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Betrayal Ch. 01

By: CyrusMann



Chapter 1: The Final Insult

Brent sat in the fading light of sunset, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon of the ocean. His eyes couldn’t appreciate the beauty of this spectacle of nature, his eyes focused on the gold band he now twirled between his fingers. He couldn’t remember the last time he had even had the wedding ring off. It seemed as if that one piece of jewelry, the only piece he had ever worn, was just a natural part of his hand. He viewed it as if now, it was some alien artifact he could no longer recognize. 

For almost two decades that ring had been a sign of belonging, a show of love that he had for her. When he had first put the ring on, it had felt right, as if for once in his life he was part of something gloriously correct. In the almost twenty years since then, he had never once removed it from his finger, as a show of his undying love for her. Now, as he looked at it through a haze of doubt, he realized how odd it felt to not have the ring encircle his finger. The lack of it on his left hand somehow made him feel naked and exposed to a world that, so recently, came crashing down around his head.

He thought back to the events that had led up to his present situation. His mind going over in his head, all that had happened, so quickly within the past two years. Had it only been that long? Was so little time needed to dismantle what had taken so long to build? His thoughts bent back to what he thought of as the beginning, of its eventual collapse.

Kelly had finally gotten the IRS check; one they had been waiting patiently for, for almost a month now. It was no large amount of money to be true, it was finally one in which they could invest into something she had wanted for quite a few years, and yet had not been able to afford. She smiled at Brent, like the schoolgirl he had fallen in love with so long ago. Today she would finally get her computer! Not just some hand me down from a flea market, but a new, state of the art system. She was in her glory with anticipation of the possibilities it held.

Brent had finally relented, and gave in to her desires to work from home. Both of the boys were now in school, the youngest starting Kindergarten earlier this year. He was happy to see her, finally, want something for herself. She had been so focused over the past six years in being sure the boys were well cared for, sacrificing everything to be sure they had the best of what they could afford. He smiled at her sheer, unadulterated pleasure, at getting her wish. The smile she gave him made his doubts crumble, like so many stacked cards.

They made their way to the bank and deposited the check, finally bringing it’s content’s to a point where the computer would not drain everything they had saved. Then went to the Electronics store she had found, that had what she sought. She had researched everything through friends and magazines, and from what she knew from her last job, as an AR clerk. She wanted something that could handle the workload she hoped to again have. 

She had recently applied to a company, which catered to stay at home Moms; it had lots of work and yet has the flexibility of, at home hours. She was looking forward to contributing to the family income again. He couldn’t help but laugh, as she jabbered on and on, about being useful again. “As if she wasn’t already!” he thought to himself.

After some skillful negotiations, and an amazing talent for finding the best deal she could, she finally settled on the system she wanted. Brent was about as computer savvy as a brick! His talents were more down to earth, literally! He was a heavy equipment operator; his jobs consisted of digging large holes and hammering out rock. He always joked with her, that he was a modern day “Fred Flintstone”! She always made him feel a little old with her knowledge of computers due to the difference in their age, he being her senior by twelve years. Yet she always responded with, “Your job is dangerous enough, and it puts food on the table and a house over our heads!”

As always, he had no legitimate response and just shook his head and laughed. She pulled his head in and kissed his bald head in a show of her affections. The very nearness of her, as it always had done, caused a stirring in his jeans. For almost twelve years now, just her very presence was enough to send him into a sexual fit. He looked her over with a lust filled sigh, and smacked her ass as she headed for the counter to pay for her new “Toy”.

It had not been long after that, that she was online and working again. She seemed pleased with working at home. Her hours allowed her time to deal with the responsibilities of the house, and still allowed her time to finish up, without straining her time. She even began showing Brent some basics on how to use the Internet. He plodded through her instructions until she was sure he had the basics down. Brent felt out of his element using the keyboard and maneuvering through the myriad of options that confronted him. At times he would ask for help, or an explanation, and she cheerfully showed him what he needed to know.

After several weeks of instructions from Kelly, Brent began to get the hang of the new computer. He found out how to log on to areas in which he could talk to people from anywhere in the world. She laughed as she helped him set up his very first profile, and watched as he fumbled, two fingered, through the world of chat rooms! Brent came home night after night spending an hour or two, just “surfing” the net. Kelly had finally brought Brent out of the Stone Age!

Little did Brent know, that she had also set up a profile, and was also surfing the world of chat rooms. She felt a little guilty, at first, about the guys that always talked to her. Sometimes the were very nice, but most were childish and rude, wanting to see pictures of her in any form of nudity. Kelly was a little shy about talking with anyone, other than Brent about his or her sex life. Yet, it seemed that everyone of the guys she talked to wanted details on her private life. Most times she tended to just ignore their requests for conversations about sex, or her preferences in partners and positions.

Brent laughed as he remembered the first time he saw a guy messaging her with a request for “Cyber sex”. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on her conversation, but couldn’t drag himself away from watching. He found himself encouraging her to taunt the guy with what the guy wished her to admit. He had talked her into, reluctantly, giving the guy the conversation he was looking for. Brent relayed to her what she should say; being a guy and knowing what he would like to hear. She went along with the ruse for awhile, until he pushed the boundaries by asking for pictures of her nude. At that point she logged off, leaving him groaning out his protests that she should take a few, just for fun.

Now Kelly wasn’t a bathing beauty, yet she still had a nice figure, one that could still turn men’s heads her way. She was of medium height, a little on the full side in her figure, in part due to having children. She had nicely sized breasts, maybe a little less firm than they once had been, that always kept Brent happy. Her figure wasn’t anything she wanted to put into a bikini; the effects of child bearing made that unlikely. Yet she still had the rounded hips and hourglass figure, she once had, with a little extra padding. Brent always insisted on her wearing clothes she didn’t find appropriate, and refused to wear out in public. He had only relented when she finally compromised by wearing a low cut, denim dress that showed her ample cleavage and a drastic view of her legs.

She was a little uncomfortable being so exposed, yet she had agreed she needed to loosen up. Brent took a few “Glam” shots of her posing in different positions, allowing for the best views of her legs and the hint of what was beneath. She warmed up to the idea and even opened a few buttons to allow him a more risqué view of her breasts. After going through the pictures with him, they decided on a few that she could post.

He remembered the way that, after that, more and more guys began to message her. He found it fascinating that she had so many guys wanting to see her. After awhile, Brent eventually gave up watching her as she teased and taunted the guys that asked for pictures of her in the nude. She had become quite popular, as someone the guys could, easily get to talk sex with. He always smiled when she was “Cybering”; he knew that after a long session of this, she always took out its effects on her, with him.

For the longest time, about two years, he never once gave thoughts to meeting any of the people they talked to online. It wasn’t until he came home one night and noticed a file he couldn’t remember. He hit the arrow that opened it, and was floored by what he saw! There in all her glorious beauty, was Kelly, lying on the floor nude! He clicked through the file and found picture after picture of her in various stages of nudity. At points she had a look of total abandon, in others a look of sly adventure. But without variance, all of them showed parts of her he never would have believed existed. 

He wondered when she had taken them, and where she had gotten the outfits, which were beyond the woman he had known. His cock was stirring at the sight of her being so obviously sluttish. He was wondering when she was going to allow him to see them on her in person. He began to look forward to her returning from the store, so he could ask her to model them live for him. The kids were in bed, and tomorrow was Saturday, so they had no plans for getting up early. He was looking forward to the possibilities of the evening ahead. 

She returned home with some snacks, a movie, and a case of beer for him. They ate a quiet dinner for two, drank some wine, and then as they sat back to take in the movie. She asked him if minded her going online, as she wasn’t really interested in the movie after all. He didn’t mind and she excused herself to the room that they kept the computer in. He sat back and relaxed, drinking a few beers as the movie went on.

After an hour or so, the movie reaching it’s was reaching its inevitable end, Brent made his way to the bathroom. The several beers he had consumed were making their effects obvious. As he sprinted for the bathroom, he couldn’t help but notice that the door to the computer room was closed. After finishing his task, he made his way back to the door of the room, and could hear a soft moaning coming from within. Curious, he quietly opened the door and peered inside.

The sight inside flattened him! Kelly was sitting on the reclined computer chair nude! Her legs were splayed to either side of the table with a camera aimed at her pussy. She had several fingers furiously working over her excited clit and soggy pussy. She was moaning as if on the brink of orgasm. It was then that he noticed the green light on the camera, which told him that this performance was being sent out, live.

He stood amazed as he watched her bring herself to a quivering orgasm. Then heard her say in a sultry voice, “My God, did I just cum! Do you like what you saw? MMMM, I have juice running all down my ass baby, can you see it?” He then watched, stunned, as she moved her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean for the camera. She was oblivious to the fact that he was watching, and he made no attempt to alert her to his presence. For almost twenty minutes he watched as she masturbated for the eyes of some unknown observer.

She was talking into the headset he had gotten her for work. The headset had a built in microphone so she could work without needing her hands for the phone. Now it was a way for her to describe what was going on, to this unseen person, what she was doing for the camera, in sluttish terms he never knew she had ever even known. He was mesmerized as she spoke, like a wanton slut, to the unknown observer. He heard her agree to something, and then watched as she raised a large red, jelly textured dildo to her pussy and slowly insert it.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she began to frantically fuck herself with it. The whole time moaning and describing how good it felt to the person watching her. She began pinching her own nipples, in response to some unheard command from her observer. She worked herself into a furious orgasm, as she twitched violently in the computer chair. Her moaning got louder and more intense as she reached an explosive orgasm. He could not take his eyes from the action that was unfolding before him.

As if she realized her mistake, Kelly looked at the clock above the computer table and said, “Oh shit! I gotta log off; his movie should be almost done. I don’t want him catching me like this! I’ll chat with you later, OK?” She quickly put the dildo back in a bag by her feet and began the process of shutting down the computer.

Before she looked at the door, he quietly closed it and made his way back to the sofa and the end of the movie he had been watching. He quickly chugged down another beer, confused and yet, entranced by the performance Kelly had just given. He wondered how long she had been giving these little shows? Were the pictures he had found, for him, or for this mysterious guy? He slammed down another beer with a quick gulp, as he heard Kelly making her way back to the living room.

“Hey honey, how was the movie?” she asked. He decided to play along as if he had not just witnessed her little performance. He was amazed that she could look so calm, after what he had just watched her do. There wasn’t a hair out of place; she had even gone to the length of putting on some more perfume, to cover up the scent of her excitement!

He decided to go along with her, and just mumbled something about the movie being OK. He asked her, “So, what about you? Anyone interesting online tonight?”

Kelly shrugged in a non-committal way and said, “Nah, not really. Same old bull, you know! “Can I have a pic? What are you wearing? Do you like sex?’ you know the drill!’ She slid in beside Brent and pulled his arm over her, as the movie came to an end. He could feel her heart racing through the thin T-shirt she was wearing, but decided to leave that fact go.

Once the movie ended, Brent suggested that it was perhaps time to go to bed. Kelly said she wasn’t tired and that maybe she would stay up to catch the news. She kissed Brent goodnight, as he slowly made his way back to the bedroom. He was stunned that she could act as if nothing had just happened. His mind began to reel, as he considered the possibility that she would hide something from him like this. With a shrug, he made his way into their bedroom. He stared at the ceiling with the vision of her little show playing over and over in his head.

It took some time to register the fact that she had not joined him yet. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and noted that it was well past one am. He wondered what was keeping her? He got up and quietly walked back down the hall. The door to the computer room was again closed. He listened through the door for any sounds that might tell if she was on the computer, yet again.

He could distinctly make out the muffled sounds of her talking with someone. Again he quietly opened the door to listen in on what was going on. She was purring at something the person had suggested in her earphone. She never noticed him by the door peering in. Brent noted that she, again, was totally nude and had the camera on. He watched her silently as she talked to her unseen observer.

“Ohh, yeah that sounds like fun! I think I could do that yeah! Hold on while I move where you can see me!” she said into the mic. She moved back a little from the computer and again put her feet in a position to allow the viewer full access to an unobstructed view of her pussy and ass. He also heard the distinctive buzz of a vibrator, and watched as she began to rock back and forth in the chair. He could only assume she was using it as she was instructed by her viewer.

“No, he’s asleep! I’ve got as long as you want! He drank a lot of beers tonight so I can get as loud as I like, he’ll never wake up!” she told the person on the other end. “What else would you like me to use? I’ll do anything you ask Master!” she moaned, as she continued her assault on her pussy.

He was stunned at the word “Master” as it came form her mouth. For a moment he nearly decided to push in and break up her little show. Then something made him wait, to see just how far Kelly would go. He stood silently fuming, yet could not take his eyes off her. She was almost at the brink of another powerful orgasm; the chair began creaking wildly, as her need to reach her climax took over. Her head was pushed back into the headrest and her hips thrust out to meet every stroke of the vibrator, as she thrust it time and again into her quivering slash.

Brent could feel his own ragging hardness at the sight of his wife’s abandoned performance. He watched for the next ten minutes as she continued to pleasure herself with the vibrator, at times nearly screaming in pleasure. He wondered how she knew he wouldn’t awaken to this, and realized that he had gotten drunk a few nights in the past, and she must have done this before. The thought quickly ended his excitement, and his cock slowly went flaccid, fury taking over.

He listened again as she began asking her hidden “Master” what he wanted to see next. “I’ll do anything you tell me to. I only wish to please you Sir!” she purred at the mic. 

The conversation went on like this for nearly twenty minutes, her agreeing to his questioning and her telling him her every desire. He came to find out that she had a dark fantasy about being gang raped, as her helpless husband was forced to watch. How she fantasized about being used by five or six men, while she was helplessly tied up. She even admitted that being made to watch Brent’s face as she was ravaged, would make it so much sweeter!

Brent slowly closed the door and walked, in a haze, back to the bedroom he once thought of as a place of comfort. He moved to the bed like a zombie, no feeling left in his empty life. The woman he had loved, the woman who for years had told him everything; now wished to humiliate him without so much as a thought as to his feelings. He smoked a cigarette, and just sat as if he had been hit with a sledgehammer.

That night had been only six months ago, Brent thought to himself. He looked at the sun making it’s way below the horizon; only the dim redness of the sinking sun now lit the dreary sky. He again thought back to the following months that brought him, inevitably to this point.

The weather had taken a turn for the worse, as the rainy season seemed to take on a life of it’s own. The work slowed to almost none, and Brent had to look for a part-time job to help with the bills. He decided that he would drive a cab at night, in case day work became available, on the few days that it didn’t rain. He didn’t want to loose his position if work became available! The cab job seemed to be a viable option, and Kelly agreed that the money would only help.

For nearly a month, the rain seemed to never end. He found himself working long shifts, to make up for the lost time on the job. Some nights he would work as many as fourteen hours to make up the difference. Kelly worked all day at home, and sometimes late into the night as well. Brent couldn’t be sure if all that was actually work, or if Kelly was still doing her nightly performances.

He tried a few times to call home, only to find the line busy. He knew that at three in the morning, she was not working. His mood darkened as he realized she was again, with her “Master”! 

Brent decided it was time to find out just what Kelly was up to. He talked to any fare that knew about computers, anyone who might give him information on the working of one. He learned by trial and error how to navigate the computers systems, and what to look for, to find the sites that had been visited; and how long Kelly had actually been on at night, while he was working. He didn’t think of it as spying, as she had never told him what she did while he was gone! Soon he became adept at knowing how long Kelly had been on, and by accident one night, found out whom she had been talking to.


Betrayal Ch. 01



It had been a long day as Pilar cleaned her house. In just two days she would be celebrating six years of marriage with her husband, Scott. Since their actual anniversary fell on a Monday they had decided to celebrate the occasion over the entire weekend. The next day she was going to surprise Scott with a party that his sister, Jesse and her mother, Kim helped plan. Tonight, though she and Scott had the house all to herself. Her mother, Lacey, was watching her two children, four year old Shane and two year old Phil. 

Pilar heard Scott pull his Chevy pick-up into their driveway. She ran into the bathroom and pulled off the tight black robe she had on. She marveled at the sexy red lingerie ensemble she had purchased the previous day and how well it looked against her very light brown skin that had hints of red in it. People always marveled at her perfectly tanned skin and asked Pilar what her secret was. She laughed and told them genetics; her mother was black but her father hailed from Chile and she inherited his fair skin tone.

She made it back into the living room seconds before the door swung open and Scott stepped in carrying two huge cases of beer. He had gotten off work an hour ago and needed to unwind but when he saw his gorgeous wife and that barely there ensemble, Scott dropped the cases and lunged at her. Pilar laughed hysterically as Scott scooped her up and marched into their bedroom. "Kids?" he asked as he entered their sanctuary.

"With your mother." she told him and he kissed her madly as he laid her on their king size bed. He threw his body on hers and removed his shirt and tossed it over his head revealing his sun assisted tanned chest, broad shoulders and solid six pack abs. His blonde curls fell over onto the sides of Pilar's face as Scott plastered his pale lips onto her lightly red painted ones. She was glad she had brought the smear proof brand since Scott obviously was addicted to kissing her right at the moment.

"God I love you so much." Scott moaned and ripped off the skimpy underwear she had on. When she was completely naked Scott lifted himself off her irresistible body and pulled off his jeans and boxers. "Wait baby." he said as she wrapped her long legs around his waist preparing to be ravished by the man of her dreams.

"What?" she said breathlessly when he didn't slam his ten inch cock into her waiting hole. 

Scott grinned and gave Pilar a slow kiss as he untangled her legs. "There's something I've been wanting to try." He left from between her legs and got off the bed. Pilar sat up and watched Scott as he walked into her closet. She smiled as his tight ass moved just slightly as he walked. He turned on the light and reached up onto the top shelf and grabbed his camcorder.

"Oh hell no!" she screamed as he turned it on and placed it on the dresser that was in front of their bed.

"Oh come on sweetheart." he said in that sexy voice he used to convince her to go out on a date with him nine years ago. "I've always wanted to tape us fucking."

"I am not a porn star." she frowned and then gasped as Scott walked back to her and drove a finger into her wet pussy. 

"You're my porn star sexy. Do it for papi." 

God, why did he have to be so damn fine? Even after all the years they had been together Pilar still felt like a giddy school girl around him. She nodded her head and Scott pulled his finger from inside her and brought her to the edge of the bed in view of the camera. He bent down in between her legs and stuck his tongue where his plump index finger had been. Pilar screamed loudly and ran her hands through Scott's silky hair.

Scott used one hand to spread her lips apart and drove his tongue deeper and deeper until Pilar spasmed on it and he sucked up her running juices. "Oh Jesus! Please don't stop. Show my kitty how much you love her." Pilar bucked and rode Scott's face working up a second orgasm.

"I'm gonna make this pretty kitty purr." Scotty said between licks and when she came a third time he used his free hand to jerk his hard cock. "I'm ready to put it in you baby. Are you ready?" he asked feeling Pilar breathing rather heavily and her body shaking terribly.

"Give me a minute." she said softly and when the minute was up Scott got off his knees and positioned his dick at her entrance. "OK, I'm ready. Give it to me papi!" Her dirty talk was replaced with moans and screams as Scott pistoned her rapidly and brought the camera around for the shot. He focused on his thick dick sliding into Pilar's wet hole and stretching it to the max. He watched the action unfold on the screen and Pilar felt him grow inside her.

"Fuck! Watching this is such a turn on." Scott yelled and turned the camera to catch a glimpse of her bouncing 36 DD breasts. He grabbed one tightly as he felt her pussy tighten around him. He brought the camera back to where their bodies connected and he came hard inside her. He pulled out of Pilar and taped his cum freely spilling from her cunt. Pilar reached her hand down between her legs and wiped up some of Scott's cum and brought it to her lips. Scott nearly dropped the camera as he watched her lick her fingers clean. "I love this woman!" 

Pilar chuckled as Scott leaned over her and placed his lips over hers. "Remember this tape is for our eyes only." she said when he pulled away. Scott got up and pulled Pilar to the top of the bed after turning off the camera. He laid down and wrapped his beautiful wife in his arms. 

"Every night should be like this." he whispered and kissed her cheek lightly. "You know that I love you and Shane and Phil so much. You three are my life. I don't know what I would do without you." Pilar smiled so deep and rubbed his arms that were covering her breasts. 

