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Are There Men Like That - Marge Ch. 01

By: PattyMarie



Authors Note: On my last epic tale I was criticized for posting such a long story in a single post. It was 40K words. This one is a shade under 30K, so I'll post it in three chapters. Hopefully, those who can't download it onto their computer (which is what I do for the most part) and read at their leisure can read it.

Also, this is the first story I've written with a planned sequel. Wish me luck in writing it. Are There Really Men Like That - Marge By Patty Marie

Disclaimer:

This is a fantasy. No one in their right mind should participate in the activities the characters in this story do. If you don't like cuckold stories don't read it.

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"I feel like a teenage girl who's about to have to explain to her mommy why she was out so late last night," she said, sipping her coffee.

"Close," I told her. "But it can wait until you've eaten." Chapter 1 Discovery, First Date.

"What's the matter? My husband, Ron wanted to know. As I slipped my clogs off at the door. "You look like you've seen a ghost?"

"I ... are... wha..." I stammered. "I don't know what to make of what I just heard," I finally managed.

"What did you just hear, Jen," he said, asking the obvious.

"Well, you know I was at Marge's house. I went to give her that recipe for Ambrosia that she liked so much."

Marge was married to Ron's best friend, Jerry. Ron and Jerry had been best friends since high school and Marge and I had become close since they move into our neighborhood about five years ago.

"Go on," he urged.

"Well, we got to talking and time got away from me. When I realized it I made my good-byes and headed out the door. You know on a day like today, they always leave the door open. I had just closed the screen door when I heard the phone ring. I thought it might be you, calling to see what was taking so long, so I stopped to find out, thinking I'd yell back in and have them to tell you that I was on my way. But what I heard sounded unreal to me.

"Jerry answered and after a few moments, yelled at Marge, 'It's your date. He wants to know if he can make it 7:30 instead of seven.'

"Marge said, 'I'll be right there.' Then I heard her come to the phone and say, 'Hi, what's up?' After a few, she continued, "Sure, that'll give me time to get extra sexy for you.'

"I've got to tell you that floored me. But it was nothing to what I heard next. Jerry called from the other room, asking, 'Will he be bringing you back here or will you be spending the night?'

"Marge said, 'The cuckold wants to know if you're bringing me home or are we going to your place tonight,' into the phone and came back with the answer, 'He says he'll leave that up to you. But if he brings me home, you'll have to sleep in the spare room, he has plans for me in the master bedroom.'

"'That'll be OK,' Jerry replied. 'I was just thinking, that if he were to put his clubs in the trunk of the car, you guys wouldn't have to get out bed so early for us to make our ten o'clock tee time.'

"Marge passed on the message and replied, 'I guess you better make up the spare room.' Then into the phone, she said, 'I'll see you at 7:30,' and hung up.

"Well, as soon as my head quit reeling I beat feet off the porch and came home. What does that sound like to you? I mean, I don't even know what cuckold means, but Jerry asked if 'he' was bringing her home and she said, 'he has plans for me in the master bedroom.' Doesn't that sound like Marge is having an affair?"

"Well, yeah," Ron said, "except it sounds as if Jerry knows and is really calm about it. I'd say that making a suggestion about getting to their tee time doesn't exactly sound like he's talking about a man who's having an affair with his wife."

"What is a cuckold anyway? Do you know?"

"No, let's go online and see if we can come up with it."

"Wow, 'a man who has an unfaithful wife,'" Ron read from the computer screen. "My God, look at all those hits on Google.

"'Cuckold Community!' What the hell is that." He clicked on the link.

After clicking through several pages, he said, "My God this place is full of guys claiming their wives fuck around and they like it, but there are even more wishing it was their wife and asking advice on how to make it happen."

"Are there really men like that?" I asked.

"Apparently," Ron observed. "Either that or there are a lot of men who fantasize about it."

"Do you think that this is for real with Jerry and Marge? I mean that they seem so normal."

"I don't know, it maybe some game they play... you know like when we're in bed and do one of our role play nights."

"Well yes, but we don't involve other people."

"No, but it might be more exciting if we did. It would add a sense of realism, don't you think?"

"Well, yeah, sure, but I don't think I want anyone else knowing just what we do in the bedroom."

=##=

I tried my best to put the whole thing out of my mind, I really did. I used all sorts of arguments, like; I didn't hear both sides of the conversation, so I misunderstood what was being said. Another that didn't work was; everybody had fantasies. Finally I told myself, "Even if it's true, it's none of my business. Jerry wasn't upset, so why should I be? Besides, in all likelihood there's some reason that Marge has to go somewhere with some guy and they are just having fun making like it's her lover."

I'm not sure if it was because of that, or something else, but I had a hard time staying asleep that night. Some where around two in the morning I decided to go downstairs to get some warm milk to see if that would help. As I sipped my milk, I walked to the front room and stood looking out the window. A Lincoln Town Car drove by and in the light of the street lamp I could swear even though she was sitting over next to the driver that Marge was in the passenger seat. Marge and Jerry don't have a Lincoln; they have a Dodge. I sat my mug on the end table and hurried to the door. Grabbing my long raincoat and slipping on my clogs, I sprinted out the door to the street. Looking after the Lincoln, I saw it turn up Marge's street.

Holding my coat closed around my nightgown, I sprinted to the corner and ducked into the shadow of a big Elm tree. Sure enough the Lincoln pulled to a stop in Marge's driveway. I froze in the shadow, hoping they wouldn't notice me. But they didn't get out right away, so tree by tree, I made my way down the street, until I was directly across from the car. The rear windows were tinted; so I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, but no one was visible in the front window.

After what seemed an age, Marge appeared at the passenger door opened it and got out. "Let's get inside. Much more of that and we'll be doing it here in the car like a couple of teenagers. All I need is for one of my neighbors to notice the car rocking and come to investigate," she said, pulling her too short dress down over her thighs, not that it covered much of them.

A guy I'd seen before at some of Marge and Jerry's get-togethers got out the drivers door and said, "It was your fault if you hadn't wanted a kiss, I'd have waited until we got to the bedroom. Now I'm not sure I can even wait until we get upstairs."

Marge came around the car and as they walked up to the door, he put his hand on her butt and gave a little squeeze. "Hey!" she said, putting her hand on his. "Wait until we're inside mister, or you'll joining Jerry in the guest room." But I noticed she didn't move his hand.

He chuckled and said, "Hollow threat. You're so hot right now that if I did go to the guest room you be right there to do us both... or is that what you want."

"No," she said as she fished her keys out of her purse. "Besides, Jerry's not into threesomes."

"Good thing, I'm not in a mood to share tonight. He can have tomorrow night... if I don't use you up tonight."

The door shut and I had to hold on to the tree. I was shaking. There was no doubting what I'd heard. Marge is planning on screwing... what ever his name is. I should know his name; I've met him at least twice. No doubt at all, the euphemisms were plain as day. "Doing it," "do us," "threesomes," all about sex.

I was shaking as I walked home. I couldn't believe my friend, Marge, would screw around on Jerry and what's more I couldn't picture Ron's best friend allowing it. After that, I really didn't sleep.

=##=

Ron had been talked into a fishing trip with a guy from work and was up and gone by six. I was up shortly after, pouring coffee down my throat trying to clear the cobwebs from my brain. By seven o'clock, I parked myself in front of the window, thermal carafe of coffee next to me, to watch for the Lincoln to leave. Our house was on the main route our of the development. Sure enough, about twenty minutes to nine, the Lincoln came into view. Jerry and the guy from last night in the front seat smiling and talking as they went by. Jerry sure didn't look like a guy talking to someone he knew to be screwing his wife, but I knew what I saw and heard yesterday.

I was almost angry as I headed out to confront Marge, but the nearly two block walk took the fury away and left only burning curiosity. I needed to have Marge either confirm or deny what I knew was going on. If she denied it I doubted if I'd believe her given what I'd seen and heard and if she confirmed it, she'd have a lot of explaining to do.

I rang her bell and when she didn't answer right away, I knocked loudly. I heard her call out, "Alright already, I'm coming!"

When she reached to door, she looked at me and blinked. I stared back at her open mouthed. She was still not dressed and was clutching her robe about her, not quite keeping it closed on top to reveal a diaphanous black nightie.

I pulled back the screen door and said, "We have to talk," and walked in as if I'd been invited.

"I haven't even gotten dressed yet."

"I've notice. You have any coffee?"

"I don't know; I doubt it. Jerry and Mark had breakfast here before going golfing. They probably didn't leave much if any."

"I'll make you a deal. I'll put on some fresh coffee and whip up some French toast for you while you get a shower. You look like you need one." I should have said, "... smell like you need one." She did have an odor of sex and sweat about her. It was getting harder to doubt what I knew was the case. "Then we'll talk."

"Sounds ominous. Maybe I should shower. It'll clear my head and from your tone of voice it sounds like I'll need a clear head."

I watched her climb the stairs and decided that Marge had lost her mind and I'd have to watch out. It was obviously contagious... Jerry had caught it from her. In the kitchen I found a sink full of dirty dishes with what appeared to be the leavings of bacon and eggs. Men! Marge was right about the coffee. There was less than a cup left in the pot, which was still on. I started a new pot and began cleaning up the kitchen. The stove was spattered with grease... don't men know about lids on frying pans? The table needed wiping down. It took about twenty minutes to clean up everything and start fixing the French toast.

By the time Marge walked into the kitchen, I'd had three more cups of coffee. I poured her one and sat it on the table.

"I feel like a teenage girl who's about to have to explain to her mommy why she was out so late last night," she said, sipping her coffee.

"Close," I told her. "But it can wait until you've eaten."

Before she had finished her coffee I had four slices of French toast on a plate in front of her, which she attacked with gusto. As she finished I refilled her coffee cup and got another one for me. For good measure I started another pot.

Sitting at the table, we stared at each other for a time. Marge broke the silence by asking, "So what is it we have to talk about that got you over here bright and early?"

"Bright and early? Marge, it's ten o'clock. Ron left bright and early at six to go fishing. Even Jerry and his golfing buddy didn't leave bright and early," I answered, stalling, afraid to broach the real subject.

"OK, so bright and early is subject to your point of reference. What do we need to talk about?"

"Why I couldn't sleep last night."

"What? You couldn't sleep and decided to come over and wake me up?"

"Any other morning, you'd have been up and had half a day's house work done by this time... but last night you were out late and I presume that the action took a while to die down when you got home at some time after two AM."

"How do you know what time I got in?"

"I was awake at two this morning and saw you come home from your date. Nice car. I seem to remember the guy from a party or two you've thrown. Nice looking, a couple of years younger than you and Jerry. Where did you guys go last night?"

She studied me trying, I'm sure, to determine how much I knew and how much I only suspected. "Marge," I continued, "we've been close friends for five years now and Ron and Jerry have been best friends for a couple of decades. If that wasn't so, I'd be filling the gossip pipeline with some mighty juicy stuff right now."

"OK, just what do you know and how did you find out?"

"How I found out is from your own lips and first hand observation. And what I know is it looks like you're having an affair and Jerry is aware of it and letting it happen."

The color drained from her face like water draining from a bathtub. I waited for her to respond. How she responded would determine whether our friendship could continue. Not so much because she could hurt me, but because unless she was willing to open up and admit everything, it would just be too awkward. Hell, it might be awkward anyway. I knew what I knew and she had to have known that anything but the truth wouldn't fly.

She looked down and said, "Jen, for the sake of our friendship and that of our husbands I hope you'll try to understand what's going on or at least be tolerant, even if you can't understand."

"Try me Marge. You and Jerry are like family to Ron and I. The evidence, though circumstantial, is pretty strong to convince me what I've said it appeared to be is in fact what it is. With that in mind I came over here to see if I could make sense of it all.

"Look, I'll tell you what I heard and saw and you tell me what I means. I can't think of any explanation other than what I've already said.

"Yesterday, when I was leaving, I heard the phone ring. You remember I said as I got up to leave that Ron was probably wondering where I was. I thought it might be him calling to find out when I was going to come home and start dinner. So I did something I would normally not do; I eavesdropped on the conversation. The first thing I heard was so shocking I couldn't tear myself away and continued to listen. Do you remember what Jerry said when he answered the phone?"

Marge closed her eyes and struggled to get a breath. "He told me my 'date' was on the phone," she said. Opening her eyes she continued, "You heard that conversation? The whole conversation?" I nodded. She closed her eyes again. "Damned by my own words. I call Jerry a cuckold."

"I didn't know what a cuckold was, so I had to look it up on the Internet. It's a man whose wife has sex with other men."

She nodded. "In truth cuckold isn't entirely accurate. It would be better to call him a wittol."

"Wittol?"

"Cuckold carries the connotation that Jerry either doesn't know or is forced to endure it by some means. A wittol is man who has full knowledge of his wife's infidelity and submits to it and may even condone or encourage it. Jerry is actually a wittol, a complacent cuckold, happy with the situation."

I shook my head. This just didn't add up. How could Jerry be happy with his wife screwing some guy, condone or even encourage it. However, that would jibe with the phone call I heard.

"O...K... that's going to take some explanation," I told her.

"You said you had seen something. What did you see?"

I think she was still trying to decide just how much to tell me. "Well like I said, when couldn't sleep I happened to be up drinking warm milk and looking out the front window when your date brought you home. I saw you in the passenger seat of a car that didn't belong to your husband. It only made sense that your husband probably wasn't driving and wasn't even in the car. Or at least that was the assumption I made given the phone call. When I saw that, I was seized with the need to confirm that it was you and Jerry wasn't in the car. So I grabbed my long black raincoat and slipped on my clogs. I was across the street when you finally got out of the car. What the two of you said left little to the imagination as to what you'd be up to when you got inside."

She nodded her head. "Well, given that you heard the phone call and saw that and you heard us when we got out of the car, I don't suppose the whole story would shock you any more than you are now. Hopefully it will make you at least understand how it all came about.

"First of all, I want you to know that nothing has happened that Jerry didn't know about or consent to. That is, he knew it probably would happen from the get go, and after the fact allowed it to continue and gave every indication that he... enjoyed isn't the right word... welcomed isn't quite strong enough, but I guess that somewhere between the two would be about right. Though I think now that it's gone on as long as it has, he does enjoy it. At least after the fact. I'm sure that there's some mixed emotions in the midst of it. That's kind of the cuckold thing."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Well the roots go way back, but the real action only started a little over three years ago."

"You've been dating this guy for over three years?" I asked, astounded.

"Mark."

"What?"

"Mark, 'this guy,' his name is Mark and yes a little over three years."

"Just one guy, just Mark? Not several guys?"

"No, it's just Mark."

"OK what I'm thinking is probably way off track. Why don't tell me the whole story before injure myself jumping to conclusions. I'll just listen and try not to interrupt."

"OK, ... where to start. I guess you need the history to understand how the dating started.

"You remember that when we moved here, Jerry was working for Minuteman Marketing?" I nodded. "Well Minuteman is factory rep firm and the represents a number of different manufacturers. It was Jerry's first job out of college. Mark is a buyer for a large chain outfit and Jerry was assigned to the line his store bought. Unfortunately the product wasn't unique and Jerry had to work hard to keep Mark in the buying mood... well, not just Mark but all the buyers. This meant a lot of wining and dining; you know lunches, dinners and social events." I was aware of the tactics of salesmen, so I nodded again.

"Well, as a good wife, when the occasion warranted, I'd tag along and make nice with the client. You know dress to impress... oh not slutty or anything, just really attractively with just a hint of sexuality. It was a fine line, but I managed. Of course, making nice included returning the flirting thing. Mark was one who really enjoyed flirting.

