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Blindsided Ch. 01

By: patricia51



(This is a four part story. By the time this is up, all four parts will have been submitted. I personally enjoy the suspense of waiting for the next installment, if it is not too long delayed. If you don't like it, then wait until all four chapters are up and then read it.)

I slowly worked my way up out of the deep sleep I had been in. On one hand, I felt terrible. My mouth was bone dry; my head was splitting; my stomach felt as though I had left it in free fall on a roller coaster. But the warmth I felt below my belly, coupled with the sticky wetness between my legs, made it all worth while. 

I managed to crack one eye open against the terrible glare of the sun. I was to find out later that it was a very overcast day, in more ways than one. The idea that a brilliant sun was burning me up could be attributed only to my condition. I did squint from underneath the arm I had thrown over my face. From the condition of my body, which included teeth marks and some remarkable hickeys, I had indeed had a VERY good time. I closed my poor, abused eye and smiled.

It had been way too long since I had woken in this condition. Not hung over, I hastily add, that condition I don't care if I ever repeat. I mean with my insides feeling stretched and slick and all but raw. In short, well fucked.

I didn't have any reasonable, or unreasonable, explanation for that being such a rare condition of late. My husband, Ivan (so named in respect for the family matriarch who had been peacock proud of a tiny distant relationship to the Romanov dynasty) and I had not had sex in over two months, and the six months before that had been a case of "few and far between". 

It wasn't that way when we first met, literally bumping into each other at work. I was a statistical analyst who stayed in the office and juggled numbers. He was a roving inspector, checking on and eliminating possible safety hazards and code violations. Holy cow, from our first date we had been unable to keep our hands off each other. I knew for sure why I was so hot for him that I almost broke my rule of no sex on the first date. Ivan is tall, over 6 feet, with a firm, muscular body that I loved touching. Coupled with his blue eyes and blonde hair and a face that wasn't pretty boy handsome but was so attractive. I mean, damn, just about my only thought had been to hang on to him. 

I was astounded when he took no for an answer that first night. I confided in my best friend, Evelyn, that I thought I had all but led him on only to turn him down. I really hated the thought of being a prick-tease, especially since I was so attracted to him.

"Listen, Marie," she told me. "If he's the right kind of guy, he'll wait." She added thoughtfully, "I don't know if Ivan will, he's got quite a reputation. I suppose you could drag him off to the supply closet if you think he's slipping away, but honestly, I don't know if he's right for you."

That made we wonder. Generally I figured Evie knew what she was talking about. Slender, blonde herself, and with a body that she kept in great shape, I considered her the best looking female at the company we worked for. And that was 18 floors of people. She was under constant siege by the guys. There were even a couple of the girls I had seen turn their heads when she went by. She definitely outclassed a skinny black-haired girl who's major attraction was a pretty decent set of legs. God, I even wore glasses, although I used contacts most of the time.

Evie and I had known each other in college. Good friends, we had hung out together and had shared some great times. In fact, she had been the one who had got me the job with the company, right in the same office she already worked in. It made the learning curve very short for me, since she and I often spent the evenings at each other's apartments and she made me wise to how things worked, both formally and informally.

She always seemed to have her reservations about Ivan though. She never came right out and said she didn't like him, but I could tell from the moment he and I started dating she didn't think it was going to work.

I almost didn't tell her the first time Ivan and I made love. I guess I couldn't hide it, since I was bubbling over the next morning at the office. She sighed, shook her head and then asked for all the wicked details, which I was happy to supply.

"Let's start with dinner at the Point." I went on to describe our table at the highly popular restaurant overlooking the ocean. I told her about the candle-lit table, the champagne, the dinner. I told her how we left his car in the parking lot, instead opting to walk the mile or so down the beach to his condo, which also was on the ocean.

"Never mind!" Evie interrupted at that point. She laughed, but it was a strained laugh with a hollow ring to it. She patted my hand, told me it was great I had such a wonderful time but she needed to get back to work and left.

I stared after her. That was so unlike Evie. Had she been, well, jealous somehow? I had never noticed her being interested in Ivan, but she was upset about something. I resolved to find out what it was, sometime or another. Right then, a silly smile was tugging at my lips and I leaned back with my eyes closed.

The moment the door closed behind us I was in Ivan's arms. Some four or five inches taller than me, he swept me up in the air, his mouth seeking mine. I wound my arms around his neck, my fingers running through his hair as I opened my lips for his probing tongue. The kiss was passionate, my need and his need running together. I dropped my pocketbook as well as the heels I had already doffed for our beach front stroll.

His arms were around me, one hand clamped on my ass. I felt a jolt run through my body, then I realized that he was climbing the stairs next to the door. I thought about wrapping my legs around his waist, but there was something so delicious about simply dangling in the air. I kicked my feet in excitement.

I thought he was carrying me to the bedroom. I discovered he had a more interesting place in mind. I felt myself pressed against a wall at the end of the upstairs corridor. It was only when his free hand fumbled behind me that I realized it was a door. It opened and I felt the night sea breeze.

I giggled and he laughed deep in his throat. He kicked the door closed after we came out onto a darkened balcony overlooking the crashing surf. Still kissing me, he laid me onto a chaise lounge. Then he stood and began to undress. I wiggled on the thick mattress, my eyes drinking in the sight of his body. 

I wasted no time in shedding my own clothes, stretching out for him as he finished stripping and fell to the broad lounge chair, already covering me with his body. Just as I was about to protest he was smothering me, he caught me in a firm grip and rolled over. I found myself straddling him, his hard cock finding the cleft of my ass.

He grinned up at me, his hands going to my breasts. They were big hands, but touched me so gently, running his fingers under my small breasts, lifting them to hold them in his palms. Fingertips held my erect nipples, pressing them and giving short, quick tugs. 

I was kneeling over him, my ass resting comfortably back against his shaft. I rose slightly, my hand reaching down and between us. My fingers circled his cock and slid up and down as I rubbed the head against my pussy. It wasn't a giant cock, but I had been running through a dry spell and I wanted to make damn good and sure he was well lubricated.

Deciding I had waited long enough, I braced myself and began to lower my body. I paused and closed my eyes as the head parted my lips and pressed into me. Loving the feeling, I sank down on his erection bit by bit, until with a deeply satisfied moan, my knees collapsed and I rested on his groin.

I took a moment to savor the pulsation of his shaft inside me. I planted my hands on my ass, serving to arch my back and pull my nipples against the grip of Ivan's fingers. Then I began to bounce, using the strength of my legs to ride up and down him. I rose slowly, the head of his cock sliding down my wet channel, stretching me as it went. I dropped down each time with an effort, forcing him deep inside me. His entire length rode up and down along my inside walls.

I was riding Ivan harder and harder. Now I was all but grunting as I drove myself down on his cock. Suddenly his hips bucked and he met me. He abandoned my breasts and grasped my hips firmly, pulling me down as he thrust upwards.

I squealed the first time he did that. It felt as though his cock had become twice as long and that every inch of it was slamming into me. Mindlessly I kept on, riding the waves that were coursing through my body. Casting caution to the night sea air I gave a high pitched yell as my body tensed and exploded.

We both kept going, lost in the moment now. My head swam in delight as he became wild, crushing his cock into me. I begged him to come, to fill me with himself. I felt him tremble, impossibly becoming even bigger inside me. Then a tremendous hot blast filled my pussy and I fell forward onto him.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I shivered and spooned against his back as the fog from the morning air rolled in on us. I tried to pull him on top of me like a living blanket.

My squirming woke him and he laughed. "What are you doing, Marie?"

"Laugh if you want, but I'm COLD!" I complained. Then I kissed him between his shoulder blades, my hands roaming over his back. My fingers touched a rough spot and I looked down.

"What's this?" I asked. There was an irregular red patch, about the size of a dime in the small of his back.

"That's a birthmark." He rolled over and took me in his arms. "All the men in my family have it." His eyes twinkled. "When we have children, you better watch out. If its a boy he better have that or I'll know you've been getting together with the milkman."

I giggled. "I'll remember that. But you don't have to worry," I kissed him soundly, "I do not fool around on any relationship."

A few months later we were married in a quiet civil ceremony. The only disappointment was Evie's reluctance to be my witness. She agreed finally when I begged her, but I wondered why she seemed so opposed to my marrying Ivan.

Ivan's witness was our co-worker and Ivan's poker and fishing pal, and best friend, David. Now there was a handsome man. He was tall and broad shouldered, with sharp clean features and a skin of dark, polished ebony. I had tried to nudge Evie towards him more than once as Ivan and I grew closer, but to no avail. Oh well. He didn't seem that interested in her either.

Time passed and it was good, at first. I suppose after a couple of years we settled down into the routine that most couples fall into, Work; social events, both business related and otherwise; and more work. The sex that was practically constant at first between us dwindled to weekly, then every other week, and then it became really scarce.

I'm sure that I was just as guilty as Ivan was in the fading away of our sex life. And not just our sex life, the recent months had shown a sharp drop off of cuddling and kissing and even the simple touches and words that a couple uses to reassure each other of their love.

I tried, and I was sure Ivan did too. I worked out, sporadically because of work and household chores, and tried to keep an eye on my weight and general fitness. But too many nights saw me working late and subsisting on beer and pizza. I struggled, but I had added a few pounds since we had wed.

Then there was our problem with children. Ivan had suggested we wait for a few years until we were financially in better shape. I agreed, loving the idea of being able to be a full-time mom when that time came. But no matter how hard we worked, we just didn't seem to get ahead. Indeed, these last few months we had been falling behind. I was able to obtain some overtime work, but that just made the time we might have spent together shrink even more.

One Friday I determined to reverse the trend. I got home early, cooked a roast and opened a bottle of wine. I had been saving my expense money for three weeks and used it for a new black lacy nightie. Having timed Ivan's arrival, I set the table, lit the candles and poured the wine as his car pulled up in the driveway.

I had forgotten. This was the third Friday of the month and his poker game at David's house. Ivan was complimentary and appreciative, but reminded me that his poker night went back years before we married and that I knew it. He did eat the roast though, and told me it was great.

Two weeks later, he surprised me with tickets to a weekend cruise. And, damn it, the weekend they were for was the weekend I was being sent to a tax seminar. There were a lot of storm clouds over that one. He was furious and repeated often I had not told him about the seminar. I was so sure I had, at first anyway, but then I began to have my doubts. After all, he would have remembered if I had. I made desperate efforts to get out of going, but I was locked in.

After that, a chill really descended on our relationship. No matter how often I apologized, it didn't change his determination that he had made a big effort and I had ruined it. That made the announcement of David's big bash and how much he wanted us to attend even more of a surprise than usual.

Well, I had determined that this night he wouldn't get away from me. Although its a shame to have to go to such lengths to seduce one's own husband, it wouldn't have been necessary if I had just remembered to tell him about that damn conference.

Regardless, it was all-out time. I wore a black dress that came three inches above my knees and a pair of three inch heels. Other than that, my only clothing was a red teddy that was comprised mostly of lace that covered few areas. Recklessly, I unsnapped the catch between my legs and tucked the lace straps up out of the way.

Ivan looked handsome indeed tonight, as handsome as I remembered him being from before we got married. He helped me in and out of the car and I seized the opportunity to spread my legs and give him a good look each time. I wasn't sure he even noticed though. But he was paying attention to me and that was good. We ate and then went to dancing as the night went on. 

I was in heaven. Several times other men cut in and we let them, but just for the remainder of that song. It was hot and the wine was cold and I drank it thirstily when we sat out a set. But I didn't want small talk with the other guests. I wanted my husband's body against mine. I wiggled and pressed against him, not caring if I made a scene. The night drew on to what I hoped would be the inevitable conclusion. I was wet enough to have fucked him right there on the dance floor.

Funny though that I couldn't really recall any clear details of last night beyond dancing with Ivan at about midnight. I couldn't even recall leaving the hotel and coming home. There were bits and pieces, most of them extremely carnal, but all of them vague. We must have had a pretty good time though. Hopefully this meant the drought was broken and we would be repeating this again and again. I winced as my head throbbed. God, it was not going to be as much fun if it required getting me and/or him drunk every time though.

Well, being sated this morning made up for the hangover. I managed to pry that eye open again and smiled when I blearily made out my clothes draped over the end of the bed. Maybe the red teddy had worked. It topped my dress, both looking like they had been taken off in quite a hurry.

Waking up nude with a warm body next to me was stirring me again. I wondered if I could persuade Ivan to pick up where we had left off. Wherever that was, that is. DAMN. The first good fucking I've had in several months and I can barely remember any of it.

I grinned. I was awake now, and I would remember whatever happened. I rolled over, opened my other eye and started to throw my arm around Ivan when I froze.

I actually closed my eyes, tightly, hoping that when I looked again it would all be a mirage. I peeked. It wasn't.

"OH, MY, GOD!" The body I was laying against was masculine. It was very attractive. It was nude. And it was black.

I swallowed a scream and raised myself on one elbow. It couldn't be, it MUSTN'T be. But it was David.

I glanced wildly around the room. I had never been in David's bedroom. I never had any cause to ask about it. But it was not my bedroom at home and it was not my bed and it was not my husband. My still fuzzy brain was attempting to connect the dots. If it was David, then it followed that this must be his bedroom. What in God's name was I doing here? Well, it was obvious WHAT I was doing here. I didn't understand how or why though.

"Get a grip, Marie," I advised myself. I slipped from under the sheet and snatched up my clothes, including my damn fucking teddy. I only took time to don my dress. I smothered a sigh of relief when I saw my pocketbook on a dresser by the door. I picked it up, clumsily stuffing my torn lace lingerie in it, grabbed my shoes and tiptoed out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

I leaned against the wall in the front hallway. What the hell was I going to do now? I had no clue how I had got here. How was I going to get home? And what was I going to tell my husband? A wave of panic surged through me. I had always trumpeted that once I was in a relationship I stayed in it. And here I was, not just dating but married and waking up with... my mind shied away from pursuing that thought.

First things first, I decided. And the first thing was to get the hell out of this house before David woke up and then make my way home. I eased open the front door, engaged the latch to trip behind me and closed it quietly. I turned to scamper down the driveway.

My purse fell to the concrete. I know my breathing stopped. I felt my heart give one convulsive leap and then I was sure it had also ceased to function. For leaning on the hood of his car, his arms folded and an angry look such as I had never seen before on his face, was my husband.

"Get in the car," he said though clenched teeth. "Bitch."

I could not think of anything to say or do. I just stood there, completely unable to move.

(To be continued)

Blindsided Ch. 01



My wife and I had just separated and I was in desperate need of a place to stay. I ended up staying at my parents for the first week. Here I was 35 years old and back at mommy and daddy's house. I love my parents but after being on my own for 15 years I felt like a caged bird. 

I was discussing my current miserable situation at work when Natalie, an attractive blonde co-worker suggested that I call Dawn. Dawn had recently quit our office and was getting ready to move to South Carolina with her son to start a new life. Dawn was very likeable and I had always got along with her. She was about 40, 5'5", dirty blonde hair, about 170lbs, average looking, and very outgoing. She was not what most guys would consider a fantasy girl, but she was fun to party with. She could drink most people under the table and was prone to dancing on tables. Dawn was getting ready to move out of her apartment and as far as Natalie knew nobody else was set to rent it yet. I called Dawn and she put in a good word for me with her landlord and I ended up with the apartment when she moved later that week. Dawn was unable to fit all of her stuff in the moving van and asked if she could store it in the spare room in the apartment until she came back in 3 months. 

"No problem." I said. After all, she had helped me out. 

I had moved into my apartment and went out on a few meaningless and unproductive dates during the next 3 months. During one of my all too frequent lonely evenings there was a knock on my door. I opened the door to find Dawn and Natalie along with their friend Suzie. I had met Suzie a couple of times when she would come in to work to talk to Dawn or Natalie. Suzie was about 30 years old, 5'2", short dark hair, great body, round tits that were too big for her frame, and smile that lit up the room.  

"What's up Dave? Long time no see." Dawn said loudly

"I came to get the rest of my stuff. Suzie and Nat are here to help me." She said.

"Come on in, how have you been?" I replied

The three women came in and Dawn helped herself to a beer in the refrigerator. I am pretty sure this was not her first beer of the evening, as she seemed a little drunk to me.

"So you and Julie get divorced yet?" she asked me.

"We had our final hearing last week." I said

Dawn bellowed "Oh I am sure a nice looking stud like you has probably broken this apartment in with several women since I left. I know I did my share of fucking here." 

"Oh I have tried but I am this is still a virgin apartment, at least it is since you moved." I laughed.

"Show us around," said Natalie

Natalie is 38 yrs old but could pass for 28. She is about 5'5" blonde, flat chest but has a great ass. 

"Sure, follow me." I said as I gave them the 5 room tour.

We all sat down reminiscing, and drinking beer. I was starting to get quite a buzz when I had to go to the bathroom. I staggered into the bathroom, held onto the wall, dropped my pants and began to piss. When I was done I turned to see all 3 women in the doorway looking at me.

"See, I told you he probably had a big one." Dawn proclaimed

"Hey!" I yelled as I reached for my pants.

Natalie ran in and grabbed my arm "Don't do that! We want to see more."

Suzie had a smile on her face and I could see her nipples harden under her shirt. Dawn barged in and pulled me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Let me say this, it is very difficult to walk fast with you pants around your ankles and the room spinning. As they brought me into the room they threw me onto the bed and Dawn jumped on top of my stomach and pinned my arms down. Now I am about 5'10, 175 pounds but I was no match for this determined woman. 