"I know." she whispered and let her heavy lids take control and drifted off to sleep. She awoke the next morning and smelled breakfast cooking. She crawled out of bed and walked into her bathroom and pulled on her robe. She walked into the kitchen and saw Scott in front of the stove and finishing up breakfast. He looked over his shoulder and saw her enter.

"Breakfast will be ready in five minutes. Go have a seat." he smiled as he ordered her.

Pilar did as she was told and took a seat in the dining room. Scott walked in a few minutes later with two plates full of pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage and grits. He placed one plate in front of her and set the other in front of the chair next to her. He walked back into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of orange juice. He filled two glasses and sat down. He gripped Pilar's hand as they blessed the food. 

"We should let my mom keep the boys more often." Scott said as they began to eat.

"Maybe once or twice a month won't hurt." Pilar smiled in agreement. She marveled at the tasty meal and wished Scott would cook more often. And if it meant her letting him drain his balls inside her then so be it.

"So what are the plans for today?" Scott asked caressing her hand.

"Let me think about that and I'll let you know after breakfast OK." she smiled. The party tonight wasn't to start until eight o'clock. Jesse and her mother needed them out of the house by six so they could decorate so Pilar had to come with some idea to drag Scott away from beer chugging and Sunday afternoon football.

After breakfast Scott cleaned the kitchen and Pilar picked cleaned their bedroom. She stripped the sheets and threw them in the washing machine and then placed clean sheets on the mattress. Scott walked behind her and hovers over her 5'5 frame. "So how about we go out and have a nice lunch together and catch a movie?" Pilar suggested when Scott encased her in his strong arms. He pushed aside her dark chocolate hair that was at one point styled neatly around her neck. Thanks to him Pilar's hair was sticking out all over the place. Scott agreed to her ideas and softly kissed the back of her neck sending tremors down her spine.

"Well, let's get cleaned up. We can probably catch movie around 5:30."

"Why so late?" he asked and stole a glance at the clock on the nightstand. "It's barely eleven and we're not gonna spend three hours eating lunch."

"Baby, tickets for movies showing between four and six are only $6 each." she told him. Her husband was the king of bargains.

"When you put it that way we can find something to do until then." he smiled and Pilar laughed. 

"Let's jump in the shower babe." She patted his arms lightly signaling she wanted him to release her. He did and she walked into the closet as he headed into the bathroom. She picked out a beautiful gold dress that hung to her body tighter than Scott had a few moments before. She picked out a matching outfit for Scott. 

She joined him in the bathroom as he pulled off his boxers and walked to Pilar. He untied her robe and slid it off her delicate shoulders revealing her naked body. He leaned into her and kissed the skin of her collarbone. His penis shot up and Pilar took a hold of it.

"I didn't get a chance to thank you last night for the amazing orgasms I had." she smiled sweetly. She pushed on the toilet seat and knelt between his legs still stroking his now rock hard dick. Scott kept his eyes on her as she leaned over him and removed her hand replacing it with her mouth. Scott swept her hair away from her face so he could catch every minute of her sucking him off.

Scott threw his head back as she worked her mouth on him the way he liked. She knew how to take every inch in her mouth and still work her tongue around his shaft. Soon Scott started thrusting his hips upward allowing his cock to slid deeper down her throat. It always amazed him how Pilar never gagged and never backed down from his large member; she was simply amazing. Scott spilled his cum in her mouth and she swallowed every last drop. She released his now soft cock and lovingly caressed it causing Scott to stiffen back up.

"I must have pleased God in my younger years for him to have blessed me with the most wonderful woman in the world." Scott smiled as he grabbed her face and rubbed her cheek softly. She curled her lips in a smile as Scott leaned over her and kissed her gently. "Can we postpone the shower? I need a nap after that." Scott said and Pilar laughed lightly. She got up from her position and pulled him up and they both walked into their bedroom and crawled into bed to rest.

Pilar awoke at 2 o'clock on the dot and nudged Scott. "Baby, come on. Let's get up." He groaned and squeezed her tighter to his chest. 

"Can't we just lay in bed all day today?" he suggested. She giggled as he nuzzled her neck.

"No, come on. Do it for me." she said sweetly. Scott sat up and stretched.

"OK, only because I love you so much."

"I love you too." She sat up and kissed him before throwing the sheets off their naked bodies. They got out bed and went back into the bathroom. Scott started their shower and Pilar pinned up her hair to avoid it getting wet. They got into their huge bath tub and kissed and touched each other before they actually got cleaned.

Wrapping towels around their bodies they walked into their bedroom and Scott noticed the clothes that Pilar had picked out. "Are we going dancing later tonight?" he scoffed. "Don't you think this is too formal for lunch and a movie?"

"Hush and get dressed." she chided and sat at her vanity table and did her hair and makeup. Scott pulled on his clothes and as he was placing on his shoes Pilar slipped on a black lacy bra and panty set and slid the dress over her body. She pulled on her shoes as Scott slicked back his chin length hair into an attractive ponytail.

"I believe we are going to be the best dressed movie goers ever to grace the cinema." Scott joked as he took Pilar's arm and they went outside. They got into Pilar's Nissan Maxima and Scott drove to a nearby restaurant for lunch.

When they are seated Scott stared lovingly at Pilar as she looked over the menu. She glanced and caught his stare. "What?" she smiled.

"I was just thinking." he started. "How the hell have you put up with me for six damn years?"

Pilar chuckled and placed her menu down on the table. She reached across the table and enveloped Scott's left hand with hers so that their wedding bands touched. "A hell of a lot a prayer, meditation and great sex over the years." Scott grinned and brought her hand to his lips and kissed it lightly. "I could ask you the same question." she returned.

"Oh that's easy!" Scott replied. "I keep you around for the sake of my happiness and sanity."

"Oh, you're so selfish." Pilar laughed as their waitress approached their table and took their order. When their food was brought to them they ate and talked about small things.

When there was a lag in the conversation Scott asked, "So, when are we going to have a gorgeous daughter?" Pilar took a sip of her lemonade and nearly spit it back up. She stared at Scott baffled.

"What? You want another baby? Aren't Shane and Phil enough of a handful already?" she said and waited for his response. She would love to have a daughter but there was a chance that they could have another son and a fourth child would be out of the question.

"Well, a daughter would be nice especially if she came out looking exactly like you." Scott let out a sly grin and leaned over the table to whisper to her. "And you know making the baby is the best part." He rose in eyebrows in speculation and they decided to discuss the subject at a later time. They were done eating and it was a quarter to five so Scott paid the bill and they headed to the cinema to purchase their movie tickets.

Scott convinced Pilar to see the new action flick starring Jason Statham and while Scott was in the bathroom she pulled out her cell phone and called Jesse. "Hey, are you guys all set?" she asked her sister when she answered the call.

"Yeah, your mom and I just picked up the last of the decorations and we'll be heading to your place in a few." Jesse informed her. "The guests will arrive by eight so arrive five minutes after."

"Gotcha. Thanks again. Tell my mother I love her and I love you too." Pilar kissed the phone and hung it up quickly when she spotted Scott walking towards her.

Scott noticed three young punks eyeing his woman as he walked toward her. One looked as though he was gaining the balls to approach her when he was stopped dead in his tracks when Scott swooped her in his arms and kissed her hard.

"Ooh! What's gotten into you?" Pilar asked liking the public display of affection.

"Just showing you and everyone else how much I love you honey." he said loudly and aimed his tone at the three men less then twelve feet away from them. When they backed off he pulled Pilar to the theatre showing their movie. Easing into two empty seats Scott threw his arm around Pilar and the previews started.

The movie was actually very entertaining. The action scenes were sick and Pilar could listen to Jason Statham talk all damn day; his accent was sexy as hell. Pilar glanced at her watch as she and Scott walked to her car: 7:50. Perfect timing. It would take 15 minutes to drive home and by then all the guests should be there waiting for their arrival.

"We're heading home?" Scott asked. 

"Yeah." she replied.

Scott opened her door and she got into her seat. Scott closed her door and walked around to the driver's side and got in. Starting the car and putting it into the right gear he sped out of the parking lot and headed home.

Scott pulled into their driveway and noticed a large number of cars parked around the curbs of their neighbors' driveways. "Are the Samuels having a party?" Scott asked oblivious to the party they were about to walk into. Pilar shrugged her shoulders and wrapped her arms inside his as they walked to the door. Scott unlocked it and opened the door slowly. He flipped on the light and was hit with a loud and in unison, "Surprise!" He jumped back as he took in a handful of his and Pilar's family and mutual friends. His baby sister was in the middle of the crowd holding a beautifully decorated cake that read 'Happy Anniversary! Six Years of Wedded Bliss!'

Scott turned to Pilar and shook a finger at her. "You planned this didn't you?"

"I had to do something to show my wonderful husband and everyone else how much I love you honey." she smiled as Scott kissed her deeply.

"All right save that for later! We've got a party to start!" Kim shouted as she wiggled her way in between her daughter and son. She wrapped an arm around Pilar and swatted Scott away. "So, we did good huh?" she asked as Scott walked to his sister and hugged her. Pilar took in how magnificent her home looked in the silver, white and blue decorations, the same colors her wedding had adorned.

"Yes, thank you so much mommy." Pilar hugged her mother and the maid of honor, Pilar's best friend throughout childhood, Felecia walked over and handed Pilar a drink. 

"Six years! Congratulations!" Felecia exclaimed and she pulled Pilar over to their group of girlfriends. After an hour of chatting with guests Jesse put on some music and everyone happily swayed their bodies to the beat of the remix of Lollipop.

Scott pulled Pilar into the middle of the crowd and they danced as everyone encouraged the way they were all over each other. Before their dance could get any more provocative, the music was switched to This Woman's Work by Maxwell; Pilar's favorite song. She grinned from ear to ear as Scott pulled her so close to him and she whispered the lyrics in his ear. The other couples on the floor danced around them and marveled at how in love these two were.

Other songs begun to play but Scott had drug Pilar into a corner and had been kissing her so much that when it was time to cut the cake an hour later Pilar's lips were swollen. Scott stood behind Pilar as they cut the cake together and Jesse taped the moment. 

After the guest had gotten a slice, Scott's best friend, Vick who was also his best man, took a champagne glass and called attention to himself. He raised his glass for a toast.

"I just wanted to say that I have known Scott since we were freshmen in high school and of all the girls he dated I knew that Pilar was a special one."

Pilar blew a kiss to Vick as Scott nuzzled her neck.

"And the fellas and I did have a pool going on for how long the marriage would last and I did bet six years so guys please get divorced before the year is over and I'll collect the money and if you want I'll pay for you all to have a second wedding." The crowd laughed and Scott flipped the tall red head a bird.

"No seriously, Pilar and Scott I love you guys and I love Shane and Phil as if they were my own sons. Congratulations on having the marriage we all envy. Here's to sixty years for you guys!" He downed his champagne and everyone applauded loudly.

The party ended at eleven and a few friends stayed behind to help Jesse and Kim clean up. Pilar found Scott in the den with Vick and a few of his buddies preparing to watch the game they had missed on account of the party; Scott had conveniently set up the DVR to record the game. Pilar threw her hands up and went to help clean up.

An hour later Pilar walked Jesse to her car and hugged her tightly. "Thank you so much for tonight. I had so much fun!" Pilar told her and kissed the rose blushed cheeks of the sister she always wanted.

"Hey when your ten year anniversary rolls around tell Scott to go out with his boys cause us girls are having a private party and I'm bringing in strippers!" Pilar peeled over laughing as Jesse got into her Honda Accord and drove out of the community. Her mother left next but not before giving Pilar a hug and kiss goodbye.

Pilar walked back into her house and into the den. "Don't you think it's time for your boys to be heading out?" she said with her hands on her hips staring down at Scott as he sat in his favorite recliner in front of the entrance of the den.




Betrayal Ch. 01



"After the game is over babe." Scott said without looking up at her. Arguing about football was a never winning battle between them.

She walked to her bedroom and slipped off her dress and pulled her pajamas. She crawled into bed and drifted off to sleep.

"Hey, Scott remember the game we went to see upstate last year?" Vick said. "Didn't you tape that? Go get your camcorder."

"All right," he said and walked into his bedroom. He slowly walked into the closet and quietly retrieved his camcorder. He didn't want to wake Pilar. He grabbed it and walked back to the den. He hooked it up to the 48 inch plasma TV and as soon as he turned the TV to view the game he had recorded, moans were heard and to his horror the sex session he had with Pilar the night before was being shown on the screen.

"Is that you and Pilar?" Vick asked in disbelief. "You guys taped yourselves having sex?!" He pushed his bright red hair from his face and scooted to the edge of his seat as did the other guys.

"This isn't the right video." Scott was mortified and was about to turn it off when all of the guys protested. 

"No, no. Keep it on. I wanna see this." Vick slyly smiled.

"You guys are not watching me fuck my wife!" Scott yelled.

"Oh yes we are!" Another of Scott's friends jumped up and ripped the camcorder from Scott's hands. 

"OK, it's time for ya'll to go!" Scott yelled as she tried to grab the remote but Vick grabbed it before Scott could. 

Scott looked up and saw Pilar standing in the doorway. She looked over his shoulder and saw her pussy on the TV screen and Scott's hard dick pounding it roughly. Her face grew red with anger. She pushed past him and shut off the TV. Scott's friends groaned and Pilar pulled the one closest to her up and shoved him towards the door.

"All of you get the hell up out my house! NOW!" she screamed. The men took her tone serious and scampered towards the front door. When she heard the door slam shut behind the last guy she faced Scott. It was taking all of her strength not to sock the shit out of him. "You showed the tape to your idiot friends!" she accused.

"Baby, no!" he yelled. "They wanted to watch the game that me and Vick went to last year and when I hooked the camcorder up to the TV the tape popped up."

"I cannot believe you would do this! Your friends just got a free show of my ass! It's over!" she screamed. Her mouth was moving too fast and her brain couldn't stop from spilling the last two words.

"What do you mean it's over?" Scott barely whispered this minutes later after his own brain processed what she had said. For the minutes he was silent he was just staring at Pilar as her chest rose and fall rapidly in anger.

"You betrayed me Scott. If I had known you were going to give your friends a porn show I wouldn't have agreed to make that goddamn tape!" she screamed and marched out of the den. Scott followed her and grabbed her arm spinning her to him.

"It's not like that! I had no intentions of showing anyone the tape. Pilar I would never intentionally hurt you, you know that!"

"Take your hands off me!" she wiggled free and ran into their bedroom and grabbed a suitcase from the closet. Scott walked in and fought back his tears.

"Pilar, it's two in the morning. Where are you going?"

"I have to be away from you right now. I'm going to my mother's." She opened the suitcase and placed it on the bed. She walked back into the closet and grabbed a handful of clothes and shoes and stuffed them in the case. She snapped it shut and then pulled on a pair of jeans, a T-shirt and some tennis shoes. She grabbed the case and pushed past Scott.

"I'll pick up the boys from your mom's in the morning and I'll be back for our things after work tomorrow."

"Don't do this. Please just let me explain." Scott's plea fell on deaf ears as Pilar stormed out of the door. He heard her car start and Scott overturned the coffee table and cursed to the high heavens. What the fuck just happened? Was the woman he loved more than he loved breathing leaving him for a bullshit reason? No, this had to be a dream. Yes, he would wake up in the morning and Pilar would be snuggling up against him gently biting his nipple to wake him.

But the biting never came. Scott awoke the next morning on the floor of his living room. Broken glass was near his head and the trinkets Pilar had collected over the years were in shambles. Scott picked himself up and glanced at the father clock which read 7:03. He had less than an hour to get to work. He quickly showered and threw on his usual dirt covered jeans and a plain white T-shirt. Worn out brown boots were on his feet and he was out the door to the latest construction site.

Scott tried calling Pilar while driving to work but she didn't answer her phone. He left three messages and threw his phone in the back seat of his red pick up before getting out to complete his work for the day. 

After dropping Shane off at school and Phil at daycare Pilar headed to work. She had cried herself to sleep when she entered her mother's home and her eyes were puffy and she barely managed to maintain her wild hair and she ended up forcing it into a tight bun."Child, rough night last night?" Heather Kimple asked Pilar as she took her seat in the billing office for a credit card company. She and Heather had started working for the company around the same time and talked on friendly terms.

"You don't know the half of it." Pilar muttered as she turned on her computer and started to work to take her mind of Scott and their predicament. When her lunch hour rolled around she and Heather walked to a nearby fast food restaurant.

"So do you wanna tell me what's gotten you looking a hot mess this morning?" Heather asked as Pilar stuffed a wad of fries in her mouth. Pilar shook her head no and gave the chubby but cute brunette a look to drop it. "Well whenever you want to talk you know where to find me and you have my number." Heather finished her meal and got up from the table and placed her trash in the bin. Pilar watched Heather leave the restaurant and she stared out the window as a young couple emerged from a small convertible. The Hispanic girl hopped out of her seat and ran to the well built black guy and jumped in his waiting arms. He showered her face with kissed and Pilar swiped at the tear that had fallen onto her cheek. God, she didn't want to miss Scott so much but she had made up her mind after her two hour long cry the previous night. She rose from her seat and threw away her trash and headed back to the office.

She finished her day at 5:15 and headed to the daycare to pick up the boys. When she got there one of the employees informed her that Scott had picked up the boys half an hour before she had arrived. She drove home and when she walked through the door she smelled dinner cooking. She surveyed the mess in the living room and wanted to cry at the broken African figurines she collected that were smashed to pieces. "Shane! Phil!" she screamed and her stunningly handsome little boys, who each were the spitting image of their father, ran out of their shared bedroom and clung to her legs.

"Mommy! You're home!" Shane screamed. Phil held out his arms to her begging to be taken into her arms. She bent down and scooped the toddler up and kissed his cheek. Scott emerged from the kitchen wiping his hands on a dishtowel. 

"Hey babe. Dinner should be ready in about ten minutes." he said as if last night didn't happen. 

"I didn't come home to eat dinner." she spat. "I came to get the boys. Go get your coats." She said to her sons as she put Phil on the floor. The boys rushed to their rooms and Scott looked at her shocked.

"Pilar, you can't be serious. You're leaving without even talking to me. I think I deserve for you to at least hear my side of the story." Scott said in disbelief.

"I don't care about your side of the story!" She threw up her hands signaling she was through. "Come on boys!"

"You're not taking my sons out of this house." Scott said in a low but threatening tone. "Goddamn it woman! I can't believe you're acting this way! Do you know how crazy I've been going today thinking you were gonna leave me? Huh?!" he screamed and she jumped back but then returned to her stance and was determined to stand strong.

"Fuck you!" she screamed. "I am leaving and I am taking the boys! Shane! Phil! Let's go!" Her boys came running out with their coats on and Pilar pulled them outside to her car with Scott hot on her trail. She placed the boys inside her car and ignored Scott's begging and pleading.

"Don't do this! Please!" he yelled and he banged on her window when she got into her car. Shane and Phil were screaming in the backseat, Scott was yelling outside and Pilar couldn't stop her tears as she put her car in reverse and raced to her mother's house.

Kim did her best to calm her daughter and grandsons when they burst through her door. She listened to Pilar cry on her shoulder and excused her profanities since she was so distraught. "Sweetie, you know I love you but I don't think Scott meant to intentionally harm you. It's not like the tape was posted on YouTube."

Pilar couldn't help but laugh. What did her mother know about YouTube? "I know ma, but I specifically told him the tape was for our eyes only and he shows it to his horn dog friends and I know at least two of them had crushes on me while Scott and I were dating and now they know what I look like naked." She shuddered at the thought.

"Now listen to me, Scott loves you to death and he loves the shit out of these boys. I couldn't have picked a better husband for you or father for my grandsons. Don't let this small incident ruin what you two have together." Kim rationalized.

Pilar kissed her mother's cheek and took her boys who were fast asleep into the guest room. She laid them on the bed and caressed their little faces. She bent over them and kissed each of their cheeks. 

"You can stay here as long as you want but I suggest you talk to Scott before you make any rash decisions." Pilar heard her mother say as she stood in the doorway.

Pilar ate dinner and fell asleep in the bed with her sons and awoke the next morning and dressed for work. She dropped the boys off at school and daycare before heading to work. She talked to her supervisor and made plans to leave work an hour earlier so she could get to the boys before Scott could.

