55 comments/ 100737 views/ 9 favorites Are We Even Now? Pt. 01 By: BlBones I would never have believed myself capable of doing what I did this past weekend. My name is Sandy and my husband is Tad. We are both in our mid-thirties, have been married twelve years, and have no children. However, recently we began discussing my going off the pill and having a family. We both have good jobs and enjoy night clubbing, camping, and golfing together. One of our favorite night clubs is a combination strip club, pool room, and sports bar. It's simply called, 'The Club.' We like it because they have a relatively small intimate crowd and they have amateur night on Saturdays. The stripping is "no hold barred." It is not uncommon to witness a red hot sex act on stage, mostly with the professional strippers. The regular strippers also hold office hours in rooms behind the stage. Though we are well known in the club, we have never partaken of any of their "backroom services." One of the things we like most about The Club is that we are fired up when we come home and we have some wild sex of our own. Last Wednesday Tad called me at work to tell me that a long-time friend of ours, Burt, would be in town over the weekend. Burt was a college buddy of Tad's and was the best man at our wedding. He has never married, and I don't know why. He's fun, good looking, courteous, and I'm positive he's straight. I have always liked Burt, I enjoy being around him, and I consider him one of my best friends too. Friday evening Burt arrived and he insisted on taking us out to dinner. Instead, we took him to our country club where we had a wonderful night catching up on news, dancing, and drinking. I might add that none of us are heavy drinkers. I can only count two times where we got to the point that we had to get a cab home. During the evening we planned the weekend, and at my suggestion settled on The Club for tomorrow night. We had never taken Burt there. Saturday evening, at his insistence, Burt took us out to dinner. Afterwards we went home to dress for the evening at The Club. I always wear a sexy, revealing outfit when we go to this club, and tonight was no exception. Thigh high stockings, 4" black pumps, a skimpy bra, and almost transparent panties, topped with a very short, thin, cocktail dress. The dress buttons down the front and I can adjust the cleavage with the number of buttons I use. Tonight I buttoned up to two buttons above my waist leaving a long cleavage line. If it weren't for the bra, as thin as it was, I would have been topless. When I came into the living room, Burt's jaw dropped and he let out a long-slow whistle. He looked at Tad and in a sort of a laugh, told him that he never knew that he (Tad) had a package that looked like that and that Tad had better stay between the two of us since he would not hold himself responsible for his behavior. Tad responded that he knew how to handle wayward strangers who tried to hit on his wife. We all laughed. I was flattered and very happy and told him he could look all he wanted. Then I smiled to myself thinking, "You guys have no idea what's in store for you tonight." After Tad had informed me of Burt's pending arrival, I called had Paul, the club manager, and asked him to reserve three places at the stage bar for us, that we had an out-of-town visitor. I also surprised him by asking him to put me in the competition sometime after midnight. Paul was surprised at my request since he had tried many times to talk me into competing on amateur night. I had always refused. He was delighted with my request and said he would give me a good spot. Before we concluded out conversation, I told him that neither Tad nor our guest was to know about it until I was announced on stage. Paul was a little reluctant with this request. My request informed him that Tad didn't know and Paul didn't want to get in trouble with Tad. I simply told him that if Tad found out about it before I was announced; I would back out and not compete. That iced it and he said everything would be taken care of. We got to the club about eleven-thirty and things were just getting into full swing. We were given three stools almost dead-center stage, and Tad did in fact sit in the middle so that Burt and I had to talk around him if we wanted to talk to each other. A cute little amateur blonde was dancing and was wrapping herself around the pole wearing only her panties and heels. She was being urged to shed her panties, but she never did. The next dance was one of the regulars with the usual bumps and grinds while stripping all the way and letting a few lucky customers get a quick feel. Burt was one of the lucky ones. Later, a beautiful amateur red head came on. She had all the right stuff in all the right places and she did an excellent strip and ended it with fucking herself to orgasm with a dildo. Burt called me, around Tad, and said, "I like your club." I smiled at him and told him I was so happy to hear that but that things would get a lot better. A few dances later, another one of the regulars came on and I'm sure Paul had said something to her because she was definitely playing to Burt throughout her routine. Burt got to kiss each nipple and put his hand on her mound. Before she finished, Paul came up behind me and whispered, "There's one more dance and then you are on. You need to go backstage now." I almost panicked. I thought I had prepared myself for this, but as I thought about what I was planning to do, I seriously considered backing out. I got hold of myself and knew that I wanted to go on. I reached over and touched Tad on his tent and told him I was going to the ladies room. I also asked for the car keys since I had left my purse in the car. He offered to get it and I thanked him and told him to sit and enjoy. With the flashing lights, I could see that Burt was raising a good sized tent too. I picked up my purse from the floor, unnoticed by Tad and walked toward the restrooms. Then I turned and walked over to Danny, one of the bouncers, and told him that Tad was not to be allowed to touch me until my dance was over. Danny beamed and asked if I was going to dance tonight. I told him I was and gave him a 20-dollar bill. Still beaming, he told me that I didn't need to pay him that he would guarantee that he (Tad) wouldn't get close enough to even breathe on me. I then passed him and went through the stage door. Backstage I freshened up my makeup and took off my thigh high stockings since I didn't want them coming loose and falling during my dance. My mind was racing as I mentally rehearsed what I was about to do. I still couldn't believe I was doing this, and what was coming would be so completely contrary my normal nature. I took my place behind the curtain opening on to the stage. The longer I stood waiting for the announcement the more nervous I became and I was about ready to turn and walk out when Paul's voice boomed out, "And now ladies and gentlemen, a very special surprise. Someone you know but have never seen before is going to perform for you. Let's put our hands together in a big welcome for our very special friend S-A-A-N-N-N-D-E-E." Well, too late now. I took a deep breath and stepped through the curtain onto the stage. I would have given a million dollars for a camera to catch the expression on Tad's face. I never knew his eyes or mouth could open so wide. I just gave him a wicked smile and started my dance. I held my skirt with one hand and the pole with the other and did some twirls and dips. I raised my skirt to my waist and gave everyone a good look at my thinly covered pussy and butt. Next I got on my hands and knees, facing the audience, providing all with a good down-blouse look at my barely covered tits. Rising to my knees in front of Burt and Tad, I rocked back on my heels so that my pussy was almost in their faces. By now, my inhibitions were beginning to leave and I was getting into the rhythm and mood of a stripper. Tad started to say something but I quickly got up and moved down to one end of the stage. There I stood, reached down and undid the top three buttons. Then I stopped, moved to the rail, and asked a cute young blond hunk to do the rest of the buttons. He really fumbled getting the buttons undone but he also was able to sneak in a few good feels of my pussy. I don't know, but looking at Tad I believe he was starting to relax and enjoy himself. I noted that Danny had moved to a position where he could get Tad by just reaching out. I shrugged out of the dress and then holding it to my bosom, I strutted to the other end of the stage where I lifted my arms and let the dress fall to the floor. I reached down, picked up the dress, and threw it to Tad. Moving up and down the stage I let everyone have a look at my breast that were about ready to fall out of my bra and to get a glimpse of my pussy since I pushed the panties down low. I was glad that I had the presence to remove my thigh highs since they would probably have been hanging around my ankles by now. Watching Tad's expression was priceless. I had now progressed to a point that I know he was dying to stop me but he didn't know how. He knew the club rules and they don't allow anyone to touch a dancer unless the dancer specifically initiates the contact. I made two more trips across the stage manipulating my bra and panties to flash my tits and pussy before I went down the steps to the main floor. I walked behind the patron's stools and came up behind Tad and Burt's position. Tad turned to me and, in a not very quiet voice, he held out my dress and said, "What in the hell are you doing? Put your dress on and sit down." I gave him another wicked smile, took Burt's hand and said, to Tad, "Not yet, I'm dancing," and to Burt, "Burt, I need your assistance on stage." With that I gave his hand a tug. Poor Burt didn't know what to do. He looked questioningly at Tad and as I pulled harder he got up and, holding my hand, followed me around the seated patrons and up the steps onto the stage. On stage I pulled a wooden chair from the back and placed it near the poll and then pushed Burt into it. I backed up to him, straddled his legs and sat down in his lap and started a lap dance. Burt whispered into my ear that we shouldn't be doing this and that Tad was his best friend. I leaned back and told him that I always thought good friends shared and to relax and enjoy the moment. Then I got up, turned around, bent over, and unbuttoned his shirt under which there was no undershirt, and pulled it off, tossing it behind the chair. I moved forward and rubbed my partially bra covered tits into his bare chest. He started to say something else and I stood up and while holding the pole and moving around it, I removed my bra. Then I sat back down with my back to him and started to grind again. He started to speak once more and I told him to just be quiet that I was feeling naughty tonight and I wanted him to be naughty too. With that, while grinding on his cock that was now rock hard, I reached down, took both of his hands, and brought them up and placed them on my tits. He started to pull away and I held him firmly, leaned back, and whispered, "Don't fight. Let's be naughty. You might never have a chance like this again." Then I ran the tip of my tongue around his ear. I felt Burt's cock jump and then he started to relax and I let go of his hands. He began to slowly massage my nipples between his fingers. After a few moments I slid off of his lap and lay on my back while spreading my legs and giving an almost unobstructed view of my pussy to the patrons. My head was almost under Burt's legs and Tad was sitting directly in front of me. Getting up I made a couple passes up and down the stage manipulating and bouncing my tits for all to see. I swung around the pole a couple of times, and then dropped to my knees in front of Burt. His belt came off easily and I could tell he was getting in to the swing of things too. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants until I could reach in a pull his cock free while continuing to swing my butt at the crowd. I immediately began to kiss and then suck on him and he started to synchronize with me and I now knew he was mine for the rest of my dance. I was really getting into it and my wetness was really building. Any thoughts of propriety had completely disappeared. I took his cock out of my mouth and asked him to stand up. When he did I helped him remove his pants and shorts. My shyness was gone. There would be no turning back now, and I was crossing the line. With him still standing, I moved to the side of Burt slightly so that I was sure that Tad could see and I took Burt back into my mouth. Then I stood up, pushed him back into the chair, and while shaking my ass at the audience I moved forward and straddled him again. This time I was facing him and I pushed my tit into his face, he didn't need instructions as he alternated his mouth from one tit to another. While he was sucking on my tits, I was doing a slow grind on his now exposed cock and it was feeling good against my scantily clad pussy. I had entered an entirely new and sensual world. I knew that I was going to have to have a cock in me soon and I knew it was going to be Burt's. Just then Burt whispered that he was about ready to explode. I asked if he was having a good time and he affirmed that he was but that his friendship with Tad was probably dead. I told him not to worry and stood up, as I was not ready for him to be finished. I circled to pole a few more times and started pushing my panties down. Two more times around and my panties fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them. I then strutted back and forth across the stage, stopping every few feet, leaning back, and shaking my pussy in the face of the viewers. A couple of times I stopped on either side of where Tad was sitting, took the hand of one of the patrons, and guided it to my pussy where he slipped his finger into me a few times. At the same time I was looking Tad in the face with the most sensuous smile I could muster. It was obvious that Tad would have done anything to stop the show right now, but there were a pair of very big and very strong hands holding him down on his stool. I was hotter than I have ever been in my life. I had brought myself to such a level that I was trying to think of every way I could prolong this erotic thrill. Going back to Burt I bent over and took his cock in my hand and was ready to put it in my mouth when he said in a low voice, "We keep this up and we are going to have sex right here on the stage." I smiled at him and said, "I know, do you mind?" He didn't get a chance to answer because I climbed up on the rungs of the chair so that my pussy was right in his face. I put my hand on the back of his head and brought his face to my pussy. In a moment I felt his tongue and I face fucked him for a minute. Then I made a couple of more trips across the stage and made sure everyone except Tad had a feel. As I passed him on the last trip I asked if he was enjoying the show. He answered, "Hell no. What the hell are you doing? Come on now, you've had enough fun." I answered him, "I'm not through yet, we will go right after the grand finale." I picked up my panties from the floor, went to Burt and with one hand I wiped my panties around his face and mouth, and with the other hand I led his hand to my pussy. His finger was in my pussy almost immediately and I had a small orgasm right then. About then Tad yelled for me to get off the stage or he was coming after me. Danny pulled him close to his face and said something to him and Tad shut up. That was just what I wanted, to have Tad unable to do anything to put a stop to my activity. With that I pulled away from Burt and made two trips across the stage fingering myself as I went. I was being an absolute slut and enjoying it. Going back to Burt, I backed up to him, straddled his legs, and as I settled into his lap I guided his big hard cock into my steaming pussy. I leaned back and whispered in his ear to give me a warning before he erupted. He asked if we should use a condom. I told him absolutely not. After a minute of humping he said he was getting close. With that I got up, turned around, and lowered myself onto his cock again while pressing my tits into his face. It was less than a minute before he told me he couldn't last any longer. I yelled, "Fill me up honey," and I rode his cock for all I was worth. I felt him tense and he shot several loads into me. We stopped, initiated a long passionate kiss, and then I got up. The crowd was howling. I turned to face the crowd and took a squatting position and allowed a glob of Burt's cum to drop out. I turned back to Burt and got on all fours. This put my ass almost in Tad's face and I took Burt's cock into my mouth. I cleaned his cock while shaking my butt and allowing more cum to ooze out. While I was sucking him, I felt something hit my butt. I glanced back and saw that it was my dress. When I finished, I stood up and faced the crowd that was still whooping it up. I immediately saw that Tad was not there and with the dimmed house lights, I could not see if he was in the club. Burt put himself back together and I put my bra and panties on to the thunderous roar of the spectators. I put my dress on, blew the crowd a kiss and went down the steps. Burt followed me and then asked where Tad had gone. I told him I didn't know. He went to check the men's room and while he was gone Paul came over with a one hundred dollar bill and thanked me for the best amateur show of the night, in fact the best show ever. I thanked him and told him I had enjoyed it. He told me that I had put on one of the hottest shows he had seen and wanted to know if I would appear again. I told him it was not likely. He told me Tad had stormed out and gotten a cab. When Burt came back I told him what had happened and told him that I had the car keys. I went back stage and retrieved my purse and stockings. I gave the keys to Burt and we started home. On the drive home, Burt repeatedly said how sorry he was about what happened and that it sure had cost him a friend. I told him that it was not his fault and that when we got home I would be able put a new spin on things and that after we got home, if Tad wouldn't forgive him, then he wasn't worth having as a friend. He kept trying to pry information from me as to how the friendship could be repaired. I simply told him to wait. I had a surprise for everyone at the house. On the rest of the drive home I told Burt how much I had enjoyed him and that there were a lot of good women missing a great partner. I was still on a high and I was ready for another round. I saw a stirring in his pants. I unzipped his pants, retrieved his cock and took it in my mouth. We had to stop a couple of blocks from home for me to finish him and to avoid having Burt drive us into a tree or something. When I finished I told him that even if he lost Tad as a friend, he definitely had one who was enjoying a new level of friendship. When we reached the house I gave a sigh of relief. There were lights on so Tad must be home. When we went in I could hear Tad stomping around in the bedroom. I called him and was cut down with a barrage of very unloving and unkind words. I finally told him to shut his damned mouth and come to the living room. I heard him throw something but nevertheless, he appeared at the door of the living room. Before I could say anything, he cut loose with, "Just what in the hell was that all about? Were you just trying to prove that you could fuck my former best friend?" I told him to simmer down and we would discuss things like adults. He exploded at Burt to get his bag and get the hell out of the house. He wasn't going to provide a room for a bastard that repaid his hospitality by fucking his wife. Are We Even Now? Pt. 01 Tad shouted again for him to get the hell out. I told him to shut up and that we needed to talk. Tad barked that we could talk but he didn't need that bastard in the house. I got angry and told him to shut up and sit down; that Burt had a stake in this and he needed to hear. Then I made the mistake of telling him that if Burt had to leave, that I would leave too. I shouldn't have said that because Tad came back with a bunch of questions and accusations about how long we had been fucking each other. Well the gloves were off now so I decided that now was the time to go for the K.O. Over his ranting I yelled, "Tad, tell me about Charlotte Ewing and Nancy Wyatt." He suddenly stopped barking and asked what I had just said. I repeated myself. He played dumb and asked what the hell I was talking about. I walked to the closet, got my briefcase, opened it, and withdrew a large envelope. I handed the envelope to Tad. He didn't want to take it, so I dropped it in front of him and told him to open it and then tell me about it. I watched as he began to realize what the envelope was about. He opened it and withdrew several glossy photos and glanced at them. His mood totally changed and he sat down. He asked where I had gotten them. I told him Mr. Ewing had engaged a private investigator and had provided a set to me and to Mr. Wyatt. I received my copies a couple of hours before I found out that Burt was coming. I told him that Mr. Ewing had told me that these liaisons had been going on for at least two months and that he was filing for a divorce. Then I fired at him, "There is one divorce on the table, probably a second, do you want to go for a third?" Tad was silent for a few moments and then he said, almost in a whisper, "I'm sorry. I didn't think anyone would ever find out." Without raising my voice I told him how hurt I had been when I received the information and photos. I went on saying, "My first thought was divorce. But damn it I love you and I don't want to live without you. When you told me Burt was coming I decided I would use him to get revenge. I really wanted to just get even but I didn't know how many times you had been unfaithful." Now the tears started as I went on, "But now you tell me you thought no one would ever know. Maybe I should get a divorce since you think I'm so stupid. I'm not sure I want to be married to someone who is so smug as to think he could pull this shit off and not get caught." With that, Tad blurted out that at least he didn't do it in public. I countered that, what he said was true, but that I didn't sneak around behind his back thinking he was so stupid that he would never catch me. Things were silent for a minute as we both cooled down. Then we talked for a while. Finally I told him that he owed Burt a big apology. He had been used by me and was put in a place where he couldn't get away. Tad finally went over and shook hands and gave Burt a hug. Tad then suggested that it was late and that we should get to bed. I said, "I'm not finished. I have a couple of more things." First I told him that if he ever strayed again that my activities tonight would look like the first dance recital of three year old wannabe ballerinas; that each time we had sex thereafter, he would always have to wonder who I had just fucked before we got to bed. Then I said, "Tad, this next item is going to go down hard, but you've got it coming. I still have some getting even to do. So, if he'll have me, I'm going to bed with Burt tonight and after he leaves tomorrow, I'll be yours again." Tad stood with his mouth open and then kind of whined, "Sandy, that's not fair. You're flaunting it in my face. That's not fair." I said, 'Tad, explain to me how fair you were with ME when you engaged in YOUR extramarital activities." With that I took Burt by the hand and asked if he would share my bed. He hesitated a moment, looked at Tad and then shrugged and said, "Sure, why