"What are you doing?" I yelled

Dawn just laughed and then planted her drunken mouth onto mine. As she did this Natalie and Suzie used some of my belts they found in my closet to tie my hands and legs to the bed. I never thought I would mind 3 women tying me down to a bed but for some reason, maybe the alcohol, I was scared. Dawn got up off of me and went into the kitchen. Natalie and Suzie began feeling my chest and cock through my clothes. Dawn came back with a pair of scissors.

"What are you going to do with those?" I cried

"Well, we want you out of those clothes and we don't plan on untying you" Dawn said as she began to cut my tee-shirt.

"Stop! These are good clothes," I cried again

Suddenly there was a hard slap across my face. Both the pain and shock of being slapped stunned me.

"Shut the hell up you fucking bitch!" Natalie ordered.

I had never heard Natalie say anything more than "darn" at the office before. To say I was surprised would be an understatement.

Dawn continued to cut my shorts off leaving me in only my underwear.

I could feel a tear in my eye, as I was now becoming even more afraid.

"Who wants to cut these off?" asked Dawn holding onto my underwear.

"I do!" Shouted Suzie

Suzie took the scissors from Dawn and with a shaking hand began to cut at my underwear.

"Please be careful." I begged

"Oh, is the little bitch afraid we are going to cut off his wee wee?" Natalie teased

After a few snips Suzie grabbed my underwear and flung them away leaving me exposed for all to see.

"Suzie honey, you cut some of his pubes too." said Dawn as she smiled.

"Sorry." Suzie laughed

"We can fix that." Dawn said as she walked into the bathroom. When she returned she had my razor in her hand and some shaving cream.

"Me first!" shouted Natalie

"What are you going to do with that?" I sheepishly asked, afraid of the answer.

"We are going to shave your pubes." Natalie hissed

"Can we shave his chest too?" Suzie eagerly asked

"Of course we can. We are in total control. We can do anything we want." Dawn boasted.

"Even castrate him." Natalie added.

"We wouldn't hurt him would we? I mean I like to have fun but I don't know about hurting another person." Suzie asked

"Why are you being such a baby? We have the power. Haven't you ever been hurt by a guy before and wanted revenge?" Natalie asked of Suzie.

"That's enough! We are not going to hurt anyone unless we have too." Dawn proclaimed.

Now I was really scared. Nothing puts fear into a man's heart like an angry woman with a razor, your balls next to her hand and the word castrate. I didn't believe that beautiful little Suzie would ever hurt me but for some reason Natalie, whom I have always got along with great, seemed to enjoy watching me tremble. Natalie took the shaving cream and sprayed it all over my pubic area, cock and balls. She took my razor and began shaving off large amounts of hair. Dawn had brought her a towel and glass of water to rinse the razor with. I held my breath as she shaved my semi hard cock and my balls. 

"I am going to untie your legs. If you kick or try to fight I promise I will cut your balls off." Hissed Natalie.

She shaved me all the way to my anus and a little beyond. Not since I was a baby had anyone other than myself ever touched my anus. I felt scared but strangely aroused as her finger brushed against it.

"I get to do his chest!" Suzie yelled as Dawn began drying me off with the towel. 

Suzie was much gentler as she spread the shaving cream on me and then took slow careful strokes with the razor on my chest and stomach. Dawn meanwhile began to feel my shaved cock.

"This feels nice and clean. I think I will have a little taste." Dawn said.

I could not see her but I felt her tongue began to lick the shaft of my cock. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Natalie begin to smile and remove her clothes. She pulled her shirt over her head revealing two small perky tits. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were very hard. She quickly slipped out of her skirt and removed her white thong. She had a small dark blonde triangle of hair just above her slit. She was as gorgeous as she was mean. Suzie asked for the towel and dried me off as Dawn was now licking my balls and I could feel her pull my leg back and place her warm wet tongue on my anus. If I was not hard before, I was now. This feeling was incredible.

I could see Suzie begin to remove her top and pull down her shorts. She was wearing thin sapphire blue bra and panties. She reached behind her and took off her bra, smiled at me, and let it drop to the floor exposing the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. To call them tits or boobs would be an injustice. These were breasts, round teardrop shaped, and 100% natural. Her areolas were light pink and the size of tennis balls; her nipples were not hard yet. I never wanted to make love to breasts before now. Just as she began to remove her panties Natalie climbed on the bed with her small tits and straddled my chest, blocking my view of Suzie. 

"Pay attention!" Natalie ordered as she grabbed my hair and made me look up at her.

"I have watched you around the office. You always look at all the women like you want to fuck them but you never ask us out. I have flirted with you many times and hinted to you that I was interested. When you split up with your wife I thought I might have a chance, but you never even considered asking me out!" Natalie yelled

"I didn't." SLAP! Natalie's hand stung my face again.

"Don't say another fucking word unless you ask permission. You will say 'Bosswoman, permission to speak please' and no you don't have permission right now." 

I swear my lip was bleeding a little. Dawn stopped licking me for a second and then resumed giving attention to my anus when I could feel her finger push at the opening. Suddenly I could feel another mouth kissing my cock, it was Suzie's. With all this pleasure down below and all this pain up above I did not know what to feel. This was like some mixed up nightmare fantasy.

"Now that I have your attention again, I want you to listen to me. This is my time and you are going to pleasure me. I want you to lick my pussy and do a good job; if I don't cum I will hit you again." Natalie insisted.

Natalie moved her pussy up to my face where her pubes tickled my nose. Although she was a psycho bitch her pussy smelled good. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick everywhere very slow, but I avoided her clit for now. She began to moan as did I when I felt Suzie deep throat my cock as Dawn inserted her whole finger in my anus. I couldn't tell but it felt as though they planned it that way. I stuck my tongue into Natalie's pussy as far as it would go and tried to pull her sweet juices to my mouth. 

"Lick my clit, please, lick my clit bitch." Natalie purred.

I never thought I would here her say please but I moved my tongue and found her hard swollen clit. When I touched it she moaned louder and began to grind her pussy into my face.

"Don't stop!" She yelled as she began to fuck my face harder. I kept my tongue in place as she rode me hard. 

"Oh God!! I'm cumming!" She screamed. 

I could feel her legs tighten up around my head, and then a small gush of salty liquid squirted into my mouth. Did she piss? Then I realized that Natalie was a squirter. I heard about women that squirt cum when she had an orgasm but never met one before. Once I realized what this liquid was I began to lap it up. I was so into eating Natalie out and making her cum so I could avoid further pain that I almost forgot about the beautiful woman sucking my cock and the finger in my ass.

"Dawn you have to try this!" Natalie insisted as she climbed off of me. 

Dawn got up and changed places with Natalie. Natalie walked over and sat in a chair and lit a cigarette. Suzie released my cock from her mouth and began to lick my balls and play with my ass like Dawn was doing. Somehow Suzie felt much more gentle.

"Eat my pussy good, like you did Natalie." Dawn now ordered taking her cue from Natalie

Now Dawn is not exactly a small woman and I found breathing a little more difficult. Dawn, who must have undressed when I was eating Natalie had a brown hairy pussy, with a strong but not unpleasant odor. Her tits were saggy and large. I just closed my eyes and hoped for the best. Again I licked the folds of skin all around her pussy, taking deep breaths whenever I got the chance. I put my tongue out as far as I could and barely entered Dawns pussy. I thrust it in and out stopping only to breathe. 

"Wow, that feels good!" Dawn exclaimed

I could now feel Suzie trying to work a second finger into my ass as she gently and lovingly licked my balls. I seemed to relax a little knowing it was Suzie and allowed her second finger to enter my anus. The sensation of pleasure overtook the discomfort. I could tell that from now on I would welcome ass play in my bedroom.

"Do my clit now!" Dawn insisted and I began to lick her large clit. Dawn didn't grind like Natalie but instead held her place and made me do all the work. I licked and sucked her clit in my mouth. My tongue began to get tired when I heard her breathing increase rapidly.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Dawn shouted as she began to cum. There was no squirt this time but she about suffocated me when her legs tightened around my head. 

Dawn finished cumming and climbed off of me. 

"Suzie this guy really knows how to eat pussy, why don't you try it" Dawn asked 

Suzie took her fingers out of my ass, deep throated my cock and announced "I want to fuck him." Suzie stood up to reveal a clean-shaven pussy that was dripping wet. She must have been masturbating while playing with my ass because I have never seen a woman that wet before. 

"Help yourself! Natalie come with me." Dawn said walking toward the hallway. 

Finally I was alone with Suzie.

"My God you are beautiful" I said to her

Suzie whispered "Please don't talk, I don't want Natalie to hit you again. Just know that I am really enjoying your body and want you to enjoy mine." 

With that this angel of a woman lowered her sweet pussy down on my well-lubricated cock. She leaned down and kissed me on the lips. It was the sweetest kiss I have ever had. She slowly rode me for about a minute when Dawn and Natalie entered. I could not see them but I heard Natalie say. "I want to fuck him now." 

"But I just started." Suzie protested.

Natalie disappeared into the bathroom as Suzie climbed off of me.

"Untie his arms and flip him over." Dawn told Suzie

Suzie did as she was told. My arms felt good to be free and I sneaked a feel of Suzie's breast when Dawn was not looking. They felt even better than they looked. 

"Tie his hands back up again but give us a little more slack." Dawn ordered Suzie

"If you want to fuck him I suggest you get under him now." Dawn advised.

"But I thought Dawn wanted to fuck him?" Suzie asked

"She does but you can too." Dawn said

Suzie and I were both confused but she got beneath me and I let my hard cock enter her again. I could feel her warm breast against my clean-shaven chest. This felt awesome. 

"Is he ready?" I heard Natalie say emerging from the bathroom.

Dawn and Natalie pulled Suzie and me down on the bed a little so our legs were hanging off the edge.

I could feel a finger touch my anus again, but something was different. The finger felt gooey. The finger easily went inside and then a second. I was enjoying fucking Suzie too much to protest. Soon a third finger stretched me open. Now I was feeling a little discomfort.

"Bosswoman, may I have permission to speak?"

"Very good! You remembered. Yes you can speak." Natalie laughed

"What are you going to do?" I asked 

"I am going to fuck your ass." Natalie said as she walked into my line of sight wearing a strap-on dildo that must have been 8 inches long.

I heard her and Dawn laughing "Did you see his eyes?"

"I had this stored in one of my boxes in the other room and now Natalie is going to live out a little fantasy." Dawn said.

Natalie got behind me as Dawn removed her fingers from my anus. I could feel the head of the dildo touch my hole as Natalie began to slowly push it in. I wanted to scream but Suzie pulled my face down to hers and kissed me hard as Natalie entered me. Suzie refused to let me scream and continued to kiss me until Natalie was all the way in me to the hilt. Natalie began to slowly stroke in and out of me. At least she showed some mercy by not brutalizing me. After a minute or so the pain began to fade and I started to feel warm inside. My body began to tingle. I timed my strokes with Natalie so I could fuck Suzie. For 10 minutes this continued until at last I could feel my balls filling with cum.

"Fuck me hard bosswoman!" I screamed. 

I could feel my body about to explode. I was dizzy, I was tired, I was in Heaven. I tensed up and squeezed Natalie's cock inside of me as I shot my huge load deep into Suzie. I just collapsed on top of Suzie.

Dawn untied my hands and Natalie removed the dildo from my ass.

Natalie pulled me to my knees on the floor

"Now clean your new little girlfriend up." Natalie ordered

I was looking straight into Suzie's bald creampie. Dawn shoved my face into her pussy and I began to lick. I was tasting my cum for the first time. I don't know whether it was because it was oozing out of Suzie's sweet pussy or not but I began to like the taste. I ferociously liked Suzie's pussy until it was clean. I could hear Suzie breathing heavier so I decided to give her the best orgasm of the night. I buried my tongue in her pussy, licked her anus. She began to scream "Oh my! Oh my!"

Her body quivered but I wasn't done. I continued to lick and made my way up to her clit. I gently flicked my tongue all over it until I found just the right spot.

"Don't stop!" Suzie pleaded.

I stuck my index and middle fingers into her pussy and she lifted her ass off the bed in pleasure. I then slid my little finger all the way into her anus.

"Please whatever you do, Don't Stop!!" Suzie screamed. 

I licked her clit like I have never licked before and was rewarded with the most intense orgasm I have ever seen a person have. 

Suzie's mouth was wide open but no words were coming out. She had tears in her eyes. Her body began to tense up, then quiver and shake as she drove her pussy against my face.

"AAAHHHHGGGGGG I AM CUMMING, SO HELP ME GOD I AM CUMMING!"

As Suzie's body relaxed she pushed my face away from her and collapsed on the bed. I stood up for the first time in over an hour and looked as Natalie and Dawn. 

"Wow! That was incredible" Dawn said in disbelief and then reached for her clothes.

Natalie came up to me and gave me a huge kiss on the lips.

"Mmmmm sweet." She purred.

"I hope I didn't hurt you too bad." She whispered in my ear. I just shook my head no.

Dawn walked up behind Natalie and handed her something. It did not take me long to find out what it was. Natalie slapped a handcuff onto one of my hands and then reached down and put the other handcuff on Suzie's wrist.

"What are you doing that for?" Suzie asked.

"Natalie and I are going on a beer run, we will be back in a little bit." Dawn announced.

"And we don't want our bitch to wander off. We have only just began to have fun tonight." Natalie said in a most condescending tone.

Dawn and Natalie quickly dressed and left. I had no idea what was in store for me next but at least I was with beautiful Suzie. I felt safe with her; after all she wouldn't hurt me would she?



Blindsided Ch. 01



The blast of the speakers caused Nazareth to squint. The sound was sharp to his ears as he stood in line behind Brendan. Brendan turned and gave him a similar look which turned apologetic. Moments later their tickets were scanned and they walked in to the sound of loud applause.

"Do you want drinks?" Brendan asked the woman in front of him. 

"Sure honey, just the usual." Talli grinned and gave him a kiss. "We'll meet you at the usual spot." She walked off with Riley and Cass in tow.

Brendan shrugged and smile. "Looks like we're on drinks duty." He motioned with his head towards the drink stall. 

"About time you came to a bout." Jez fell into step next to Nazareth as they followed Brendan.

Nazareth shrugged. He'd heard enough about it from Brendan and Talli, but it had just never struck him to go. "Sure, I guess. Women in tiny amounts of clothing being brutal? Not sure what took me so long."

Jez raised an eyebrow. "Don't you know we go for the sport?"

Nazareth laughed. "And what, just like you read the girlie magazines for the articles?"

"But the articles are good!" Jez pretended to be all innocent, but he couldn't hide the amusement in his eyes.

"Jeez do you want to go out on a date?" Brendan handed them two cans each. "Come on, we're missing the action!"

They made their way to the side of the stands, where the track opened up before them. The place was jam-packed with people of all walks. Some dressed in what looked like team clothing, others with face-paint, and Nazareth even spotted someone with a fluorescent green mohawk. 

He looked down to see Talli grinning. "What did I tell you."

Nazareth nodded. "It's interesting all right."

The pa system wasn't the best, and it was near impossible to really understand what was being said, but he watched as a team of women on skates were introduced, each one waving to the crowd as her name was called out. They skated around a few times, some of them backwards, then forwards and another jumped over one of the girls lying on the track. It looked impressive.

"They're the called the Deadly Darlings." Talli yelled through the noise.

Brendan turned to him. "Deadly alright. What do you think of their team uniform?" 

Nazareth nodded his head. There wasn't much left to the imagination. In fact he'd never in his mind put skates, elbow and knee-pads and helmets together with fishnet stockings and tiny disco shorts that could pass for boyleg panties.

It wasn't long before the next team came out, the Blindside Betties, dressed in similar red and black attire. 

Nazareth's eyes scanned over the crowd again. It certainly was a mixed bunch: families, couples, alternatively dressed people, dyed and shaved hair, dreadlocks, piercings, tattoos, rockabilly and goth. You name it and they looked to be there. They didn't account for the majority, but they certainly stood out.

The whistle sounded and everyone cheered again. The next thing he knew, Talli had rattled off the basics at a million miles an hour. He tried to keep up, but before he could wrap his head around what she was saying, she was onto the next thing. At least he got that the girls with the star helmet covers were jammers and point scorers and the striped ones were pivots. He tried to follow it as best he as could but he couldn't quite work out the point scoring. At the end of the fifth jam, he could see that the Deadly Darlings and the Blindside Betties were evenly matched, with only eight points separating them on the leaderboard. The lead had switched a few times, but it looked like the Darlings were pushing to increase the lead.

He looked at Brendan who seemed to be completely engrossed before throwing up one of his hands. "What the hell? How the hell did she get sin binned for that?"

Talli looked at Brendan sideways with a smirk on her lips.

Nazareth watched one of the girls skate around the outside of the rink and take a seat. 

"She got sent off for an illegal block." Talli looked at Nazareth.

"Garbage it was illegal, that was a great hip check." Brendan took a swig of his can.

Talli shrugged. "Well her elbow got in the way."

When half-time approached, Nazareth could see that the crowd was as much there for the thrills and spills as they were for cheering their teams on. He had to admit he was impressed. The flat track was concrete, and when some of the girls came down, the came down hard. There wasn't any protection for their hips or arses, and much of the crowd cringed when a girl crashed, chorusing with an "ooo" that resounded through the venue.

