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Betrayal

By: IrishRose1215



I am trapped in a situation that at times I think I want out of, and at other times I can’t get enough of it. The whole thing started five years ago when my childhood friend came to visit me and my new husband. Daniel, my friend, stayed on the couch since we had only just moved into our new home and had no furniture for the guest room yet. One night, as I made my nightly routine to get a glass of water, I caught Daniel sitting up watching an X-rated movie and jacking off. I was so embarrassed; I didn’t know what to do. I stood there stunned for a minute while he looked at me, his dick still in his hand. I stammered an apology and turned to go back into my room, forgetting the water. As I turned around I heard him laugh and then he called my name, “Rose, come here.” I kept my back to him, “Daniel, I don’t think that is a good idea. I interrupted you during a, umm, intimate moment, and so I’m just going back to bed.”

“I told you to come here, now come here!”

The tone of his voice scared me, and I turned around and sat on the couch with him. I sat there with my head down, and my hands locked together in my lap trying not to look at him. I wondered what he wanted, especially now since he was sitting buck naked on my couch not even trying to hide his body from me. 

“Rose, you want to know something?”

“What Daniel?” My heart started to beat a little faster.

“Just now, I wasn’t really paying attention to that movie.”

“Oh yeah?” My voice started to shake, I knew what he was about to say.

“I was thinking about you.”

“Daniel, I, umm, oh God!”

“Please listen to me Rose. You’re so beautiful and sexy and I’ve dreamed of the day when I could actually get with you and I believe that this is the moment I’ve been waiting for.”

“Daniel! We are friends and nothing more! I can’t do anything with you, it would ruin our friendship!” Though I was saying this I could feel the heat come into my face, and my pussy spasmed but I tried to fight that too.

“But I don’t care that you’re my friend. I see you as a woman, a woman that can give me what I want, and a woman that I’ve wanted for a very long time.”

“No, Daniel, it can’t be done. Even if you weren’t my friend I wouldn’t do it, I am married now!”

“So, what! I don’t give a damn about Charles. I don’t like him and thought that you should have never married him!”

“Shut up! Don’t talk bad about my husband. He is a good man!”

“Does he give you what you want Rose? I know he works a lot and he’s not home very often.”

“My sex life is none of your business!”

“See, if you had a good one you wouldn’t say that. You’d tell me that Charles was fabulous in bed.” His hand had gone to my leg and was moving up my thigh. Every fiber in my body screamed at me to stop him but I didn’t. His hand felt so good, and my pussy began to ache for his touch. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock, “You do this to me Rose, and I think it’s time for you to fix it. I regained my control when my hand went to his stiffened member. I clamped my legs together and quickly took my hand away from him as though his dick had burnt my hand when I touched it. 

“Fuck you Daniel!” I yelled at him as I stood up.

“Rose, I’m sorry, I got carried away must have been from the movie and what I had been doing. I’m sorry Rose I really am. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Okay Daniel. Just please know that I’m not interested in you like that. I love you because you’re my friend and that’s it.”

“I understand. I’m sorry again.”

“Good night Daniel.”

I went and lay back in bed but it took me forever to get to sleep. I kept thinking about how good his hand had felt and how good his cock had felt in mine. I turned over and looked at the sleeping face of my husband. I thought to myself that he was a good man but Daniel had been right. Charles worked a lot and when he came home he was too tired to take care of my needs. I had accepted this thinking that there would come a day when I would have him to myself, but right now we needed the money and so he had to work. . Finally, I drifted off to sleep with the words of my friend still running through my head. 

A couple of days went by and Daniel stuck to his word. He didn’t try to come on to me, and he had said nothing more about the other night, or any fantasies that he had in the meantime. Life went on as usual, and my own thoughts of Daniel started to fade away. But this “normal” life wouldn’t last much longer. 

It had been about a week since the night that Daniel had told me how he felt. I was in the shower getting ready to go do my errands for the day. I heard the bathroom door open and thought that it was Charles coming in to tell me good-bye. “Charles is that you Honey? Do you need any money for lunch today? If so there’s some in my purse.” He didn’t say anything, and I thought that was a little weird. “Charles?” Maybe he left the bathroom and forgot to close the door. “Charles are you there?” I heard the shower curtain pull back and the cold air sweep in. I couldn’t see anything water had gotten in my eyes, “Charles?” I felt a hand lightly touch my breast I shivered, and thought to myself that he wanted more than just a kiss good-bye today. I smiled, “Ooo Charles!” I rubbed at my eyes to get the water out of them so I could see my husband. I gasped, it was Daniel. “What the fuck! Get out of here! Charles will be in here in a minute to tell me good-bye!”

“Charles was running late and already left.”

“Okay, well, still get out of here Daniel!”

“No, I waited. I thought after the other night that your desire for me would come out, and you’d be on the couch fucking the shit out of me. But it didn’t happen, and now I’m here to get what I deserve.”

“You don’t deserve a goddamn thing from me! Now get out!”

“You liked it didn’t you?”

“I liked what?”

“When I touched you just now.”

“I thought you were Charles.”

“Doesn’t matter. You still liked it. You want me Rose admit it.”

“I will admit nothing!” He pulled me to him holding me tight against his body his cock resting against my belly. My body quivered and I hoped he didn’t feel it. I tried to pull away from him, but his grip was too tight. “Let me go!”

“No. I know you like it. I felt you shake.” Shit! “Just give into me Rose this one time then I’ll leave and never come back if you don’t want me to.” 

“I don’t want to! I want you to let me go and leave my house!”

“No you don’t.” His mouth went to my nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. I held back a moan. “Stop it!”

He let go of my nipple and moved to the other one. “I said to stop it!” My protests were falling on deaf ears, and my fight was getting weaker by the minute. His lips felt too good on my tits. He kept up his work moving from one nipple to the other licking, sucking, and biting them making them fully erect. I couldn’t hold back my moans anymore, and the fight went completely out of me. My hands went to the back of his head, and I pushed him into my chest. He moaned once he knew that I had given into him. 

His lips left my breasts and he stood up kissing my lips before placing his hand on the top of my head and pushing me down. I went to my knees. His cock inches away from my lips. “Suck it Rose.” I took him into my mouth circling my tongue around him. I moaned again as I took him completely down my throat. He began to pump his hips into me fucking my mouth softly as I sucked him hard. Even though the water was running down my back I could feel my juices begin to flow from my pussy. It had been so long since I had felt a cock in my mouth, hell it been a long time since I had felt a cock at all. I wanted badly to suck him to completion. I wanted to taste his cum filling my mouth and going down my throat, but he pulled me back up. He turned the water off and told me to get out of the shower and go to the bedroom. He didn’t give me a chance to dry off and I laid down on my bed soak and wet. He mounted me and kissed my lips again as he pushed his cock into my wet hot cunt. I moaned loudly and dug my fingers into his butt as he pushed the entire length of his dick into my pussy. As he began to thrust his manhood into me I came immediately. It had been too long since a real cock had entered me. My toys had never been enough to satisfy my desires. He moaned as my pussy tightened around him, and my juices gushed around his cock.

“That’s it Rose. Cum for me. Your pussy feels so good!”

I began to scream as my orgasm hit its full height. My arms wrapped around his neck and my back arched off the bed as I came up to meet his thrusts. 

“Mmmm…let it go Rose! What a good girl! My God you feel amazing!” 

Finally I began to calm down and I moved my leg to indicate to him to turn over so that I could be on top. Quickly he rolled over and I sat up on him pushing his cock even deeper into my cunt. He moaned and smiled at me as I began to move bouncing up and down on his cock. I looked at him, “Oh God Daniel! Your cock feels so good in my pussy! I could fuck you all day long!” 

“I’m glad you like it girl. I knew you would once you stopped fighting.”

“Shhh…don’t say anything about that. Just let me feel you let me fuck you.”

He said nothing more and reached his hands up to play with my tits. He pinched and pulled on my nipples making me moan even louder. He brought me down so that he could place my tits in his mouth. Feeling his lips and tongue around my nipples again sent me into another orgasm. “Ooooo Daniel! You’re making me cum again! Mmmm…it feels so good!” His hands went to my ass and began to bounce me harder on his cock. I felt him swell inside of me before he told me that he was going to cum. “I’m going to cum Rose!”

“Cum in me Daniel! I want to feel you cum inside of me!”

He bounced me a couple of more times on his cock before he forced me down on him holding me to him as his seed began to release. I felt it hit my inner walls which set off another smaller orgasm in me. I used my muscles to squeeze his dick milking the cum from him making sure I had every last drop inside of me. 

We lay beside each other after it was done. We said nothing to each other. I felt satisfied but guilty at the same time. I had to get up and do something before I regretted every moment I had just spent with him. I had to do something so that I wouldn’t think about it.

“You need to get up. I need to change the sheets. I got them wet since I didn’t dry off.”

“Okay. I’m going to go shower.” I watched as he left the bedroom and wondered if he felt the same way I did. 

I felt even worse that evening when Charles came home. I hoped that my guilt didn’t show on my face but Charles seemed to not take notice if it did. Daniel was having a hard time with Charles being there too and he ended up leaving to go to a bar for the rest of the evening. 

The next day Daniel told me that he was leaving. He said that he couldn’t be around me right now especially with having to look at Charles every night. I was sad but I didn’t protest I figured that it was best that he go. He didn’t leave though without fucking me one more time. Afterwards I watch him pull out of the drive and I figured out of my life forever. 

I walked around for the next couple of months like a girl that had lost her puppy. I had gone into a fit of depression that I couldn’t pull myself out of. I tried hard to go back to my normal life but every waking moment Daniel entered my mind. I couldn’t shake him from my thoughts. I still felt his touch on my skin and his lips on mine. A couple of times I went to call him but hung up the phone before I pushed in the numbers. The best thing I could do was to forget him but I couldn’t. 

As the months went by I did start to get better, but then I got a phone call. 

“Hello.”

“Rose.”

“Daniel?”

“Yeah babe it’s me. I’m sorry I haven’t called in so long. I had to get some things squared away.”

“It’s okay. How are you?”

“I’m doing good. Hey, I have a surprise for you.”

“What?”

“Well you know that house down your street that was for sale.”

“Yeah I do.”

“Guess who bought it?”

“Daniel! You didn’t!”

“I did. I’ll be moving in next week.”

“Oh Daniel I wish you hadn’t have done that. I just got you out of my system and now you’re coming back.”

“I thought you’d be happy.”

“I am but. But what about Charles? I felt so bad the last time.”

“Now we won’t do anything in your house. We’ll do it in mine and it won’t be so hard.”

“I guess so.”

“Well, I’ll see you in about a week.”

“Okay, bye.”

My heart was racing as I sat down the phone. I was excited but guilty. I knew Daniel moving in down the street was going to ruin my marriage. But I also knew that I couldn’t resist Daniel. 

That following week Charles and I helped Daniel move in. After a long day of moving boxes and furniture around the house we went out to dinner. During dinner conversation Charles jokingly told Daniel, “Now, don’t you be taking my wife away! I know you and her have been good friends for a long time, but I must have time with her too!” I looked at Daniel, I could feel my face blushing. He smiled at Charles and promised not to take me away for long amounts of time. It felt like a dagger had gone strait through my heart. Charles knew Daniel and I had been friends since childhood, but he didn’t know how good of friends we were now. The guilty feelings I had heightened now, and I decided to tell Daniel that nothing more was going to happen between us. 

The following morning, after Charles left, I walked over to Daniel’s intending to tell him that it was over between us. He answered the door with no clothes on. “Daniel! What if the neighbors see you!”

“So what. I don’t care.”

“I do. What if they tell Charles I came over here and you answered the door buck ass naked!”

“Doubt that would happen. Come in. I’ve missed you.”

“We just saw each other yesterday. I have to tell you something.”

Once I was in the door he began to knead my tits over my shirt. I sighed, this is going to be harder than I thought. “Daniel, we can’t do this anymore. I feel too bad!”

“You want to do it. I can hear it in your voice.”

“That doesn’t matter. We can’t do it anymore. I’m going to end up losing Charles.”

“So what. I’ve already told you I didn’t like him. You should have married me.”

“We aren’t going to get into all that Daniel. And again don’t talk bad about my husband.”

“Whatever. Take your clothes off!”

“No! It’s got to stop and it’s got to stop now!”

“If you won’t take them off I will!”

“No, you’re not! I’m leaving.”

“The fuck you are! I’ve waited a long time to have you and now I do! When we were younger you’d prance around knowing how hard you were making me. You knew I loved you. You knew I wanted you but never once did you lay a hand on me or let me lay mine on you! And you never once considered me when you started dating that Charles. You know how much that fucking hurt! You broke my fucking heart and when you actually married him I almost died! But that’s all going to change now Rose. You are mine now and you will be forever!”

“Fuck you Daniel! What was I suppose to do! Wait for you! Wait while you went out with a different girl every single fucking night! Wait until you calmed down and was ready for me to be your only girl! I didn’t fucking think so then and I still don’t think so now! You said you loved me but if you did you would have been there with me! Then Charles came along and he was everything I had dreamed of. He didn’t go screwing around with other girls every night, and he gave me the attention I needed!”

“I had to go out with other girls cause you wouldn’t give it up! I had to take my frustrations out on something! And fucking Charles doesn’t give you what you need. How long has it been seen the asshole as fucked you?”

“I wasn’t ready then and you knew it! But you didn’t love me enough to wait for me! And don’t talk bad about my husband. I’ve told you that!”

“I loved you too much Rose and that’s why I did it! If I hadn’t I would have taken you when you weren’t ready!” 

“Don’t try to justify your goddamned self now! It’s too fucking late!” He winced I had hurt him badly. He got down on his knees, his head resting on my stomach, and his hands around my waist. “But it’s not to late Rose. We’re both here now! We can make it right! We can make it the way it was suppose to be!”

I felt the tears swell in my eyes, “No Daniel we can’t. I’m married now.”

He looked up at me, and I tried to blink the tears out of my eyes. “Please Rose please! I love you too much to give you up! I can’t do it! You know I love you more than Charles does. And I know you love me more than you do Charles! It’s only right that we be together! We were meant to be together Rose!” I couldn’t keep the tears from spilling now. I let them run freely down my cheeks as Daniel looked at me. He had spoken the truth. What he had said was completely right but I didn’t know how to fix it. I couldn’t keep cheating on Charles, and I would feel even worse if I divorced him since I did love him. I placed my hands on the top of Daniel’s head and ran my fingers through his hair. He stood up and took me tightly into his arms. He kissed my lips softly and wiped the tears from my face. I returned the kiss, there was no point in trying to fight him anymore. 

He picked me up and carried me to his bed. I allowed him to undress me, and welcomed the feel of his cock in my pussy. He made love to me. It was not like the times before when he had taken me. This time was slow, and with the strong feel of our love for each other all around us. Afterwards I laid in his arm. My eyes closed recounting every loving moment. 

“Rose?”

“Yeah?”

“You going to tell Charles?”

“Not yet. I will though. I just have to find the right time. I know I’m going to break his heart.”

That was almost five years ago and to this day I have not told Charles about the love affair between Daniel and I. He’s never taken notice either of how happy I am now, or if he has he’s never mentioned it. There were a couple of times that I was going to tell him but I didn’t have the heart. I haven’t been able to bring myself to hurt him as much as I’m going to. I know it pisses Daniel off that I haven’t left Charles yet. I think he’s beginning to wonder if I ever will, or if he’s just going to be on the side. A person that I go to just to get off though that is not the case. I love Daniel very much but I also love my husband and at this point I’m too selfish to give either one of them up. At times I still feel guilty for what I’m doing to Charles, and every now and again the thought comes back to me to end my relationship with Daniel. I don’t think that I ever will. I want him and love him too much to give him up. 

I think that Charles is definitely starting to think something is up. He came to me the other day and asked why the house never looked as good as it did before. I was starting to spend so much time with Daniel that I was beginning to neglect the things I did before.

“I haven’t been feeling well lately. I’m sorry. I’ll start doing a better job.”

“You don’t look like you feel poorly.”

I averted my eyes, “I’m feeling better than I was.”

“Rose, you’ve been spending a lot of time over at Daniel’s lately haven’t you?”

“No, not really.”

“Rose, Mrs. Webb told me that she sees you going over there in the morning and not leaving until a half hour before I get home from work.”

Goddamned nosey neighbors! They just have to see what everyone’s doing! “She’s wrong. I go over there sure but not all day long. Maybe she needs to snoop all day long and not just part of the day.” I could tell he knew I was lying but that he wanted me to admit it. He had a look on his face mixed with sadness and anger, but I just couldn’t tell him. 

“Alright Rose. If you say you don’t spend all day over there then I believe you. I know you wouldn’t lie to me.” I winced and put my head down. “Are you ready for dinner?”


Betrayal



I want to thank my editor Linda and my friend Janelle for helping me with this story.

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Jen walked in to the Cotton Club, happy to see her best friend Ann. She had just gotten back from one of her many vacations. Despite being best friends since they were kids, Jen and Ann were very different. Jen was 5'8" with a tight, toned body and perky B cups. She had long dark hair and a natural tan complexion. Ann, on the other hand, was 5' 5" with platinum blonde hair and a very voluptuous body. Jen was shy, while Ann was the life of the party. Jen has been happily married to Jeff for four years. Jen and Jeff had met in college and he was one of the few guys who pursued Jen and didn't seem to notice Ann. Ann had just gotten out of her second marriage since graduating college.