"Because of the potential size of Mark's order, we spent a lot of time wooing his business. That meant that we saw Mark a lot. I got to know him quite well and enjoyed the flirting. We both knew it was all about getting the sale, but we acted as if it might be more... all part of the sales game. Of all Jerry's clients, I enjoyed Mark the most. We even invited him to some of our parties that had nothing to do with business.

"One of Mark's passions is golf and Jerry plays as well, so as part of the 'keep the client in the buying mood' program, Jerry began playing golf with Mark every other Sunday.


Are There Men Like That - Marge Ch. 01



"Four years ago, Jerry got the opportunity put his business degree to work as a production manager for the company he's working at now and quit Minuteman."

At this point I was getting impatient and wanted more of the meat of the story. "OK, but how does that lead up to you sleeping with Mark? I mean, I could see how you might, though I doubt you'd do it, and how Jerry might condone you sleeping with the buyer to make him loyal to Jerry's product line... if the commissions were big enough. But now you haven't got to the point of the dating, and Jerry's no longer needing him to buy. So now I really am confused."

"Jerry and Mark, over the years, had developed a friendship that went beyond business and after Jerry changed jobs, they continued the twice a month golf games. We occasionally went to dinner with Mark, just like we did when Jerry was selling, only now it was just as friends and Mark sometimes picked up the tab. At that point, Mark and I had flirting down to a science and flirted without any reservation. Jerry was so used to it he just laughed at us when the sexual innuendoes and double entendres started flowing. We both enjoyed the banter and didn't stop just because Jerry didn't need Mark's business any more. If anything, it stepped up a notch with Mark threatening, on occasion, to figure out a way to make it all happen.

"I have to admit at that point, I did entertain some sexual fantasies about it. It didn't help that Jerry, in the spirit of the game, would tease me as went to bed and made love about being all hot and horny because of Mark.

"Now to the point you've been waiting for. A little over three years ago, Jerry came home from a round of golf with Mark. He was acting a little... I don't know, uneasy ... nervous? Anyway, I asked, 'How'd the game go?'

"'Ah, I shot an eighty-six and Mark shot a ninety-two.'

"'So you won,' I said.

"'Yeah,' he said without much enthusiasm.

"'You don't sound too happy about it. What's up?

"'Well, Mark was having a lousy day, fighting a slice. You know he's usually a better golfer than I am. But today, he was fighting to just keep the ball in bounds. I won the game, but he made an incredible shot on the seventeenth. We... we had a bet on it and I lost.'

"I just looked at him waiting for him to continue, but he just looked down. 'What kind of shot and what was the bet?' I could tell he had bet something he shouldn't have.

"'You have to picture this shot. The seventeenth is a dogleg right and a par five... a really difficult hole. Mark's tee shot ended up in the deep ruff, almost into the woods. When we found it, Mark was studying just how to make the shot and got out his pitching wedge. He looked up and said, "Would you look at that?" and pointed through the woods. I looked there was a narrow opening to the green, you could just see the flag to the right side.

"'Mark said, "I wonder if I could put the ball right though there? It's only about seventy-five yards."

"'Not on a bet,' Jerry told him.

"'On a bet, I'd try it,' Mark replied.

"Well Jerry told me about the bet but I didn't get the whole story until after all was said and done, that is until after I my third date with Mark. What Jerry told me was that Mark wanted to bet more money than Jerry could afford to lose and even though Jerry was sure that Mark would never make the shot, his sense of honor wouldn't allow him to bet when he couldn't cover the bet. So Mark suggested that if he lost, he'd pay Jerry the money and if he won, Jerry would allow him to ask me out on a date. Jerry told me he pointed out that he couldn't make me date him, and Mark just said that all Jerry had to do was to tell me that when he asked, if I wanted to I could go out on the date with him. Long story short, Mark made the shot and finished the hole with a birdie two.

"I've got to tell you, I was a little ticked about that. Jerry pointed out that if I said no, which he figured I would, that would be the end of it. That even ticked me off more. Jerry made a bet that he thought was a sure thing and hedged his bet by assuming that he'd never have to pay off, that is I'd turn Mark down for the date. I liked Mark and it bothered me because I knew if Mark had missed the shot, Jerry would have taken the money and Mark wouldn't have even blinked and paid up.

"Jerry then had the gall to ask if I was going to accept the date. I thought when I heard about it that there was no way I was going to date anyone, not even Mark of my sexual fantasies. But I didn't want to give Jerry the satisfaction of knowing that right then, so I said, 'I don't know, I'll have to think about it.'

"That seemed to bother Jerry and I was glad. I wanted him to sweat a little. I waited him on pins and needles waiting for the dreaded call from Mark. But all week nothing and nothing the next week as well and I'd talked to him when he called to confirm their tee time that Sunday. During that time, I had plenty of time to stew about it and the more I stewed the angrier I got with Jerry. Mark was a friend and he made the bet assuming it wouldn't cost him anything if, by some slim chance, he lost. If Mark had called the first week after the bet, I'd have apologized profusely and turned him down, but after giving me two weeks to stew on it... well Mark called that Sunday of their next golf game. He told me that Jerry had just left the Nineteenth Hole. 'I understand Jerry told you about our little bet the last time we played,' he said. I confirmed that he did and Mark continued, 'I was thinking about asking you to go to dinner and dancing next Saturday night. Would like to do that?"

"Well, hell. Dinner and dancing was pretty much the same thing we'd done hundreds of times before. The only difference was that Jerry wouldn't be along. I figured that would serve Jerry right. I could get a good meal, and enjoy an evening of dancing. Mark's a much better dancer than Jerry and Jerry's no slouch. For me, it was win, win. Jerry would get taken down a notch or two and I'd have a great evening, so I said, 'Sure, I'd love too.' Mark told me he'd pick me up at seven. I couldn't wait for Jerry to get home. I was going to enjoy telling him I had accepted Mark's invitation.

"Jerry got home about and hour later and I casually mentioned, 'Mark called me after you guys got through with your game today.'

"'I thought he might. He asked me today if I'd told you about the bet,' he said as he put his clubs away.

"He started for the kitchen and I said, 'He's picking me up at seven Saturday evening. We're going to dinner and dancing after.'

"Jerry almost fell over, he stopped so fast. He turned around and looked at me with disbelief in his eyes. 'You accepted?'

"Of course. You'd have taken his money if he's missed that shot, wouldn't you? So it's only fair that losing should cost you something too.'

"'You accepted,' he said, shaking his head. Clearly he never considered I'd accept.

"'You told me that it would be OK to accept, didn't you?' I reminded him.

"'Yes, I did, but I never thought you would.'

"'Well you thought wrong.' I smiled it was good for him to get smacked with reality. I figured he'd learn not to make stupid bets.

"'Well then,' he said, 'I guess I need to take you shopping.'

"'Shopping?" I asked.

"'Yes, as a condition of the bet, I have to get you a new outfit for the date.'

"'You mean a I get a new dress out of this deal?'

"'Yeah, ... and everything that goes with it,' he admitted.

"'Cool, maybe I should date Mark on a regular basis,' I joked.

"Somehow he didn't seem to think it was funny. He swallowed hard and said, 'Why don't we get it over with. Grab your purse and let's go.'

"He went back out to the garage and when I got there, he was waiting in the car. I climbed in and he headed out. He drove straight to the mall and never said a word. When we got there, he was like a man with a mission. He led the way. Usually, when he goes shopping with me he follows and I lead. He marched us straight to Nordstrom's.

"'Jerry, Nordstrom's is kind of spendy. I usually shop a Penney's or Sears,' I told him.

"'I know,' he said, 'but this needs to be something special. It's part of the bet. Everything you wear is supposed to be new and very nice. Something in the eye candy range. Think of it as kind of a prom date. It's not every day you get to go out with someone else.'

"Now usually, Jerry doesn't have much of an active part selecting what I buy. If I ask, he'll give an honest appraisal of the dress I'm trying on, but choosing them is my job. This time he went straight to the cocktail dresses and started looking through the racks.

"'What size do you wear?' he asked.

"'A twelve.'

"He moved down the racks to that size and quickly had three for me to try on. I was amazed. I took the dresses and went into the changing room without really looking at them. That's when I really got a shock. I generally wear pretty conservative clothes, that is not much skin. They might be tight fitting or the skirts flirtatiously swishy, only a little on the sensual side and Jerry tells me I look good in them. But these... these were something a real hottie would wear. They were all backless, with short swishy skirts and two of them would show an exorbitant amount of cleavage. I had to take my bra off to go out to show Jerry.

"As I modeled them, Jerry looked at me with a strange look... a sad kind of hunger in his eye. 'The black one, I think,' he decided. It was a halter top dress that my boobs were nearly spilling out of and would need something to corral them if I didn't want them exposed when I made a sudden move. It was way beyond 'dress to impress.' Not quite slutty, but close. I'm sure my mother would have said slutty.

"'Are you sure? I don't have a bra I can wear with this dress,' I asked

"'That's the dress,' he assured me. 'We'll get a bra too. Everything is supposed to be new, bought especially for this date.'

"We paid for the dress and in shoe department I ended up with a pair of black strappy sandals that I can only describe a CFM heels."

"CFM heals?" I interrupted.

"'Come Fuck Me' heals. You know very high spikes, the kind that are sexy all by themselves. You could wear them with a pair ratty jeans and still look sexy." I nodded but was a little shocked. Marge didn't usually use that kind of language. "From there, it was straight to Victoria's Secret.

"'We'll find something in here that'll go under that dress,' he told me.

"I went in started looking at their selection of strapless bras, but I really couldn't see anything that I thought I could wear with that dress. As I looked around for Jerry, he was talking to one of the sales clerks. He was gesturing with his hands and she was nodding. She walked over to me and said, "Hi my name is Karen. Your husband tells me you have a special date coming up this Saturday and need a bra to go with your new dress."

"'That's right,' I confirmed.

"'Is the dress in that bag? Can I see it?' she asked.

"I took the dress out of the bag and held it up. 'Very nice,' she said. 'I think we have something that should work. Let's go into a fitting room, so I can get your measurements.'

"She led the way and fitted me for a very revealing, black bustier with six garter straps. It was very low in the back and the front came up stiffly to hold the cups almost independently. The cups were demi cups and barely covered my nipples. She also came up with a pair of matching bikini panties that would barely cover my pubes. It only stood to reason that I had to get new stockings... silk of course; after all we were going for quality. They were my first pair of real silk stockings.

"I didn't know if I was being outfitted for a prom or a wedding night, but it was sure something special alright. She urged me to put on the stockings to gauge the full effect. 'Of course,' she told me, 'if you're going to be out for any length of time, you'll want to wear the panties over the garters. Trust me when you need to pee, you don't want to struggle with six garters to get your panties down. Then there's the problem with your stockings sagging and needing to be pulled up and smoothed before they can be reattached. I know most men think that a woman who does that is just giving them easy access and want's to get laid, but it just practical. Then again, maybe this weekend you might have that in mind. Your husband seemed to be excited as he described what he wanted for you. It's a real turn on for men to have their women in bed with stockings and heels,' she continued with a devilish grin on her face. I'm sure she thought the 'special date' was some significant anniversary or perhaps his birthday and me being eye candy as his present. All I knew was that standing there, dressed like I was, I looked like some guys wet dream.

"'Did you want to give your husband a preview, or did you want it to be a surprise?'

"'A surprise, I think.'

"'Maybe you should try on the dress so you can see how it works together.'

"So I ended up with both the dress and the heels on and I did look striking. Definitely eye candy. I never thought of myself as a hottie, but as I looked in the mirror, I began to feel like one. Mark was going to be the envy of many a man who saw us. I wouldn't have chosen either the dress or the heels myself but I did look good. With the bustier on, the dress really accented my cleavage and the heels made my legs look like they went on forever. The outfit was definitely a mans idea of what a woman should wear.

"Karen persuaded me to show Jerry what the whole thing looked like. I kind of thought it would be nice to twist the knife a little. When he turned and saw me his eyes bugged out and his mouth dropped open. 'You look great,' he stammered as I did a slow turn. His look made it all worthwhile. Losing the bet was costing him big time.

"I didn't show him the lingerie until Saturday as I got dressed for my date with Mark. But I'm getting ahead of myself. When we got home from the mall, Jerry told me that I should make an appointment at my salon on Saturday for the works. Pedicure, manicure, facial and my hair done. 'Man, I thought, Mark was really thorough in the prep for the date. All in all, it must have cost at least as much as Mark had bet, if not more.

"Well, come Saturday I went to the salon at two and came back looking a million dollars. They even did my makeup for me. Jerry insisted that he be there when I dressed. He wanted to make sure that I wore everything thing I bought. So I had him get my outfit out of my closet while I bathed. I took a nice long bubble bath, being careful to not muss my hair or makeup. I came out of the bathroom in only my robe. Jerry was sitting on the bed looking at the bustier and panties. He had a deer in the headlight look in his eyes as he looked up.

"I smiled and dropped my robe. He didn't know that I also had a Brazilian wax at the salon as well. His eyes bugged a little as he saw it. I picked up the bustier and put it on as he studied my pubes. Next, I heeded the advice of the lady at Victoria's Secret and put on my silk stockings. When Jerry realized I was wearing the panties over the garters, his mouth dropped open and he breathing seemed labored. I smiled as I pulled the panties on. Jerry's lips much have been dry because he licked them, twice. I slipped my feet into the sandals and asked Jerry to fasten the straps for me since it was hard to bend over in the bustier. I could have managed, I did at VS, but I just wanted him to do it.

"I turned to look at myself in mirror. I could see Jerry just behind me to the right. We both studied the effect. After determining I was really over the top, I looked at Jerry. It was obvious he was aroused. I'm not sure how he managed to keep from jumping my bones right then and there. I was hot, I knew it and he knew it. When I put on the dress, it only toned it down enough to go out in public. I still looked way too hot for a married woman... especially a married woman who didn't have her husband at her side.

"Just then the door bell rang and I asked Jerry to get the door while I put on my jewelry. Dressed the way I was, I wanted to make an entrance.

"He paused at the doorway. 'Oh,' he said, 'the final instructions according to the bet is that you should pretend you're still in college for this date and respond to things just as you would have in college,' and walked briskly down the hall.

"I've got to tell you, that set me back. I had to spend some time thinking about just what that really meant. I know I've made some references to my wild college days, but I don't think you realize just how wild they were. In my junior year, I let loose all my inhibitions on Spring Break and as a result, I found out I liked sex; I mean really liked sex. After that any guy that looked good and could come up with a mostly private place got laid. Sometimes, I even arranged the place. Jerry knew that. We met on the plane on the way back from Spring Break my senior year. We discovered that we went to the same school and would have some classes together Spring term. A month later, he asked me out and got lucky before ten o'clock and again before he took me home. After that, we were an item. He asked me to marry him and I told him, before I accepted, that he wasn't the exception when it came to my dating habits. I said in plain language that I had had more that a few one night stands and that nearly all my dates ended up getting lucky before the night was out. I didn't want him to be surprised if he heard later that he married a slut. He wanted me anyway. But you know, as soon as I accepted, it Jerry exclusively. It stayed that way until that night.

"When I came down the stairs I thought Jerry would pass out from hyperventilating. Mark just looked at me with lust in his eye. When Mark found his voice, he said, 'I feel like I'm back in college, picking up my date for the spring formal. I wish I'd bought you a corsage.' I was sure the college reference was just twist the knife a bit for Jerry, because once while flirting with Mark I told him that if I'd met him in college he'd have been a notch on my bedpost and Jerry had heard me say it. But now I'm sure it was to remind me that was how the date was suppose to go.

"'Shall we go?' Mark asked.

"'Sure,' I responded.

"Jerry hugged me just before I went out the door and I was sure I could feel his erection on my thigh and he trembled slightly as he whispered in my ear, 'Just like college.' At the time I thought he might be afraid that it might end up just like college. Now I'm not sure that it wasn't just excitement about the probability that it would."