not?" Tad looked at Burt, started to say something, thought better of it, and just shrugged his shoulders. He did finally blurt out, "Can't you use the guest room instead of ours?" I answered that the guest bed was only a double bed and the king size bed is much more comfortable for two people. As I was carrying the dishes to the kitchen I called to Tad, "If you need anything out of our room or bathroom, go get it now. Goodnight sweetie. We can start a new life tomorrow after Burt leaves, if you're still interested." Tad mumbled something as he went into our room to get his toiletries. I couldn't make out what he mumbled but from his demeanor I knew it was not nice. As he came back out I told him not to disturb us in the morning, that it had been a long day. I took Burt's hand and led him into our bedroom. As I headed to the bedroom, Tad, in a rather subdued voice asked, "After tonight will we be even as you indicated? I didn't even answer. Once in the bedroom, Burt wanted to know if maybe I wasn't carrying this a little too far. He made a move for the door and told me he would go get Tad. I stepped between him and the door; pushed back on his shoulders, and sweetly told him that if he didn't want to sleep with me that I would understand. But no matter what, I was not sleeping with Tad tonight. He could go sleep with Tad if he wanted to, that was up to him. I could tell that Burt was totally beside himself and didn't know which route he should take. I stepped up to him, put my arms around his neck, pulled his head to mine and planted a hot kiss on him. When we broke the kiss (he was responding to it), I whispered in his ear that I had really enjoyed our time on stage and I was more than willing to try it out in bed. Burt was concerned and, sitting on the edge of the bed, asked how I was going to work things out with Tad. Then he stated that I had really hit Tad hard, embarrassed him, and wounded his pride. I said, "Burt, stop and think about what you just said. What was it that brought this whole thing on in the first place? How do you think I feel? And as far as working things out is concerned, that is going to be up to Tad. I love him and I'm willing to work things out if he is." He thought about it for a moment and broke into a big grin. He got up, came to me, took me in his arms and said, "Sandy, I would love to go to bed with you. I don't object to some more fun before I leave." Then he told me he needed to go to the guest room to get his pajamas. I gave him a passionate kiss and told him that we didn't need pajamas and that he could get his shaving kit n the morning. Then I said, as I stripped, "Get your clothes off and come treat me as your girlfriend." On stage I had been too busy and preoccupied to take Burt's physique into account. Now as he undressed I saw what a really perfect human specimen he was; toned muscles, narrow waist, broad shoulders, and muscular arms. Not to mention a cock about the same girth as Tad's but fully an inch or two longer. I couldn't help but feel that I was in for a very pleasant night. He acted a little shy but considering what we had done, the shyness was disappearing fast. We lay down together and he took me in his arms, kissed me, and started to massage my breast. I don't know why, but being in bed with Burt seemed perfectly natural and I was not having any pangs of guilt. I snuggled in to him and wrapped my fingers around his cock, and as I noted earlier, he seemed to be about as big around as Tad. I began to slowly stroke him while our tongues met and circled each other. This was feeling very good and about this time his hand slid down my stomach and in moments there were two of his fingers in me. Just then there was a bang on the door and Tad said he needed to get some toothpaste. I told him we were busy and he could get some toothpaste from Burt's shaving kit. He started to say something else and I screamed at him to go to bed. I lay there a moment and listened to him retreat down the hall spouting some profanities. With it quiet now I slipped under the sheet and started to take the beautiful cock into my mouth. Burt said, "Just a minute," and grabbing my legs he positioned them on either side of his head. Before I could get him in my mouth, his tongue entered me and I about lost it. I let out a moan that probably Tad could hear. I sucked vigorously on his cock and confirmed that it was longer. I could not get it all into my mouth and throat as easily as I could with Tad. It took two more deep throat attempts before I got it all in and felt a brand new sensation. We continued the sixty-nine position for quite a while before Burt said, "I'm about ready to cum." I was about to orgasm too and I said, "Let's not rush. Let's relax a minute." We eased off and lay there caressing each other while we regained control. I loved the way his hands roamed my body, making goose pimples pop up. He pulled my hand off of his cock and asked me to just massage his balls so that he could cool down a little. After several minutes I felt his fingers entering my pussy again and I took this as a signal to move on. Grabbing his cock I guided it into me as I rolled on top of him. I pushed myself upright and his hands immediately cupped my breast. Now I felt his full length in me and reveled at how good it felt to have the extra penetration. The rest period had worked because I was able to bounce up and down for several minutes before I felt him start to tense up. His impending release of sperm sent me to the end and I started a very hard climax just as I felt his sperm start to fill me. If Tad had gone to sleep, I probably awoke him with the loud moan I released at this perfect climax. I slumped down, limp on Burt and he kept breathing very hard. I kissed him and let him know that that was one of the best fucks I had ever had. He responded, "Me too!" We lay in each others arms and talked a while. He wanted to know if I was going to leave Tad and how much damage had been done. I let him know that I wasn't planning to leave but that it was really up to Tad. If Tad cleaned up his act and remained faithful we would probably be ok. If he didn't then I wasn't sure what would happen or when. Then I let my curiosity get the better of me. I asked, "Burt, why are you still single? You are a good looking man and a very capable lover, what's holding you up?" He gave me a quick kiss and said, "I have just never found anyone like you. I just can't seem to find the companion that I would like to spend much of my life with, let alone the rest of my life. But don't worry, I'm still looking." After a little more talk we snuggled up tight and I could feel his cock responding to the call again. Reaching down I guided him into me again. He pushed all the way in and I wrapped my legs around his back. With his cock inserted all the way, we gently eased his cock out just a little and then all the way back in. The feel of his cock where I had never felt one before made me quiver as my whole body reacted to the sensation. I whispered, "Fuck me slow and deep. You are driving me wild." He didn't respond verbally, but his actions told me he heard. Shortly I began to muscles fuck him. I could feel the head of his cock as it met the resistance of the contracting muscles. Again, we both exploded almost simultaneously. Unlike our extremely erotic time at the club, we had tender, completely satisfying sex in bed. After having sex the second time, Burt dropped right off to sleep. I was still somewhat wired from the activities. As I lay there before going to sleep I couldn't help but realize that some of this had been something like a fairy tale. I remembered that I had fantasized several times in the past about having Burt. My fantasy had been fulfilled and I had enjoyed it to the full. The final troubling thought that came to me before going to sleep was: Will our marriage and our friendship survive this night? I dozed off into a troubled sleep trying to affirm, in my own mind, that all of this would pass. Dear Reader: There are four alternative conclusions to this story. There is no sequence to them, I just listed them in the order I wrote them: (Are We Even Now? - What difference does it make?) , (Are We Even Now? - What do you think?), (Are We Even Now? - No, I'm just getting started), and (Are We Even Now? - Oh, Yes, and then some) To set the stage, I will tell you here that; in all four endings, at some point, Tad asks, "Are we even now?" Are We Even Now? Pt. 02 This is one of four endings posed for "ARE WE EVEN NOW?" In case you haven't read the original recently, here's a quick synopsis, Burt, Tad and Sandy's friend, has come to town. They take him to The Club where, without warning, Sandy goes on stage, starts a strip dance, and then pulls friend Burt on stage, completes her strip, and fucks him in front of Tad and the customers. Needless to say, Tad is pissed off royally. At home he lights into his friend and his wife. She produces pictures of him fucking two other women and lets him know she is going to get even. The evening ends when Sandy informs Tad that she is going to sleep with Burt tonight and he can have the guest room. She will be his, Tad's, again after Burt leaves, if he wants her Sandy has gone to bed with Burt and they fuck twice before going to sleep. We now continue: * * * * * * It was after ten o'clock when I put on my robe. Burt pulled on a pair of trousers and we went into the kitchen. Tad growled, "Are you two through fucking?" His attitude really hurt and I went to him and sat in his lap. I tried to make things right and he finally yielded and we kissed. We both said we were sorry and relaxed with Burt before he had to leave. Burt tried to apologize again and I shut him off telling him had nothing to be sorry about and that it was not his fault. Things seemed to get back to normal after about a week and we had generally returned to our normal activities although we both continued to have a little trouble with the past A couple of months later we attended a party thrown by his boss. The party was at the country club and was a wonderful affair. Late in the evening I went to the ladies room and while in the stall, I heard a couple of women in deep, serious conversation about their love affairs. I finished my chore but for some reason I stayed in the stall and listened to their descriptions of their hot lovers. I was getting quite a charge out of the conversation until one of them said, "What did you think of Tad?" There is no other Tad in the office. In fact, Tad is a very unusual name. I didn't have to guess who they were talking about. I wanted to jump out of the stall and pull their hair out. But I knew that I needed to check this out first. I couldn't see the ladies but I could see their shoes below the stall door. One pair was an ordinary pair of pumps. But the second pair was gold with rhinestones and stiletto heels. Through the crack in the door I could see the rhinestones belonged to someone wearing a pale yellow cocktail dress and the other was wearing a crimson cocktail dress trimmed with black. My heart was breaking and it was all I could do to keep from crying. When the ladies, I guess I should call them sluts, left, I left the stall, washed my hands, and repaired my makeup. Once out in the dining room, I had no trouble locating the two that I had just heard. I didn't know them by name, but I had seen them at the office and I knew they worked in the same division as Tad. Although I was hurting, I decided to see the evening through and then I would lay my plans. As luck would have it, the two sluts were sticking pretty close to one another and they finally sat at a table with two men that I assumed were the slut's husbands. I asked Tad to dance with me and then I maneuvered him around until we were in front of the sluts table. I stopped and said, "Tad, aren't these ladies from your office? I don't