Jen had dressed up for lunch; she wore a nice sundress, as the Cotton Club was a more upscale place than where they usually went for their lunch dates. Ann got up, and greeted her with a hug and a little peck on the cheek before sitting down. Ann had also taken the liberty to order drinks which Jen thought was a bit unusual. Jen wasn't much of a drinker but figured she would be polite and have just one. For the first part of lunch, Jen sat and enjoyed the stories Ann was sharing; she mostly talked about the great spa and the two guys she'd hooked up with on her vacation. Ann was a great storyteller as she was always very animated as she spoke, which only made her stories more enjoyable.

As the wait staff took away their used dishes, Ann ordered another round of drinks, despite Jen's protests. "Jen, honey, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but Jeff is cheating on you," Ann said, her voice switching to a very serious tone. Jen looked at her completely shocked. How could she even say that? "Here, look at my phone. There's a picture I took last night." Ann hands her phone to Jen. Jen stared at the phone and it was Jeff... dancing with a very young, pretty woman. "Do you know where he was last night?" she asked Jen.

In a shocked voice, Jen mumbled, "He... he said he was working late." She continued to stare at the picture as none of it made any sense. How could this be Jeff? He hates dancing... he never even dances with me. To Jen, dancing was her passion. Jen had been dancing since she was a kid with big dreams of being a ballerina. In college, Jen held on to her dream by being a part of the dance team. As she glanced at the photo again, it hit Jen that the girl's name was Lisa, Jeff's new secretary.

As Jen sat there in shock, Ann laid it on heavy. "I told you he was no good! He is nothing but a cheating bastard!" After a breath, she continued, "He was never good enough for you any way!" Ann's word rang true as Jen's world started to fall apart.

Finally, Jen looks up with tears in her eyes asking, "What do I do? Leave him?"

Ann doesn't even hesitate, "Fuck yes! But...not before you get even."

"Get even? What do you mean?" Jen asked, confused.

"I'll tell you what I mean. You have an affair as well. You've been stuck with that little shit for far too long! You need to learn what it feels like to be with a real man." Ann laid out the plan that Jen would sleep with a guy of her own and Ann knew just the person. Jen just sat there listening to Ann speaking so passionately again; it seemed like what she needed to do. The two additional drinks didn't hurt either, as Jen was numbing the pain with the alcohol. Ann pulled out her phone and started texting someone before telling Jen they were going back to her place.

Jen quietly sat in the passenger seat of Ann's car wondering how all this could have happened. How could Jeff do this to her? She thought their marriage was perfect. She took a part time job so she could work on their Fixer Upper house they'd bought with the hope that they would start a family soon. Ann kept tearing down Jeff, all the while trying to restore Jen's confidence. When they got to Ann's place, Ann poured some wine. As she handed the glass of wine to Jen, there was a knock on the door. Ann returned to the living room with two very young and attractive men. She introduced them as Kevin and Jason. The four of them sat there talking as Kevin began to openly flirt with Jen. Even in her drunken state, it didn't take Jen long to figure out that this was the guy that Ann talked about at the restaurant. Ann must've told him something; because Kevin didn't hide the fact that he wanted Jen.

Jen stood up on shaky legs and excused herself, dragging Ann with her to the kitchen. "Ann, I don't think I can do this. Maybe I should just talk to Jeff," she slurred. Despite Ann's protests, Jen was ready to leave when her phone beeped. She just got a text from Jeff. "Sorry honey, need to work late again. See you about 9pm." Jen looked at it for a minute, and the rage began to grow as she thought about Jeff dancing with Lisa, about Jeff fucking Lisa. She put the phone down, and she walked right up to Kevin and leaned down to kissed him deeply. Jen pulled back and whispered something in his ear as she took his hand and led Kevin to Ann's guest room.

Once they got to Ann's spare bedroom, Kevin kissed Jen and slid the sundress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. As Kevin removed Jen's bra, Jen wasted no time wiggling out of her panties, fully exposing herself to Kevin. Jen eagerly began to strip Kevin; ripping off his shirt and tugging at his pants and boxers. Despite wanting this, she was still taken aback by the sight of Kevin's hard cock when it sprung free. It's not that he was really big as he was only slightly bigger and thicker than Jeff, it was more about what she was about to do and what her anger was going to allow her to do. She knew that if she hesitated she would back out so she just gave in to her emotions and started to suck his cock. She let her mind go and she stopped thinking about anything but sucking that cock. Kevin had to stop her after a few minutes as he felt himself lose control. He pushed her back onto the bed and began to kiss and tease her body. Kevin had some experience with the ladies and he was going to use every ounce of that knowledge to please Jen. Kevin's hands firmly held and caressed Jen, while his lips and mouth tenderly kissed her. The combination of firmness yet almost loving touch was just what Jen needed, for her mind to move from the pain of the affair to the pleasure her body was feeling. Soon, Jen was lost in the physical feelings. That was when Kevin kissed her deeply, working his unprotected cock into her soaked pussy. The feeling of a strange cock inside her was amazing and she came more times than she thought she could. Over the next two hours, Kevin took her three times finishing inside her each time.

Jen lay there with Kevin, her body a sweaty and sticky mess from the sex. Jen's mind began to sober up and the realization of what she did was upon her. She couldn't and didn't want to talk to Kevin; she just wanted to get away. She grabbed her clothes and hurried from the room to the bathroom where she washed her face and the tears away. In one day, her world had completely fallen apart. As Ann drove Jen back to her car, she comforted her and told her that she did the right thing. Jen got home and took a long shower while thinking about what she did. Being too upset to see Jeff that night, she took some old sleeping pills and just slept the night away.

By the time she got moving in the morning, Jeff was dressed and ready to leave for work. Not wanting a big fight before work, she just let him go. After another long shower and dressing, she went down to the kitchen to find coffee and breakfast ready for her. Next to her breakfast was a note, "Sorry, I have to work late again tonight but I promise to make it up to you next weekend when your parents are here." Crap! Jen had forgotten her parents where coming. Fine, she thought, she would have it out with Jeff next week. Plus, it would give her some time to get her thoughts together.

Jen pushed through the rest of the week, trying to survive and to prepare herself for her parents. She didn't want her parents to know anything about Jeff's affair as they loved him and would never believe her. So, she decided that it was better to wait. Jen started to doubt the affair even when Jeff continued to work late every night. That was until Friday. She was just getting ready to head home when she got a text message from Ann. It was another picture of Jeff dancing again. Sitting in her car, she stared at the picture when she noticed that Jeff was in yesterday's clothes. Jen was broken from her trance by Ann's follow-up text, "Come on over. Kevin and Jason are here. Kevin can't stop asking about you."

Sitting there for a minute wiping the tears away the rage again grew in Jen so she texted back. "Good I need a good fuck." With that, Jen put her phone away and drove to Ann's house. As Jen drove to the house, she focused on her rage. No longer did she think Jeff's affair was just in her head. It was real and she was going to start her new life right now. She wasn't going to wait for the divorce papers or the fight. 'Hell no!' she thought. In her head, she was already single. Jen marched right in to Ann's house, found Kevin, and kissed him passionately while dragging him off to the spare room. She freely gave herself to Kevin that afternoon and for each afternoon that following week.

For Jen, the sex was fun, erotic, and a substitute for her anger at Jeff. After each session with Kevin, she would head home feeling empowered and free. She hated confrontation, and fucking Kevin seemed like a good substitute to having the fight with Jeff she knew she would have eventually. However, when that day comes, she would be prepared. She thought she would already have gotten over the heartbreak and ready to move on. Jen even went and hired a private detective to get the dirt on Jeff.

The weekend with Jen's parents went well. Jen was able to hide the hatred she felt for Jeff and even acted like the loving wife she used to be. The acting was in some ways easy as it was only a few weeks ago she was the loving wife. Jeff also helped by being incredibly affectionate towards her. As part of the act, she even had sex with Jeff that weekend. During the sex, all she could do was compare him to Kevin and how she won't miss this unfulfilling sex life.

It was early that Monday morning, when Jeff called Jen to tell her he had to go on an emergency trip to help a troubled client and that he would have to leave that afternoon. Jen hung up the phone and was relieved that she didn't have to see him. After work, Jen headed over to Ann's as if it was the new normal.

Jen walked in, ready to have fun with Kevin. In fact, she even thought that she missed him. Jen was a little disappointed and shocked when she walked into the living room to see two strange guys. "Oh hey Jen," Ann said, as she got up and went to hug her.

Speaking softly, "Where is Kevin? Who are these guys?"

Ann just smiled, "Kevin is yesterday's news, Baby. I met these guys this weekend. They'll treat you really nice. Trust me." With that, Ann turned to the guys and introduced them. The guy's names were Marcus and Jamal. They were completely different from Kevin. They were both over six feet tall, very well built black men. As they talked, Jen learned that Ann had met them that weekend at a dance club where Jamal worked as a DJ and Marcus worked as a bouncer. Soon, Ann was cozying up to Jamal and they disappeared to the bedroom.

Jen never viewed herself as a racist but she was very uncomfortable with Marcus. His presence was just intimidating. Part of that feeling came from how he talked about knocking guys out at the club and selling pot and ecstasy. He'd said he was on a football scholarship for half a year before being kicked off the team and out of school for as they called it "violation of team rules and conduct." But in a strange way, that same intimidating presence was intoxicating. The whole thug slash bad boy image was irresistible and before long, Jen was under his spell and in the spare room with him.

Jen thought the sex with Kevin was amazing but the sex with Marcus was absolutely mind blowing. Marcus was so powerful in how he handled her body. His big strong hands on her body made her feel helpless, like his fuck toy. She loved how his cock was so much bigger than anything she ever had before and how it filled her. She loved how he fucked her like a wild animal, making her cum again and again. But most of all, she loved the sight of her pale white body entwined with his dark black body.

With Jeff out of town for the next two weeks for another urgent business issue, Jen was able to meet up with Marcus every day. The time she spent with Marcus was erotic and the most sexually fulfilling time of her life. Her time with Marcus also gave her the confidence she needed to finally confront Jeff.

Jeff had sent Jen his schedule, like he always does when he travels, as it gave Jen a way to get in touch with him if she needed to. This time, she was going to use it to set her plan into action. That Friday, Jeff was on the early flight back but he was going to go back to work, so she felt she still had the afternoon to get things in place. Jen had told Ann that it was time to confront Jeff and she wanted her to arrange to meet the guys that night. Ann was more than happy to make the arrangements. She reserved a good table for four at the Cotton Club for 7pm that night. Jen also had a bag packed in her car as she was going to stay with Ann until things were final. Jen went and got a new dress. It was red and very form fitting with just enough cleavage showing to make a guy look twice. It was definitely sexier than what she normally would wear. It was something she knew Marcus would love and would leave Jeff speechless as she walked away. Jen also got her hair and nails done just to make things complete.

It was a little before 6pm when she heard Jeff's car pull into the garage. This was her cue and with a final quick look in the mirror, it was on. She waited for him in the living room with her phone in her hand that had the photos of Jeff and Lisa dancing along with a few of her and Marcus. Jen was going to make it clear that two could play his game and she was going to play it better. Jeff came in the door a bit tired but all smiles at the thought of seeing Jen and to finally being able to spend time with his wife. He set his bag and jacket on the kitchen table before calling out of Jen. "Honey, I'm home! And, I have a few surprised for you."

"Oh, I'm in the living room and I have a few for you too," she answered back, mocking him.

Jeff eagerly entered the living room and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. "Wow, Jen, you...you look amazing."

She just smiled a wicked little smile before answering in a slightly snarky tone. "Oh, thanks honey. What is your big news?"

"Well, first, here are some flowers. I know I've been really busy lately, but I want to make it up to you tonight. I got a promotion! All those extra hours and those last two trips sealed it. We will be able to finish the house and start our family sooner than later."

"Oh, that's nice," she answered, not overly excited but thrilled that her alimony check might be bigger.

"And to celebrate the 8th anniversary of our beginning, maybe even a bigger surprise for you. I learned to dance." Jen didn't even realize the date was the eighth anniversary of their first date. It was something Jeff always celebrated with her. In that moment, Jeff stepped toward her, pulled her in, and waltzed with her a few steps. While they danced, he said, "I have been taking lessons twice a week. I know I am no Fred Astaire, but I wanted to do this for you. I even have reservations for us."

Jen moved with Jeff, her eyes wide and in shock as her mind started to spin. She dropped her phone and Jeff picked it up, putting it on the table. Jen just stood there. All she could think was 'this can't be. There is no way it was just dancing. He was cheating on me. He had to be cheating on me.' Jen had tears streaming down her face as she thought of what she had done the last few weeks.

"Honey, we will be late if we don't get going. I know it's a big surprise but we have all night to dance the night away." Jeff grabbed Jen's purse from the table and walked her to the car. Jen was in shock as she climbed into the car. As Jeff backed them out of the driveway, all Jen could ask is, "How?"

"Well, it wasn't easy. About two months ago, I was talking with Lisa, you know that new secretary, and I was saying how I wanted to do something big like learn to dance. She said she grew up dancing, and she offered to teach me. So, for a week during lunch, we would work on a few basics in my office. Then, we progressed to going out dancing every Tuesday and Thursday. I invited her and her fiancé to join us. I thought I owed them a nice night out after how helpful they have been. I guess I am surprised Ann didn't tell you. She can't even keep a secret."

Hearing Ann's name was enough to snap Jen out of her trance as Jen looked through her purse. "What do you mean about Ann?"

"Oh, she saw Lisa and me out dancing. I didn't want her to get the wrong idea so I told her my entire plan."

Jen's mind started to race. Oh shit! She was supposed to be meeting Ann and the guys. "Where are we going?"

"Oh, the Cotton Club for dinner and a night of dancing. As much as you want, I promise." 



Betrayal



I don't know how to start this, but I have to tell someone I guess, so here goes. My wife of twenty years is beautiful, not because I say so, but it is well known by all. She's model material, leggy and blonde, perfect ass and a face to die for. Her breasts aren't overly large, but very, very nice. I don't know why she chose me because I didn't start making a lot of money until years later, but I do know for sure that in all the twenty years we've been married, she has never once looked at another man. That is, until my old friend Lee came to visit recently. 

Yes this is true, and it gets worse. I will continue telling my story until I have told it all... my story. Others need to be warned so it doesn't happen to their marriage. This old and trusted friend to whom I'd opened-up my home, and my beautiful wife of twenty years. They ended up betraying me - also, I betrayed myself. 

Brandi is thirty-eight but looks twenty-eight, bright, assertive and strong willed, the most beautiful woman I've ever known. I've worshiped her from afar since high school, finally got the nerve to ask her for a date in college, and was the most surprised man in the world when she agreed to marry me. I've never thought once of cheating on her, and I know the same is true for her. Our sex life has been great through the years, and although less frequent now than in our early years, we're still pretty enthusiastic and inventive with it. 

Anyway, she, Lee and I had a ball for a few days, night-clubbing, drinking and acting like teens again. They hit it off immediately and I was happy for that. We boated, played in the pool, drank wine, and had lots of laughs. One evening recently we were all watching the large screen TV, well I was anyway, while they were setting on the sofa talking. I dozed off about 10:00 PM and when I awoke they were still at it, so I stood and announced it was past my bedtime, I was bound for bed. Brandi usually stays up to watch the late news, so this was nothing new. I knew she'd be in a little later. They hardy even acknowledged my departure, so engrossed were they in their conversation. It didn't feel exactly right, but I went into our bath, brushed my teeth and put on my robe. 

Our bedroom has a glass patio door that looks out onto the pool, with another glass door into the family room. The sofa they were on faces the patio and I could see they hadn't moved since I'd left, except now they just stared directly into each other's eyes and all the laughter was missing. I felt something was wrong. Not liking the way I was spying on my wife, I stayed and watched anyhow. Had I to do it over, I probably would've gone straight to bed instead. All of that is water under the bridge now, though. 

Brandi rolled her head around on her shoulders like she does when her neck tenses up, and Lee took her shoulders in his large hands turning her to face away from him. He began to expertly rub her shoulders. I do that for her sometimes, but he was truly an expert; long nimble fingers, excellent technique, and she appeared in heaven. He did her neck, her shoulders, and then her abs. 

At some point she laid her head backward onto his shoulder and closed her eyes. When she did, his hands slid upward grasping both breasts. She moved as if to make him stop, grabbing his hands, trying to push them away, but he held them there finding her nipples through the soft sweater. I was stunned. Her breasts are Brandi's downfall. Anytime I wanted sex at night, even if she didn't feel up to it, I'd gently tug on them and she'd eventually give in - with enthusiasm. 

As I said, I was stunned, but also angry and confused. This was my wife. She'd never done anything like this. I knew she loved me and that she'd break this up soon and come to bed, probably giving me a big "guilt" fuck, to boot. If not, I could just go back to the kitchen for a glass of water. I waited, knowing I needed to run in and break it up immediately - but I didn't. My breath was coming in gasps, and I had a rock hard boner. I was also eaten up with jealousy. I told myself I'd see how far it went and rush in before it got completely out of hand. 