As much as he thought the crowd was varied, the girls seemed even more so. They were all shapes and sizes, something he hadn't seen before, but regardless they were incredibly fit—especially the jammers. As the bout went on he could see that there was a method behind the madness, but he still couldn't quite get a grasp on the technical aspects that the refs could easily see, making the difference between an effective block or getting sin binned as well as scoring points or not. Taking his final sip, he squeezed the can in his hand.

"Do you want another one?" Cass looked up at him, her cute round face breaking into grin under her moussy brown wavy hair. It cascaded down her back as she turned and looked at both Brendan and Jez.

"Sure, why not."

Cass grabbed the can out of his hand. "That's okay, I'll chuck this on the way there. C'mon girls, it's our turn."

Nazareth put his hands in his pocket and looked around. People were moving about during half-time: toilet breaks, food and more drinks.

"What do you think?" Brendan grinned.

"It's different."

Jez laughed incredulously. "There are hot women skating around in tiny shorts and all you've got to say is that it's different? Either there's something you're not telling us or you've completely lost your mind."

Nazareth laughed. The three of them had been friends since elementary school when Jez pushed Brendan over in the playground and sat on him, and Nazareth had then pushed Jez back off Brendan. All three of them were reprimanded for fighting at school. Afterwards they were literally inseparable, always finding new ways to get themselves into the trouble, and that included admiring the ladies. Jez had always had a bit of love 'em and leave 'em streak. He loved the chase but once he had them, he didn't know what to do with them. So it was a shock when he fell for Cassandra. She didn't go weak at the knees for his dark-haired, blue-eyed, bad-boy looks. They had fun and afterwards, she never called, didn't run after him and was friendly but not overly familiar when they ran into each other at social engagements.

Nazareth grinned to himself, recalling his friends dilemma. Cassandra drove him out of his mind until the penny dropped and he realised he had to have her, which of course meant a lesson in humility. 

Brendan on the other hand, despite the playground incident turned out to be a bit of a sports jock. Thick dirty blond hair and light-blue eyes, the girls nearly fell over themselves in the bleachers during a game trying to get his attention. The only difference was, he really was a nice guy, fully aware of the fact that he could sleep around but somehow always opted for the steady girlfriend route.

Nazareth's mind drifted to his own school days. He loved women and had, had his fair share of relationships but there was always something a little lacking. He couldn't quite put his finger on it and even sometimes his friends thought he was mad. It was always, "What happened to whatshername? She was nice.". 

"Hey there, it must be good where you are." Cassandra snapped him out of his musings and handed him another can. 

"Thanks Cass." She winked at him and went over to Jez who put his arms around her and muzzled her hair.

"Hey Naz, how are you?" Riley tipped her fedora back to look up at him.

Nazareth's reply was lost in the cheering as the second bout started. 

Riley smiled and put her thumbs up. She'd heard him and obviously William was good. 

There was a small lull where the crowd was somewhat subdued. In that moment a woman skated up, looking like a cigar girl on wheels.

"Hey guys, how are we tonight? I've got stubby holders, badges, key rings and raffle tickets." She looked at the group with small smile on her red lips.

Nazareth vaguely heard everyone around him say something and it took him moment to realise he was staring with his mouth hanging open. He quickly closed it and her eyes suddenly snapped to his, dark and intense.

"Hey." Her smile widened as she gave him a cheeky look and skated a little closer, standing almost eye to eye with him. "I can see you haven't picked a team." Her voice lowered. "Are you a derby virgin?"

Are you a derby virgin? The line echoed in his brain and all he could do was think about the way she'd said it. He'd never heard a line with the word virgin in it sound sexier than it did in that moment and suddenly he was thinking of the woman in ways that were not gentleman-like in least.

She raised her eyebrow slow and gave him a smirk as she held up two stubby holders, her black bangles jangling against a studded cuff. "Unfortunately it's only a single bout tonight so it's a choice between the Deadly Darlings or the Blindside Betties."

Nazareth snapped himself out of it and looked at the stubby holders. Both of them sported cheesecake style pin ups on the front, but the Blindside Betties character reminded him a bit more Bettie Page. 

He gave her his most dazzling smile. "The Blindside Betties I guess. Thank you."

She beamed. "Good choice! That's ten dollars."

He handed her the money and she took his can from him and put it in the stubby holder and handed it back.

"You know," She drawled. "the Betties often come from behind." She winked and like that she was off, skating to the next group of people to peddle her wares.

Nazareth stopped his eyes from following her and tried to concentrate on the scoreboard, but all he could see was her standing in front of him. Her bangs weren't blunt. They looked like they'd been rolled up. One side of her head had been shorn, but not completely bald. Her face was pale and heart-shaped with dark smokey eyelids and eyes that looked almost black. She wore fishnets, tiny black shorts and what looked like a corset but he couldn't tell as she was wearing black cardigan over the top. Her legs looked like they went to heaven or hell and back. It took him a moment to realise that Jez was talking to him.

"Holy shit! She was absolutely smokin'!" 

Brendan nodded in agreement and Nazareth pretended to be nonchalant about the whole exchange, but the truth was he was almost speechless at the reaction she'd provoked from him. All three of them turned and watched as she skated to yet another group of people, further and further away from them.

Nazareth felt a twinge in his gut. He wanted to speak to her, find out her name but that would be too obvious.

Jez shook his head. "Her legs..."

"Honey put your tongue back in your mouth." Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Do you want me to hook you up?"

Jez closed his mouth. "Aww why would you say that." He gave his best little boy's look. "Besides, all I want is here." 

He whispered something in her ear and Cass laughed rolling her eyes. "Well if you're a good boy maybe I'll just put on some skates and nothing else."

Jez choked, his eyes widening. The both of them started kissing, forgetting about everything else.

"Ugh get a room!" Riley called out as Talli pretended to be sick, but then turned around to hug Brendan.

Riley shook her head. "Anyone would think they're all a bunch of horny teenagers."

Nazareth laughed, but his thoughts didn't stray far from the dark-haired woman. A couple of lines from her and he had it bad. He couldn't believe it, it was like someone had reached up and twisted his stomach into knots, not to mention the other parts of his body that had suddenly become hyper-aware. He barely paid attention to the second half, but saw that her words rang true. The Blindside Betties had indeed come from behind to win one hundred and seventy-five to one hundred and fifty-three.

Half the crowd raced to the track to congratulate the winners, and as Nazareth watched, he tried to get his head straight. Who was she? How could he see her again? Would he have to wait until the next roller derby? He scanned the crowd, but didn't spot her anywhere. He shook his head. Maybe he should just forget it. She wasn't really his type anyway.

* * *

It was easier said than done wasn't it. Nazareth let go of the mouse and rubbed his eyes. He'd barely made any progress in the last week with 3D prototype, and granted that he was ahead of schedule, he still wasn't one to waste time. He sighed pressing his thumbs against his brown bone. 

"I didn't realise the new model looked like this." 

Nazareth looked up. Lost in his thoughts he hadn't heard Ken come into his office. He stood there holding Nazareth's sketchpad with his wry look on his face.

Nazareth reached up and pulled it from his grasp. Several pages were filled with sketches of the roller girl, everything from her skates and legs to the look on her face when she spoke to him.

"I did realise you could draw like that. Perhaps you're in the wrong career." 

"Very funny Ken. I was just relaxing." Nazareth turned the sketch pad onto its face.

"Aha. Right. Just came in to see how you were doing."

Nazareth shrugged. "It's going fine. The drawings should be finished for the meeting next week. Don't worry."

Ken smiled. "I never worry about you." He patted him on the shoulder and left.

Nazareth slumped in his chair and let out a deflated sigh. He was going to have to put some hours in this weekend, but right now he needed a drink.

* * *

When he arrived at Brendan's place he found everyone congregating near the door.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Talli looked at Brendan. "Did you forget to tell him?"

"Tell me what?"

"Sorry man..." Brendan gestured in apology but Talli cut him off.

"We're going to the skate rink." She grinned while Brendan and Jez shook their heads.

"What for?"

Talli put her hands on her hips. "Well since bonehead here forgot to tell you, there's no roller derby for the next couple of months, but there's a fundraiser at the skate rink tonight." 

Cassandra laughed. "It's okay, the boys don't want to skate anyway, so you guys can drink and us girls can relive our youth." She wiggled her hips, her short flared out skirt dipping from side to side.

Nazareth shook his head, realising that the women were dressed in eighties' attire: fluorescent colours, pig tails and exaggerated makeup. He chucked to himself. "Well as long as there is alcohol I really don't care where we go."

* * *

By the time they'd pulled up the rink the carpark was jammed. It seemed a lot of people had turned out to support the fundraiser. The girls couldn't wait to get out of the car, so the Brendan stopped to let them out while he looked for an empty space. 

"Oh god, look at that." Jez rubbernecked as they drove up one aisle of the carpark.

"Look at what?" Nazareth looked out the window.

"That! That!" He pointed excitedly then slumped in his seat. "Christ it's a '48 Pontiac convertible."

Nazareth looked at the black car, parked on the nature strip. Whoever owned it obviously cared for it a great deal. In the evening light, it gleamed, the paint, the chrome, even the windows.

Brendan laughed. "Finished having your hard on?" He pulled into a space. "Come on, I'm thirsty."

* * *

If Nazareth though the girls had dressed up, he was mistaken. The outfits were even more outrageous inside the skate rink. There were women wearing lycra leotards, more wild hair and a lot of laughter. It was dim with the exception of the disco ball and black lights.

They leaned against the bar and drank as they looked around.

"Well I never thought I'd be spending my Friday night drinking at a skating rink." Nazareth shook his head and took another long swig. As he continued looking around, something dawned on him.

"Hey, I never noticed that the derby had quite a following..." He voice trailed away.

Jez smirked. "What? You didn't notice at the derby? Oh... I see..."

Brendan looked puzzled. "You see what?"

Jez was silent for a moment as he grinned. "Good old Naz here didn't notice because there was only one woman he was paying attention to."

The understanding crossed his face. "Oh yes. Rollergirl."

Nazareth frowned. "Rollergirl? What is this, Boogie Nights?"

Jez began to laugh. "Just look at him. I'll bet he was thinking of doing worse things to her than Dirk Diggler."

Nazareth rolled his eyes. Even if Jez was right, there was no way he'd admit that about a woman who he'd barely spoken ten words to. He ignored him and turned his attention to the rink. It had been a long week. He hadn't only been preoccupied, but sleep seemed to be eluding him as well. That probably explained his lack of progress at work, more than any woman. 

He was about to take another swig when he stopped, the can midway to his mouth. He shook his head and looked again. If he wasn't mistaken, there she was, skating on the floor with some children. This time she was wearing a one piece body, that dipped low at the back. Her bangs were pinned back iin a high poof. Nazareth watched her laughed and skate, paying attention to what the children were saying to her. She waved other skaters and made her way slowly around the rink. After some time she brought them in, skating them to their parents and afterwards hopping up to sit on the counter.

Moments later, a leggy woman with a mass of long blonde hair walked up to the counter. She appeared to have just come from work. Rollergirl looked delighted as she hopped off the counter and embraced her, kissing her on the lips.

It wasn't a friendly kiss, it was a kiss of familiarity, a kiss of a lover.

Nazareth's stomach dropped. He was disappointed, but also intrigued. They spoke for a few minutes and the blonde turned and left.

"Holy fuck!"

Nazareth obviously wasn't the only one who saw as Jez stood next to him. Nazareth turned his head back to the rink, feeling deflated.

"I think I just died and went to heaven." 

Nazareth shot Jez an annoyed look.

Jez threw up his hands. "What? I'm just saying. Tell me you've ever seen anything hotter than that. That beats all the porn I've seen hands down and they didn't even do anything." He patted Nazareth on the shoulder. "Sorry man, I would've never picked she bats for her own team."

Nazareth shrugged and drank the rest of his can. There went that idea.

* * *

A few rounds later the girls had come in for a quick drink only to leave again. Both Jez and Brendan went to the toilet and Nazareth had by luck found a seat to relax in. The crowd had thinned a little, no doubt past a few kids' bedtimes. He rubbed the back of his neck, relaxing in the nice buzz that the last few drinks had brought him. 

"Hey there..."

Nazareth looked up to find the rollergirl looking at him with recognition. She cocked her head to the side, putting her hands on her hips and winked. "Well if it isn't the derby virgin. Oh, oops my bad you were broken in at the last bout, so virgin no longer hey?"

"Hey." Nazareth gave her a smile, absolutely lost for words and that wasn't something that often happened to him, but is seemed to be repeating itself with her.

"Whatcha doing all on your lonesome?" She looked around. "I don't see your friends, except for the girls on the rink." She held her hand out. "Come on, you should be skating anyhow."

Nazareth started to put his hand out, but then stopped when he registered that she said he should be skating.

"Ah, I don't think..."

It didn't stop her. She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet. They stood eye to eye for what seem like an eternity, as she looked at him with that same well of intensity. Nazareth felt himself being pulled in.




Blindsided Ch. 01



She ran her tongue along her teeth. "What are you... scared?"

He frowned. "No."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come on, let's get you some skates." She dragged him along to the counter. "What are you? Ten? Ten and half?"

He looked surprised. "Yes, how did you know."

She gave him another wink and signalled for him to hand over his shoes. She then skated off to find a pair of skates and brought them back.

"Here you go?"

"Um, money?"

She shook her head. "Don't worry about it."

As he sat down to put the skates on, she knelt down and started to do his laces. While he was tempted to sit there and watch the top of her head, he tried to stop her.

"It's okay. I can tie my laces."

She looked up at him grinning. "It's faster this way. Come on slow poke."

Nazareth got up carefully. He hadn't skated in years, this felt like a really bad idea. He slowly made his way to the entrance of the rink.

"Come on, it's okay. She grabbed both his hand and pulled him onto the rink, skating backwards and she tugged him along." She looked down at his feet. "You gonna let me do all the work?" She looked back up, smirking.

"What?" He looked down and realised he hadn't moved. "No, of course not." He let go of her hands and started to skate.

"There you go." She beamed, still skating backwards, her hair flowing around her face. Nazareth's heart did a little extra hard thump which didn't go unnoticed.

He took a deep breath and found her turning around to skate next to him.

"So... since I can't call you a derby virgin any longer, what's your name?"

"Nazareth."

"Nazareth..." She sounded it slowly and he had to push the thoughts she was conjuring out of his head. She suddenly skated around to his other side. "I'm Els."

"Els?" 

"Yeah..." She sighed dramatically. "It's short for Elsie." She squinted with one eye. "But now that I've told you, I'll have to kill you if you tell anyone else. I think my parents were stoned or something when they gave it to me." She suddenly laughed. "Maybe I'll grow into it. I think I'll sound like an Elsie when I'm about eighty, if I get that far."

Nazareth looked at her, trying to imagine her older but he couldn't do it. He hadn't realised they'd been skating for awhile, when he looked around he saw there weren't many people left on the rink.

Els motioned with her head. "I think your friends want you Nazareth." She smiled at him. "Thanks for coming to the fundraiser." 

Before he could say anything, she skated away and there was nothing he could do except exit the rink as the opening came up.

They all started to speak at once and Nazareth put up his hand. "Let me at least get my shoes."

He quickly changed back into his shoes and refrained from looking at anyone. He didn't want to give any of them an opening until they at least got outside.

He copped an absolute earful in the carpark.

"Wasn't that the girl from the last derby?"

"What did she say?"

"How did you end up skating with her?"

Nazareth put his hands over his ears and laughed. "Too much. Too much!"

They'd barely made it to the car when Jez latched his hand onto his arm in a vice grip. His voice sounded strangled. "Christ, it's her car! It's her fucking car!"

They all looked over as she opened the car door and got in, starting the engine.

Jez shook his head. "That's not the original engine." He sighed. "Nice body and engine work." He chuckled. "Unbelieveable."

They watched as she roared out of the carpark and burned down the road.

* * *

"So.. what did she say?" Talli interrupted his thoughts as he looked out the car window.

"Hmm, not much. She recognised me from the roller derby and invited me to skate. That was pretty much it."

Talli looked at him sideways, not quite believing.

"She has a girlfriend."

Talli's head snapped in the direction of Jez. "What?"

"We saw her with a blonde chick, and that was more than bestie love." Jez looked like he was mooning over her more than Nazareth.

"Oh. Right." She patted Nazareth sympathetically.

He tried not to cringe, the last thing he wanted was pity.

* * *

After the rink, the girls were tired so they gave the boys their blessing and turned in.

Jez rubbed his hands gleefully together as if he was conjuring up mischief, but Nazareth knew it was more his personality and a bit more for show these days. 

The three of them caught a cab to the strip, getting out on the crowded sidewalk. 

"So... titty bar?"

Both Nazareth and Brendan rolled their eyes.

"You say this every time, and you know what the answer is." Brendan shook his head.

"Aww Naz, I can't believe you're not backing me up on this man, and you're the single one here!"

Nazareth shrugged. They went through the same routine every time they went out. 

"Midnight, Bond or Steins?" Brendan looked at his watch.

Jez laughed and slapped Nazareth on the back. "Well let's at least go somewhere where he can get his mind off rollergirl."

Bond was a kind of in the middle place. Not as uppity as Midnight, but more classy than the Steins which was sportsbar anyhow. The bar was packed and there were plenty of bodies on the dancefloor, the class was more in the dress of the patrons, rather than the music. They managed to find a table to sit their drinks on as they looked around.

