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Between Tim and Tracy

By: 49greg



Cast:

June: 43 Years old she is 5 feet 8 inches tall with large C cup breasts and long thick nipples. She worries about, but her husband loves, her lush figure with curving hips and round bottom. She loves to read 'lady-porn' romances and daydreams about wild exciting sex, but knows her husband is conservative and staid.

Tim: 45 years old and 5 feet 10 inches tall he has a slight spare tire. He walks and jogs regularly, and tries to eat well. Has always liked an orderly way of life. But also has a wild imagination. He loves his wife and assumes that as a 'nice' girl she would be shocked and disgusted by the fantasies he has had over the years.

Tim works a regular 5 day week and is rarely needed on on weekends. June works 4 half days as a book keeper, split between two small businesses, a smart ladies boutique and a small store that sold dance and exercise clothes and uniform wear in the front, and fetish costumes in the rear. She is secretly titillated to work there, and dreams about wearing some of the costumes. 

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June was crouched on her spread knees, holding onto the headboard in front of her. Tim was on his back, head between her knees as she lowered her pussy to his face. He had a lot of practice doing this, he loved her taste, her smell, although she didn't really understand how he enjoyed her scent even after a day at work.

"Mmmffff, mmmm, yes, there honey, oh honey, oh Tim, yes yes yes."

She pushed down, down onto her husband. Tim couldn't breathe, couldn't really see as she squeezed her thighs together around his head. One hand was reaching up and caressing her bottom, he loved the curves of her butt, clothed or not, it was lovely. He had dark fantasies about her bottom, but knew to keep them to himself.

His other hand reached to her breast, her tit, hanging down beyond his head, he loved her nipples, he loved they way they had gotten longer and thicker when she nursed the twins all those years before. He loved the way they swung when she was bent over. Loved it. Wanted to take videos and pictures of her, of them, of all of her, but knew better than to ever again ask to do that.

June loved the way he licked her, loved what he did to her nipples. They had a very limited number of things they did in bed, but they did them well, after all they had more than twenty years to practice. She loved to crouch over him, she had been appalled when he first wanted to do that, it had taken several years for him to convince her to do it. But she loved it now. And she came, came, came, pushing and thrusting and rolling her hips, mashing against his face.

They had both been brought up in conservative families without really knowing much about sex. Tim had a little more experience than she did, and had read more about sex. Together they had learned to please each other. They had only two main positions for sex, missionary and when she rode him. Occasionally they did doggy style. For so long she thought that it was wrong that way, but now she got a secret thrill whenever they did it.

Lately she had been getting a lot of secret thrills. No, stop thinking about that she told herself. Let up, let him breathe, god he would let me suffocate him if I wasn't careful.

She lifted off of him and lay down beside him, her turned to her, kissed her. She loved it. At first she didn't like to smell her own scent, but then she got used to it. Now she loved the idea that he would go down on her, it was so naughty, so decadent.  

Tim kissed her, slowly nibbled at her lips, slipped his tongue into her, just a bit, slowly sliding it back and forth between her lips, before finding her tongue and gently sliding against it, the two of them taking turns being the aggressor with their tongues.

Tim pulled her over him, spreading her legs to straddle him. He could tell she was lazy after her cum, the one problem with going down on her first.

"I love you June, love you love you love you."

"Oh Tim, you're just saying that." She laughed as he held his rigid cock and pushed it up and down her slit.

"I know you're tired honey, but I'm lazy, and I know you wouldn't want to let me cum in you first, before I went down."

He pushed into her. June was a little shocked, and it showed on her face. She knew he was just kidding, no way would she allow him to go down on her after he had cum in her. Ewwwwww she automatically said to herself. Then a thrill ran up her back, a chill, almost another cum, she felt her hips thrust forward out of control at that thought.

What was she thinking! So many things lately, poor Tim, always a routine with a set number of variables. Like a train on a track, a limited number of switches to adjoining tracks. Very limited, why was she thinking about those other tracks, all the way over there, never before, now, now was different, poor Tim. Oh Tim I love him so, how can I ... stop, don't think about that now. Think of Tim.

I love her so much, so much, I should have done more to encourage her, us, to do different things when we were first married, it was all so new to both of us. She said she had never cum with a man, with anyone before, had to concentrate on her.

If only, if only. She only likes a few things. It's really a miracle that we doing more than just missionary. I wish I could get her to cum on my cock. I love going down, she tastes so good, so sexy, but it would be nice if she'd cum on my cock.

If only. I do love her, she is so wonderful. Her pussy is so snug, even after the twins, thank god the doctor told her to do those exercises. I think she must still practice. 

She felt him pick up the pace, she loved him but worried about ... No. Don't think about that, not yet, maybe later when he's asleep. I can't stop thinking about ....

She put her hand on her clit as he drove in and out of her as she rode him, their bodies working in a well practiced rhythm. He was massaging her breasts and pulling on her nipples, they were both panting. She loved the feeling of him inside her, even if she had never cum from just his cock, but rubbing her clit brought her so close, so close so close.

He shot into her, it was good, but. Yes but. What's the matter with me. When we first got married it was soooooo very good. It still is. But if only we could experiment.

June loved it, loved the feeling, nearly cumming, nearly, nearly, she rubbed herself against his pubic bone, her mons mashing against him as she pushed and pushed, his cock slowly slowly deflating. He pulled hard at her nipples, but no use. She lay down on him, they kissed deeply and romantically as his hands roamed her back, cupping her bottom.

Then she got up. She jumped up and practically ran to the bathroom, her hand over her pussy. The door slammed and he heard water running. He kept the picture of her bottom jiggling and her tits swaying as she ran to the bathroom, she was so sexy. 

I wonder if I could talk her into going bra-less around the house? I love that she started shaving her pussy, and all on her own. God she put up a fuss when I asked her about it, when, ten years ago, fifteen, more? I wonder why she suddenly did it, she never mentioned it either, just showed up like that.

She came out, still naked, smiling, her face full of joy and love. A washrag in her hand, she knelt beside him, her hand on his tummy, then carefully wiped the washcloth over his cheeks. She beamed at him. Then slowly and sensually cleaned his cock.

"You don't have to do that honey, you know I love you, I love your scent."

She pouted a little bit, mostly in play.

"Now darling, don't be silly. I can't have you smelling like that, even if tomorrow is Saturday, what if someone came over. What if there was a tornado tonight and we had to run to the basement and the house got blown away. What would the neighbors think when we climbed out of the wreckage?"

"They'd think that we had been having some fun." He grinned up at her.

"Hush, don't you say it." She laughed and went into the bathroom and rinsed out the washcloth. She put on a short plain cotton night-gown, then came back to bed and snuggled up, he spooned in behind her after he put his boxers back on.

As much as June didn't like to feel the cum oozing out of her, she had hated the feeling of Tim wearing a condom, so after the twins were born she had her tubes tied and he had a vasectomy. Both of them had separately hoped at the time that these would lead to a more uninhibited sex life, but the trials of raising twin infants had actually put a stop to any sex for some time.

Lately Tim had noticed a change in June, she had been a little more lively at home, but at the same time she seemed to be spending more time away from home, several nights she had been out when he got home from work, and she regularly went on on a 'girls night' with the ladies from the boutique. 

He had also noticed that she was wearing more new clothing, it had a slightly more modern look, slightly shorter skirts, slightly lower or more open in the front. He had even been able to look down her blouse a few times in the last month. She hadn't noticed and acted like nothing was different. Not even returning or acknowledging some of the flirty comments he made. 

Something was different, slightly different. Subtly different, and it worried him that she acted like nothing was. If that made sense. He knew that the stories he read about wives stepping out on their husbands were fiction and he couldn't rely on them to use as a standard for normal behavior. Still, he was a little worried. 

Tim ran his hand up and down her side, over her hips and down her thighs as far as he could reach, running back, then down to cup her beautiful tummy, and up to cup her breast. June secretly loved it that he caressed her. She wanted to go back to fingering her pussy and clit, but thought it was too brazen for Tim, so soon after. 

She was lazy and feeling good, slowly coming down from her sexual high, still slightly turned on, half formed sexual fantasies playing through the theater of her mind. If only Tim were more open, she would love to share them with him, maybe he would be excited if she told him about ... no, not that. He would leave me. Maybe I deserve it. No, stop thinking about that ....

"How are you feeling honey?" Tim asked.

"Nice, warm, cozy, snuggly, very nice."

Tim was quiet for a while, he wanted to talk about their lack of exploration and about her, some things had been troubling him, but he was afraid to do anything to frighten or make her think less of him.

"Nothing bothering you?" He asked very quietly.

"What do you mean?" 

She was on her way to falling asleep. Something she had been associating with their sex lately, not in a bad way, just not like the fantasies she had always read about. Not like ... her mind stopped thinking about that particular, separate and private thing. It seemed disloyal to think about it in bed with her husband.

"You seemed a bit distracted, not just now necessarily, but in general, like you have something on your mind."

"Not necessarily like just now, but maybe a little?" She probed, what was he thinking about?

"It's not like I have ever been able to light a roaring blaze in our lovemaking." There, he said it, got it off his chest, and hopefully said it so that she didn't think he was criticizing her.

What was he thinking about, she wondered. We've always done it this way, I'm the one that has the wild fantasies, did he somehow find out? Did I leave one of my secret sites open on my laptop? Did he snoop, or just see it somehow? Need to play it safe and feel him out. Darn, I wanted to be rested tomorrow.

"I've never complained honey, what makes you think I'm not happy? You always make sure to take care of me first."

"No, nothing like that, but I know we always do the same thing. Not like you fantasize about when you're younger, no fireworks or bombs going off."

Oh my gosh, surely he doesn't think we're boring too? Does he have any secret fantasies? How do I say this. Oh no, not now, not now that I've.... Not now. Why not last year.

"What are you thinking of honey?" That's it, let him spell it out.

"I don't know, just more, more pizzazz. More fun. We never laugh when we're making love, or yell, or anything like that."

"Do you want me to start telling jokes?" She knew she was being flippant, but was getting nervous about where this was going.

There was a pause, she worried that her comment had pissed him off, or made him clam up, she wanted to keep talking about this, and she didn't. He was trying to decide if he should keep up the questioning. He finally answered.