One of Lee's hands was under her sweater now, on the raw nipple, and although I couldn't hear her from where I was, I knew she hissed between her half-closed teeth like she always does when I pull on them. Because the sofa faced me, I saw each tug on her tit, saw her thighs clinching each time he did it. Lee took one of her hands in his, and pushed it down to his cock outlined in his jersey sweatpants. 

To her credit, she struggled to pull back, but he was insistent. Brandi held her fingers stiffened as he tried forcing them around his dick, but when she didn't relent, he just held her hand there against it anyway. From where I was, even under his sweatpants, I saw Lee's cock looked formidable. I realized I was holding my own cock in my hand and it was throbbing. I had to stop this. And also I had to start breathing before I passed out.

I watched as Lee pulled Brandi around, positioning her to face him. She appeared confused, but compliant. He lifted her sweater, lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. That was all it took. Her stiffened fingers immediately closed around his cock (well part of the way around it) and she tossed her head back, moaning. 

Then, she suddenly looked into his eyes and crushed her mouth against his. I saw her tongue just before they met. I was devastated. They kissed for several long minutes, deep kisses, lots of tongues, faint sounds of passion drifting to me. I noticed that at some point, he'd shoved down the waist band of his sweats and Brandi's hand now held his cock, squeezing, releasing, and squeezing again. 

When wrapping my hand around my own cock, there is maybe two-three inches left over. I could've wrapped both hands around Lee's cock, and there would've still been more than that left over. To say I felt inferior, is putting it mildly. But I also felt like a stone, my dick aching, my guts eaten up by jealousy as I watched my beautiful wife of twenty years betraying me. 

They finally broke the kiss, breathless, struggling to catch their breaths. Then without preliminary, Brandi dropped her face into his lap and tried to swallow Lee's cock. I covered my mouth with a hand to keep from crying out. This is as far as I'd let it go. If he tried to fuck her, I'd run in, break it up, and make a terrible scene. I jerked my hand away from my cock. I had almost cum. I tried breathing deeply, slowing my rapid heartbeat.

Through the years, Brandi had sucked me, but I know she just did it for me. She was good, but mechanical, and never let me cum in her mouth. As I watched her now, she actually appeared to be making love to Lee's huge cock, kissing it lovingly, running her loose lips all around the giant knob, nipping its large mushroom head, licking the staff up and down, swallowing it until the head banged against the opening of her throat, trying to shove the mushroom ball inside, to no avail. And then, it did somehow slip through, as most of his cock disappeared inside her working mouth. I could see the bulge the giant head created in her white swain-like throat, and she just held it in her throat, letting her muscles milk it. 

Lee's legs were stiff now and I knew he was close to cumming. She wouldn't let that happen. I knew her. She wouldn't let him get off - cum in her mouth. Suddenly, Brandi stood, said something, and headed for our bedroom. In a panic, I ran to our bed, jumped in and covered up. I heard the bedroom door open and even emitted a soft snore, waiting for her to come to bed so I could attack her, get relief for my aching cock. The door closed softly behind her, and I was left alone in the dark with my raging hard-on. 

Yes this is true, and it gets worse. I will continue telling my story until I have told it all... my story. Others need to be warned so it doesn't happen to their marriage. Lying in the darkened bedroom with a raging hard-on I was stunned that such an old and trusted friend to whom I'd opened-up my home, and my beautiful wife of twenty years had ended up betraying me. It was only later that I realized that I'd also betrayed myself. 

Brandi is thirty-eight but looks twenty-eight, bright, assertive and strong willed, the most beautiful woman I've ever known. I've worshiped her from afar since high school, finally got the nerve to ask her for a date in college, and was the most surprised man in the world when she agreed to marry me. I've never thought once of cheating on her and I know the same had always been true for her, as well. Our sex life has been great through the years and although less frequent now than in our early years, we're still pretty enthusiastic and inventive with it. 

Anyway, back to my dismal story. For the past thirty minutes I'd spied on my wife and an old friend from our patio door, as they conducted erotic foreplay on the sofa in our family room. To her credit, Brandi was reluctant at first, but Lee was very adept at his manipulations. When it had reached the point where she had begun sucking him off, she'd suddenly stood and walked toward our bedroom. I have to admit that sick as it was, I was extremely excited by what I'd seen, but drastically relieved that she'd suddenly come to her senses and stopped. Then, I was crushed when she'd only peered in, saw that I was "sleeping" and softly closed the door again. 

Confused and scared as hell by what was happening, I got up and hurried back to the glass patio door just as she reentered the family room. Lee was still seated on the sofa. He had put his huge cock back inside his sweat suit, but the bulge remained. Brandi walked over, stood silently before him for a moment as though making up her mind about something, and then held out her hand. He took it and together they walked toward the guest bedroom without a word being spoken. 

At this point I had few options. I could barge in, at which time they may not even be doing anything; or, she may only be explaining to him why she couldn't do it and I'd just end up looking like a complete fool; or maybe, I'd actually catch them in the act. If I did, what then? But, I had to know. Wearing only my robe and house shoes, I slipped out of the patio door and around the house to the guestroom window. As I knew it would be, the wooden window slats were partially open and the window slightly cracked for ventilation. Lee was already on the king-sized bed, his sweatshirt off, and pulling off his bottoms. 

The head of the bed was against the far wall, so his feet were toward me only six or so feet away. Brandi was slowly removing her thin sweater. I'd seen her do this a thousand times. Lee tossed his pants aside and lay sprawled on his back. His legs were spread and I could see his heavy sacks and half-erect cock. Brandi paused while removing her shorts, suddenly fascinated, staring at his cock, her mouth agape. I'd seen a few porno films during college and none of those guys had a thing on Lee. He truly had a monster cock. With my hand wrapped around my own average sized dick, there is about two-three inches sticking out. I could've wrapped both on my hands around Lee's cock, and there'd been more than that left over. I truly felt inferior. 

I knew this was sick, but I was more sexually charged than I'd ever been. I was trembling, short of breath, and feeling like my dick was about to explode. There was no doubt in my mind now that Brandi was going to let Lee fuck her. She and I were what I'd always thought of as "a good fit." Even when she was extra wet I could feel the walls of her pussy rubbing against the sides of my cock. I knew Lee would never be able to stick that thing inside her. 

Brandi had her shorts off now, crawling across the king-sized bed toward Lee. She cupped his hairy sacs with her right hand and the base of that thing with her left hand, her slim fingers barely reaching half-way around it. Then she began to make love to it. There is no other way to describe what she was doing. Loose wet lips sliding around the head of it, her pink tongue licking as though it were candy, little bites, loving kisses from tip to its base . . . licking the wet drops from its tip like nectar. I was crying inside - my heart breaking - my dick as hard as it'd ever been in my life.

From less than six-feet away, I saw my wife take the huge crown into her mouth, suddenly forcing her head down on it. As soon as it hit the back of her throat, she gagged, pulling back. She did this several times. I could tell as soon as she was successful getting the giant cock-head through the opening because I could see its knot pushing against the skin half-way down her white throat. She paused, resting, breathing through her nose. Then she took it in, all the way to its base, pausing again. I couldn't believe it. She'd taken it all, almost effortlessly, too. Kneeling over him, she began to slowly ease him in and out, pausing at the head each time to lick and suck. 

I suddenly realized I was lightheaded, forced myself to breathe deeply. Lee was thrusting upward now into her clinging mouth, his thigh muscles tight and his legs straight. I knew he was getting close. Brandi pulled back, watched his cock jerk as though fascinated by it. Periodically, she'd flick out the tip of her tongue, taking the clear drop that formed there, then pull back to watch it jerk some more. She was tormenting him. She knew he was ready. Through the partially open window I heard him hoarsely say, "You bitch." 

Brandi laughed deep in her throat, sliding up to his chest, staring into his face. She moved forward, sticking her tongue in his mouth. They shared deep kisses for the next few minutes, until she finally pulled back, breathless, gasping for air. Without a word, she threw one leg over him, hovering there, her wet pussy lips scant inches above his jerking cockhead. Then she lowered until her swollen, wet cunt lips half-covered his pulsating cockhead, slowly sliding around on it, her juices making it shinny. Lee groaned loudly and she hushed him with her tongue inside his mouth. I watched her ass clinch tightly as she pushed downward on his huge cock, the strain making the tendons of her thighs stand out and quiver convulsively. When he was half-way in her, she rested with her hands on his chest, breathing deeply. 

I realized my mouth felt like cotton, swallowing quickly to get moisture, trying to resist the shaking in my own legs. Brandi's face looked as she was in constant pain now as she fought to get Lee's obscene length inside her. Finally, she was sitting on his stomach, not moving a muscle. She looked down at her body, her hand finding the bulge under the skin of her soft belly that was Lee's buried cock. She seemed fascinated by it, rubbing gently, cupping it in her small hand as she made small slow circles on Lee's stomach with her ass. I wanted to scream that's my wife! Leave her alone! I couldn't utter a sound around my thick tongue. 

Lee reached up and took the nipple of her perfect breast between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around. I knew she loved that, but what he did next is what I always did to send her over the edge; he tugged on it, gently but steadily, just a little painfully. She grunted, the circles of her ass becoming bigger. Instantly recognizing this was an important button, Lee leaned forward, closing his teeth around the nipple. Brandi tossed her head back, closed her eyes, and began wiggling against his giant cock. Who was this woman I now saw before me. There was such an air of innocence, yet wildness about her that I yearned to have experienced just once during our twenty years together. 

She quickly rose from her knees to her feet, squatting over him. She raised herself up almost off his cock, and then slid back down - then again - his cock slippery and gleaming with her juices. He bit her tit again and Brandi suddenly went wild, slamming herself into Lee's rampant cock, crying out each time. Lee grabbed her hips, holding her still, now doing the slamming himself. I watched that awesome cock entering her, pulling back, slamming forward, as she opened herself, offering herself to him. On its withdrawal, Lee's large cock literally pulled her vaginal walls out with it. 

He urgently thrust upward to the base, holding it there as she squirmed down on it. His tightened thighs and clinched buttocks told me he was coming. I heard him grunt loudly each time he spurted inside her. Then Brandi also cried out, her toes curling as I knew they did when she came. 

During sex throughout our marriage, she'd obviously enjoyed our intercourse, usually moaning softly, occasionally crying out quietly, but still, rather sedately. I watched now as she went absolutely wild. I'd never seen her like this, slamming herself down on Lee's big cock, her hair flying, eyes glazed, whimpering with pure joy as wave after wave racked her slim body. It went on a long time. When it was over she settled onto his body, lying limply on his chest, breathing raggedly. It was only then I realized I'd shot my own load inside the robe. 

I braced myself on the window sill to keep my knees from buckling, gasping for breath listening to my run-away-heart. Only a few feet away I could see Lee's huge cock still half-buried inside my beautiful wife's shaved vagina. It was softening a bit and his semen was seeping from around the once tight fit inside her. He turned onto his side and Brandi whimpered, throwing a leg over his hip to hold his cock inside her. The head finally slipped out, clearly exposed to me, a river of cum following, coating his balls and her inter-thigh. 

Now that my excitement had passed I found the whole scene mildly disgusting. Soft, his cock still looked like something one would find on a small horse. It glistened with fluid, and although limp, was still formidable. He said something I couldn't hear and Brandi giggled quietly. I hated them both. Desperately wanting to just bust in and confront them, I realized that would be difficult to do with my robe splattered with cum. Confused, unsure of my actions I just stood there, watching my beautiful wife and another man. 

Brandi sit up, muttering something about having to go. Lee touched her shoulder and I heard him say, "Stay with me."

"I will. I promise, only not tonight. I have to tell him first." 

My world crashed with her comment. I suddenly realized she was staring raptly at Lee's glistening cock, lying like a giant sausage against his thigh. She reached out and took it in her hand. Not once in twenty years did she ever touch my cock while it was still messy from love-making. I was the one who always had to fetch a washcloth to clean her up. 

Now here she was lovingly stroking another man's messy cock. She slid downward, her lips trailing across his hairy stomach, and began licking it. I was devastated. She cleaned the head thoroughly, then down its long stem, licking all trace of cum away. At the base, she continued downward, nibbling the loose skin around his balls, taking one gently into her mouth and sucking it. She appeared to be in total bliss. 

In horror, I watched as she lifted his sacs, licking under them, downward into his steaming crack. She seemed to go a little crazy then, licking, sucking, and biting his anus like she was a starving person. I could not believe what I was seeing. This was a woman who wouldn't even touch a wet cock! I looked down at my cock and was astounded to find it hard again. When I looked back up, Brandi once again had Lee's cock buried in her throat all the way to the pubic hairs. 

She sucked it hard for about five minutes, then I saw his legs go ridged and he started grunting again as he pumped semen deep into her gullet. I watched her throat muscles milk his cock as she swallowed quickly to keep from choking. She kept working on it even after it grew soft. Finally, she let it fall from her mouth, slid up his chest, and took his entire mouth inside her own. They kissed for a long time. Then she rolled off the bed and started gathering up her clothing.




Betrayal



Frantic, I rushed back to our room, jumped under the cover and a few minutes later, heard her quietly opening the bedroom door. I heard her in the bathroom, showering, brushing her teeth, and finally she stood beside the bed, dropping her white nightgown to the floor before slipping under the covers. I did a half-sleep groan, stretched and rolled against her back, my hard cock poking her ass. She stopped breathing. Mumbling as I reached around and placed my hand on her tit, I poked her with my woody again, but she lay as though frozen in place. 

I whispered sleepily against her neck, "Hey Baby. Glad you came to bed." I lifted her leg slightly, placing the head of my cock against her puffy, stretched lips. 

"Oh Honey," she muttered. "Not tonight. I am beat."

I felt betrayed and a little cruel, as I roughly shoved my cock between her pussy lips and thrust hard, slipping in easier than I ever had before. I may have hit about six strokes before I exploded. Through it all, she never moved. I finally turned my back to her, knowing that sleep would be difficult, and wondering what would happen tomorrow.



Betrayal



Jennifer Taylor considered herself the luckiest girl in the world. She was born into wealth, being the second of two daughters born to Frank Preston, who owned several engineering firms in and around the town of Eastbridge in West Sussex and his wife Mary.

Tragically, Mary was killed in a car accident shortly after Jennifer was born, leaving Frank to raise his daughters from infancy. Despite his busy schedule, Frank took meticulous care of them both. He saw to their education and made sure they had all they needed. It was great pride to him personally when Frances, his eldest daughter, graduated as a teacher and began teaching at St Jude's College for young ladies, a very prestigious post.

Two years later and much to Frank's delight, Jennifer also graduated as a teacher and began lecturing at Eastbridge College. A year later, Jennifer married her childhood sweetheart, David Taylor, also a teacher at the same college and they settled into the house Jennifer's father insisted on buying as a wedding present.

It was a very idyllic existence for Jennifer. She had a fine house, a loving husband and a good job. It seemed that the whole world was hers to conquer. 

Then Frances broke the news that would change her life for ever. She had fallen pregnant after a fling with one of her colleagues, a married man. Frank was furious and when Frances refused to name the father he cut his daughter off, much to Jennifer's distress and anger.

Frances refused to have an abortion. She moved to a dingy flat in the town. The father of her baby refused to acknowledge any relationship. Indeed, he lied to the Governors of the college, claiming she had made advances towards him. Frances was sacked. The lengthy legal battle took its toll on her health and when baby Jason was born a serious infection set in and she finally succumbed after a long struggle. She begged Jennifer to take and raise Jason for her. 

"I promise, I'll raise him, Fran and I won't let him forget you," she said as she wept bitterly as Dave sat beside her and put a consoling arm around her as the last vestiges of life drained from her sister's face.

At the funeral, as she sat beside her father, Jennifer said absolutely nothing. As they moved away from the graveside Frank approached his remaining daughter. 

"Jenny, I..."

Jennifer looked at him coldly. "Don't ever speak to me again," she said in a firm angry tone before walking away with her husband.

"Come on, Jen. You don't man that about your own father," Dave said as he held Jennifer's hand.

Jennifer suddenly pulled her hand away as if she had been stung. "I do mean it, Dave. Don't ever mention him again," she ordered.

Dave was astonished but not surprised. He knew his wife had been hurt by her father's treatment of Fran. He certainly understood it. He just hope that Jennifer wouldn't live to regret it.

For the next five years there was to be what Dave referred to as a new "Cold War". Despite his initial rejection of his grandson, Frank would send gifts and letters. Each time Jennifer destroyed them, telling Jason that his maternal grandparents were dead. She also insisted on changing their phone numbers to stop Frank from contacting them. It put Dave in a very uncomfortable position. Nonetheless, he reluctantly supported his wife's wishes. Then came the thaw.

One day, while shopping in town, Jennifer spied Frank from a distance on the other side of the street. Her initial reaction was to avoid him completely but as he drew nearer she became alarmed at his sickly appearance. He was also using a walking stick. Jennifer's heart sank and tears began to fall from her eyes.