believe you have ever introduced me to them." He about crapped. He finally was able to get enough composure to introduce me to Mildred and Ruth and he was sorry but he didn't know the husband's names. After a few minutes we had all been introduced. The husbands did not work for Tad's firm. When we had said our goodbye's, which wasn't fast enough for Tad, we danced away. I could also see that the sluts were not at all happy with our stopping there either. I said to Tad, "Did you notice the outfit that Mildred was wearing?" He said that he hadn't paid much attention. I told him that with the shoes she was wearing, she looked more like a hooker than a member of his firm. He responded that we shouldn't judge other people strictly on how they are dressed. I decided to pull his chain. I asked how he would like it if I dressed like that. He continued to pretend he hadn't noticed so I elaborated. "She probably wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples were sticking out, her skirt just barely covered her butt, the mascara and eyelashes were overdone, and in general her appearance said, 'Come fuck me.' Honey, she looked like a slut." He finally relented with, "If you say so." He was squirming and I wasn't going to give him any peace. Next I lit into Ruth. I pointed out that her dress was cut so low that I could almost see her pussy from the top. I added that her shoes are known in many circles as "come fuck me" shoes. He finally looked at me and asked if we couldn't find something fun to talk about, that he was sorry he had introduced them. After another dance we sat down. Then I pointed to Ruth, who was dancing with someone other that her husband, and told him that she was practically screwing him right on the dance floor. (She really wasn't, but she was dancing really close.) Tad started to get angry and told me that if I couldn't stop criticizing Mildred and Ruth, that we were going to go home. Then with some irritation in his voice he said, "Sandy, what's gotten in to you tonight? This is not like you." I sweetly replied to him, "Tad, it's just disturbing for a woman, a wife, to know her husband is working with women who look like they are trolling for cock." He took me by the hand and said, "Honey, let's go home. I think I know a lady who is growing horns and is trolling for cock." I told him it was early and that I wasn't ready to go home yet. I continued by asking if the rest of the women in his office dressed and acted like sluts? I could tell that I really had him pissed now. He took me by the hand, told me I had had too much to drink and that we were going home. I didn't say anything. I just rose and we went home. When we got home he tried to make a move on me but I just turned away and told him that he had misread me. I was not horny and I was not trolling for cock like some women I had seen. I told him that I was going to bed and that I was very upset to see what kind of women his firm employed. That finished him. He blew his lid and accused me of unfairly judging people. As I left he said something about this being the last company party he would ever take me to. On Monday I called Mr. Ewing and asked him for the name of the investigator he had used. He gave me his name and told me he was very good. I called the P.I. and asked him to get me information on Tad. He recognized Tad's name and told me he would get right on it. In less than a week I had photos on my desk. I looked at the pictures and, after I stopped crying, I started putting my plan together. I remembered telling Tad that night after The Club, that if he ever cheated on me again that my next performance at The Club would make my first performance look like a five year-old child's first ballet recital. I am a person who keeps her word and I was determined to keep my promise this time. I put my plan together. In the middle of the week I told Tad that we hadn't been to The Club in quite a while and that I wanted to go on Saturday. He didn't think anything of it and agreed to go. Then he asked with a chuckle, "This won't be like the last time will it?" I promised him with a smile that it absolutely wouldn't be anything like the last time. I had made the necessary arrangements with Paul. Once I explained to him what I needed and wanted, he readily agreed. He told me this sounded like it would put my first time to shame. I told him that I certainly hoped so. The scenario for the first part of Saturday night was much the same as when Burt had been with us. On Paul's queue I excused myself for the bathroom and went backstage. When Paul announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, How about a nice welcome for an old friend, S-A-N-N-D-E-E," I parted the curtain and stepped out wearing only a stripper's cut-out bra and thong. Again, Tad looked like someone had hit him in the face with a wet fish. He yelled at me to get my butt off the stage. At that point, Danny pressed him back onto the stool. What Tad didn't know was that Danny had instructions to keep him away from me and to make sure he stayed for the entire performance. He was to be kept in place until I told Danny to release him. I didn't take long to lose everything and I dance naked in my heels long enough to let various patrons get a look and feel. I then yelled out, "Ok boys. Come on out." With my call, the curtain parted and two black men and a white man stepped through. They wore loin cloths that really did nothing to hide the fact that they were all very well hung. They pushed a narrow bed, having no headboard or footboard and with shorter legs at the feet than at the head, to mid-stage. The audience would be able to see what was happening on the bed without the use of mirrors. Each was a beautiful example of manhood, muscular, good looking, and well endowed. They came to me and formed a three-man triangle around me. I dropped to my knees and removed their loin cloths. The two black men were sporting larger than average cocks, but the white dude put them to shame. His cock was as big as my forearm, 10-12 inches long and very thick. It looked like a modern day John Holmes. It was so big that I was becoming a little apprehensive as to whether I could take him in any of my orifices. I realized that the die was cast and that obviously other women handled it. I reasoned that if they could, so could I. So, while holding and stoking a cock in each hand, I took the third cock into my mouth while bringing them all to hard erectness. I spent several minutes making the rounds and sucking each dick. And yes, I could get the big one in my mouth. It was a stretch but not totally uncomfortable. I had never done anything like this in my life and I was finding it mind-blowing. If there had been a light near my pussy, I'm sure you would have seen steam rising. The different feelings of each cock were amplified and enhanced by hearing Tad going out of his head with rage. By now he was well aware of what was coming. There was nothing but pure lust and sex in what followed. There was no pretense of dancing or putting on a show. We went to the bed where I had one cock in my mouth, one in my pussy, and one in my hand as they took turns fucking me. I had never felt anything as good as what I was getting from the three. I had obtained these fellows from a male escort service and was assured that they had tremendous staying power and that their recharge time was short. After a round robin of fucking, sucking, and giving a hand job, I took one in the pussy, one in my ass, and one in my mouth. We humped until all three came in me. Until now, I had several orgasms, but this was the first time that the studs had dumped their loads, and they were massive. I don't know when I ever had such a high level of sexual desire and lust consume me. One thing I knew for sure was that I wanted more, lots more. According to our original plans, the double penetration was supposed to be the end. But, as I said, I wanted more. I asked them if they were good for more. They told me they had another twenty minutes on the clock. I said to them, "Use me any way you want until the meter runs out." It only took a few minutes of foreplay before my three studs were ready for another round. I can't begin to describe what ensued. All I can say is that I had the fucking of my life. I was so hot that I was dreading the time when the meter would run out. I had been totally used, totally fucked, totally satisfied, and I still wanted more. Finally the meter did run out and my three studs told me how much they had enjoyed it and that they were available for future engagements. As they departed, I sat up on the bed and caught Tad's eye, and gave him one of my wicked smiles. Then I got up and made my way to the edge of the stage and with another wicked smile I asked Tad if he would like some now. I was standing in front of him with other men's juices running down my legs. His language was anything but tender and nice as he called me all sorts of names and told me to get my ass dressed and come down. If I didn't come right now then I had better find another place to sleep. Now it was my turn. In front of the patrons I told him that there was a package of photos on the kitchen table and I assured him that I would be sleeping in my own bed tonight. Where he slept was up to him. Next I said to him, "Tad, I told you what to expect if you cheated on me again. If you want a divorce, that's fine. I just want you to know that after what I have done tonight, I will have no qualms about asking anyone I choose to come share my bed. You have shown that you want to play fuck around and I'm letting you know we can both play that game." It was beginning to sink in on him that he had been caught again. While he was processing that revelation I straighten myself up and called to the patrons, "Anyone else like to get in on with me?" As about ten men clamored up on the stage, Tad screamed, "Ok, you've made your point. Are we even now?" When I didn't acknowledge him he yelled, "Aw Come on Sandy, I never did anything like this to you." With that, I looked at him and said, "No honey. We're nowhere close to even. I am just getting started now." He started to say something and I cut him off telling him that he didn't have to stay any longer and that Danny would bring me home and be glad to sleep with me tonight. Tad said something under his breath and settled on his stool. Paul was with the group of men who were coming on stage. Before anything got started, I motioned to Paul to come to me and I told him he was first and to take the lead. I can't remember all that happened next. I can only tell you that Danny counted me being fucked at least seventeen times after the studs had left. I was completely satiated. The only bad thing about the experience was that all three of my openings were raw and sore. While all of this was taking place, Tad started to rant again. Danny had leaned over his shoulder and said something. Tad shut up. As the last person left the stage, I went and stood at the edge. Cum was dripping from everywhere. Tad was sitting with his head in his hands. When he looked up and saw me I could see rage burning in his eyes. He said some unkind words and told me not to bother coming home. I smiled at him and told him again that I would sleep in my own bed tonight and then I looked at Danny and said, "Thanks for taking care of him. Let me clean up and then you can take me home to bed. Don't bother with the cheating asshole any more." I went backstage to shower and clean up. The girls gathered around me and conceded that they had never seen anything like that before. Then one of them stated, "Sandy, I don't know if I want to see you come back. You could take all of our jobs away." And with that we all had a good laugh. After I was cleaned and dressed again, I thanked everyone, including Paul, and told them that I had performed my last act on stage. That