"No, you know better than that. It's just that maybe when we were first married we should have experimented more, been more daring, tried different things. Been spontaneous."

She was worried that he was going on a mid life crisis now, she had done some exploring on her own and now she was a nervous wreck with what he was saying.

"And now after all these years you want to start sucking my toes? Is that it?"

"Toes, no. Unless you think it would be sexy. Then I would. Is that what you would like?"

Toes? Oh no, where did that come from? Why did I say that, she thought.

"No, I just threw that out, something different. No I don't want you to suck them. It was just something I threw out that sounded like a kinky person might do"

"OK, but maybe we could try something new?"

"Like what? I'm not sure what you are talking about."

Now I'm stuck he thought, what do I want?

"I don't know, maybe not in the bedroom sometime, just on the spur of the moment when one of us is in the mood. Or with the lights on. Or ...."

There was silence for a while. She was thinking, he was thinking. She actually felt as if she could be getting a little moist again. Was his thing starting to push against her bottom through his boxers?

"Talking dirty? Do you want to talk nasty, or me to do it, or both? Would you like that?"

Wow he was thinking, a little shell shocked, he didn't know where this conversation was going to go when he started it, but he sure as heck didn't think she would mention talking dirty.

"Yeah, yeah, you could, that would be hot. Maybe we could tell stories to each other, or read them out loud."

"Stories? Like the slam bang porn you like?"

"I don't know if I like what you think I do, but you could pick it, whatever you like."

She was in shock, he was frustrated too. Why didn't she see that. She thought he was just a nice guy who liked the boring predictable. Or wants a whore. Tracy said he probably wanted some tarted up tramp. Maybe he wants me to be .... sexier?

Tracy, oh no. How, does he know, suspect?

"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden, you said I was acting funny, how funny?"

"I didn't say funny, just distracted, but that's not right. More like you were thinking of something else, but you've been more perky too, dressing a little differently, but like it was for work, or for something else ... or...."

He said it out-loud, then he got what he was saying, like she was doing it not for something else, but someone else. He whispered in the silence.

"Someone else."

She froze, she could see how it came to him just now, like his subconscious got it and shoved it out in front of him.

"S. S. s s someone else?"

He was blasted away by what he was thinking, his wife was bored with him and she was seeing someone else, the kids were out of the house, was she getting ready to leave? Who. 

He was shaking, the half stiffy he was working on retreated like a tortoise pulling in its head. He felt nauseous, almost like he might hurl right there. His vision was tunneling in, he could only see straight ahead, he was clammy.

She reached back to touch him, reassure him, her hand hit just above the waist-band of his boxers on his bare skin, she was shocked at the damp clammy cold feel. She spun around to face him. In the darkness she could see his face was ghost white.

She clicked on her bedside lamp, his eyes looked weird, the pupils tiny and he started to shiver. He turned away and sat up, a mistake as his tunnel vision narrowed down to nearly nothing and he started to retch.

June had rushed around and grabbed the waste basket just in time as he bent and dry heaved, just a dribble splattered into the plastic store shopping bag lining the container.

She took the glass of water beside the bed and held it to his lips.

"Here, take a sip honey, what's the matter, did you have a snack before supper."

She knew it wasn't what he had eaten, but what she had feared, he connected the dots. Damn damn damn. Why now. She felt like crawling under the bed and disappearing. 

He started coming out of the shock, his pupils opened up, he felt better. He lurched to his feet and went to the bathroom dropping his sweat soaked boxers on the way. She watched him go and out of nowhere she admired his butt. Yes a little spare tire, but very little, love handles really, and still a nice butt.

He left the door open and got into the shower as soon as he had adjusted it to a nice hot steamy temperature.

She couldn't help but think about what Tracy had said she should do with that nice butt, why had she told Tracy how cute it was. Oh no, did Tracy want to ... to him?

When he came out of the shower he found a fresh clean towel and his terry robe waiting for him draped over the vanity. He dried off and leaving the robe walked back into the room naked.

He watched as she finished making up the bed with fresh sheets. She looked up at him. Still in frightened turtle mode she thought to herself.

"It was all damp on your side, and we had the wet spot from earlier, I thought it best to just change it all."

He nodded but didn't say anything. He had to consciously stop himself from saying 'thank you'. He stepped to his dresser and found and put on fresh boxers and T-shirt. He stood a little uncertainly. Not sure what to do, she looked at him as she fluffed the pillows and placed them in new cases.

"Do you want me to go to the spare bedroom?" He looked at the ground as he said it.

She climbed straight over the bed toward him, worry etched on her face. She wrapped her arms around him, the side of her face against his chest.

"No no no. I love you and I want you here. Always."

"But, but."

"Shhhh shhh don't say anything. I love you. Give me a minute to think."

"To think up what to say." He said bitterly. 

She realized that while she had her arms around him, his had stayed at his side. She took his arm and kissing his wrist tugged him toward the bed.

"Come, come here, just lay down, lay down and let me explain. Please."

He let her draw him to the bed. She pulled the clean crisp sheets back and helped him in. She had his pillow right there, and the one that he liked to keep under or between his knees depending how he lay was there also.

He turned on his side, away from her, he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, but he didn't know what to do. He was afraid to start a conversation, afraid of what he might hear.

She was hurt when he turned away from him, but she saw it for what it was, he was trying to protect himself from her, from what she might say. She got under the sheets and snuggled up behind him.

"Honey, I love you. Please please remember that. I never want to leave you."

The words tumbled out of her, she didn't seem able to stop them. Tim listened, or part of him did, part of his brain focused on how he reacted to the idea of June cheating. How could he have been such a wuss as to nearly faint?

The story that June was telling fell into the background as he berated himself for being weak, he should have been more manly, yelled, slapped her, kicked her out into the street in her nightgown.

Meanwhile June continued to open herself up to him, telling him all. How she was invited to go out with a few other 'girls' from work, just a drink or two on the way home. It started innocently enough.


Between Tim and Tracy Ch. 02



Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story should not be read by minors, it includes graphic sex and perversions with scenes about a WIFE WHO CHEATS on her husband as well as associated topics. If you are offended or incensed by this subject please DO NOT READ it. If you do read it, you have been warned. 

As usual I do welcome well reasoned comments and critique as well as feedback, and urge you to submit them.

Cast:

June: 43 Years old she is married to Tim. Recently she admitted to her husband that she has been cheating with a dominant woman. She has only recently become aware that Tim has also fantasized about the exciting and exotic sex that she has always fantasized about. She loves her husband but can't break the almost hypnotic bond that Tracy has over her.

Tim: 45 years old. Outwardly he seems dull with a liking for an orderly and regulated life. He is horrified that she stepped out on him, but assumes that it is a fling she has to get out of her system. He still loves her and is struggling with the decision to divorce her or try to win her back. He has only recently become aware that June has been fantasizing about the same exciting and exotic sex that he has always has.

Tracy: A few years older than either Tim or June, she is slightly taller than Tim and more slender than June. She is bisexual and she enjoys dominating others in sexual situations. No one knows where she came from.

You should read the first chapter in order to fully understand this chapter.

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A week later Tim stood in front of the sink shaving. As usual during this morning ritual he was letting his mind wander, and he was thinking about the situation with June and Tracy. He couldn't think about June anymore without the though of Tracy intruding.

He hadn't seen Tracy yet. Actually he and June hadn't said anything about Tracy, or about the conversation of that night a week ago. They had gone through the weekend without talking about it. Then the work week. they hadn't made love either.

As he rinsed his face he thought about what June said she wanted, what Tracy wanted. He hadn't heard any question about what he wanted though. He needed to think about what he wanted. What did he want? Did he want to keep going as before, with a quiet boring life, knowing that both he and his wife were feeling unfulfilled? 

He was quiet all though breakfast. Normally she didn't get up when he did and he got his own, since THAT night she had gotten up with him and by the time he was dressed and heading to the kitchen for his usual cereal she had something cooked and waiting for him. Today it was scrambled eggs with bacon.

He picked up the last piece of bacon, cooked the way he liked, crisp. He chewed and swallowed it, his eyes looking off into the distance, as if he had X-ray vision and could see through the wall.

"You working late tonight?" He asked quietly.

She looked up in surprise. He hasn't said much to her the last few days, although god knows, she thought, he has stared at me a lot.

"No, no, I don't think so."

"I'd like to take you out to dinner, maybe dancing. I can make some reservations."

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"Yes." He looked straight at her. Straight into her eyes, the eyes that he used to think were so guileless.

"Yes, I'm asking you out on a date. I would like to dine with you. If we feel like it, go dancing after, or a movie. Whatever you like."

"Oh Tim, I'd love it, just let me know when to be ready."

"I'll text you, I'll probably have time to get home and shower before we go. Pick out something nice to wear, something sexy, something that'll make all the other men, or women, jealous of me."

June smiled, even blushed a little bit.

"I would love to."

"Something sexy under as well, or nothing. OK?'

June was breathing hard, almost panting, she could feel her panties getting a little damp. She looked down. Tim had never been so ... so decisive when he talked about dinner plans before. She liked it. She never used to be able to get this excited so quickly, and just with a few words.

"Yes, I can do that."

He got up, walked around behind her, put his hand on her shoulder and bending down he kissed the top of her head.

"You can pick where we go dancing." He whispered to her. Then continued almost too quietly for her to hear.

"If I get too clumsy, and someone else asks for a dance," he paused, she heard him swallow, almost a gulp. "Well, we'll see how things work out."

He turned and started toward the door leading to the garage. She jumped up and pressed herself against his back, one hand around him at his waist, the other curled under his arm and up to hold his shoulder, pulling him back into her.

No words were spoken as the pressed against each other. Then he patted her hand and she let him go, he walked out, before he closed the door behind himself, she saw his hand go to his eye, as if wiping tears away.

By Two PM he wasn't any closer to getting any work done. Tim couldn't concentrate on work, and just floated through, with his thoughts going all over the place. Mostly thinking about what he had done with his lunch hours, extended lunch hours, during the last week.

He glanced down at his desk blotter, On Monday he had made a list in one corner. He looked at the list from first item to last.

Lawyer: It had a check-mark next to it, and an arrow leading across the blotter to the name, address and number of a lawyer that Stan, who had just gotten a divorce, recommended. The lawyer had represented Stan's wife. There was a check-mark against the lawyer's name, along with a date and time, last Tuesday's date.