'My God, what have I done?' she thought. "Dad!" Jennifer cried out.

Frank looked over and saw his daughter. "Jennifer, Oh Jennifer," he cried as he embraced his daughter with tears in his eyes. Frank went on to explain about his illness. It brought about a tearful reconciliation for them both.

For the next five years Frank played the role of a grandfather to Jason. He had told Jennifer how he regretted what he had done to Fran. He hoped his relationship with Jason could make up for it. By the time Frank died Jason was almost eleven and missed his Granddad. Jennifer, in her own grief, comforted him and both, in turn, were comforted by Dave. Then the revelation of Frank's will was to change Jennifer's life in away she never even imagined. 

As she sat in the solicitors office Jennifer was astonished when John Comyn, the family solicitor for many years, read out the will. After a number of small bequests the entire estate, including the factories and the large house was left to Jennifer, making her a millionaire many times over. After consulting with Dave Jennifer decided to sell the factories and put the proceeds into a trust fund for Jason that he would inherit on his twenty first birthday. Jennifer, Dave and Jason all settled into the three storey house and after the sale of their own house Jennifer split the money with Dave and put her half into Jason's trust fund.

Although she had become wealthy, Jennifer continued teacher. It wasn't for the money. Indeed, she forewent her salary and asked that the school make an annual donation to a charity she had set up in her late father's name.

Initially all was well with Jennifer and Dave. However it was thee years later l and Jason who was eighteen now attended the same school that Jennifer worked although she did not teach him. About this time Jennifer noticed a change in Dave. He would have mood swings and became unpredictable. Worse still was there sex life became non existent. Jennifer was also fearful of her husband. She was convinced that it was the fact that Jason resided with them prevented Dave from hitting her. Dave also refused to accompany her to various events. 

The Christmas party for staff and students was the latest one Dave refused to go to. After another blazing row Jennifer decided to attend it without her husband. It was to be a near fatal decision on her part and the chain of events that were to occur would change her relationship with Dave and especially Jason.

***

Jennifer arrived at the hotel and saw why Jason wanted to make his own way there. She recognised at once the beautiful young woman linking as Allison Clarke, an eighteen year old student of her class.

"Hello Jen, err, Mrs Taylor. You look very well," said Jason as he admired his aunt in green three quarter length dress.

"Thank you, Jason. You look quite handsome yourself," responded Jennifer.

Jason blushed. "Oh, you know Allison, of course," he said.

"Of course. How are you Allison," replied Jennifer as she kissed the young woman.

"I'm very well, thank you, Mrs Taylor," answered Allison.

"I hope you'll save me a dance?" asked Jason.

"Of course I will. I'll see you both later," responded Jennifer happily.

However as the time wore on Jennifer became bored and lonely. She walked through the foyer and a woman approached her with a glass of wine a tray that she accepted. A few moments later everything became foggy and then there was total darkness.

***

Slowly, Jennifer began to come around. As the misty fog in her eyes lifted she spied a young man at the end of the bed apparently getting dressed.

"Who are you? What the hell are you doing here?" demanded Jennifer.

The young man turned around Jennifer recognised him as Art Dunne, one of her students.

"I have to hand it to you, Mrs Taylor. You really are hot in bed," said Art with a grin on his face.

Jennifer squealed when she realised she was naked and her bare breasts were showing, covering them up in panic. "Get out, do hear me? Get out, you disgusting tramp!" screamed Jennifer as she hurled a pillow at Art.

"Alright doll. I didn't realise it was a one night stand you wanted," said Art as he left the room.

Jennifer's head was spinning. 'How did she get here? What happened?' she kept thinking.

There was a knock at the room door. "Is everything alright?" came a female voice from behind the door.

Just a moment," responded Jennifer as she grabbed her dress from the floor and hurriedly to put it on. She grabbed the rest and stuffed them into her bag. When she opened the door Jennifer pushed her way past them woman and hurried to her car and drove home.

Jennifer considered herself fortunate that she had not been stopped by the police. She was convinced, judging by her headache, she had to be over the limit. Luckily too, it was Saturday morning and just after nine when she arrived home.

Dave was standing in the hallway as she opened the door. "Where the hell have you been? I thought you'd be home hours ago," he said.

"No now, Dave," replied Jennifer weakly before dashing upstairs and heading for the shower.

"Jennifer, get down here, now!"

Jason, who was lying on the bed in his room, was startled by the ferocity of Dave's voice as he demanded his wife's presence.

"What is it, Dave? What's wrong?" asked Jennifer as she hurried down the stairs dressed in her robe and a towel wrapped around her hair in a turban.

"What are you doing, Jen? Fucking your students now?" asked Dave as he tossed photos at his wife.

"Oh my God. Where did these come from?" asked Jennifer in shock as she saw the photos that showed her self and Art naked and apparently in a deep slumber wrapped in each other's arms.

"They were shoved through the letterbox. What did you promise him, Jen? An A every time he shagged you?"

This was too much for Jennifer and slapped her husband's face.

"I'm sorry, Dave. Look I don't know what's going on here. I'd never do anything to jeopardise our marriage or my career. You've got to believe me," she said pleadingly as tears started to roll down her eyes.

"How do you explain these photos," responded Dave angrily.

"I can't. I can't even remember what happened last night. All I do remember was waking up and seeing Art at the end of the bed. I was drugged or something. There's some sort of conspiracy going on." 

"And what Art doing?" asked Dave in an unbelieving voice.

"He..." Jennifer hesitated.

"Yes?" prompted Dave.

"He was getting dressed. Please, Dave, I love you. I always have. I swear..." Jennifer was interrupted.

"Yeah, sure," said Dave sceptically as he made his way upstairs.

"Where are you going?" asked Jennifer.

"I'm moving out, Jen. You clearly don't need me in the picture," he responded before disappearing into their bedroom.

A few minutes later Dave reappeared with a roughly packed suitcase.

"Dave!" bagged Jennifer.

"Don't talk to me, Jen. You better get yourself a good lawyer," said Dave before leaving the house and slamming the door leaving Jennifer sitting on the stairs and weeping bitterly.

Jason, who had been on the landing came down comforted his aunt as she cried on his shoulder.

"I swear, Jason. I just don't know what happened. When I saw Art at the end of the bed I was shocked. I'm not that sort of woman." she said pleadingly.

"I know that, Jen. I also know Art Dunne. He's no good. He thinks he's God's gift to women. In reality most of the female students avoid him like the plague. I know you've got better taste in men," answered Jason as he continued to hold Jennifer in his arms. Just then the phone rang and Jennifer answered it.

"What is it? What's the matter?" asked Jason when he saw his aunt's crushed look.

"I've been suspended pending further enquiries. I'll have to face a disciplinary hearing, in all likelihood I'll be sacked," responded Jennifer and broke into almost hysterical crying.

Jason comforted her as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I know it's dark at the moment, Jenny but we'll get to the bottom of this somehow. Art Dunne is the key to all this and if it's the last thing I do I'll get the truth out of him. I swear it," said Jason with venom.

"What are you going to do?" asked Jennifer anxiously.

"I'm not sure. I'll think of something, I promise," responded Jason. Jason sat his aunt down and held her hand. "Jenny, is there anything at all you remember that seemed odd at the party? I know we met you in the lobby but after that you disappeared. I went looking for you there was no sign. I thought you had gone home. I know it's not easy but try to think," said Jason kindly.

For a moment Jennifer remained silent and deep in thought. 

"I remember I had become bored and had decided to leave. Then..." Jennifer hesitated.

"Then?" prompted Jason.

"You're going to think I'm silly," responded Jennifer coyly.

"Try me," answered Jason keenly.

"Well, there was this woman with a tray and one last glass of wine. She offered it to me and I took it. I took several sips and the next thing I remember was waking up in the room with that dreadful young man at the end of the bed," concluded Jennifer.

"Art?" asked Jason.

Jennifer nodded.

"Jason stroked his chin. "That's strange. There was only a bar service that night. Do you think you'd recognise her if you saw her again?" asked Jason.

"I'm certain. I've seen her somewhere before, Jason. I've racked my brains but I can't think where," replied Jennifer.

Jason held his sobbing aunt in his arms. "Don't worry, Jen. Art Dunne is the key to all this. I'll get the truth out of him if it's the last thing I do. I swear," declared Jason.

"You're not going to do anything stupid?" asked Jennifer with concern in her voice.

Jason rubbed Jennifer on the chin. "Art Dunne is sly but not very clever. He also has an ego when it comes to women. Believe me, Jen. It'll lead to his downfall." responded Jason thoughtfully.

***

On Monday morning, after another sleepless night, Jennifer showered before descending the stairs and make her way to the kitchen. Since she had no work she remained in her nightdress and robe. She found Jason just finishing his breakfast.

"Hi Jen. Sit down and have some breakfast," said Jason cheerfully as he got up and kissed his aunt's cheek.

"No thanks, Jason. I'm not hungry," declared Jennifer in a depressed mood.

"Now, don't be silly. We'll get through this I promise you. Have some toast and tea," replied Jason firmly.

"Oh Jason. I just don't know what I'd do without you. You're a tower of strength," said Jennifer and held her nephew tightly and sobbed.

Just at that moment the front door opened and Dave walked in. "What's this, Jen. Are you fucking Jason too?" he asked mockingly.

"Watch your mouth, Dave," said Jason angrily.

"Well, what are you going to do, sonny?" Asked Dave in a sneering tone. The next thing he knew he was on the flat of his back nursing a bloodied nose.

"No, Jason. Stop!" cried Jennifer when her nephew stood over her stricken husband and about to deliver a second punch.

"Ah, you're not worth it," declared Jason as he released his grip from Dave's jacket and allowed him to crash to the floor.

"What do you want, Dave?" demanded Jennifer.

Dave reached for the pocket of his jacket and produced an envelope that he handed to his wife after getting up.

My solicitor asked me to give you this. I decided to deliver it personally," he replied as he pushed a tissue to his nose.

"Alright, you've delivered it. Now get out," responded Jennifer as she snatched it from his hand.

"With pleasure," replied Dave and headed for the waiting car.

Jennifer looked out the window and was startled at who was driving. "Jason, look. It's her," she declared excitedly.

"Who?" asked a puzzled Jason.

"The woman who handed me the wine," declared Jennifer firmly.

Jason looked and recognised the woman as she swung the car around. "Are you sure?" he asked his aunt.

"Absolutely," responded Jennifer with conviction.

"Leslie Hammond," replied Jason. "Now it's starting to make sense," continued Jason.

"What does?" asked a puzzled Jennifer.

"Leslie Hammond is the secretary in the school where Dave is employed," stated Jason.

"Of course. I knew I'd seen her before. Dave is shacked up with her? My God, they must be both in it," said Jennifer, sounding excited.

Jason restrained her. "Now, take it easy, Jen. Even if they are we have no proof. You've got to let me handle this. Don't attempt to contact Dave or Leslie. Promise me," he demanded.

"I promise," responded Jennifer in a subdued tone.

"What's in the envelope?" asked Jason.

Jennifer opened the envelope and read it then sighed. "A writ for divorce," she replied, sounding despondent. .

"I know it's not easy for you, Jen, but you've got to trust me. Give me forty-eight hours. That's all I ask."

"Again, Jennifer nodded. "Alright, we'll do it your way," replied sceptically.

"Good, I've got to get to class. Will you be alright on your own?" asked Jason with concern.

Jennifer kissed her nephew. "Of course and thank you for believing in me," she replied.

That night in bed Jason heard Jennifer sobbing in her bedroom. It broke his heart to hear her and he felt helpless. Finally he got out of bed and headed for his aunt's bedroom and knocked gently on the door.

"Can I come in, Jenny?" he asked. He could hear his aunt clear her throat.

"Just a moment," came Jennifer's almost panic reply.

"Ok," she said and Jason opened the door and entered.

"Are you ok, Jenny?" asked Jason with concern.

There was a momentary silence and then Jennifer burst into tears. "No," she said as she did so.

Jason went over and comforted her. He hated to see his aunt like this. She was always a loving and caring woman and now her whole world had crashed about her. It almost brought tears to his own eyes. "Try and not worry, Jenny. We will get to the bottom of this. I promise, he said consolingly.

"Please, don't leave me on my own," begged Jennifer.

"Alright, move over," instructed Jason and he got in beside Jennifer, who, while resting her head on his shoulder, was soon asleep and Jason followed soon after.

Although things were tense back at college Jason was surprised by the level of support he received from students and staff. On his way into the building he met Allison Clarke, his date for the party. "Hello, Jason. How is your aunt holding up?" she asked sincerely.

"She's ok. Whatever is going on here Art Dunne is the key to it," said Jason in reply.

"That ape. How I'd love to cut down his ego. If there's anything I can do just ask," responded Allison.

Jason paused and thought for a moment. "Well, since you ask..." Jason and Allison walked together around the track as Jason explained what he had in mind,

"Ooh, it sounds delicious. Do you really think he'd fall for it?" asked Allison excitedly.

"Believe me, Allison. He has this idea he's God's gift to women. You'd be another notch in the pole for him. In his mind, that is." Answered Jason.

"Well, I think it's about time to shatter his illusions," responded Allison with a grin. "I'll text you when it's all set up," she concluded.

"Good girl. I knew I could depend on you," said Jason in reply and kissed her cheek before going into class.

At the break Jason was sitting in the college café with his friends, Tim Conway, John Morton and Alex Kidd when Art Dunne walked over to the table.

"How's your, Aunt?" he asked Jason in sly tone.

Jason was about to rise when he felt Tim's giant hand on his shoulder pushing him back down.

Tim stood up instead. He stood at six feet five and towered over Art's five feet eight frame. "Have you got something to say, Dunne?" he asked in a menacing tone.

Art cringed. "Err, no," he replied.

"Then get out of here before I break every bone in your body," he said.

Art hurried out of the café in panic and Tim sat back down.

"I loath that guy," he said. "If there's anything I can do for you, Jason, you only have to asked," concluded John.

"That goes for the rest of us," said John and the others nodded.

"Thanks, you guys. It means a lot to me." responded Jason gratefully.




Betrayal



"Hey Art?" came a female voice.

Art swung around and saw Allison Clarke coming towards him in the corridor. "Oh, hi Allison," he replied.

"They tell me you're quite a ladies' man. You've really got it down there," said Allison as she pointed to Art's lower body.

"Well, what can I say? You either have it or haven't it," responded Art with a smirk.

"Oh, cocky too. I like it," said Alison. 

"You do?" Asked Art, sounding surprised.

"Cocky and confident. That's the way I like them," replied Alison with a grin. "Would you like to show me how good you really are?" she asked.

It was music to Art's ears. "I have class," he responded, sounding disappointed.

"So do I but who cares? There's no one back at the flat. We can go there," answered Alison in a seductive tone.

"Sure, why not?" replied Art with delight in his voice.

"Let me get my jacket and we can be off," said Allison in response before disappearing behind the classroom door. She reached for her mobile phone and began to text.

Jason and his friends were making their way back to class when the text signal on his mobile phone sounded. He took it out and looked. "All set" was the message.

Jason looked to John. "Get your van. We've got work to do," he told him.

"Where are we going?" asked John with a puzzled look.

"To get the evidence we need to clear my Aunt," responded Jason in a firm tone.

A few minutes later Jason and his friends were in the van, heading towards Allison's flat.

At the flat Art tried to kiss Allison but she pushed him away. "Down boy, give me a moment to change," she said and went into her bedroom. She returned a few minutes later wearing only a tee shirt. 

Art smiled as he observed Allison's long smooth legs. Her nipples were showing through her tee shirt and it made him hard.

Allison picked up on this. "I can see you approve," she said smiling. "But I'm disappointed in you. I thought you'd at least have her shirt off by now," she concluded.

"Oh sure," stuttered Art as he rushed to undress. He was just down to his underpants when the door of the flat burst open and Jason and his friends stormed in.

"What the hell is going on?" demanded Art. The next thing he knew was a sack was placed over him and something stunned him.

As they left with their quarry Jason turned to Allison and gave her the thumbs up. She, in turn, blew him a kiss and smiled.

Art could feel himself been bundled into a vehicle. When he tried to protest or struggle he was stunned again before the van sped away.

Art felt the van stop and he was bundled out of the car with the sack over his head. The first thing he felt was the icy cold breeze as it struck his naked body. The sack was removed and he realised he was on a cliff top overlooking Portman beach, seven miles from town. Art shivered violently with the cold breeze. He stared at Jason and his friends. "Please, I'm freezing and I'm afraid of heights," he pleaded as his teeth clattered.

"Well, the sooner we get what we want the sooner you can get warmed up," responded Jason as his companions sniggered or laughed.

"What do you want?" asked Art as he continued to shiver.

"The truth about you and Mrs Taylor," answered Jason firmly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," replied Art, trying to sound defiant.

"That's too bad," responded Jason as he nodded to John Morton.

John was a huge muscular young man. He suddenly grabbed Art and turning him over, held him by his ankles over the edge of the cliff.

"Aaah, what are you doing? Please, don't do this!" screamed Art desperately.

"John spoke up. "You better start talking Dunne. I feel my arms starting to weaken and it's a sheer drop," he said.