from now on I would enjoy the comforts of a real bed. Then I asked Paul where he had gotten that bed. He grinned and told me it was no bed, just a board with legs and a sheet over it. I told him, "I know." Danny drove me home and when I got out of the car he asked if I was sure I wanted him to come in. I told him that I did for two reasons. First, I was still turned on and I would like more cock. Second, I had never seen Tad this angry and I was a little afraid to be by myself with him. When I inserted my key in the front door I found that Tad had set the dead bolt. I rang the doorbell and after a few minutes of continuous ringing I heard him come to the door. He yelled, "Get away from here slut." Before I could say anything, Danny stepped forward and called back to him, "Tad, this is Danny; open the fucking door or I will kick the damned thing in." There was a moment of silence and then the dead bolt clicked. Danny stepped ahead of me and grabbed the front of Tad's shirt and backed him into the living room. He pushed Tad into a chair and then told him that if he gave us any shit that he would pound his ass to a pulp and throw him out on the street. Oh, I didn't mention earlier that Danny is unmarried, black, about 6' 5", built like a rock, and weighs in at about 240 muscular pounds. There would be absolutely no doubt about the outcome of any altercation between him and almost anyone else. Tad mumbled something and took himself to the guest room. The night of total debauchery changed me. I had found that there were many ways to enjoy sex and I decided that I liked them all. Tad and I lived together for about another month. During that time I brought several men home with me. None of them spent the night. About the second week, when Tad came home and found me in bed with another friend, he waited for my friend to leave and then came and asked me when we would be even. I told him that I had no idea but that it certainly wouldn't be soon. * * * * * * We are divorced now. I understand that Tad recently had his butt kicked by an irate husband. The only thing I can't figure is why it took this long and why it hadn't happened several times before. I'm enjoying my life for the present. I have wonderful sex at least once a week and on many occasions I have more than one partner. Yes, the three escorts have joined me several times either individually or as a package of two or three. Danny and I have become very good friends and he usually spends the weekend when he brings me home. It has been lots of fun, but I know there are other things than sex and I need to find them. With the divorce final I will look in earnest for a life partner. I'm ready to settle down and drop the heavy sex routine. I'm perfectly happy with my life right now but I know it must change if I want to fully enjoy the future. As far as Tad is concerned, all I can conclude is that he is an asshole and I sure picked a loser. Are We Even Now? Pt. 03 This is one of four endings posed for "ARE WE EVEN NOW?" In case you haven't read the original recently, here's a quick synopsis, Burt, Tad and Sandy's friend, has come to town. They take him to The Club where, without warning, Sandy goes on stage, starts a strip dance, and then pulls friend Burt on stage, completes her strip, and fucks him in front of Tad and the customers. Needless to say, Tad is pissed off royally. At home he lights into his friend and his wife. She produces pictures of him fucking two other women and lets him know she is going to get even. The evening ends when Sandy informs Tad that she is going to sleep with Burt tonight and he can have the guest room. She will be his, Tad's, again after Burt leaves, if he wants her Sandy has gone to bed with Burt and they fuck twice before going to sleep. We now continue: * * * * * * I woke up about nine in the morning and could hear Tad moving about in the kitchen. My movements woke Burt and he looked over at me, smiled, and said, "Good morning beautiful." I detected movement under the sheet and when I reached down, sure enough, there was a very hard piece of meat rising. I didn't need an invitation. I took hold and pumped him to full hardness. Then I straddled him and lowered myself onto his rock hard cock. He fucked me hard before we dressed and went to the kitchen. You know what? He's damned good in bed. A lot of ladies have been missing out, but I sure wasn't. After being fucked four times by Burt in the last twelve hours, I was surprised to find that I really was not feeling sorry for what I had done and, in fact, I had really enjoyed it. It was after ten o'clock when I put on my robe. Burt pulled on his trousers and we went into the kitchen. Tad snarled, "Are you two through fucking?" His attitude and the way he said it really pissed me off and I replied, "No, we're hungry and taking a break. I know you had sex at least a dozen times behind my back so I still have lots of credit on my account. I plan to use up more of that credit if Burt is willing." Tad retorted that he had told me he was sorry and asked why I couldn't accept his apology? However, I could tell that he was not in the least bit sorry for what he had done. He was just steaming over what I was doing. He was just plain mad. So, I responded to him in a sweet honey-coated voice, "Tad honey, I really do understand how sorry you are. Now you must understand how sorry I am. But, you will just have to be patient until Burt leaves. By the way, did you know that his cock is as fat as yours and he has you by about two inches in length?" Tad sat there looking daggers, first at me, and then at Burt but he had concluded that he was losing the battle of words. Burt and I had some cereal and coffee then I rose, shrugged my robe off, and said, "Come on Burt. We need to get you ready for your trip home." With that we went back to the bedroom. By now, Burt was resigned to the fact that he had lost Tad as a friend. He fucked me twice before it was time for him to dress and go to the airport. I would have gone another round or two, but poor Burt just couldn't get it up again. We dressed and went to the airport. The trip was made in almost complete silence. At the airport I gave Burt a passionate kiss as he went into the terminal. I have to admit; at this point I was sorry to see him leave. On the way home from the airport, Tad was silent for the first part of the drive. As we got back into our part of town he asked if I would like to get some supper. I said I would, that I was not really in the mood to cook. He brooded during the first part of the meal and I finally asked him if he was going to sulk the rest of the evening. He looked at me a moment and then said, "Ok, you've made your point. Are we were even now?" I told him we would see; that I still had several credits on my account and that how many or whether I used those credits depended strictly on how he behaved. He started to complain again about what I had done to him and how I had embarrassed him in front of people we knew. That was the final straw. I told him that I had thoroughly enjoyed myself with Burt and that I sure hoped that he had derived as much joy with his sluts. I informed him that I was really getting pissed off; that he could blame himself for what had happened; and with his present attitude I planned to use every one of the credits. "So, buddy, it looks like you have a choice. Get over this weekend and straighten out or get a divorce." With that I stood up, threw my napkin on the table and told him I was getting a cab and going home. Since we didn't even have the check yet, all he could do was call after me as I walked out. He finally threw some money on the table and ran after me. As we got to the street, he caught me and asked me to please wait, that he would take me home. Again, it was silence in the car all the way home. When we went in I told him that I had had enough of his pouting and that he could sleep in the guest room until he could get himself straightened out, and besides, our sheets were messed up. I went into the bedroom and since it was still too early to go to bed, I turned on the TV, sat in our lounge chair, and tried to find something interesting. There was nothing. I decided to get dressed and go to our country club. Maybe some of our friends would be there and I could find someone reasonable to talk with. As I was dressing, Tad knocked on the door and asked if we could talk. I called back asking whether we were going to talk or if he just wanted to complain some more? He said he was sorry and we would talk. I put on my robe and went to the living room. When he saw me, he asked what I was getting dressed for and I told him I was getting ready to go to the country club for some companionship; that I couldn't find any here. We had talked but a few minutes before the conversation began to drift back to what I had done to him in public and I was trying to rub his nose in it. That did it. I couldn't take any more and I got up telling him to go complain to the mirror in the bathroom. I was going to the club. I finished dressing and left. I did find friends at the club and had a relatively enjoyable night. When I got home, Tad was in bed in the guest room. I don't know if he was asleep or not and I didn't care. I got ready for bed and as I started to get in, I remembered again that the sheets had not been changed and were stained. The smell of Burt was still there and I crawled in and frigged myself to sleep while mentally remembering last night and this afternoon. A week passed and things didn't change much. Tad's complaining diminished, but in its place he was becoming sullen and distant. On Friday night we went to the country club for dinner and dancing. However, Tad only danced with me once and seemed to be set on getting drunk. Later in the evening I found myself dancing often with a cute, young, well-built, bachelor member, Kyle. I had seen him before and remember thinking how nice he looked, but hadn't thought beyond that. As the evening progressed, our dancing became more intimate and I was not at all bothered with his wandering hands. I was wearing a silk cocktail dress, about knee length and a scoop neck that showed some cleavage. Kyle kept dancing me into one of the darker corners and then massaging my buttocks and my breast through the dress. I was doing nothing to encourage him but neither was I doing anything to discourage him. The truth was that I was totally enjoying the attention. Tad had been totally distant since the night at The Club. He hardly spoke, there were no kisses, and no "I love you" in anything he said or did. I was ready for some hot sexual release. By midnight, Tad was out of it. He had drunk two or three times what he normally drinks. I had not drunk much, but I was getting hot with the attention that Kyle was giving me. A call from Mother Nature sent me to the restroom. While there I let my fingers roam a little and I knew that I was ready for some action. I got a very wicked feeling and removed my bra and put it in my purse before returning to Kyle. It didn't take but a few minutes on the dance floor before Kyle knew I wasn't wearing a bra anymore. He whispered in my ear, "I like," and suggested we step out on the veranda for some fresh air. Taking my hand, he led me out. There were a few couples outside and some were in the dark recesses of the veranda. We found one of our own. Once there, Kyle pulled me to him and planted his lips on mine. In moments our tongues were probing each others and his hand was caressing my breast. I reached down and stroked the front of his pants and was pleasantly surprised to find that he may be young but he definitely wasn't a little boy. He suggested that we take a walk on the golf course and I simply followed him. About 70 yards from the club house, there is a kiosk next to the 10th tee and we went in. Kyle immediately took me in his arms, pulled me