This went on for a week and Scott was going crazy. Pilar wouldn't accept his calls and he hadn't seen his sons. He didn't want to take legal action since he was hoping and praying that Pilar would come to her senses and come home. When it was evident she wasn't Scott rushed home from work and changed into clean clothes and decided to head to the local precinct. Pilar couldn't keep Shane and Phil from him; he was their father and he felt he hadn't done anything that deserved them to be taken from him. He was about to head to the door when the doorbell rang. 

Thinking it was Pilar he rushed to the door but then slowed in his tracks; Pilar had a key. Why would she ring the doorbell? He reached the door and opened it and saw a man dressed in a black business suit. The man looked like a lawyer and Scott's heard sank. 

"Scott Carnelli?" the man asked. Scott nodded his head and the man pulled some papers from his inside pocket and stretched them out to him. The man turned on his heels and walked to his car. Scott closed the door and sat on the couch as he unfolded the paper.

His heart really did sink as he read the documents. Pilar had went to a lawyer and had divorce papers drawn up. She was citing irreconcilable differences and Scott's anger boiled over. How can you reconcile an issue without at least talking about the issue? He read he had 30 days to sign the papers and return them to Pilar's lawyers. 

Scott balled the paper up and threw it across the room. If Pilar thought he was giving up on her that easy, she was sadly mistaken.



Betrayal Ch. 01



Rick leaned back against the headboard of the bed. Chandra sat on his lap, facing him. His hard cock rested against her belly. Sunlight filtered in through the closed blinds of his bedroom window. The house remained silent. He could hear the ticking of the old-fashioned clock on the dresser. 

"So you want to fuck your niece?" Chandra's hand pressed his cock into the soft flesh of her stomach. 

"I didn't say that." He stroked her nipple. "I can't help getting hard as a rock when Penny walks into the room. I wish I could change it."

"Have you told her?" Chandra ran her fingers over the head of his dick. 

"Of course not. You look like Penny." He studied her face, still circling her nipple with his finger. "Your nose is different, though."

Chandra laughed. "So you're fucking me because I look like Penny?"

"Probably." 

"Oh, that's just too hot, Rick. We can pretend I'm her, then. Just give in to your fantasies and call me Penny." 

"That might exacerbate the problem."

"Or it could give you a release from it." She grinned. "And I like to role play."

Yes, she did, Rick thought. That was one of the more pleasant aspects of fucking Chandra. She'd become whoever you wanted her to be. "You missed your calling. You should have been an actress."

"I like being a secretary. I get to meet the hottest men that way." She grinned and rubbed his cock. "So what do you want to do, Uncle Ricky? Do you want to fuck my tight little pussy?" She moved off his lap. "Or should I give your hard cock a good sucking first?"

"Whatever you feel like doing." He slid down so his head rested on the pillow. "My wife won't be home until five, so we've got the entire afternoon."

"This is so naughty, Rick. Fucking your niece behind your wife's back. I think I might come just from thinking about it." She swirled her tongue over the head of his cock.

Rick didn't answer, just closed his eyes at the sudden lurch of sensation. Perhaps he shouldn't have confessed his problem to Chandra, but he had to tell someone. He certainly couldn't tell Annie, his wife. She'd call him a pervert and toss him out on his ear. Nor could he discuss the issue with Joe, his brother.

Chandra's mouth descended over Rick's cock. Warm, wet, it pulled at him. The sharp edges of her teeth grazed his shaft, and he opened his eyes. Her cheeks hollowed out with suction. Her lips, wide and rose red, circled his dick. Yes, she did look like Penny, he thought. He could see Penny doing this. The thought made his balls ache. 

He arched up into her mouth, grabbing the sheets beside him to keep from clutching at her hair. 

She took hold of the shaft and slid her fist up and down. Her lips slid from the head. "Come for me, Uncle Ricky. Then you can lick Penny's sweet little pussy until she comes all over your face." Her tongue swiped at his cock, and then she engulfed it again with her mouth. 

He shuddered. The ring of her throat closed over the head. 

The bedroom door opened.

"Oh, God – Annie!" Rick arched and a spit of come shot from his cock just as Chandra pulled her lips away. It seemed to fall in slow motion to land on his belly. 

The bedroom door shut again. This time it slammed shut. He could hear Annie's footsteps stomping down the stairs. "Get dressed," he said. A hollow space in his stomach made him want to retch. "And leave by the front door. I'll get her into the kitchen so you can avoid her."

"I'll talk to her if you want," Chandra said as she pulled on her shirt. All the playfulness had left her voice. She sounded sad now. "She can scream at me and call me a slut if it helps." 

"No. It's better if I handle it." He stood, stepped into his jeans, fastened them, and then headed for the door. Chandra followed him down the stairs, exiting through the front door as he headed for the kitchen. 

Annie was already there. She had a bottle of beer in her hand and a scowl on her face. No tears yet, he thought. They'd come soon enough. Dressed for work, she wore a dark suit coat, a skirt, and a frilly white blouse she'd bought last week. Her makeup looked perfect. She always looked perfect for work. He preferred her all warm and cozy in bed, long hair down and curling in complete disorder. He'd better talk fast if he wanted to have her that way again. 

"How long?" she asked. The words came out in two sharp stabs. 

"A few months." He waited for the next stab. 

"Get out." The words didn't stab – they floated out into the air and caught him like a left hook to the jaw. 

"Wait a minute..." He took a step toward her.

"I mean it, Rick. Get out and don't come back." She took a drink of the beer and then upended it into the sink. "I'll file for divorce in the morning."

The hollow feeling in his stomach filled with bile. Divorce? That was too quick. She should have screamed, hit him, tossed the beer at him – something. Instead, she strode past him like a model on the runway and headed upstairs. A door slammed shut. He scowled at the ceiling. Damn it. He'd done it this time and an apology wasn't going to work with an offense this big. She needed time to cool down, time to think about it before he tried to talk her out of a divorce. 

He headed up the stairs and looked into the bedroom. 

A wad of sheets hit him in the head. "Take these with you!" 

All right, so she was winding up to it. Fine. If she'd just screech at him and get it over with, he might be able to calm her down enough to listen. He stood motionless in the doorway, watching her pace back and forth. 

"I told you to get out." 

That wasn't a screech. It was a monotone command. 

"Where am I supposed to go?" he asked softly. 

"I don't really care. Go with your girlfriend." 

"She already left." 

Annie stopped pacing, turned to stare at him, and shook her head. "Go to Joe's then. I just want you out of here."

The dead look in her eyes turned him away. He went back to the kitchen, pulled the phone from its charger, and dialed his brother's number.

#

Rick started the car, glanced up at the house, and then pulled it slowly out of the drive. Damn it, he thought. Damn it, damn it, and double damn it. He turned toward Joe's house and gunned it down the street. The car rounded the corner too swiftly, and he took his foot off the gas. "Shouldn't be driving in this state," he muttered, but didn't stop. It wasn't all that far, and he could make it. 

He forced his hands to loosen on the wheel and turned the corner onto the main street between his house and Joe's. Annie couldn't be serious, he thought. A divorce? She didn't even try to talk about it. Just kicked him out like a stray dog after two years. Granted, he'd spent most of the last year trying to ignore Chandra's thinly veiled attempts at seduction, but he'd only given in three months ago. Annie didn't want to know any of that. She just wanted him out. 

"Damn it." He thumped the heel of his hand on the steering wheel. 

The road curved, and he slowed the car. "You're just lucky there isn't a cop out here," he told himself. The speedometer read sixty, and the sign said forty-five. A female cop would toss the book at him, he thought. She'd side with Annie, tell him what a loser he was, and lock the barred door behind him. 

He slowed further to take the turn into Joe's neighborhood. Familiar houses appeared. Joe lived in their dad's old house. Rick knew most of the neighbors from childhood. He picked up speed again and the old house appeared at the end of the street before he slowed down. Ivy-covered brick, shuttered windows, and the large porch seemed like a haven. He pulled into the drive, parked the car, and headed to the kitchen door. 

Joe waited for him, two open beers on the table. "So what happened?"

Rick slumped into the yellow, fifties style chair and picked up the beer. "She wants a divorce," he said. He hadn't told Joe anything over the phone, just asked permission to go over and talk. 

"What did you do?" Joe raised his bottle to his lips. His grey eyes studied Rick. "Or should I ask 'who did you do'?"

"Chandra." 

"Jesus, Ricky. Can't you keep your dick in your pants?"

"Apparently not." He sighed, and some of the anger faded. "Am I that bad, Joey? I didn't cheat on her until three months ago."

"For you, that means true love." Joe set the bottle on the table and leaned back. "Take some advice, little brother. Don't get married again." 

"Why do you think I didn't get married before that?" At thirty-eight, he thought he'd waited long enough. "I need a place to stay, Joe. She'll freeze my bank account until we finalize it. The credit card, too, probably. She's pretty angry."

"What about staying with Chandra?"

Rick shook his head. "Much as I like to fuck her, living with her would drive me crazy." He paused. "And that would just make Annie worse, I think." 

"No hope of reconciliation, then?" 

"Maybe, if I wait it out."

Joe nodded, and fingered the beer on the table, staring at it thoughtfully. "So how long would you want to stay?"

"However long it takes to finalize the divorce, or get her to be reasonable." 

"Months, at least." Joe sighed. "I think you need to make more changes than she does if you want to reconcile."

"Probably." It didn't pay to argue with Joe. He had his opinions, and nothing Rick said would change them. 

"Okay, you can stay. Just keep the drama outside the house, will you? Penny doesn't need to listen to you fight with Annie."

"I'll keep the fighting away from the house." 

#

The bed of Joe's '55 Chevy truck looked overloaded. "I didn't realize I had so much crap," Rick commented as he shut the door behind him. Annie stood in the drive, arms crossed over her breasts, staring at the truck as if wishing a hole to hell would open beneath it.

"You can get rid of what you don't need. Let's get out of here before she decides to take a crowbar to the headlights." Joe watched the rear through the side mirror as he backed out. 

"Thanks for this, Joey. I don't know what I'd do otherwise. She really did freeze the damned money." He'd found that out the next day, when he tried to withdraw enough to give Joe some gas money.

"What are brothers for?" He put the truck in gear and they rumbled forward down the street. "You'll pay me back eventually."

"I'm expecting a royalties check soon. I'll put it in your account." 

"Hold onto it, Rick. You'll have to pay a lawyer." 

Rick nodded, and looked out the window until they pulled up in the drive of Joe's house. Joe backed in, parked, and then lowered the tailgate to get the first box. 

Rick grabbed the second one as Chandra and Penny came through the kitchen door. 

"Need help?" Chandra asked.

Two peas in a pod, Rick thought. It was an old phrase his mother used about Joe and him, but it fit these two women better. Chandra wore a tight pair of jeans, and Penny wore jeans shorts, but the little half-shirts matched in everything except color. Dark hair, green eyes, and full lips matched. Chandra's nose had a classic line, and Penny's looked a little more pert and upturned, but their features were markedly similar. 

Rick nodded toward the truck. "Just grab something and haul it upstairs. The only think I ask is to leave the bed clear. I'd like to sleep tonight." 

Penny's giggle pushed his dick against the zipper of his jeans. "Is Chandra going to sleep over?"

"I just might, honey," Chandra answered, grinning as she pulled a box toward the tailgate. She picked it up. "But only if I can fit in the room."

Joe disappeared into the house with the first box.

"I take it you two have been getting to know each other," Rick commented, following Joe.

Penny's laugh shivered through Rick's nerve endings. "In a manner of speaking, yes." 

Chandra's softer chuckle mingled with Penny's laugh. "I'll be sure to tell you all about it, Ricky." 

The suggestion was clear, and Rick tried not to imagine such a graphic scene. He tried, failed, and his cock pushed harder against his zipper. 

Laughter flowed up and down the stairs as they worked to empty the truck. Joe, stalwart and strong in spite of his studious habits, set the last box in the hallway. "Can't fit anything else in there without a crowbar," he said. "I have class tonight, so you'll have to get Penny to help you unpack."

"What is it this time?" Rick asked. Joe taught college classes, and, in the summer, it was mostly night work. 

"The American Civil War," Joe said, and he grinned. "My favorite." 

Rick nodded. At least Joe left work at work. Rick's interests were more about the darker side of the universe, which is why he wrote horror stories. Death and dismemberment were far more interesting without dates and names to remember. He made a living out of it, which was more than most writers could say. "I'll get started on unpacking tomorrow," Rick said. 

"I'll help," Penny offered. "I haven't anything to do until later tomorrow night."

"She has a hot date," Joe commented dryly.

Penny patted her father's arm. "Freddie's just a friend, Daddy. You don't need to get all parental."

"You're twenty-three, Pen. I gave up worrying about your sex life years ago." Joe turned toward the stairs. "I have to put the truck in the garage. It looks like rain."

And he left Rick with the women. Both sets of green eyes, one set slightly darker than the other, settled on his zipper. 

"I think I need to leave you alone with Chandra." Penny's voice sounded very innocent. 

"Good idea, honey," Chandra said, and licked her lips. "Uncle Ricky needs some private time." 

Penny giggled. "I'll be in my room if you need me." Her butt swayed down the hall. She closed the door to her bedroom behind her.

Chandra laughed and moved into Rick's arms. "She really does get you going." Her hand tugged at the button of his jeans. 

Rick stepped back. "Can we at least go into the room and shut the door?"

She nodded and followed him through the path they'd left between boxes to the bed. "You know I'm not the jealous type, Rick. I wouldn't mind if you really were fucking her." 

"That might be a relief if I really was. I'm not, and I don't plan to." He slipped out of his jeans, and his cock jumped like a hungry fish out of his boxers. 

"She thinks you're hot for her." Chandra wiggled out of her tight jeans. Her underwear, pink and brief, tangled down her thighs as she tugged them down. 

"I suppose that's pretty obvious." He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it over a box.

Chandra followed suit, and then rolled onto the bed. "She doesn't know for sure, yet."

The coverlet felt soft beneath his skin. He stretched out a hand and cupped her breast. "So you discussed me while I was gone?"

"We did more than that." Chandra arched her breast up into his hand. 

"Did you seduce her, Chandra?" Rick's cock lurched at the question. He could see them, naked, pressed against each other, kissing and touching. 

"Not entirely." Chandra wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke. "We didn't have time before you came home, but I did get to lick her nipples."

Rick pushed her hand away and climbed over her spread thighs. 

"She has very plump titties."

"So do you." Rick used his hand to push his cock against her pussy. "And you're very wet, Chandra. Are you sure you didn't do more than lick a nipple or two?" 

"She kisses like an angel. I swear I could come just from kissing her." 

He pushed inside. 

Chandra raised her hips to meet him. "It's like kissing yourself exactly the way you'd want to be kissed."

He pumped in and out, the pace starting fast and increasing. The two of them, almost twins, kissing and licking and touching. If only he could add himself to the mix. 

"That makes you hot, does it, Ricky?" She swirled her cunt around his cock, moving her hips in swift rhythm to match his. 

He couldn't answer. His breathing sounded ragged and intimate, harsh between them. 

"I had my knee between her legs, and she rubbed off on me." Chandra's voice strained in soft gasps. 

The headboard began to bang against the wall. 

"She moaned against my lips. She sucked on my tongue like a dick." Chandra grabbed his arms. She scratched at his back. "I'm going to come, Rick! God, this is so hot!" Her back arched and her wordless cries echoed in the box-crowded room. 

Rick pounded harder, pushing and retreating as if he could do nothing else. He could see Chandra and Penny writhing together in a frenzy of sexual hunger. He shoved deep inside Chandra, and pumped load after load of come out of his aching cock. 

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(Check back in about a week for chapter two -- Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed this! 

Dee)



Betrayal Ch. 01



"I finally had him last night," the tall dark-haired woman said excitedly as she laid out her towel, "and let me tell you, it was worth all the hard work."

"You're kidding!" the smaller, but no less pretty redhead answered.

"Mmmm, no I'm not. Derek Small is amazing."

"So, my dear," the second woman said, putting a phony sultry tone into her voice, "dish with all the dirty details."

Emma glanced up from the book she was reading and just as quickly buried her nose again, but her ears were extended to pick up the conversation of the newly-arrived pair as they leaned back in their chaise lounges to gossip.

Despite the twinge of shame she felt at eavesdropping on her neighbors at the swimming pool everyone in the complex shared, she wanted to hear what the women were discussing, because she knew the man they were talking about and the previous evening she'd heard most of the liaison. You see, the man had recently moved into the townhouse next to Emma and Peter.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

As the moving van and a stuffed-to-the-gills SUV had arrived that early June morning nearly a month earlier, Emma had been watering the hanging baskets on her front porch. As the new owner strode up the walkway, key in hand to unlock the door, she felt her eyes pulled to stare at him. Later she realized this experience might be just the source of the term "animal magnetism" because that was something Emma had certainly felt. She wouldn't have been able to look away -- even if she'd wanted to.

Mounting the two steps to their shared porch, the man looked up at Emma standing on a kitchen chair and smiled. It was simply dazzling.

"Oh, hello. I'm your new neighbor, Derek Small."

Emma quickly got down off the chair, walked three steps and immediately felt her hand engulfed by Derek's as they shook. His presence completely overwhelmed her.

Her voice came out in a squeak. "Emma Richards. I live here with my husband Peter."

Derek was well over six feet and ruggedly handsome with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. She thought of a swimmer as her eyes quickly skittered over his body: broad shoulders tapering to a small waist. His shorts allowed his strong legs to readily show. A wave of heat flowed over Emma being so close to him.

Dragging her mind back, she realized he had gone on with his introduction and she hadn't taken in a word of it.

"I, um, live here with my husband," she repeated lamely.

Derek's eyes lit up with humor. "Yes, I know; you already said that."

"I teach school. I'm off for the summer now."

"I start a new job tomorrow and I've got a hell of a lot of work to do today, so if you'll excuse me?"

"What? Oh, certainly. I understand completely."

Emma went over, grabbed the kitchen chair and scurried inside. Shutting the front door, she leaned against it. What the heck had just happened?

Their new neighbor soon brought another change to Emma's life. Emma's and Peter's townhouse was on the end of one row. The configuration of the interiors meant that their bedroom was separated from Derek's by just the wall. Even though it was made of cinder blocks, loud sounds came through it pretty clearly. They also shared a common balcony, separated by a wood privacy wall. Within a week, Emma began hearing sounds from Derek's bedroom, very specific sounds, very embarrassing sounds, the sounds of lovemaking.

Her husband Peter's job was a very exhausting one, and he'd always been able to fall into a deep sleep very quickly, anyway. His head would hit the pillow, and he'd be out like a light. Emma enjoyed sitting up in bed to read until she got sleepy. It being summer vacation, she could indulge herself quite late.

Five days after Derek moved in, it happened for the first time. It was a Friday night and Peter had suffered through a hellacious week at work, not getting home until after 8:00 most nights. That Friday, he'd managed to get in by 6:15.

Emma was very disappointed that he'd conked out not a half hour after they'd finished dinner. It had been well over a week since they'd made love, and with Peter going out to play golf with some of his fellow employees the following morning, he'd gone right up to bed.

She'd watched TV until 10:00 and then come up to bed to read for a bit. Emma had barely gotten on the long tee-shirt she slept in when she heard it: sounds in Derek's bedroom. He had a female visitor.

Getting into bed, she propped up her pillow and grabbed her book from the night table. Peter was turned away on his side, snoring softly. Since it was a coolish night, Emma hadn't turned on the air conditioning and the sliding door to the balcony was open.

Derek and his guest moved onto his side of the balcony. Figuring their talking might disturb Peter, Emma got up and padded across the room to shut the door. Reaching out for the handle, she froze.

They were kissing. After a few moments, the woman moaned softly. Emma should have immediately slid the door quietly shut, giving them their privacy, but she didn't. Possibly it was the disappointment that Peter had come home, eaten dinner and gone to bed, but Emma just stood with her hand on the door, listening as things quickly heated up on the adjoining balcony.

The woman seemed to be quite excited already, and though she was keeping her voice down, Emma could hear everything she said very clearly.

"Oh, that's it, lover. Suck on them. Mmmm... Oh, yes, that's so good..."

Emma felt her face burning, but it wasn't just with shame at eavesdropping on something so intimate.

Sliding the screen open very quietly, she stepped out onto the balcony. Infinitely slowly, she then closed the inner door. Best not to have Peter be disturbed. But if someone had asked Emma at that moment why she wasn't back in her own bed minding her own business, she couldn't have given a good answer.