"You wouldn't dare," yelled Art.

John lowered Art sharply and the young man screamed in panic.

"Ok, ok. I'll tell you everything. Just let me up," begged Art.

"Well, let's have it then," demanded Jason.

"A guy paid me a thousand ponds to go up to this hotel room..." Art was interrupted by Jason. "Who?" he demanded.

"I'm not sure. I think it was her husband," replied Art anxiously. "When I got to the room Mrs Taylor was already out cold and a woman was standing over her and undressing her. They told me to undress and get in beside Mrs Taylor and simulate sex with her while they took the photos. When the drug wore off I got out of bed and dressed as instructed. I didn't mean any harm. I swear," said Art with tears in his eyes.

"Have you got that, Tim?" asked Jason.

All here," replied Tim enthusiastically, proudly displaying the tape recording.

"What are we going to do now?" asked John.

"We take him back to college. We have a meeting to attend," responded Jason with determination in his voice.

Art was once again bundled into the van.

"Here, put this on," said John as he tossed a heavy coat to Art.

Arriving back at the college Art was dragged dressed in only his underpants through the college campus and into the main building in plain sight of staff and pupil alike. John and his friends dragged the unfortunate youth up to the office of Dr George Pearson, the college President.

"Is Dr Pearson in?" Jason asked a very shocked Miss Pullman, Dr Pearson's secretary.

"Yes, but he's at a meeting and left instructions he was not to be disturbed," replied the fifty year old.

Jason pushed his way past the Miss Pullman, ignoring her protests as he did so. Opening the door of the office he hurled Art in and the young man crashed onto the college President's desk.

"What is the meaning of this? How dare you interrupt this meeting?" cried Pearson furiously.

"I'm sorry, Dr Pearson. If you want to expel me so be it but Mr Dunne here has information that will decide the fate of Mrs Taylor. I suggest you listen," responded Jason firmly.

For a moment Dr Pearson was silent and then turned to Art. "Well, what have you to say?" demanded Dr Pearson.

"It was a set up. Mrs Taylor was drugged and I was paid five thousand pounds by her husband and his girlfriend to make her think we had sex," cried Art desperately.

Dr Pearson and his colleagues were stunned. 

"In all my years in academics I have never come across such a disgraceful act of defamation in my life. Do you realise you almost ruined a very good woman's reputation?" growled Pearson.

"I didn't mean any harm..." Art was cut off.

"What the devil did you think was going to happen? Get your belongings out of your locker and your sorry mess out of my office. I shall inform your parents at once of your immediate expulsion. You may be sure that criminal proceedings will be taken, young man." said Dr Pearson. He turned to his colleagues and cleared his throat. "Gentlemen, in view of these developments I suggest we adjourn. I have an apology to make to a fine teacher," he concluded.

All the men nodded.

***

The following day Jason arrived back from the college. He hadn't said anything to Jennifer in case he got hopes up too prematurely. He was pleasantly surprised when he recognised Dr Pearson's car driving away. The elderly academic rolled down his window and waved to Jason who returned his salute. When Jason entered the house he saw Jennifer sniffling and drying her eyes.

"Jenny, what's wrong?" he asked anxiously.

"Oh Jason. Nothing is wrong, dear and everything is right thanks to you," responded Jennifer and rushed to hug him.

"Dr Pearson said I had been exonerated and it was by small way thanks to you," Continued Jennifer as she cried for joy on her nephew's shoulder.

"Well, I did have some help, Jen," replied Jason.

"Oh I know that. Thank your friends for me. I tell you what. We don't we go out to dinner. It'll be my treat?" answered Jennifer.

"You don't have to do that, Jen..."

"Nonsense. It's small reward for what you've done," Jennifer interrupted. "There's something I have to do first," she concluded. She gave Jason a peck on the cheek before grabbing her car keys and dashing out the door, leaving her nephew silent and puzzled.

Jennifer returned two hours later bright and cheerful. I'll just be a few minutes getting changed," she declared as she rushed upstairs.

Jason just smiled. 'A few minutes?' he thought.

A few minutes later the doorbell rang.

"Could you get that, sweetheart?" came Jennifer's voice upstairs.

When Jason opened the door he was stunned when he saw who it was. "What the hell are you doing here, Dave?" he asked as Jennifer's husband stood before him with his nose still bandaged.

"I'll handle this, Jason," said Jennifer, who had reappeared in the same green dress she had worn at the party, pre-empting any reply from Dave. She went to the door and handed Dave a brown envelope. "My solicitor suggested I hand you this, Dave. I'm suing for divorce and I'm really looking forward to this," Jennifer declared.

"Look, Jen. We can talk about this..." Dave was cut short.

"Take your floozy and get out of my sight," ordered Jennifer.

At that moment a police car pulled up and two uniformed officers got out and confronted Dave.

"Mr David Taylor?" asked one of the officers.

"Yes," replied Dave uneasily.

"I must ask you to accompany us to the station," answered the officer in an official tone.

"On what charge?" asked Dave.

"None at the moment but allegations have been made implicating you and two others. I have to warn you that charges may be preferred," responded the officer. 

"I hope you have a good lawyer, Dave," said Jennifer sarcastically as her soon to be ex husband was led away. Jennifer closed the door and swung around to her nephew. "Well, shall we go?" she asked and the headed for Jennifer's car.

***

They arrived back several hours later. Jason was stuffed. "Jen, thank you for a wonderful evening," he said as he kissed his aunt's cheek.

"It hardly seems enough in light of what you did for me," replied Jennifer. "If only there was something else," she continued.

"Well, seeing in that dress reminds me that we never had that dance," responded Jason with a smile.

Jennifer laughed. "One moment," she said and went over to the music centre and it started playing some soft music. Jennifer stretched out her arms and Jason took them and they began to waltz around the living room.

"I meant what I said that night at the party. You are very handsome," said Jennifer almost seductively.

Jason smiled. "And I meant every word of what I said. You are very beautiful, Jen." was his reply.

For a few moments aunt and nephew waltzed in silence. Then they gazed into each other's eyes. There was hesitance from both of them. Each wondering how the other would react to their next move. Finally, it was Jason who took the plunge and kissed his aunt's moist red lips. The passion was such that Jennifer didn't want it to stop. She reciprocated her nephew's kiss with equal passion. 

Jason put his hand on the zipper at the back of Jennifer's dress and was about to pull it down only to be stopped by her hand.

"I prefer the bedroom," she said in a wicked whisper.

Jason smiled. "So do I," he responded. 

Jennifer took her nephew's hand and led him to her bedroom.

In the bedroom they continued kissing until Jennifer broke off. She turned her back to Jason and lifted her hair.

Jason pulled the zipper of his aunt's dress down and was pleasantly surprised when he saw that she had worn nothing but a black lacy thong underneath that only became visible when Jason eased the dress from Jennifer's shoulders and his aunt allowed the garment to float to the ground.

Jennifer sighed deeply as Jason kissed her neck. There was a shockwave of pleasure through Jennifer's body as he did so. It seemed to make her very submissive. "Oooh," she uttered as her nephew cupped her wonderful breasts and squeezed them gently. He had never seen his aunt naked before. He knew she was beautiful and this wonderful sight confirmed it for him.

Jason eased his aunt onto her bed face down and once again kissed her neck. This time, however, he continued down her back. Each kiss from Jason's lips brought a corresponding sigh or moan. 

The smooth silky feel of Jennifer's body aroused Jason like he'd never been aroused before. In the excitement he simply ripped his shirt off and continued working his way down her body, licking, sucking and kissing as he went.

After removing Jennifer's thong he licked and kissed each of her buttocks and at the same time removed his remaining garments.

Jason turned his aunt over and kissed her passionately on her moist lips.

"Oh my God!" cried Jennifer as her nephew began to lick and suck each of her nipples. Her body shuddered with excitement as Jason worked his way down her waist and eventually to her pussy bush. 

Then Jennifer took Jason's head and pulled him towards her before kissing him. She turned her nephew face down and copied his every move, clearly to his delight and pleasure.

Jennifer turned Jason onto his back and positioning herself upright, she began to pound his cock. Eventually they settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. Each stroke made aunt and nephew sigh deeper and deeper. As their pleasure continued to build they began to perspire and this wonderful pleasure resulted in huge orgasms for both, leaving them gasping for air.

After a few moments of collecting their thoughts Jennifer finally spoke. "My God, Jason. You make a wonderful lover," she said, as she rested on the young man's bare chest.

"Thank, Jen. You're pretty wonderful yourself," answered Jason and kissed his aunt once again.

"Oh, Jason. Don't ever leave me," begged Jennifer in a low voice.

"I'll never leave you, Jen. That's a promise," declared Jason.

Feeling reassured Jennifer snuggled up beside Jason. 

You know Jen, If it wasn't for Allison I might never have gotten to the bottom of this mess?" Said Jason.

"Yes, I owe her a great deal," responded Jenny as she rested on her nephew's chest and began to think.

Eventually aunt and nephew nodded off into a deep slumber wrapped in each other's arms.

***

Jason was the first to wake up as he felt the heat of the early morning sun on his face. He gently extracted himself from his still sleeping aunt's embrace and headed to the shower. While in the shower Jason couldn't help thinking about the events of the previous night. His aunt was very beautiful and very sexual. The pleasure he had experienced was beyond hi wildest dreams. With his eyes closed Jason envisioned Jennifer in her full naked glory. Her long smooth legs, flat stomach and large but firm breasts made his cock hard again. Suddenly his vision vanished when he heard Jennifer's voice.

"May I join you?" she asked as she stood before him naked.

"I thought you were asleep. I was going to make you breakfast," responded Jason in shock.

Jennifer just laughed and entered the shower kissing her nephew as the hot steamy jets of water continued to cascade about them. "Make love to me, Jason. Right here. Right now," said Jennifer.

Jason gladly obeyed as he lifted his beautiful and up and fucked her as she held the shower rails for balance. 

As they continued their lovemaking each moment that passed drew deeper and deeper sighs until eventually they orgasmed almost together, gasping for air and sighing deeply in a show of mutual sexual satisfaction.

"Well, I've got to get to work," said Jenny as she put the breakfast things in the washer. Jason put his arms around her and kissed her neck.

"And I've got to get to class," he replied.

Jennifer turned around and kissed her nephew passionately. "I'll see you for the next round tonight," she said with a wink and a smile.

"I can't wait," responded Jason excitedly before heading off for college.

***

The next morning as she met Jason in the kitchen Jenny turned and spoke. "Could you "lose" yourself for a few hours tonight?" she asked.

Jason smiled, guessing what his Aunt had in mind. "Of course. Women talk?" he asked.

"Something like that," answered Jenny shyly.

Jason kissed her cheek. "See you later then," he said before leaving.

It was at the break when Jennifer approached Allison in the corridor of the college.

"Oh hallo Mrs Taylor. It's great to see you back," said Allison smiling.

"I owe you so much, Allison. I can't thank you enough for what you did," said Jennifer as she took the younger women's hands.

"I'm an advocate for justice, Mrs Taylor. I could never see a good teacher and innocent woman destroyed," responded Allison.

"I wondered would you have dinner with me tonight. I'd like to make it up to you in some way?" asked Jennifer.

"Oh, there's no need..."

"Please," interrupted Jennifer.

"Well, ok. Just me and you?" replied Allison.

"Just me and you. Shall we say eight," answered Jennifer.

"Great, I'll see you then," responded Allison enthusiastically.

***

Gosh, that was some meal. Thank you, Mrs Taylor," said Allison as she sat on the sofa and stretched her legs.

"Call me Jenny while you're here," replied Jennifer as she handed the young woman a glass of wine before sitting beside her with her own glass.

"I haven't had a cooked meal like that in a very long time," declared Allison.

"I'm glad you liked it," said Jennifer.

There was a silence as both women sipped there wine. Then Allison turned and faced Jennifer. "You know, Jenny? You're a very beautiful woman," she said uneasily.

Jennifer blushed. "Thank you, dear. You're a very attractive young woman also," she replied, not sure exactly where this was going.

"No, really. You really very attractive," persisted Allison.

Uneasy, Jennifer sipped her wine, no knowing how to handle it. Then she felt Allison's hand on her chin. Her face was turned to face Allison and when the young woman's lips touched her own Jennifer closed her eyes and felt a very strange flutter in her stomach.

"I-I'm sorry," stuttered Allison as she broke away.

Jennifer said nothing. She simply put her hand to the young woman's chin and pulled her towards her and kissed her passionately.

Initially Jennifer was inclined to push Allison down on the sofa but opted instead to take her by the hand and lead her to her bedroom. When the women arrived in the room they continued kissing and petting. Suddenly, lust and passion surged through them both as they stripped each other garment per garment until they were naked and crashed onto the bed and proceeded to make love at a frantic pace.

This was nothing new for Allison. She had had several lesbian lovers but for Jennifer it was a new and very wonderful experience. True, Jason was a wonderful lover but there was something special about the touch of this young woman's body. It was soft and very smooth.

Jennifer's wonderful breasts were huge in comparison to Alison's and the tingling sensation that she felt as they rubbed together made the older woman sigh deeply with excitement.

Allison kissed Jennifer's lips once more. "Now, just copy exactly what I do," instructed Allison, obviously aware of Jennifer novice status in lesbian love making. The young woman formed a sixty-nine with Jennifer and began to lick her pussy ravenously. Jennifer followed suit and after what seemed an eternity both women enjoyed a huge orgasm, leaving them breathless and exhausted.

"You really are wonderful, Jenny," said Allison as she rested her head on the older woman's breasts.

Jennifer kissed Allison's forehead. "You're pretty remarkable yourself, Allison," responded Jennifer as she continued to hug the young woman affectionately. Soon they were asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

It was well after midnight when Jason returned to the house. He was surprised to see the dinner things still on the table. Jennifer always put them in the washer. He collected everything and put them in the dishwasher. He also noticed Allison's jacket on the back of the armchair.




Betrayal



'I wonder...' thought Jason and he made his way cautiously upstairs. Gently he eased the door open of his Aunt's bedroom. He smiled as he observed these beautiful women sleeping peacefully together. Gently closing the door he just nodded before heading for his bedroom.

***

Jason woke early the following morning and showered. Neither Jennifer or Allison were awake so he went down to the kitchen and began making breakfast. He smiled when he heard Jennifer give a squeal and then both women laughed while in the shower. 

Jason was still in the kitchen when he heard his aunt and Allison descending the stairs laughing and giggling.

"Morning sweetie," said Allison as she kissed Jason's cheek dressed in a robe.

Jason swung around and saw Jennifer standing there in a robe also. "Morning, Jason," she said in an embarrassed tone.

"What's this? Are you fooling around with my girl now?" he asked in mock anger.

"Will you listen to him? I'm girl enough for both of you and don't you forget it," replied Allison as she gently punched Jason's arm and laughed.

"I'm sure you are. I just hope you have the stamina to deal with us both," laughed Jason.

"Don't worry about me, buster. I can keep up both, no problem," responded Allison.

Jason held out his arm and gestured Jennifer to come to him. He kissed them both. "Sit down, breakfast is almost ready," he stated and he sat and joined them.

It was to be the beginning of a strange and wonderful relationship between Jason, his Aunt and future wife. 



Betrayal



The front door closes with the snap of a starter pistol and traps a deeper silence in the house. The kind of silence you only get when you're alone. Suddenly you can hear the creaking timbers and moaning, coughing pipes; the ticking of the clock fills the front room.

The other half has gone out. I was invited, but I declined. It was a bit 'girl heavy' for my liking. I knew this three days ago. And for three days I've been anticipating the 'closing of the door'. The mechanical symbol of separation. Me time.

A series of events occur in rapid and practised succession. First and some would argue, most importantly, tea. A big steaming mug of it. While the kettle is boiling, flick on the television and the video machine. (Yes, you read that right, the video machine.) Get the lights right. The heady, orangey glow of a table lamp works best for me. Finish the tea. While this is strengthening in the mug I jog up the stairs, breathless and tingling. Little surges of illicit adrenaline sputter through my system and a warmth builds in my lower belly.

There is a box hidden in plain sight. Sitting bold as brass in the spare room, candidly displaying the top layer of its contents for anyone to see. A couple of old photo albums, a box of pens, some envelopes and a scattering of mementos rescued from the conveyor belt of modern life. But these items together work a magic that is elegant and simple. The banality shield. These items, so utterly expected to be filling a box in the spare room, preferably with a healthy coating of dust render the box to all intents and purposes practically invisible. A secret hides in the box. It's not a world changer to be fair, but based on the fact that I'm totally devoted to and utterly in love with my partner, it's a secret that could, potentially be dangerous.

I carefully remove the banality shield being mindful not to scatter the dust too much. A handful of VHS's are tucked into the corner. One says: Animation. Another is of an old friend's wedding and two episodes of Red Dwarf. There is also Dave2. Declared in bold and neatly stencilled letters. It's this that I reach for. 

I'm buzzing inside now. I can feel my blood pressure rising behind my eyes and my mouth moistens at the thought of what is soon to come. On the way past the Bathroom I grab a big handful of tissue.