I have to insert here that what follows, Marge's description of her date with Mark, blew me away. We'd made casual comments about our sex lives, but never, never had either of us got down to the real nitty-gritty detail of what went on in bed or even the foreplay that led up to going to bed

"The date started out with Mark acting the perfect gentleman. He offered me his arm to the car and opened my door for me. I sat on my side of the seat and we exchanged pleasantries and flirted as he drove across town. It was almost like any other time he'd driven going out to dinner, except Jerry wasn't there. I was in the habit of folding up the center console and sitting between them.

"Dinner was at a new restaurant and lounge across town that featured live music and dancing on the weekends. We waited in the bar with a drink while our table was being readied. Once seated for dinner, Mark had heard me order dinner many times so he ordered for the both of us. We shared a bottle of wine over dinner. A better vintage than I was used to, I might add. After a light desert, we went back to the lounge as the band set up. We were mostly through with our drinks when they began to play.




Are There Men Like That - Marge Ch. 01



"'Would you care to dance,' Mark ask rhetorically. He really should have just stood and taken my hand. I mean, we were there to dance after all. The early music of the evening were catchy numbers like you'd see on 'Dancing With The Stars.' Of course, on a crowded dance floor there was no room for the kind of theatrics you see there, but there was a good bit of quick turning and half steps to be in the right place and an actual twirl or two. We really had fun. It wasn't at all like when I found myself at a lounge dancing with both Mark and Jerry. Jerry's no slouch on the dance floor, but compared to Mark, he's a talented amateur to Mark's professionalism. Mark is good enough he covers for my missteps and makes them look planned. After the first set, and another drink, the music turned more to the romantic style and many of the dances found me snuggled into Mark's chest as he moved us around the dance floor as if we were one body. It was so easy to move with him holding me close like that. As he moved, I was anticipating each move and was only a micro second behind.

"At the break before the third set, we managed two drinks, having danced the entire set without resting. As the music slowed down more couples braved the dance floor making it more and more impossible to do more than clutch each other and dance in small circles.

"It had happened when Jerry and I had Mark along and I had danced with him, I felt his erection. Always before, he had pulled away, being the gentleman he is. But that night, he just pulled me against him. At first I was shocked, then I found it exciting to have that pulsing member pushing against me. I mean, it was old married me that had him turned on. Let's face it. Your husband is supposed to be turned on by you, but when another man, a good looking man who could have his pick of women is turned on by you it's exciting. With out thinking I was pushing back. Of course that only aroused him more and made it easier to feel it. I was getting hot... I mean really turned on.

"I think he could sense it, because he nuzzled my neck, lifting my chin with his nose. When it was sufficiently raised, he turned his head and kissed me sensuously. As his lips touched mine I had the fleeting thought that I was married and shouldn't kiss him, but Jerry's voice rang in my ears, 'just like college.' What the hell, I thought, Jerry said I should act like I was in college and no way would I have not kissed a hunk like Mark in college. I only took a nanosecond to pass that thought. With that I kissed him back. When I responded, he dropped my hand and put both hands in the small of my back and sensuous became passionate. That got to me even more turned on and my arms went around his neck as we continued to sway to the music, all pretense of any kind of dancing lost in the lusty embrace.

"We broke the kiss when we were jostled a little by a drunken couple dancing next to us. 'It's getting crowed in here,' he observed. 'How about we find some place less crowded?"

"'Fine by me I told him breathlessly.' We settled up our bar bill and climbed back into the Lincoln. This time, he folded the center console into the seat back and indicated he'd like me to sit next to him. I slid over feeling like a coed again. He reached across to dig my seatbelt out. I looked at him and his lips brushed mine so lightly I wasn't sure he hadn't changed his mind about kissing me again.

"'That was nice in there,' he said, looking into my eyes. 'I'd like some more.' With that, he put a hand behind my head and kissed me again. Tongues wrestled and arms groped while passions soared. We necked like teenagers for an untold time... more than a few minutes. We only stopped because a couple of guys in the car across from us pulled out and tooted their horn at us yelling, 'Get a room.'

"Embarrassed, I fastened my own seatbelt as Mark started the car. 'We were going to find a less crowded place to dance,' he said as he pulled out into the street. Once pointed in the general direction of town, he put his arm around me and I leaned into him, putting my left and on his leg. We drove by several dance clubs, only to see their lots full and lines standing waiting to get in. Mark had soft music on the radio and it was kind of nice to be snuggled up to him like that. Once again, my mind played Jerry's last words, 'just like college.' He rubbed my shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. I returned the favor on his leg. In doing so, my arm bumped a lump in his pants. I know I should have just pulled away, but instead I looked down to see his arousal and stared fascinated.

"I was sorely tempted to put my hand on it, but I resisted. Even in college I didn't do that kind of thing on the first date. I always waited for the guy to make the first move. I didn't touch him until he had bared some significant skin. But I was oblivious to the world around me as I contemplated just what I might do with a tool that was obviously larger than Jerry's seven inches.

I have to tell you that was too much information. I never really wanted to know just how big Jerry was. But I didn't say anything, because I'd promised to try and not interrupt.

"After a time the car came to a stop and Mark lifted my head and kissed me again. That started another round of necking that included him feeling me up. Even with his hands outside my clothes, it was definitely was having an erotic effect on me. Somehow, I noticed it we were in a parking garage and came to my senses enough to ask, 'Where are we?'

"'I think I've found a place where we can dance that isn't crowded. Want to go inside, or stay out here and enjoy the moment?'

"'I think we better go inside. The last time we were in a parking lot it got embarrassing and we didn't do as much as we've done here. If we stay here we may do something we'll regret later.'

"Mark smiled and said, 'Let's go inside then.'

"As we got out, I looked around. 'Where are we?" I asked again.

"'A very exclusive, intimate club. By invitation only,' he smiled as we approached an elevator. Once the elevator doors closed, he drew me into a kiss. I was still worked up from the session in the car, so I got right back into it. This time since we were standing, that erection if found so fascinating in the car again poked into me as it had done on the dance floor. It was Mark that moved so that it found the spot that felt so good. I pulled back when the door opened, thinking there'd be people there and we were caught, but no one, just an empty hall.

"I should have got it when we got in the elevator, but it didn't hit me until we got off. We were going to Mark's condo. Jerry and I've been there before, but we always parked on the street. This was the first time I'd been in the underground parking garage. His condo is only a few doors down from the elevator and we were quickly inside. As soon as the door closed I was in his arms again. I was weak in the knees when he finally let me up for air.

"'Let me put on some music and we can dance,' he told me leaving me to catch my breath.

"He went to the stereo and opened his CD changer and after only a couple of minutes, loaded five CD's in it. I had time to wander over to the patio and take in the view. -- I'll have to take you there sometime the view is magnificent. -- When he came to me, soft music was gently filling the room and he had lowered the lights. He took me in his arms as we began a slow sensuous dance. I was taken by his gentle touch and the strength that was just under the surface, a strength that could have taken what ever he wanted, but was held in check by this gentle man. We became one as we swayed around the room. Pausing, he opened the patio door with one hand and danced outside. Completely in the shadows, we had the city spread out below us and the music enveloping us.

"It just seemed right for him to kiss me and for me to return it. For just a moment as the CD changer changed disks, I thought about Jerry. His voice rang, 'Just like college,' so I went with the flow, just like college. We must have danced for more than an hour because the CD changer ran out of songs. By this time, he had danced me inside. 'Would you like to rest?' he asked.

"'Sure,' I replied.

"We sat on his couch and immediately he kissed me. After that, I was only aware of his kissing me and touching me; time passed unnoticed. When he opened the zipper on my dress, I felt a twinge, and again it came, 'Just like college' and I ducked my head as the halter top was lifted over it.

"After that, things were kind of a blur until I was coming down from a massive orgasm. I remember my boobs hanging out of my bustier; I remember his hand between my legs, working me to a lather. I don't remember what happened to my panties, but they were gone. I remember being carried to the bedroom, but I don't remember what happened to my dress. I remember being in a sixty-nine position with the biggest cock I've ever had a hold of in my mouth. The whole while, I'm having mini orgasms one after another.

"Lost in the passion of what was going on I don't remember the switch that put him between my legs which were wrapped around his waist so I could pull my ass off the bed to meet his thrusts. As I came down from that orgasm I was aware of him pulsing inside of me. 'Just like college,' I thought. 'Just like college.' We disengaged and lay quietly, his arms around me. At that point the alcohol and post orgasmic bliss caught up to me and I drifted off to sleep.

"I was awakened some time later by Mark moving in his own sleep. I had time for reflection at that point. I lay there, looking at this naked man who had just giving me the fucking of my life. I went over the events that led me to eagerly accepting his advances. 'Damn Jerry,' I thought, 'why did he have to make that bet... the bet that include the, "just like college" clause? He knew I was a slut in college. Hadn't I been up front with him about how I'd fucked anything in pants before I hooked up with him? Didn't he know that when he released me to react "just like college," my defenses would be down and this could, almost assuredly would, happen?' I began to get angry. 'Serves him right. He knew, he damned well knew. He just hoped I'd say no to the date. Well fuck him. I'm going to enjoy my one night of freedom to the max.'

"I reached down to Mark's cock and was surprised to find it semi erect. He twitched, but didn't wake up. I got really brazen and simply went down on him, knowing that even asleep, that magnificent cock would respond. It didn't take long until he was fully erect and moaned putting his hand gently on my head.

"'Did I wake you,' I said, looking up with a mischievous grin.

"'Got me up and woke me up! I think you want to get laid again.'

"'I think you're right,' I said laying back to get ready.

"This time there was none of the frenzied instinctual coupling. It was more a dance, a 'horizontal mambo,' if you will. Only in this dance I was leading. He returned my favor by giving me some outstanding head. Something Jerry has never done when we're going for a second round. It didn't seem to phase him that he had deposited a significant amount of cum there, in what turned out to be, just an hour ago. His tongue slithered up and down, darting in and out. Then he slid his thumb in and began to suck on my clit. An orgasm built quickly. After getting me off orally, he came right up and mounted me.

"He plunged right in to the hilt. His strokes were slow on the way out and fast on the way in. Each time he rode up on me dragging that gorgeous tool down my clit in an excruciatingly, wonderfully stimulating manor. The technique rekindled my waning orgasm in a New York minute. It built rapidly and soon I rolled into a multiple that seemed to go on forever. When I could stand no more, he thrust in deeply and grunted out his own climax. We both lay absolutely still moving only enough to catch our breath

"Still inside, he raised his head and looked at me, 'God that was great.'

"'Yes, great.'

"He pulled out and lay back I caught myself about to drift off again and looked around for a clock. It was 2:30. 'Mark, I need to get home soon.'

"'OK, the bathroom's in there,' he told me, point at a door on the side of the room.

"I went in, wet a wash cloth and wiped the sweat off my body. I took a moment to wipe my pubes as well, trying to stem the flowing secretions. When I came out of the bathroom, I checked the time. Three o'clock. 'Oh God, Jerry's going to wonder what's taking us so long to get home. The bar's been closed for a half an hour we should be home any minute.

"'Mark, what am I going to tell Jerry when I get home? Look at the time.'

"'He'll just think that we stopped for some coffee or something. Here, here's you dress.'

"He had already picked up my bustier and stockings and put them on the bed. I quickly put them on and Mark, fastened my sandals for me and helped me into my dress and said, 'Don't worry, Jerry won't be upset. I'll have you home in no time.

"With that, we went quickly to the car. It was nearly four in the morning when we pulled up in the driveway. I was relieved when I saw the house was dark. Mark walked me to the door and gave me a toe curling kiss just before I went inside. I closed the door quietly. With any luck, Jerry's asleep and I can get into bed without waking him, I thought.

"I crept slowly up the stairs and into my walk-in. With only the moonlight from the bedroom window, I stripped, dropping everything on the floor. I grabbed a nightie off the back of the door and slipped it over my head, wishing I'd worn a longer gown the night before. I'd heard nothing from Jerry, so I thought I was home free.

"When I slipped into bed, I was in for a surprise. Jerry pulled me to him and kissed in a way that paled the kiss Mark had given me at the door. Before I could blink, he reached down between my legs and dipped two fingers into my sopping wet slit. I thought sure he would explode. The evidence I'd been fucked was obvious. Instead, he climbed between my legs and slipped into me, immediately began fucking me. He didn't make love like he usually did; he fucked me. Normally, Jerry doesn't have any premature ejaculation problem, but that night in less then two minutes he exploded in me, mixing his cum with the two loads Mark had put in there.

"Jerry rolled over on his back breathing raggedly. 'Did you have a good time tonight?' he asked.

"'Yes,' I answered meekly.

"'Good,' he said and rolled over and was asleep like somebody threw a switch.

"I couldn't sleep that easily. I tossed and turned for over an hour. I know because I saw the sky lightening up before I drifted off and didn't wake until noon. Then I was afraid to get up. Jerry was probably downstairs waiting to light into me. I mean, can't a man tell when he's getting sloppy seconds? Well OK, so technically, it was sloppy thirds. Mark got his own sloppy seconds. The house was quiet as I lay there for nearly an hour.

"I knew I had to face the music sooner or later, so I got up to take a quick shower. It was then that I realized just how out of it I was last night. I didn't even take off my make up. I was just too fixed on trying to sneak into bed without waking Jerry. Yeah, lota good that did me. After cleaning up and showering, I went to my walk-in and picked up the discarded clothes. I searched and searched for my panties before I realized that I neglected to put them on last night. God what a slut I was. I couldn't even get dressed properly. Now, Mark has a trophy. But what about Jerry. There's no way he can believe that I didn't screw Mark. I came home, undressed in the dark, he woke up and found my pussy sopping wet, got sloppy second... thirds... whatever, then he wakes up and see is wife hasn't bothered to even take off her make which is a mess.

"Stalling for time I made up the bed. When I got around to Jerry's side, my foot hit his cell phone laying on the floor just under the edge of the bed. I picked it up, and it came to life. It was still on and open to a text message from Mark. The time stamp on it was pretty nearly the same time as I came into the house. It was a cryptic message which read, '3 4 3.' That's it, just three numbers, '3 4 3.' Each separated by a space. It wasn't three hundred forty-three. It was three, four, three. I put it on the nightstand and finished with the bed.

"Standing with nothing to do, I again noticed that the house was quiet. Curiosity finally got to me and I ventured down stairs. The quite began to worry me. Jerry didn't have any place to be that morning that I knew of. I realized I was hungry and needed some coffee so I started for the kitchen and on the way I peeked into the garage and Jerry's car was gone. I fell to my knees and cried. He's left me. Sometime next week I'll get divorce papers. Then a scarey thought hit me. Crap! He's gone after Mark.

"I ran to the kitchen to phone Mark, but there on the bulletin board next to the phone was a note. It said,

"'Marge,

Joe's is going out of business and everything is half off. I'm going down there to see if I can get that new driver I've been talking about. If I get it, I'll be out on the driving range for a couple of hours. Jerry'

"I was panicking for nothing. Just then I heard the garage door opening. I poured myself a cup of coffee.

"'Sleeping beauty has awaken,' Jerry said as he came into the kitchen. To spite his easy going mood, I wasn't sure he wasn't setting me up for a kill. I thought, 'Maybe he's just waiting for me to breakdown and confess before he tosses me out or finds a non manufacturer recommended use for that new driver.' It was an irrational fear.

"'So, did you have a good time last night,' he asked.

"'Oh yeah... I did...' I told him about the new restaurant and lounge, what we had for dinner and the name of the band that was playing and what their music was like.'

"'Well, I'm glad you had a good time. If... if you were free to do so, would you do it all again?' He seemed to emphasize the word all just a little, but I couldn't really tell. Maybe it was just me thinking about it 'all.'