Private Detective: Checked off with another arrow leading to another name and phone number. Those checked off too. Date and Time for last Wednesday.

Bank Account. Check. He had the new book of temporary checks on his desk, along with his copy of the form from the HR department changing the account that his pay was deposited to.

Investments/Retirement: He had copies of the forms from HR that he had filled out, changing the name of the survivor benefit. Also the printout conformation of the splitting of the few investments into two separate accounts.

Storage unit slash apartment: Circled with a question mark, then the words 'maybe later'.

The last item was just the words 'Do I love her' circled several times, a question mark. Another arrow to another part of the blotter, another set of words, 'How much?' Then more words, 'can I stand by while someone seduces her away?'

As he decided that he loved her as much as ever and wanted to fight for her any way he could, but wanted to be ready to leave with all the advantages he could if it came to divorce. He didn't want the hurt to be financial. If she was going to chose someone else over him, he wanted her to be the one to lose financially. 

At least that was his initial idea, but the talk with the lawyer was finally sinking in. Regardless of what people said, of what the popular conception was, it didn't matter much why he was divorcing her. If she fought it, he was screwed. It seemed that the court would split things up pretty much down the middle regardless of the reason. 

The lawyer told him that as the partner in the marriage who made most of the money, he was going to have to pay her, at least for a while, some sort of maintenance. Especially since they had been married for so long. It seems that since she left her possible career to be a 'homemaker' and raise the children, he was going to have to be responsible for the earnings that she could have made if she hadn't married him.

He had to admit it was probably fair, but didn't exactly go along with what he, and most of his friends, had assumed would be the case. The lawyer had told him right up front, but Tim went ahead with the private detective anyway, and only now the advice from his attorney was sinking in.

Oh well at least he would be able to find out about this Tracy person and find out what his wife had been doing. That might help in any one-on-one argument with June anyway. Even if it didn't really help his case.

At least both the kids were grown and gone, or mostly gone. One was still in college, but there was no question that he would be more than willing to help both of them financially for as long as they needed it. 

He realized that he was fence-sitting, but wanted to give the marriage every chance he could. Some part of him wondered about Tracy, what if, what if his wife and Tracy where both in bed, with him. What would that be like? Was this Tracy a confirmed Lesbian, or was she bi? Would she do a threesome? Would he want that?

Did he really want that? Sure it was a great fantasy, but what about the mechanics of it. He knew with two women they would outlast him and more than likely he would be done early and would spend the rest of the time watching. Could he watch his wife with someone else? He tried to get his mind back to work.

But it took a while to think about work, he started thinking about the dream he had a few nights ago, it was extremely erotic. As in many dreams he didn't remember the beginning, it seemed to start with Tim sitting at a small round table in a somewhat dingy and dark club. A low stage ran across the room in front of him, other small tables, lit only by the candles on them, were all around him. Nameless people sat at all of them.

Sitting next to him at the table was a very erect and proper looking lady, she seemed familiar but he couldn't really see her face for some dream-like reason. She wore her hair up in an elegant chignon, her white and frilly blouse was buttoned to the neck, and went down to her wrists.

The curtains behind the stage parted and out stumbled June as if she had been pushed out onto the stage. She appeared confused, perhaps frightened. She was dressed in nearly transparent harem pants, gathered at her ankles and waist. He could make out the shadow of a neatly trimmed but full bush under the pants.

Her top was just as gauzy and was merely a band that gathered above and below her quivering breasts and barely captured her shoulders. Her nipples were erect and the darkness of aureola were apparent. 

Glancing at his table partner he saw that blouse had been partly unbuttoned and he cold see the insides of breasts, she too seemed excited and seemed to be breathing deeply. He also noticed a slit in her skirt that ran nearly to her hip. 

The curtains at the back of the stage parted again and another woman strode out onto the stage. She was tall and statuesque, with high heeled boots that came up to her thighs. She wore a tiny leather thong, a waist nipper and a bra that barely contained small pert breasts. All in black.

Garters ran from the waist nipper under the strings of the thong, to connect to black stockings that peeked out of the tops of the boots. She carried a long bullwhip and it snaked across the stage, June shrank from it. The mistress swung the whip and it cracked in the air. The entire club was silent.

The mistress then grabbed June by her hair, bent her over and dragged her back and forth across the stage. Pulling June's face up to hers, the mistress whispered to June and the pushed her back. June stood upright facing the audience trembling. She looked pleadingly at the mistress who nodded.

June pulled her top off and stood in front of the crowd without even the filmy covering over her breasts. The whip curled around her in slow motion as if it was a living snake, it seemed to caress her waist and hips before sliding to the floor and returning to the mistress.

June began to caress her breasts and pinch her nipples as her hips swayed to a tune only she could hear. Her nipples were erect in no time and it was obvious she was aroused. The mistress approached her.

Tim felt a feathery touch over his now semi erect cock, his table partner was turned toward him, so close that one arm was around Tim's back, the other playing with his cock through his trousers. Her blouse was unbuttoned to her waist and one nipple looked out. The other poked through the fabric. He could see that the slit of her dress had been fulled opened and pulled over exposing one leg completely and the inside of the other, all the way to her startling red panties.

The mistress bent June over and her tits hung down swaying to and fro. June's harem pants where pulled down to her knees and she was now turned quarter on to Tim. The mistress's gloved hand caressed June's bottom, then slid down to her engorged labia. Tim could see them glisten with excitement, he could smell her arousal. Or was it his table partner?

His cock was thrusting out now as the mystery table partner was slowly slowly working her hand up and down. Tim didn't know what happened to his trousers or his underwear, he was sitting at the table with a T-shirt on and nothing below, he felt the plastic upholstery of the seat beneath his buttocks.

The mistress's whip handle was nudging between June's labia, slowly making its way up and down. He saw June jerk as it hit her clit. June's boobs swayed in time with the motion of the whip handle as it found its way into her pussy, slowly pressing in and out, deeper and deeper each time. June swayed as she stood bent over, one hand braced on a knee, the other pulling on a nipple.

Tim ran his hand up the leg of his table partner, all the way up to her buttock, she was standing now as well, no chair in evidence, and no red panties either. As she bent to engulf his cock into her mouth he saw a tiny pink birth-mark on the back of her neck, just sliding out from under her hair. He felt nothing but warm moist pleasure on his cock as her mouth slid up and down on it.

He could hear himself grunting in time with June as the whip handle thrust in and out in out in out, the entire length of the handle impossibly disappearing into his wife with each thrust, she screamed with lust as she came, and he spurted into the mystery woman's mouth, spurting and spurting and spurting.

Tim came back to the real world of his office, his cock hard and pressing against his trousers. He had thought about that dream often in the days since it had happened. It had seemed so real, yet other-worldly. He thought about when he woke up from the dream, how as he woke he was spurting his orgasm in real life.

When he woke up his boxers where crumpled up around his spurting cock, one arm was outstretched and caught under his wife. He seemed to have some hazy recollection of it moving, her moving, just as he came, and came awake. It was his left arm, and it was under his wife who was lying on her side facing away from him.

His other hand was bent behind his head and gripping the headboard. Had June been jacking him off, going down on him. He knew in the past, the few times she had done it, that in bed he would put his left arm around her waist, while he put his right arm up to the headboard to grip it hard. 

June said she hated to have him holding her head when she did it, so he would grab the headboard to keep himself from shoving her head down on his cock. Doing that was a sure way to get her stop blowing him. And he had to admit, even though she had only done it a few dozen times in their entire marriage, she did it very well. He didn't need to push her onto him. She slid down onto him all the way on her own.

He had called to her, asking if she were awake, but got no response. He lay there for some time, one hand trapped under her, while he tried to squeeze the last drops of cum out with his other hand. How had he gotten out of his boxers in his sleep? Eventually he had eased his hand free of her and gone to the bathroom to clean up. It was still a little mystery. 

Had he done it all in his sleep? If so it would be the first time since he was a teenager that he had cum in his sleep. But surely June would want to take credit for doing it if she did. And how had he taken off his boxers in his sleep? Strangeness. 

He looked up suddenly from his thoughts. Ms O'Donnell was standing in front of him. She had a report he had asked for. She was talking.

"... all right? I knocked and got no answer, I just came in to put this on your desk."

"I'm, uh, OK, just wool gathering, just thinking. Is everything OK, how long were you here."

"I just got here. Are you sure you're all right? You didn't answer. You don't look too well, is everything OK at home?"

"No, no, it's all OK, just a little misunderstanding, are you sure you just got here?"

"Yes, I just walked in. No need to cross examine me!"

"I'm sorry Ms. O'Donnell, I'm sorry, I'm not myself."

He got up to apologize, she seemed to relax.

"Well, alright then. I'll leave your report here."

"Thanks, I think I'm OK, it's been tough, the audit coming up next month and all."

"I'll leave you to it then."

As she turned to leave he noticed her. She was dressed, as always, in a severe pencil skirt and white blouse. Today she had her hair up and he noticed a small pink mark right at her hairline. He had seen it a few times before. At least now he knew who the mystery table partner was that his mind had conjured up for his dream. 

He shook his head, didn't she usually wear her hair down? She must have had it up for him to remember it that way, for him to have seen the birth-mark. Surely. It was just that suddenly it was after four in the afternoon. He must have been thinking about that dream for a long time.

Later that evening they had a great dinner at a posh restaurant and afterwords June directed him to a club she knew of, that she had been in before, it served drinks, and had a large dance floor with a live band.

After seating themselves and giving their drink orders to a waitress, Tim took June out on the dance floor. The music was a mix of faster and slower tunes and Tim's suit and June's dress fit in with the dress of the other patrons.

He had been practicing on his own in his office and managed to mostly keep time and not step on her toes for their first dance together in years. June led him back to the table after two tunes. 

"You really do sparkle June, I haven't seen you looking so alive in a long long time."

"Thank you dear, I had forgotten how much fun it is going out with you."

"Is your dress new? It really fits your curves closely."

June blushed, she had gotten it some months before, to change into after work. She got it at the dress shop she worked in part time. She hadn't dared get any of the really risque things from "Madam Kent's Boutique Exotique" that she also worked at. Tim had never seen it.

Tim realized that it was something that she had purchased to 'go out' in, and didn't want to make her uncomfortable tonight, so he changed the subject, slightly.