"So what really happened?" Brendan took a drink of his beer while he looked at Nazareth quizzically.

"Honestly, nothing. It was pretty much what I said." Nazareth leaned on the table with his elbows.

"Is that true what Jez said?" 

"What's that?" Nazareth looked up at him.

"That she has a girlfriend?"

"I guess so. I don't know. I mean we saw her kiss another woman, you know, it was more than just a friendly kiss. I didn't ask her and frankly, it's none of my business." Nazareth took a drink of his whiskey. That was right, it was none of his business, but quietly he wanted it to be.

* * *

The night wore on and the crowd partied away like there was no tomorrow. More than a few people left looking worse for wear and Nazareth marvelled at Jez's ability to keep dancing on the dancefloor, when he couldn't be bothered himself. He and Brendan spent most of the night talking about Talli and how things were going. They'd been together for five years now and while Talli had always said she was happy, Brendan was feeling the urge to propose.

"Do you want to come ring shopping with me?" Brendan looked sheepish.

Nazareth grinned. "Are you asking me out on a date?" He down the last of his whiskey. "Shouldn't you be taking Talli?"

Brendan shook his head. "No, I want it to be a surprise. We might have to go out of town... Daytrip or something." 

"Sure man, I'd love to help."

Brendan grinned at him gratefully as Jez came back to the table. "I've had enough guys."

"Good timing. I've got some work I've got to do this weekend, so I can't really stay all night." Nazareth looked at his watch. It was after twelve.

Unfortunately as they made their way outside, it seemed like the whole strip had decided to go home as well. The rank for the cabs was full, and it was going to be at least a forty minute wait.

Nazareth looked down the road. "We're just going to have to try and jump a cab before it gets to the rank."

As he turned, he almost got bowled over. There was a flurry of movement and then there were those dark eyes.

"Hey..." Her eyes widened as she stopped abruptly, smiling as she her breath laboured. They were barely inches apart and the sweet smell of whiskey rolled off her tongue.

Nazareth clenched his fists to stop him from doing anything stupid, like reaching out and touching her. He dug his fingers into his palm and smiled. "Els..."

"Hey rollergirl!" 

Els looked over and rolled her eyes, leaning into Nazareth, her warm body pressing against his. 

"Nazareth..." Her hot breath flowed over his ear and down his neck. 

He felt his flesh prickle to his knees, stifling a groan.

"Come on!"

Her head turned in the direction of the voice. She looked back at Nazareth and gave him a slow wink, before running off again, in tight black pants and stilettos nonetheless.

Damned if she didn't leave Nazareth with a raging hard. He shook his head.

* * *

Jez was laughing in the car. "Shit, she sure as hell didn't like me."

Nazareth was silent on the way back to Brendan's place, and after the cab had dropped the other two off, he was even more silent on the way back to his own.

Before he knew it he'd showered and gotten into bed, completely on auto-pilot. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Nazareth tried to put her out of his mind, but it was no use. His cock wasn't helping either, the hard, heavy weight resting against his navel. Letting his mind run wild, it took some time before he could focus as he lazily stroked his cock. There was Els in her cigar girl getup, Els in that one piece bodysuit, Els running down the street in tight jeans. Then there was her long legs and cheeky grin, but if it was anything, it was her eyes. The way she looked at him, in a way he couldn't decipher, just dark and intense.

He imagined what she'd be like as he tightened his fist over his cock, rolling his hips as he pumped against his palm. Her on her knees, looking up at him as she took in him her mouth. He continued stroking, letting his fingers graze the tip of his cock, smearing his pre-cum as his fucked himself. It wasn't going to take long as he felt the tension. She made it so easy, but what he really wanted was to do everything he possibly could to her. He wanted to taste her, hear his name falling from her lips as teased her clit, but most of all he wanted to know what she felt like. In his mind he pushed into her wet, tight, hot cunt, then he exploded in his hand.



Blindsided Ch. 02



(There is no sex in this chapter. It didn't seem to fit.)

The entire drive home was made in complete silence. I huddled in the passenger's seat and stared out the windshield. I had no idea what I could possibly say.

He finally broke the silence after we pulled into our garage. He didn't break it much.

"Come on." I remained frozen in the car.

"I said, COME ON! Get in the damn house."

I fought back my tears. Ivan had never spoken to me like that, but I had never given him cause before. I followed him into the house and to the den. The den that in a happier time we had talked about renaming the "Family Room". Now I wondered if that would ever happen.

He pointed at the couch. "Sit."

I sat, with my knees drawn up under my chin and my arms wrapped around them. I couldn't take my eyes off Ivan. He looked so angry and at the same time so very sad. God, what had I done to him?

He sat in his chair and stared at me. Long minutes passed.

"For God's sake, Ivan, say something," I finally burst out.

"What the hell do you want me to say?" He almost snarled as he came to his feet. He towered over me and I shrank back into a tight ball on the couch.

"Do you want me to tell you about waking up this morning in David's guest room and finding you not with me? Do you want me to tell you that I realized I hadn't seen you since we danced together the night before? How about looking around for my loving, faithful wife and finally looking in the one place I would have never dreamed of seeing her? Maybe you'd like to know what I felt when you finally ran out of the house and I saw you standing there with another man's cum running down your thighs? Maybe you would like to know how it feels to have your heart ripped from your chest?"

By now he was almost screaming. I was crying now, great sobs that took the breath from me.

He dropped onto the couch next to me. "Marie, for God's sake YOU say something. Tell me why. Tell me what went wrong so that you sought love in my best friend's arms."

I tried to explain. The thing was I had no explanation. I couldn't recall anything much more than a wild coupling. I didn't even realize it was David.

As if that was believable. I remembered another couple we had known once. She would get drunk every now and then and act like the worst bitch in the world. The next morning she not only couldn't recall what had happened, she denied anything untoward took place. She didn't remember, it didn't happen.

Well I knew damn well it had happened. But I didn't remember much of it, and sure as hell didn't remember going to bed with David, or doing anything at all with him. Would Ivan accept that? 

From the look on his face as I stammered out my confusion and sorrow, he didn't believe me. Shit, I wouldn't have believed me either. It sounded so lame, but it was the truth.

Through my tears I did manage to tell him I was so sorry. Sorry about everything, about hurting him, betraying his trust, sorry about the events that had led us to this. Finally he had enough and turned away.

"I don't know what's going to happen. I can't stay here." He headed for the door. "I'll be back, sometime." The door slammed behind him and I heard the car leave.

I simply sat there. I watched the shadows lengthen and nightfall arrive. I switched on the lamp beside the couch, afraid that the darkness would claim me. 

It was the next afternoon before I heard the door open. I was still sitting on the couch. I was afraid to go most anywhere else in the house. Definitely not our bedroom. I had used the shower by the utility room to clean up, scrubbing myself as I had never done before. I had subsisted on coffee and very little else. Every time I tried to eat I could see a montage of David's back and Ivan's face and I would throw up. I slept fitfully on the couch

When Ivan walked back in I wanted to rush to him, to throw my arms around him, but I couldn't. I knew that it would be a gesture that I would have to earn from him. I just sat as I had been sitting, curled up in a ball on the couch and watched his face for some sign.

He sat back in his easy chair. He sighed and ran his hand over his face. He didn't look like he had slept much either. Finally he looked at me, for a moment. His eyes slid away from mine as though he couldn't stand to look at my face. How could I blame him?

"I'm not going to divorce you, Marie."

I wanted to spring from the couch and rush to him. God, I was ready to crawl to him for telling me that. I don't know that I ever loved him more than I did in that moment. But all I could do was whisper, "Thank you." 

"But things are going to be different around here, I can tell you that. You will never be in the same house as David. If he comes into a restaurant you are eating at, you will get up and leave." He looked at me with one eyebrow raised in question.

I nodded assent.

"Speaking of that, you will not go anywhere without letting me know where you are going and with whom you are going. You will not be alone with any guy, even in a social situation unless I know about it and okay it." He looked around the house. "I wish we could afford to live on my salary but right now we can't. Besides," and now he looked at me, "I feel safer knowing you are in the same building as me during the day. Unless, of course, you're fucking someone there."

"NO, God Ivan, never." I wanted to tell him I would never cheat on him at work but the words stuck in my throat. Until last night I would have thought I would never have cheated on him anywhere.

"There's more." He got up and began to pace, with his hands clasped behind his back. He looked at me and took a deep breath. "I may, or may not, decide to have my own affair." I started to protest and shut my mouth. He must have caught my flinching though. He raised his hand and pointed at me. "You have given up any right to protest that decision, if I decide to make it."

He stood before me. "Anytime you feel that you cannot deal with this, well, I'm going to give you one more option. Tomorrow we are going to the lawyer's office. He's drawn up divorce papers and will be holding a certified check for ten thousand dollars. I've already signed the papers. Tomorrow you will. If you find you can't deal with the consequences of your actions, just drive down there any day, sign them and pick up your check. The rest of our community property you will forfeit." 

I jerked my head up and down.

"You will not discuss this with anyone. Not even Evelyn, or maybe I should say, especially her. She's never liked me and she would spread it all over the company , hell, the whole town. Right now nobody but you and I, and of course David, know about this . Somehow I will talk to David and convince him to be quiet. Shit," he went on bitterly, "He owes me that at least."

"Oh, and I was planning on sleeping in the guest room. But that was a silly notion." I looked at him, apparently with some hope in my eyes, because he hastened to add, "You will sleep in the guest room." He looked away from me again. "At least you didn't fuck him in our bed."

I buried my face in my hands, but I was all cried out.

"Needless to say, I will not be having sex with you for a minimum of six months. After we see the lawyer, I want you to make a doctor's appointment and get checked for any and all of the things you might have picked up. David is quite a swordsman and there's no telling where his cock has been besides your pussy."

He rose and started up the stairs.

"I'm going to take a shower. By the time I get out, I expect you to have moved whatever you want to take into the other bedroom. I don't want you back in there until I say so."

When I heard the water running, I went upstairs to our bedroom. Mechanically I packed up my clothing and moved across the hall. I cleaned my personal items from the dresser, removing my presence from the room. I wondered briefly about my stuff in the bathroom. I decided to leave it. I could always buy more toothpaste and feminine products. I was not going to contravene his decision by going in there after them.

As it turned out, I didn't have to. Later, when he came to eat supper, he gruffly informed me that he had packed my "doodads" up and moved them to the other bathroom.

The next day we went to the lawyer's office and signed papers that could mark the end of our marriage. When we were finished, the only thing that kept me from being divorced was my signature on the last page. Ivan dropped me off at the doctor's office and I underwent a battery of tests. Everything came back negative but, as I already knew, it could take up to 6 months for HIV to show up.

Life went on. It always does. I fixed meals, I cleaned the house, I went to work and came right home. When I needed to go to the store I phoned Ivan and told him where I was going and I called him the moment I got home. I always used the phone in the house, never my cell phone so he would know for certain that I was really at the house.

I never saw David. I heard through the grapevine that Ivan had gone to see him and that there had been a lot of yelling behind the door of David's office and sounds that indicated that they may have come to blows. I didn't try to find out anything else.

Evie knew something was wrong from the very first morning back at work. It upset her that I refused to tell her. I knew that hurt, we had always confided in each other, but I had made a promise to Ivan. I had broken one promise to him and I was determined I would not give him cause to think I would break another. Finally she stopped asking, simply reassuring me that we would always be friends no matter what. I almost cried at that, but even weeks after that night I was still too drained to cry.

Ivan treated me civilly and correctly, but also kept me at arms reach. There were no words of affection, no touches, no hints that reconciliation was any closer as the days passed.

Once he slipped. I had made his favorite Sunday dinner and he had eaten two helpings of pot roast and was nibbling on a third when he finally pushed the plate away. He groaned in happiness.

"Thank you, honey. That was great."

I don't know if he even heard himself. But I did and I clutched those words to my heart.

Ivan continued to travel for his job. He continued his Friday nights out. I knew he wasn't playing poker with David but he apparently found another game to attend. He would come home late at night with the smell of cigar smoke on his clothes and the occasional chip in his pocket.

I once had to call him when I discovered I had forgotten several things at the grocery store that afternoon. He gave me permission and curtly told me not to disturb him again when I got home. I hoped that it meant he was beginning to trust me again, at least a little.

Then the bottom fell out one week just when I was starting to think that maybe we were going to be able to overcome this.

Ivan came home right on time. He often worked late, while I closed up my computer and books right at 4:30. I had made arrangements for a bit of "swing" hours so that I could avoid the traffic and be right on schedule arriving either at home or work.

He walked to the sideboard in the dining room and splashed whiskey into a glass. He came into the kitchen where I was cooking, added a touch of water and a single ice cube to his drink. He stood beside me and took several swallows before speaking.

He was abrupt. "I'm going to Chicago for a conference next week. For no reason other than sheer whim, I'm going to leave tomorrow and make a vacation out of the whole thing. I've cleared it with Mr. Jaxxon, the Vice-President, to take some time off. I'll be gone for two weeks, perhaps more."

He turned and looked out the window. Twice he started to speak and then fell silent. The third time he cleared his throat and spoke.

"I'm not going alone."

"Not going alone." Those words seemed to echo through the house.

Now it was my turn to find words failing me. I was pretty sure that he didn't mean me, but I waited for him to say it.

"I see."

"I'm taking Lynn Richardson with me."

Lynn Richardson. I knew her. A sharp featured blonde with a large chest and longer legs, neither of which she made any effort to conceal. Divorced twice, she was a good risk analyst but was never going to progress too much farther at Whitaker and Company because of that. Still tightly controlled by the founder and his sons, they were big on "family togetherness". She had a reputation for enjoying the guys and for them enjoying her. I knew that Ivan being married was no bar to her.

I searched Ivan's face. There was determination there, and perhaps, just a hint of unease, embarrassment even. He knew I was well aware of what he was intending to do while on that conference and vacation.

"Do you," I swallowed heavily and tried to keep my voice steady. "Do you want me to drive you to the airport?"

"No. I've made other arrangements."

"I see."

"I warned you this could happen."

"I know, Ivan." I turned to face him. "But Ivan, two weeks? Two weeks with her? Aren't you punishing me too much? I know you are still hurt but this is going to hurt me even worse. You're going away with someone, deliberately and leaving me behind. This is no accidental slip from too much to drink. This is calculated."

"Maybe it is. But its going to happen. I want my self-respect back. If you don't like it, go to the lawyer's office."

The rest of the evening was in silence. Ivan packed while I cleaned up from supper. When I started up the stairs to bed his voice came from behind me.

"Marie? Maybe when this is over, it will all be over. Maybe we can get back to where we started. A clean slate."

I looked at him and nodded. "I hope so." I climbed the stairs. At the top I whispered, "I hope the woman you married can still be found under the shell I've become."

I laid in bed and listened to Ivan leave the next morning. Getting up finally, I got dressed and nibbled some toast and black coffee before leaving for work. At 9 AM I called to make a lunchtime appointment at a clinic nearby. It was not the same one I had visited before for my tests. This time I needed only one test and I was pretty sure I knew the answer already.

I sat in the waiting room, unable to comprehend what I damn well knew what was going on. The nurse came and escorted me to an examining room. The test took only minutes. The doctor came in with a broad smile on her face.

"Congratulations!"

"I'm pregnant aren't I?" I answered her quietly.

"Why, yes you are," She seemed taken aback. "Is that wrong?"

"No, no, not at all." I smiled at her, stretching my mouth into an artificial grimace with no laughter or happiness behind it. I nodded and mumbled things like "Yes" and "I'll do that" to the barrage of instructions that followed on what to do and what not to do. I left with a copy of "What To Expect When You're Expecting" and a card with my next appointment scribbled on it.

That was an appointment I had no intention of ever going to. I sat in the car and collapsed into tears. Was there the slightest chance the baby was Ivan's? No. The time frame meant that David was the father, that the baby had been conceived on that night, unless of course I had been pregnant for three months prior to that night and hadn't noticed it.

I shook my head sadly. All the work, the effort, down the damn drain. I had no hope of concealing this from Ivan. Just when the possibility loomed that we could get our marriage back on track came this. This would shatter it forever. Ivan was not about to raise some other man's biracial child. And I didn't know if I could either.

For an instant I thought about an abortion. No, I dismissed the thought instantly. Regardless of my stupidity, the life growing inside me had done nothing wrong. I would not presume to dictate to other women, but I could not terminate the pregnancy.

I drove slowly home. Well, not home now and never to be again. I carefully packed everything I could into my car. Regardless of the agreement, I felt I deserved the car. I had brought it into the marriage, I was going to take it back out. The same for the contents of the savings account I had started when I first went to work. I had never closed it but my faithful pre-marriage contributions would give me a nest egg.

One last thing to do. I drove to the lawyer's office. He wasn't there, but his bored clerk found the file and brought me the papers to sign. She notarized my signature and handed me the check. She told me she would carry the papers to the courthouse and file them that afternoon. Because it was uncontested the final decree would be issued in 30 days.

I tucked that certified check in the trunk where I had put the cashier's check that represented the bulk of my savings account. I had left my credit cards in the dresser at my former home. I had one remaining, the one in my name that I never used but kept open because a financial advisor has told us it was important to keep credit in my name in case something ever happened to Ivan. Well, something had. I had lost him.