"'Well, ... yeah, if I was free to do so, then I guess I would,' I told him and then quickly added, 'Mark's a good dancer,' like that's why I'd want to do it again. Not the real reason, he knows how to screw my brains out.

"Jerry closed his eyes and swallowed like he was having a hard time with something. 'Well good, 'cause he had a good time too and I think he'll be asking you out again and if he does, well I'd be OK with you going... if you want too.'

"I was flabbergasted. 'Do you know what you just said? You just gave your wife permission to date another man. I mean, I ... I ... you...'

"'Look you had a good time, he had a good time, I enjoyed having complete control of the TV for the evening. And nothing more's likely to happen on the second date than the first.'

"That part was true. Nothing more could happen... everything that could happen already happened on the first date. I was thinking, I don't dare let there be a second date. I knew that if there was a second date, Mark would be after me no holds barred and there was no reason for him to think I wouldn't be receptive. What's more, if he was anywhere near as slick as he was the first time, there would be no reason for me to believe I wouldn't. But I was in denial, big time. I just kept telling myself there would be no second date.



Are There Men Like That - Marge Ch. 02



Disclaimer:

This is a fantasy. No one in their right mind should participate in the activities the characters in this story do. If you don't like cuckold stories don't read it.

Chapter 2

It goes on, Second Date.

"Things got back to normal. We usually see Mark at least every other week, what with the every other Sunday golf date. About once a month, we go out to dinner with him and often dancing after. Mark sometimes brings a date, but not always and never the same girl. According to Jerry, Mark likes to play the field. If he does date a girl more than once, it's not exclusive. Most women don't hang around long, even for the great sex, if the relationship isn't going anywhere. If they share his feelings on sex and relationship they to don't want to be tied down either.

Then she laughed. "I know there are women who share his views. I was one and until Jerry, I didn't hang into a relationship more than a few weeks. Oh some guys did get a repeat fuck, but they were one night affairs.

"Why did you settle down and hang in with Jerry?" I wanted to know breaking my rule not to interrupt.

"There was something different about Jerry. I mean he was interested in me as a person and when it came to love making, he didn't even undo his pants until I got off and gave every impression if I wanted to deny him actual sex, he'd be OK with it. Of course I nearly ruined his pants getting them of him, so he could stuff his cock up me. And, well, he's pretty good at that part too."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I promised not to interrupt. So, if you were so determined to not have a second date, how did Mark manage to get you on a second date?"

"Well, that didn't happen for a while. Mark called me on Tuesday while Jerry was at his bowling league, and thanked me for the date. It was a curious call, because it was so benign. When he started talking I thought that he'd make reference to our romp in bed, but instead, he talked about dinner, the dancing and how much he enjoyed my company. He asked how Jerry had acted after the fact. I told him that he was great about it, but I didn't recount our conversation about it being OK if I wanted to date him again.

"Things settled back into the usual routine, only when Mark was there, the flirting seemed to go up a notch and included some light fondling. That is; he patted my butt, rubbed my back in the sensuous spot he'd discovered on our date... that and I'd catch him being obvious about enjoying the look of my body, undressing me with his eyes. He also didn't seem to be self-conscious about Jerry seeing him do it... either the looking or the touching. The thing that really struck me as strange at the time was that Jerry seemed to accept the touching and ogling as just another part of our flirtation, which as I said, had gone into high gear.

"A little over a month after 'the date,' Mark got a promotion at work and told us he wanted to celebrate and couldn't think of anyone he'd like to celebrate with more than Jerry and me. He invited us to go out to dinner and dancing, his treat. Jerry jumped at the invitation without even consulting me. I thought that since Jerry would be with us it wouldn't be much different than all the other times we'd been out with Mark, so I didn't make a big deal of it.

"The night of the celebration, I complained, 'I don't relish the idea of wearing pantyhose on a hot evening like this.'

"Jerry looked me over and said, 'Well then don't. You've got a nice tan, what with wearing shorts so much. Just put some lotion on your legs to give them a little sheen and go without. No one will notice. Beside, I'm sure you won't be the only woman out tonight with bare legs.'

"Such a practical man, my husband. I took his advice only to have him insist that he also pass judgment on the dress I would wear. After looking at several of my dresses, we settled on a wrap around that had swishy skirt which stopped about four inches above my knees. 'Perfect for dancing,' he said.

"The place we went was the same one that Mark had taken me on our date. I was a little apprehensive, but tried not to show it. I don't know if he arranged it or not, but it was a little unnerving when we were escorted to the same table Mark and I sat at and were waited on by the same waiter.

"'Nice to see the two of you again,' the waiter said, smiling at Mark and I. 'What can I get you tonight?'

"Mark ordered for me without consulting me, but when ordering for Jerry, he asked his input. The order included the same wine as before and the evening began to take on a deja vu feeling, only Jerry was there as an observer. The conversation was eerily the same with only minimal comment from Jerry. When we went to the lounge, we ended up at the same table as before, with Mark and I sitting in the same place as we did that night. Because of the third person drinking we hand ended up with a second bottle of wine and I was already a bit tipsy by the time we had our first drink of the night. All I could think of was the last time we were here. I replayed the entire evening in my mind, including the part at Mark's condo. By the time the band began to play, I was beginning to get aroused by the memory.

"'Shall we dance?' Mark asked. I looked a Jerry. Always before, when we were out with Mark, I had danced with Jerry first. Jerry just gestured toward the dance floor. So I danced with Mark. Once we were away from the table, it really was like we were on that date again. This band wasn't like the last one. They started out with more romantic numbers. Mark pulled me close and nuzzled my neck. I was concerned with Jerry's reaction to the intimacy of the way he held me. It wasn't like when the three of us had been out before where he held me and looked me in the eye as we danced and talked. No, this dance was the dance of lovers. I kept looking back at the table to gauge Jerry's reaction, only to see him stoically watching us. I couldn't read him.

"When the set was over, Jerry had fresh drinks waiting for us. As a matter of fact, the whole evening, I didn't have an empty glass. Neither the wine at dinner nor the drinks there in the lounge. Mark smiled at Jerry. 'Thanks for the drinks,' he said. 'Marge here, is quite a dancer, don't you think?'

"'She is indeed,' Jerry smiled back. 'You guys make a striking couple. I could watch you dance all night.'

"We had two drinks before we went back to the dance floor, that is Mark and I. This time he pulled close and I could feel his erection right there, not ten feet from Jerry. I shot him a look and he just lifted his glass in salute.

"Mark danced me away from the table and quickly had both hands at my hips and as we danced, he put his erection in the most erotic spot. He kept a hand on my butt, holding me close while the other rubbed the erogenous zone on my back. The wine, the drinks the erotic dance began to get to me. I was having flash backs to our date and the reactions were the same. There was something naughtily erotic about another man pressing his hard on into my crotch with my husband right there.

"By the time the band played its third set, I was turned on and had trouble remembering that this wasn't our date, but that Jerry was there at the table. I had even given into Mark kissing me when we were sufficiently away from the table. At least I think we were away from the table, I really wasn't too aware of just where we were on the dance floor. The place was getting crowded and we decided to sit out a few numbers. As we walked back to the table, Mark's erection was obvious. I stepped in front of him as we approached to hide it from Jerry. I didn't want a scene, but when we got to the table, Mark stepped to the side, facing Jerry, with his arousal evident at eye level. Jerry acted like he didn't notice.

"I could feel my own arousal and excused myself to the ladies room. I entered a stall and tried my best to dry myself between my legs. As I pulled my panties back up I realized they were sopping. Not just the crotch, but the fabric all the way to the waist band had wicked my juices. I took them off and dried myself again. I stepped to the sink, pulled a couple of paper towels and wrapped the soggy undies and put them in my purse. After touching up my makeup I headed back to the table. By the time I got there, I was having second thoughts about taking my panties off. I should have just bought a sanitary pad and tried to sop up the juices that way. As it was, I could feel them begin to trickle down my leg. Still, I was feeling deliciously naughty, walking through the crowd with no underwear on, maybe that was part of the problem.

"Mark was signing a credit chit. He smiled as I walked up. 'It's getting a little crowded in here,' he said. 'We've decided to find a place that's less crowded.' Putting a hand in the small of my back, he escorted me out to the car. Jerry followed discretely behind, as if he didn't want to be in the way. By the time we reached the car, I had nearly forgotten he was there. Mark turned me and gave me a quick kiss and opened the door for me. I slid in hoping that Jerry hadn't noticed the kiss, it was quick enough.

"After we were on the street, Mark put his arm around me and pulled me close. I glanced at Jerry. He was pointedly not noticing. At the first stoplight, Mark turned and kissed me on the temple and rubbed my shoulder. Mark glanced at my lap and smiled then drove on when the light turned green. I looked down and to my horror, my wrap around had pulled in such a way as to exposed my left leg nearly to the hip. What's more, the fabric was caught in the seatbelt and there as no way I could discretely cover up.

"While I was stressing over that, Mark's hand slipped off my shoulder and caressed my boob. My brain was screaming, NO! NO! But my body was reveling in the sensation. I was torn between physical desire for what I'd had last time I sat here with Mark's arm around me and the fact my husband was as close as he was, well, nearly. I looked at Jerry and found him with his head back on the headrest and breathing though his mouth with his eyes closed. I was afraid. He could open his eyes at any moment and see Mark taking liberties. It was one thing on our date. That was pay off on his dumb bet, but there, then at that moment it was a wife allowing a man to touch her. I hoped that Jerry would just keep his eyes closed and not make a fuss.

"Then Mark upped the ante. His hand found bare skin and slipped inside my dress. My breath caught and his fingers fumbled their way inside my bra. My arousal shot up a hundred points as his finger began circling my nipple. My God, he's feeling me up with my husband sitting right next to me. I should have been outraged and hollered but my desire was on fire and the kinkiness of it all had a death grip on my sensibilities.

"Mark made no pretense at finding another club. He drove directly to his condo. Once we were in his parking spot, he looked over at Jerry and nodded. Jerry opened the door and got out. I started to follow, but Marks arm around me pulled me back. He kissed me, fully on the lips with a passion that wouldn't be denied. It was contagious. I felt the passion and was lost in returning the kiss. When my senses kicked in, in what I hoped was only a few seconds, I pulled away and followed Jerry out of the car. Jerry acted as if nothing unusual had happened and was waiting at the elevator.

"Inside his condo, Mark simply walked over to the stereo and powered it up, hitting the play button on the CD changer. As the music filled the room, he dimmed the lights and took me into his arms to dance. I don't know if he set up the same CD's in the changer or just hadn't bothered to remove them but the same songs played in the same order. Jerry sat in an over stuffed chair in the corner and watched us dance. Mark danced us over to the patio and opened the door. I thought we would have been more in the dark on the patio, so when he wanted to take liberties again, I just elected to not make a fuss. Big mistake, he got to me easily. As the CD changed, we were off to the side and his hands were roaming freely over my butt as if searching for something. He stopped, pulled his head back and looked down at me.

"'Naughty girl,' he chuckled and pulled my dress up to plant a hand on my bare butt. He then kissed me passionately. The state of mind I was in did nothing for my sensibilities. The intimacy of his touch inflamed me. As if he wanted to be caught by Jerry, he began to dance again, keeping one hand under my dress on my bare butt while he pulled me into his now throbbing member. I was beginning to panic. As we danced in front of the open patio doors, I looked in vain to see if Jerry could see us. I half expect him to call out demanding to know just what the hell we thought we were doing, but nothing. At the other end of the patio, he stopped again, putting both hands on my butt, under my dress. He pulled back a little as his hands came around to my hips, his right finding the split in the wrap. Quickly, his left slipped in behind the skirt of my dress and moved back to my hip again effectively making me nude from the waist down in front. Hands back on my buttocks he pulled me forward pressing his throbbing meat into my bare pubs, only his pants between me and his sex. He kissed me a tongue tangling kiss while moving one of his hands up my back.

"That move saved me from screwing him right then and there. I felt the night air on my bare behind and pulled away.

"'I... I... need to... to dance with my husband,' I stammered and forcefully pushed him away. I sidestep and made it through the patio door. I found Jerry sitting right where he we left him. I pulled him to his feet. 'Dance with me,' I told him. He put his arms around me and I molded myself to him. I was astonished to find out he had a throbbing erection. He began dancing, pulling me to himself the way Mark had. As the CD changed, he kissed me with a kiss of passion that made me want him right then. I turned to Mark who was watching from the patio door.

"'We need to go home Mark. Can you take us home now?' I asked.

"Look, if you need too, you can stay the night. I have a guest room, you know.'

"'We could...' Jerry started.

"Torn between passion and sensibility, I cut him off. 'Mark, please, I need to be in my own bed tonight,' I pleaded. 'Please take me home now.'

"He looked defeated for a moment, then he looked at Jerry and then back at me. 'OK,' he said, 'but I get one more dance.'

"I looked at Jerry and he just nodded his head and stepped back. Mark came to me and swept me into his arms and began to dance. Jerry sat back down as Mark's hands began to roam my backside, pulling me into his still stiff member. He nuzzled my neck and ground his pelvis into me. I felt myself slipping, My God, I thought, he's trying to seduce me right here in front of my husband.

"Thankfully the CD changer ran out of disks at that point. 'OK,' I said, 'you've had your dance. Can we go home now.'" I looked at Jerry, wondering just what the hell was going on. Calling on all the inner discretion I had, I walked toward the door. If they hadn't followed me, I don't know what I would have done. My body was crying out to be screwed. Mark made it plain, he'd be happy to oblige and Jerry, ... Jerry didn't seem to have an opinion about that idea. When I got to the door I opened it and turned to see Jerry following me. I stepped outside and walked to the elevator. By the time it showed up, Mark had joined us.

"No one said anything, on the drive home. Uncharacteristically, Mark walked us to the door, still acting like my date. As Jerry unlocked the door with his back to us, Marked pulled me into a kiss. It wasn't long and there was no tongue involved, but there was plenty of passion in it. Jerry walked inside without looking back. Reluctantly, I pulled myself away from Mark and left him standing there as I closed the door. I don't know if he expected to be invited inside or not. But I knew I had to get away from him. Jerry was halfway up the stairs and I hurried after him. In the bedroom, we attacked each other.

"We didn't make love, we fucked. I was so hot that I didn't even notice how horny Jerry was. Looking back, he nearly raped me... that is if you discounted my trying to rape him. The sex was intense and repeated. We literally fucked until we dropped. I woke in the late morning thinking I'd had the wildest dream of my life. If it hadn't been for Jerry sleeping naked next to me and the clothing strewn around the room and the smell of sex in the air I might have believed it was a dream... a dream or a nightmare.

"I got up and picked up all the clothes and saw them to the hamper. I threw a sheet over Jerry and went to the guest bath to shower. I figured he needed his rest. After I dressed, I went to the kitchen and made coffee and had some cereal, just to put something on my stomach. I decided that I needed some space to wrap my head around what had happened the night before. I didn't want to have Jerry confront me until I knew just what I had to be accountable for and what I needed to hold him accountable for. I was sure that he would blame me for everything, but I was sure that he shared the blame. Isn't your husband supposed to be your protector? Well, he stood, or sat by and let things happen.

"I know that I was some at fault for the happenings. I chose to not make a big deal out of it when Mark started on the dance floor. I mean, how do you tell a man who's fucked you that it's not appropriate to rub his hard on into you? God, haven't you had plenty of men who haven't fucked you do that kind of thing? I did in college, even before I turned into a coed slut my junior year. What I had to answer for was liking it and responding to it. After last night, Mark could call me a prick tease, I thought. It was true. I knew he was turned on, gave him every indication I was turned, allowed him to fondle me without complaint. I couldn't understand how it even happened. Mark acted like we were on a date and Jerry acted as if he were the third wheel on that date. I had a lot to think about.