close and kissed me. His right hand was unzipping my dress and pulling it off my shoulders. I didn't give a single thought to the propriety of what was happening. Yes, I knew it wasn't proper, but I also knew that I had egged him on by removing my bra. Before I could give it any more thought his mouth was working back and forth between my tits. And it felt absolutely wonderful. Suddenly he kissed down my belly to my waistband and then he pulled the hem of my skirt up and began to kiss my pussy through my panties. I would have killed him if he stopped then. He didn't. Quickly he reached up grabbed my briefs and pulled them off before again attacking my pussy. It was wonderful and I was hotter than hell. Before I actually confirmed in my own mind that I was going to let him fuck me, he started to rise and I could feel his bare cock rubbing up between my inner thighs. When he rose high enough for me to reach it, I grabbed his cock, lifted my left leg onto the bench and guided him into me. My disappointment came when he lasted less than a minute before he exploded in me. He went limp and dropped out almost immediately. We rearranged our clothes and returned to the club house. I went to find Tad, but not before ascertaining that Kyle came on many Friday nights. He informed me that he had seen me on previous occasions and that tonight was 'a dream come true' for him. He wanted to know if we might get together again. I told him that I didn't know; we would have to see. Inside my head was saying 'Hell yes and we will work on your staying power.' I know that I promised Tad that I would be his again after Burt left, but with his present demeanor, I figured that I still had a few fucks left to my credit and I was going to use them. No matter what, I wasn't going to let my pussy wither up and rot. I wish I could say that I didn't enjoy my time with Burt or with Kyle, but the truth is that I found it to be exciting and I really enjoyed it. The next morning Tad was sort of out of it but he was able to pull together a question. "Aren't we even yet? What is it going to take to get you out of this nasty revenge craze?" I responded, "Tad, you can call my attitude whatever you want. The answer is that my attitude, as you call it, will stay as long as you let it. You haven't said a civil word to me in over a week. Your attitude has been everything but loving and until it changes, mine won't either. To answer the question about being even, No we're not yet, but I am working on it. And let me tell you something else. This situation will never improve until you accept the fact that none of this would have ever happened if you hadn't taken your pole and gone fishing in ponds that didn't belong to you." He picked up on my innuendo and fired back, "Did you fuck that kid you were dancing with last night?" I said, "Since you're keeping score, Yes, I did. And, while we are on the subject I need to know how many times you fucked your sluts. He growled, "I'll be damned if I'm going to tell you if you insist on acting this way." I looked him in the eye and said, "If you would return to being the Tad I married, I could probably call us even and we could get our lives back together again. But since you insist on sulking, blaming me, and acting like a complete ass, I want to know how many times Tad because as long as you are going to be this way, I plan to keep working on using up my credits. I won't repeat his response aside from saying he called me a whore and said a lot of nasty and unkind things. Things that under other circumstances would have had me crying my eyes out. Instead, it just made me mad. When he finished, I said, "You self-righteous SOB. You can say what you just said to me after you have gone behind my back, played me as a stupid little housewife, and then been out fucking the world? Since you won't tell me how many times, I am going to assume it was twenty-five times. And, since you are keeping score, the count is now two down and twenty-three to go. When you become reasonable again maybe we can work out a deal, a more desirable settlement. Until then I still have some evening up to do." He stormed off. After another week of ice from Tad, I announced that on Saturday night I was going to The Club. Furthermore, I was going to dance on stage and that he could come and be my partner or I would select someone from the crowd. Tad blew up and told me that there was no way in hell that he was going to appear on stage and that I had better not either. I informed him that if I couldn't have sex with HIM at home, then I was going to get sex where I could find it. He fired off a volley of profanities and slammed the door as he entered the guest room. I didn't mention before that he has been sleeping in the guest room since that fateful night. In his eyes it's still all my fault and he shoulders no responsibility. Saturday morning I called Paul and told him to book me on stage. He was happy to hear from me since we hadn't been to the club since my performance. He asked if my friend was still in town and I told him no and that if Tad didn't come as my partner, I'd appreciate his help in finding a suitable partner. As I was getting dressed to go to the club, Tad came and stood in the door and asked if I was serious about going to The Club and I told him I was. Then he wanted to know if I was going to dance (He actually asked if I was going to fuck someone on stage) and I told him that I was. I told him again that he had some choices; it could be him here at home or on the stage with me. If those choices were not agreeable, then I would fuck someone else. He blew up again and ended up asking when I was going to stop being a bitch. I blew my cork. I let him know that I may be his wife but that I was also a female and that I liked to have sex as part of my life. I read him the riot act about his behavior and the fact that he had cut me off as his wife, as his friend, and his sex partner for over a month now and every ounce of my patience had been used up. I finished by telling him to get his cock out right now and come fuck me or to get the hell out of the room and let me finish getting dressed. He stated that he wasn't up to having sex with a slut right now and that I had better think again about going to the club. I got up, went to him, pushed him out the door, and slammed it shut. When I finished dressing I headed for the garage. My keys, which normally hang by the door, were not there. I called Tad and asked where my keys were. He told me he had them and that I was staying home. I was fuming as I went to the guest room where he was working on his computer. I didn't even ask for the keys. I reached down, grabbed the power cord to the computer and yanked it out of the wall. I then picked up a hammer that happened to be lying on the table and announced, "Give me my keys or this computer is going to be history," and I slammed the hammer down on the desk causing the keyboard and everything on the desk to jump. He knew I was serious and pulled the keys from the drawer and threw them at me. Without a word I picked them up and left. When I got to the club I was totally out of the mood for sex. I was royally pissed and getting even didn't have an appeal any more. I did perform a dance, but it was solo and several of the regular patrons told me how disappointed they were that I had not performed as before. I didn't care. When I got home, Tad was not there. He left a note saying he would be back for his things later. That was almost two years ago. He did come for his things but I didn't see him. However, even in the divorce he was maintaining that I was the one who had failed the marriage. The divorce was finalized six months ago. I wish I could say that I was sorry, but I can't. I learned that he had gone back to bedding anything that had a pussy. He caused two divorces to be filed before ours was finalized. I have also heard from reliable sources that he will probably be the cause of two or three more before the year is out. How could I have so misjudged a person that I had selected to spend the rest of my life with? I'm so thankful that his true colors came out before we decided to have children. The sexual high that I was on for that weekend is a thing of the past. With the exception of a few times with Burt, I haven't had a cock since Kyle. I had him two more times after the first country club meeting. Burt and I have been communicating and meeting frequently over the past six months. He affirmed that his friendship with Tad was over. In his words, "I consider Tad a pathetic looser and can't understand how he could have become such an ass." You can't see the joy in my face, nor can you tell from my writing how happy I am right now. Last night while Burt was in town, we had a wonderful dinner and dance at the country club. Yes, he offered me a ring and asked me to marry him and I didn't have to think before saying, "Yes." If some one were to ask, "Are we even now?" My reply would have to be: What difference does it make? Are We Even Now? Pt. 04 This is one of four endings posed for "ARE WE EVEN NOW?" In case you haven't read the original recently, here's a quick synopsis, Burt, Tad and Sandy's friend, has come to town. They take him to The Club where, without warning, Sandy goes on stage, starts a strip dance, and then pulls friend Burt on stage, completes her strip, and fucks him in front of Tad and the customers. Needless to say, Tad is pissed off royally. At home he lights into his friend and his wife. She produces pictures of him fucking two other women and lets him know she is going to get even. The evening ends when Sandy informs Tad that she is going to sleep with Burt tonight and he can have the guest room. She will be his, Tad's, again after Burt leaves, if he wants her Sandy has gone to bed with Burt and they fuck twice before going to sleep. We now continue: * * * * * * I woke up about nine in the morning and I could hear Tad moving about in the kitchen. My movements woke Burt and he looked over at me, smiled, and said, "Good morning beautiful." I detected movement under the sheet and when I reached over, sure enough, there was a very hard piece of meat rising. I didn't ask for an invitation. I took hold and pumped him to full hardness. Then I straddled him and lowered myself onto his rock hard cock. He fucked me hard before we dressed and went to the kitchen. You know what? He's damned good in bed, or on stage for that matter. A lot of ladies have been missing something, but I sure wasn't. Tad made some remark to the effect, "Are you two through fucking around?" I asked if he would like for us to be through and he gave a strong affirmative reply. I went to him and sat in his lap and I immediately could feel a stirring between his legs. I said, "It seems like 'junior' is not mad at me any more," and wriggled my butt in his lap. Burt took his coffee and made the excuse that he needed to pack and left the kitchen. I turned and planted a big wet kiss on Tad and his hands went inside my robe feeling for my breast. He broke the kiss and told me how sorry he was for having cheated and that after what I had done he really understood how much it hurt. I started to cry and he held me tight. After a minute or two, he said let's reclaim our bedroom for a while. I jumped up and started to lead him to the bedroom. Then I remembered and crumpled; sobbing uncontrollably. Tad held me and asked what was wrong. I told him as best I could through my blubbering that I wasn't clean, that I still had some of Burt in me. I could hardly get my breath and I felt sick, sick for what I had done. Tad comforted me and then told me to go get a long hot bath and then he would come to me. I broke down crying again as I headed for the bathroom and remembered that the sheets were soiled from my time with Burt last night. Tad told me to go on, we could change the sheets later. For