I'm breathing heavily and deeply as, with slightly trembling fingers, I slip the cassette into the machine and retreat to the sofa, sweeping up my tea as I go. I press play on the remote and there she is. Beautiful and blonde ringlets, a rich, dirty mouth and eyes that look innocent. The EX girlfriend, Tiffany.

She's smiling at the camera, drawing on a joint and blowing the smoke at the lens. She's wearing an oversized Magic Roundabout Tee shirt. In her hand she clutches half a deck of cards. The camera follows her hand as she places a card down on a haphazard pile next to her. She is sat cross legged and naked below the waist.

Her pussy fills the centre of the shot. It's a stunning filmic moment really. Utterly unexpected. In one moment you're seeing an attractive young girl, looking for all the world like butter wouldn't melt and in the next, without even a cut you're looking at her wet, glistening cunt. It's splayed slightly on account of her sitting position.

But the most striking thing about it is that it is totally hairless. The richness of colour, the subtle contours and changes in texture are vivid and shamelessly presented. Just when you're recovering your equilibrium, in come the fingers. Tiffany's beautiful, little girl fingers with their lightly chewed nails splay apart the lips a little revealing a livid blue, sumptuously moist hole. Her index finger dips gently inside and emerges, dampened and accompanied by a small trickle of juice that hits her delicious little arsehole and causes it to catch the light like a precious jewel.

That is the point where I can hold back no longer, I place my tea, which I've been clutching like a bible, down on the coffee table, unzip my jeans and wriggle them down. My warmed hands feel delicious against my skin and I allow them to wander over my body, mimicking as closely as I can, Tiffany's progress.

After a sumptuous few minutes abusing my nipples while she writhed under the same torment, we allowed our hands to drift back down to the business end where juices had begun to flow, bits glistened and throbbed. We stroked hard bits rhythmically and soft bits erratically, wriggling against our respective sofas, we probed hungry sucking holes with our fingers. We gasped together and debased ourselves to each other through the screen but we didn't come together.

A cock; a hard, veiny, good sized specimen entered the shot. Of course, I'm extremely familiar with that cock and it's safe to say, I love it dearly. The sight of it, obviously swollen fit to burst approaching Tiffany's by now sodden and clutching pussy pushed us all up a notch, she was rubbing her massively engorged clit with one hand and languorously sliding the middle finger of the other deeply into and out of her lubricated and puckering arsehole while that fabulous on screen member pushed into her, stretching and filling that place deep inside.

I'm working my own hand furiously now and my hips buck upwards, grinding against an invisible lover. My lower lip is clamped between my teeth and I squeeze my left nipple hard, rolling it between my finger tips. My eyes are focused on the coupling filling the TV. It's a really big close up, each time the cock forces in, Tiffany's cunt folds in around it like a fly trap, drawing it deeper in and with each withdrawal comes an obscene ooze of juice that slicks against the retreating flesh, her lips cling on, drawing back like a beach trying to hold on to a tide and then suddenly, to some subtle cue, we're all in spasms of delighted ecstasy and juices erupt on screen as well off it, my hand is soaked by my cumming, it jets from me in powerful waves and I just let it, breathing deeply and noisily pounding my flesh , beating the last delicious spasms of pleasure from within.

We all just lay there, stupefied by our own individual exertions for a minute or two until I stop and rewind the tape. I wipe myself clean as best I can with the tissue, straighten my clothes, recover the tape from the machine and head back upstairs to replace it in the box with the magics on top. As I'm rebuilding the banality shield, I wonder how Dave would feel if he knew. If he knew that every time he went out I brought myself to a gushing climax over the sexual acrobatics of his ex, would he still want me?



Betrayal



“No, I’m not really hungry. Just save some for me and I’ll eat after I do some work.”

“Oh okay.”

“Rose?” “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

I winced again, “I love you too Charles.”

A week later Charles called me from work and told me that he would be late and not to wait up for me. I tried sitting there and reading a book but I couldn’t. I walked over to Daniel’s and attacked him the minute he answered the door. I had stayed away from him since Charles had told me he knew that I was seeing him more and more. I couldn’t help myself I needed his cock so bad. 

“Wow! Haven’t seen you in a week and now this!”

“I need you so bad Daniel!”

“I was wondering where you had been. What happened?”

“Nothing to worry about. Now please fuck me!”

“Feisty tonight! I like it!” He smacked my ass as I walked by him to go into the bedroom. 

I turned back and smiled at him, “Hey! That hurt!”

“You liked it.”

“I know. I’d like it even more if you’d shut up and give me your cock!”

“Hmmm…I don’t know if I should.”

“Don’t tease me Daniel!”

“You come in and tell me to shut up and demand me to fuck you. That’s not being a very good girl!”

“I know. I’m a bad bad girl, and you can punish me for it later! Just give me your cock now!”

“I think your punishment should be to not get my cock.”

“No Daniel. Not that! Please anything but that!” I climbed up on the bed and grabbed hold of his hips. I forced him to me and practically ripped his jeans off. I took his dick into my mouth and sucked it down the back of my throat moaning the whole time.

“Mmmm…maybe you should go without cock more often! God girl your mouth is wonderful!”

He began to pump his hips into my mouth, holding the back of my head, and driving his cock deep into my throat. My moans got louder with each forceful thrust of his manhood. He grabbed my hair and pulled me off his cock. I whimpered as his dick popped out of my mouth, and I tried to go back to it. He kept hold of my hair and wouldn’t let me move. 

“Turn around and show me that ass Rose.”

Quickly I turned around wiggling my ass at him. His hand came down and I cried out as it hit my ass making it sting. “That’s for being bad!” 

“Mmmm…do it again!”

He laughed, “You weren’t suppose to like it.”

“I did and I want you to do it again!”

His hand came back down across my ass and I moaned. 

“You are one bad girl Rose!”

“I know and you like it. Will you fuck me now?”

“Why I like doing this.”

“But I want to feel your cock.”

“Do you? How bad do you want it?”

“So bad it hurts!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmmm….”

“Daniel! Quit! Give me your cock!”

I screamed out my pleasure as I felt his dick ram into my throbbing cunt. “Ooooo…that’s it! God I love your cock!” I pushed my ass back into him moving with his rhythm. I felt one of his fingers begin to rub the outside of my ass and I moaned loudly. “Fuck my ass with your finger Daniel!” “Are you sure? We’ve never done that before. It could hurt.”

“I don’t care. Just do it!”

I felt his finger begin to push into tight little hole. “Mmm..Daniel that feels good!”

I felt his cock leave my pussy, and I looked back to see what he was doing. I felt his cock against my ass and I held my breath. I knew it was going to hurt. He pushed gently at my virgin hole and soon I felt his cock enter my ass. I gasped at the mixture of pain and pleasure, and he stopped letting me get use to his dick. As soon as the pain had left I pushed back on him letting his cock slip the rest of the way into my ass. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I was in a state of desire that left me dizzy. 

“My God Daniel! That’s amazing! You’re cock feels so good in my ass!”

“Your ass feels good wrapped around my cock. It’s so tight! I’m going to cum Rose. I can’t hold back!”

“Cum in my ass Daniel! 

I screamed as I felt his cum hit the inner walls of my ass. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him as he released a torrent of cum into me. Soon he let go gently pushing me off his cock. I turned around and as I did I caught the figure of someone standing in the doorway.

“This is fucking nice!” Charles yelled as he entered the bedroom. “I tell you I have to work late and the minute you get the chance you’re over here fucking him! I knew you were you fucking slut!”

“Charles, I…”

“Don’t talk to me Bitch!”

“Hey Charles!”

“You shut the fuck up to. You fucking wife stealing asshole!”

Daniel laughed, “Is that all you got Charles? You stupid motherfucker.”

“Shut up!”

“Look, Charles, I didn’t steal your wife. She came to me cause you weren’t fucking her. You weren’t keeping her happy and she needs that.”

“Hush Daniel. You’re making it worse.” I said in a low voice. “No Rose. I won’t hush. He needs to know why you came to me.” He looked back at my husband. “If you were any type of a good husband to her she would have never come to me to get what she needed.”

“That’s not true! I give what she needs! She has a roof over her head, money in her pocket, and food to eat. I provide her with everything she needs while working all the fucking time!”

“Yeah you provide her with material shit. She needs love!”

“I do love her and I’m not talking to you anymore. Rose get your ass dressed and home now!”

“No Charles. I’m not going with you.”

“What? Why not?”

“Daniel’s right. You don’t give me what I need, and now I’m ending it. I’m ending the guilt that I have felt. I’m ending the sadness over the fact that you don’t make love to me. I’m ending it all and I’m staying with Daniel. He appreciates me and he gives me more than money. He makes me feel good. He makes me feel needed as a woman. You don’t. I sometimes wonder if you’re even a real man since you don’t fuck me!” I couldn’t believe that I had just said that. I wanted to break away from him but I never wanted to hurt him as bad as I just did. I saw his face turn red with anger and he advanced to the bed, his hand up. I tried to duck and I saw Daniel try to block Charles but it happened to quick. I felt his hand across my face. I felt the sting of the contact and tasted the blood on my lips. 

“You stupid fucking whore!” 

I looked at him the blood dripping down my chin. I saw his face turn from anger to confusion and then to a look of amazement as he came to and realized what he had done.

“Rose. Oh Rose! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to! Honest, I swear to God that I didn’t mean to!” He came closer and tried to wrap me in his arms. I pushed him away. “Get away from me Charles!”

“Rose please! I was angry! I didn’t mean to hit you!”

“But you did. Go away!”

“Rose, let him apologize. The man just saw his wife fucking someone else. You can’t blame him.”

“Shut up Daniel.”

“I’m serious Rose. I probably would have done the same thing. Especially if my wife had questioned my manhood.”

I looked back up at Charles and he left the room. He came back with a washcloth and held it to my lips washing away the blood. “I am serious Rose. I really didn’t mean to hit you.”

I nodded my head and allowed him to clean my mouth. “I knew you were fucking him. I knew it a long time ago. I just tried to tell myself it wasn’t true. I tried to tell myself that you wouldn’t soil our marriage like that. It didn’t work though and when I actually saw it I lost my temper. Just know Rose that I do love you. I might not show it the way you want me to but I do. I’m sorry that I wasn’t more into your needs but working so much I am always tired. No, I’m not going to use that excuse anymore.”

“Then what excuse are you going to use Charles?”

“You know when we first met. I couldn’t get enough of you. I needed you constantly and I knew you loved that. But when we got married I guess I just got too comfortable with you. My desire for you never stopped it just simmered down and I didn’t want you as often anymore. I see that Daniel gives you what I use to and if that’s what you want then do it.” I heard the anger in his voice again and I backed away afraid of him now, and the way he said it I knew he wanted an answer now.

I was still confused. I loved them both, but now I saw no way of keeping both of them. Charles wouldn’t stand for it. 

“I don’t know Charles. I love you and I love Daniel. I love you because you are my husband and I still remember the old you. I’ve loved Daniel for a very long time, and he’s all you ever use to be. I want to be happy Charles. I don’t think that I can be happy with you unless you change and go back to the way you use to be.”

“I figured you’d choose him.” He looked over at Daniel with fire in his eyes. Then he looked back at me. I saw something strange on his face. “You know I watched you the whole time you were fucking him.”

“And?”

“It was lovely.”

“What?”

“You looked so beautiful with his cock ramming into your ass. You look beautiful now. Even with sweat pasting your hair down. It turned me on Rose to watch you with him. It did. I got horny listening to you moan and scream and watching him fill your ass with his cum. And even though I was yelling at you and even though I’m angry with you, I can’t help but think that this whole time you’ve been sitting there with his cum slowly dripping out of your ass. I can’t get the image of you fucking his cock, and the smell of sex in this room is turning me on so much.”

“Charles what are you saying?”

“I want to fuck you at least one more time Rose. If you’re going to leave me. I want to feel your pussy one more time before you go.”

I laughed, “You bust my fucking lip open and then tell me you want to fuck me! And all because you got hot watching me fuck someone else. You couldn’t get horny when it was just you and I but you can watching me fuck someone else! You’re fucking crazy Charles!”

“Could be fun Rose. You never know.”

“Be quiet Daniel.” 

“Rose, come on! This might have been what I needed to get the juices flowing again. I’ve had sex with you so much that it got boring but watching you with him turned me on again.”

“Fuck you Charles!”

“Let him do it Rose.”

“No, if I let him do it then he’ll want to all the time.”

“Would that be a big problem. You’ve said yourself many times that you loved us both and he is giving you a way to have us both.”

“Why would I fuck a man who called me a slut and a whore and then busted me in the mouth!”

“He was angry. We’ve already established that. He apologize for it too.”

I sat there stunned. I thought Daniel would tell Charles to get out too once I chose him over my husband. I would have never thought that it would have come to this. 

“Please Rose. Daniel is right. I’ve apologized to you for hitting you. I really didn’t mean to and I’m willing now that I’ve calmed down to share my wife with another man! You can fuck him whenever you want and you can fuck him with me there too. I don’t want to lose you and I know you don’t want to give me up either.”

“My God! This is like a fucking Jerry Springer episode!”

Both men laughed and Daniel said, “No, we’d have to be related for that!” “Okay, okay fine. But Charles from now on if ever there comes a time when you again don’t want me know that I will leave you.”

Charles had his clothes off in a second, “you won’t ever leave me Rose.”

He placed his cock to my lips, “please let me feel your mouth. It’s been so long. Not for a long time since I know it hurts but just for a minute.”

I placed his cock in my mouth and winced at the pain it caused my lips. I sucked him taking him completely down my throat a couple of times. It felt good to feel my husband’s cock in my mouth again and though it was killing my mouth I couldn’t stop sucking him. I felt Daniel behind me and he placed his cock back in my ass. It was still wet from his cum, and I moaned loudly at the feel of his cock in my ass and my husband’s in my mouth. 

Charles wouldn’t stay in my mouth much longer. He knew that it was hurting me. I lifted up and he slid under me slipping his cock in my pussy. I screamed out in passion. The feeling of two cocks filling both my holes were amazing, and it didn’t take me much longer to cum. 

After I had calmed down the men switched places. For the first time in all the years that we had been married Charles entered my ass. His cock felt so good in me and when Daniel entered my pussy I gasped. I felt like a complete whore. Fucking two men at once, one who had just yelled, screamed, and hit me a minute ago and the other that I had been having an affair with. But I liked it. It made me so hot to know that I was pleasing these two men and not caring that one had been so harsh towards me a minute ago. I started to cum again. “Fuck me harder! Shit! Both of you feel so good in me! My God I’m cumming again!”

Both men pumped harder into me, and I could tell by the harder they were breathing that they too would cum soon. My orgasm intensified as I felt them both cum in me filling both my holes. I was in such a state of passion that I could no longer breath and welcomed when I began to calm down. 

Once the men were spent they pulled away from me and moved so that I could get up to clean myself. I stood there for a minute looking at the both of them and smiling. They looked back at me though not a my face, they were watching there cum drip down my legs. Daniel smiled at me, “You had better hurry up and get cleaned up before we come after you again.” I laughed and shook my head as I turned around and entered the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was happy for the moment. I had both the men I loved and I hoped that it would never change.



Betrayal



It was late in the evening and I was on my way home from work. It had been a rough night and I was leaving work four hours early. I thought I was coming down with a virus because I had been felling dizzy, weak and feverish. I just wanted to get home, climb into bed and have my significant other baby me. I noticed the battery on my cell phone was dead so I couldn't call ahead. I had thought Tina could have some soup ready when I got home. She had a way of making a simple can of soup seem like the antidote for everything. 

I was too weak to lift the garage door so I parked in front of the house and let myself in the front door. Due to feeling poorly, I was dragging ass and was inadvertently stealth during my entry. I was taking off my coat, when I heard sounds coming from the bedroom upstairs. It sounded like multiple voices. There isn't a television in our room so I was quite puzzled. With my coat still half on, I slowly climbed the stairs. I could hear movement along with one maybe two male voices. Was I being burglarized? The closest weapon was a decorative sword at the top of the stairs. I grabbed the sword and headed toward the bedroom. The door was ajar so I peaked in to assess the situation. What I observed took my breath away and froze me in my tracks.

Through the partially opened door I could see Tina on all fours on the bed. She was naked and there was an unknown male, standing naked and having his way with her from behind. As if that wasn't enough, there was another male, whom I did not know, naked, on his knees and on my side of the bed in front of her. He seemed to be enjoying inserting his cock into her mouth. As the adrenaline rushed through my body and I poised to barge into the room like the police raiding a crack house. Just then I heard Tina moaning and uttering yes, yes. I wondered what the hell was going on. Tina then reached for the cock that was in her mouth and assisted the bastard in beating his meat. The two males were laughing with each other around their sighs of passion. 

My heart was racing and my breath was short. My grip on the sword became intense yet my knees were buckling. I couldn't take my eyes off them. Within seconds my emotions raced from shock, to anger, to bewildered and finally to grief. At that moment it became clear what was going on. Tina had made good on her threat to engage in a threesome. Yes, there was a good reason why I was not a part of that threesome. In dismay, I continued to peer through the doorway as another man held onto Tina's waist while thrusting himself against her ass. I had seen and made the expressions on the other male's face. The other male was getting very close to releasing his testicular load. My eyes closed and my head dropped. Had I been in my window, watching three strangers across the street, I would have enjoyed this action immensely. However, under these circumstances I could only slump to the floor and listen.