"I left Jerry a note it simply said:

Have some errands to run. Be back later. Marge

"I just went for a drive out the interstate until I came to the falls. I parked and walked up the old highway a ways and found a little used park next so some lessor falls and sat. The woodsy atmosphere and the sound of the rushing water had a calming effect. What I decided was that when Jerry hit me with my transgressions, I'd just let him rant and throw myself at his mercy, while gently reminding him that he had made me the stakes in a bet and that changed my relationship with Mark. I'd suggest that maybe we should limit our contact with Mark. Then, when he was ready to talk calmly, in the most un-confrontational way I could, I'd ask him how he could sit back and allow it all to happen without complaint. I would ask him if he didn't see right from the first time I danced with Mark that night that there was something going on? I felt he needed to see that he wasn't without blame in the situation.

"I decided that I'd stop by the mall and pick up a few thing just to back up my story that I had some errands to run. Imagine my surprise when I got home and found Jerry calmly watching golf on television. When he saw me, he simply waved and sipped his beer. I went about fixing dinner, waiting for him to determine the time was right to call me to account.

"It never happened. Jerry treated me just like he always did after we'd been out with Mark. He did observe that it appeared I'd had a good time on the dance floor. I thought that was his opening gambit for laying into me. So I just shrugged my shoulders and nodded. He smiled and said, 'Mark had a good time, but I think he really wanted us to stay the night. We could have, you know, if you'd wanted to.'




Are There Men Like That - Marge Ch. 02



"'I... I... I really wanted to be in my own bed,' I told him.

"'Well, you could have...' he started, but his voice trailed off and he looked away.

"That was it. That was the end of it. He never said anything more about it. The following Sunday was their regular golf game and when Mark stopped by after, it was business as usual, well that is to say as usual after the date. He was still touchy feely, but cautiously. He patted my butt a few times, pulled me into a sideways hug and even kissed me lightly as he said goodbye. I looked at Jerry as he went out the door. Jerry smiled and said, 'I think he likes you.' And that's all there was too that.

"As the weeks went by I began to think perhaps I was drunk that night and my memory was mixed with fantasies of what I thought might happen and with the actual date. You ever have an experience that leaves you wondering about your sanity? Well that night did me.

"It was almost two months later when I was looking over the A & E section of the paper and noticed that Sokol Blosser Vineyards was hosting a Concours d'Elegance. 'Hey guys, look at this,' I told them when they came in after golf.

"'I'm looking, I'm looking,' Mark said, taking me in his arms for very personal hug.

"'Hey, hey, my husband's right here,' I scolded, in a playful tone, but I was serious.

"'Opps. Sorry Jerry, I forgot you were here. She has that affect on me,' Mark said and gave me a quick kiss before releasing me.

"Jerry just laugh and asked, 'What is it you wanted to show us, before this big oaf lets his hormones get the best of him?'

"'Sokol Blosser Vineyards is hosting a Concours d'Elegance. I thought since we all like vintage cars, and vintage wine, we could take in the event. It says here that we can make it an all day event if we want. We could go for just the Concours and wine and cheese tasting, or we could stay for the catered buffet and dance in the evening.'

"'That sounds great,' Jerry said. 'I think we should do the whole day.'

"'I agree,' Mark said. 'Nothing I'd like more that to have some wine, appreciate some old cars and hang out with you guys while getting a chance to dance with my favorite married lady.'

"We talked about it and got ourselves all hyped over going. Then Jerry asked, 'When is it?'

"'It's...' I consulted the article, 'in three weeks the second Saturday next month.'

"'Oh, man,' Jerry complained. 'I've got to cover a management conference that weekend. I can't go.'

"'Oh well, it was a great idea,' I said.

"'Well you and Mark could still go.'

"'Sure,' Mark put in. 'I'd love to go and I'd be happy to have you as my guest.'

"'I don't think that's a good idea. How would it look? A married woman attending an event like that with someone other than her husband?'

"'Well we've already crossed that bridge, haven't we? I mean you guys went out to dinner and dancing before. The only difference here is that it's and all day event. And as far as how it'll look, you won't see anybody you know so who cares how it looks,' Jerry insisted. 'I think you should go. You must have really wanted to go or you wouldn't have brought it up. There's no reason you shouldn't go. Besides how often do we get a chance to do something on Marks tab? Think of all those times when I was working for Minuteman and we footed the bill? He's got a lot of catching up to do.'

"'See?' Mark said. 'Jerry's all for it and I'm sure not going to miss an opportunity to spend the day with you.'

"Well I've got to tell you it sounded like a great event and the combination things we could do was irresistible. 'OK, I said, but let's just go for the Concours and wine tasting.'

"'If you insist,' Mark allowed, 'but I'd rather we made a day of it.'

"After Mark left, Jerry said, 'I don't know why you don't want to make the whole day of it. You like dancing with Mark and I'm sure it'll be a great evening. Besides, Mark's paying.'

"'But it would be like a second date. The first one we owed him because of that dumb bet you made. We don't owe him anything this time.'

"'Well, I suppose it would be like a second date, but you know I told you that he would want another date and that if you wanted you could go.'

"'Do you really think it's wise for me to go on another date with him? I mean, don't you think if I accept a date, he'll think he can ask me anytime and I'll accept?'

"'There is that chance,' Jerry observed. Then he got a mischievous smile and said, 'Don't tell me you wouldn't enjoy dating him? You had good time on the first date, didn't you?'

"'Well, yeah, but...'

"'But nothing. Look... I don't mind and what's likely to happen if you date him that hasn't already happened?'

"'You seem awfully casual about you wife dating another man. Aren't you jealous?'

"'I might be if it was anyone but Mark. I know he's not interested in getting married, so he won't steal you away. As long as he sends you back to me afterward, you can date him when every you want.'

"I felt the need to confess and get it over with. 'But you don't know what happened on out date,' I told him.

"'And I don't need to know. You told me yourself that if you were free to do it, you'd do it all again. Well, given who it is and all, as far as I'm concerned you can date him whenever you like.'

"'That's a pretty strange attitude for a husband to have.'

"'Well, it just shows how confident in your love and Mark's friendship.'

"I'd lost my resolve to confess at that point and only thought, 'If you really knew your friend had screwed your wife's brains out and she liked it, you wouldn't say that.'

"So the weekend of the Concours came and Jerry flew out that Friday after work. As I dropped him at the airport, I gave him another chance to come to his senses. 'I'm still not sure my going to the Concours with Mark is a good idea.'

"'Go, have a good time,' he told me. 'My flight will get in about three Sunday afternoon.'

"'Your really alright with me spending the day and evening with Mark?'

"'Yes, how many times do I have to tell you? Go, have a good time. You can do what ever you want with Mark. You had a good time on your date before do it again. It's OK.'

"'But...'

"'No buts, just have good time. Enjoy it to the fullest.' He kissed me and stepped through metal detector. He blew me a kiss as he went toward the boarding area.

"When ever Jerry travels without me, he always calls me when he gets in, so he called that night about seven thirty. 'Hi Hon, I'm all settled in my room.'

"'Did you have a good flight?'

"'Yeah, clear air all the way. My connecting flight was a little late, but since it was only registration and there were no meetings scheduled for tonight it was OK.'

"'Jerry, look I think I'm going to call Mark and tell him I'm not feeling well.'

"'Are you sick?'

"'No, I'm just having second thoughts about going with Mark when you're not there.'

"'That would be terribly unfair to Mark. He bought the tickets on line and at this short notice there's no way he could get his money back. Besides, we've been over this before. Mark's a good friend and he won't do anything I wouldn't be OK with.'

"'Oh yeah? The last time he fucked your wife's brains out. Are you really OK with that?' I thought.

"'And even if he tried, I know that you wouldn't let him do anything you didn't want him to, so we're all good.'

"'Yeah, well that's the problem,' I thought. 'When he got around to doing what he wanted, I wanted him to.'

"'Are you really sure? I mean, have you thought through all the possibilities?'

"'Yes, I'm sure. Look go; you'll have a good time, just like you did last time. I've got to go through my packet for the conference so I've got to cut this short. See you Sunday.'

"Well, there I had it... a good time, just like last time. I really believed he didn't have any idea just what that entailed. Oh, I need to tell you that I found out that Jerry didn't commit to going to the conference until after I told him the date for the event. They had asked a volunteer and no one had yet to say they would go, so he didn't have to go."

"What?" I interrupted again. "He purposely decided to leave you to go with Mark alone? But he even insisted that you go. I don't get it."

"I didn't either, at the time," Marge confirmed.

"I've got to tell you I didn't sleep well that night. I kept waking up aroused after a dream involving Mark doing something sexual to me. Each time, it was a little more intense. The first time I dreamed that Mark was tweaking my nipple and woke with my own hand toying with my boob. The last time I dreamed Mark and I were naked and he had a couple of fingers stoking in and out of me as he positioned himself for entry and I woke with my middle and ring fingers buried in my sex. After that one, I had to continue what I'd started in my sleep. By the time I got through, it was time to start getting ready for my 'date.' I know it really wasn't supposed to be a date, but what else could I think of it as? Another man was taking me somewhere and paying the way. In my book that was a date.

"I was told to dress casually, but I felt I should wear something that showed some class. I opted for that yellow sundress that I like so much and pair of clunkey heeled white sandals. I did my hair in a bun with a nice tortoise shell cage. I made sure that my makeup was understated. This was an afternoon event after all.

"Mark picked me up about eleven and we stopped for lunch at a little place down the valley that Mark knew about. It was very nice. Mark was on his best behavior and by the time we got to the vineyard I'd decided that my fears were for naught. He picked up the tickets, well passes I guess. They were on lanyards that hung around our neck and we each got an official Sokol Blosser glass that entitled us to have as much wine as we dared from the various stations around the grounds that dispensed the different varieties on offer. Of course the idea was that you'd like a particular wine or three and buy some to take home. Cheese, both local and imported, was also on offer. The local cheeses were also for sale and the imported could be ordered. Aside from the fact that everyone was dressed casual, it was a very upscale event.

"The cars were definitely exotic. Even the domestics were well restored antiques and the imports were all Old World classics. Some were so old and exotic I'd not heard of them before. We drank wine, tasted cheeses and drooled over the cars all afternoon. There must have been a couple of hundred scattered throughout the vineyard.

There were portable wireless speakers around supplying soft music as we wandered the grounds. It all made for a great afternoon. As we walked around, Mark often would put a hand on the small of my back to guide me in a particular direction to see a car that he wanted to show me. After a while, it seemed natural for him to have his hand there. I don't remember when it moved from there to lightly around my waist as we stopped to admire a particular car.

"I was quite surprised when Mark told me it was time for them to start serving the buffet. We were quite a ways from the winery. Mark took my hand as we strolled back, not in any hurry because the buffet would be served for over an hour. As we walked toward the winery, the sun was getting low and a little chill in the shadows developed. Mark noticed me shiver a little and said, "What's the matter? Cold?" as he put his arm around me and drew me close. I was grateful for his warmth when the breeze that had been refreshing in the afternoon sun turned chill in the shadows.

"They had a number of deli meats and even some barbecued meats along with various salads. For desert, the was a scrumptious rhubarb pie. Oh they had other things, but that's all I had eyes for. The winery had a chamber orchestra playing dance music at the far end of the building from the buffet. After we had eaten, we wandered that direction and started dancing.

"As Mark held me, I don't know if it was the wine, my dreams from the night before, or what, but I began to be aroused by his contact. He didn't really do anything for the longest time, just held me close as we danced. Then I felt it, the beginning of his arousal. To my dismay, I wanted to feel it. As much as I knew it was wrong, I pressed myself against him to feel the lump in his pants. As I rubbed against it, it became a cyclic thing. The more I rubbed against it, the more aroused he became, the more I wanted to rub it. The whole cycle feeding on itself. Mark picked up on my desire to feel him aroused and began to pull me into him. Song after song, we turned each other on, until we were breathing raggedly.

"'I suppose we should get out of here,' Mark offered. I nodded.

"On the way out, Mark gave his name to one of the winery staff and we stopped by the doors of the winery as we drove out and Mark popped the trunk so they could load the wine and cheese he'd bought through out the day.

"As we drove I became aware that the center console had been folded away and I was sitting next to Mark with his arm around me. I know I should have been in the right side passenger seat instead of cuddled up next to him, but that never occurred to me when I got in and it just felt so good to have him affectionately hold me like that. I also discovered that my hand was on the inside of his thigh. This too seemed natural and good, even though my thought process found it odd. I was really in a confused state. While I knew I was a married woman out with a man I wasn't married to, I felt as if this minor intimacy was natural. And given how intimate we'd been on that first date, this was nothing, besides, I liked Mark and it made me feel secure to snuggle up to him like that.

"When we reached the house, I was relieved that Mark didn't initiate a necking secession like he had in his parking garage. Instead, he popped the trunk and said, 'Let's get the wine into the house. I want to share at least half of it with you guys. I know you'll like most of what I bought.'

"'Mark, that's expensive wine. Really, just a bottle or two would be more than enough.'

"'Well, be that as it may, we have to get it into the house to pick out the wine.'

"He had me help him carry the wine to the kitchen. I took one case and he took two. Try as I would, I couldn't dissuade him from actually splitting the wine. We put, what turned out to be two and a half cases on the kitchen table and haggled over how much he was giving us. He was putting bottles in the cases evenly split while I told him, 'No, that's too much. The half case is enough for us. You keep the rest.'

"He pulled me to him, with his arms around my waist, kissed me lightly and said in a firm voice, 'You will accept the gift graciously, understand?' I nodded and he said, 'Good,' and kissed me sensuously. There was just something about the masterful way he was acting that made me submit to his demands. Then there was that arousal that I'd enjoyed feeling at the winery.

"Still holding my hips tightly against his with one hand, he picked up a bottle of wine and asked, 'Did you have any of this at the winery?'

"'I don't think so.'

"'You have to try it,' he said disengaging with me. I found myself reluctant to move away, but knowing right where to look, he got out our wine glasses and corkscrew and opened the wine and sat it on the counter. 'It'll need to breathe a little,' he said, taking me back in his arms.

"I molded myself against him, seeking out that lump in his pants. I tilted my head back to look up at him and he took that as an invitation, he kissed me again. I rubbed my hips against the lump, enjoying the mild arousal. But I think he knew just how to tease me. I think at that moment, I was lost, only I was in denial, thinking that it was just harmless flirtation.

"Again, he move away and said, 'Let's put on some music so we can enjoy our wine like we did at the winery.'

"He grabbed the glasses and wine in one hand and my hand in the other and led the way to the front room. Setting down the wine, but not letting go my hand, he turned on the stereo and found a station playing slow dance music. He pulled me into his arms and we danced.

"The next selection wasn't exactly the kind of music we wanted to dance to, so he poured the wine. 'To good friends,' he said, clinking glass with his. We each sipped. 'To fine wine.' We clinked and sipped again. 'To warm embraces,' he continued, drawing me close as we sipped again. He rubbed his nose against mine and gave me a light kiss. My hips found that lump and I was torn between the logic of my mind reminding me that I was married and this wasn't my husband, and my body remembering the great time that lump had provided at his condo. When he gave me a long sensual kiss, my logic took a back seat... one way in the back of the bus. The music on the radio became a waltz, so we put the now empty glasses down and I molded myself to him and we dance, that delicious lump working its magic on my body and my body screaming 'Oh yeah!' Three songs later, we had more wine, but he, I'm sure, knew he had me in his spell and didn't let me out of his embrace as we downed another glass of wine. All the while, I was aroused and getting more so.