I stood by my car and took one last look around the town I had called home for so long. I pulled an old Kennedy Half Dollar from my jeans and spun it in the air. Heads I went north, tails I went South.

I caught the coin and looked. Tails. Climbing into my overloaded car, I started the engine and took the highway south.

(To be continued)



Blindsided Ch. 02



So here I was, naked, handcuffed to a beautiful woman, my ass was sore, and my torturers would be back in a few minutes after they picked up some beer. 

"Suzie, do you have a key for these damn handcuffs?"

"No, but we cant leave anyway, it would only make Dawn and Natalie mad." she meekly replied.

"Then we will have to put some clothes over us and get out of here before they get back." I insisted.

"No we can't do that! Dawn will be mad and Natalie, well I hate to think what Natalie would do to us. We will just play along until they are done," she said.

"I don't believe this! You are enjoying this aren't you?" I accused her.

She looked surprised then turned her head before admitting "Ok, yes I am, I mean if it were not for this evening I would never been brave enough to approach you on my own. Dawn and Nat have known forever that I had a crush on you. Natalie was a little mad at me because she liked you too, but she admitted that her attraction to you was only physical. When you never responded to her flirting she became angry with you and at me for still liking you. Dawn knew about all of this and when she got back she said we had some unfinished business to take care of. They are my best friends and I don't have many so I agreed to go along. I would share you with hundreds of women as long as I was the one you ended up with."

I was speechless. This beautiful woman was in love with me, and I think despite the strange evening that I was falling in love with her. She helped set up my rape and abuse. She watched other women have their way with me and not only enjoyed it but participated too. I should be furious but something about her made that impossible.

I just sat there in the silence for what must have been 15 minutes confused by what Suzie told me. I had temporarily forgotten about Dawn and Natalie returning. 

Then I heard it. The doorknob turning, they were back!

"I hope you two lovebirds had a nice time. We got more beer and a simple little toy for you to play with." Dawn happily announced.

Natalie reached in her pocket and produced a blindfold. When Dawn had put away the beer in the refrigerator and downed two by herself she strolled over and held my arms tight as Natalie undid the handcuff on Suzie's wrist and fastened it to the bed rail at the foot of the bed behind me. This forced me to my knees. Dawn then secured my other outstretched arm to the bed rail on the other side. I was now naked, on my knees, on the floor at the foot of my bed with my hands secured. Natalie quickly stripped down. Her nipples were hard on her flat chest. Her pussy was shiny and appeared juicy. She reached for the strap-on dildo that she had used on my ass earlier and began to put it on. Dawn grabbed the blindfold and tied it on my head so I could not see a thing. 

"I saw how much you liked licking your cum out of Suzie's pussy earlier so Dawn and I decided that you would probably be a pretty good cocksucker too. Maybe my cock won't cum but I can still fuck your face."

I could hear Suzie and Dawn getting undressed and it also sounded as if one of them had locked the door.

I could hear Natalie standing in front of me saying to Dawn "Do you have the accessories to this dildo you talked about?"

"Yes, let me get them." Dawn replied.

After a few minutes Natalie said "Now that feels like a real cock, warm and soft and look at all that pubic hair."

I could hear Natalie approach me "Open your mouth Bitch!"

I only opened a little when I felt a hard slap on my face "I said open, you little cocksucker" Natalie shouted.

I opened wide and could feel the cock pass over my tongue. It was warm and felt realistic. I was repulsed but at least it was just plastic or rubber. It is amazing how realistic they can make a dildo. Natalie began pumping harder and deeper into my mouth. I gagged once or twice but kept telling myself that it would all be over soon. I could even feel pubic hair go up my nostril and synthetic balls slap my chin as I was forced to deep throat this rubber cock. Natalie was moaning, Dawn was making some deep groaning noises that must have been coming from over Natalie's shoulder.

I even heard Suzie in the chair coo "That is making me so hot and my pussy is so wet. Suck that cock!"

Suzie's encouragement caused me to relax and really devour this hard rubber cock. I began to deep throat it on every bob of my head. I licked its warm shaft and hairy rubbery balls. Dawn began to groan even louder and then it happened.

I felt a large wave of cum squirt out of this fake cock into my mouth and down my throat. I almost choked but was forced to swallow it all, as Natalie would not remove the cock from my mouth. It tasted a lot like my own which I hate to admit I sort of liked. 

Dawn ripped the blindfold off my eyes and there standing before me was another man and I was sucking his cock. Natalie busted out laughing. 

"Dave meet Tim, an old friend of mine I ran into at the convenience store. I told him if he bought the beer we would make sure he got a blowjob." Dawn giggled. 

"How was it Tim?" Natalie asked. 

"That was the best blowjob I have had in a long long time." Tim happily replied.

Tim then added, "I would be happy to stick around for your little party."

Dawn went to the door and said "Sorry Tim, I promised you a blowjob and you got one. This is a private party and now you have to go." 

Tim left.

I was stunned. I sucked a real cock. I looked over at Suzie on the chair. She was naked and had been masturbating that beautiful bald pussy of hers and smiling at me.

"That was so incredible." Suzie said.

"You did such a good job that I think you deserve a beer!" Dawn exclaimed as she opened a beer.

Dawn poured the beer in my mouth and I drank it all down. She proceeded to grab two more beers and poured them in me too. I never spilled a drop but with all the alcohol I consumed earlier and now these beers, I was beginning to feel the effect.

Dawn and Natalie moved my tied hands down lower so that I was now positioned on my back. 

Dawn undressed and announced. "I am going to ride that clean hard cock until I cum."

"My turn is next." Natalie chimed in.

Dawn straddled my helpless body and used her hand to guide my hard cock into her hairy pussy. 

Dawn leaned forward with her hands on the bed and dangled her floppy tits in my face. I knew she wanted me to suck them and I obliged her.

To my surprise, Dawn had a tight pussy. She made no secret about how many guys she had fucked over the years and I did not expect to find such a tight hole. She impaled herself completely down on my cock, which felt wonderful, and leaned back. I was able to see Suzie on the chair with her legs spread wide and the back of Natalie's blonde head deep between them as she ate Suzie's pussy. Suzie never saw me as her eyes were closed.

Dawn continued to grind her pussy down on me.

"Oh yes! I am getting close! Fuck me hard Dave!" Dawn shouted as I tried to thrust upward into her tight wet hole. 

My cock felt numb as she increased the tempo. Dawn was now raising her pussy almost off my cock and slamming down hard to drive my cock in deep. She was using her hand to furiously rub her clit.

"Oh God! It is good to be the Queen!" She shouted. 

Ok so maybe she was having her own private fantasy but it was still my cock in her.

Suddenly Dawn was quiet; she stopped moving and began to shudder. I could feel her pussy tighten even more on my cock. She reached under me and grabbed my ass and pulled me up as if trying to pull my cock into her even more. 

I looked over and saw Suzie now smiling at me as Natalie raised her head from Suzie's bald pussy.

After what seemed like a minute and a half Dawn finally relaxed and looked down at me.

"That was fucking AWESOME!" Dawn gleefully shouted.

"I have never tied a guy down before and fucked him but I think it could be my new thing." Dawn said with a big smile on her face.

"Now it is my turn!" Natalie shouted.

"Look the little bitch is still hard for me." She said

I did not tell her that I had not cum yet. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the fear and humiliation I had suffered this evening, or maybe it was just because I had already cum earlier but I seemed to have more staying power now. 

Natalie looked great. Beautiful face, gorgeous blonde pussy, and had her tits not been so flat she could have been centerfold material. Tonight however I had seen a new side of her. This sweet girl from the office was scary and took enjoyment in my terror. 

"I am going to fuck you now and you will like it. Do you understand?" Natalie asked

"Yes bosswoman." I meekly answered as I had been instructed to do earlier.

With that Natalie climbed on me, lay on my freshly shaved chest, placed her mouth on mine and gave me the deepest, most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. Her tongue explored mine as she pulled my face closer to hers. I actually forgot my surroundings for a moment.

Natalie slowly pulled her lips away from mine and said "Lets see if you fuck as well as you kiss." 

Natalie backed her pussy up so that the head of my cock was positioned at the entrance of her pussy. Slowly she moved her pussy back to engulf my cock. I had to admit, this witch knew how to start out fucking right. 

Natalie sat up on my cock and slowly and rhythmically pressed her pussy onto me. She reached behind her with her hand and gently stroked my balls. Her next move surprised me most of all.

SHE UNTIED MY HANDS!

"Play with my tits you man-whore" Natalie surprisingly said.

There wasn't much to play with but I did my best. I took her rock hard nipples between my thumb and finger and gently kneaded them as Natalie moaned. 

I looked over to see that Suzie was now getting her pussy eaten by Dawn and seemed to be loving it as I heard her say "Don't stop it feels so good."

My attention was returned to Natalie as her tempo increased.

"Keep you finger here." Natalie ordered as she grabbed my hand and placed my finger just below her clit.

Natalie began to grind her clit down on my finger and moan even louder. Natalie would occasionally pause when my cock was buried deep inside her and just enjoy the feeling. Natalie's pussy was soaked as she poured all her juices onto my hand and pubic area. She was not as tight as Dawn but she did feel good. 

"Keep that finger there!" She ordered as she began to furiously fuck me. 

"I am going to cum. It is going to be a big one!" Natalie shouted 

She kept fucking me hard and fast until I too could feel my balls getting ready to explode. I began breathing harder and thrusting upward to match her rhythm. 

"Don't you cum before me!" She warned

I tried to think about anything non-sexual to delay the explosion.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Natalie shouted as she raised her pussy almost off of me and slammed down with each stroke.

Her back arched and her mouth opened and the only sound I heard was a big gasp of air. I then felt her pussy clamp tight on my cock. This was too much and I couldn't hold back any more and emptied my balls into her pussy. We seemed frozen in time as we both allowed our bodies the ultimate pleasure.

Natalie looked down at me and smiled. "That was great Dave." 

For the first time in over two hours she called me Dave.

"Would you like to clean my pussy?" She kindly asked as she rolled over onto the floor and spread her legs.

"I would!" Someone shouted from beside me. It was Suzie.

Suzie climbed over me and lowered her head into Natalie's pussy and began to suck and lick my cum up into her mouth. She turned to me with a smile and opened her mouth so that I could see my own cum. She then swallowed it. 

"That tastes so good, and so does your cunt Nat." Suzie said as she continued to clean Nat up. After another minute Suzie got up and said " It looks clean to me." 

"Thanks Suz." Natalie said. 

Dawn announced "There is still more beer to drink."

The rest of the evening we drank beer laughed and eventually fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning about 11:00am with Suzie resting her sleeping head on my chest and Natalie and Dawn gone. 

That was 4 years ago. Suzie never left and now we are married. Natalie moved south with Dawn the following year. We still party with them when they are back in town. Natalie never calls me bitch anymore and has even let me tie her up a few times. Suzie is the most wonderful, beautiful woman a guy could dream of. We have other friends we party with and she is an "anything goes" type of girl. Marriage is better the second time around.



Blindsided Ch. 02



Nazareth woke late the next morning, the edges of his block-out blinds glowing with the morning sun. He stretched, yawned and rolled over to looked at the clock, marvelling at the fact he was able to sleep uninterrupted for the first time in a week. If he got up quickly, he could go for a run, get a coffee and come back to do some work. The blind rolled up with a sharp squeal as he looked out the window of his bedroom. The grass wasn't too bad, he could probably mow it next week. He pulled a face. He needed to stop procrastinating. Pulling on his skins and a t-shirt, he padded out of the bedroom to find his runners.

The Schöneberg Marmion Remix pounded through his earphones as Nazareth's legs stretched over the uneven terrain. Navigating this area of the foothills was always a little tricky. Going too hard was a sure way to cop more than just muscle injury. He'd seen a few people with what the locals coined "mountain rash", after losing their footing and eating dirt. Not that he hadn't come close quite a few times, but he'd finally worked out the best route for him on the way to the sharp incline, and even then he still had to be careful. Years of runners and the elements had eroded away the grass on the hill, but it was rough ground in general. The music eventually faded away and the silence was filled with Nazareth's own laboured breathing. He felt the burn of his muscles and knew that he was going to pay for it later. He hadn't run in some time and winced as his footing slipped against the dirt, but his momentum kept him steady as his weight transferred to the other foot. Several kilometers later he was enjoying the view of the town over the treetops from the top of the hill. After a good break, he started the descent.

* * *

The sun was high in the sky by the time Nazareth made his way back to town. He stopped in the reserve for a stretch, then made his way across town to get a coffee from Percolate. He opted for a takeaway and stood out on the footpath while he contemplated whether to linger in town or drink it as he walked home. Taking a sip he realised the sugar hadn't been mixed in very well, so he took off the lid, turning to throw it in the bin. As he turned, someone bumped into him, causing him to spill most of the coffee down his t-shirt.

"CHRRRIST!" Nazareth instinctively jumped back, knowing the coffee was hot.

"Shit! I am so sorry. Oh god, are you okay?" The older woman looked horrified, as she stood and looked at Nazareth's stained t-shirt. She was holding a bunch shopping bags with her phone in her hand. 

He tried not to be angry, despite the fact that it looked as though she'd been busy on her phone and wasn't watching where she was going.

"Can I help? My goodness I am so so sorry." 

Nazareth waved his hand and shook his head. "Look, no it's fine. Don't worry." He couldn't bring himself to smile but at least he was able to keep his voice under control.

"Are you sure?" 

He nodded and turned away. He had no stomach for coffee now as he threw the rest of it in the bin. One of the staff at Percolate had seen what had happened and had come out with some serviettes.

Nazareth took them gratefully. "Thanks." He soaked up what he could, but the t-shirt looked worse for wear, it was probably a throw away. He screwed up the last of the serviettes and threw them in the bin shaking his head.

"Hey there..." 

Nazareth looked up to see Els parked at the curb next to him. He'd been so involved in cleaning up his t-shirt that he hadn't heard the car pull up.

"Els..." He half smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed at how he must've looked.

She pulled the sunglasses from her face and cocked her head. He noticed she wasn't wearing a trace of make-up. Her eyes were still quite dark, but she looked younger, more girlish. "That's not good. I tell you what, why don't you hop in. My house isn't far and we can get you cleaned up... if you want? Or I can drop you home?"

Nazareth blinked and gave her an easy smile. "Sure, I guess. I'd all but figured the t-shirt was ruined." He should have told her to drop him home but curiousity got the better of him. 

"Nah." She waved her hand. "Let's clean it up before it really does stain."

* * *

It was immaculate. The faint smell of leather filled his nostrils as he looked around the beautifully restored interior. Els changed gears and looked at him, before turning her eyes back to the road. 

"Thanks for this. I appreciate it."

She chuckled. "Thank me when we get the coffee out of your t-shirt."

Minutes later they pulled into a driveway. The small yellow bricked house featured a stone chimney and lawns were simple, but manicured, hosting a solitary streetlamp. He followed her to the front door as she opened it and ushered him in. Standing in the small hallway as she closed the door, he noticed that she stood a good head under him without skates or heels.

"Right, clothes off."

"What?" Nazareth was taken aback.

"Give me your t-shirt silly." Els held our her hand. 

He pulled it off and handed it to her, feeling strange that he was standing in her hallway, half-naked in only his skins. She on the other hand was wearing black jeans, a black short sleeve mechanics shirt and her hair was down. She walked around the corner.

"Make yourself at home" 

Two seconds later she came back with a black t-shirt, and studied his chest for a second before throwing it to him. Nazareth hoped that she hadn't noticed how his flesh prickled under her appraisal. 

"That should fit you." 

He pulled it on hastily. "Thanks." 

She smiled before disappearing again. "No problem."

Nazareth felt as though he'd stepped back into the fifties, not the family home style, but more designer almost masculine with the exception of a few items he noted, seeing the row of bakelite canisters on the kitchen bench. The corner fireplace had some logs piled neatly in the hearth, but it looked like it hadn't been used in some time. There was also a simple shelf tucked against wall with a stack of vinyls and a record player.

"Right." 

Nazareth turned his head to find Els standing in the kitchen.

"I can't offer you a coffee as good as Percolate, but I have instant, or tea if you feel like it. Or maybe a soft drink?"

He walked up to the breakfast bar and pulled out one of the stools. "Tea will be fine. Black and one."

She grinned. "Sure, that makes it easy." She turned on the ceramic jug and pulled out some mugs and sugar, then leaned back against the bench waiting for the water to boil.

"Nice place you have here."

"Thanks."

Nazareth looked back towards the living area. "Is that..." He shook his head trying to remember. "Paul McCobb?"

Els laughed. "I wish. It looks pretty good huh? It's a reproduction piece." She crossed her arms. "Impressive Nazareth, what else can you tell me?"

A wry grin tugged at his lips. Probably not what she'd want to hear. "I'm afraid that is the extent of my impressiveness today."

"So... you're a fit one. Run often?"

He shook his head. "Not as often as I would like." He shrugged. "As you can see, it was all going well until the coffee."

The jug reached the boil and Els turned to make them tea. She then grabbed both mugs and went into the living room. He followed her and she handed one of them to him as they sat on the lounge, balancing their mugs before Els gave in and put hers down on a coaster.

She gave herself a stretch before settling back in as Nazareth nursed his tea.

"So Els for Elsie, what do you do?"