now we could use the guest room. Then it occurred to both of us that Burt was in the guest room. Tad told me to get the clean sheet and he would change the bed while I got my bath. It took more than forty-five minutes for me to get my bath and settle down. Just as I would think I had my composure back, a wave of regret for what I had done would sweep over me and I would totally break down again I knew that I needed to get moving. It was not quite noon, but Burt's flight was at four o'clock and we needed to get some lunch and leave no later than two in order to get him there on time. As I stood in front of the mirror dressing for Tad, Burt knocked on the door. He said, "You don't need to come to the door. I would love to stay and visit, but it is time for me to get a cab and let you two put your lives back together. I'll never forget this weekend and I hope our friendship is still intact. I love you both and hope to see you soon. Again, thanks and see you later." Moments later I heard a taxi toot and he was gone. Shortly, Tad knocked on the door and asked if I was alright and that Burt had left. I told him that I knew, and that yes, I was alright, and for him to come on in. I was standing in a sexy night gown and he gathered me in his arms and carried me to our bed. We didn't fuck; we made beautiful love for the next three hours. During our love making, I would come unglued at times. Mentally I was a mess. I would think about Burt having been in this bed a few hours ago and felt bad about what I had done on the one hand and yet, on the other hand, I would get a warm feeling when I thought of him in me. Also, during our love making intervals we talked and reaffirmed our love for each other and we both forgave each other for the hurt inflicted. Don't leave yet. There is more to the story. In the days that followed, we both admitted that sex with another partner had been very enjoyable. We agreed that the way we did it was wrong and that we should consider sex from a different light. Most importantly, we both agreed that sex with another person did not equate to love. While we had both enjoyed our escapades, there had been no loss or breach in the love we had for one another. All said and done though, we could not reconcile ourselves to becoming swingers. A few weeks later we agreed to return to The Club. In reaching our agreement, I told Tad that although I was sorry for what I did, I had really gotten on a sexual high performing with Burt on stage. Tad admitted that even though he had gotten hurt and mad, he had never been so turned on either. I told him that honestly, I would like to go on stage again. He took a deep breath and asked if I truly wanted to fuck a stranger on stage. I told him no., but that I would get a real charge out of just performing solo. My experience with Burt had brought out the exhibitionism in me. Then I added that I didn't want to do a stranger but I would certainly love to perform with him. We discussed the implications and he finally told me that if I really wanted to do it and I really meant solo, he would go along with it. He also made it very clear that he had no intentions of getting on that stage. Over the next months I performed solo on five occasions. Following each performance we had intense sex when we got home. Tad was enjoying the escalation that my exhibitionism produced in bed. I had been wheedling Tad to perform with me all this time. After the fifth time he caved in. Our performance brought the house down and we continued to perform from time-to-time over the next few months. We both were having a ball and we were having fantastic sex on the stage. Almost a year after my performance with Burt, he let us know he was coming to town. When I learned he was coming, I went to work on Tad. I had concocted a hot performance. When I first suggested it to Tad he gave an immediate and flat, "NO." With almost two weeks to work with, I kept pressing Tad. I had developed the ability, through sex, to get him to submit to almost anything. He finally crumbled and agreed to my plan. When Burt arrived, I explained my plan to him. He wasn't sure how to respond and looked at Tad. Tad shrugged his shoulders and told Burt that he had been beaten into submission and that it was alright with him. Saturday night at The Club, Paul was heard to announce, "And now ladies and gentlemen, a very special treat. You know Sandy and Tad. But now let's put our hands together for S-A-A-N-D-E-E and T-A-Y-U-D and their very special friend B-U-R-R-T." With that we three stepped through the curtain. We didn't dance and we didn't strip. Wearing nothing but thin robes, we merely dropped our robes as soon as we got to center stage. A large covered pad was there and I immediately lay down on my back. Tad positioned himself between my legs and drove his cock into me. At the same time Burt crawled over my face and I took his big cock in my mouth. It was fantastic. This was my first time with two men and I experienced my first orgasm of the evening in just moments. Next I got on my hands and knees while Burt entered me from the rear and I sucked Tad as he lay under me. The audience was going wild. FFM threesomes were not uncommon, but this was the first MMF threesome to appear at the club. I could see both men and women in the audience masturbating themselves or their partners. Tad and I had indulged in some anal sex and for our finale, we put it to use. Burt lay on his back and I mounted him while sucking Tad. After a short while, Tad moved behind me, I lay down on Burt and Tad inserted his cock in my ass. This was totally orgasmic and we all blew our loads almost simultaneously. Cum was dripping everywhere. We not only received the $100 best act prize, but someone in the audience passed a hat and we were rewarded with another $439. When we got home we sat and talked and relived our activity. All three of us could not believe what we had done. At bedtime I felt bad about leaving Burt by himself but I went with Tad. In the morning I woke before Tad and asked if it was alright for me to go wake Burt. He pulled me to him and asked if I meant wake him or did I mean get him up? I smiled and told him probably it would be more correct if I said I wanted to arouse him. He said, "Go ahead honey. He's definitely part of the family now. I went to the guest room. Burt was sound asleep and I dropped my night gown and slipped into bed with him. He was sleeping in the raw and he woke quickly as I began to stroke his cock. He almost jumped up and said, in a strickened voice, "Does Tad know you are here? As I slipped under the covers, I replied, "Yes dear, he knows," as I slipped his almost hard love stick into my mouth. He moaned, "Oh shit," as he wriggled around and began to eat my pussy. For me it was pure ecstasy; a wonderful husband plus a lover-friend to fulfill all my sexual fantasies and desires. It was almost an hour later before Burt and I got to the kitchen. Tad quipped that he had already eaten breakfast and was wondering if we were going to join him for lunch. I punched him and told him it was just ten o'clock and that if he wouldn't be such a wise ass, I would fix breakfast for us all. After Burt went home, Tad and I reveled in the experience we had at The Club and we both agreed that our private threesome was a real turner-oner. In the end we became regulars at the club. We perform on stage with each other about every six weeks and even with different safe partners on occasion. When Burt visits, with Tad's blessing, I often sleep with him on one of the nights. I know it sounds strange, but it works and we are happy. It's been seven years now since that night and there are no longer any regrets. Last week Burt was here and I slept with him one night. This was about the tenth time I slept with him. I'm still wondering why some lucky girl hasn't latched on to Burt. I sure have, as a sex partner, that is. On Sunday while we were taking Burt to the airport; Tad, from out of the blue, asked, "Are we even now?" I smiled, gave his arm a squeeze, kissed his cheek and said, "What do you think?" Are We Even Now? Pt. 05 This is one of four endings posed for "ARE WE EVEN NOW?" In case you haven't read the original recently, here's a quick synopsis, Burt, Tad and Sandy's friend, has come to town. They take him to The Club where, without warning, Sandy goes on stage, starts a strip dance, and then pulls friend Burt on stage, completes her strip, and fucks him in front of Tad and the customers. Needless to say, Tad is pissed off royally. At home he lights into his friend and his wife. She produces pictures of him fucking two other women and lets him know she is going to get even. The evening ends when Sandy informs Tad that she is going to sleep with Burt tonight and he can have the guest room. She will be his, Tad's, again after Burt leaves, if he wants her Sandy has gone to bed with Burt and they fuck twice before going to sleep. We now continue: * * * * * * When we got in bed, Burt and I talked for a few minutes and with the excitement of the evening still working I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He said, "I like this better than being on-stage." I responded, "Then let's do it right." We had a very tender passionate time twice. He is certainly something any woman should wish for in bed. I woke up about nine in the morning and I could hear Tad moving about in the kitchen. I looked over, and Burt was looking at me. He smiled and said, "Good morning beautiful." I detected movement under the sheet and when I reached down, sure enough, there was a very hard piece of meat rising I was starting to stroke him and then the full impact of what I had done during the last nine or ten hours hit me. I broke into tears and let go of his cock. Burt asked "What's wrong?" I blubbered, "Everything! I've taken advantage of you. I have probably destroyed a wonderful marriage, and in short, I have become a slut overnight." Burt held me and comforted me. We talked a little while as I got myself back together. I finally said, "Let's go to the kitchen and see if anything can be repaired." I looked and Burt's tent had disappeared. Nodding at his crotch, asked him if he was ok. He affirmed that he was fine. I put on my robe and as Burt was pulling on his trousers he said, "I'm ok but I just wanted you to know that whatever happens, you are a great sex partner." I blushed, thanked him and almost broke out in tears again as I wondered just how much damage had been done. We went into the kitchen. Tad was sitting with a cup of coffee and the photographs in front of him. He gave me a weak, pitiful smile and told us to come get some coffee. As he did, he quickly scooped the photos back into the envelope. I was relieved to see that he didn't seem to be mad and, getting my coffee, I went and sat in his lap. After sitting a few minutes with nothing being said, I asked him if he wanted to talk. He replied that he didn't want to right now. Burt took that as a hint that we needed time alone and rose to leave. Tad said, kindly, "Burt, sit down. We all need some breakfast and you have a long day of travel ahead of you. Yes, Sandy and I need to talk but I need some time to think before we talk and it may not be today." I started to cry softly as I realized that Tad was probably trying to reconcile the recent activities and weighing the probabilities of saving our marriage. Tad asked me what was wrong and I told him that I loved him so much and I was ashamed of what I had done. "Please, can't we work this out?" He gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "Honey, we need to get some breakfast. Please don't try to read anything into what I have just said or may say for the next few hours. I honestly need to think about things. I have nothing at the moment with which to even consider looking for a solution. I love you, please just be patient." With