More kissing sounds, quiet moans and the sounds of clothes rustling. With her heart pounding and the blood singing in her ears, Emma stepped forward to the privacy fence. The edges of the wood had been butted together, but the wood being thin and probably green, the fence had warped a bit. Emma looked through a crack.

Derek was standing in the dark with his back inches from the fence. Emma couldn't see the woman, blocked by him as she was, but her white blouse could easily be seen in the shadows at her feet. Derek's shirt was open. His belt moved a bit, then she saw the woman's hands reaching around to pull out his shirt. The pants dropped to Derek's knees and Emma was amazed to see that he didn't have on any underwear.

"Oh my goodness," the woman giggled, "there's nothing small about you, dear Derek!"

Silence for a moment, then Emma saw the woman kneel, her hands gripping Derek's muscular bottom.

Emma felt herself blushing furiously. She could easily guess what was happening without Derek's low groans and the sloppy wet sounds.

Of course she knew what oral sex was, but she'd never experienced it, either giving or receiving. She'd heard a lot about it from her fellow coeds in college, but well, she'd never had the courage to try it with Peter, and there certainly hadn't been anyone else to whom she'd been close enough. Peter, being pretty conservative and inexperienced when they'd met and married at 29, had also never done it for Emma. It wasn't something either of them felt comfortable bringing up. She innately knew that Peter would find sucking on someone's genitals completely disgusting. 

Emma felt her heart pounding in her chest and her head felt faint. The woman, not 3 feet away from her was giving her handsome new neighbor a very enthusiastic blow job.

"It's feels so naughty doing this on your balcony," the woman sighed at one point, "but I hope no one can see us. I don't need the neighbors gossiping."

"Relax. No one can see anything, certainly not you hidden below the railing."

"What about the people next door? Tom and I can hear a lot that goes on in the townhouses next to ours."

"They go to bed very early, I think. I haven't heard anything other than a low rumble when they're talking, certainly nothing like what we're doing now. But perhaps you're right. Let's take this inside. I want to eat what I'm sure is a very tasty little pussy."

"And I can't wait to have this fine specimen of a hard cock inside me after that," the woman said as she rose from her knees.

Emma was shocked to see in the dim light a neighbor from the other end of the complex, a woman, pretty and blonde, who spent her afternoons at the pool with her two small children.

Going inside, they shut the balcony door. Emma reentered her bedroom and returned to bed, fully intending to mind her own business by finishing her novel. Leaning back, her head contacted the connecting wall. She could hear sounds from the other side. Her neighbor (Julie? Jenny?) was moaning loudly, exhorting Derek to savage her pussy with his tongue.

Turning her head, Emma pressed her ear against the wall and could hear even better. After a few minutes the woman enthusiastically orgasmed. Silence for a few moments, then the woman groaned louder still.

"Oh my God, Derek, it is so big! Please go slowly."

Emma was breathing fast, and with a rush of embarrassment, she realized her panties had become soaked. She felt the overwhelming urge to touch herself.

Masturbation was the only way Emma had ever orgasmed. Sometimes when she was single, she'd resorted to it when she felt her concentration suffering because of the time of the month. The urge was always strongest midway through her cycle, and when she felt it was getting in the way of real work, she'd use her hand to quickly bring herself off. Occasionally, she'd have to do it more than once a month. It wasn't something she actively looked forward to, touching herself intimately was just something that occasionally needed doing, like the laundry or yard work.

When Peter and she had married, he would occasionally use his hand on her, bringing her to delicious cums (as she began to think of them after reading a volume of Victorian erotica) before he stuck his erection into her for several frantic moments of pumping before he came. Lately, Emma had begun to feel it was all very mechanical on his part and not particularly satisfying.

Now she had her head pressed to the wall, listening to the enthusiastic sounds of her two neighbors going at it. From the woman's noises, it was clear she was greatly enjoying what Derek was doing to her. Emma distinctly heard the woman come twice more while Derek made love to her. Amazing. Emma had never felt even the first twinge of an impending cum when Peter and she made love, and even if she had, she knew she couldn't manage one in the short time he'd be inside her. Except for those rare occasions when he'd touch her, she usually had to wait until he'd fallen asleep before she could gain her own relief. Peter was a good man, but not imaginative in bed, according to what she knew of Victorian mores -- or those of her new neighbor, at least.

Almost as if of their own volition, her hands stole down to her sodden panties. Moving very carefully so as not to disturb her husband, she removed them and pulled her feet up towards her, spreading her legs under the sheet.

She was absolutely drenched.

Dipping two fingers of her left hand down low, she gathered up some of the moisture, then slid them slowly up her widening slit. As both fingers drifted deliciously across the hard little nubbin of her clitoris, she stifled a surprised gasp at how far along she already was. With her other hand, Emma spread her labia apart, further exposing her "pleasure button" (another favorite term from her Victorian literary pursuits).

As the lovebirds next door spent the next 90 minutes in more enthusiastic "fucking" (a very naughty word indeed!), Emma masturbated herself to two furious cums, the strongest she'd ever experienced. In order not to wake Peter (how could she ever explain what she was doing?), she bit down hard on her forearm, groaning out her release as quietly as she could. Instinctively, she knew it somehow also dampered the intensity.

That night as she slept heavily, Emma dreamed for the first time about Derek's cock.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Emma had been brought up with a pretty sheltered life. Her parents had been very strict, not allowing her to date until she was nearly 17. Sex was never referred to in the house, and everything she knew about it had been gained from overheard conversations and the odd magazine article. In college, she'd been quietly studious, staying away from the post-secondary lifestyle. She'd dated a few guys, all of whom had expected one thing, and she hadn't found a single one that she'd even liked enough to do more than neck with a bit.

After getting her degree, she'd got a job teaching in a small city about 500 miles from where she'd grown up. At school, all of the male staff were married, not that it stopped them from occasionally hitting on her, she'd soon found out to her disgust.

Emma was quite pretty, something she just accepted as a matter of course. Standing 5 foot seven, she was lean and muscular since she'd always loved sports, playing field hockey, basketball and softball all through high school and on into college as much as she could find time for.

She kept her honey blonde hair shortish, above the collar, and the cut was more male than female, but it suited her pixy-ish looks. She had a small upturned nose, gray-blue eyes and a nice mouth with generous lips -- if she were to notice those sorts of things. Male eyes always followed her, but she didn't notice that, either. She dressed nicely, but never provocatively , preferring longer skirts and dresses and loose-fitting slacks. Her bathing suits were always one-piece, and her lingerie could best be described as "utilitarian". When she wore make-up, it was always discreet: a little mascara, maybe some blush, but she didn't really need even that. The sexiest thing about her, though, was her voice. It was surprisingly low and sultry. Peter said it was what had first attracted him to her and he loved to hear her talk. Actually, this was true for most men. 

If Emma had only realized it, everything about her made a very alluring package.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The next morning, she felt ashamed of what had happened the night before. Peter told her she looked as if she'd had a very good sleep indeed, and had enthusiastically mounted her, using his morning erection as an excuse.

"You're much wetter than usual, my dear."

"I must have had some sort of dream last night, but I don't remember it," she lied.

Peter looked down at her and smiled as he thrust merrily away. "But it's really nice. I certainly enjoy making love to my adorable little wifey."

"And I like making love to you, too," she answered, but felt the hollowness of her words.

Peter was out the door 45 minutes later to spend the day golfing with his buddies. Normally, Emma would have looked forward to her morning run, then a day spent tidying the house, puttering in her gardens or just reading on the hammock under the trees.

Today, though, she felt very restless, unable to concentrate on anything or to sit still. She went out for a long run, and came back sweaty, but still uneasy. After getting out of the shower, she went into the bedroom, stood in front of the mirror doors of the closet and slid her bathrobe off her shoulders.

It had been a long time since Emma had looked at the self in the nude, and certainly not with such blatant appraisal. Concerning her physical attributes, her motto had always been "it is what it is" and didn't dwell on them.

She had always readily acknowledged that she had a pretty face. Today, though, she was studying other things.

Emma's breast were not particularly big and rode high on her chest. Even at 34, they hadn't sagged an iota, her nipples weren't huge, but when she was excited, they got very hard and her areolae puffed out nicely, giving her breasts a pointy look -- sort of like they were now, she realized. They also got very sensitive. She experimentally tweaked one, a very naughty thing to do. Oh yes!

Her tummy was nice and flat and her waist small. Her hips didn't flare as much as some women, but they were nice.

Her eyes drifting lower, Emma saw she had a gap at the apex of her legs and her little, um, pussy nestled nicely between it. Her blonde pubic hair was rather sparse, so one could easily see her labia. They were surprisingly red today, and Emma's face colored when she realized why.

She had been thinking what she might look like to Derek if he were to see her like this, naked and ready for him.

As she looked at her muscular legs kept that way by her daily runs, Emma turned to look over her shoulder at her pert bottom, it crossed her mind with some satisfaction that Derek would probably would not be repulsed by what he might see.

Emma's horniness was overwhelming, what with the previous evening's happenings, her dream about Derek (his rampant penis had seemed impossibly gigantic) and her quick and unsatisfying tryst with Peter. She looked over at the bed and realized what she must do if she were going to get accomplish anything useful that day.

Propping up her pillows, she lay back, reclining slightly. Pulling her knees up, she spread her legs, modestly at first, than more lewdly. Glancing over at the closet door mirrors, she suddenly had a very naughty idea indeed.

Grabbing all the pillows, she propped them up against the side of the bed, making a comfortable way to partially recline on the floor, facing the mirrors. Emma spread her long legs again, this time as wide as she could. Her reflection looked incredibly wanton, she thought, and she was surprised how red and swollen her genitals had already become, so swollen they'd parted, showing her delicate inner lips and the distinct ridge up the center, at the bottom of which her hard clitoris was beginning to peek out. It was very red.

Realizing she needed to be closer to see really well, Emma quickly rearranged things with the dirty clothes hamper wedged between the bed and the pillows. Now she could touch the mirrored doors with her feet and her crotch was barely two feet away. This blatant behavior made the woman uneasy, but she was too worked up to be able to put a stop to it. She'd never before behaved this way, and it disturbed and excited her at the same time.

Her vaginal opening... No! That was the wrong word for today. It was her pussy, yes, her pussy, and it was dripping she was so turned on. Emma got up one more time to fetch a towel to place underneath her bottom. Now she was ready.

With her eyes glued to her reflection, she started by tweaking her nipples. Oh yes, that was good. Harder. Ummm... Emma felt a warm glow down low and her clit seemed to throb extra hard with passion. Her lips were very swollen now and gaping wide on their own. There would be no need to hold them open today.

Her right hand slid down. Using her middle finger, her "naughty finger", she used the full length of it to press down. The tip was at the opening of her pussy and its base at the top of her slit. It felt sinfully delicious as she slid it slowly back and forth, spreading her slick juices.

For the first time in her life, Emma pushed a finger inside herself, wanting to feel what it was like inside. She found her interior cushioned, delightfully wet and very, very warm. Another finger slipped inside. She touched something and her eyes opened wide.

Emma was very familiar with the effects of touching her clitoris, but this was different and enjoyable in a different way. Hunching herself down more to get better access, she pressed up on this spot, rubbing it first tentatively, exploring, then with more force as she felt her passion begin to rise sharply. It was just behind her pubic bone.




Betrayal Ch. 01



Something twigged in her mind and she remembered girls in her dorm discussing G spots. Could this be what they were talking about? Whatever it was, it felt incredible!

She experimented a bit more and worked out that by raising her feet off the ground, her pelvis would tilt and allow her two fingers better access. If she curled these a bit and used a curling motion in and out with her hand, the sensations that were flooding her body were delightfully intensified. Underneath her fingertips, something deep inside her began to swell and get hard.

Emma was completely in heat now, bent on only one outcome: bringing herself to an orgasm. With her right hand working furiously in her pussy, she rested her thumb on her clitoris. Her left hand was kneading her right breast, pulling and twisting its sensitive nipple. Watching herself in the mirror was long forgotten as Emma's brain struggled to process the overwhelming sensations she was experiencing.

At the moment her orgasm struck and her body spasmed over and over, her toes curling under its intensity, Emma had been imagining Derek's cock pistoning inside her as he held her down under his body and it flooded her with shame, but she couldn't help it.

Had she known how loudly she cried out her release, no longer needing to muffle it in her forearm, she would have been unbelievably embarrassed. The fact that Derek, half asleep in his bed after a very long night, heard and immediately identified not only what the noise was, but who was making it, would have completely mortified the shy, inexperienced school teacher to the point where she would have never been able to look him in the face again.



Betrayal Ch. 01



By sheer luck, he came across how to read every keystroke that had been made that day by her. After sorting out the work related ones, he soon began to read all of the messages she received and the conversations she had. Every morning when he came home, before she woke up, he copied the entries into a file he had created. This file was one he knew she would never even consider looking at, since it dealt with sports, a subject she hated.

For the next four months he collected every conversation, and every picture that she took or downloaded. He grew numb to her as the months went along. She never noticed the change in his attitude. She had become so engrossed in her world of fantasy, that even the nights they had sex, she couldn’t see his disinterest. She went along with life as if nothing had changed. But night after night, she continued with her late night online meetings, and depravities. 

One night as he made his way through the maze of Porn sites that she had visited, he came upon something that nearly pushed him over the limit. There on a self-made web site was Kelly! The sight was titled “Lonely horny housewife, no limits to what I won’t do!” the site even had pictures of Kelly with dildos and vibrators of every size, shape, and description in use by her. She had on a number of different outfits that showed off her ample tits, her ass and pussy as she put anything, and everything into them. There really was nothing she wouldn’t use, it seemed.

As he was going through the sites links, he came upon one that stated “Cum whore!” he opened it to find pictures of Kelly with, from one to, up to four guys using her in every possible position and combination. Kelly’s look of total abandon in the shots proved that she was indeed a whore! There were pictures of her with two men simultaneously fucking her ass and pussy. She looked to be more than enjoying herself in all of them. The final grasp he had on sanity slipped away, and blind anger took over.

Now his driving a cab at night, brought him in contact with some, seedy people. He soon found out that there was a Fetish Club, in a town near by. He also discovered that any number of people visited this club every Friday night, not all just to watch. It seemed that the club had a, “Fuck her silly” night, one in which a willing woman, would be tied to the rail, and fucked by as many guys as she could take! He was informed that it was always a blast. He put a dangerously evil plan into motion in his head.

After a few weeks of planning, and a couple nights’ tips to the owner of the club, he put his plan into motion. That Friday night, he came home early. Kelly was a little flushed from her recent online show. Brent made no comment about her obvious condition. He simply said, “I feel like going out tonight! I found this neat little bar over in Gellis come on lets go. Get you sexiest cloths on and lets get going.” His tone left no doubt in Kelly’s mind he wasn’t going to take “No” for an answer. She quickly got dressed, as he told her, in a very small skirt, a low cut top, and no underwear.

She never once asked him about his choice of the clothes he had picked for her or, where exactly they were headed. She seemed a bit irritated at his need to have her with him on this. But, soon after they arrived at the club, Kelly realized that something was different about her husband. He seemed all too willing to let her get drunk, something she rarely did. Brent kept asking her questions about if she liked the bar, or did she feel like getting high? Brent saw the she had decided to just go with the flow and enjoy her night out.

After a few, well planned drinks, Brent saw she was beyond the point of no return. She was very, very drunk. It was usually at this point where Kelly also got very, very horny! He decided it was now or never. He motioned for the owner to get ready, the guy smiled and made his way behind the bar. Brent knew that the locked door that held the stage was now being opened. He made his way down to the entrance and went inside, with Kelly staggering stupidly behind him. He closed the door and began the next part of his plan.

Kelly was, as he predicted, extremely horny and ready for action. He allowed her to fumble open his zipper and gave him a wonderful blowjob. Apparently, her talents had improved over the last few months! As she protested his cumming to soon, Brent said, “I’ll make it up to you Kel! I’ve got a surprise for you. Want to know what it is?”

She grinned through her drunken stupor as Brent brought out a blindfold. She giggled and asked him what it was he had in mind? “I’ve got to show you babe, come on, you know you’ve always fantasized about this!” He almost blanched at his mistake, she had never told him of her fantasies.

Yet she responded with another barely decipherable, “Fuck yea baby, let’s do it!”

She smiled as he pulled the blindfold over her eyes, and mentally noted that this would be the last time she ever looked at him as her husband! She giggled and tottered like a twenty-dollar whore with a load on! He walked her roughly to the stage, and began tying her arms to the hooks above her head. He also tied her ankles to the lower hooks, until she was quite helpless. The entire time Kelly kept mumbling things that were slowly getting harder to understand.

He then put his final stage of the plan into action. He brought out the tube of smelling salts he had hidden in his pocket. Broke it open beneath her nose until she jerked awake. He then whispered in her ear, “I hope all your fantasies come true tonight my dear! I know this is what you wanted.” He then slipped the gag into place, and turned on the lights to the stage. 

At this sign, the door to the room opened and men of all sizes, shapes and colors began to enter. Brent walked up to Kelly, and unceremoniously tore all of her clothing off. He could see her stiffen as the last of her shirt was torn from her neck. The excited mumbling from behind the gag, assured him she was now fully awake!

“Gentleman, I give you the amazing Kelly! The woman who will do anything, with anyone, anytime, and anywhere! She can perform feats of unbelievable skill; she will take on all comers. Don’t be fooled by the mask and gag Gentleman, she is ready and willing to satisfy each and every one of you, time and time again, until you can no longer stand!” Brent went on in his best idea of a Carnival hawker. 

“Don’t be afraid Gentleman. Kelly here has taken on as many as two hundred men in one night, and walked away with a smile! She is fearless, she is wonton, and she will be ready and willing to accommodate any and all who dare her!” Kelly began thrashing about, as she realized just what was about to happen. The sight only gave credence to his claims.

“Even now, she awaits you! Come on Gentleman, who will give the lady what she so richly deserves?” Brent asked. With a nod from the owner, “Fuck her silly night” was on.

Brent watched as the mass of men began stripping and approaching the helpless form of his wife. He sat back and let the events of the next six hours unfold.

Brent thought back as he remembered her initial screams of protest. Then as the night wore on, how she began to loose her mind in, hour after hour of shuddering, quivering climaxes. How, even when they had taken her off the poles, she had left the blindfold on and continued to fuck two, three, even four men at a time. She took on almost twenty-five men, without stop for six hours. At times, she seemed on the brink of passing out, when someone would revive her with smelling salts. He sat and watched as the woman he once loved, so dearly, became a sideshow. She was covered in sweat and cum, yet she continued to fuck, blow, and accept every form of debasing that the mob gave her.

He finally, had had enough. He left the video camera running. Got up and put the note he had written her on the table. The owner had said he would send the tape to the address Brent had supplied, when the event was over. With a last look at the spectacle on stage, Brent drove home, picked up his boys from the sitters house, and headed to the mountains for his weekend getaway! The note, she would get, when the evening was complete.

The note said simply!

My Dearest Kelly,

 By the time you read this note, the boys and me will be safely gone from the house. You will find an address at the bottom of the page. At that address, you will find a mailbox with a package inside. The package contains the keys to the door at that address. It is your new apartment! Do not return home, as you will find the locks have been changed, and all of your belongings moved to the new apartment. Inside you will also find a copy of the disk I downloaded, describing your Website, and the conversations you’ve had over the past several months. Included in this disk are also the pictures of your little adventures. If for any reason you try to fight me for custody, or for alimony, a copy of this will be seen in open court! Also, there is a video of last nights little show. A copy was sent to my lawyer, and there is another with your parents address, it will also be sent if you choose to fight this. I will contact you with where and when you’ll be given access to the boys. This, is not something that they should know about, please don’t force my hand. I hope you enjoy your new life and all it has to offer you!

             Brent

Staring one last time at the wedding ring, Brent stood and threw the now meaningless band into the ocean. Like the rest of his marriage, it disappeared without a trace.



Betrayal Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Kelly Gets Seduced

Kelly sat, as she had for the past two months, alone in her one bedroom apartment. The pictures of her wrecked marriage, a mocking reminder to her of the life and family, she had once had. She looked at the wedding picture of herself and Brent, at the time so happy and carefree. Her heart still stinging from the finality of the divorce decree she now held in her hand. She couldn't remember anything of her life since that night, when she had realized; it had come to an end. She looked at herself in the mirror, a ghoulish shadow of the person she had once been.