She screwed up her nose. "Thanks for reminding me. Well, sometimes I work at the skate rink, sometimes get roped into helping out at derby but other than that, not a great deal. I'm an in moment kind of gal, but simple. You know?"

He didn't, but he nodded his head anyway. 

"And you?"

He shrugged. "I work in product design."

She raised an eyebrow. "Sporty and smart."

Nazareth laughed. "I don't know about that." He looked at her marvelling at how he'd gone from one roller derby to being in her house. "So if you're into skating, why don't you do derby... or do you?"

She gave him a small smile. "I did it once but I've got a weak knee. I get my excitement from the sidelines these days."

She studied his face for a moment. "You know Nazareth, you're not like other guys."

He frowned. "How so?"

"I don't know..." She looked at his as though she was trying to figure out how to phrase her words. "Most other guys, well the ones I have the pleasure of running into... I don't know." She looked at him dead on. "I like you."

Nazareth had to stop himself from chuckling, but he grinned nonetheless. "That's nice Els, I like you too... You had me worried for a moment."

"Worried? Why?"

He shifted in the lounge. "I'm not sure, you had me feeling as though I had to protect my manhood."

"Oh... right." A twinkle appeared in her eye. "You think that I was going to imply that you were less of a man."

He shrugged. "Something like that."

Her eyes dipped as they trailed over him, and he felt the heat flash over his body under her scrutiny.

Els gave him a cheeky grin, that slowly disappeared. "I assure you Nazareth, I have noticed that you are man."

He felt the tension rise and he purposely drank his coffee to give himself something to concentrate on. It was as if the shoe was on the other foot.

"Did you?" He murmured almost inaudibly, taking another sip.

Els raised her eyebrow. "I see." She gave him a lazy smile. "Grace?"

Nazareth looked at her, not knowing what she meant. "Grace?"

She shifted in her seat still smiling. "The gorgeous blonde that came to the skate rink last night."

"Oh." He couldn't pretend he hadn't noticed. "Yes, I think I remember... Your girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?" She shrugged. "Grace and I? Yeah, we're lovers. I'm not sure about the girlfriend bit though."

Nazareth wanted to smack himself in the head. This was entering dangerous territory for his overactive imagination. He tried to stop himself from envisioning them together, knowing damn well what would happen if his body got the best of him. In his skins no doubt. He suppressed a groan.

Els had stood up from the couch with her empty mug. "Finished?"

He looked in it and then handed it to her and watched as she put them in the kitchen sink.

"Are you..." He stopped. Was he really going to ask her that?

She looked at him for a moment, blank faced. "Labels are so passe." She disappeared for a few minutes and then returned.

"Ta-daaah!" She had returned with the wet t-shirt. From what he could see, most of the stain had come out. It was going to be salvageable after all.

"Wow, thanks." He smiled and stood up as she rummaged around the in the kitchen for a plastic bag.

Els handed the bag to him and grabbed her keys. "Come on, I'll take you home."

* * *

When they pulled up to his house, he knew that he should have just said thanks and left it at that, but he went ahead and invited her in anyway. To his surprise she said yes.

"Do you mind if I have quick rinse? You know, the run, the coffee..."

"Sure. Don't worry about me, you go have your shower."

With a look of gratitude he left the kitchen and quickly had a shower, relieved that he was able finally clean up. If he wasn't so taken by Els he probably would've said no to going to her place. 

Pulling on a pair of loose pair of sweatpants and another t-shirt he came into the kitchen to find that Els was sitting on the back deck in the sun. He slid the door open, closing it behind him and sat down next to her.

Els gave him a small smile and closed eyes, obviously enjoying the sunshine. Nazareth smiled back and looked her over, wondering what it would be like to hold her. He thought about the hammock he'd packed away during the Winter and imagined her lying in it on Summer days. Maybe asleep, perhaps bikini-clad, with one slender leg dangling off the edge. He had to stop for a moment and contemplate whether that was being borderline creepy. Strange that, sexually fantasising seemed completely normal, but everyday mundane stuff was probably weird.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Els watched him through lazy eyelids.

He couldn't help but grin, that secretive sort of grin. "Nothing in particular."

"Aha." She said looking as though she didn't believe a word. "What's on the agenda for this weekend?"

"Well, I had planned to catch up on some work. I managed to get a run in today, so all in all it's looking right on schedule." He looked around the yard. "Maybe some lawn mowing? You?"

She shifted so she was facing him. "Well, not much really this weekend. I might drop into the skate rink... Are you doing anything tonight?"

Nazareth shook his head. "I hadn't really made any plans..."

"Well you should come out tonight with me and Grace tonight."

He looked at her sideways. "Ummm, I don't want to be a third wheel."

"Oh." She laughed, her dark eyes sparkling. "I wouldn't want you to feel that way, but we don't bite you know."

* * *

Nazareth flicked through wardrobe for the tenth time. He honestly didn't know what to wear. He should've asked Els where they were going. Hell, he shouldn't have agreed. He didn't know why he was doing this to himself. It was self-torture at the very worst. Why couldn't he say no to her?

* * *

It took him a moment to remember his manners. Both Els and Grace had caught a cab to come and pick him up. He almost had to physically peel his chin off the ground.

"Nazareth!" Els was in a good mood as she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "This is Grace."

Grace put out her hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

He took her hand and shook it. "The pleasure is all mine." 

He was in trouble the moment he opened the door. Both women were dressed in platform heels, short fitted dresses and loose jackets. Els was in black and Grace was in cream. It looked like they had gotten ready together, both of them sporting loose wavy hair. Els had her signature dark makeup on while Grace had much lighter, natural looking makeup, her diamond shaped face framed by manicured eyebrows. Her lips weren't as full as Els but she was stunning nonetheless.

"Are you ready to go, or do you need a few minutes?" Els looked behind her at the cab.

"I'm ready to go, I'll just grab my wallet and keys."

* * *

Nazareth swirled his whiskey around the tumbler. Of all the places they could have gone to, they ended up at Midnight. Perhaps she didn't want him to feel like the third wheel, but he sure as hell felt like a chaperone, although the looks that he got from most of the other men was just enough to rub his ego the right way. He'd asked Els indirectly why we'd come to Midnight and why perhaps they hadn't chosen something that was more... he didn't have the word. Els had given him a look as though he was dense. When he thought about it, she was right. It didn't bother him, but a straight guy hanging out in a lesbian bar with two beautiful but unavailable women would have made him look like a putz.

* * *

Grace smiled warmly at Nazareth. "So Els tells me you work in product design."

Nazareth nodded. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to talk shop tonight. He'd ploughed through his work this afternoon, on a buzz at thought of spending more time with Els, but it was all fantasy.

"I'm not sure if Els mentioned it, but I'm a lawyer. 

"No she didn't. That must be quite an interesting job."

Grace shrugged. "Sometimes it's good, other times... Well no one ever really gets out unscathed." She paused. "Your company would have it's own firm already wouldn't it?"

Nazareth nodded. "Yes, we've been using them for years."

Grace suddenly grinned. "Well if you ever decide to shop around, we've got some good ones that specialise in IP and related areas.

Nazareth laughed. "Sure, I'll remember that. How long have you known Els?"

Grace stopped to think, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear. "Hmm, I'm not sure now, maybe five years?"

"Right." Nazareth nodded, only to hear Grace laugh. 

"Oh we haven't been together for five years." She looked up and smiled softly as Els made her way back to the table. "Els is a free spirit. She'll come freely and openly, but she's not one to be held down if she doesn't want to. What about you Nazareth? Wife, girlfriend, lover, partner?"

He shook his head. "No."

Grace looked him over. "Fussy?"

Nazareth was taken aback. He'd never thought of himself as fussy and the confusion was apparent on his face. "No, I..."

Grace laughed again, the soft echo was rich and infectious and Nathaniel couldn't help but chuckle.

"Take it as compliment Nazareth. You don't strike me as a man would would have trouble finding a woman. Well... unless you know, no offence."

"None taken." 

* * *

Somehow, after far too many drinks later, he found himself on the mezzanine level. He'd never been upstairs before, and it appeared to be a VIP area where people could watch the club below. It wasn't well lit and there weren't that many people around. They sat on a lounge in the corner that followed the contour of the back wall, where a part of it was bathed in darkness.

Nazareth leaned back into the soft cushion, enjoying the feeling of his body sinking in as he revelled in his whiskey induced high. It was getting late and even though the club had thinned out, there was still enough activity downstairs to keep it interesting. He watched absently-mindedly and realised he wasn't being much company, so he turned to say something but had to wait a moment till his eyes adjusted to dark.

He couldn't stop himself as his cock instantly hardened. Els was sitting on the lounge next to him with Grace straddling her. Her hand threaded through Grace's hair, gripping the back of her neck as they kissed. Nazareth took a deep breath and turned away and his gut twisted inside. It turned him on beyond belief but it was difficult too. If the situation was in his favour, he wouldn't say no to the both of them. What fool would? However he couldn't help this growing feeling for Els and it was starting to make him feel like a rejected school boy. If this is what it meant to be friends with her, could he handle it? 

He tried to block them out, but he could still hear them and goodness help him if his desire wasn't making ache tightly from his torso down. Anymore and he'd probably have to whack off in the damn toilet stall, just to get a hold on the situation. 

Suddenly he felt a hand latch onto his thigh. 

"Fuck." He mumbled, not knowing what to do.

It was Els' hand and he prayed she didn't move it higher, or else this thread of control he barely had grasp of would surely snap and he really didn't know what he'd do then. She didn't though, she just dug her fingers in and the pain was just enough to bring him back. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the music until he lost himself and eventually realised that she'd let go.

Without another thought he stood up. "Thanks for the night ladies, I really enjoyed it. Thanks for inviting me out Els." He didn't wait for a response and left the club.

* * *

Nazareth couldn't get a control how he was feeling. He hadn't been himself since he'd laid eyes on Els, his quiet confidence deserting him. Now he felt as though he was being slowly torn in two and he had to make some sort of decision, or risk finding himself in an unhealthy position. His chest ached and sighed as he stepped through the door. He wasn't obsessed, but wanted her so badly it was tearing him up inside.

Maybe he just needed to sleep on it.

* * *

When Nazareth awoke, he was surprised that he slept, smiling to himself feeling moderately refreshed. However his mood didn't last long as his thoughts went back to last night. If he was honest to himself, he didn't have a bad time, it was just that he couldn't help the way he felt. He cringed at recalling the way he left, it wasn't like him. He should've seen them home, and made sure they got back safely. He looked at his phone. He couldn't call Els, since he didn't have her number.




Blindsided Ch. 02



Getting up and swinging his legs over the side the bed, he sat for a moment, elbows on knees wondering what to do. If he didn't go around and at least check, he'd be racked with guilt the entire day. Sighing he got up and readied himself, expecting the possibility of a cool reception.

* * *

Nazareth felt slightly uncomfortable as he knocked on her door. He tried to prepare himself, for what, he really didn't know. It was probably his sense of guilt and mash up of all his other feelings that was making it difficult to keep his head straight.

Els opened the door wearing a tiny pair of loose shorts and some casually ripped top that had fallen off her shoulder. Nazareth had been prepared for indifference, not sleepy, sexy, bedraggled Els. He felt the tug between fight and flight and almost ran for the hills.

She gave him a small sleepy smile. "Nazareth! Hi. Come in."

"Ah hi." He stepped through he doorway as she closed the door behind him. He didn't walk in any further, he just simply held her t-shirt out limply. "Um, thanks again for the other day. I've washed it."

She smiled again, still sleepy-eyed and gently took it from him. Her voice was husky. "Thanks, you didn't have to do that." She then stepped up to him, slowly putting her hands on his shoulders and kissing him on the cheek.

The tremors racked through body. "Els" He gasped, her name sounding like a strangled cry. "I can't..."

Els hadn't let go as she looked into his eyes and Nazareth's control snapped, as he pushed her back against the wall, crushing her against him. His mouth covered hers, he just wanted to taste her... 

"Oh jes.." He choked, suddenly letting go, his eyes widening with shock. He was rocked by the realisation of what he had done. "I am so sorry. I..."

Els put her finger to her lips. "I'm the one who should be sorry, Nazareth." She looked at him wistfully. "I haven't really been fair to you. I just..." She stepped forward and touched his arm gently. "Please don't look at me like that. I'm not hurt and I'm not upset."

Nazareth found his voice and straightened up. "Els, I can't do this. I thought maybe I could. I like you, I like your company..."

For a split second the hurt crossed Els face, and he forgot what he was trying to say.

"Els..." He knew he shouldn't have looked in her eyes, her magnetism overrode any commonsense, but in that moment, Nazareth didn't care, whatever hell awaited him, he welcomed it.

In an instant they were on each other. He groaned into her mouth as she again kissed him back hard. She tasted like heaven and sin, and traces of last night's whiskey. The thought made his head swim.

Els lowered her voice. "Grace left not long ago."

Nazareth searched her face, Els' eyes almost black. "I see..." He slid his hand below the waistband of her shorts, but she didn't stop him as his fingers found her slick, her clit hard against his fingertips, as he lazily trailed them over.

A low groan escaped her lips as her head tilted back, exposing her creamy neck to him, and he couldn't resist trailing his lips over her flesh, feeling another groan escape from her throat. As they continued to kiss, he somehow found she'd navigated them back to her bedroom as she fell onto the bed, pulling him with her. Nazareth nudged between her thighs, gazing down at her flat exposed belly, leaning down to trail kisses across her belly. Only leaving momentarily to rip his t-shirt and pants off, then he stalked over her, kissing her and teasing her with his mouth.

A small yelp escaped from her mouth as he flipped her over, pulling her on top of him, kissing the same way she'd kissed Grace the night before, dominating her as he gripped her neck. Her hair fell over the both of them as his kissed her, inhaling her scent. Loosening his grip on her, he gently slid both hands against her body and over her pert breasts, flicking over her nipples. He pulled her to him again, sliding up her top and running his tongue against her goosebumped flesh, catching a hard nipple gently between his teeth. He tugged her top over her head and pulled her hips against him, catching the instant flash of her eyes widening then drawing down. He then kissed her again hard and then slowly edged out from under her. Leaving her on all fours, he knelt behind her. 

Slowly Nazareth ran his tongue down her back, feeling her shiver at the sensation of the tip of it against her skin. He leaned his body over her, kissing her shoulder and catching her lips as she turned her head. He slipped his hand once again between her legs and felt how wet she was. Slowly he pushed one finger in as she groaned and ground against it. Gently he probed against her wet lips and pushed another finger in listening to her long low moan. He pumped them against her, feeling her contract around his fingers. It really was like sweet, velvety heaven, and the thought of her wrapped tightly around his cock make his eyes roll in his head. Suddenly she pulled herself away from his fingers, half collapsing on her back as her breath laboured and looked at him through heavy lidded eyes. 

That picture was etched into Nazareth's mind forever, her dark hair spread out under her, and her soft lips reddish and swollen. He pulled his cock free from his trunks stroked it slowly memorising her face.

He gripped her loose shorts and pulled them away, looking at her glistening sex. It beckoned him and he leant down between her legs and kissed her belly once again. As he made a move downwards he heard Els gasp.

"Grace..."

Nazareth raised an eyebrow. "Did Grace put her mouth here?" 

He hovered over her lips, his hot breath rolling over them as she shuddered without answering.

"Or..." Nazareth's look turned dark and feral. "Did Grace put her cunt here? Does that mean that, if I put my mouth here, I'd not only be tasting you, I'd be tasting her as well?" He didn't take his eyes from her as he licked slowly up along her slit.

Els didn't say a word, her eyes black and hard as she grabbed Nazareth's hair fisting it in her hands and tugging him down. She'd elevated his fire into an all consuming inferno as he lowered his mouth onto her sensing that she wouldn't last long, but he didn't expect her to come the moment his tongue slipped over her clit. Her thighs suddenly tightened around his head, and whatever sound she made was muffled through her flesh as she came against his mouth. After a moment she relaxed her thighs, tugging him up towards her.

"Nazareth..." She looked into his eyes. "Do you want to fuck me?"

His gaze was predatory. 

"Do you?"

"What do you think?" 

She sucked down on her lower lip and gave him a wry grin. "You might have to go slow." Her eyes trailed slowly over him. "It's been awhile since I had man."

He tried his best to ignore the fleeting pride that sliced along his lower belly and concentrated on her. As much as he felt out of control, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

"Els..."

"Mmmm..."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

She looked up at his face and wiped her palm against his chin. She then propped herself up on her elbows and sucked his bottom lip. Nazareth shivered at the sensation.

"Please fuck me. Please slide your hard cock into me." Els' voice was but a whisper.

Nazareth let out a strangled breath. "Stop."

Els looked up at him waiting as he pushed head of his aching cock just inside her lips.

"Tell me. You must tell me if I'm hurting you."

She closed her eyes and nodded.

Gently he pushed his cock in, watching her face for the slightest flicker. It was almost too much as Nazareth gasped.

Her eyes slowly opened, and he watched her as he felt the sweat pool against his lower back. She was impossibly tight, even if he could've slid all the way home in a single stroke, he would've lost control and exploded. He watched as Els' eyes rolled, her head dropping back as she let out a long low groan.

Nazareth stopped. He was barely half-way. "Are you okay? I'll stop if it's too much."

She didn't bother looking at him, just shaking her head from where it hung back. "So fucking hard." She gasped. "Ohhh but so good." She took a deep breath and sighed. "So good Nazareth. Don't stop."