"So, any surprises under it?" He regretted sounding a little crude as soon as he uttered it, but June didn't mind. She wanted to get off the subject of the dress. She had gotten it to impress Tracy.

"Maybe. Or maybe not," She blushed again as she said it.

Hmm time said to himself, I know she can't have bra on, with that low cut back and skinny straps, I wonder what else she isn't wearing. He noticed her nipples trying to make themselves seen, and barely succeeding. There must be some sort of support built into the dress. Just then he sensed that someone had walked up behind him. He resented having to turn his thoughts away from June's nipples.

"Hi, I noticed you two dancing, I wondered if I might steal your date for a dance?" 

It was a woman's voice, and as he glanced up this tall blond woman was looking at June, who was looking very flustered.

"Umm, all right, I guess if he wants to, ummm," She stammered out, then finished with: "if you promise to give him back."

Tim saw this woman hold out a hand for him, he glanced at June, then back to the stranger, and then back to June. He was confused. He had assumed someone would ask June to dance and he had been wrestling with what he would do then. This was unexpected.




Between Tim and Tracy Ch. 02



"Go ahead dear, but don't forget to come back."

He got up and took the stranger's hand.

"All right, but I warn you, I'm not much good on the dance floor."

She didn't say anything, but turned and let him to the dance floor. Another slow tune was starting as she turned to face him. He took her hand and slid his other hand around her waist. They started dancing. He felt totally inadequate.

June watched Tracy dancing with her husband. Her heart was pounding. This wasn't what she expected. When Tracy had questioned her she had told Tracy that they were going out, and even where they would go after dinner, but she didn't expect Tracy to ask Tim to dance. She just couldn't say no to Tracy.

Tim stumbled again, he thought he was once again out of step with the music.

"Sorry, but I did warn you."

"That's OK, perhaps if I led?"

"OK, I'm game. You sure you don't want to call it quits?"

"No, this is fine, but if I'm to lead we should switch hands."

Tim was a little surprised when she dropped his left hand and slid her right arm around his waist. She let go of his shoulder with her left hand and pulled his right away from her waist to hold in her left hand. Their positions were reversed as he put his left hand up on her upper arm. 

He thought they were the same height, or nearly, she might be a bit taller, but with her high heels she was a lot taller. He felt odd, but she led him into the music and it was a lot easier. She was a good dancer he realized, much better than him, and with her leading he was making no more mistakes. It felt odd, but for once he was able to enjoy the dance instead of worrying about making a mistake.

She pulled him in a little closer, her breasts were touching him, pressing in. He estimated them to be smaller than June's. Her whole body was slimmer, more slender. Thinking about the breasts pressing into him, he started to get an erection. No no no, don't let that happen he thought to himself.

"I'm Tracy."

She pulled him along, covering for his misstep.

"I, I, ... oh."

"You're more handsome than I thought, not rugged, but still, very good looking."

"I'm glad you approve." Sarcasm creeping in. He had to fight his natural instinct to be polite when he said that. He started to pull away.

"Don't stop, I'm enjoying myself, I like dancing." She pulled him back in. He was surprised at the strength in her arms.

Tim started to get angry, very angry, this was supposed to be a quiet fun evening between his wife and himself, hopefully with some great sex between them when they got home. Now this. June obviously told her they were going to be here.

"No, I don't want to be rude, but this was supposed to be a quiet evening, for June and myself. You're intruding. Good bye."

He pulled away, the excess adrenaline his body produced in those few seconds made his hands shake when he pulled away from Tracy, he stalked to the table. June saw his face and rose.

"I'm going home, do you want to come with me? Or stay with her?"

"You better go with him." He heard from behind him. Turning he saw that Tracy had stayed with him, she gave him a cool smile. She made him feel like an angry child. He tried to calm himself.

He turned back to his wife. He re-assessed the situation and decided to give the evening one more chance.

"Honey, I had hoped for some 'us' time, maybe we can stay, would you like to continue?"

"Tim, please sit down, you're making a scene." June whispered to him.

"Honey, how about a dance then? That's what we came for after all." Tim said, figuring that Tracy was going to stay at their table, and wanting to talk to June privately.

"Yes dear." June looked at Tracy, then went with Tim. This was not going well, she had hoped for a nice evening and a reconciliation with her husband. Why oh why did she answer that call from Tracy, and then tell her where they would go after dinner.

They danced through a couple of more tunes, when a faster number came up Tim, even though he felt more sure of himself on the dance floor by now, led June back to their table.

Tracy wasn't at the table, but there was a third cocktail at that table and her purse was there in her chair.

"I need to go the ladies room"

"OK, don't be too long please, or I'll start thinking you left with her."

June realized how tough this was on Tim, her heart went out to him. But she was so under the spell of Tracy that she had to go. Plus, well, she had to go.

Tim stared after her for a while, then reached over and looked at Tracy's handbag. She had the usual items, similar to what June carried. He found her driver's license and took a picture of it with his cell 'phone. 

He thought to himself that the detective hadn't gotten back to him with any information on Tracy yet, maybe this would help. Apparently this was the first time they had met since THAT night last weekend.

June and Tracy come back from the powder room together, they were both quiet but once they sat down they start talking. Oddly very soon it was Tracy and Tim doing most of the talking.

"So Tim, June says that you're working for Gore & Gore Enterprises, I've always heard that it's a nice place to work."

"Yes, I like it. They head hunted me from my last place, and even paid for most of the move. Not that I wouldn't be happy to have paid for it myself. I grew up just a few hours north of here."

"I'm from the Chicago area myself, but I've lived in Iowa for the last 8 years. It's nice to live in a state where the governor doesn't automatically seem to end up in jail."

They all laughed at that one, and Tim surprised them all by ordering another round of cocktails for everyone. The conversation slowed down after a bit as they all tried to ignore what was on everyone's mind.

"June, would you like to try another dance with me?" Tim asked.

June looked at Tracy and Tim pretended not to notice the slight nod the taller woman gave to his wife. They found themselves on the dance floor as another slow tune started.

"I'm sorry honey, but I'm not much good at leading." June said with a little twinkle in her eye.

"That's OK, this is getting easier every time."

He pulled his wife into him and felt his semi stiff cock press against her tummy. It felt good.

"I love you dearly June, I don't want us to split up. I wonder, if I didn't do anything, would this thing with her go on very long?"

June sighed and pressed even closer to her husband. She realized that he assumed her affair was just a temporary thing, and he wanted to know how long. How cold she explain it? She wasn't sure herself.

"I don't know honey, I just don't know. I don't know if I can explain it."

She lay her head down on his chest, he though her heard her voice catch. He didn't want her to cry.

"Maybe when we get home we can talk some more? I don't want to get pushy, but we are married. I want you to think how you would feel in my place."

"OK dear. I know this is bad, I'm so torn apart."

"I am too. Look, think about this. If you keep up with her, is our marriage open? Will you object to me seeing someone else?"

Oh no she thought to herself, now what do I say.

"Honey, I know this is terrible, but I don't want you to do that. It isn't fair I know. But it would make things worse. I want to stay married to you, and I think that would damage things more."

"I don't want to argue here. But this conversation isn't over. Perhaps we should go back to the table."

His cock had softened. He didn't know how he felt now. Despair. Disgust. Sadness. Yes. Sad. He didn't know how she could be so blatant. She obviously knew she not only was doing wrong, but being selfish about not wanting him to step out too. Not that he would. At least not yet.

When they got back to the table June sat down as Tim pulled the chair out for her. He sat down and gulped most of cocktail down. He looked back and forth between the two women, both of different build, both attractive. 

"Tim, lets give it another try, do you mind?"

Tracy stood up and headed out on the floor. Tim shrugged and followed her. This time Tracy took the lead from the first. As they danced in silence she pulled him closer and soon he realized they were in the darker corner.

June watched them dance. She was surprised at how easily Tracy took the lead. It was an interesting mix of people on the dance floor. Many middle aged or older people as well as younger. As she watched she saw that at least a third of the people dancing were gay couples, mostly female-female, but some male-male. She even noticed two Cross-dressers dancing with each other, and woman dancing with cross-dressing man, her husband?

"This is an interesting crowd." Tim said to Tracy out on the dance floor.

"Yes, the club is part of the hotel, but actually managed separately. There's another smaller bar and restaurant connecting to the other side of the hotel lobby, that's where most hotel guests go. It's mostly locals in here."

"Is this where you and June come?"

"A few times, maybe twice. I like to go to a place that is virtually all same-sex couples. You should come with us some time?"

Tim got an odd look on his face.

"Don't look like that! No one would attack you silly. If you wanted, June and I could dress you up. You would fit right in."

"Dress me up?"

"Yes, in woman's clothes," She smiled at him and pulled him in closer. 

"I don't think so."

"You'd get to wear some sexy woman's underwear too, don't forget that"

Tim looked up at her more closely.

"Have we ever met before? I can't get over feeling I've seen you somewhere?"

"Probably not, I've just got one of those faces. And I'm sure you'd remember a woman this tall."

"That's true." They were silent for a while, then he continued, "but I still don't know about going to that club."

"It would be a hoot, you'd never pass as a woman, not without major work, even facial surgery, even then your shoulders are a little broad, but still, you would look good. It would be fun."

"I still don't think so, I would look silly. Anyway, what would June think."

"At least think about it. I'm not asking you to change your life style, just some clothes. You should listen to me. And don't forget, some slinky silky panties would feel so good on you."

She noticed that he only talked about how silly he would look, and what others would think. He also came back to the subject after getting off of it. She thought that was telling.

Tim was kicking himself mentally for the way he responded, he realized that he was bringing up excuses that had nothing to do with him not wanting to dress up. He thought he almost sounded like he wanted to but was worried about how June would think. No, he thought to himself. I just don't want to. What the heck is she talking about. How did we get on this subject and why is my cock so dammed hard.

Tracy pulled him even closer. Tim thought she couldn't be that much taller than him, not more than an inch or two, but her high heels made her seem to tower over him. He was practically leaning on her upper chest now that she had pulled him so close. 

Tracy kept them in the corner, other dancers were between them and any tables, no one was looking as she slid her leg between his. She felt his erect cock pressing into her upper thigh. She slid her hand up from his waist gently pulled his head into her shoulder.