I was engulfed in familiar sounds. The sound of the bed squeaking, bodies slapping together, heavy breathing and words blurted out during enthusiastic intercourse. Ordinarily, making these sounds was enjoyable. Only now the same sounds were causing me pain. As I sat there listening, my mind's eye took me back to the night that created this situation, a night when the proverbial shoe was on the other foot, or in this case when the condom was on my dick.

About six months ago, I had attended a party at Nicole's home. Nicole is a business associate whom I had a major infatuation. The party was winding down and since Tina wasn't with me, I offered to remain behind to help clean up. The apartment was on the thirty-third floor of a luxury building. The balcony had a magnificent view of the city. As the last guests were leaving, I stood on the balcony looking at the city lights wondering. I wondered what life would have been like if I had lived here with Nicole. At that moment, Nicole stepped out onto the balcony and stood next to me. We looked at the lights and I guess the wine caused us to speak openly. I professed my attraction to her, which was met with a warm reception. I soon noticed a devilish grin appearing on her face. We looked into each other's eyes and we knew what was about to happen.

As if it belonged to someone else, my hand caressed her cheek on its way to her hair. By the time it reached the back of her head, she was inching toward me. Our lips hesitated as they touched. That was all I needed to throw caution to the wind. I pulled her close and the kisses became deeper and more sensuous. My hands roamed freely about her willing body. I paused to take a breath then buried my face in her neck. Her perfume caused an automatic reaction. A reaction that she could without a doubt, feel against her hip. Her moans only grew louder as I kissed her neck. To my delight, I discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra and I began unbuttoning her blouse. I reached into her blouse with both hands and cupped her voluptuous breasts while massaging her nipples with my thumbs. 

I paused momentarily and looked into her eyes to see if my actions were causing her any concern. What I saw looking back was a major green light for anything I wanted. I expressed my unspoken gratitude by slipping my tongue into her mouth and holding her like I never wanted to let go. I opened her blouse further to ensure full view and access to her breasts. After admiring the view of her breasts, I knelt down and tasted her nipples. It's true that the forbidden fruit always tastes better. Savoring every second, I bounced back and forth from nipple to nipple. Wanting more, I reached under her skirt and found a thong that was damp in the crotch. Her legs tightened around my hand preventing further access or withdrawal. I teased and bit on her nipple until she released my hand. The smile on her face suggested my bite created arousal rather than discomfort. 

Nicole became aggressive and pushed me against the balcony railing. She pressed her face against my chest and grabbed by stiff member through my pants. After a few minutes of heavy breathing and stroking, she knelt down and completely opened my pants. That was a clever maneuver because getting my engorged manhood through the zipper would have been a painful chore. She wrapped her hand around my cock and slowly dragged it across her cheek. I looked down just in time to see the head disappearing inside her warm, wet mouth. I tilted my head back and felt the rush of sensations throughout my body. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to be in this situation with her. Paradise was the only description that came to mind as I was listening to her moaning and sucking on me. With that in mind, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to have my dick inside her.

I slowly extricated myself from her mouth and helped her up. I leaned her over the balcony railing, lifted her skirt, moved her thong to the side and guided my saliva slicked cock into her. I settled into a comfortable position and began slow, steady strokes. As I was getting my groove on, I couldn't help but to take in the view. I had Nicole bent over her own balcony railing, her breasts exposed for anyone in the adjacent buildings to see, pumping her from behind and looking out over the city. I was thinking, "On top of the world, Ma!" Even better was the sound of Nicole having an orgasm. I could no longer control my urge to explode inside her and gave her all I had to give. Realizing that I had left a mess, I reached into the pocket of my pants, which were around my ankles and retrieved my handkerchief. While she was still bent over the railing, I took my handkerchief and wiped my ejaculate from her crotch. Slowly dabbing in every fold, I could feel the semen soaking into the handkerchief and across my fingers. An odor of fresh sex filled my nostrils as I crumpled the handkerchief in the palm of my hand. 

Upon completion, she turned toward me and gave me a tender kiss. Before she could close her blouse or I could pull up my pants, we noticed that there was one female guest standing on the other side of the window getting quite a show. Unfortunately, she was shaking her head as if to say, shame on us. It was more unfortunate that she knew Tina. I quickly pulled up and fastened my pants. It's strange that until that moment, I hadn't given Tina a thought. Both Nicole and I knew the jig was up. Nicole understood why I had to leave without helping her with the party clean up as promised. I made my apologies, gave her a peck on the cheek and departed. 

After a sleepless night and a lot of mental anguish, I decided to inform Tina of my indiscretion before anyone else. As we sat at the breakfast table, I carefully broke the news. I explained that it had had been a fantasy of mine since before I met her. I further explained that I was only human and had a moment of weakness. 

Tina stated, "I have fantasies that don't include you but I have self-control."

"If you loved me, you would have controlled yourself."

Needless to say the rest of the "discussion" didn't go well. I accepted all that she had to dish out. It was only fair and to be expected. It was then that threats of finding sex partners on the internet were hurled in my direction at every disagreement. I began finding sex sites on the computer. I knew they were intentionally left to upset me. Email after email inquiring about two males to join her for a threesome. There were many replies to her emails but no arrangements were made. Months of mental abuse passed without an overt act. I began to think all was forgiven. That is until now.

Reality was hitting me like a ton of bricks as I sat there on the floor outside my own bedroom listening. I was too hurt to watch but I could hear one of the guys bouncing off her ass. The other guy was grunting and obviously shooting his load.

I heard, "Ahhh Yeah!"

"Lick it all off."

"Swallow it!"

Then the other guy, "Ahhh, fuck."

"Damn, right in the ass."

"I wish I didn't have on a condom so I could see it drip out."

I then heard them all collapse onto the bed. The guys were expressing their delight and trying to determine if they were going to switch places. 

Then I heard Tina, "Take off that condom."

"I want to suck both of you at the same time."

She wasn't really going to do that was she? In total disbelief, I had to take another peek. She was lying between these two guys and massaging their cocks trying to get them hard for more action. One guy had a handful of her crotch while the other was teasing her nipples. This was my punishment for my betrayal. I knew I had hurt her but not this bad. Although she did not intend for me to watch her fulfill her fantasy, I knew that if I managed to get through this, I would never betray her again. 

The two guys then stood side by side adjacent the bed. Tina sat on the edge of the bed. Thank goodness I couldn't see the specifics. However, the sounds and body movements were unmistakable. I leaned against the wall, closed my eyes and wished for it to just be over. While everyone seemed to be preoccupied, I took that opportunity to relocate to the adjacent bedroom to prevent being detected once they emerged from the room. Unfortunately, my presence would become apparent if Tina found my vehicle parked front of the house. 

Sitting behind the door of the adjacent bedroom prevented me from viewing and limited my ability to hear further transgressions. To my displeasure, I was able to hear both men reach an orgasm. 

To include one male saying to the other, "I see you had a lot left."

"She couldn't swallow all of yours." 

The other male related, "I love to see my jizz dripping onto a woman's tits." 

Tina exited the bedroom and entered the bathroom for a shower. I could hear the guys moving around on the bed. From my experience with Tina, I knew that she often enjoyed being caressed in the shower after sex. I had expected one of the bastards to join her but she was done before they got up. As one of the guys entered the shower, I heard the other having a conversation with Tina. 

The male asked, "When are we going to get together again?" 

Tina replied, "It depends on whether or not my alleged partner cheats on me again." 

The last male showered, dressed and Tina walked them downstairs. When Tina opened the front door it became strangely quiet. I got up and slowly entered our bedroom. The bed was disheveled and stained. I carefully sat on the edge of the bed where an empty condom wrapper was lying on the floor. After a few shallow breaths, I leaned over and cracked the window to allow some fresh air into the room. I could hear Tina slowly climbing the stairs as if she were walking to the gallows. She appeared in the doorway with an indiscernible expression on her face. Not a word was spoken. Who would go first? Who had been hurt the worst? Suddenly, the only question in my mind was, "Did I still want to be with her?" The answer was undoubtedly, yes. 

I stood up and walked toward her. I still had no idea of what I would say or do once I reached her. We stood almost nose to nose and looked into each other's eyes. Simultaneously, we reached out and hugged each other. We just stood there hugging. Then I felt a tear on my neck. A chorus of, "I'm sorry," spewed from my mouth. My eyes welled as she tried to find words. I placed my finger on her lips to shush her. I turned and picked up the condom wrapper and started taking the pillow case off the pillow. Tina proceeded to the other side of the bed and removed the other pillow case. As the song suggests, we said it best by saying nothing at all. Subsequently, all the linen was changed and the soiled linen was placed into the washing machine. We changed our clothes and climbed into bed. We held onto each other and fell asleep listening to the sound of the washing machine washing all our troubles away. 



Betrayal



I can tell I'm in trouble. 

I can tell you're not going to stop. No matter how much I beg, as you pin down my wrists, and hold me steady, I know I'm definitely not going to get away here. Not that I'm really complaining.

I can feel your excitement grow, the more helpless I get. As you fasten the ties around my wrists, first the left, then the right, and attach them to the bedpost. I can't help but shiver, with pleasure, with anticipation, as you run your nails across my stomach and down to my hips.

Your moving slowly now, drawing this out, torturing me. Your getting harder the tighter you pull the ties around my ankles, making me completely immobile, completely helpless. Completely yours to control. I'm aching, dying, to grab you, pull you to me, and I can see you smirk as I struggle against my bonds.

You can tell me there's no way to get out, but you don't. I think you like to watch me struggle, to tug and twist the ropes, in the hopes that I'll regain some control. I can feel your breath on me now, as you kiss me, as you nip, at my hips and my nipples.

My body won't listen to me, responding so well to your touch, to my helplessness. I've never liked being the damsel in distress, but maybe this won't be so distressful. I can tell I'm getting wetter, warmer, with every touch and breath and kiss, and it's not helping me get out of my current predicament.

You're enjoying this, more then I thought you would. I can do nothing but watch you use me, I can't even make a sound now, with this gag you've forced into my mouth. My muscles are beginning to tighten now, as I can feel your tongue against my clit, and your nails running down my back.

I can feel myself, already, getting close to exploding, and I can only assume you can tell too, as you slowly pull your lips and tongue away and begin to bite my nipples once more. I should've known you wouldn't let me get off that easily. You're like a tiger, after it's prey, stalking it, tearing it to pieces, before finally, you devour it.

My body has fully betrayed me now, my eyes are rolling in the back of my head and my pelvis is moving as much as I can get it to, as though yearning, begging, for you to hold onto it and force your hard, throbbing, willing cock, into my tight, wet, pussy. I don't think I can take much more of this teasing, and I close my eyes, moans coming through the gag now.

I'm not expecting it, when finally it happens. I can feel it, fast and hard, and my eyes snap open. Involuntarily, a louder moan escapes from me, and I can feel myself welcoming this invasion with every sharp, hard thrust you make. My hips can't help, but move, to allow you better, deeper entrance.

You're moving even faster, even harder now, and I don't think I can stand it much longer. I'm fighting this, with every fiber I've got, to not cum, because I know that's what you want to see happen. You've told me yourself, you love the look on my face, the sounds that I make, the way every muscle and tendon and ligament in my body tenses up while I hit that unnatural point of ecstasy.

I let out a barely audible scream through the gag as it happens, the ultimate surrender, and again you've won this round, as you continue pumping into me, making me feel every ripple of pleasure, and you watch me, enjoying this more then I should be, Miss Sweet and Innocent, being so violated, and you're loving this, my screams, my eyes going wide, rolling back into my head, fighting the ties more now, dying to touch you.

You pull away from me, slowly, still teasing me, as finally, my muscles begin to relax. You leave me tied as you move around the room, flitting in and out of my line of vision, grabbing water and towels. I'm covered in sweat, as much as you are, and despite the fact my breathing was returning to normal, it begins to pick up as you untie me and help me wipe the sweat of my stomach and legs.

I'm still sitting on the edge of the bed, sipping water, finally breathing normally, as you begin moving around my bedroom, searching for your clothes. Occasionally you throw me a glimpse of that dirty smile you always seem to be wearing, knowing that despite the fact I tried to fight it, I enjoyed every second you we're fucking me. 

I wrap the towel around me in a pretense of modesty, as if you just haven't seen me at my most vulnerable point, and slowly move over to the door. I'm leaning against it, guarding the door handle as you move towards it, going to shower so your girlfriend won't smell my scent on you when you leave.

I smirk at you as you try to reach past me to open it, and hold up the ties that were only moments ago around my wrists. I don't know where you're going baby, but it won't be home for supper.



Betrayal



This my third submission. The first two stories were written under the user name of Spiderman1



They say love is blind. I can testify that at least for me it was. What nobody ever said was that the betrayal by the only thing you cherish in the world will cause more pain than any whip and cut deeper than the sharpest blade. That's where my story begins.

Kat (Kathy) was my wife. We're not divorced yet, but she is no longer my wife. She knows the difference between right and wrong and she decided to do wrong again and again. I don't give a rat's ass why. 

Unfortunately, the marriage contract has been breached and is therefore null and void. She's thirty two, beautiful and naturally sensuous. Every year she grew more beautiful.

Secretly, I always felt that she was out of my league. It hurts to think that maybe I was out of hers. My love for Kat consumed my entire being. I used to be happy.

I'm an honorable man who tries to live by rules of no lying, cheating, or stealing. If you don't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you. Kat did all three. I thought she was all mine. I was wrong. I never cheated on her in five years of what I thought was a happy marriage. There can be no quarter given for treason. Disloyalty was grounds for execution.

Some part of me misses her even though I have every reason to trash her memory, after I trash her. Finding out who I was really married to has been traumatic. I've heard of guys that let their women disrespect, dishonor and betray their man with no consequences. I am not one of those men. 

My name is Mike Logan. I'm forty five and a retired marine corps major and currently a security advisor for a number of important people. Kat and I didn't talk much about what I did in the corps or my job. She's a systems analyst for a large corporation.

When people ask what I did in the Marines, I smile and say if I told you I'd have to kill you. They usually smiled and backed away never knowing that I meant every word. 

My only real flaw is that I'm sometimes contracted to kill people. It's a very lucrative profession and I'm very good at my job... been trained by the best. So far, every target has been a scumbag that the world is better off without. I think of myself as an exterminator. I check them out myself and reserve the right to refuse termination of a good man.

I know what you're thinking...How could a killer have ethics? Well, I am what I am. Kat has no idea... There is no way I could ever hurt her. Her boyfriend was another matter. After I figure out what I am going to do and deal with my sweet wife, I had time to decide his fate later. I was definitely going to cause him to have a very bad day. 

On second thought, maybe, it would be better to deal with him first. She won't go unpunished. Treachery and infidelity have a price. Retribution is a bitch. No, Justice is a better word, yes justice is a bitch.

Lately, my services have been in high demand. I have been traveling a lot. There's a lot of garbage in this world that needs to be disposed of. That's why she felt so free to say what she said when I heard the conversation that sealed her fate, our fate. My future with Kat had been stolen, given away by my woman. My woman...Ha! I guess we won't be taking the trip I had been planning.

When I arrived at home I discovered the true meaning of grief . I've seen my friends killed by bombs and bullets, but the pain Kat has caused me is in a class by itself. 

Something in me has disappeared, hope was now a major casualty. She knows how to reach the best part of me. She used to know that is. My slut wife has truly created a beast. My carefully disciplined emotions were running wild as I fluctuated between sorrow and anger.

The other shoe will now drop . My blade has two edges. It was a mistake to sharpen the other side.

I will never understand how she could do this to our marriage. Was it bullshit from the beginning? Could I be that blind? Could a woman really love a man and do what she did?

A dark force was taking over. I was powerless to control it. My anger left no room for mercy. After she caused me to discover my soul, she had crushed it.

Until three days ago, I had money, a beautiful loving wife and a great house. I still have and will keep the material stuff. None of it really mattered now.

My shock was quickly turning into a burning rage mixed with grief, and self pity. Tears fell from my eyes as I lost control and let my feelings surface. I just let it happen. I had to let my grief at the death of my marriage run its course. I let the grief and pain I had repressed for the friends that fell in battle mix with the tears that fell for Kat. Later, I felt better. Healing had begun.

Damn her! I didn't want to feel anything. She changed me in ways I cannot describe. Heaven was now hell. Because of her, I would never be the same. How many times has she looked me in the eye and lied? Too many!

A couple of days ago, I was considering my retirement and plans for traveling around the 

world with my faithful wife. I wanted to thank her for putting up with me for almost a year as I handled my business. I made a lot of money during that time. She didn't know about the account in the Cayman islands. I had been waiting for the right time to tell her that we were rich. That information was on a need to know basis and she never needed to know. Our life had been more than comfortable. All I wanted to do was to spend it on Kat. Making her happy used to be my life ambition. Now, I hated the woman I love. The only woman I ever loved. 