The way she spoke tested his sanity, but he didn't want it to finish before it began. He didn't want this to be a first and last. It was pure torturous hell, but she felt so good wrapped around his cock that he almost didn't realise he was up to the hilt inside her.

For several moments he lay against her, both relishing the feeling of her tightness and trying to regain some composure. Suddenly he felt a squeeze. 

"Woman." He growled flexing his cock inside her.

Els chuckled softly. "You gonna let me do all the work?"

Nazareth looked at her face, a light sheen of perspire covered her forehead and he gave her a wicked smile. "No, but I'm going to make you work for it." He began to move inside her, stroking only half way before sliding back into her. 

She raised an eyebrow as he stroked slowly, bringing his lips close enough to hers to feel her breath against his skin. Els had spent all this time torturing him, even if she didn't know it, and it was time for a little payback. 

Nazareth brushed his lips against her, teasing with feather-light kisses, resisting the urge to deepen the kiss as he matched his movements dipping his body between her legs, a slow sensuous dance as their flesh weaved together. Els moved her hips with his, arching her body against torso, her nipples dragging along his skin. He felt a smile tug at his lips. She wasn't going to take it lying down as they continued to move, sighing together in the thick fog lust as it covered them. Nazareth closed his eyes, losing himself in the way they melded together. His hair felt damp from the heat in, and prickles rippled across his flesh like shivers on a hot day.

He edged up the pace a little, testing her. He wanted to take her to the edge and ride her on it, just enough to make her crazy but not enough to send her over. Somewhere in the fog, Nazareth knew that he'd need help if he was going to last. He slipped his fingers between them and stroked over her clit, eliciting a long low moan from her. He matched the rhythm of his stroke against the roll of his fingers against her.

Els's arm suddenly shot out and smashed against the bedside, startling Nazareth and inadvertently setting off the stereo. Rock blasted through the speakers, filling the bedroom and Els' eyes flew open. Under the riffs, the bass rolled and so did her hips, thrusting up against him. Nazareth recovered and met her their slick flesh slapping against each other in time to the music.

It all happened simultaneously, the male vocals echoing as he felt Els tighten around his cock. Their gazes didn't waver as they came together, Nazareth's sense of everything highly sensitised, from the tightening of his balls to the hard grunt that ripped against his throat as he came, Els milking him for everything the he was worth. His arms shook as he tried not to collapse on top of her, surprised at how hard he had come.

The music had finished and the room was left with their harsh breathing. Els lay beneath him, sweat plastering her dark hair across her forehead, watching him as she trembled sporadically. He could still feel her cunt quiver around cock, causing him to twitch. Nazareth's arms were going to give, so he gently eased out of her and lay next to her on the bed, resting his forearm against his forehead. He opened his mouth, but once again he was speechless.

* * *

Nazareth awoke with a start, not recognising where he was. He looked down and noticed he was semi errect and stark naked, recalling what had happened. He looked at his forearm, only to realise that he hadn't put his watch on. Turning his head, he saw the clock on the stereo and found that he'd been asleep for a couple of hours. Els wasn't in bed and he sat up to find her standing the doorway watching him wearing a tiny pair of black panties and another loose top, looking slightly amused.

He raised his eyebrow and gave her a wry grin. "Hi."

Her hair was wet, and her smelt the scent of her being freshly washed against the musky smell of the room. 

"Hi yourself." Her eyes trailed down his body and rested on his cock, which was growing harder by the second as flashes of the hours before filled his mind. A smile quirked her lips and he watched as she tried to suppress it, but it reached her eyes regardless. "You must be hungry."

As if on queue, Nazareth's stomach grumbled. He smiled sheepishly. "Guess I am." Spotting his trunks he reached for them.

"Don't get dressed on my account." She was smiling cheekily this time.

He gave her the once over. "I don't know. I'm kind of vulnerable here."

"Vulnerable?"

"Yeah, not sure if you noticed, but you test my self control."

"Hmmm."

Nazareth got up off the bed and stalked towards her. Els stood her ground as he stopped in front of her, his cock just shy of nudging her. After a moment she turned on her heel.

"Come on, I've made you something to eat."

He started to follow her, almost groaning as he noticed the back of her lace panties cut generously up her backside, exposing a good amount of arse.

"I think you were put on earth to torture me."

"Really?"

"Aha." Nazareth took a seat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, as Els slide a plate towards him.

"I hope this okay."

He looked down at the plate to find an enormous sandwich. "Are you kidding? This looks fantastic."

"I hope you like ham and all that healthy stuff."

Nazareth laughed, and then laughed a little more at the fact that he was sitting in Els' kitchen naked with a hard on, about to eat a sandwich.

"I do." He took a bite noticing that Els' had a similar sandwich, but it was much smaller.

"You don't want to sit next to me?" He said between bites.

She brushed her mouth with her fingers. "I thought you were vulnerable."

He looked down. "I think I'm okay for now."

Els laughed running her tongue along her teeth.

Nazareth finished the sandwich, dusting his hands of crumbs over the plate. He studied Els and wondered what was next.



Blindsided Ch. 03



I drove with great determination and absolutely no idea of where I was going. I just wanted to be someplace else and I was getting there quickly. I drove down the interstate highways all day. I pulled into a well-lighted rest area and there, ignoring the sign that said "No Overnight Parking", I slept.

Maybe I should have found a hotel room, but I didn't want to use my credit card, certainly not until I could make arrangements to have the bill forwarded wherever I finally ended up. I didn't want to leave a paper trail. I felt like a fugitive, which I suppose in a way I was, a fugitive from my former life.

Surprisingly, I slept soundly and didn't wake up until the sun roused me. I waited until the restrooms open and freshened up and hit the road again. I simply followed the highway, going South and East until I reached the sea, three states away from where I had started my journey. Here, in the small town I found myself, I would start my life over.

First things first. Well, there were a lot of first things. I needed a place to live, I needed a job, I needed a doctor. Amazingly, my luck seemed to have changed with travel, because all three fell into line, one after the other. A casual remark by one of the county's deputy sheriffs led me to a perfect small apartment, the converted coach house of a sprawling old house owned by a delightful elderly couple. Not only did they make me feel welcome, they put me in touch with the owner of a local grocery store who needed a bookkeeper. Mr. Shaptner, the store owner, introduced to me to a female Emergency Room Doctor who held night childbirth classes, for free, which fit well into my budget.

I worked, I ate. I did the exercises and took the vitamins the doctor recommended. At first, I spent most of the my evenings at home. I didn't bother with TV, finding that I enjoyed listening to the radio and reading. Since I was being careful with money, that led me to the local library. The first night I walked in on a literary discussion group, and there went my Thursday nights from then on. 

As difficult as it was, I made arrangements with the adoption agency that my doctor gently steered me to when I finally broached the subject with her. Maybe it was weakness, but I knew I wasn't able to bear the strain of being a single mother of a bi-racial child. I feared that I would be resentful, that I would heap my own failings and the collapse of my old life on an innocent child. Much better to find a home where that child could grow up in safety and love.

I often thought about Ivan, at first anyway. I wondered how he was coping. Was he sad, was he upset at my leaving? Or did he regard my departure as "good riddance"? I had not left a note or any farewell message. I know I had hurt him terribly but he had hurt me back. I had certainly not expected him to forget, nor to forgive without a lot of work on my part, but things had gone from bad to worse. It probably was just as well it was over, for both our sakes.

Still though, I missed him. Many were the nights that I would close my eyes, slide my hand between my legs, and dream of him while I masturbated. But they became fewer and fewer. I had deliberately not brought any pictures of him from my house. I didn't want to remind myself of what I had lost.

Once I had settled in, I took steps to wind up my old life. I used one of the computers at the library to check the public records at the courthouse of my old residence. They showed that my divorce was finalized. I drove for an hour to a small city a couple of counties away and rented a box from "Mailboxes, etc." and used it to send for a copy of the divorce decree. Once that had arrived, I took the steps needed to reclaim my maiden name. I was no longer "Mrs. Cooper" I was back to "Ms. Wolcott".

I was settled in now, and comfortable, if not happy. I had made friends, I even went on a couple of dates. Of course my increasingly prominent belly didn't make for great slow dancing, much less any sexual offers. So I continued to sleep alone and rock my own boat. As good as I was getting with my fingers though, I missed having someone else rock me.

Then one morning I was adding up sales figures and searching for an invoice I could not find, my feet were suddenly wet. My water had broken. I was frantic. I was two weeks premature and had not had the final meeting with the adoption agency. Well, too late for that, as the contractions began and Mr. Shaptner called for an ambulance and his wife held my hand.

I won't go into the details that every woman who has ever given birth knows. Suffice it to say, it wasn't long before I really wished I had never laid eyes on my ex-husband, his friends or any other male on the planet. But I persevered. Its not like you can actually stop.

I finally managed to give that one last push. I heard a wail as my baby took its first breath. I sagged back in relief.

"Ms. Wolcott?"

"Yes?" I managed to answer.

"You have a beautiful baby boy." And with that the nurse laid a blanket wrapped bundle in my arms.

Oh no! I wasn't supposed to see him. I found out later my premature labor had caught the adoption agency and the doctor off guard. Instead of being whisked away immediately, I was holding him.

I tried to tell myself I wouldn't look at him. I knew if I spent even a little time I wouldn't be able to let him go. But my eyes were drawn to him, and I looked.

He WAS beautiful. His eyes were closed tightly. He had ten perfect little fingers. I unwrapped the blanket to see ten matching perfect toes. He was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen in my life.

And he was white.

Somehow, my hands moved of their own accord even as my brain refused to accept the sight before my eyes. I carefully rolled my baby boy onto his tummy and looked at the small of his back. The tiny irregular red mark was there.

All I could think of was, "That son of a BITCH!"

I was still in a daze when I checked out of the hospital along with Master Clifford Wolcott. Since I hadn't expected to keep him I had never thought of a name for my child. It had been easy though, once I thought. I had named him for my father. He and my mother had both passed away during my college years. And Clifford's last name was mine, not the man who was responsible for him.

For the next few weeks I was too busy to have time to think about the stunning surprise I had received. Stan and Muriel Ridgeway, my wonderful landlords and friends, could barely wait to start baby-sitting and let me get back to work. They had not had any children of their own and fell instantly in love with Cliff. When I came home one afternoon to hear Muriel murmuring to Cliff about how much granny loved him, tears filled my eyes. I was happier than I could recall being in ages.

Happy or not though, new life or not, I needed to deal with what exactly the hell had taken place. I sat down and methodically tried to list what I knew and what I suspected.

First and foremost. On that damn night, I had obviously had sex with Ivan. That was the only night I had sex in weeks and it never happened again. Therefore, Cliff was conceived that night and by my husband.

Therefore, Ivan's claim that he had not see me since we were dancing together was bullshit. The night was muddled, but I knew damn well I hadn't been with him before bedtime. So he had made love to me later on that night. No, I thought angrily, not "made love". The bastard had fucked me. And in a hell of a lot more ways than just that.

Had I had sex with David? I didn't know, couldn't be sure, but I damn well doubted it. I doubted it because I knew Ivan. If he had been in control enough to set this up, he would have never let someone fuck me. Besides, I also knew David. David didn't need to catch his women drunk and unconscious. He had them lining up two by two.

And why was I unable to remember much about the night? Yes, I had been drinking, perhaps more than usual since I was enjoying myself and the renewed attention from my husband. But not so much that I should have passed out like it seemed I had. Obviously it was too late to get blood work done to see if I had been drugged but I was leaning towards that conclusion.

Okay, it seemed to fit. I had been set up by my ever-loving husband and taken the fall for something I had not done. But, WHY? Whatever could have made Ivan do this to me? And then treat me like he had, like a leper when I hadn't done anything wrong? This just seemed so impossible. Had I misjudged the man I had married so badly?

I was pretty sure I knew what had happened now. I just didn't know why. 

For the next few weeks I considered various scenarios. Had this been some elaborate practical joke by someone that had backfired and everyone had run for cover? Had there been some compulsion levied against Ivan, and perhaps David also, to do this? I just couldn't come up with anything.

Then one Sunday afternoon I was just leaving the spare bedroom/nursery when someone started banging on the brass knocker. I rushed to answer the door. I had just got Cliff down for a nap and was thinking seriously about taking one myself. I didn't want anyone to disturb him. I pulled the door open and stood there in shock. 

My caller finally broke the long silence. "Aren't you going to ask me in?"

"Yes, please," I answered in a daze. "Come in, Evie."

She came in and I automatically cautioned her to be quiet. At her look of surprise, I tiptoed into the nursery with her and showed her Cliff. She was surprised. Apparently, however she had found me the information hadn't included this. I led her into the living room. She sat on the couch and I sat beside her. For long minutes we didn't speak. I would look at her and she would look away, Finally I had to break the silence.

"How did you find me?"

"Car insurance," she replied. "When you got your new policy, a routine notice went to the State office that keeps track of these things. I had a standing inquiry logged with them for any changes, explaining that there might be an outstanding claim on your old policy, which of course, we had issued."

"But I did that months ago. Why did you wait this long?"

Evie looked away. "I was embarrassed." she said softly.

"About what?" I asked.

"That when you needed help, I wasn't there. And," she hesitated and then plunged on," and because I knew about Ivan's affair and I didn't say anything to you about it even after I realized you had found out about it."

"Evie," I said softly. "What are you talking about?"

"Ivan's affair with Lynn Richardson. I knew it had been going on for months. I didn't say anything. Then I knew you must have found out, because you got so withdrawn and upset. I finally managed to get up the nerve to talk to you and then you were gone. I'm sorry."

I slowly absorbed Evie's words. Things were a lot clearer now. I was beginning to understand things. This is why we couldn't get ahead financially. I was putting money in and he was taking it out. David had undoubtedly been covering for him under the guise of the weekly poker games. Now I was completely convinced the entire episode at David's was a set-up to, to, to what? I still didn't understand it. Yes, it put me on the defensive and let him do whatever he wanted, but he was already doing that anyway. Why?

I shook my head. Evie was looking at me, shame and regret and something I couldn't identify in her eyes.

"Evie? When I had to go to that tax seminar..." I left the words hanging in the air.

"Yes." she replied quietly. "He took Lynn with him on that 'non-refundable' cruise. I heard them making plans for it a month before."

"Evie? For god's sake why didn't you tell me? It would have hurt, but my entire life was almost ruined. Please tell me you had no idea about this plan of his."

The look of confusion that Evie gave me was answer enough. I explained what had happened at David's and the resulting weeks and she almost fell apart. All she could say over and over was "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Why Evie? Why didn't you tell me? That's the one thing about your part in this that I just can't grasp."

She looked away from me. "I wanted some one else to tell you. I tried to slip the information to Human Resources or even the old man, but I couldn't let myself be linked to it. "

"I don't understand, Evie, why would you hope I would find out from someone else?"

"Because if I told you, I thought you would hate me. I thought it would ruin everything."

I shook my head. "I'm still confused. You always seemed upset about my dating and then marrying Ivan. Maybe it was unfair, but I always thought you wanted him for yourself?"

"No, my God no." Evie turned to face me and took my hands. "You goose. You never saw it did you?"

"Saw what?"

"Oh Marie, I didn't want Ivan. I just didn't want him to have you. I didn't want that because I wanted you." 

Evie looked at me, expecting I know not what. Emotions chased themselves through my mind. I had no idea what to say, what even to think. When I said nothing, she leaned forward, my hands still in hers. Her fingertips stroked the backs of my hands. I looked into her eyes. I saw a hestitation there, coupled with a suppressed desire I never had thought to see in the eyes of another woman.

Evie brought her lips to mine. I felt them brush against me and then draw back. She looked at me like she was expecting to be slapped, or worse, refused. I realized that she was waiting for me to respond to her revelation, one way or the other. She shivered slightly. She must be as nervous as I was. Something deep inside of me that I wasn't even aware of must have answered her, for she kissed me again. This time her lips clung to mine.

My mind was a whirl, fixtated on the thought that Evie wanted me. I couldn't believe it I knew she had dated a few girls but at the same time I always thought she preferred guys. Her lips were on mine now, and they were so warm and soft. I hadn't been kissed in so long and it felt so good as her tongue slipped into my mouth. Her fingers were in my hair and my mouth was opening to her.

Just for a minute, just for a minute. I was going to stop it. I was. I was. I was. Her hand was on my breast and she was pushing me back gently onto the couch. NO. I wasn't gay. I had to stop this, stop her hands pulling my top over my head, stop my arms going around her, stop all of this. But when she hesitated and pulled back slightly, I clung to her, stretched out on the couch and drew her down to me.

I wasn't a lesbian. I WASN'T. Her fingers were unfastening my shorts and I was lifting my hips for her to pull them down. Her legs were smooth and strong against mine. I put my hands on her shoulders to push her away and instead I caught her top and pulled on it until it came off over her head. Another woman had striped me and somehow she was as nude as me. I tried to tell her as her tongue possessed my mouth, I tried to tell her to stop. I'm NOT a lesbian. Then her breasts were on mine, and her leg parted mine and I felt the wetness of her sex touch me and my pussy was soaked and grinding against her. I made one last effort to stop, but my hand slipped between us and I felt the wonder of her breast in my hand and for right now, at least, I was a lesbian.