"That's it honey, just relax, relax, lets just float with the music. Just listen to the music, that's it, just listen to the music, listen to me."

Tim had never felt like this. He didn't understand why he was so erect. Tracy slid her hand back down to his waist, then further. She caressed his bottom.

"You have such a sweet butt Tim, so nice. Perfect. Yes, just sway with the music, I'll hum along to give you the beat, just listen, listen to me carefully."

They were hardly moving. A few anonymous couples were around them in the dark corner, barely shuffling. She pressed his bottom into her as she flexed her thigh against his cock.

June worried about what Tracy was doing with Tim. She felt guilty about the whole thing, especially about the powder that Tracy gave her to slip into Tim's drink. She hoped it wouldn't react with the ground up blue pills she had mixed in with the steak sauce she knew he would be dipping each bite of steak into.

Tim was lost in an erotic haze, his eyes were closed and he lazily realized that his left hand had left Tracy's shoulder and was resting at her neck, and somehow she had transferred his other hand to the other side of her neck. He was just hanging onto her like some high school girl hung on to her boyfriend at a school dance.

Tracy cupped both of Tim's butt cheeks and was rhythmically pulling his groin into her thigh. She didn't want him to cum, but she wanted him turned on and pliable. The drugs in his system were insuring just that. She was surprised at how easily he let her take the lead in the dancing, but June had told her how uncomfortable dancing was for him.

June was getting worried, and when man that she had met here before asked her to dance, she accepted. She tried to guide them over to the corner where she though Tim and Tracy were.

"Tim darling, Tim, time to wake up."

Tim became aware that only one hand was on his butt now, he kept up a little of the thrusting but wasn't getting help anymore. Tracy was caressing his hair. He felt disconnected, a little loopy, and terribly turned on.

"Huh?"

"Tim, June's here, I think it's time to leave the floor, the song is ending."

Tim opened his eyes and looked straight into Tracy's. 

"Tim, the band is taking a break. Let's get you back to the table."

June had come up on the two, she couldn't believe how Tim was just hanging onto Tracy and even hunching into her, how Tracy was grabbing his butt. She couldn't make out what Tracy was saying. She seemed to be talking to him non-stop. But the Band was leaving.

The other man escorted June to her table, she was aware of Tracy steering a dazed Tim somewhere behind her.

Tracy got to the table after June did, and saw the other man leave June there.

"June, Tim's very mellow, I have a room in the hotel for the night, why don't you help me take him up."

"Couldn't we go home tonight?"

"That's an excellent idea June. I would love to see your home." Tracy answered.

"Tim, would you like to go home with me?" Tracy asked.

"Yeah, I need to get home. June, lets go home." 

Tim's voice was a little slurred, as if had drunk too much. He had arm around Tracy's waist and she had one around his shoulder. He leaned against her.

"Come on Tim, lets go out to the car. June honey, take care of the bill, meet me in the parking lot." Tracy said, then she walked Tim out of the club, through the lobby of the hotel and into the parking lot.

Earlier in the evening Tracy had waited in her car for Tim and June to arrive at the club. When she saw June's mini-van park she waited for the couple to go in, then moved her car to the nearest open slot to them. As she crossed the lot she steered Tim to her car and sat him in the passenger seat, then strapped the safety belt around him.

Tracy went and stood by June's van and waited for June to come out. She saw June and watched as her slave approached.

"June, I want you to go home. Dress in the blue Baby doll nighty that I gave you a few weeks ago. Don't bother to put on the panties. Be sure that you're shaved. I'll follow with Tim. We'll go the long way to give you time to get ready.

"What did you give him?"

"What YOU gave him is a mild sedative. I guess he had more to drink that I thought. It won't hurt him and will wear off soon. My plans have changed since I told you to give it to him."

"I gave him a couple of erection pills at the restaurant."

"That won't hurt."

"Are you sure?"

"Honey, I'm a pharmacologist. It's my business to know all about drugs, their effects and their interactions. I'm paid good money to know about these things."

"OK, I'll head right home. Please don't hurt him."

"Don't worry, just hurry."

Tracy walked away. She chuckled at June's concern. If only she knew what kind of research Tracy had done when she had worked for the government. She could give Tim, or June for that matter, a little cocktail that would turn them into drooling zombies. Or she could make them mindless sex craving slaves. Occasionally she regretted leaving the intelligence community, but 'Big Pharma' paid her so much better than the government ever could. That was her story and she was sticking to it.

Tracy got into her car and watched as June left. She leaned over to Tim, pulled him toward her and kissed him. Tim felt as if he was floating, he was hard, ready, but felt tipsy. He didn't realize that he was in a very very suggestible state.

They continued to kiss, and Tracy's tongue invaded his mouth, his hand reached up almost without Tim thinking about it, and cupped her breast, he could feel her nipple pressing into his palm. She lazily traced her hand over his erection. With every stroke his hips pushed out involuntarily.

"you're really hot to fuck me aren't you?"

"I ... I ... don't know, where's June, what have you done with June. Ohhhh."

"Don't worry honey, she's home by now, waiting for you, for us. How do you feel?"

"I don't usually get this way after just a few drinks, I've really gotten tipsy. I need to get home, need to get to June. I can't believe what we just did."

"We just kissed honey, just kissed."

"I need to get home."

"Yes dear."

Tim looked sharply at Tracy when she said "dear", that was the kind of thing June would say, half in jest, sometimes.

He tried to close his eyes, but things started to spin around, so he opened them and grabbed the armrest and the center console and held on. His thoughts were all over the place, and he wasn't really aware of Tracy driving the car.

'What is happening, why am I so turned on, so hard with this woman, I didn't drink that much, haven't felt this loopy, this tipsy, this drunk since college.' he thought to himself. He felt guilty about kissing Tracy, about feeling her tit, letting her stroke his erection.

He looked over at Tracy, the dress she wore was hiked more than half way up her thigh, he could see the lacy edge of her slip, red with black lace. He thought it was sexy, he wished June would wear sexy things like that again. 

"I think we can talk her into it, I've gotten her a few nice things, and she has got a few things on her own."

"Oh." Had I said that aloud he thought to himself.

"Thanks for the compliment, I like sexy erotic underthings. I'll bet you would too."

"Huh" 

He thought of the dress June wore tonight. He didn't want to think about why she bought that dress, who she bought it for. A small part of him wanted to be turned on thinking of her going out without him, thinking of her with Tracy, a part of him was angry, another part said to wait and see, another part of him ....

The car pulled to a stop and Tracy turned off the engine. They were in a garage, no, in HIS garage, in the side that June parked her car. He tried to rewind the camera in his brain, he recalled pulling in the driveway, June's minivan was parked outside, behind the side of the garage where Tim parked.

"Tim, we need to talk, I want you to listen carefully. Listen to me carefully, Look at me, yes, look at me closely, don't you like my earring? So long and sparkly, here let me take it out, just look at this while I talk to you, listen carefully...."

He saw Tracy in front of the car, opening the door from the garage to the house. He struggled with the seat-belt and finally got out. The door was open, he walked through the laundry room, into the kitchen, thru towards the living room. Everything seemed like to dream, both too fast and too slow at the same time.




Between Tim and Tracy Ch. 02



He stopped. He was in the dinning area. The whole front of the house was in an open plan, the dinning area at one end, then past the front door the living room, with the fireplace on the far wall. He was hot, he felt sweaty.

Usually they ate at the bar between the dinning room and the kitchen, the kitchen running along the side of the house, at right angles to the open plan front of the house. The bar was the only divider between the kitchen and the front area. 

June was kneeling in front of the front door, hands behind her back, each hand clasping the opposite forearm. Her head was bowed looking down between her spread knees. She wore a wispy blue baby-doll nighty that he had never seen before.

The nighty wasn't long and the way it was pulled up by the position of her arms he could see high up her hips, he doubted she was wearing panties. Tracy stood in front of her then bent and lifted June's chin with one finger, that was when Tim saw the small collar June was wearing.

Tracy stepped closer and, cupping June's head, she pulled her slave's face against her upper thigh. Tim saw how June rubbed her head and face against the fabric of Tracy's dress, pressing into her mistress's thigh. Her eyes opened and it seemed to Tim that they stared right through him.

"Come my pet, get up and get me a glass of merlot, get him a large glass of water, he's very thirsty."

Tim realized it was, he was startled, then looking at Tracy he saw her give him a little smile. Was there just a hint of sneer in that lifting of her lips?

"Wait pet!, do you have iced tea?"

"Yes ma'am, I keep a pitcher in the fridge."

"Get it, a large glass for your hubby, he's still thirsty."

"Come Tim. Come in, relax, is this your chair?"

She was gesturing at the lone easy chair. Tim nodded.

"Sit down dear, sit down. Take it easy."

Tim sat in the chair, nearby was a long couch and opposite the chair was a comfortable loveseat. Tracy sat in the loveseat. She gave Tim a wolfish grin. Tim remembered a time when he and June shared the loveseat, but the last few years she would recline on the couch while he sat in the chair.

June soon came in with a glass of wine in one hand and the tall glass of iced tea in the other. She handed the tea to Tim, then went across to Tracy. He could see now how very short the gown she wore was.

June knelt to the side of Tracy's feet and offered up the wine with her head bowed. Tim thought that June looked very graceful as she carefully knelt and offered the wine. He caught a glimpse of her bottom as she did. His cock gave a lurch and it seemed to strain even more as he looked at his wife debasing herself.

He looked at his tea and felt as if his throat was closing, he brought it to his lips and started swallowing it down. The cool flood was soothing, and when he brought his glass back it was half empty.

He put his glass on the small end table beside his chair, then looked over at the two women. June was curled up next to Tracy, facing toward her and looking up at her. Tracy had her arm around June. Tim noticed that June's gown was rucked up again, this time it was nearly around her waist. He could see half of one buttock. He realized that Tracy could probably see his wife's bare groin if she looked.

Tracy looked at Tim, smiled and raised her glass of red wine to him in salute. She seemed to Tim to be cool and collected, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle in her clothes.

Tim realized that he was sweating, he felt rumpled and decided that he probably looked rumpled and sweaty. He looked down and his tie was askew, and touching the knot he could tell that it was loose and pulled partly down.

Tracy smiled at him again and looked up and down him. She looked pointedly at June. She was caressing June's back with the arm she had around her slave.