She stared at the boxes, remnants of the life she had once had, still stacked and packed along the wall beside her bed. She had never had the strength to even begin trying to put her shattered life back together, in the months since Brent had sent them to her. Her days now consisted of lonely hours working, and with the company of the small portable television she had bought, and the silence of what her life had become. She could still remember that night, as if it had only just happened.

She had gone out specifically to appease Brent, so she could spend some time with Marcus later on! He had been her secret friend for almost two years now. She had felt a little guilty about all the time she had spent with him online and off, in secrecy. But, she was sure that Brent, being so single-minded, would not understand her need for something different. He would not understand that after all the years of being in charge of the house, the kids, taking care of the bills, and at times even being Brent's second mother, that she just needed to let someone else take charge for awhile! She was about to find out just what a mistake she had made!

It had all started innocently enough; she even remembered the first conversation she had ever had with Marcus. The memory of that night now filled her with regret that she had not just logged off. That had been the beginning of what would eventually end her life, as she had known it. She drifted back to that fateful conversation and the months that had followed.

Kelly was sitting alone after finishing up her day's list of needed paperwork; she stretched out the kinks of her back and sat back to relax. She had logged off the offices site and left the IP site up. She figured she had about an hour or so, before the kids got home and just wanted to surf a bit. She had left herself invisible so that she wouldn't be assaulted by the endless requests for her attention. She still grinned at the amount of guys that seemed to find her!

She had just lit a cigarette when her screen announced that someone wanted her attention. "Bing" the screen sounded lightly. She looked at the name and wondered who this new guy was? The screen simply said, "Got a minute?" She shrugged her shoulders and figured "what the hell!"

"Hi, what can I do for you?" she typed. She pulled a long drag from her cigarette allowing herself to relax. She awaited the inevitable request for name, location, and age. She was a bit surprised by the answer she got. The screen lit up with "It's more like what can I do for you?" Kelly looked at the screen and smiled, wondering what new form of childish requests this would lead to?

The question was one she hadn't been prepared for so she typed back, "OK, enlighten me!" She was curious as to this new tactic, and now wanted to see where it led! The screen blinked as she watched the message being typed by her unknown admirer. The message came back, "I see your done working, and was wondering if we might chat for a little while?"

She knew that she had had her away message up, and that anyone who had her on his or her buddy list would know she was now available. Yet she couldn't remember ever seeing this guy before. She guessed, like others had done before, he had simply scanned the directory and found her suggestive profile too much to pass up. She just shrugged and typed back, "Yeah sure, I have some time on my hands. What did you have in mind?"

The screen said, "I usually don't just IM strangers, but your profile led me to believe your were someone who might be fun to talk with!" She had heard this line before, and assumed she knew what was next. These guys always ended up talking sex within minutes; she wasn't really interested in it at the moment. She typed back, "At times I guess I can be. Just not interested right now though, try me later!"

The screen came back, "I'm not interested in cyber Kelly, and I just want to talk!" She sat shocked that he had used her name. She couldn't remember ever giving away her real identity! Brent had insisted on her staying anonymous while "doing her thing"! She quickly typed back, "How do you know my name?' Now she was more than curious as to whom this might be. She waited for an answer.

"Lets just say, I have seen you a few times at the mall, and a few more at the shopping center. I recognized you from your profile photo, and the description you gave. I almost said hello one day, when I realized it was indeed you!" the unseen man typed. She sat stunned, that anyone from the Internet would have recognized her so close to home!

Kelly typed back, "Then you know I am married and have kids, right?" She hoped that whoever it was, wasn't some maniacal serial killer. She felt a little twinge of excitement that someone so close, knew what she did online! She also hoped that whoever it might be wasn't a stalker!

"I have no desire to insert myself into either your family life or your marriage! I just figured we might get to be friends, maybe talk, when you have a few minutes!" he typed back. She relaxed somewhat, hoping that he wasn't just trying some new line! She hated the idea of having to change screen names, and possibly upsetting whomever this guy might be!

"OK, why not? Since you seem to know who I am, maybe you should tell me who you are?" she typed snickering to herself. She waited for the reply, hoping she would at least recognize the name. What she got, however, stunned her! The screen flickered back with an answer she could never have imagined!

The screen came back with, "If you submit to me, I might decide to answer that! It's your choice!" Kelly sat wide mouthed and starring at the screen as if slapped. Who did this guy think he was? She sat staring at the words like she just could not believe the audacity of this guy! For a long while she just considered shutting the computer off, leaving him unanswered. She felt as if this guy had just assumed entirely too much about her.

Furiously she typed back, "That'll be the day! Have a nice day; I have things I need to finish. See you some other time!" Kelly then just began logging off, and stared at the computer as it cycled down into shutting itself off. Just before her IP logged off, she saw her IM answer, "OK, will talk with you again, later!" Then it shut off, leaving her to wonder what she may have just gotten herself into?

Kelly thought back to that one single IM, and how it had taken on a life of it's own after that. She remembered after that day how " Master Marcus" had repeatedly, E-mailed her and IM'd her, seemingly never having anything else to do! Eventually, she had given in and began talking with him again, still not knowing his identity, or his intentions. His conversations were always pleasant, never sexual in nature, although from time to time, he had hinted at something. She found him easy to relate to and after numerous conversations, felt that he had become a friend she could confide in.

That friendship had lasted for nearly a year! Although she had never known his real name, they grew to be close, someone she felt comfortable talking with. She looked forward to seeing his name light up when she finished her day's work. Eventually she even began teasing him that maybe they should meet for lunch, and get to be real friends! It was at that point that he again made his, seemingly insistent, request! "Submit to me, and I might!"

Kelly decided that she would play along. Now looking back, she realized how serious of a mistake that had been. Kelly could never have guessed what that one simple gesture on her part would lead to. The world that opened up after that, lead to her present situation, and for the loss of the life she had enjoyed so much. She could never have imagined the things that would eventually follow that decision. Now she wished she had never done it!

"OK, if it helps us get past this thing, I submit!" she typed, smiling at herself. She sat waiting for a reply. The icon of the type button blinked on and off, like a harbinger of the doom that awaited that decision. When he finally replied, she lost the little snicker that she had had.

"If you're serious, you will follow my instructions exactly! No hesitation, no questions, all right?" the screen said. " I take my position seriously, so should you slave!" Tingles of excited anticipation wormed up her spine. She felt something she hadn't in quite a long time, the suspense of being bad!

She gave in without a thought to her decision, "Yes Master!" She giggled at the response she had typed, hoping it was the direction that he had wanted her to go. She felt herself getting a little wet at the thought of being someone's "slave". She sat waiting for him to send his next message!

"I like the pictures on your profile. They seem to be a little tame however. Since it's apparent you have a camera connected to your computer, I wish to see a little more of you!" he typed out. She wondered just how much he thought she would show him? She stared at the screen for a while, and then responded. 

"Just how much of me did you have in mind?" she typed, getting curious now!

The reply came back just as quickly, almost making her blanche. "As much as I want slave! You have submitted, what I want you will do, understood?" She sat looking at the statement as if in shock. She hadn't expected him to be quite so forceful, yet she admitted to herself; she wanted to see where this went. She quickly typed back, "Yes sir!"

From there the situation quickly took shape for her; she needed to see just what this friendly stranger could have in mind. The computer was silent for some time, she thought that maybe, he had changed his mind! Then as her anticipation of what he might want built, her answer came on the screen!

"Put your camera on so that I can see you!" it said. She unconsciously looked at the clock on the wall, checking the time. The again glancing at the door, to see that it was locked. She then chastised herself, remembering that Brent and the boys had gone fishing for the weekend! With a little shiver of modesty, she set up the camera at an angle that would allow him to see her without any obstructions. Nervously she adjusted her hair and checked to be sure she looked good enough to be seen. Then with a last nervous look at herself in the mirror, she hit the send button, to connect her camera to his computer.

It seemed to take a lifetime as the computers interfaced and then finally connected. The entire time she waited, like a twittering schoolgirl, for the connection to be made. She found herself hoping that he liked what he saw! As she watched the screen on which she was the main focus, she grinned slightly, as she saw the "Viewers" space go from zero to one! She had now committed herself to whatever happened, and was determined to see it through.

The screen came on again saying, "Very nice Kelly! I was not wrong when I thought that you are a very stunning woman." His compliment caused a little flush of excitement run up her legs to the very pit of her womanhood. She felt a little embarrassed that this unknown man could provoke such a warm feeling in her by just one compliment! She didn't understand why she felt good at his approval? Yet the unmistakably warm feeling that eased into her pussy was awesome, this was turning her on!

"Thank you!" she typed back, hoping he was indeed impressed with her and not just playing with her emotions. She got a little more comfortable, to ease her awkward position in front of the camera. In doing so, she realized that her breasts were now almost fully in view of the camera's eye! She started to adjust her blouse so as not to afford this unknown man such a brazen show.

The screen quickly came up, "NO! Stay as you are!" She looked at the sentence as if struck! What the hell? She decided to ignore his request and sat back pulling the blouse tighter across her exposed chest. She didn't want him thinking, she was just some tramp to order around, she had morals after all!

For a few moments the screen remained, blinking its last comment. Then another message came across, just as plain, just as insistent. "It appears you are not interested. I guess you did not mean that you were serious about submitting. Such a shame, we might have had such a fun time together today! Good-bye!" Then the screen went blank, and the connection severed. Kelly sat there with an empty feeling as her unseen admirer logged off.

Kelly thought back to the next two weeks, as she frantically searched for any signs of him. Day after day, she waited for him to come back on. She began staying up to watch the late night shows, and logging on after Brent went to bed, in hopes of catching him. She didn't understand what she had done wrong, and she wanted to do whatever she could to make it up to him. She missed their long talks and friendly teasing; it had been a point in her day she had come to enjoy!

Over the next few weeks, the weather had turned bad. Brent was home more and more, due to the rain. She could never find the time to log on anymore, because Brent seemed to always be home. They finally discussed him finding something, until the weather broke. He had suggested a cab job at nights, so that he would still be available if days opened back up. She readily agreed, as it would leave her able to work during the day, and still give her time to be on the computer alone, hoping to catch a glimpse of her missing friend.

Brent had only been at the cab job one night, when she received an E-mail. It simply stated "Be on at midnight. Be alone and naked, or don't bother with me again!"

Brent had left for work around seven. She had just finished putting the kids up for the night, as well. She made her way to the fridge for a drink and then to the bar, to get something to calm her excitement. She was going to do exactly as she was told tonight; she needed to talk to him again. She couldn't explain, even to herself why, but she just knew she needed this! She watched as the clock made it's way towards midnight like a slug on a greased pole. 

As her appointed time got close, she took a shower, being sure to shave her pussy of all hair, She applied a little make-up, and to look her best she hoped. Then made her way towards the computer room. She found herself getting excited at the prospect of being so exposed to someone she had, as yet, still never seen. The excitement of it all mounted higher and higher in her until, she thought she would explode. She found herself soaked at the prospect of being naked before his unseen eyes. Her hard nipples made her just how aware of how excited she was! She took her place in the chair and turned on the computer, it was now or never!

She adjusted the camera to give him the best view possible of her body. She sat there for, what seemed an eternity, waiting for him to message her. The view the camera gave was one she hoped would please him. She had adjusted the lights of the computer room to be a compliment to her. She felt her excited box, quivering in anticipation of his approval! Goosebumps of her excitement kept her on edge until, at last, she saw him log on. She smiled as she saw the IM come across and tell her to turn on her camera. Without the slightest hesitation, she sent the invitation to view her camera. She felt a strange feeling wash over her, as she watched the viewers box change from zero to one. She knew that there was no turning back now!

For a few long minutes, he sent no messages. She began to wonder if he was even going to speak to her? Then as she began getting a little worried that he might just leave, he finally sent a message. "Very nice slave! I see you've finally decided who your Master is! I am pleased." That one simple statement, for some reason, made her feel proud. It was as if she could not have felt more pleased at doing exactly as he had told her to be. Looking back, she knew she had given up herself to him at that point!

"Slave, do you have toys?" he asked. She knew what he was talking about, yet she wasn't sure that she was ready for all this yet. At first she considered telling him no! Then for some reason, she found her fingers typing, "Yes Sir!" She sat in awe as she typed out those words. It seemed as if they had a mind of their own! She had no recourse, but to follow his next instructions. 

"Good. Go and get them, then return here ready to do exactly as I tell you!" the screen said. Like a mindless robot, she found herself digging out the bag of playthings that Brent and her enjoyed from time to time. She returned to the camera's unblinking gaze, and sat down. She was at first a little nervous about what she knew would come next.

She was instructed to show each and every dildo, vibrator, or other toy she had to his unseen eyes. She found herself proudly displaying each of them. She hoped that this might be enough to satisfy him. Yet, she knew in the back of her mind that this was only the beginning! Her body seemed more than willing to continue giving away her deepest desires to continue, as she found herself now totally wet and more than just a little horny! She hoped, that he indeed had more planned!

As she replaced the last of her "Toys" to the bag she saw the screen blink on another message. If she had thought that she was shocked before, she was even more so now. The message said, "Do you have audio ability?" She again watched as if her possessed hands had a mind of their own, as she replied, "Yes Sir!'

"Put on your headset and mic then!" he said. "I want to hear your voice." She stared at the screen and wondered if this might just be a little more than she was willing to give up? But the voice in her head and the mind her hands had seemed to be at odds, as she pulled out her headset and plugged it in. She hit the appropriate connections and was now, not only being seen, but being heard as well! She couldn't help but get dry-mouthed, as she said, "OK, I'm here!"

The deep, heart-melting, voice that replied, nearly made her lose all control! The man had a voice that seemed to melt, what little restraint she still had left. He sounded as if he could make butter seem sour. He had a voice that made her knees go weak, and the juices of her already excited person, flow freely! She realized that that voice could command her to do anything, and she would easily agree. She was now totally lost!

"I believe I would like proof that you have indeed submitted to me! If you are, then follow my instructions without hesitation." The command of his voice left no doubt in her that she would willingly obey now. She felt that anything he required, she would readily accept! Her body had no choice now as she heard his next instructions.

She remembered the next four hours as if she had been in a haze. He had instructed her to take out her longest dildo, the big red jelly. He then watched as she brought herself to multiple orgasms at his instruction. She felt no shame at displaying, to his unseen eyes, that she was more than willing now, to do what he wanted! She slipped in and out of reality, as the never-ending directions continued, until she knew she was going to lose consciousness. She was oblivious to the time, or to the fact that the sun was beginning to rise!

Only as she heard the sound of Brent's car pulling into the driveway, did she realize she had been at this all night! Sensing her distress, her unknown "Master" released her. She quickly shut down the computer, and sprayed some air freshener, to cover the smell of sex that pervaded the room. Then on wildly weak legs, she made her way to the bedroom to replace the bag of toys in the closet, and then head for the shower. She was just stepping under the spray of the shower, when Brent slipped into the bathroom. He had a smile that immediately made her feel guilty, for her night of perversities! She could barely meet his eyes as she got out of the shower. She hoped that any signs of her night did not show on her face. Today would be a long day, she thought to herself!




Betrayal Ch. 02



Rick's cock rubbed against the seam of his jeans. It seemed like he had a permanent erection, at least when Penny walked into the room. Petite, small, her breasts seemed over large. And she never wore a bra, which only made matters worse. Her nipples poked at the front of her T-shirt and Rick tried to keep his eyes on her face.

"Where are you going to put all this stuff?" she asked, and looked around the room with narrowed eyes. "I swear Annalise let you keep everything but the walls."

"Annie didn't want anything to remind her of me." Rick tore his eyes from the outline of Penny's nipples. "I don't really blame her."

"You aren't that bad, Uncle Ricky. You just got bored."

"Bored enough to fuck around. That's pretty bad in her book. Never mind, Pen. I'll toss out what I can't fit up here."

"Daddy won't even come up here. He says the weight of him on top of all the boxes will land the second floor into the basement." She laughed, and Rick's cock strained toward her open mouth. 

Rick turned to the largest box. "This one has my clothes in it. We could start here and get some space to work." He ran the blade of his little knife along the taped seam and revealed a mess of half-folded clothing. 

"You packed in a hurry." Penny reached in and pulled out a shirt and pair of boxers. 

"Annie watched me. She thought I'd try to steal her things." Rick hauled out his jeans and proceeded to hang them in the closet, all the while studiously ignoring the sight of his niece fondling his underwear. 

"I never did like Annie, you know. She's a bitch and a half, and you're well away from her."

"You mentioned that before I married her."

"I was right, wasn't I?" The smug tone in her voice made Rick turn. She stood next to the dresser's open drawer, folding a pair of socks into thirds. A pair of jeans cut-offs exposed her tanned legs. Her T-shirt exposed her tanned stomach. 

"Not entirely," Rick said. "We got along just fine until she found out I was fucking Chandra. I really don't blame her for any of it." Joe was right. He had to do the changing if he wanted any kind of relationship to work. Change, though, was difficult.

"You can't help it if she's a frigid bitch in bed, Ricky. If I had to fuck her every night, I'd be looking for something warmer, myself." 

The way Penny's lips formed the words sent shivers of lust down Rick's spine. "It never was like that. It certainly didn't start that way." He turned and put another pair of jeans on a hanger. 

"I know how it started with Annie, Rick. I watched most of it." A slight laugh sounded behind him. "You fucked her in just about every room in this place."

So she'd been watching, had she? He supposed he would too, if he'd been her. "Not almost every room," he answered. "I don't think I missed one. The closet, the attic, the bathroom..."

"I never caught you in the attic." 

"You must have been out." He sighed, grabbed a shirt this time, and settled it on the hanger. "Can we talk about something else?" The thought of Penny watching him fuck made his cock throb. 

Her laugh sounded soft, private. "I used to masturbate while you fucked."

"That would be inappropriate to tell me." Not to mention completely arousing. 

Penny laughed again. Soft, amused, it echoed throughout his nerve endings. "I'm not a child, Uncle Ricky."

"It isn't the child part that bothers me," he muttered, keeping his eyes on the next shirt that came out of the box. "It's the Uncle Ricky part. Your dad would murder me if he thought I condoned talking about your masturbation practices."

"Daddy is a prude."

"Joe's just protective of his only daughter." He turned to face her. "You're all he has left of Sarah, and he only wants you safe."

She looked properly chastened. Her head lowered. The soft morning light streaming through the window caught the red highlights in her dark hair. "I know." She raised her head and her dark green eyes narrowed. "But I'm not going to let him keep me in a cage, Ricky. He's gotten too protective. I'm going to move to the dorm when school starts."

Good idea, Rick thought. Get you away from me before I decide to forget how your father would punish me. He nodded. "You can have whatever you like from this mess to decorate your new home."

"Really?" She looked around. "You might regret saying that."

No, he thought, gazing at the jumble of boxes and memorabilia left from his two-year marriage. I don't need any of it, so take it all.

#

Rick stared up at the sky from his chair on the porch. Hard pinpricks of stars formed familiar patterns. The streetlight on the corner gleamed orange light into the street, but the porch remained darkened. A huge pine tree in the yard added to the shadows. 

A car pulled up. The gleam of Penny's dark hair told Rick she was home from her date. Not that he was watching for her. Not even Joe watched for her to come home anymore. The young man, blonde, handsome in a very smooth kind of way, got out of the car. Penny slid from the passenger side and joined him before they began to walk toward the porch. 

They kissed beside the big pine tree. Rick lit a cigarette, hoping they'd notice and not do what they were doing.

Penny's hand moved between them and grabbed at her date's crotch. Her response carried to the porch. "I can't let you go home like this, can I?" She looked up at the darkened windows, took his hand and pulled him into the deep shadows by the tree. 

Rick inhaled from the cigarette. Penny thought, perhaps, they were invisible, but he could still make out the general idea of what was going on. She went to her knees in the shadows and pulled out her boyfriend's thick dick. 

Rick thought about announcing his presence. He didn't. 

The boyfriend put a hand on Penny's head and shoved his hips forward. The muted white of his cock disappeared into her mouth. 

Rick pushed his own erection to the side, where it wouldn't rub so hard on his jeans. Soft garbled sounds wafted to Rick's ears. His balls felt tight. His cock protested the continued confinement. Still, he smoked his cigarette and watched his niece suck dick as if she'd been doing it all her life. 