Evie's nipple hardened against my palm until it felt like a diamond point, surrounded by the softness of her breast. Her body was warm and cool and smooth, all wonderful curves with no rough hands or stubbly beards. She made love to me everywhere her skin touched me, from the side of her foot stroking my calf to the thigh pressing urgently against my open slit to the stiffness of her other nipple jammed against mine. A first spasm raced through my body and I broke our kiss to give a wordless plea.

I bucked under Evie and then her tongue was dragging down my body. It didn't stop as I squirmed under her but passed between my breasts and over my belly, leaving a wet trail on my skin. It never paused when it danced over my navel or slid over my mound. Evie pushed my legs apart and all I could do was to lock my fingers in her hair as I lifted my hips to her and she plunged her tongue into my vagina.

I flailed on the couch, only managing to smother squeals by recalling Cliff sleeping in the next room. Evie's tongue was a living line of fire in me, snaking deeply along my dripping silky walls, her mouth closing on my labia. I pawed helpless at her, trying to urge her to I knew not what as the earthquake hit me. I pounded my hands on the couch, on her shoulders, as I came in a powerful orgasm.

I was still gasping for breath when Evie spun her body around, straddling my face with her slim, smooth legs. Her face simply turned, never leaving the flood I was offering her. I looked up between her legs, at the folds and hidden places of her pussy, barely concealed under a sparse crop of fine hair. My hands seized her and I only marveled for a moment at the feel of her firm tight ass before I pulled her down onto my face.

I licked her, wildly, wantonly, loving what I was doing. She was already incredibly wet and the taste of her simply drove me wild. I sucked her swollen lips into my mouth, drinking her sweetness from them. I lapped up and down the open pink slit, mashing my face into her. Her tongue had never stopped and I tried to match it movements, dipping inside her when she entered me, swirling over her when it slipped out. Then I felt the tip of her tongue touch my quivering clitoris. I found her own pearl in its hidden nest and lashed it with my own tongue. Her breath exploded inside me as she buried a cry of excitement in my pussy.

Her lips actually closed on my throbbing nubbin, In return I flicked hers. Back and forth. Up and down. Around and around. Suddenly Evie rose up and settled right down on me, sitting on my face, almost smothering me in her womanhood. She slid three fingers into my quaking pussy and began to pump them as she ground down on me. My internal muscles clamped on her fingers and I screamed up inside her as I felt her give way.

The first rush of juices poured along my tongue and into my gaping mouth. As I reached my second orgasm, I drank from her, for the first time in my life tasting the sweetness of another woman's nectar. 

Evie and I spent the night together, getting out of bed only to take care of Cliff when he awoke. The love-making was intense and exciting and such a release from the months and months of celibacy. But...

In the morning I rose. I fed Cliff, changed him and sat in the rocker that Stan had made for me while he fell back asleep in my lap. Evie came into the room, looked at Cliff, then at me, and smiled sadly.

"This is all there is going to be isn't it?" she asked.

I was sad, but she was right. "Yes. Evie, last night was wonderful. Thank you, for everything. For coming clean to me about Ivan and most of all for opening this new doorway for me. But," I searched for the words, "But I don't love you. And, I think you don't love me either."

"No," Evie said as she sat on the couch where we had experienced such passion yesterday. She quoted the old saying "the only thing sadder than not realizing your dreams, is to have them come true." Her lips twisted in a sad smile. "Maybe this was just a dream, maybe it was a crush run amuck. But no, all of a sudden I finally have had you, and as fantastic as it was to be your first woman, the longing is gone." She rose and knelt beside me on one knee, brushing Cliff's forehead with her lips.

I touched Evie's face with my fingertips. She turned her head and kissed them. Then we shared a long, soft kiss that had no passion in it, only goodbye. She brushed the tears from her face and she was gone, closing the door behind her.

I stood and took a deep breath. It was time to start making some phone calls. I needed to arrange to take a few days off. It was time to return to where I had started and settle this whole thing for good. I thought about Ivan.




Blindsided Ch. 03



I took another deep breath. Good. I was pissed, and I wanted to stay that way.

(To be continued) 



Blindsided Ch. 04



It's funny, I suppose. When you've changed so much, you don't expect anything else to remain the same. I drove around the town square and nothing had changed. Well, I had changed, quite a lot.

I had arrived in town the night before and stayed with Evie. Truth being stranger than fiction, we had spent the night in unsullied chastity, even if there was only one bed at her place and we had both slept in it. The spark between us that had flared up so brightly for that one evening had pretty much burned out. 

The experience had left us friends again, thank goodness. Evie had been keeping tabs on the goings-on at the company, especially what Ivan and his little sweetie Lynn were up to. What she had found out didn't surprise me much.

I had spent the morning running errands and seeing certain people. The early afternoon had been spent with one person in particular. I had assembled all the information that I had collected, made some phone calls and visited the courthouse. I wanted to be sure I had all my ducks in a row.

I plastered a confident look on my face. I knew darn well I was pretty queasy about what was coming but I was determined not to let it show. I drove to my old house, parking down the street and walking back to sit on one of the two white painted chairs on the front porch. There I waited, trying to keep my mind resolute.

Finally Ivan's car pulled up. I had half expected him to park in the garage. That would have meant I would have had to ring the doorbell, but he simply stopped the car in the driveway and walked to the front door. His head was down and I had a moment to study him as he approached.

Damn, he looked awful. His face was drawn, he had lost weight and the lines etching his face made him look ten years older. Good.

For a second I thought he was going to trudge up the stairs and walk right past me without noticing I was there. He realized someone was sitting there and turned his head. It took a moment for reality to set in. He frowned for two seconds, as though he was trying to place me. Then his eyes opened and he turned a very nice shade of pale.

"Marie?" He tried, I'll give him that. He attempted to strike a balance between "long suffering injured husband" and "Thank God, you're alright" as he began to babble about how much he had missed me and how glad he was I was home and he thought he could forgive me but how dare I worry him and what possessed me to sign the divorce and..."

"Oh for God's sake, Ivan, shut up."

He sputtered. "What? You can't talk to me like that!"

"Oh the hell I can't. Maybe if I had talked to you like that long ago you wouldn't have had that affair with Lynn and then decide to set me up with a fake affair of my own."

Ivan kept trying. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Any so-called affair with Lynn only took place after what you did to me. I was ready to forgive you and you ran out on me."

"Damn, you do hang in there. Let's cut through the bullshit. I've talked to Evie, I've talked to Lynn, I've talked to David. My attorney, and yes I have one of my own, has been in touch with yours." I held up a file folder. "I've got copies of their statements, copies of the charge card bills and bank statements you hid from me that pretty well detail your little goings on with Miss Richardson, starting from your hotel rendezvous almost two months before that night. Now, do you want to go sit down and have our discussion or would you prefer I start yelling out here?"

Without another word he opened the door and I followed him into the house. I marched over to the easy chair in that same room where I had been so distraught nearly a year ago. I carefully placed my purse and the thick folder I had been holding onto the small table beside me and looked at Ivan.

He perched on the couch and I was struck by the irony of our reversed positions. Now it was Ivan who had to clear his throat before speaking.

"What do you want Marie?"

"I guess the first thing I want is some kind of explanation, if such a thing exists. Ivan, if you were that unhappy with me, why didn't you tell me? I knew we were drifting apart and I was trying as hard as I knew how to solve that. But if you didn't want that, why didn't you file for divorce? And for God's sake, why did you do to me what you did that night and then treat me like the slut I thought I had become when you knew the truth?"

"Marie, you have to believe me when the whole thing began I had no intentions of hurting you."

He stopped as I bounded to my feet. I actually took two steps towards him, my hand raised. "You didn't mean to hurt me? I don't have to believe any such nonsense." I managed to master myself and returned to my seat.

"Why did you start that affair?"

"For no good reason at all, Marie," he answered. "She flirted with me and I flirted back. I put the energy I should have put into our marriage into pursuing her. I was enjoying the feeling of being the 'man about town' again. I shoved you into the back corner of my mind. I made a conscious decision to cheat on you." 

"But I didn't want to lose you," he went on. "I thought it would be a one-time shot and then I would find a way to make it all up to you without you ever knowing why. Then I found myself enthralled. The sneaking around, the knowledge that I was 'putting one over on you' became as exciting as the sex."

I needed answers. "But why the set-up? All that elaborate trickery, just to make me feel as though I was the worst excuse for a wife on the face of the earth? And then, the way you treated me. You KNEW I was innocent and yet you seemed to positively enjoy rubbing my face in the dirt." 

"I thought you were catching on. I was sure that I had given myself away somehow. I knew I had left clues as to my behavior. Of course I was guilty so I saw them, even though now I realize that you didn't. So I concocted the scheme to make you think that you had cheated. Then I let that too get out of hand."

I nodded, almost sadly now. "I'll say you did."

He shook his head. "Unbelievably, I began to believe my own propaganda. I brooded on it. I managed to convince myself that maybe you really HAD cheated on me with David. I guess it was a case of thinking if I was cheating, then maybe you could have been also. It eased my guilt. As long as I could in some twisted way make myself the victim it was simple to go on with the affair."

I changed the subject. "Do you know why I left?"

"I thought you had taken all you could. I thought maybe you had run off for a little bit, that I had pushed things too far. But I thought you would be back. I was all set to 'forgive you' and hope that everything would somehow return to normal. You didn't come back and you didn't come back. Then I got the divorce decree." He snorted. "The clerk never even told anyone she had filed it. I had never even dreamed you would do that, I never thought to inquire. The whole thing was another stick to keep you from seeing what was really going on."

"By the way, when I realized what you had done I rushed to Lynn. I confessed the whole scheme to her. She didn't know all of what I had done. She might have the morals of an alley cat, but she was horrified by my actions. She threw me out of her house and has never spoken to me since. About me I'm sure. I'm avoided by the women as thought I have the plague. Not that I don't deserve it."

I said bitterly, "I can agree with that. But I didn't leave because I had taken all I could. I would have taken more, a lot more. I'm the old school 'stand by your man' woman. I left because I was pregnant." Ivan's jaw dropped. "Your set-up made me sure that David was the father. I know better now. I SHOULD have known better then. David is too much of the real 'man about town' that you wanted to be for him to be having sex with a passed out housewife. He never would have wanted me at all, at least not back then, anyway."

Ivan looked puzzled at my last comment before returning to the first revelation. "You mean, you mean we have a child?"

"I have a son," I retorted. "You, I don't know what you have. As far as I'm concerned your participation in Cliff's birth was that of a donor, no more than I could have accomplished with a tube of refrigerated sperm and a turkey baster."

Ivan was so excited that my words went right past him. "Don't you see, Marie? This changes everything. You can come home now. It will be just like it was before."

I looked at him, contempt oozing from every pore of my body. "You mean, now that Laura has dumped you, you want someone like me back? Well let me tell you something buster. If you think I'm still the woman that you set up, that you almost destroyed so that you could continue a sordid affair, well, you're wrong."

I was wound up now. As big as Ivan was, he flinched and retreated into the couch cushions as my voice rose to glass-shattering decibels. "Now then," I continued, "You sit down, shut up and listen to what I have to say."

"You abused me. You abused the love I felt for you. Physical abuse wouldn't have hurt as much as the anguish you put me through. Fortunately I was able to get some pay back earlier this afternoon before coming here."

"What do you mean?" Ivan's voice shook as he stared at me.

I smiled sweetly, leaning back in the chair and stretching my legs out. "Haven't you figured it out yet, Ivan? I told you that before I came to see you, I stopped to talk to David. And a wonderful talk it was, although I do confess there weren't many words exchanged."

Ivan's eyes were bugging out. He gave me a look filled with disbelief, which turned to horror as I continued.

"You know Ivan, hell, if you had wanted me to have an affair, you should have arranged David for real. Do you have any idea how hung that man is? 'Twelve inches of prime Mississippi Blacksnake' is what he boasts, but I've never seen a snake as thick as his." My legs had parted and my hand had slipped between them. Ivan watched in growing astonishment as I began to rub myself. 

"He told me he never, ever would have believed that I could have wrapped my lips around that cock. But I did. When I was deep throating that hot black cock he kept moaning and telling me that if he had known what a cocksucking slut you had for a wife, he would have taken me away from you long ago. He never dreamed a plain old white housewife could blow him like that." By now I was shifting back and forth in the chair as I continued to press my hand between my legs.

"Of course he liked it even better when he fucked me. He had to pound that old blacksnake hard to get it into my pussy, even after the kid. God, we looked so hot, his shinning ebony body pinning my ivory one to the bed as I screamed for him to never stop. His muscles drove him deeper and stretched me wider than any man has ever done. And his stamina! Holy SHIT! Let's just say I was begging him to stop before it was all over. I thought he was going to split me in two and I loved it."

"Oh, by the way," I tried to stifle a moan as I ground my hand against myself. "Speaking of babies, this time I think he impregnated me for sure. Damn, he must have pumped a quart of cum into my womb. And I'm at the most fertile point of my cycle."

"Oh God, no. "Ivan buried his face in his hands. "I can't believe you did that."

I sat up straight in the chair, bracing my balled fists on my hips. "Of course I DIDN'T do that you fucking idiot! How damn stupid do you think I am? I just survived a scare that lasted for months and you think I'm going to start the cycle all over again? Besides, David, if you haven't heard, has met a wonderful girl at his church and is getting engaged. We talked and he apologized again and again for his part in your trick. He said, and I believe him, that he had no idea you would go so far."

I stood up. "Doesn't feel good does it? And I suffered that for months and months as opposed to your five minutes of misery."

I let the anger shake me for another minute. Then I took a deep breath and held it until I stopped shaking. When I let that breath out, I let all my rage flow with it, leaving me calm and centered.

"Enough. Ivan, I've considered a couple of elaborate schemes to get my revenge on you, to make you hurt as bad as you hurt me. I know I could make you lose your job. I could file criminal charges against you. Those blood tests you made me get? All sorts of things show up, including drugs. I wondered why the memories of that night were so disjointed. And that settlement? My friends include a very sweet high ranking police couple in my new home town. They had me talk to the DA there. Does the word 'Conspiracy' mean anything to you? I assure you that David and Evie and anyone else would testify in a minute."

I picked up the folder I had brought in with me. "But that's not going to happen. Not because I have any feelings for you, but if you're out of a job or in jail, you can't make child support payments. Besides," my voice grew reflective, and a bit sad, as I thought again how things with this man had turned out. "Besides, I'm not going to waste any more of my life on you. I've wasted enough heartache and anguish for a lifetime. I'm going to live in the future, not dwell in the past."

I handed him the folder. "So here. Our new and improved financial agreement. I get the full 50 percent of what we had at the time of our divorce. I'm even giving you credit for the ten thousand dollars. However you're going to pony up for the expenses of your little cruise and all the other amenities you showered on Lynn. In addition, you agree to pay the usual ten percent of your pre-tax salary as child support until Cliff reaches 18, or until he finishes college. You can go over it with your lawyer, he has a copy. He will suggest you sign it. He doesn't like the "C" word much either."

I gathered my things and looked at him. "Any questions?" He shook his head without a word. I nodded and walked to the door.

"Goodbye, Ivan." And I never looked back the entire drive home.

A year has passed since I confronted Ivan. I still talk to Evie sometimes. I don't ask about Ivan and she doesn't tell me. That's a page of my life that has been turned. I still sometimes wonder how things would have been if Ivan had been strong enough to resist the urge to cheat or even not fallen for that wild plan to cover his tracks. But I don't waste a lot of time with those thoughts.

I still live in the coach house, with Cliff's wonderful adopted grandparents. I still work at the grocery store. Yes, I could buy a house and I could probably get a more prestigious job, but I'm happy where I am. I have many friends in this warm town. When Cliff and I go out we spend half our time waving and calling greetings across the street and talking to the people we know.

The child support that Ivan pays every month goes into a trust fund for Cliff and his college education. I did use part of my new settlement to buy a mini-van and I've redecorated the coach house and, with Stan and Muriel's permission, converted the upper floor to additional bedrooms.

Why would I need additional bedrooms? Because I'm still hopeful. I mistook Ivan. I didn't understand that although he was physically strong and handsome, he was weak in the clutch. So be it. I don't hate him, I just feel vaguely sorry for him. Because he'll never have me again, and I've decided that I'm a pretty darn good catch.

Not long ago we talked on the phone. He'd like to see his son someday. That's good, not for the world would I keep him from doing that. He even asked about possibly having Cliff spend the weekend with him when he's older. There's a wistfulness in his voice when he talks about the things they might do together. That's wonderful. A man SHOULD take his son to the ball game, fishing (not that Ivan is a fisherman), camping, the things a boy and his father need to do together.

I'd like to have more children. I'd like to find someone to share my life with again, someone I can trust. That may take a while. I have dated. Of all things, that charming ER Doctor and I went out several times. Nothing serious, although she spent the night a couple of times. She recently met this guy she really likes and now we just wink at each other. She did introduce me to an EMT who works at her hospital and he's pretty darn cute. I'm thinking that Cliff may need to spend Saturday night and his "grandparents" again.

"Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger." It has for me. When I look in the mirror now I see a woman who can stand on her own two feet and live her own life. So until I find that person I can walk with, I won't be afraid to walk by myself.

(The End)

(Thanks to my friend RPSuch for his wonderful story "Too Far" which gave me the idea for this one. Thanks as always to Marian, my editor and my friend. She does a wonderful job. I continue to work a story up to the moment I submit it so she doesn't always see everything. In any case, the responsibility for errors is always mine.)