"She is such a devoted little thing. I believe she would do anything for me."

June blushed, but didn't look at Tim. He saw that she looked down though, stopped staring in wonder up at Tracy.

"You look so tired, so rumpled Tim, you should take of your coat and tie at least. June!" She said a little more sharply, "Help him off with his coat and tie, unbutton his shirt, take them and hang them up."

June jumped from the loveseat and trotted over to Tim, she wouldn't look him in the eye. He pulled his tie loose and she took it, then helped him with his coat. She went to the small closet across from the front door and hung it up with his tie looped over the same hanger.

June started back toward the loveseat.

"No No, take off his shoes and socks as well."

Kneeling at her husband's feet she slid off the loafers and then his socks. Tim wasn't sure what to think. It was true that most evenings he relaxed in just slacks, or even shorts, often with a T-shirt and slippers. June took his shoes and socks to the closet.

"Now his shirt and trousers."

Tim was stunned, but stood like a lump as his wife finished unbuttoning his shirt and cuffs and pulled it off, then knelt. She reached for his belt, unbuckled it, then unbuttoned the trousers, reaching in she undid the second button that his dress trousers had. She looked up. He looked down, they stared into each others' eyes.

Tim wasn't sure what he saw in his wife's eyes. They almost seemed to belong to another person. He saw she had on some subtle eye shadow, it seemed different, a new color, a shade, more alluring, less innocent. She lowered his zip without looking at it. His cock lurched again. Tim suppressed a groan.

June smiled, then busied herself removing his trousers. She trotted back to the closet again. Tim marveled at the movement of her breasts, they used to be for him alone. But she had never pranced around the living room without a bra, much less that little wisp of blue mist with her unfettered boobs dancing in time with her movements and her nipples leading the way.

Tim stood there in his boxers, his cock barely held in check, and threatening to burst from the fly. He sat down, took up his glass and crossed his legs. When he put the empty glass down he saw that June was curled up against Tracy once more.

He watched the two women kiss, saw his wife cup Tracy's breast, saw Tracy caressing June's back, then with her other hand she reached for June's breast, grasping the nipple she pulled, twisted hard. June gasped. Tim tensed up. Tracy dropped the nipple, bending over she pulled the breast free of the gown and gently kissed then suckled it.

June began to pant, her head thrown back, he eyes rolled back. Tim could see that Tracy's other hand had left June's back and was between her legs. Her wrist moved. He thought he should stop this, but couldn't think clearly, couldn't move.

June moaned.

"Not yet little pet, not yet."

June whimpered.

"Not until I say."

Tim was amazed, so fast, so sure, he had never seen his wife, even in the early days of the marriage get that close that fast. His hand touched to his cock. Then pulled away, no, not in front of them.

June was whimpering constantly now.

"No, not yet. When I let you it will be the best ever."

"Please, please."

"No, not yet."

"Please Ma'am, Please."

"No."

More whimpers.

June was completely unconscious of anything else in the room. Tracy kept her wrist languidly moving. June tried to thrust her hips in time.

Tracy looked over at Tim.

"She's so easy, I could make her promise anything, and she'd do it, even after I let her cum. But then I'd make her do it." She laughed.

"Please Ma'am."

"What will you do for me if I let you cum?"

"Anything Ma'am, anything."

"I might give you to a street gang?"

"Oh god help me, anything, please let me cum!"

"You see Tim, I own her, as surely as you own your car, I own her."

"Please Ma'am. Please!"

"Would you go get a strange man, and bring him home?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Would you fuck him?"

"Yes! Please let me cum."

"In front of your husband, would you fuck a strange man in front of your husband?"

"Oh god, please please please."

"Would you?"

"Please please let me cum!"

"Will you do as I say?"

"YES Damn you, YES! Please let me cum!"

"You see Tim, she is a slut. My slut. But I think she's lying to get a cum from me. Something tells me she would draw the line there. Odd isn't it, how she could do this in front of you with a woman though."

"Oh god oh god please please please."

"You may cum now."

June shrieked out at the top of her lungs. Her back arched and her wide open eyes only showed white, her teeth were bared in a grimace, her pelvis thrust and pumped, Tim distinctly heard something dripping and saw liquid spurt and splash against Tracy's hand.

Tim was standing, tense, staring at the sight. He felt close to cumming himself even though he hadn't been stroking his cock. What power did this woman have?

June collapsed against the loveseat. Her legs sprawled apart, her head hanging from the edge, and arm trailing onto the floor. Tracy was standing beside her. She held her hand out to Tim who had stepped closer.

"Smell it, it's her cum. She started squirting for me the last time we were together. She has a great capacity for sex. Smell, taste."

She thrust her hand at Tim, he took her wrist and smelled, he licked the wet hand that was even now dripping on the carpet. It was June's smell, the smell of an aroused woman, he had never seen this before.

"I've got it all over this dress, I'll have to have it cleaned."

"Is she all right?" He stepped over to his wife.

"She'll be fine. Ready to go again in no time."

Tracy walked away heading for the kitchen. Tim knelt down next to June, he took her arm and rubbed her hand. Her tits flopped out of the gown, the hem was up around her waist. He could see her pussy gleaming with moisture as were the inside of her thighs. Her eyes opened.

"Are you alright?"

"It's never been that intense before, it was so good."

She was still flushed, panting, talking in an oddly languid but also aroused voice.

"I'll be fine,"she squirmed up, leaning on the arm of the loveseat, her legs draped over the other arm. She shifted partly to her side, facing Tim.

"Are you sure, the things you said."

"I know, I know, she makes me say vile things, I can't help it."

"Would you?"

She rolled her eyes toward the kitchen, then back to Tim.

"Maybe, I'd try not to. Some of the things I think I couldn't help" In a barely heard whisper.

Maybe he thought, maybe, what is happening to us, to her, to me, why can't I stop this, why does June act this way, she was never this way before, before when the kids were home, yes, the kids. What? Stop. Wait. June. Tracy. What is going on, what did Tracy say to me in the garage?

Tim's mind was racing, or was it running at half speed. He wasn't sure of anything, did he even love his wife anymore? Who was she anymore? He thought he loved her, didn't he?

"But then she takes me so far, she makes me beg, I don't know what I would do if she stopped then. I love you, I love you, but ...." She looked down, away from Tim's eyes.

"I am so sorry I can't make it like that for you." He felt helpless. If he threw Tracy out, would his wife follow? Would he want her to? All those years of happiness, even though many were passionless, they were still good. He still loved her. Didn't he?

"Take her gown off." Tracy said from behind Tim.

June struggled to sit up. Tim seemed on autopilot. He reached up and started to pull the gown up. June raised her hands up so he could pull it over her head. She was naked, her hair mussed. He though she was beautiful.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered.

"Come here slut." June got up and went past Tim. He turned his head and saw them embrace and then kiss. Tracy cupped June's bottom.

Tim slumped his head down onto the cushion. He could smell June. He was always aroused by that scent, his cock got even tighter if that was possible. He heard whispering behind him. He felt June pulling on his arm and he stood and turned.

June hugged him and kissed his cheek. His cock thrust at her tummy through his boxers.

"Honey I know this is difficult. But She wants to spend the night. With me. Please don't make a fuss. I love you honey. I do."

She slid her hand inside his boxers and curled her fingers around his cock. 

"She promised me that you would get off tonight, that I would taste your cum. So please please do as I ask. Can you?"

"OK June. I hope you know what you're doing, to me, and to yourself."

"I'm sorry honey, I truly am. Look we can talk later, another time, just you and me. Everything out in the open, everything. Just do this now. OK?"

"OK."

She hugged him tighter, his hand touched her bottom, caressed it softly. He felt her hips push against him and she gasped.

"Tim darling, I've put a some clothes in the spare bedroom, and your shaving things and shampoo and soap and stuff in the hall bathroom. OK? And I've got clean sheets on the guest bed. You'll be fine tonight. And be good, and don't touch this, until. Until, well, you'll know. OK?"

"We're going to be down here for a short time, why don't you go upstairs now, go to bed."

"Yeah. You'll stay home the rest of the night? You'll be here in the morning?"

"Yes, yes I'm pretty sure."

He looked at her, that 'pretty sure' didn't sound good. But it was late. He was tired, and even the super boner that he'd had half the night was starting to droop. She gave one more pump and it sprang alive.

He turned and went upstairs. He went into the spare bedroom and everything he needed was there. Even his favorite pillow, mashed into shape over several years, was on the bed. His laptop was there as well, he sat down and started it up. 

Tim had checked his email, and logged into work where he read some emails there and sent a few replies. He got lost into some work. At some point he heard some giggles and footsteps coming up the stairs. He strained his ears, then went back to his laptop. 

Suddenly he jerked upright. He had been dozing off and was cold. Still in his boxers and nothing else he looked at his watch. It had been an hour and a half since he had sat down. He closed down his laptop and went to the hall bathroom. Sure enough all his things were there. He hoped that was just a temporary measure.

He turned on the shower and stepped in after shucking off his boxers and watch. The water wasn't as warm as he thought and the cold was a shock to his system, but invigorating. He left the control alone and soaped up, then washed his hair.

When he got out of the tub and toweled dry he realized that he hadn't brought anything to wear. He certainly didn't want to put the boxers he wore in here again, he had been drooling pre-cum into them for hours.

He tossed the boxers into the hamper and wrapped a dry towel around him and stepped out into the landing. It was as dark as night after the bright light in the bathroom. Someone had turned off the hall light.

About the time his eyes started adjusting to the darkness, and he could see light coming from under the door of the spare bedroom, a hand touched his arm. He was startled, but he could tell it was his wife. She was standing in front of him, completely naked.

"Kiss me, she wants you to kiss me."

Kiss her he did, softly, at first then with a little tongue, then she pulled back. But she didn't let go of his arm. She placed her cheek against his cheek and rubbed, then the other cheek, rubbing back and forth. Her cheeks, her face, seemed damp as they rubbed over his face. 

Then he smelled it, or became aware of what he smelled all along, a woman's scent, all over his wife's face, and now over his. He stood there and let her finish spreading another woman over his face.

"Go to your room, turn off the light." She pulled the towel away from his waist and his erection bounced up against her. He didn't know what to say.