A soft exclamation sounded in the boyfriend's voice, and he tilted his head back as if he tried to watch the sky. Slurping sounds accompanied the jerking motions of his lower body. 

Rick inhaled smoke, and then exhaled. His fingers gripped the cigarette butt tightly as he stubbed it out in the ashtray next to his chair.

Penny stood, patted the boyfriend's cock like a puppy, and kissed his cheek. "Gotta go in. See ya tomorrow."

They parted, and Penny headed for the porch.

Rick waited, silent and tense, for her to go inside.

Instead, Penny slid into the chair next to his and laughed. "Did you enjoy that?"

He could pretend he hadn't seen. Perhaps she might have bought a story about dozing on the porch, but he just didn't have the energy to compose a decent lie. "Not enjoy, exactly."

She slid her butt to the back of the Adirondack chair and settled her head against the slats. "I was hoping to catch you with your dick out."

"Sorry."

"Sucking cock always makes me horny," she announced, but she remained relaxed in the chair. 

"Then go upstairs and do something about it." He stood and went inside. Damn her. She knew what she was doing. What did she want -- a full-fledged family feud, complete with guns? He glared at the stairs and climbed them up to his room.

#

Rain pattered on the window in the living room. Rick relaxed on the couch, watching the rivulets of water on the window more than the old movie on television. The door shut behind Joe as he left to teach a night class at the college. 

Penny made her way around the couch and settled next to Rick. "What's on?"

"Caddyshack." 

"I've seen it too many times already," she complained, and turned toward him. "Can I ask you a question?"

Rick kept his eyes on the window, quite aware that she wore nothing but a T-shirt and panties, obviously ready for bed. She sat crossed-legged beside him, and, if he let his gaze travel, he'd see the outline of her pubic hairs under the white cotton panties. "I retain the right not to answer."

Her laugh sounded too soft, too intimate. "You sound like Daddy."

"Good."

"Did you ever masturbate together?"

He gave up and looked at her, but just at her face. Amusement curled the corners of her lips, but her expression seemed serious. "Do you honestly expect me to answer that?"

"A simple yes or no would suffice." 

"No."

"That's what Daddy said, too."

"You asked Joe?"

She put her hand on his arm. "He said I was too curious, but he answered."

"So why ask me?"

"To see if he lied." Her hand slid down his arm, and came to rest on his thigh. "You talk more honestly about that kind of thing."

"Sex? Why shouldn't I be honest about it?" 

"Because you think I'm still an innocent little virgin."

Rick moved her hand from his thigh. "No, not innocent, and not a virgin, but you're still my niece."

Sighing, she laid back against the armrest of the couch. Her legs remained crossed, showing off the outline of her pussy, and Rick forced his gaze back to the window. 

"Why does it have to matter, Ricky?" She uncrossed her legs and placed them over his lap. "I mean, if consenting adults want to have sex, then it should be all right. It isn't like we'd make babies with an extra appendage or anything. There are ways to avoid getting pregnant in this day and age."

Rick frowned, but left her legs where they were. At least she'd put her thighs together. "True enough, except for one thing you haven't mentioned."

"What?"

"Your father would murder me."

She laughed. "You're a coward."

"I suppose so." He turned his attention to the television. "Whatever the reason, Penny, the answer is no."

"Oh, all right." The pout in her voice made her seem younger, and that settled Rick's arousal to a distant hum of sensation. 

The television continued to show the movie, and Rick tried to seem engrossed in it. He succeeded enough that, when she moved her legs in an apparent attempt to be more comfortable, he didn't notice much. 

A soft sigh captured his attention, and he belatedly realized she'd spread her legs slightly apart in order to get her hand in her panties. The outline of her knuckles moved beneath the cotton. Stunned, he stared for a completely aroused minute. She smiled, licked her lips, and raised her ass upward, putting pressure on his thighs where her calves still rested. "It'd be much better if you'd do the touching," she said.

"Damn it." Methodically, he picked up her legs by the ankles and moved them aside so he could stand. 

She didn't stop; just put her legs back on the couch where he'd been sitting. "Your loss." 

Penny's soft moan followed him up the stairs to his room, where he closed and locked the door behind him. Rick paced for a minute, and then gave in. He tossed his shirt to the floor, toed off his shoes, and shoved his pants to his ankles. Stepping out of them, he flopped down on the bed and grabbed his cock. 

The door handle rattled. 

Rick's hand movements quickened. 

The door handle rattled again. 

The first spasm arched his back off the bed. 

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[Thanks for reading! All comments are welcome, and please don't forget to vote. :) The next chapter will be along in a few days. 

Dee]



Betrayal Ch. 02



By the time Peter got home for dinner, a barbecue in their back yard, Emma had pulled herself together from the puddle in which she'd been left following her overwhelming sexual experience of the morning.

Puddle was a literal term in this case: she'd nearly passed out from the intensity of her orgasm, floating for a good five minutes on a cloud of bliss, disoriented and not really caring. Flopping onto her side eventually in the cramped space, she realized the carpet beneath her was soaked.

Had that much lubrication flowed from inside her? That seemed impossible. Yes, she had been dripping wet, but not to the point where she could have drenched the carpet. Sticking her nose closer, she couldn't detect the usual smell of her arousal (something she found embarrassingly enjoyable). The water in her bedside glass hadn't been knocked over.

What had happened?

First, Emma needed to clean up. In the shower, her genitals were still throbbing enjoyably, so she brought herself off again, though it was quick, and to be truthful, not very satisfying -- now that she knew.

She'd sprayed the wet carpet with stain remover just in case, then gotten the worst of the moisture dry by crawling around on her hands and knees with her hair drier. Yes, she could have fibbed and told Peter that she had spilled some water, but she couldn't be sure the liquid, whatever it was, might not begin to smell strange.

The afternoon was spent on the Internet, researching female orgasms, something that turned out to be quite fascinating. It dawned on Emma, that she really knew very little about her own body. For example, before today, she'd never given her genitals more than a cursory glance.

By mid-afternoon, she suspected that she'd "squirted", as they called it, something females who were very highly aroused could occasionally accomplish. It gave her a curious sense of pride to know that she was among these select few.

That led Emma to some video clips of other women squirting. Most of these were parts of rather cheesy or disturbing porno films and it made Emma uneasy to watch them. However one caught her attention and she couldn't help but watch it several times, her libido kicking up a notch each time through.

The video clip, all of 1 minute long showed a woman having a "squirting orgasm" and unlike most of the other videos she'd looked at, this one seemed very real. That was all very interesting, but what cranked up poor Emma was the fact that the woman was being fucked to her orgasm -- by a man with a very large cock.

Sometime during the day, the woman's sexual vocabulary had begun to expand. No longer was she using the correct medical terms for people's private parts and what they did with them. She realized it gave her an additional thrill to use forbidden words: cock, pussy, fuck, screw, even cunt, and she began to mentally relate them to what was going on in her imagination.

And that imaginary sexual world included Derek screwing her with his apparently large male member to the most mind-bending orgasms possible.

With her husband's arrival imminent, Emma didn't dare treat herself to the release her overheated libido was demanding, so it was with more than a little sexual frustration that she erased the trail of her research from the computer (how could she explain it to staid old Peter if he stumbled over it?) and got up to get the dinner preparations underway.

She'd bought some potatoes to bake on the gas grill and it was a matter of minutes to make a tossed salad. Peter was the master of the barbecue, so she left the steaks to him. With no sign of him and no phone call to say why he was delayed, Emma grabbed her book and headed out to their tiny backyard.

In the middle of inspecting her small border garden, someone called her name. Looking up, she saw Derek out on his balcony, hair wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. Dear Lord! He was even better looking than she remembered.

"Your garden looks very nice, especially from up here."

Emma was quite flustered and more than a little embarrassed to have to talk to him, let alone realizing that she was just a slipping towel away from seeing what had been occupying her mind the whole day.

"Um, thank you."

"Just a minute while I throw on some clothes. I have a question to ask you. Won't be a minute," he finished over his shoulder as he went back inside.

Derek was a man of his word, and barely a minute had passed before he appeared on his deck, a mirror image of the one at her back door. Only a bit of fencing again separated them and it made her think of what had happened the previous evening when she'd spied on him and his lady friend.

He walked down to where Emma stood and smiled at her. She'd managed to gather her wits, but her pulse was going a mile a minute.

"I saw you head out for a run today. Since I'm new around here, I was wondering if you could show me some good places. I hate running along the sidewalk, or out in the road."

Emma forced herself to concentrate, and at least she was on solid ground discussing this.

"There's a wooded place about three blocks over, sort of a conservation area. It's a great place to run, lots of interesting trails and not really crowded at all, as long as you stay away from the picnic areas on weekends."

"That sounds like just what I want. Would you show it to me sometime soon?"

"Ah, yes, certainly." Emma felt like she was going to pass out. "When?"

"How about tomorrow? I haven't run in over a week, what with the move east and all." He stretched out with his arms above his head. "Got to get these kinks out."

Emma hadn't been looking at his arms, though.

Just then, she heard Peter calling her name from the house.

"You'll have to excuse me. My husband has arrived home from his golf game."

"Would you introduce us? I think it's always good to know one's neighbors other than to wave and smile."

Peter appeared at the back door, and Emma could see from his lobster-red face that he hadn't remembered to put on sunscreen again. "Who are you talking to?"

"Our new neighbor. Come on out and meet him."

The two men reached around the privacy fence where it stopped at the end of the deck, making their own introductions.

"Why don't you join us?" Peter asked. "We have some beer, don't we, Emma?"

"I'll fetch it," she said as she watched Derek, easily swing his body around the privacy fence.

When she came out with the beer, Peter raised his eyebrows. "You usually don't drink beer, Emma."

She handed the men their mugs and sat down before answering. "I'm just trying to be sociable, Peter, dear."

The real reason was she felt something to steady her nerves was called for.

Peter and Derek hit it off like a house afire. Both liked the same football team (Patriots) and had actually grown up quite near each other, just outside of Providence, Rhode Island, so they were thick as thieves in no time.

Emma didn't say too much, just looking at Derek as much as she could without appearing to stare, and gleaning information about him.

He was 31, had just gotten a job with a mechanical engineering firm in town and was far away from everyone he knew.

"I don't have a relative within a thousand miles of this place, and quite frankly, I'm feeling pretty lonely."

Just at that point, Emma choked on her beer and both men gallantly patted her back until the fit passed.

Of course, Peter invited Derek to stay for dinner, and Emma joined them in the bottle of wine Derek provided, something she also seldom did. Needless to say, by the time dinner ended, she was feeling quite relaxed indeed. When Peter came forth with a cognac bottle and two glasses, she even asked him to go in for a third. Emma never drank spirits.

In any event, she found herself completely relaxed with Derek, and even managed to make one or two witty remarks, to which he laughed loudly. Once or twice, she thought she caught him "checking her out" and she found that she liked that, too.

"You know Peter, I envy a man like you. You're settled in life, have a good job, a home, and if I may be so bold, a very fetching wife."

Peter put his arm around Emma and gave her a kiss on her cheek. "Yes, I have been very lucky and Emma has added a lot to my life. Before I met her, I lived on frozen dinners and take out. Now when I arrive home, there's a good meal prepared and someone who can listen to how my day went. You haven't seen it yet, but she keeps our home spotless."

It suddenly struck Emma that Peter hadn't said anything about loving her, or that he agreed that she was "very fetching". The way he talked about her, she could have been his housekeeper. Glancing over at Derek, she got the feeling that he was thinking exactly the same thing.

"Well, I've imposed on you folks longer than is polite. I should be moving on now."

"Do you play golf?" Peter asked.

"Some."

"Fancy a round tomorrow?"

"Thanks, but no. I fancy a run more and Emma has agreed to show me some trails nearby. Perhaps next weekend?"

"I may be away on business," Peter said, "but let's be sure to arrange something before the summer disappears on us."

The two men shook hands and then Derek turned to Emma. "Thank you for a very lovely evening." He leaned forward, planting a kiss on her cheek, and it was everything she could do to keep from swooning. "What time should I knock on your door tomorrow?"

Peter said, "The boys asked me to play with them again tomorrow. Our tee time is 9:15. Emma usually sees me off."

"Would that work for you, Emma?" Derek asked.

"Perhaps 9:30?" she squeaked, as her mind raced, realizing that she was going to be alone with this man in less than 12 hours.

"Then 9:30 it is. Goodnight all."

They both watched Derek swing around the fence again.

"Nice guy," Peter told his wife. "Looks like he might have been quite an athlete."

"I'd say he still is," she replied, but she didn't tell him what kind of athletics she was thinking of.

Peter was pretty tired from his day. Two rounds of golf under the hot sun takes its toll.

"I'm going to hit the hay early tonight, dear."

"Peter, you big silly, you're really rather sunburned. Why don't I rub some cream on it? You'll be more comfortable."

As her husband checked his email before heading to the shower, Emma cleaned up the dinner dishes. The events in the past 24 hours had left her highly conflicted. How could she possibly be feeling this way about a man who was not her husband? It was wrong, wrong, wrong!

All through her years in college, Emma had kept a tight rein on her urges. Being so shy, she didn't have anyone she could possibly have discussed them with. The best she could do was keep her ears open whenever any of the girls (and a handful of times, guys) talked about sexual matters. It was quite startling what college kids got up to. With her vivid imagination, it wasn't hard for Emma to put herself into the described scenarios, and that always appalled her afterwards. She was a good girl and good girls certainly didn't do those sorts of things!

Away from college, she wasn't around people who gossiped about these kinds of things (imagine that happening in a school staff room!), so it was easier, but she always kept herself well away from temptation. When she'd met Peter and their friendship turned to marriage, Emma had looked forward to experiencing the things she'd only imagined, but their relationship had proved to be, well, disappointing in that regard. There was a sexual wall between Peter and Emma that she just couldn't bring herself to breach. Peter didn't seem to even notice. Both were just to embarrassed and uncomfortable to talk about things like what she had been imagining since the previous night.

Emma left the kitchen, determined to push Derek out of her mind. She owed that to her marriage. Somehow tonight, she'd have to breach the wall and reach out to Peter, even if it was only a little.

The couple always got undressed separately, usually Emma in the bathroom and Peter in the bedroom. Since it was summer, and neither liked air conditioning unless it was brutally hot, she wore a long tee-shirt and panties to bed. Peter wore light shorts. On the occasions that they made love, the lights were always turned out first, and it was done under the covers. Emma had only seen Peter's penis out in the light a handful of times in the three years since they married.

She resolved that tonight would be different.

He was in the shower when she got to the bedroom. Shucking off her jeans and top, she quickly put on her sleep tee-shirt, but ditched the panties. Walking into the bathroom, she casually began rummaging in the vanity for the sunburn cream.

"Emma! Do you mind? I'm still in the shower!"

She immediately felt a bit disheartened. "Peter, what's the big deal? We are married, after all!"

"It's a privacy thing. I don't walk in on you when you're taking a shower."

She grabbed the tube of cream. "All right. I'll be waiting out in the bedroom."

"I'm perfectly capable of putting on my own sunburn cream."

"I'd like to do it for you, okay? It's the least I can do for my husband!"

Emma sat glumly on the bed. Was she doing the right thing? What she'd seen and heard about on the Internet that day had her mind in a whirl. Certainly there was nothing wrong in doing those sorts of things with her own husband? He'd touched her intimately many times and she'd touched him, too, once or twice. He'd played with her breasts, sucking on her nipples, and although he'd never used his mouth on her private parts, he'd gotten very close, kissing down her chest to her stomach -- but he'd had a lot to drink that night.

She knew she couldn't ask Peter to do any of those things for her, but that didn't mean that she couldn't try them on him. The sunburn cream would be the perfect way to sneak up on him, she thought with a shy smile. Nonetheless, she felt very unsure of herself. Could she go through with what she was thinking of doing? It might turn out to be very gross. Peter might rebuff her.

He came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and a vexed expression.

"Emma, where's the cream? I can't find it anywhere."

She held it up. "Right here."

"May I have it?"

"No. I told you I want to put it on for you."

"How are we going to do that?"

"You can lie on the bed on your towel so we don't create any stains. I'll do your legs and shoulders for you. They're really badly burned."

He sighed. "I suppose you're right. I was pretty dumb today."

To spare Peter any embarrassment, Emma ducked into the bathroom to use the toilet while he got settled on the bed. When she came out, he'd turned off the light.

"Peter, dear, I can't see what I'm doing in the dark."

"Nonsense! It's light enough in here."

"No, it isn't," she answered as she flicked on her bedside lamp and knelt on the bed.

Peter had never been particularly athletic. Golf was as strenuous as it got for him. In the years they'd been married, Emma thought he'd put on a good 20 pounds. Only five foot eight, the band of fat around his waist looked to put his excess weight closer to 40. That wasn't good, but this was not the time to bring it up.

Squirting some cream onto her hand, she started with his shoulders and neck, bright red where his golf shirt hadn't covered.

As she rubbed it in, he let out a soft sigh and Emma realized that they'd possibly never been more intimate than they were right now. Perhaps this would work.

Scooting down to the end of the bed, she began working on the backs of Peter's legs. The burning here was less and not continuous, but she worked cream into the length of them anyway. It felt good to touch him.

Her eyes were on his bottom. It wasn't a bad one, she thought. Not as muscular as Derek's, though. She realized that she found muscular bottoms very...interesting.

Firmly, Emma pushed that thought out of her brain.

The sunburn stopped mid-thigh where Peter's shorts had reached, so she couldn't go higher with her massaging. As she sat back on her heels, she mischievously considered giving Peter's rear end a playful swat, but decided it might not be the best moment. He seemed very relaxed and Emma's confidence rose. Things were going well.

"I should do your front now, Peter, dear," she told him in a soft voice.

He put his head up and looked at her for a moment, and whether it was the beer, wine and cognac he'd consumed clouding his judgement, he didn't question what his wife was asking, just heaved himself over.

Making sure he didn't catch her looking at his "thing" if he happened to be looking, she began rubbing cream onto her husband's shins, which weren't too badly burned. His thighs were another matter, though, and they'd taken a lot of sun. Unfortunately for Emma's plans, Peter's golf shorts were pretty long.

With greasy hands she started at both his knees, gently massaging in the soothing cream. Peter's eyes were covered by his forearm, so she couldn't gauge his reaction as her hands drifted higher.

Daring to raise her eyes for a quick peek, she saw that he was starting to get an erection. What was he thinking? Was his wife surprising him, delighting him, appalling him? What? Most importantly, though, she seemed to be turning him on -- and that made her proud.

It was now or never. After shifting a bit closer, she reached out for his manhood with her left hand.

Emma had only touched her husband intimately a few times, and always in darkness covered by their blankets. There was something deliciously naughty about being out in the open, on top of the covers and able to stare at her husband's most intimate thing.

As her hand closed around him, Peter's eyes flew open and the breath caught in Emma's throat.

"What are you doing?" he whispered tensely, his gaze shifting between her hand and her face.

Emma smiled as bravely as she could. "I, um, was curious."

"You've had too much to drink."

She shook her head. "It's not that. I really am curious." To reenforce that statement, she squeezed him gently. "Doesn't it feel good?"

Peter now propped himself on his elbows. "That's hardly the point."

But Peter was very hard now, and his own consumption of alcohol further weakened any willpower he had. He flopped back down, clearly indicating that Emma could continue if she wished, not giving her permission, but not denying it, either.

Careful to keep the cream on the lower portion of his erection, she squeezed and rubbed like she'd seen done in one of the video clips on the Internet. Peter sighed.

She knew now he wasn't particularly big nor fat around, but his penis was a good 5 1/2 inches and made a nice handful, she thought. Affecting him this way gave Emma a warm feeling down between her legs, and she could feel her wetness on the side of her foot as she sat with it curled under "down there".

Peter's hips had begun moving and his breathing was faster, both good signs. She knew he was close. Time to do one last thing.

Gathering her courage, she leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on the tip of her husband's penis, something she couldn't have imagined doing a mere 2 days earlier.

Peter's response was an immediate gasp, but he didn't shout out, didn't push her away as she thought he might, so she opened her mouth and engulfed the crown, sliding down a bit farther for good measure.