"He looked deep into my eyes and moved in for a kiss. This one went well beyond sensual, all the way to passionate, even pushing that limit a bit. When we finally broke that kiss, he began kissing my neck and chest. Without me realizing he'd done it, my dress was lifted and his hands that had already been cupping my ass only had my panties separating them from my bare butt. I realized this when I felt his hand slide up my bare back in the midst of a long passionate kiss. The thought of his hand on my bare skin caused my hips to twitch and I kissed him with even greater passion.

"I've never figured out how men do it, but with only his left and he found and release the catch on my bra. I laid my head on his shoulder and let him explore my bare back up to my shoulders. The whole while I was shaking with anticipation. My body knew where this was all going, but my mind was totally detached as if watching this happen to someone else. Cupping his hands over my shoulder, he pulled me back for another toe curling kiss. At the end of it, my dress just floated over my head and was gone, taking my bra with it.

"His kisses traveled down my chest, finding their way to my breast and coming to rest on my rock hard nipples. He suckled for what seemed an eternity with his hands pulling my willing hips into him as he pressed his now throbbing member into my pantied crotch. My breathing was coming in short gasps.

"He stopped sucking my nipples and asked, 'Bedroom?' to which I just nodded, unable to speak. He carried me right to our bedroom and with in minutes, he was inside me, thrusting and I was matching his thrusts. I lifted my legs, wanting more of him deep inside me. I began to build an orgasm almost immediately and when it hit, it was doozy. A multiple that just kept coming and coming. It didn't stop until I lost consciousness... that is I became unaware of anything. When my senses returned, I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me as he methodically thrust slowly in to my quivering vagina.

"I lay there basking in the orgasmic after glow willing him to get the kind of enjoyment I'd just had. He kissed me softly and asked, 'Good?' I nodded and he smiled bigger. He closed eyes and I could tell he was working for himself. The fact that he'd done that all for me and waited for himself made me work back for his enjoyment. To my surprise, I worked up another climax as he began grunting and slamming himself into me.

"When we were finally through, we cuddled and went to sleep. It must have been at least four in the morning by then. I woke some time after dawn with him gently sucking my nipples and lightly stroking my clit. When I stirred, he pushed his hard on against my leg. I looked down to see his mischievous eyes. I moaned and pulled his head to my breast and his finger plumbed the depths of my sopping slit. I was on fire again and only the hose bumping my leg would do to put out the fire. This time, was not a wild or as urgent as it was in the wee hours, but it was really intense. We were both working hard to make it good. We both needed it.




Are There Men Like That - Marge Ch. 02



"After our climaxes, he simply lay on top of me, kissing me on my lips, my eyes, my cheeks and my neck. He would pause every now and then to look me in the eye and flex that magnificent tool, which was still hard, and smile at me. I returned the favor and flexed my kagel muscles causing him to pump a stroke. We kept this up for while, until I began working toward another orgasm. When I began to pump rhythmically he returned the favor and got me off again. I was amazed at the stamina of the man. He worked a bit more and then climaxed. He smiled, winked and kissed me lightly before he slipped out and off to the side drawing me into a cuddle and pulled the sheet over us.

"'Strange' I thought, 'I don't remember even turning down the bed,' as I drifted back to sleep.

"It couldn't have been much later when I woke and found him sleeping. Lay there thinking about the slut I had become the night before and how I was totally receptive to his advances. 'Damn Jerry,' I thought. 'That damn bet set this up. If he'd just told Mark, "No way, I'm not betting my wife,' none of this would have happened.'

"See how easy it was for me to assign blame? Denial is spelled, D E N I A L, and I was spelling it in capitol letters. Then a wicked thought hit me. Twice that magical appendage of his had taken me over the moon and I had never even seen it... not in the light anyway.

"I pulled the sheet back and looked down. He was incredible. Even in his sleep, it was still semi-erect. I stared at it, and then my hand, of it's own volition, reached out and took a hold of it and stroked it. It began to respond and grow and I found myself getting excited. As it grew, I inched down for a better look. When it was near it's full size, I simply took it in my mouth, without a thought as to what I was doing. There I was, laying I bed giving a man I wasn't married to head in his sleep. What a slut.

"I don't know if I thought he wouldn't wake up or what, but he did wake up and moaned. He put his hand gently on my head and I looked up at him as I felt him grow even a little larger in my mouth. 'Me thinks me lady wants more,' he said. I nodded around that engorged member.

"He move quickly, so quickly that I didn't even have time to worry about that thing being out of my mouth. I was on my back, his head buried between my legs and the massive tool slipping back in to my mouth in a blink. He gave as good or probably better than he got. I went into a blissfully lust driven state and soon had a climax, at which point he spun around and mounted me, lifting my knees and positioning his knees on either side of my hips and pounded me with long heavy strokes. My climax returned with a vengeance. It rolled over and over through me. 'This is good, this is so fucking good,' I thought.

"He stayed with me all the way through it and we did a repeat of the flexing thing we'd done the last time. Just then, his cell phone beeped. He looked around and spotted the clock. He shrugged. 'I guess I should see what that's about,' he said and slipped out of me. He found his pants and pulled his cell out. Looking at it, he nodded and started getting dressed.

"'A reminder of a promise I made for today. I'd love to spend all day in bed with you, but I've got to leave,' he said. I found myself feeling cheated, some how.

"'But I owe you a climax,' I said trying to lure him back into bed for another round.

"'I know, but next time. OK?'

"I nodded. 'Next time,' I agreed.

"'Lay right there, don't move. I want to remember you just like that,' he said.

"I watched him get dressed as I allowed him to scan my naked body. After he was dressed, he came and kissed me a gentle kiss and said, "Until next time." And just like that, he was down the stairs and outside. I went to the window and peeked through the blinds. I watched him put his share of the wine into his trunk and drive off. 'Did I just agree to a next time?'

"I turned and surveyed the room. 'Oh crap,' I thought. 'The bed looks like somebody had a sex orgy in it. I better clean this up before Jerry gets home.' I stripped the bed and put clean sheets on it. I threw on a robe and took the old sheets down to the garage. On the way through the kitchen, I noticed that thoughtful Mark had turned on the coffee. As I carried the sheets into the garage, I noticed just how much they smelled of sex. 'I'd better get some air freshener and spray the room... and take a shower. I can't smell much better.' I put the sheets in the washing machine. 'Thank God Jerry's flight doesn't get in until three today. It'll give me plenty of time to straighten up the house.' Imagine my horror when I came back into the kitchen and saw Jerry pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"'Jerry, your home,' I choked out.

"'Yeah, they canceled the late session, last night and I managed to get on the red eye. I didn't call you before the flight because I knew you'd still be at the winery, or maybe on the way home and this morning when the plane landed I didn't have the heart to. I figured that you guys made a night of it at the Concours. I got in about nine and decided to get a cab home. I thought you'd probably still be in bed. From the way your dressed I guess I was right.'

"He came over to me and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed with a passion that rivaled Mark's the night before. He had a lump in his pants that seemed larger than I remembered. 'I thought of you all night on the flight. I was so turned on I was tempted to get a blanket so I could masturbate, but I wanted to be ready for you when I got here. I'm glad you're not dressed yet, I'd just have to undress you,' he told me.

"He literally dragged me upstairs. As we went by the front room, I glanced in and saw my dress draped half on the couch and my bra on the floor. The half full bottle of wine and glasses were still on the table. There was nothing I could do, but try keep up with him as he took the stairs two at a time.

"He was naked in record time and we were on the bed... the same bed that Mark had so masterfully serviced me on not fifteen minutes before. He wasted no time. His hands were all over me. I tried valiantly to respond, but I was so nervous he'd realize that I'd been well used all night that it was certain to be seen as a sham. But he was so intent on ravishing me, that he didn't seem to notice the sticky mess my vagina was, in fact it seemed to excite him more as he pulled his fingers back and wiped them on my stomach. I allowed him, maybe even encouraged him to mount me. I threw my legs around him and hung on as he pumped wildly.

"He only took minutes to come to a climax and then just kept going. He looked me in the eye and said, 'God this is good. I can't believe how good this is.' Jerry doesn't have the stamina that he used to, never had a lot really, but that day he never paused but just kept up the pace just like he'd never cum.

"A wicked thought hit my mind, 'I've been fucking another man all night long and my husband is getting sloppy seconds, ... whatever... and he thinks it's great.' Some how the thought of him thinking it was great to have his cock buried in my cum filled quim turned me on. It spurred me on to another climax of my own.

"'Good,' he repeated. 'Good.'

"'I wonder how good he'd think it was if he knew,' I thought as I recovered from my climax. Shortly after my climax, he thrust in deep, closed he eyes and shook all over as his hips twitched. Then he collapsed and with great effort, rolled off me.

"'Oh yes,' he murmured. I stared at him as he lay there laboring for breath. I watched him fall asleep and when I was sure he really was asleep, I slipped out of bed and without even pausing to grab my robe I practically ran down stairs. I grabbed my dress and bra from the living room along with the wine and glasses. Out in the garage, I poured the wine down the laundry tub and stash the bottle, glasses and my clothes in the cupboard that I keep my cleaning supplies. I sprinted back upstairs to find Jerry still sleeping.

"I slipped into our bathroom and looked at myself. I was a mess, hair disheveled, remnants of my make up still on and my pubic hair was matted and crusty with cum. I could see a slick streak down one thigh. I looked worse than a whore. A whore at least cleans up between johns. I removed the leftover make up and showered. Try as I would, I couldn't really feel clean. I was dirty inside. I dressed quietly, letting Jerry sleep.

"In the kitchen, I cried softly as I sipped my coffee. I vowed to myself, 'Next time! There will be NO next time!' I was sure that when Jerry woke up, he'd put two and two together and get five, the number of loads of cum, I'd had dumped in me in the last twenty-four hours and only two were his. But when he came down, he was all cheerful and asked about the Concours. He wanted to know what kind of cars there were and what I thought of them. He asked about the dancing and wanted to know if we bought any wine. When I told him Mark had and had shared with us, he went to the pantry and looked over the wine and went on and on about the great wines Mark gave us. He never once mentioned anything about the odor in our room; my obviously well fucked look that morning or anything that made me think he suspected Mark and I.

"I've got to tell you the guilt flag was flying at full staff for about two weeks. The guilt was fueled when Mark called on Wednesday before Jerry got home and thanked me for going to the Concours with him. He was his usual jovial self and to my surprise, he didn't talk about his spending the night, or anything we did after we went to bed. He just talked about the cars he liked and which wine he thought was the best. He asked if Jerry and I had had any of the wine yet. It was like ignoring a 5000 pound elephant in the room. I serviced Jerry morning and night. I was trying to fuck away my betrayal. My mind wasn't working. If anything I was being obvious about feeling guilty. On Thursday the second week, Jerry commented, 'If it's going to be like this every time I go out of town and arrange a date for you with Mark, I think I should do it three or four times a year.'

"That cooled my jets real quick. Looking back that was the wrong thing to do too. I should have just slowed down gradually. But stopping could only have served to say that he noticed something I didn't want noticed.

"It took another two weeks before I became convinced that he wasn't going to say anymore about what I'd gotten up to with Mark. I began to breathe easier, but still when Mark came over I was concerned that his flirting might make some specific reference to something we'd done, but he didn't change much from what he'd done before. When Jerry wasn't in the room, he did mention how hot I was, that was different. Always before it was like all the flirting was for Jerry's entertainment. That's why I was so comfortable with it before. I reasoned if it was done in Jerry's presence and with his knowledge, it couldn't be bad. But sometimes I'd catch Mark looking at me in a way that said he was remembering me in bed and liking the memory.



Are There Men Like That - Marge Ch. 03



Disclaimer:

This is a fantasy. No one in their right mind should participate in the activities the characters in this story do. If you don't like cuckold stories don't read it. 

Chapter 3 

Third Date Conclusion.

"I was thinking, after two months, that I might just survive all this with my marriage intact. I mean it seemed as if it was all behind me when, after one of their golf games, Mark came in for a cold one. We were all sitting around the kitchen table and he reached in the inside pocket of his windbreaker and said, 'Look what I've got.' He put two tickets to the Backstreet Boys on the table. 'They're playing in Seattle, September 6th, a week from this coming Saturday.'

"'Oh God, I love the Backstreet Boys,' I told him.

"'I know, when I had a chance to get these tickets I thought of you. Do you want to go?'

"'I'd love to, but Jerry doesn't like the Backstreet Boys and certainly wouldn't drive all the way to Seattle to see them. I mean if it was a local concert, I might bully him into it, but not in Seattle.

"'I know Jerry doesn't like the Backstreet Boys, but I do. I thought you might like to go with me,' Mark told me.

"I looked at Jerry and he just shrugged. 'If you want to go, go. When will you ever get another chance to see them? You know I'll never take you,' he told me.

"Red flags went up. I knew I shouldn't go anywhere alone with Mark... 'But the Back Street Boy,' I thought. 'I don't think that's a good idea. I mean it's a three hour drive and all.'

"'Look,' Mark said, 'I've already got the tickets. They're VIP tickets. They entitle us to the meet and greet party after the show. It'll be great! You'll get to actually rub elbows with them.'

"I looked at Jerry again, but got no support. 'It's too good a chance to pass up,' he said.

"'Can I think about it?' I asked, knowing full well I should simply turn it down. But I was thinking, 'The Backstreet Boys, when will I ever get a chance again?'

"'OK, but if you don't want to go, I'm not going to go by myself. So don't take too long. I'll have to put these up on Craig's List or eBay or something. I hope I can get most of my money back.'

"'I'll let you know by Wednesday,' I promised.

"After he left, Jerry looked at me and shook his head. 'What?' I asked.

"'I never thought you'd turn down a chance to see the Backstreet Boys. You've only been a fan since you heard their "Black and Blue" album. You once told me that their song, "Get Another Boyfriend" was written for you. Now here you have a chance, not only to see them in person, but go to a meet and greet party and you didn't jump on it.'

"'I just don't think it's a good idea to drive up to Seattle with Mark.'

"'Why not? You went to the Concours with him and between that and the dance and the drive down the valley, this concert won't be that much more time spent with him. Besides, you said you had a good time with him.'

"'Oh boy did I have a good time,' I thought, 'if only you knew.' 'But a three hour drive.'

"'Trust me,' he said, 'there'll be people who'll travel a lot longer than that to see them. We both know you have the hots for Nick Carter. Maybe you'll get lucky. With a little luck you might kiss him... or if Mark'll leave you alone with him, maybe more,' he grinned.

"'Just what are you insinuating? More? Maybe there was a time in my life, but now... well, you never know where he's been.'

"'OK, I was just kidding, but really I think you should go. You know those tickets cost over a hundred bucks a piece.'

"'I told him I'd think about it.'

"And think about it I did. Finally I reasoned, 'Three hours to the concert, three hours of music and three hours back. Actually, the distance is an advantage. I mean it'll be well after midnight when we leave the concert. Probably closer to two AM. By the time we get back it'll be getting light and I can just tell him to take me home. Jerry'll be there this time.'

"On Wednesday I called Mark and told him I'd go. But I've got to tell you I was nervous everyday 'til the concert date, worried that I'd made the wrong decision. Every time I brought it up, Jerry told me I was committed. If I was going to not go, I should have said so up front.

"Finally, the sixth came and I got dressed in some practical Capri pants, hoody and some sandals. Nothing sexy, just practical. I didn't want to give Mark any ideas. It's a long way to Seattle. Mark was to pick me up at three and we'd get some dinner on the way. He was at door five minutes early.

"I called up to Jerry, 'Mark's here, I'm leaving.'

"'I'll be right down. Don't leave yet. I have something for you.'

"'Now what?' I wondered. I'd already started out the door, so Mark and I waited in the car.