"Don't put anything on, sleep naked. Go. Now." Then more softly, "Please," then "I love you." She turned and went back into their room, leaving the door open. He heard the sound of someone getting into bed, then a quiet laugh, not his wife's laugh, but that of the other woman.

He stood still for a second then he heard Tracy say:

"Very good my little Pet."

He fled to his room, closing the door softly. Standing against the door he didn't know what he felt. Aroused, yes very, his cock that was hard. Disgusted at his wife. Yes. Angry, yes. Turned on. Oh yes yes. In love, yes. He thought of how even in the dim light he could see her bottom bounce as she hurried back to her lover.

Oddly yes. Very in love, and very aroused. She had blatantly been with her lover, obeyed her lover like a little slave dog, right in front of him. It was hard to blame her when he stood by and let her do this thing. But then he was afraid that if he forced a decision on her right now, she might not choose him. And still he was aroused. He tried to remember what Tracy had said, but his head started to hurt and he left it alone.

She had promised to taste his cum tonight. She hadn't gone down on him in a long long time. Or had she the other night? But if not then, a long long time. He tried to remember. Not for a while. She never liked it, never swallowed, never ever volunteered to do it.

He often asked to go down on her. Early on she let him, but she thought it was nasty and didn't like to let him. He remembered once offering to go down on her five times for every time she blew him. That conversation hadn't ended happily. Her parents had done a job on her.

Maybe, just maybe, she would come out of this episode with a more liberal attitude about lovemaking with him. He would love to see her in skimpy lingerie and lace around the house. He would love sex in other rooms than the bedroom. Maybe. That was something to hope for. To work for. 

What had Tracy said? She had more, she would get more, lingerie, feminine clothing, what else, He was even harder, more turned on, so erotic, slinky lingerie. Something was fuzzy in his brain and he didn't want to think further. He loved to see his wife in sexy lingerie.

Once again he was in the seedy club, this time HE was stumbling through the curtains and onto the stage. He stared around and couldn't see who or what was at the tables, just dark shapes in the mist. At a table near the front there was more light, he saw his wife, sitting next to Ms. O'Donnell. They sat very close together.

Something snaked around him, slithered around his chest and tugged him forward, he stumbled against a low backless couch upholstered in leather, the kind psychologists used in old movies. He was kneeling on it as his hands were forced upward when his T-shirt was pulled from him. He turned and saw a pink camisole float downward. Had he been wearing that?

The whip once again wound around him, again there was no pain, just pressure as he was pulled down to the couch, laying on his back. Again the whip loosened itself and slithered away. She was there, the mistress. Tracy. He looked at the table with Ms O'Donnell and June.

June was completely naked and sitting on the table facing him, her legs spread wide. He could see the eyes of men staring at her from nearby tables. Between her legs was the head of Ms O'Donnell, who knelt on the floor in front of June. Her skirt slit and folded back, exposing her leg and half of one butt cheek.

June's eyes stared into his as she pulled on her nipples and Ms. O'Donnell ate her. His cock was erect and thrusting out for everyone to see. He heard clapping and laughter, then gasps as the mistress/Tracy engulfed his cock with her mouth. 

Wait, that was a dream, he lay on the bed, it was dark, he was in the spare room at home, the guest room. Alone, no, someone there, ohgodohgod sucking his cock.

Tim searched behind himself for the headboard, but it was flat and offered no place to grasp, he pushed his hand against it and held it there as he lifted his other and slid it up Tracy's smooth hips, around her surprisingly round bottom.




Between Tim and Tracy Ch. 02



Another body moved the mattress as June climbed on. He felt her feet touch his right arm as he held it and his hand against the headboard. She must be stretched out next to him with her head next to his feet, on the other side of his body from Tracy.

"I'm, I'm ... almost," he gasped out.

"Not yet little Tim." Tracy whispered. June giggled softly.

He felt someone pull his balls down toward his feet. His nearness to cum subsided, but only a bit. He was more awake and saw that the curtains were covering the windows, the light from outside, streetlamp, moon, whatever, was subtle. The hall light, now on, shone in under the door. He could make out things better.

He turned his head and saw the paleness of June's calf and ankle. He leaned and kissed. When did June get an ankle chain? He looked and past Tracy's head he saw June's face, he could make out the darker shadow of her collar, he saw teeth glow as she smiled. He waved his hand and slid it up the outside of her calf. He patted her.

His cock felt incredible and once again he neared orgasm, once again his balls were pulled back. This time Tracy lifted her mouth off him, she stepped her knee over him and settled back, straddling his body, her pussy poised over his erection. His cock felt cool in contrast.

Another hand grasped him, June's hand, and guided him into Tracy's pussy as she lowered herself onto him. He was glad he had obeyed June's order, request, to be naked. Tracy engulfed him with her pussy. It was warm, it was moist, it was snug. It grasped him, relaxed, and grasped again, milking him as she sank onto him.

When was the last time he had sex, with June, the night she told him about Tracy? Only last week. His time since then seemed almost dreamlike. Was it June who had stroked and sucked him to orgasm in his sleep, a few days ago, or just his mind? Why was he thinking of Ms O'Donnell as his wife's mistress rode him while June lay beside him? What had Tracy said to him? Why couldn't he remember? Had he fallen asleep?

He was brought back to the present again, sharply as Tracy whined into orgasm. Already? How long had she been pumping up and down on him. She froze down on him gripping him with her internal muscles forever. Then began the up and down pistoning again. This time he was close, he felt sweat droplets from Tracy fall on his chest.

Tracy bent over him, her lips next to his ear as she continued to push her pussy up and down, up and down, onto him.

"I want you to fill me up, fill me up, fill me up, cum when I cum and fill me up. Then I will allow June to clean your cum from out of me. I promised her that she would taste your cum today."

"Close, very close."

"Not until I sayyyyyyyy yesssss cummm. Cummmmm nowwww!"

He thrust upward, he felt June's hand slip from his thigh were it must have been all this time. He spurted again and again, filling Tracy up right in front of June.

This time Tracy lifted off of Tim completely, he looked up at her as she towered over him, she nudged his legs, and he scooted sideways as June bent her knees and scooted forward in the bed. Tracy straddled June and knelt again, her pussy falling toward June's face.

He saw June, raising her head in eagerness, her hands caressing Tracy's flanks. He listened as his wife ate his cum from Tracy, who smiled at him, as if to say, 'she'll do anything and love it.'

"Relax Tim, relax, Listen to me carefully, sleep, fall asleep."

He fell asleep listening to the slurping and moaning of the two women. He came semi-awake as he felt someone pulling his underwear on, it felt like a pair of briefs, did he still have briefs? He had worn boxers for years now. He heard Tracy giggle, then nothing, he was out until morning.



Between Tim and Tracy



Part of Tim's brain listened as June told him how much fun it was to let go, laugh with her friends, how they started rating the men they saw trying to pick up the younger women at the bar.

Tim thought about how sometimes he and a friend or two from work would stop for a few beers after work at similar places, how they speculated about the women they could see, sometimes to themselves, sometimes in quiet tones to the others. What June was telling him didn't seem to different, why did she seem upset.

Wait, did she say dancing?

June talked about the first time a man came to their table and asked one of her friends to dance. It was Kristen, who was recently divorced. How they all watched as this young man danced with their friend.

OK, with her friend. That's nothing to be upset about.

June continued with how things escalated from one week to the next. How one week they went out twice. How she noticed that Kristen, and then the others started to dress a little more provocatively. How she stopped off and looked at then bought some new outfits for herself.

She does look a lot sexier, that's what made me notice. Why didn't she do that for me? Because I'm a dud you idiot. I was the one she was looking to for direction in bed. I never did vary or question out loud how dull things were. Dumbass. Hold on there, I was afraid to bring things up, why didn't she?

June stopped talking and her voice sounded pained, he could tell she was trying not to cry.

"Tim, oh Tim, I never thought you would want to do things differently in bed, you've always liked to keep to a routine for everything, I was afraid to ask you if we could try something different."

"I'm sorry June, I was afraid too."

"We're a pair of dunces aren't we."

"Well now we've cleared the air. I love the new look, and whatever happened, has happened, we can start over new."

There was a long silence. June groaned inside. There was so much more to tell.

"I didn't finish telling you about things at the club."

"I suppose you danced with someone?"

"Yes, I had so much fun, it was sexy, but I thought it was safe, the others where there. I know I shouldn't have, but it was so exciting, they complimented me, they flattered my, they tried to feel my bottom, sometimes my breasts. It was scary and exciting all at the same time. I should have told you."

Oh god he thought, she found some guy, some Romeo who dances, who has all the patter, all the things I have trouble with, heck, I've got two left feet and can't think of anything to say in those situations, until too late.

"Then one night, there was this one guy. He was kind of slimy. I found excuses to turn him down, but then the girls left and I was in the powder room, he intercepted me on the way out. He insisted, so I went to the dance floor and he was getting really handy."

"Touching you?"

Oh god, Tim was thinking, please don't tell me, don't tell me you fucked him.

"Yes, and talking about what we would do in his room. I was having a hard time getting away, then Tracy came to my rescue."

"Tracy?"

Who was Tracy, he hadn't heard June mention a friend named Tracy before.

"She was someone I had seen before, she's been at our table a few times, just someone we met and invited to sit with us. Not from work."

"She got rid of the guy?"

"He tried to come on to her as well, she used her knee, then walked him to a table and sat him down. She took my hand and we left in her car."

"Her car? What happened then, where did you go?"

"Another place, quieter. We sat and talked. There wasn't dancing. She was very nice and calmed me down. Later she drove me back to get my car."

"That was good of her."

"And I saw her again, at first with the girls, then, I would just go meet her, just the two of us. She took me to a new place, I didn't realize it at first, it was all same-sex couples. We danced."

"You were in a gay bar dancing with another woman?" He sounded more puzzled than worried or mad when he said that.

That's not as bad as with a man, is it? Or is it worse? Tim thought to himself, trying to picture June with another woman, in his mind he kept seeing June naked with this other woman. He groaned out loud.

"I'm sorry, it just happened, one day we kissed, and then made out in her car, then mine. Finally one time we just met and got a room."

June turned her face to her pillow and sobbed. 

Tim rolled over and put his arms around her, spooning her from behind. He didn't say anything, just made comforting noises as he stroked her hair from behind. She slowly quieted down.