Sure, I've been in lust quite a few times, but the love I've always felt for Kat humanized me. My work had become difficult because of her. She made me think too much, feel too much. I felt the sun on my face for the first time in a long time. I wanted peace. I wanted Kat. It all felt like a dream now, a cold illusion. My marriage was a cold illusion. I wondered how may Rogers there had been. One was enough. It was better for her that I didn't know.

Ice has now replaced where there was once blood warmed by the heat of our passion. That damned conversation has been my blessing and my curse. At least I wouldn't waste more time living a dream. Her words to him were pounding and churning in my mind. 

I dreamed that I was in combat. Smoke, ashes and the dead were all around us. My men had taken a small village and began a house to house search. We were all battle weary from too much fighting and killing. I kicked in a door and saw a woman being raped. When I approached, she was smiling, enjoying her rapist. It was Kat.

I woke up in cold sweat, breathing hard, my heart exploding. I didn't where I was. It took a while to calm down and slip back into a fitful sleep.

I eventually came to understand that like every other wound I've ever had, it will heal in time. However, the scars of battle never go away. The conversation that I overheard had left a lifetime injury. Kat had managed to succeed where bullets had failed.

When I arrived home a few days ago, I opened the front door and headed for the kitchen. My wife had her back to me ,talking on the phone, as I approached. Her voice didn't sound right. I've only heard her sound that way when she was very horny. I stood next to the wall being careful to stay out of sight as I listened.

Then I heard her say, "Stop that Roger. You're getting me all hot down there."

Roger? Who the fuck is Roger and what the hell am I hearing? I could pretty well piece together what he was saying from her responses. My wife sat in a chair and started playing with her pussy while she flirted and taunted Roger.

"Yeah baby, I'm your bitch...I'm your slut, your slave...only you baby, only you..."

She started to moan as she approached orgasm. As her sounds grew louder so did my pain. Finally, she came with a whimper and a groan. I resisted the urge to throw up, My heart was being ripped away. I wanted to slap her ass out of the chair.

I controlled my growing distress. I needed to hear it all. A slap would have let her off much too easy. I wanted her hurt to go much deeper and last much longer. 

The only Roger that I knew of was her piece shit tennis instructor. I never liked him. I've seen him put the make on a number of married women. I read him as a gigolo predator. 

He didn't know that his luck was about to run out. The candy ass didn't know who he was messing with. I wondered how many marriages he had ruined.

"Don't say that Roger. It upsets me when you talk that way about Mike. He's a good man and believe it or not, I love him. It's just that he's too nice. He treats me like a queen and always treats me with respect. It's just that I need excitement. I need the raw sex that we have. With him I'm a lady-with you I'm a nasty whore. I have the best of both worlds. I don't know what he'll do if he ever finds out. I don't want to lose him. He deserves a better woman than me. You're my weakness. I'm not proud of that."

He said something and her response was," never in a million years would I leave Mike. Are you crazy? I love the way you fuck me and your big dick, that's all. Yes, I had him taste your cum the other night. I was so hot I thought I would burn up. I was afraid that he'd realize that something wasn't right. Please don't ask me to do that again. I really don't feel good about disrespecting him."

So the bitch is worried about disrespecting me. I should kill both of them. When I'm finished with him, his dick won't be much good to him. The bitch didn't know it, but her world was about to collapse. My heart was broken. I was close to making her aware of my 

presence. I controlled the impulse.

"No I don't have any more information for you. If Mike found out that I shared the information about that stock merger that he heard about from one of his clients he'd be really upset. He told me that it was inside information. He said he'd like make a pile of money from what he knew, but that would be dishonest. He told me to keep it to myself. When I told you, I betrayed his trust again. Pause- Yes lover , I can see you tomorrow. Mike should be out of town on business."

There was a pause. "Are you crazy, if he catches us in his bed we'll both be dead. I have no idea of what he's capable of. He's only shown me kindness. He's strong, more like a big cat than a bull. You would be no match for him. Mike is a nice guy but I know he has limits that I don't want to push. He's not a man to tolerate what we're doing. There was another pause. "Ok, but this is the last time. Never ask me to do that again. It seems I just can't say no to you. I should be locked in a nut house for even talking to you."

I thought, it's a little too late to change now, bitch.

I slipped back out the house as quietly as when I entered. I went to a motel where I stayed for two days grieving and collecting my thoughts. I resolved to deal with Roger and then my slut wife.

I paid a little visit to Roger after I checked out of the hotel. When I left, he was swinging from a rope in his apartment. It looked like an apparent suicide. There had to be about ten men who would want him dead besides myself. I had a little talk with him before he met his maker. I convinced him to write a note saying, I'm sorry.

On the third day I came home. My wife was sitting at the kitchen table looking confused and disheveled. 

" What's the matter, honey?" I asked knowing that she had heard about lover boys demise.

" Where have you been? I was worried about you. Why didn't you call me?"

"I'll explain in minute." I said watching her as a cat observes a mouse.

"A friend of mine died yesterday. It was a very sudden. I guess I'll be ok. I just need time to get over the shock."

"Who was it? Do I know this friend?"

"It was Roger, my tennis instructor. It was all so... so unexpected. He committed suicide." 

I thought he damned sure did commit suicide when he decided to cuckold me and fuck my wife in my bed.

"You mean the prick with the big dick that has been fucking my wife for the better part of a year? That Roger?"

Her face turned pale, her eyes lowered as she desperately thought of a way to escape the

situation. She looked up me sheepishly knowing she'd been caught.

"How did you find out? When? I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. It was sex, nothing else. You have to believe that I love you and only you." She was crying hysterically looking pitiful.

I remembered her giving me the pussy that he just finished fucking and she was going to do it again in my bed. That thought pushed any feelings of mercy or forgiveness out of my head.

"Now that your lover is dead what are you going to do? Find a new one?"

"Can't we work it out? I'll go to counseling, anything to make it up to you. Please! Please! Forgive me." She was hysterical as she realized her life had gone from everything to nothing. " I don't love anyone but you, she said weakly.

"You've got a funny way to express your love. By your own admission, you've betrayed me multiple times. I heard your conversation with dear Roger a few days ago."

"No! Please God no... It's not what you think. Let me explain, please...

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled.

"I heard everything. I saw you masturbate while having phone sex with Mr. dip shit. My wife is a cum catching whore and I know that the love of my life has caused me more agony than I thought possible. I know that you are a scheming, manipulating slut who deserves a prick like Roger. You are lucky to still be breathing." I spoke in a course whisper.

She looked up at me with tears streaming down her face.

"Did you have anything to do with Roger's death?" There was real fear in her voice. She was trying to make herself smaller.

When I gave her a cold lifeless smile, she knew the answer. She was looking at a man she didn't know. The look in my eyes terrified her. The man she knew was no more.

"Oh God, what have I done?" She sat weeping knowing that her fate was sealed. She feared her kind, loving husband for the first time. She feared for her life.                

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you. You've done that to yourself. I've canceled the joint credit cards. I have left you half of our savings account. My lawyer is drawing up the divorce papers. You can keep the house. When my lawyer delivers the papers to you, sign them. That would be your healthier option. Do you understand what I saying?" I said in a low menacing voice. "You'll never understand the depth of my love or pain. I would have given you the world. I gave you my world," I said with great sadness.

"Yes... yes I understand... Please Mike, give me another chance. I love you. I really do. I didn't love him. I didn't really like him. You have to understand. I..."

"Understand what?" That my wife can't be trusted? That she has pissed on our vows and 

dishonored me with that worthless piece of trash. Is that what I don't understand?"

Her pleading had no effect. I stood motionless looking at the woman I once loved with pity and disgust.

" Once the trust is broken all is broken." 

She was on her knees grabbing my legs and holding on, hoping she could keep the man that had truly loved her from slipping away.

"I understand more than you think. When I leave here, you will never see me again. For the rest of your life I want you to remember this day. My soul is dead. You killed it. Live with that and think about what might have been."

I pulled away from her grasp and walked away leaving her a defeated lump of flesh on the floor. I never looked back.

"Mike... please... don't leave me." I could hear her pleas fade away as I disappeared into the darkness.



Betrayal and Obsession



**All characters in this story are over the age of 18. Michael and Jason are 23 and Adrienne is 21.**

Jason watched the vixen swaying sensually to the music in the middle of his best friend's living room. She looked like she belonged in some sultan's harem, wearing one of those diaphanous outfits fixed with bells that tinkled as she curled her hips. Not some sultan's harem, his harem. Her golden brown skin glowed in the light. He finished off his brandy and stepped behind her, placing his hands on her hips. She moved with him for a little while, caught up in the music. He moved his left palm past her hips to cup her bottom causing her to glance back at him. She disengaged her self with a purse of her soft plump lips. "When did you get here Jason?" she asked with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. 

"Oh not too long ago. As usual you were too lost in the music to notice much." He chuckled at her small frown, knowing that lately she always made sure to keep a wary eye on him.

"Mhhmm, well have a nice night Jason." She had resumed that fake smile as she hurried over to her boyfriend also his best friend, Michael, before he could reply. He watched her sit on Michael's lap, her arms twining around his neck. Michael had been watching the two of them dance and he shot Jason a smug look. Barely suppressing a growl he turned towards the cute blonde so obviously trying to get his attention with her come hither stare. She would have to do for tonight...

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"Do you like Jason?" Adrienne stopped twining her finger around his dirty blond locks and looked into his green eyes. He didn't seem jealous; if anything he seemed confident of her answer. 

"Not in the least and I don't really understand why you like him."

"Really? You'd be one of the first girls not to find him attractive." He would know. He and Jason had been best friends and rivals since boyhood. They competed over everything, especially girls. Jason usually won when it came to girls but it didn't really bother him. It wasn't like he had any trouble picking up chicks and they never fought over girls that mattered. Not that any of the girls in his life had mattered before Adrienne.

"Well I don't find jerks attractive" Adrienne pronounced with a sniff. "Well except maybe the jerk whose lap I'm sitting on."

"Oh is that right?" he said as he leaned in for a kiss, which she returned passionately. He had to admit he loved that she never looked twice at Jason. He was happy it seemed to bother Jason. His ego could stand to be brought down a couple of pegs. 

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Adrienne fixed herself another drink while she tried to will the last party guest to leave with her mind. She had danced a lot tonight and as usual it made her horny. She wished Mike would pull her into the bedroom, guest or no guest. She sighed as she glanced about the room. Only four people were left, Jason among them. He glanced up just as her eyes brushed over him and grinned. It was as if he read her mind and lingered at the party just to annoy her. 

She stalked off to the bedroom she shared with Michael. She was on the verge of slamming the door but she didn't want to upset Mike. She did close it though, just in case. Ugh, Jason gave her the creeps. It wasn't always like that. When she first met him, she found him charming, a bit arrogant but then most young handsome men were. And any straight woman with a pulse would find him attractive. He had tall lean muscular body that proved he was a swimmer. His raven black hair and ice blue eyes had earned him the nickname black Irish. At first she found his flirting harmless. He was the type who flirted with any and all women, even grandmothers. But after a few months of dating Mike his attention began to make her feel uncomfortable. Then a couple of months ago he truly crossed the line. He cornered her in a dark hallway, during a friend's party, and tried to kiss her. She pushed him way and told him she loved Mike. His response was a lazy shrug, to which she turned to walk a way. He grabbed her arm then. His intensity frightened her. His grip on her arm and the almost angry look in his eyes made her think he wasn't going to let her leave. The next instant he wore his usual amused look on his face and let her go.

She debated telling Mike about the incident over and over again. But she didn't want to come between him and his best friend. It wasn't like he raped her and he hadn't repeated anything like that since. Oh he continued to blatantly flirt with her but he never again touched her inappropriately. Plus she did a pretty good job of avoiding him in most situations. She didn't understand Jason and Mike's friendship. They constantly tried to out do each other in everything. To outside observers it sometimes seemed they were closer to enemies than friends but they had a deep bond. Mike was a sweetheart but he could be a bit possessive and jealous of her, except when it came to Jason. I guess he trusted Jason. In fact his questions earlier tonight had been the closest he had ever come to being jealous of Jason's open flirting with her.

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Jason watched Adrienne's cute little ass as she pouted and stomped off to the bedroom, wishing he could follow her. He wanted her, maybe more than he's ever wanted any girl. She was gorgeous. Her 5'9" frame could have easily graced the pages of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. She was slender but she still had alluring curves. Her long cinnamon brown legs came together in a small round little ass. The few times he "accidentally" brushed against it, it was the perfect mix of plump and firm. Her breasts were on the small side, probably a full B, but they had a great shape and they were perky. Her hair fell to her shoulders in soft black waves that he wanted to run his fingers through whenever he was close to her. This was the first time he didn't get what he wanted easily but Adrienne's seemingly cold shoulder didn't bother him. He was confident in his looks; he just had to break her will. Well he wouldn't have to wait too much longer. He already set his plan into motion. He would have her.

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Mike scooted his chair back and looked at the cards on the table disbelieving. He'd screwed up hugely. 50 thousand dollars?! Had he really just lost 50 K to these men, who the more he looked at them the more they reminded him of the mob? He looked over at Jason. He had lost too but no where near the same amount. Jason shrugged his shoulders ruefully. Standing up in his seat he motioned Mike over to the side. "That was a lot of money to lose man".

"Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking. I've been winning so often lately I guess I became over confident. I can't believe this." Mike said shaking his head as he glanced back at the table. One of those mob like guys was staring at him, hard. 

"Will you ask your father?" He knew he wouldn't but he asked anyway.

"You know that prick won't give me a penny more than my allotted monthly allowance. No I'll have to figure out something else. I have a few things I can sell off. It will take me a few weeks maybe a month but I think I can get together the money".

"Uh Mike take another look at the people we were playing with. You recognize that tall guy in blue with the scar?" Shit. He recognized him now, from the news. These men didn't look like mobsters they were. "These aren't the type of men you give IOUs. Look I'm friends with the tall guy's nephew. I can probably talk them into giving you 2 days maybe 3 to get the money together."

"Shit! There's no way I could get the money together that fast," Mike said as he imagined his legs being broken and worse.

"I could help you out, bro." Jason said it with a smile.

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Jason surveyed the scene contentedly. Mike had stumbled into his trap so easily. What possessed him to agree to gamble with the likes of this scum? Well he knew the answer to that. He was the one who suggested these high rollers. But one look at the group and any fool could see that they weren't the type you wanted to lose... or win to. 50 grand, he knew Mike had no chance of covering that on his own. Mike's father was just as rich as his own but he was a complete tight ass. He had some strict notions on responsibility. Until his trust fund matured at the age of 25 he had to rely on his father's monthly allowance. In all honesty it was a pretty generous allowance by any normal college student's standards. But it wasn't enough that he would have 50 grand on hand and Mike certainly wasn't a saver. Why should he be when he had a trust fund worth millions that matured in a couple of years? Jason on the other hand had access to his trust fund and even if he didn't, being an only child his parents had never denied him anything. They would have forked over the money without even a question.

"I could help you out, bro." He hoped hadn't grinned while he said it.

"You'd loan me that much money?" Mike asked beginning to feel relieved.

"I'd give it to you, no loan required. What's 50 grand between brothers?" They sometimes referred to each other as brothers. "Of course I'm going to expect a pretty big favor in return" he chuckled. Mike was too relieved to become apprehensive by the sly look on Jason's face.

"Dude, ask and it yours. You're a real friend for helping me out this way. You want my car don't you?" He sighed Jason had always admired his car. He'd put a lot of work into it but he'd turn it over if he had to.

"I don't want your car. I want your girl, for one full week."

"Funny. Look man if it's the yacht you want I'll loan it to you although, I'm pretty sure I'll have to worry about my father breaking my legs this time. You'd have to wait until his trip to Europe." 

"I don't want the yacht. I want Adrienne, for a week and I'm serious." He waited for Michael to react, confident that he had no other choice but accept his offer. 

"Are you insane? This is my girlfriend we're talking about not some hooker. Absolutely not!" He sighed. He wasn't in any position to bargain and both he and Jason knew it but there had to be something else Jason wanted. He was fooling himself. Jason had everything money could buy and now he wanted to buy his girlfriend.

"Come on Mike, there has to be another way we can work this out." He sounded desperate. 

"Sorry dude those are the terms, take it or leave it. You'll have to make your decision now because those thugs look like they're getting restless and they aren't going to let you leave here without some insurance that they will get their money. As soon as you give me your word I can walk over there and hand them a check." Mike sighed again running his hands through his hair in frustration and Jason knew he caved. Looking at the expression on his face he almost felt guilty for what he was making Mike do. Mike had always been like him when it came to girls. Pretty girls were a dime a dozen. In fact, they had shared girls in the past. But Mike did seem to treat Adrienne differently, a lot different. Well he would he'd get over her and be on to the next chick in no time.

"You do realize that Adrienne is never going to go for this? I know you're God's gift to woman but I don't think she even likes you." It was true. Adrienne appeared to be the one girl immune to the infamous Jason charm.

"We'll handle that," Jason said as a decidedly lecherous grin spread across his face. Mike knew he was going to regret this, hell he already regretted it but what other choice did he have? His spring break was turning into a disaster. How was he going to break this to Adrienne?