"Jerry came out carrying my overnight bag. He opened the back door and put it on the backseat. 'I've been thinking. I really don't like the idea of you guys driving back tonight. I went on Orbit and got you guy reservations at The Redmond Inn.' He handed Mark a Google map. 'It just six minutes from Marymoor Park. I'm sure there'll be Champaign or other alcohol at the meet and greet and you'll be tired. I'll feel better if you guys spend the night and come home tomorrow after you've rested.' He looked at me and continued, 'I made the reservations in your name.' He gave me his credit card. 'I've packed your make up, toothbrush, a change of clothes and something to sleep in.' He leaned in and kissed me. Then stood back and said, 'Have a great time, and don't do anything I wouldn't do,' looking more at Mark than me.

"Before I could do or say anything, Mark had the car in the street and moving. 'Oh God, what do I do now?' I thought. I couldn't even organize my thoughts. We were well past Vancouver before I could even talk. I didn't want to say things right out, so tried the indirect approach. 'So, have you ever heard of this, "Redmond Inn?"' I asked.

"'Yeah, I stayed there once on business. It's nice, not that we'll have much of a chance to notice. We'll barely have time to check in before we want to head for the concert.'

"'Did you know that Jerry was going to get us a room?'

"'Not really. I should have suspected, he expressed concern about my ability to be up all day and then go to the concert until the wee hours and drive back safely. I told I could handle it, because I wasn't old like him,' he said with a grin.

"'Jerry's not old,' I protested. 'He's only two years older than you.' I had to smile. Mark had teased Jerry about being old a couple of time because when we'd been out dancing together, Jerry wanted to sit out the dances early in the evening, leaving Mark to dance with me.

"'I know, but he acts old sometimes.'

"We had dinner at Shari's in Tukwila. That cut us pretty close. When we got to the motel, Mark waited in the car while I dashed in and checked us in. We headed right for the concert. We knew parking would be a bear and it was. We managed to find our seats with about fifteen minutes to spare. The opening act was good, but we were there to see the Backstreet Boys. When they came on, by their second song, we, along with about five hundred other fans ended up standing in front of the stage. It was close quarters and Mark, I think, was afraid of losing me in the crowd, so he stood behind me with his arms around my middle. Nothing sexual, just hanging on. It gave him access to my ear so he could make comments on the songs, or their particular performance. With the volume of the music, I could only nod.

"The meet and greet was great. We got to talk with all the guys and Mark took pictures with his iPhone. I didn't get that kiss from Nick Carter, but I did hug him like a teenager. Mark got a picture of that. He claimed he'd use it to blackmail me to Jerry. We did have a few drinks and I began to think that Jerry was wise to have us stay the night.

It was about two thirty when we went back to the motel. Mark carried my bag and I opened the door to the room. He went in and put my bag on the bed. The bed! The one and only bed. I was expecting a room with double queen beds. You know like most places but no this room had only a king. It had nice amenities including, a flat screen TV and a wet bar, like I was going to drink here with Mark.

"Mark saw my dismay. 'I take it you're not happy with the sleeping arrangements.'

"'Not really. I was hoping for a suite with a hide-a-bed and a bedroom, or at least two beds.'

"He picked up the phone and called the front desk. 'I was wonder if perchance you might have another room that we could get for the night.' He paused and listened. 'I see, well thank you anyway.' He hung up the phone and said, 'Sorry. They say they've been booked solid for tonight for over a week.'

"'Over a week?' My brain began to grind out the facts. Jerry had inferred that it was a last minute thought that we should spend the night. If they had been booked solid for over a week, then he must have made the reservations over a week ago. He'd have had plenty of time to discuss this with us. There was no need to spring it on us as a surprise at the last minute. I was beginning to smell a rat... and his name was Jerry. 'What the hell was he thinking, getting us a room with only one bed?' I thought. Still even then, I was in denial.

"'You know,' Mark said, 'it's not like it's the first time we've spent the night in the same bed.'

"'I know, I know, but ... look, it's not that you aren't great in bed or that I don't like you, it's just that... well, we never should have done that. I love my husband and I don't want anything to jeopardize my marriage. I'm sorry if you thought we'd have sex tonight, but this affair has to end sometime, before Jerry figures out everything and throws me out.'

"'I don't think there's much chance of him throwing you out. But I'm willing to stop if you really want me to. I'll regret it, I really like you and you too are great in bed. But it's always been up to you. Even that first date. The one that was the result of the bet. You had the option to say no then and still do now. Unless you indicate otherwise, we'll just sleep tonight,' he offered.

"'Well tonight, I'm taking my make up off. Not like the last two times we were together.'

"I left Mark sitting on the bed and went into the bathroom to open my case. True to his word, Jerry had packed my make up, complete with a jar of cold cream. I surveyed the rest of the contents. He packed a pair of shorts and a tank top. Not my first choice of what to wear home, but it would work. He even included clean underwear. I was shocked when I discovered what he had packed for me to sleep in. All that was left in the case was black nylon. I picked it up and it reviled itself to be a shortie nightgown, very see through. I held it up in disbelief. 'Aghh'

"'What's the matter?' Mark asked.

"I turned around and showed him. 'This,' I said. 'I never saw this before. I don't own a nightie like this.'

"'Looks like you do now,' he replied. 'Ah... Marge, I think Jerry's trying to tell you something.'

"'Like what?'

"'Like he already knows about what we've done... how much did he tell you about the bet that led to our first date?'

"That you made an impossible shot and that he had made a bet based on how impossible it was. He said that you wanted to bet more money than he could afford to lose and you let his stakes in the bet be that you got to ask me on a date.'

"'There was a little more to it than that.'

"'Well, yeah, I know that you made him promise to tell me and to give his OK for me to accept if I wanted to... oh and that the date should be... oh my God, just like in college. I'd forgotten that part. You've pieced together that I wasn't exactly chaste in college didn't you.'

"He nodded. 'Jerry knew that too didn't he?'

"I just looked at him while it all sunk in. 'Yeah, he did,' I told him. 'You made the bet, hoping that if you won, I would treat the date just like I was in college and ... go to bed with you.' He nodded again. 'I guess I didn't disappoint, did I?' He shook his head no. 'You're saying that Jerry had fore knowledge of your intent and knew that if I did accept and treat it like a college date that you'd have a good chance of bedding me.'

"'Yes, he knew all that. I never hid from him my intent to make a move on you.'

"'You say that he knows... how do you know he knows?' I asked.

"'I promised to let him know, one way or the other. I sent him a text when I dropped you off that night. I made it plain I'd been successful.'

"'That text, I think I saw it. Did it say, "3 4 3" the numbers with spaces between?'

"'Yeah, that's the one.'

"'What's that mean?'

"'I was three for three... I won all three bets.'

"Three bets? I only knew about the one.'

"'I've probably said too much already. You should really talk to Jerry about all this. Just know that there's been no secrets, he's known everything from that first night. As you can see by that,' he pointed to the nightie, 'he orchestrated some of it.'

"Now I was totally blown away. I just couldn't wrap my head around what had happened since that first date. He knew that Mark had bedded me and insisted that I go to the Concours with Mark when he would be out of town and then go to this out of town concert and arranged for us to stay the night in the same room at a motel. What is in his mind that he would put me... OK I agreed to go to both events, but why would he allow me to be in the position do it all over again... twice. 'Did he assume that we'd naturally screw each other? And if he did, why did he arrange this room?' I thought. I just couldn't make it compute.

"'Look, my offer from before stands. Unless you indicate otherwise, we'll just sleep tonight. You go ahead and do what you need to do to get ready for bed. Close the door and I'll get in bed and turn out the light. When you're ready, come get in bed and we'll just sleep if that's what you want.'

"I nodded and closed the door. I brushed my teeth and removed my make up. There on the counter was that nightie. I had two choices. I could sleep in my clothes, an option I've never liked, even when I had no choice, or I could put on the nightie. Of course there was a third, the one I'd ended up with on the two previous occasions, nude. But then, I hadn't made that choice. Both times, Mark had undressed me. I thought, 'Oh well, if he sees me in this and can't keep his promise and seduces me, what's one more time.' I put on the nightie and looked at myself in the mirror. There was just enough to it to hide my flaws and enhance the rest. I indeed was a wet dream walking.

"It took a long time, but I finally turned and opened the door. Mark was in bed with the lights out. He was on the far side of the bed with his back turned. I looked around the room. His clothes were neatly folded on the chair on his side of the bed. The most he could be wearing was his shorts. It took a minute or two for me to work up the courage, but I turned out the bathroom light and made my way to the bed by the dim light leaking around the blinds in the room.

"I lay on my back in the bed for what seemed like an eternity. The only sound was Mark's regular breathing. My mind went back to that first date and what led up to our ending up in bed, and then it went over the day and evening at the Concours ending up with us in bed. The memories were vivid, especially the part about us in bed.... There we were again, in bed.

"'Mark?' I whispered, 'are you asleep?'

"'Not yet,' he answered.

"'I've been thinking.'

"'Me too,' he answered.

"'I haven't been fair to you. I can't promise that anything will come of it, but if you want to try to get me in the mood, I won't object.' I couldn't believe I said that, but I did and there was no coercion. It just came out of my mouth.

"To make a long story short, he did get me in the mood... that night and again in the morning and then in the shower when we showered together. I think that laying there in the bed that night I allowed the slut I'd been in college to live again. I only hoped that my marriage would survive her coming to life.

"On the way home, we talked. I found out that I was partly to blame for Mark even thinking about that bet. When Jerry quit Minuteman and didn't need to keep him happy as a buyer and we still socialized and the flirting didn't go away, he began to think that maybe there was an attraction. And, to be honest, there was an attraction, at least a small one... I mean, Mark's a good looking guy. But I'd have never have acted out on it on my own. It was that 'notch on my bedpost' remark that set him to thinking that if he could just put my mindset back into college mode then maybe it could happen.

"Oh, he never expected Jerry to take him up on the bet, but he was thinking how much he'd like it. He was with Jerry, in his mind that shot was impossible, but with the stakes being that he might have a chance to make it all happen, he had to try. He was as surprised as Jerry when the ball ended up on the green eight feet pin high and an easy putt for that birdie two.

"I tried, but he insisted that the details of the bet come from Jerry. I'm sure at that time if I ever expected to sleep with Mark again or not, but I certainly wasn't going to rule it out at that point. The last hour or so on the way home was spent in silence. By the time Mark pulled into our drive way I'd decide that I was pissed at Jerry. And that I was going to confront him when I got in and we'd have this out and settle it one way or another.

"'Mark, thanks for a great weekend,' I said and folded up the console, slid over and kissed him softly. 'If I call, can you to come get me. I'm going to confront Jerry and have this out. If it doesn't go well, I may need a place to go tonight.'

"'As much as I'd like to have you in my bed tonight, don't worry,' he told me. 'Jerry's not going to throw you out.'

"'No, but I may not want to stay,' I told him. 'Wish me luck.' I got out, retrieved my case and headed into the house.

"I slipped into the house as quietly as I could, set my case on the stairs and took out the nightie. I smelled it and it smelled of sex. I suspect that my entire case smelled because it was in there. There was a damp spot where it had been under my butt when we had sex. I wouldn't say, 'made love' because in my view, to make love you have to be in love and Mark and I aren't in love, we're in lust. We didn't make love; we had sex.

"I stuffed the nightie in my purse and called out, 'I'm home.'

"'I'm in the front room,' Jerry called back. I stepped into the room and he asked, 'How was the concert?'

"'We have to talk,' I told him with an edge in my voice.

"'OK,' he said, 'what about?'

"'Your gambling habits.'

"'I don't gamble,' he claimed.

"'Not even on golf, with Mark?'

"'Oh that, well, I don't consider it gambling. It's just a dollar a hole and a dollar a stroke. We've never exchanged more than twenty, twenty-five dollars.'

"'I seem to remember a single hole where the stakes were more than that. The seventeenth, a dog leg right?'

"'Ah... yeah, there was that one, but that's the only one it's always been the other, except for that time.'

"'I heard there were three bets. If you want to stay married, I suggest you tell me about all three bets. Let's start with the first one. Oh, and you should know, I'll be verifying what you say with Mark, so don't leave anything out or shade the true. I want to know just how much my husband set me up.'

"'The first one?' he asked.

"'Yes, you remember the one where Mark won the right to ask me on a date. Details... I want details. Start with where he said, "On a bet, I'd try it."'

"He then told me the tale. 'OK, well he, ah, well he said he'd bet five hundred dollars that he could make it. I told him that even though I was sure he couldn't make it I was raised never to make a bet I couldn't cover or afford to pay if I lost, not even a sure thing. He then suggested that maybe there was something he would value at five hundred dollars I could bet instead. When I asked him what that might be he said, "A night in bed with Marge." Well, I was surprised at that, but I told him I didn't own you and I couldn't "make you" spend the night in bed with him. He then he dropped the bet to four hundred against a couple of hours in bed with you. I again told him that there was no way I could make that happen.




Are There Men Like That - Marge Ch. 03



"'He then dropped it again, to three hundred against a date with you. I began to think he didn't get the concept. "Look," I said, "I can't make Marge do anything with you... not spend the night, not jump into bed with you not even date you. No bet. But he persisted.

"'"OK," he said, "Two hundred against the right to ask Marge on a date." Well, now I could do that, I could let him ask. 'But,' I told him, 'you understand that even though I let you ask, she'll turn you down.' Well then he said that would be enough, providing that I told you about the bet and told you it was up to you if you wanted to accept. I was reasonably confident that you'd never accept, so I made the bet. I mean two hundred and the impossible shot... even if he made it and he asked you on a date and you accepted, well OK, I could live with that for a chance to win two hundred bucks. But then, as he was lining up the shot, he said, "You know it's really a long shot, you got to make it a little better."

"'How could I make it better?

"'"You tell her, just before we go out that she should pretend that she's single and still in college and to have fun on the date." Well, I'm not sure if it registered just then what that meant, but I said I would. Well, you know, he made the shot.

"'That's it? That's all there was to the bet?' I wanted to know.

"'Yeah, that's it, that was the bet and he won.'

"'What about the new outfit?'

"'That was the second bet. That bet was made the same day he asked you out. You remember we had played golf that day, well we were sitting around the nineteenth hole and he asked if I'd told you about the bet. I said I had that I'd told you the same day. I explained that I expected him to ask right a way, so I wanted to be sure to comply with the bet. To my surprise I found out he hadn't asked you yet. I reminded him that he should expect you to turn him down.

"'That's when he proposed the second bet. "I'm willing to bet she will accept. I'll offer you double or nothing. If she turns me down, I'll pay you the two hundred you'd have gotten if I hadn't made that shot. If she accepts, you buy her a new outfit. Something that makes her eye candy. I want every man who sees us to be insanely jealous that she's with me and not him. The outfit is to include everything. Dress, heels, lingerie and stockings... stockings, not pantyhose. And you're to be sure she wears it all." In my frame of mind, I'd never have to pay off and if I did, then I knew you'd appreciate the new outfit. You can imagine my shock when you told me you had accepted.'

"'OK,' I said, 'what about the salon, the new do and the make over? Where did that come in?'

"'That was my gift to you. I know you always feel special when you go to the salon for a new do.'

"OK, go on. There was a third bet.'

"Here's where he began to fidget. He was clearly uncomfortable talking to me about this bet.

"'You remember, you sent me down to let Mark in.' I nodded. 'When I did, he asked if you were ready and I told him you'd be right down, you were putting on your jewelry. He asked if I'd told you to act as if you were still in collage and I confirmed I had. Then he said, "You do realize I'm going to try to seduce her, don't you." I've got to give it to him, he was right up front. I suppose I could have warned you, but that didn't seem to be in the spirit of the bet.

"'Instead, I said, "You realize it'll never happen."

"'"I'll bet it will. In fact I'll double the wager this time. Four hundred says she'll end up in my bed, if she does then you tell her she can go out with me when ever she wants and what she does on the subsequent dates is up to her.