"Are you still seeing her?"

She nodded her head without saying anything.

"Are you a lesbian?"

She shook her head.

"Bi, I guess," she whispered. "At least with her."

"I guess you enjoy it, but because it is different and naughty, or is it something you'll always want now?"

"She's very forceful."

She hadn't answered his question, partly because she just didn't know, but also because she wanted to explain how totally Tracy dominated her.

When she said 'forceful' Tim started thinking of whips, riding crops, he imagined June tied spread-eagle on a bed, with her lesbian lover squatting over her head. His cock stirred.

"Forceful? As in Dominant?"

Ohgodohgodohgod what do I say now? June thought to herself, I love him but I can't leave her, and the pictures she took, what would he think.

"Yes" came out very quietly.

"Do you enjoy it, being submissive to her? Or to anyone?"

"To her at least, I'm not sure about, about ... it's only been her. It's so different, I just let go, let her tell me what to do." 

She was silent for a while, then very very quietly, so quiet that Tim barely heard and wasn't completely sure what she said.

"She tells me to cum and it's so so massive."

"You don't want to leave her do you? Or could you leave her?"

"I don't know, I want to stay with you, I don't know what to do."

Tim was quiet as he thought.

"I love you too honey, I don't want to break up, I want to work things out. I can be more, more whatever you need. I know it wouldn't be the same."

A soft glow filled her and she felt guilty at the same time. She thought about what Tracy had told her to do. She wanted Tracy to be proud of her, but she couldn't hurt Tim, she felt guilty for scheming, but she couldn't help it.

"Honey, are you OK?" He worried she had been silent for so long.

"I feel so guilty, She wanted me to do something, I was putting it off, I was going to put it off forever, but now, I don't know, it makes me feel like a traitor to you."

"She wants you to leave me? Do you want to?"

"No, worse. She wants to meet you, here, for dinner and then drinks and then...."

She couldn't go on, it sounded so bad. She became aware that he had an erection pressing against her bottom, she automatically shifted just enough to line it up between her cheeks.

Tim was thinking ahead of her, this Tracy wanted to have sex with his wife, fuck his wife. Here. At home. In this bed. While he was here. Dinner and drinks, conversation, then the two of them go off to the bedroom, the marriage bed. This Tracy on his side of the bed, naked, with his wife while I stay downstairs and clean up, do the dishes. What next, serve them breakfast in bed the next morning?

"She wants you to come here with her, our bedroom, our bed, sex. In our bed. What do I do, pull the covers back and then wish you two a good time and go down and do the dishes?"

He was hard, whatever he felt about them doing what he just described, no matter how humiliating he thought it would be, how awful to give his wife away like that, his cock got hard. He felt her push back at it. He pushed forward.

June let out a moan. He kissed her neck, he kissed behind her ear.

"Yes."

"And you want to do it, do that with me here."

"No, I love you, I don't know. She has pictures."

Tim thought for a second about pictures, he imagined all the fetish pictures he had seen on-line of submissive women, dominant women with submissive women, his cock throbbed. His traitor cock.

"Do you want me to ... to get them back, to 'take care' of her?"

She was frightened now, very frightened, she had been afraid of what he might do, he was so nice, so stable. But he had been in the army, been in combat, she knew he had a gun, guns. Mostly inherited from his father, but he used to go target shooting, what did he call it, plinking? And skeet, and sporting clays. He used to hunt with his father when he was a teenager. What would he do.

"What do you mean?"

"We've seen all those true crime type forensic shows, they're so popular, we could start making a list of all the mistakes people have made, how they got caught. Figure something out."

"You would do that?"

"I don't know. If you were threatened, if you were being forced." He couldn't go on. He knew that he probably couldn't. But if someone was hurting her, what would he do?

"No, I don't want you to hurt her, or go to jail. Do you understand?"

"So you belong to her? You're her slut!" His voice wasn't raised, almost a whisper. She shivered.

His hand slid around her, he cupped her breast and kissed her again behind the ear. 

"You wouldn't let me take pictures."

He pushed with his hips, his cock tenting his boxers, pushing into her panties.

"Slut" Almost a whisper. She whimpered in answer and pushed her bottom back at him.

He pulled his boxers off, yanked at her panties, the waist-band stung as he pulled until it tore, ripped them off her legs.

"Bitch, cheater."

She moaned as his hand clasped the back of her neck, pressed her down as his other hand reached between her legs, cupped her mound and pulled up.

"Whore."

She spread her legs and got her head turned sideways, he held it there, her ear mashed into the bed, his hand on her face, thumb on her neck below her jaw. He could feel her carotid artery pulse against his thumb as his ring finger pushed into her ear.

Her hearing muffled by the bed on one ear and his finger in the other, one hand twisted under her. She reached back, reached to her drooling pussy and spread the lips apart.

He guided his rampant cock into her depths, shoved all the way in with one push. He felt her shaved lips and mound with his hand, felt her hand working her clit. It hit him that she shaved herself for this Tracy, he recalled suggesting it when they were newlyweds and being made to feel like an insensitive boor at the time. He had been so happy to see her bare a month or two ago that he never questioned it.

"Cunt! Lying Cunt!" He yelled out as he plunged into her. He pushed her hand away from her clit, grasped her other hand and pulled it behind her back, twisting it up. Fuck her fuck her fuck her.

He let go of her hand and reached forward, He pushed her short gown down around her shoulders, he saw her arch her back and push back at him.

He grabbed her shoulder. One hand now still on her head, plugging her ear and feeling her pulse, the other on her shoulder yanking her back with each thrust. Not that he needed to, she was pushing back as hard as she could.

He felt her hand back on her clit, it also stroked his cock as he pumped into her. He wished the lights were on. The glow from her clock-radio on the nightstand, and the nightlight shining through the bathroom door barely lit things up and left shadows of blackness.

He stared at her face, covered partly by his hand, he saw her eye glint at him, her mouth open. Fuck her, fuck her fuck her.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She was chanting in time to his plunges.

He panted in time with his strokes into her, hard, banging his hips forward, slamming into her.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck."

That damned bitch, taking my wife, fucking my wife, stealing my wife, trying to move into our house, rub my nose into it, forcing me to be nice while she fucks my June. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. 

That slut, that fucking slut, all those years, all those quiet years making me think she was some innocent goody-two-shoes, slinking behind my back, laughing at me behind my back, cheating cheating cheating, coming back to me probably still tasting her cunt on her tongue, thinking about her while we ... laughing at my stupid stupid stupid.

Ohgodohgod I love him love him, I'm going to cum, he's so forceful, he's throwing me around like a puppet, he's angry and he's making me cum making me cum making me cum.

Suddenly she jerked, she spasmed, she wailed out a long warbling sound and he felt her pussy grasp him tighter than before and pulse around his cock as she came.

He shut his eyes and thrust hard into her as he came, the pulses of his cum shot down his cock again and again as he filled her for the second time that night.

Her pulse was hammering under his thumb, he thought about pushing his thumb down hard, cutting off the oxygen to her brain. But when all was said and done he did still love her. 

He was appalled at how he treated her, but he did make her cum from fucking. That felt good. He knew in his heart that he would never make a cave man. But if felt good to act like one for a while. He saw that she was smiling. Was she laughing at me, or happy with me?

He pulled out and flopped down beside her on his back, she reached for the bedside light and switched it on. She lay on her back, naked, her gown still rucked up above her breasts, she pulled it off.

He saw how her neck and upper chest were mottled red, all the way down the tops of her tits. Her thick long nipples stuck out hard. The image of clips holding them with a chain between them came to his mind. Did women do that sort of thing to each other? Did anybody outside of the porn industry?

"I have to pee."

"I have to clean up." She answered as she started to get up, her hand cuppiing her pussy.

Once again something clicked in his brain. It always bothered him that she couldn't stand to have his cum in her. He always liked to see it oozing down when she got up. She thought it was gross. But then he had a second of thinking about it from her point of view, it probably felt icky. He pushed that thought away.

He grabbed her upper arm, his face so grim that she held her tongue and let him push half jogging to the bathroom, he pushed her down on her back in the tub, grabbing one leg he held it up and out with his left hand. He turned the water on. She screeched upright then flopped back when the cold water hit.

He adjusted the shower by roughly turning it a little warmer, but didn't fine tune it. Her roughly grabbed a washrag in one hand and soaped it up with the bar in the holder. Without uttering a word he scrubbed her, first her pussy then all of her front then pulled her to all fours and scrubbed her back. Finally soaping and scrubbing between her bottom cheeks, he lingered on her bottom.

He always thought that she had a beautiful bottom, he wasn't rough any more he carefully soaped and washed between her legs, almost lovingly, in marked contrast to how he scrubbed her earlier.

June didn't know how to feel. She didn't understand what or why, she loved the way he mounted and fucked her a minute ago, but washing her like she was a pet dog, and with the water so cold. It didn't start to heat up until he was nearly done. And spreading her legs open like that, so the water hit right on her pussy.

It came to her in a rush. The pussy she was going to clean of his cum, his essence. She thought it an odd quirk that after sex he didn't need to wash his cock, until the morning, even thought he usually had to pee. Just as he never washed his face after going down on her, or his fingers, until the next morning. She had even seen him surreptitiously lift his fingers to his nose and take a deep breath the day after sex with her. 

He liked her smell. Once years ago he had remarked that she had 'marked him' and now, apparently, he had marked her. But then washed her. She decided that he was making a statement about how he felt about her rushing to clean herself almost the second he finished in her. It did feel a little icky, and even if he didn't mind the sounds coming from a full and squishy pussy, she was mortified by them.

He gently lifted her out of the tub and carefully patted her down with a fresh towel, he even bundled her hair up in another towel, just the way she did it. She realized that he had noticed a lot more about her than she thought.

When he had dried her off he plugged in her hair dryer and taking the towel off her head he gently worked the blow dryer and a brush until it was dry and brushed out. Then, still without a word he walked her to his side of the bed, the side without any wet spot she realized, and put her to bed, naked.

"Would you like me to go to the spare room?"

"No please, cuddle up to me."

They got into bed together, he spooned her from behind, his arm under her pillow, they quickly fell asleep. Both knowing that there was a lot to be worked out still, but they could do it another day.

End of chapter one, to be continued.