that he lifted me off his lap and shoved me toward the refrigerator and said, "Get out some milk for the coffee." We had a nice breakfast and a reasonable but strained conversation. Burt tried to apologize again and we both shushed him. While I cleaned up in the kitchen, the two men went into the living room. The TV was on, but they weren't watching it. The volume was up and I couldn't tell what, or how much, conversation was taking place. I know that Burt was uncomfortable. After about an hour he made his excuses and went to pack. He came back in about twenty minutes and said he felt it would be good to get to the airport a little early with all the new security processes. He was going to get a cab and when we were unable to convince him to stay a little longer; we told him that we would be happy to take him. He relented to let us take him but insisted that he needed to go now. I felt bad seeing the discomfort he was feeling being with us now. I could tell that Tad was uncomfortable too, in fact, we were all uncomfortable. Before we got to the airport I told Burt how sorry I was for dragging him into a family matter and that I hoped he would still come see us. Tad affirmed what I said and Burt told us that we all needed some time to let this matter blow a way. We all agreed and I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek as he left us. Tad and Burt shook hands and gave each other a hug. On the way home, Tad said, "Honey what would you like to do today to help us get our minds off of this?" I thought for a minute and, with a tear forming, told him I didn't know; that I wasn't myself right now. We drove a few miles further and he said, "I know where we can go and have some fun and maybe lift our spirits." I asked where? He responded, "Disneyland, the happiest place on earth. We'll spend the rest of the afternoon, have dinner, and stay for the parade and fireworks. That should help get our minds back in their proper places." He was wearing the best smile he could muster. I put my arm around his and said, "Honey that sounds wonderful. But could we go by the house first?" He asked why. I told him that there was a chore that needed to be done and I definitely didn't want to face it when we came home from Disneyland. He glanced at me and said it can't be that important and it's quite a bit out of the way. I started crying and said, "Honey, I don't want to face changing the sheets when we get home tonight." His smile faded and he turned us toward home. * * * * * * We had a wonderful time at Disneyland and we stayed until they were closing the park. As we drove, the closer to home we got, the more somber our mood seemed to get. By the time we got home I was crying softly. I knew full well that the action I had taken was not the way I should have approached Tad's infidelity. As the old adage goes, 'Two wrongs don't make a right." I can fully attest to that now. Instead of solving the problem or feeling better for having hurt him too, I had poured gasoline on the fire and I didn't feel a damned bit better. However, it did shift my thinking from blaming him to blaming me. How could I have been so stupid? When we got in the house, Tad pulled me to him and said, "Sweetheart, I don't know how we are going to work this out. We have hurt each other badly through our own stupidity. I do know that it is going to take lots of love on both of our parts to heal the wounds. This may be a little premature, but would you like to see if we can make love?" I said, "Oh, yes, honey. Let's try. He didn't have to tell me, but I knew that we might have some trouble completing the act. Feelings of guilt, hurt, and anxiety are not real good platforms for having wonderful loving sex. We went to bed and tried, but we couldn't do it. Memories of the other's infidelity and of our own stupidity went through our minds and having sex just didn't work. We finally kissed, admitted that it wasn't working, and went to sleep. I'm happy to say that both of us had a reasonable night and getting up for work in the morning was not too horrendous. We spoke shortly at breakfast and agreed to talk in earnest after supper. As we kissed on the way out, Tad insisted we go out for dinner. With a big smile he said, "I don't want to take a chance that you would put arsenic in my food tonight." I laughed and said, "You don't have to worry about arsenic. I would want to use something so that you knew you had been poisoned." Then the frivolity of the moment went away and I started crying. I had to go repair my face before I could leave for work. Tad waited and gave me a big kiss and said, "Sweetie, we'll work this out. We have too much love to lose it all." I said, "Damn it Tad quit being so sweet. You'll have me crying again." * * * * * * We needed to use some of our membership paid meals so we went to our country club for dinner. We had a wonderful meal and, being Monday, the crowd in the dining room was very small. We decided to stay and talk there on the condition that we leave if I felt a complete crying breakdown coming on. The atmosphere was relaxed and conducive to what we needed to talk about. During dimmer, Tad had sat across from me, as usual. After dinner he moved his chair to my side. He took my hands and held them for several moments before he gave them a squeeze and started off. He said that since he had triggered this whole mess, he wanted to go first. His company has an annual retreat at a lodge in the mountains. Last year, because of problems at my work, I couldn't go and I insisted that Tad go without me. He reluctantly did. Charlotte and Nancy (the ladies in question) were there without their spouses also. To make a long story short, on the night before the big banquet, the three of them had teamed up and were commiserating with each other about how the retreat was not much fun without their spouses being there. They danced some, but mostly just talked. Before the evening was over they got pretty well sloshed and around midnight Nancy announced that she had had it and was going to bed. Tad and Charlotte stayed and danced some more. The dancing became much more intimate, the alcohol was pushing the inhibitions aside, one thing led to another, and Tad went to bed with her. A similar scenario occurred the next night. Only this time Charlotte left and he wound up in bed with Nancy. I was starting to cry a little and asked him, "Honey it wasn't right, but I can see how, under the circumstances, you could have ended up in bed with Charlotte. But I don't understand how you could have let it happen a second time." He explained that he felt very guilty most of the next day but at some point he came to feel that I would never know and that it was just sort of a man thing. Before I could speak he held up his hand and said, "I'm being honest about my immature reasoning. Of course, now I know that I was just excusing myself or justifying my actions." A little tear formed in his eye as he went on, "Sandy, in spite of all my stupidity, I do love you. I'm sorry and I want to do whatever I can to set things right again." My tears were becoming a little more pronounced and he asked me if we should go home. I blotted the tears with my napkin and told him we should stay and finish. And then I asked, "I understand what happened at the retreat, but, it didn't stop there. Your affair continued for months. Why?" Now little tears were running down his face. He wiped them with the back of his hand and told me he had no reasonable excuse. He had gotten away with it at the retreat, it had been thrilling like, he thought, sky diving might be. He had to pause and wipe his eyes again and then said, "Honey, I wish I could tell you or even explain to myself why I let it continue. I can't." He went on with a sniffle, "It doesn't justify or excuse anything but I found out a couple of weeks ago that the girls had set me up. I don't know why I didn't put an end to it then, but I just didn't. I think if you asked Mr. Ewing, you would find he has additional photos of them with other men besides me." Now he was breaking down completely and excused himself to the men's room. My tears were running down my cheek and our waitress stopped and asked if I needed help. I told her "no," and asked her to tell my husband I would be right back if he returned before me and went to the ladies room. I was devastated. Yes, what Tad had done was inexcusable. But what I had done was as bad or worse. Why hadn't I just confronted him with the evidence and tried to work things out from there? It took several minutes to regain control and repair the damage to my face. While getting ready, I am sure it was Tad that I could hear through the wall. It had to be, it was a man sobbing uncontrollably. I had to get out of the rest room. Hearing him was tearing my heart out. When I returned to our table, of course, Tad was not there. I sat for almost five minutes using everything within me to stay in control. I looked up and saw Tad approaching. He was working hard to hold a smile and his eyes were red. I jumped up and ran to him. He gathered me in his arms gave me a big kiss and said, "I think we had better go home." We didn't say much on the way home. I believe the lack of conversation was mostly for fear that we would break down and he not be able to drive. When we got in the house he pulled me to him giving me a very hot kiss and exclaiming how much he loved me and how sorry he was for what has happened. I started to tell him that I was sorry too, but he put his hand to my lips and said, "Before we go any further, you need to know something." My heart froze, what else is there? He pushed me away from him so that we could look at each other and said. "Sandy, I am ashamed to admit this but if you had simply confronted me with the photos, I don't really know if I would have grasped the hurt and anger and betrayed feelings you have been subjected to. I'll be truthful and tell you that I don't know if I can ever forgive you for what you did." I started to interject, "Oh, honey..." when he cut me off. "Let me finish. As I said, I don't know if I can ever forgive you, but I will love you the rest of our lives knowing that you saved our marriage. I don't know if you had treated me any other way if I would have fully understood the damage I had done and was doing. Until then, I was just having a good time." I just stood there looking at his blurry features. The tears had filled my eyes and I really couldn't see much. But I continued to look anyway. He pulled me to him and said, "I love you. Let's put this behind us. There's a woman I would love to take to bed." I said, "Tad I love you too. I'm sorry." He told me to let it go. I took his hand and told him if he wanted me in the bedroom he would have to lead me, I couldn't see through the tears. Neither of us was really ready to make love so we just lay in each others arms and talked. Mostly we were reassuring the other that our love was intact and that we had both acted in a very unloving manner. As talk slowed and eyelids were starting to flutter, Tad raised up on one elbow and said, "Last night you said something about getting even." "Yeah, what about it?" "Well, are we even now?" "Ohhh yes, and then some. But there is a little more." "What do you mean?" "Well, tomorrow night you had better be home for dinner on time. And..." (chuckle) "And what?" "And you'd better be ready." (chuckle) "Ready for what?" (giggle) "You know exactly what I mean. You'd better be ready to really get even." With that I pushed him on his back, gave him a hot goodnight kiss, and rolled onto my tummy. I smiled to myself thinking, 'It's been a rough road but we're over the hill and we know there's a beautiful new world awaiting us.' I whispered, "I love you sweetheart." I don't know if it was an acknowledgement or a just soft snore that I heard as I closed my eyes, but it was all I wanted or needed.