"'It was a sucker bet. I'd seen you dress and knew you put your panties on over the garters. But something primeval possessed me and I made the bet.

"'"Keep your phone handy. I'll send you a text that'll let you know if I owe you or not," he told me'

"'Three for Three. I found your phone the next day when I made the bed,' I told him.

"'Yeah, he went three for three. He won it all.'

"'So you knew before I got to bed that he'd fucked me?'

"'Yes,' He was really struggling with his breathing right then.

"'You confirmed it by putting your fingers in my snatch and found it wet and sticky with his cum. Yet you were horny and you had to fuck me too. You were so horny, you didn't last but just a few minutes.' He nodded.

"'OK, so now that you've bared you soul, tell what you did do to facilitate the other two dates.'

"'Not too much,' he said. 'When you saw the add for the Concours it just so happened that they were looking for someone to cover the conference for the office. That made it easy to make that happen. All I did was whip up interest in us going and pretend that I didn't know the date. Then when you were all hot to go I asked when it was and pretended that I couldn't go because I had committed to the conference. Then all I had to do was go to work and volunteer for the trip.'

"'You came back early. Did you lie about how long the conference was to last?'

"'No, it really was supposed to go late Saturday night, but when I got there I found out the late session was a social and optional. So as soon as I got settled, I switched my return ticket to the red eye. I figured that Mark would bring you home and seduce you here, and I just had to know if that was true. I sent Mark a text when the cab was nearing our freeway exit. I gambled he'd have spent the night and I was right. I saw him going the other way as we came down Murray. And when I got up on the porch, I saw you through the window, carrying the sheets into the garage, so I knew that you were cleaning up. I didn't lie when I told you I'd been thinking of you on the flight... I was, I was thinking of you getting screwed on our bed. I was so turned on I was nearly coming in my pants without even touching myself. When I came through the door, I glanced into the front room and saw your dress and bra strung across the couch, I needed you right then and there. I don't know how I managed to haul you upstairs. I guess it was the thought of having you in the same bed as he did.'

"'What? Are you some kind of pervert or something? You were turned on by the idea of Mark fucking me?' I was flabbergasted.

"'Yeah, I don't know how to explain it. But way back when you guys were flirting, I found it a turn on and then, I noticed, after I quit Minuteman, you guys kept at it and it even got more intense. The more pointed the flirtation was the more of a turn on it was. I even found myself fantasizing about it really happening sometimes.'

"'Oh crap, no wonder this happened, we'd all fantasized about it,' I thought.

"'I guess that's why when Mark proposed the bet I didn't just refuse out of hand,' he went on. 'I didn't think you'd go for it, but it was an even bigger turn on... the thought of him trying to make it happen. The ultimate flirtation. Knowing he was going to ask you out was excruciatingly arousing. The thought of buying you a sexy outfit and lingerie for the date had me shaking with excitement.

"'Still I thought it was all in fantasy until I came home that day and you told me you'd accepted his date. At first I was shocked. I'd never considered the possibility that it would ever go beyond Mark asking you out. Then I told myself, "Here's where the rubber meets the road. Time to put up or shut up." From there it was like I was in a rubber raft being sucked down stream into the white water. The only way out would have been to confess to you about the whole thing and forewarn you that he was going well beyond the flirtation thing you guys had going. Each new development made it more possible that you guys really would do things. And each time I found myself more unable to put the brakes on, even to slow things down.'

"'OK, back to the point,' I told him. 'This weekend. You had to have made reservations over a week ago. You had to have known that there would only be one bed.' I was whipping up that anger I'd had worked up on the way home. The betrayal at the unnecessary guilt I'd been carrying for all those months. 'Then there was this.' I took the nightie out of my purse and held it up. He blanched. I threw it at him. 'You get off on evidence that Mark screwed me? Smell it!' He did and started shaking. He squirmed in his seat and started breathing though his mouth. 'Stand up,' I told him. He did and his arousal was evident. I still wonder how he didn't rip his pants. As I looked at it, it was positively throbbing.

"'Well, enjoy that,' I told him. 'That's all you're getting.' I spun on my heel and stormed upstairs, picking up my case on the way.

"Once in our bedroom, I flew into a rage and pulled a drawer out of his dresser and carried it to the spare room. Opening the dresser there, I dumped into a drawer and repeated the process until I had transferred everything and then, it took four trips but, I took all his clothes out of the closet and dumped them on the bed. 'He can hang his own damned clothes,' I thought. Then I grabbed an empty tampon box and put all his shaving gear and toothbrush in it and hauled it to the guest bath.  

"Back in our bedroom, I slammed the door and propped the chair from my vanity under the door knob. Laying on the bed I cried until I cried myself to sleep. It was dinnertime when I woke. I could smell barbecuing stakes. I went to the bathroom and repaired my make up, then followed my nose back to the patio where Jerry was grilling stakes. He had baked potatoes and roasted ears of corn just coming off the grill when I got there.

"'Oh, good,' he said, 'I was just going to come get you. Sit down, dinner's ready.'

"We sat, had dinner and it was as if nothing was out of the ordinary, except Jerry was really attentive and wouldn't let me lift a finger to clean up. We watched TV and then I sprung it on him at bed time.

"'By the way,' I said, as I got up from the couch, 'consider yourself cut off. Until further notice, you're sleeping in the guest room,' and I walked calmly up the stairs.

I just had to interrupt. "Wait a minute, you actually cut him off? For how long?" I asked.

"It worked out to be nearly two months. As it turned out that was the thing that sealed our cuckoldry lifestyle. And it wasn't my doing, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

"Jerry just accepted that I had cut him off. I expected some kind of flak from cutting him off, but instead, he just became more attentive, almost to the point you'd have thought he was my slave, rather than my husband. It was a month later, the second time that Mark and Jerry played golf after that, that Jerry came home and with a question.

"'I was wondering, I know you're angry with me and I'm being punished for letting you feel guilty and lying to you when there was no need, but are you angry with Mark as well?' he asked.

"'No,' I told him. 'Why do you ask?'

"'It's just that I know you really like sex. I mean, we always went at it three or four times a week, sometimes more, before you cut me off...'

"I interrupted. 'Look buster; don't think that you can logic your way back into my bed. The handle of my hair brush is taking the edge off enough so that I don't weaken. It's not as good as having a man, but it'll do.'

"'No, it's not that. I wasn't thinking of myself. It's just that well, we both know you've always been the driving force for our sex life and I really don't like to see you going without and Mark tells me that you haven't been to see him since the concert. I was thinking, he's at his place right now, if you wanted, I could call him and I'm sure he wouldn't mind taking care of you.'

"I was floored. He was offering to set me up with Mark. Straight up, no subterfuge, 'Or is there?' I thought. 'You haven't been talking to Mark about me coming over there, have you?'

"'No, I've learned my lesson. Look, I'm just saying that if you want to get together with Mark... well there's no sense both of us being sexually frustrated. I mean, you didn't do anything wrong. You were the victim...' His voice trailed off.

"I stood and tried to wrap my head around the idea of him calling Mark and arranging for him to screw me... More than that I was trying to figure out if I could just go over there with the intent to have him screw me. An hour later, I poked my head into the den and said, 'Jerry, if you want, you can call Mark. I'll be upstairs. Let me know if he's available and interested.' Then I thought, 'OK buster, the ball's in your court. Let's see if you really mean it's OK for me to fuck Mark,' as I walked upstairs.

"Once there, I changed clothes. I took off my bra, then put on a sundress and a skimpy pair of panties. 'No sense having too much in the way, if this is for real,' I thought and lay down on the bed, switching on the bedroom TV.

"About twenty minutes later, Jerry appeared at the door and knocked on the doorframe. 'He says you can come over anytime. He's sending out for Chinese, so you'll have something for dinner.' He smiled weakly and then left.

"'OK, how was it Jerry put it?' I thought. 'This is where the rubber meets the road. Time to put up or shut up.'

"It took about a half an hour for me put up. Even then I was still uncertain of my decision as walked down the stairs. Jerry looked at me nervously as I came over and gave him a peck on the lips as if I was off to the mall. 'Don't wait up,' I told him. 'I might not be back tonight.'

"He nodded and followed me to the door. I expected, at any moment, for him to beg me not to go. Instead, when I opened the door and turned to look at him, he swallowed hard and said, 'Have fun, see you tomorrow.'

"With that, I got in my car and for the first time deliberately went and fucked Mark. I didn't come home until after Mark went to work on Monday.

 "I was unsure of just how Jerry would react to the blatant move. I mean there was no shading of the truth. I left the house with the intent to get laid and get laid I did. Once as soon as I got there, again when we went back to bed that night and again in the morning before he left for work. It wasn't that he'd try to seduce me and I might give in. That was the whole point of my going... to get laid.

"With misgivings about the night before... not guilt mind you, but I was unsure as to how well the reality would set with Jerry in the cold light of the day after, I set about being a good housewife. I cleaned house, did the wash and cooked his favorite dinner. I was putting dinner on the table when he came in.

"'Hi Hon,' he said and walked over and gave me a quick kiss and smiled.

"I felt awkward as we ate. I didn't know what to talk about. Jerry on the other hand prattled on about the mundane things at work and his next golf game with Mark and which course they were going to. It happened to be the one with the infamous dog leg right on the seventeenth. When he started talking about the difficult holes on the course, he a paused.

"'No need to tell you about the seventeenth. I've already described that one in detail. ... Speaking of that, did you enjoy yourself at Mark's last night?' he asked.

"'Ah, yeah,' I replied.

"He grinned at me. 'You never did tell me, is he as good as he brags he is?' he wanted to know.

"'I... I... I've never heard him brag, so I don't know.' I was decidedly uncomfortable. Here I was discussing the sexual prowess of my illicit lover with my husband. How weird is that?

"'He claims to always get his partners off and that he can manage more than once a night,' I was informed.

"I was flabbergasted. I began to wonder just how much Mark may have told him about us. I mean, I know that Mark informed him that he'd done me. I assume that he was well aware of every time I'd screwed Mark, but I wondered if they talked about it. 'Am I the subject of locker room banter between them?' I asked myself.

"'Has he... has he "bragged" about me?' I wanted to know. God that was a weird conversation.

"'No, only to confirm that you guys got it on. Frankly, I kind of wish one of you would say something about it. I mean your rant about the night in Seattle was the most details I've had,' he told me.

"'God, you really are a pervert, aren't you?'

"'Guilty as charged. I'm not as perverted as some of the other cuckolds I've heard about, but yeah. I guess liking being a cuckold is kind of perverted.'

"'Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't think I can sit here and describe my sexual encounters with Mark for you.'

"'It's OK. So, I take it you were taken care of... do you think you might want to go again sometime?'

"I shrugged, 'I... I guess, maybe.'

"'You know you don't have to wait for me to suggest it, you can call him and set up a time. You don't even have to tell me that's what you're doing. You have free rein with Mark. As often and anywhere you want.' His voice got soft as he continued. 'You could even have him here overnight, if you wanted. I mean, I'm sleeping in the guest room so...'

"I looked at him stunned. 'Have Mark here?' I thought. 'That's way too depraved! It's bad enough my husband knows I've screwed him, or that I'm in his bed, but to be right there?' Well, as you know I rethought that. But that came much later.

"To spite myself, I was horny two days later and thinking about the orgasms Mark had given me at his place. I called him at work and he was glad to hear from me. He told me to stop by his office and he's leave an envelope for me with the receptionist with his spare key in it and I could just let myself in. 'Depraved, just fucking depraved,' I thought as I grabbed that nightie Jerry sent with me to Seattle and went to pick up Mark's key.

"Yes, I had it on, waiting for him when he came home and we got a quickie and I got dressed and went home. I'd left a roast in the oven on delayed start and it was nearly done. I beat Jerry home by about five minutes and had the potatoes cooking when he came in. I could have not said anything, but after dinner, I had to see how this arrangement really worked. I was still convinced that at some point Jerry would crack and throw a tantrum about me being a slut or whatever.

"As we were drinking coffee and watching television, I casually said, 'Mark said to say hi.' It was a lie. Mark hadn't said anything but, that I could call anytime I needed to come back.'

"'When did you talk to him?' he asked as he eyed me with a strange look.

"'I called him this morning.'

"'Oh, ... so you... ah... gonna go see him?'

"'Already have.'

"He looked at me with a stunned look. 'When?' he wanted to know.

"'This afternoon.' I was trying really hard to make it a causal conversation, talking about Mark in the same tone as if I was talking about seeing you. I don't think I was entirely successful.

"'Here?' His voice was shaky.

"'His place,' I continued as I called up the menu on our dish to see what was playing.

"Jerry fumbled with his words for a minute, then said, 'Oh, I didn't know he had today off.'

"'He didn't. I met him there after work.'

"'How'd you get dinner? I mean, so soon?'

"'I didn't stay long. I was ready when he got there and we took care of business and I came home.'

"Jerry blinked at me a couple of times, then smiled and took a ragged breath and asked, 'So, did you have a good time?'

"I shrugged and said, 'Yeah,' as if it wasn't important, but I thought, 'Oh God, did I ever have a good time.'

"Well, a lot's happened since then, but after that, I was confident that Jerry was a wittol, as I told you earlier. He's a willing, complacent cuckold," she finished.

I've got to tell you, I sat there with my head swimming. You think you know someone and then something like this explodes in your face and you find out you only knew the surface person... that there's a lot under the surface that you don't even suspect.




Are There Men Like That - Marge Ch. 03



"So," she said, "can you understand how we got into all this? And more importantly, can you tolerate my aberrant behavior and remain friends with me? It would crush Jerry if he and Ron parted ways after all these years."

"Well," I began, "I'm not sure that I totally understand, but I can see how you, at least, got sucked in. Jerry's the one that I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around. It's totally foreign to me that a man could willingly allow his wife a lover, let alone encourage her to take one, and that's what Jerry has done, if what you're saying is accurate."

"I can understand your confusion on the matter. I was pretty much just as confused in the beginning when it all dawned on me that Jerry was in on the whole deal. When I cut him off, the idea was to separate myself emotionally and take a cold hard look at what had taken place and Jerry's involvement in it. I still don't understand his motivation enough to explain it. I can only say that he's somehow turned on by my relationship with Mark."

"Yeah, well, that's the weird part. But I guess if Jerry's onboard with your extracurricular activity I should just mind my own business," I told her.

"What about Ron? Are you going to tell him?"

"Well, I've already told him about the phone call, so I don't know if I can avoid it. I've never lied to him and I doubt if I even could."

"Do you think it will spoil he friendship with Jerry?"

I shrugged. "I really don't know. I hope not."

"Me too," she agreed.

"My God. Look at the time. I've got to get home and get dinner started. With all the coffee I've had, I need you use your bathroom and run."

I went in to the one-third bath they have off the kitchen and drained the quarts of coffee I'd consumed and had just washed my hands when I heard the front door open and voices. I reached for the bathroom door as heard a male voice I didn't recognize say, "There she is. Come here." I opened the door just in time to see Mark sweep Marge into his arms and give her a passionate kiss, his hand going to her boob. Jerry was standing in the other doorway clutching himself in a most personal place.

When Mark let her up, Marge said, "Ah, we've got company," looking my direction.

Mark and Jerry quickly looked my direction. Jerry's mouth flew open and he staggered to a kitchen chair and collapsed into to it.

"Mark began stammering, "It... it's not... not what it look's like."

"No Mark," Marge cut in, "it's exactly what it looks like. I had to tell her the whole sordid tale. She overheard your call yesterday afternoon and I had to come clean."

"Oh... my... God..." breathed Jerry.

"I think I'd better be going," I said, heading for the door. "I'll talk to you later Marge."

So ends the tale of how I found out about Marge and Jerry and Mark...

The End? I don't think so.