Hia response astonished the naive woman. Peter's hips rose up and a groan came from deep in his chest. His penis swelled and then began pulsating, spewing out his seed, first into Emma's mouth and then all over her face as she quickly spit him out, shrieking with astonishment.

Now that his release was complete, Peter began yelling at Emma, demanding to know whatever had possessed her to do something like that.




Betrayal Ch. 02



"Only a tramp would think of taking a penis in their mouth, not a happily married wife! Have you gone insane? Tell me what were you thinking, Emma."

There was no good answer to that and she only felt overwhelmed with dreadful shame as the spell she'd been under all day was completely shattered. 

In her imagination, Peter would have taken her in his arms and thanked her for doing something so wonderful and brave, just to please him. Perhaps he would have offered to do the same for her, and their life together would have entered a new phase, a wonderful bond forged between them.

Peter stormed around the room, towel held against his crotch, yelling at the top of his lungs that his wife had just behaved like a common tramp.

Mortified beyond belief, she fled, thundering down the stairs and locking herself in the downstairs powder room where she wept bitter tears at having embarrassed herself and her husband so completely. She now saw clearly how incredibly immorally she'd behaved.

How could she ever look Peter in the eye again? It was even worse when she went to rinse off her face and saw in the mirror that it was still covered with ropes of her husband's sticky semen. She had been so upset, she hadn't even noticed.

Peter stayed upstairs and Emma was too ashamed to go up, so she spent the night weeping and dozing on the sofa in their study, vowing never again to look at filthy images on the Internet. From now on, she would strive to be a dutiful wife.

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The repeated chime of the doorbell woke Emma from a deep sleep at 9:30 the next morning.

Momentarily disoriented, she sat up quickly wondering what was happening. It ding-donged twice more before her brain clicked into gear and she got up to run to the door. Her hands were already on the handle and lock when she realized that she was only dressed in a tee-shirt.

Counting her blessings, she scurried upstairs and threw on the loose-fitting jeans she'd worn the day before. Padding back down, she crossed their small foyer, looking in the mirror as she passed. Her hair looked like rats had set up house in it and her eyes had dark circles underneath them. She wished she had just hidden in the basement until Derek had given up.

He was dressed in running shorts with a nylon mesh athletic shirt above and a big grin on his face.

"You're wearing that today for our run?"

Emma blushed, since she just realized that her breasts would be obviously unencumbered by a bra if Derek bothered to look -- which he equally obviously did.

"I, um, I overslept this morning. I'm really sorry, but I can't possibly be ready for at least another 40 minutes to an hour."

She meant her comment as a way to put off the whole undertaking. After all, Derek had been partially the cause of her complete humiliation with Peter the previous evening. The last thing she wanted was to have to be around him this morning.

"That's all right. I have nothing else on today, so whether we leave now or an hour from now makes no difference to me. I'll be out in my back yard reading the paper, so come and fetch me when you're ready."

"Derek..."

He reached out and squeezed her shoulder. "It's okay. I understand. Take your time, but I was really looking forward to going out for a run with you."

With that, he turned and disappeared into his front door. Emma really was stuck. It would be quite rude to refuse to go now. Why hadn't she thought of saying she didn't feel well? It was true enough.

Forty-five minutes later, Emma stepped out onto her back deck. She had on the least attractive of her running outfits: long, baggy shorts, a big floppy tee-shirt and a sports bra that hid everything under its thick fabric. Still, Derek gave her an indecently long appraisal with his eyes.

"Ready when you are," she sighed.

Her attractive neighbor smiled and one again vaulted over the low fence beyond the deck, neatly side-stepping the flowers. He took Emma's elbow and led her towards the gate into the driveway.

"I'll let you set the pace. I'm a good 8 inches taller than you."

"I haven't stretched yet," she answered, as a way to get Derek to stop touching her. Every time he did, her heart went off like a trip-hammer.

As she used the house to lean against, he stood and watched, an appraising look on her face.

"You done a lot of sports over the years, haven't you?"

"What? Oh, yes. I have. Mostly field hockey and basketball. Going out for track and field got me interested in long distance running."

"I take it Peter doesn't run."

That was almost a laughable comment, considering the spare tire around her husband's waist. Emma glanced up and Derek was grinning. Was he having her on?

Soon they were 3 blocks from home, running at a comfortable lope, and Derek, true to his word, was letting Emma set the pace. Since she felt so rough after the poor night, her speed was slower than normal. If her companion found it frustrating, he didn't let it show.

As they ran, they chatted. The conversation, as opposed to the previous evening, centered around Emma, and she felt her apprehension draining away, and spoke more freely than was her usual want, being so shy.

They were gone for nearly two hours, not all of it spent running, as she showed him her favorite trails through the forest. At the far end, they rested in the shade of a large maple after drinking their fill at a fountain.

Derek had his hands behind his head as he stretched out on the grass. "What a glorious day."

Emma was sitting sideways on her left hip, her arm propping up her body. Being alone with Derek wasn't all that scary after all, she thought as she looked down at him.

He was powerfully handsome, but her resolve of the evening before was holding firm as she tried to feel sisterly towards him. With no brother of her own, it was sort of nice. That was it: Derek was no Don Juan. He was just a genuinely nice guy.

The next three weeks, the two ran every Saturday and Sunday, going farther and now challenging each other a bit more. Of course, Derek, with his long legs, could outrun Emma anytime he wanted, but she felt she had the better stamina. Occasionally, they ran when he got home from work early enough.

Also during this time, Emma was forced to listen to the string of women passing through Derek's bedroom, living room, kitchen, even hearing something once through the walls of the basement. Peter heard it sometimes, too, but never really said much, perhaps because the two men had become golfing buddies. Derek always kicked Peter's butt.

Emma and Peter had patched things up somewhat, but he remained distant, and she thought, a little suspicious of her. He did ask her once where she'd gotten the idea to fellate him. She'd made up a story about looking up something completely unrelated and winding up on a page about relations.

"The article said that all men enjoy it. I did it to please you."

"Well, it's wrong. People can stick up anything they want on the Internet, but you're an intelligent grown woman, a wife, a teacher, and you should have known better. Tell me, would you expect me to kiss you after you've had my penis in your mouth?"

There was no good answer to that, so Emma changed the subject as quickly as she could.

Peter's job was changing as he moved up in the company (a firm that sold conveyor belts, robotics and the like), and this meant that he needed to travel even more, going to various trade shows and meeting with the larger customers. Even though their relationship was strained, Emma was trying as hard as she could to be understanding with her husband, but the fact was, when he was on the road, she was dreadfully lonely.

It took only 12 days for part of her resolve to weaken, and she masturbated one evening when Peter was away.

She'd meant it to be a quick rub and cum, and had just pulled down her jeans and panties while lying on the bed. With a little bit of hand lotion, she wouldn't even have to wait until she got wet.

Two minutes in, she heard noises from Derek's bedroom, female noises and it was obvious he had another visitor. This one was unignorably loud and Emma felt her libido rise as Derek was apparently performing miracles with his tongue between her legs.

As Emma rubbed her hardening clitoris, she began to imagine, despite her own stern warnings not to, that her neighbor was doing these marvelous things to her.

Apparently, Derek was teasing the poor woman so that by the time he finally gave her the release she was begging for, Emma was also at such a fever pitch that she came almost as hard as she had on that afternoon in front of the mirror.

The next morning, she was at the complex's swimming pool when she heard her two neighbors talking. Now she had a face to the voice on the other side of the wall the previous evening.

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Shortly after 7:00, Derek came out onto his deck and spotted Emma sitting alone at the table, her dinner plate empty and a novel open next to her.

"Hi neighbor," he said pleasantly.

Emma smiled. "Hi yourself."

"Is Peter still away?"

"Yup. Until Saturday. He's in Seattle."

"Um, sorry about last night. I hope we didn't keep you up."

Emma felt her face turn crimson. "I, um, didn't hear a thing. I was watching TV in the living room."

Derek disappeared inside and came out with a wine bottle and two glasses. Putting them down on his table and raising the umbrella, he asked over his shoulder, "Fancy a glass of wine?"

"Uh, sure," she answered as she closed the book.

"Come here."

She walked to the edge of the taller portion of the fence and Derek reached over, wrapping his arm around her waist as he flicked her right over the fence. She whooped involuntarily to feel herself airborne and wound up in his strong arms. He looked at her for a long moment, then set her down lightly.

"There. Wasn't that easier than going all the way around?"

Emma's eyes sparkled. "Of course, I could have done this just as easily."

With that, she walked off the deck, stepped back to the middle of Derek's yard and easily hurdled the 3-foot high lower fence, right over the flower bed as well. Turning on her heel, she did the return trip even easier.

The look on Derek's face made it all worthwhile.

"Hurdler all through college," she said simply, taking her seat at his table and holding up a wine glass. "You said something about wine."

His expression made it clear something was going on in his brain, but Emma couldn't figure out what it might be.

She'd been in a terrific mood all day, and had no idea why, and even Derek mentioning what had gone on in his bedroom the previous night, couldn't make her embarrassed, even after what she'd heard later at the swimming pool.

As he poured the wine, Derek said, "You're in a pretty good mood today."

Emma shrugged.

They enjoyed their first swallows in silence.

When he didn't say anything further, Emma looked up. Derek was staring at her.

"Emma, dear, I'd like to think we've become pretty good friends over the last month."

She nodded, wondering where this was going.

"I know you heard what was going on in my bedroom last night. In fact, I'd bet you've heard things plenty of times."

She nodded again, covering up her growing discomfort by looking down into her wine glass.

"It's just that, well, I don't want you to think any less of me. I do what I do, but I don't want you to get the wrong idea."

If she hadn't been feeling so strong inwardly, she never would have dared to say what she said next.

"Derek, you're screwing married women. How can that be a good thing?"

He was silent for a long moment. "I'm screwing bored, lonely women who happened to be married. There is a distinction."

"I fail to see it."

"I also have a confession to make. You see, I know you heard what was going on with Mar---, the woman I was with last night, because I heard you over in your bedroom."

Emma felt her heart start to pound and her face felt hot.

"I distinctly heard you have an orgasm, Emma, and it's not the first time, either."

"You...you've been eavesdropping on---"

"We've both been eavesdropping on each other." Derek smiled earnestly, trying to keep things light. "I also heard that terrible fight you and Peter had several weeks ago. Every word of it, I'm afraid."

Emma leapt to her feet, completely appalled by what this man whom she considered a really great friend, like a brother to her, was saying. Why was he doing this?

"I thought you were my friend! Are you some sort of pervert who get his kicks by embarrassing people?" she spluttered and then began to cry.

Derek was around the table in a flash, wrapping his arms tightly around her as she struggled to get away. This was all just so horrid!

"Let me go! I'll scream! I swear I will."

"Emma, please! Please hear me out. I knew I would embarrass you, but I really need to tell you some things. Look, why don't we go indoors? You know how the neighbors talk around here. Please listen to what I have to say, and afterwards, if you want to slap my face or kick me in the nuts, I'll gladly stand there and let you do it. Okay?"

She spent a moment thinking this over, then nodded her head. "All right."

He took her hand and led her in, and if any neighbors saw it, neither gave a damn.

In Derek's living room, he handed her a snifter of cognac. "Here. Knock this back. It will calm you down."

Emma sat at the far end of the sofa and he sat discreetly in another chair. In a few minutes, she knew he was right. She did feel a little more in control.

"I realized late in high school that I have a gift, Emma."

She frowned immediately. "You call that a gift."

He held up his hand. "I know I was born very, very lucky. I hope it doesn't come across as completely conceited, but I know I'm handsome. Women tell me that all the time. It started just before I turned 18. But they weren't people my own age, they were all older than me, and almost all of them were married.

"You certainly know by now that I'm what's called 'well endowed', but it goes much farther than that. A few weeks after I got to university, a teammate approached me after a touch football game and asked me if I'd like to take over the room he'd been living in since he was transferring schools.

"'It's a great place to live,' he told me. 'A widow owns the house and she takes in one boarder. I said I'd find her someone appropriate. You seem like a really nice guy, Derek, and I think you'd fit right in there. Are you interested?'

"Since I'd discovered that dorm life didn't agree with me, I took him up on his offer and went over to visit the widow with the room to let. I guess when everyone says 'widow', we think of a shriveled up old lady. The person who opened the door to me that evening was just over 40 and drop-dead gorgeous. I'll keep this part of my story short by telling you that she let her room to someone who could be her very discreet lover for the duration of his stay in school. She made that clear from the start. What made her offer completely overwhelming is she promised to teach me how to make love to women exceptionally well."

Emma took another sip of cognac and felt its glowing rivulet all the way down to her stomach. Odd sort of story, she didn't know if she believed it.

"Additionally, Doreen was a professor at the school, so any problems I had with classes, someone to help me with essays, it was all done in house. I cannot tell you how much I learned from this extraordinary woman. She made me what I am today."

"A philanderer?"

"Emma, that is very harsh, but it is understandable. I don't seek these women out, they come to me. I just give them what they want, what they need."

"They need to have their marriages ruined?"

"No. I try to help them improve their marriages. I have very simple ground rules. I will teach them about physical love, I will counsel them on how to get their husband's interest once again, how to make themselves desirable. I make it clear from the beginning that while I do enjoy their company, I will not get involved with them, and if they get involved with me, then it's over."

"And you expect me to believe this fairy tale?" Emma leaned forward to put her empty snifter on the coffee table. "What is it? You want me to become your next conquest?"

Derek banged his fist hard on the arm of his chair. "No, goddammit! I want to help you!" He came over and sat on the sofa, but at the opposite end. "It's clear to me that your marriage is in trouble. Isn't that true?"

A lone tear dribbled down Emma's cheek. "Yes," she whispered. "I'm afraid it is."

"You're changing, aren't you, Emma, dear?"

"Yes, and it's all your fault!" She managed a wan smile. "You and the builders of this complex."

"I know, and for that I'm truly sorry."

She could tell that he was and that made her feel marginally better.

"May I tell you the truth, Emma?" Derek asked. "And will you listen to it? It will be hard. I know how shy you are."

At that point, she excused herself to use the powder room. Looking in the mirror over the sink, her eyes were red from crying and her face looked puffy. Lovely. She should probably just excuse herself, go home and hide in the basement until Derek moved away. Instead, she splashed some water on her face.

Back in the living room, she sat silently. Derek had refilled her snifter, but not with much. It was implicitly there if Emma wanted it.

"What are you thinking, Emma?" Derek eventually asked.

She sighed a few times before answering. "This is all too much to take in."

"Well, would you be willing to listen to me for a few minutes? I'll stop if you're too uncomfortable. Just tell me."

More silence, then, "Okay."

"That night you had the fight with Peter, he said things that aren't true."

"Like what?"

"That you're a slut, a whore, not a good and proper wife because you took him in your mouth. What you did to him isn't depraved or wrong in any way. It was wonderful of you to want to do that for him."

Emma winced at the bluntness of Derek's words. These were very intimate things and here the man from next door, even though he'd become a good friend, was talking to her about something awful that had happened between her and her husband. She wouldn't have dared talk about this with another woman, let alone another man.

"What you gave your husband that night, dear Emma," Derek continued, "was perhaps the most intimate gift a woman can give a man, more intimate than intercourse. Peter treated you very badly. Things haven't been good between you since, have they?"

"It shows?"

"In little ways, mostly that you're sad a lot of the time."

"Things are gradually returning to normal," she said defensively.

"No, things are returning to the way they were. They never have been what I would call normal." Emma started to object, but Derek held up his hand. "Hear me out. One of the joys in marriage is to share intimacy, and that covers a lot of territory. You and Peter need to communicate. Your relationship seems to be based on him talking and you listening. Tell me this: does he ever ask you what you're thinking?"

Emma's brow furrowed. "I don't understand."

"Does Peter ever just say, 'What are you thinking, my dear?' It could be about anything or at any time."

"No. Not that I can remember."

"And do you ever ask him?"

"Not very often."

"Then you're not communicating much are you? That's how it starts. Each spouse wants to share, wants to know, wants to help."

"We help each other."

"Do you?"

Emma was silent for several minutes as Derek waited patiently. It was true. Most of what Peter and Emma talked about was his job, what he wanted to do. They occasionally talked about her. Peter also wasn't very spontaneous. Everything had to be planned out. He wasn't the sort of person to walk in the door and say, 'I decided on the way home that I want to take you out to dinner tonight. On the rare occasions when they went out, it was planned days or weeks in advance. Any social events were also with the people he worked with. Emma really had no friends -- except for Derek. She still felt a bit like an outsider in the staff room of her school, mostly because she couldn't just chatter away like everyone else. She was too shy.




Betrayal Ch. 02



Partway through her reverie, she realized she had been talking out loud. Derek was just sitting there nodding, no interruptions. She was immediately embarrassed.

"I shouldn't have said those things out loud."

"Nonsense, Emma, they were straight from the heart. And they weren't things I didn't already suspect." He moved closer on the sofa and took her hand. "You are a chatterbox -- at least with me when we're out running. Have you noticed that?"

"I am?"

"Yes, that's how I knew you needed to talk. Shyness can be overcome. It's just a form of insecurity. Secure people might be quiet, but in my experience, they aren't shy."

That last comment had the ring of stone cold truth to Emma. It also opened the flood gates and Emma spoke to Derek that night about things she'd never been able to say out loud, about how she felt she had evil thoughts that needed to be controlled, that her father made her feel that she was never good enough, about how she felt that Peter didn't really love her all that much.

Eventually, she looked at her watch and leaped to her feet. "Oh my gosh, it's nearly midnight!"

"So?"

"I've taken up your whole evening with my...chattering."

"I've enjoyed listening. You needed to talk."

Suddenly Emma felt afraid and vulnerable. "You won't say anything to anyone else, will you?"

Derek moved towards her and gave her a big hug. "You're my friend, Emma, and I'd never do anything to hurt you."

A thought sprang into the woman's head. "Are you real?"

He laughed heartily. "Oh yes. I just have a mission in life."

"And what's that?"

"To make people happy."

She looked up at her friend piercingly. "I thought all men were only after one thing."

Derek grinned. "We are. Quite often my helping people gives me very great pleasure."

"Do you want to do things to me?"

"Certainly. But only if you ask me to." He let Emma go and walked her to the back door. "We skirted around the sexual stuff tonight because I know how uncomfortable it makes you, but you know already that I heard you climax last night, so I know you were masturbating."

Emma gulped at the intimate turn the conversation had taken, but instead of scurrying for her own back door, she decided to be brave and simply nodded.

"This evening when we were first talking, I immediately noticed that you were feeling really happy for a change. You actually teased me, jumping over the fence like you did. That's not normal behavior for you, Emma."

Where was Derek going with this?

He opened the screen door for her. "Think about this: you masturbated, gave yourself release and the next day you felt happy and confident. Think the two aren't related?" He patted her rear end to get her through the door, then easily lifted her over the dividing fence. Just before setting her down, he kissed her cheek lightly. "Goodnight, Emma."

With that he was gone.

She stayed up very late, thinking hard.



Betrayal Ch. 02



"Artemous? Artemous!"

I stepped back beneath a shadowed alcove and pressed my burning wrists against my chest. The part of me that could still think rationally knew that I was only delaying the inevitable but as I closed my eyes and tried to control my ragged breathing I reasoned with myself that I would do anything to keep the necromancer away from me, even if it was only for a few moments more.

"I can feel you Artemous, I know that you're in here!" his voice echoed through the empty gardens, slithering its way through the trees and ancients ruins until it sounded like it was coming from every direction. "Come out!" Thunder exploded above me, near knocking my off my feet as I knelt pitifully in a huddle on the floor. Such monstrous power! I wondered how any man could expel so much forceful energy without being burned to crisp.

His footsteps were coming closer. My instincts demanded flight but I found myself rooted to the spot, unable to move or think. His heavy boots stepped into my view. I willed them to move on and for a moment, as he took one more faltering step forward I thought my wish had been granted. Of course I was wrong, I was always wrong. "Hiding under a rock, little mage?" His mocking tone was jubilant. He enjoyed torturing me. "Come out now, less you force me to come in there after you." 

I almost did as he commanded but I was frozen with fear and couldn't move. I heard him sigh above me, the sort of sigh a father expelled when he was dealing with an unruly child and then his hand was wrapped around my wrist and he was dragging me out. Too numb with terror to react I didn't struggle when he pulled me to my feet and caught my jacket lapels. He tutted loudly and pressed his finger to the middle of my forehead. A great invisible whiplash cracked against my back, near crippling me as I released a silent scream of pain.   

"Did that hurt Artemous?" His hand caught my chin, locking onto it and forcing me to look at him. "Because I assure you that this is only the beginning. I guarantee that when I'm done with you you'll never try to run again."

"I'm sorry," I gasped. Another whiplash tore into me. "Please!" I cried, trying to pull free and avoid the pain in my back. "I'm sorry, I won't run again! I swear!"

"You swear?" He laughed in my face, spraying goblets of spit at me. "What does the word of a northern mage mean to me?" He threw me to the ground and pressed me down flat with his power. "The only thing your kind understands is force. You need to be punished Artemous and so you shall."

I never could have known what he meant to do to me and even if I had there was no way I could have stopped him. Even so I could feel the bracelets around my wrists burning into my skin. He pressed his palm over both of my eyes and then before I could do more than merely whimper a blinding white force pushed its way through my closed eyelids and into the very depths of my mind. 

When he released me at last and I opened my eyes I couldn't see anything. I rubbed at them furiously but all there was before me was darkness. Rough hands caught me under my arms and hoisted me to my feet. I tried to pull away but I couldn't even tell which direction away was.

"Please," I cried. "Give me back my sight! Please, you've blinded me! "

He pressed his lips very close to my ear as his burly arm wrapped around my waist. "So I have little mage and so you'll remain unless I decide otherwise. And do not think this is the end to your punishment boy. You've a lot to answer for." His strong hand rose above me and I saw the curved dagger a moment to late as it hurtled towards my chest. ****************

He woke with a terrified scream that roused the men around him into instant wakefulness. He could feel the tears flowing down his cheeks as he tried to convince himself that his sight was fine, it was merely dark within the swaying cabin deck. A large hand pressed against his chest and forced him onto his back. A light was shined in his face and he sobbed with relief even as it dazzled him. He could barely make out the siluette of the person holding him down but he thought he recognised him. "Jostlin?" He said hopefully, preying it was the young solider that had watched out for him since that dreadful night their leader had attacked him. 

"Yes it's me. Why were you screaming?" His voice sounding exasperated but Artemous couldn't detect any real anger. 

He looked away from the light and shuddered violently. "I'm sorry, it was only a dream."

"Must have been a fairly awful one." He commented. "You think you can control yourself till morning? They'll gag you if you wake them up again." His voice took on a slightly gentler tone as he pressed his hand against the smaller man's forehead. "You're really shook up aren't you?"

"I'll be quiet." He answered softly. He doubted he'd fall asleep again that night so there was little risk of waking everyone a second time. "I'm sorry I woke you." He said honestly.

Jostlin looked like he was about to answer but a bellowed voice rang out in the eastern language and the young man answered him frostily. He disappeared back into his bunk and the room was soon full of snores and snorts again. Artemous couldn't bare the idea of entering the nightmare again so he concentrated on being still. He began caressing the bracelet on his right wrist and awaited the dawn. ************* 

He had never known that the ocean could be so seemingly endless, that the sky could shine so brightly or that the very air that surrounded him could be as thick and warm as soup. All he had ever seen or known was an unending winter. 

His mind began to wonder as he stared out over the ocean waves when suddenly an unbidden memory of a laughing woman with eyes the colour of the sea enveloped his thoughts. He cringed inwardly, his thoughts suddenly grim as he stared out over the ebbing horizon. What if a wave does come, he wondered as he peered down into the ocean depths. He had killed an innocent woman because the man he had loved, who ultimately betrayed him, had asked him to prove his loyalty. Didn't such obvious stupidity deserve to be punished?

He reached up and brushed his damp hair from his eyes. He tried not to think of his betrayer or the woman he had killed. It hurt too much to remember. From the corner of his eyes he watched the easterners walk about the ship, their legs steady and sure on the rocking deck. They had quickly shed the firs and pelts they had worn in the north for much lighter and grander looking silks. They had washed as well and no longer smelled like musk and other unpleasant odours. Artemous wondered at that. He had heard the easterners and southerners were barbarians. Little better than beast that rolled around in their own muck. Yet here they were, re-entering the world that they had been born into, and suddenly they looked healthier, richer, and stronger even.

Artemous people did not dress with flamboyance or care; they wore what necessary to keep warm and alive. Colour was not something one expected a decent person to wear. Colour was meant for whores and tinkers. But among the easterners colour seemed paramount. They shaved as well, one and all they were smooth of face. Artemous ran his hand over his own face, rough with stubble from his time spent behind bars and during travel.

"You must be warm." A snivelling voice drawled at his back. Artemous tensed, awaiting Galarias's loathsome touch. It was his neck this time and he had to resist the urge to pull away. He kept his eyes fixed ahead. He had learned the best way to deter a would be admirer was to ignore them completely. "You'll get sick if you stay out in the sun in these." His hand slid beneath Artemous shirt and caressed the top of his shoulder blade. "I have something far more suitable in my chambers, come and I'll show you."

Artemous closed his eyes briefly and repressed a shudder of distaste. Galarias chuckled in his ear abruptly and stood up. "Maybe later then mage." He said brightly before ruffling the northerner's hair and sauntering off up the deck. Artemous lowered his head slightly and watched him leave from beneath a curtain of blonde tresses. 

"Galarias bothering you again mage?" a deep voice asked beside him. Artemous offered Jostlin a slight smile and shifted slightly. The other man took the intended invitation and dropped down beside him.

"He's harmless enough I suppose." He answered with a shrug.

"He has a point though; you can't stay dressed as you are. The heat will get worse and it will make you sick. You must be sweltering already. "

Artemous looked at Jostlin's bright red platoon trousers and open purple shirt and flushed guiltily. Jostlin's powerful chest near glistened in the heat, his skin a beautiful golden brown. He looked away quickly before the other man could see but judging by the amused chuckle he heard the easterner had noticed. "I didn't realise you were so shy mage." 

"Our ideas of acceptable standards differ I think." Artemous answered quietly, though his rosy cheekbones had little to do with shyness. 

"I would suggest you lose your northern squeamishness rather quickly little brother," Jostlin said good naturedly as he hoisted Artemous to his feet. "Come with me and we'll see what we can find to fit you. Whatever it is we'll need something that covers that pale skin of yours. You'll burn something fierce if you're not careful." 

"Protect it how?" Artemous asked warily.

Jostlin laughed and ruffled his hair good naturedly. "Never fear little brother; we're not going to cover you in the animal fat we were wearing before. That would only make you cook all the more I fear."

"That's what you wearing before? Animal fat?" Artemous wrinkled his nose slightly. "Why?"

"Because we don't have your natural tolerance for the cold. The fat protects us from frostbite and keeps our body temperature up. Dreadful stuff but necessary. I think you'll be safe enough with a hat and a long sleeved shirt though. What say you, do you trust me to keep you decent?"

Despite himself Artemous let out a soft laugh. "I trust you Jostlin. Lead the way."

A little while later Artemous found himself sitting on the deck looking decidedly like a peacock. His platoons were a ridiculous shade of green but it was nothing compared to the billowy blue shirt that was so large on him that he had to roll the sleeves up four times before they even reached his wrists. He sighed quietly and pulled the oversized blue hat over his eyes and decided he might as well give into his fatigue and take a quick nap. He was in a far corner so there was little danger of anyone tripping over him.

He closed his eyes but despite his fear sleep was a long time in coming. Fatigue eventually won out though and he fell into a fitful slumber. ********* 

I can see my father, his eyes wide and unseeing as the blood dripped slowly from the wound in his back. I had known that he owed men money, frightening men with rough voices and cruel eyes. My father told me not to worry, he said he would have their money soon and then they could leave the poverty stricken quarter they were living in and move to one of the outer baronies. 

Clearly he had been lying. When he died I was left alone, an eighteen year old boy with no money and no particular skills to speak of. I did the only thing I could and began to steal. It was inevitable that I would get caught. I was too old to enter the trade with any sort of skill and I was too small to defend myself.

The guards collared me and I received the beating of my life. My only other attribute of course was the magic but it was a gift to the wealthy and if I was caught conjuring it would mean my life. Of course as their boots laid into me I stopped caring about the consequences. I lashed out with raw energy and I killed one of the guards. That was when Ruben found me.

"You're beautiful." He told me, his striking voice flowing over me like a velvet caress. "Beautiful and mine."

And I was his, for years I belonged to him. Until he asked me to kill his sister. 

"She plots against me my love; she wants my throne for herself. What do you think she'll do to me if she grasps power? You know how she detests me."

So I killed her. I forced the blade into her yielding flesh and stole the light from her sea green eyes. Only she wasn't dying. She reached out to me, shrieking terribly as her unseeing eyes stared mindlessly past me. "Innocent!" She shrieked, "I was innocent! You killed me, you did it to me."

"I'm sorry," I chocked, trying to prise her stone cold hands from my shoulders. "Please, he tricked me. I'm so sorry."

"Too late," She shrieked, "Into the fire, into the fire." She chanted.

Searing heat reached out to me and I realised with growing terror that she was dragging me towards the great fire that had sprung up behind me. I started screaming madly, clawing and fighting for my life. I couldn't break free though, she was too strong and she refused to let me go.

"Into the fire," She cackled as she lifted me from my feet and hurled me towards the dancing flames.

********

"Vesta Shonek!" A voice yelled above him. It was instantly taken up by the rest of the crew and thankfully drowned out the sound of Artemous's screams. He shrank back against the barrel he had been leaning on and tried to control his ragged breathing. What was happening to him? He had never dreamed so terribly before, not even when he was in the cage awaiting his execution.

"Little brother," A voice chimed above him in common. Artemous looked up into Jostlin's good natured face and felt a moment of calm that was cruelly cut short. "Land ho!" He said happily, pointing to the right of them. "We're home."

"Home?" Artemous asked stupidly. He pressed his knuckles into his eyes and rubbed them fiercely. "It isn't my home Jostlin."

The other man frowned for a moment but it soon turned into another smile. "Maybe not yet, but it will be." And with that he leapt to the deck and out of Artemous sight. The young mage took one last deep breath and sat back.

Home he thought solemnly, was something he was yet to find. 



Betrayal? Ch. 02



I apologize to those who read the first story and did not get an ending. I thought I could tell it all in one story, but have since decided that I want to keep my options open. So here is part two, this one from Lynn's point of view. I appreciate any feedback. 

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I was on my way home from a wonderful night. Most people would consider my situation to be a very complicated one. Only a few weeks ago, my husband Michael practically begged me to go fuck other men. Apparently he had been fantasizing about me fucking other men for some time. Although I love my husband to death, the idea of feeling another mans dick in my pussy was one that I would never turn down. 

As I was driving home from my night with my colleague Patrick, I couldn't help but smile at the situation I was in. Like most men, I had one of those sex drives that never seemed to be quenched. And unlike most women, I took the bull by the horns (in my case by the balls) and fucked who I wanted. 

Michael had been sweet to finally realize that I should be able to do who I want, but what he never realized was that I already was. As I mentioned before, I do love my husband. But there is just something that gets me wet knowing that I can have any man that I want. 

When I was young, I was quite adventurous in regards to sexual experimentation. I lost my virginity when I was 15 to a beautiful Italian boy at my high school. Early on, I was a one man woman. I would never venture sexually outside of my boyfriend. That was until I met Michael, my current husband. Michael and I met and fell quickly into love. I was his first fuck and I made sure to do it often. We dated for just over three years when I ran into one of my long lost ex-boyfriends when I was out of town on business. 

John was one of my earlier flings. He was a very attractive guy, but was nothing more than that. I could never seem to have any type of conversation with the guy. The only reason why initially gave him the time of day was because I was at a pool party and saw him half naked swimming around and he had the most incredible body I had ever seen. I didn't have a boyfriend at the time, so I decided to take the plunge with John. 

It was a long night of drinking, and once most of the party go-ers left, I had the perfect chance to see what John was all about. Everyone else was inside in their own rooms making moves on each other, leaving John and I out in the pool alone. I swam up to him and began flirting with him. I tried to push him under water, and he tried to get me as well. We were touching and rubbing all over each other. 

I finally leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. He responded with force, grabbing me and pulling my body against his. It was then that I felt his dick along my leg, and it felt huge! I put my hand underwater, and ran it down his chiseled abs and into his swim trunks. I couldn't even fit my hand around it. He kept kissing me and began feeling my tits through my swim suit. 

Before I could pull his dick out of his shorts, he picked me up and sat me on the edge of the pool. Pulling my bikini bottoms to the side, he kissed his way up my legs towards my cunt. His tongue found my pussy, and he worked it in and out of me, building one of the most satisfying orgasms that I had ever had. 

He brought his fingers up to my pussy hole while he licked my clit. I had never felt so good in my entire life. This man was amazing. Speeding his tongue up, he finally brought me to an orgasm. I found that I was moaning at the top of my lungs, but had no desire to stop. 

I looked down at John and told him that it was his turn. I dropped back in the pool, and shoved him against the pool wall. I guided him up so he was now sitting on the wall. I couldn't wait to see what he had waiting for me. I untied his swim trunks, and pulled his dick out. His dick was about 7 inches long, but was as wide as a fucking soda can. I didn't know if I would be able to put it all in my mouth or even my pussy, but I knew I wanted to try. 

I began licking my way all around his hard dick. And then placed the tip in my mouth. I could taste his pre-cum leaking into my mouth. I lowered my mouth down, and then came back up. I knew I had to do this gradually. I kept going further and further down on his shaft. My mouth felt so full, but I didn't care if my jaw broke open, I wanted to get the whole monster dick in my mouth. Eventually, I felt my mouth against his pelvic area and was satisfied to know that I had done it. By this time he was moaning and guiding my head up and down on his dick. 

I used one hand to help work his shaft as my mouth went up and down, and the other I from his balls down to his ass. Anytime I got close to his asshole he would start moaning even louder. Eventually, he tried stopping me from the blowjob because he was about to cum, but I wanted to reap the rewards of my efforts. I ignored his request and began sucking faster and harder until I felt his body tighten. I suddenly felt his warm sperm hit the back of my throat. There was so much of it that it ran out of my mouth, down my chin and dripped into the pool. 

After he came down from his orgasm, he was pissed that he didn't have the chance to fuck me. But I told him that after seeing his huge dick, I was his whenever he wanted. This was the start to our relationship. He and I were not like normal boyfriend girlfriend. He would spend most of his time with his buddies going to strip clubs, sporting events, parties and concerts. At the end of the day I would always be in his room waiting for him to come in and fuck me. 

Over time, I realized that he was a selfish lover. Other than that first night with him, he would rarely spend time on making me cum. He would fuck me until he would cum, and then roll over and go to sleep. This was the demise of our relationship. As hard as it was for me to leave someone with a perfect dick, I knew I had to so I could find someone that was as willing to get me to cum, as I was to him. 

It was not even a month later that I finally meet Michael. He was a gentleman, and he spoiled me rotten. After he finally let me fuck him, I got used to the average size dick in order to stay with a decent man. It seemed that life was going great for both Michael and myself. That was when John came back into my life. 

I was working at a conference in Atlanta when I ran into John at the hotel bar. We exchanged small talk for a few hours. John and I both had a few too many drinks and I kept catching myself looking at his pants. I was sure he knew what I was doing and eventually invited me back up to his room. I knew the right answer was to say no, but the slut in me wanted to feel Johns dick in me again. 

I followed him up to his room where we wasted no time at all. Fortunately, I was wearing a skirt which provided easy access to my dripping pussy. He shoved me down over the bed, not even letting me take my cloths off. I felt the head of his dick pushing against my entrance. I opened my legs a little wider to allow easier access. John fucked me for a good 10 minutes before shooting his huge load into my cunt. I stood up and grabbed hold of him and tried pushing him onto the bed. But he told me that he was tired and had an early morning the next day. 

Naturally I was pissed. I had let this asshole fuck me again, only to not feel satisfied myself. I went back to my room laid down in my bed and tried to bring myself to an orgasm. I couldn't do it. I called Michael and told him that I needed to cum and I wanted to have phone sex. I didn't realize that it was 2 a.m. He asked why I was still up and why I was so horny. Apparently I was drunk enough to tell him that I had just been fucked by an ex-boyfriend but was not satisfied from it. 

Needless to say, he blew a fuse and demanded that I come home right away. I told him that I would just stay in my hotel room through the night and head home the next day. When I awoke the following morning, reality hit me pretty hard. I knew that I had gone out of my relationship for sexual satisfaction, and that there would be some repercussions. 

After I got home, Michael demanded that I tell him the whole story. I told him about John and the past we had, and that he had been in Atlanta for a conference and that we were both drunk. After my story, instead of yelling at me, Michael took me into the bedroom and fucked me like he hadn't fucked me in a really long time. 

It was then that I decided that even though John was an asshole, I still needed have the feeling of other mens dicks inside me. I did an excellent job of keeping it from Michael. He and I eventually got married, but the whole time, I was finding other men on the side. 

It was 3 years into our marriage when he finally suggested that I fuck other men. I of course made him feel like it was something I had to think about. And when I finally agreed to it, I was so thrilled knowing I had Michaels blessing to do this. 

A few weeks later, I told Michael about one of my colleagues Patrick, who was in town for our quarterly sales meeting. I told him that there seemed to be mutual attraction and that this may be the perfect time for me to "try" and fuck another guy. What Michael didn't know is that I had already fucked Patrick on multiple occasions. 

Finally, I was on my way home from my perfect night with Patrick and I was excited to tell Michael the story. I came into our house, and went straight for the bed where he was waiting for me. I took all my cloths off and sensually crawled up to Michaels already hard dick. 

"So tell me what happened tonight" Michael said. 

"Well, after our work meeting, he and I headed up to his room. On the way, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. He was grabbing my ass and sliding his fingers along my thong. I kept touching the front of his body feeling his dick pushing against his pants trying to get out."

Michael began softly moaning. 

I continued "When we finally got to his room, we began kissing each other, exploring our mouths with our tongues. He guided me over to the bed where I sat on the end and unbuckled his belt. He pulled his shirt off and started to help me with his pants. His dick finally jumped free of his pants and I didn't waste a second. I put it in my mouth and began sucking it as fast as I could."

At this point I began getting extremely wet from telling Michael the story. I never realized that telling the story of me fucking someone else to my husband could turn me on so much. 

"I put my hands around his body and put them on his ass. He then leaned forward and pushed me fully onto the bed. He then crawled over me and positioned himself so we would be in a sixty nine position. He put his mouth onto my soaking wet pussy and began lapping up all my juices while I licked and sucked his dick. I was so turned on that I came right then for the first time."

Even though I was giving Michael the blowjob, my body began to rock just from talking about my orgasm. He hadn't even touched me yet and I was already cumming just from telling the story. 

I stopped sucking Michael, and moved up so I could slide his dick into my cunt.

"After Patrick made me cum, he flipped me over and positioned me on all fours so he could fuck me doggie style. My pussy was still so sensitive from my first orgasm, that I came the whole time he was fucking me. Finally, he shot his load deep into my pussy and we both fell on top of each other trying to recover." 

By the end of the story, I was huffing and puffing. I never dreamed that this would be so mind blowing. I had just told my husband how I had been fucked by another man, and he was still fucking me as hard as he could. 

We both finally came. He pulled me off his dick and shoved my head down so I could swallow his cum, which I gladly did. I felt like I was in heaven. 

Afterward, as we were holding each other, I asked him what he thought of our new situation. 

"Well, while you were gone, all I could think about was that I was going to lose you. I figured that if you found another man like John, but one that had a personalty along with a great dick, I would be receiving a divorce notice. Once you got home, I could tell you enjoyed yourself, but I also have never felt so loved by you."

I was truly shocked at what I was hearing. 

He continued "I see that you love me. You tell me all these things about these other men, but not once have I gotten a hint that they were anything but a sex toy. Some may have bigger dicks than me, some may know how to work their dicks in you, but after tonight, I know that none of that matters to you more than that one night."

I said "You are absolutely right. I do love you and I love you more and more every day. I never dreamed of being able to go out and fuck other men and my husband be okay with it."

That seemed to be the end of it, but before we drifted off to sleep, he said "I hope that we can continue this. I have really enjoyed hearing about your excursion. Maybe tomorrow night you can tell me about the other ones that I haven't heard about yet...."