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Caller ID Ch. 01

By: Kathi



"There, that should do it!" Maggie finished and looked over the group of coaches and assistants gathered around her. 

Leaning back against her car she smiled and said, "Get your team members together and pass on the information they need to get the season started. I'm looking forward to working with y'all."

She and the other coaches had just finished making the team selections after watching the girls practice for the third day. The coaches went back to the girls waiting to hear about the selections and she started gathering her papers together when she looked up from her clipboard and saw two, strong-looking, dark-skinned, hairy legs displaying several scars and lumps standing in front of her.

Raising her eyes she noted the blue soccer shorts embroidered with the Italian Soccer team emblem hanging on trim hips blending into a narrow waist topped by a broad chest almost covered with a mesh tank top showing his nipples. Maggie eyes paused for a moment on his chest before moving up to see a white-toothed, smiling face looking down on her from over six feet above the ground. 

"Ciao! Buona mattina! Good morning!" he said through his smile. 

Maggie turned towards Jack, the league director, standing next to him and raised her eyebrows in a quizzical gesture.

Jack smiled and said, "Maggie Phillips, meet Roberto da Silva. Roberto, meet Maggie! Maggie is the Trainer and the Sports Medicine Specialist at the College of Charleston. Maggie, Roberto is a rising sophomore at FSU. He's staying with his aunt and uncle for the summer and he wants to help with the city's soccer program. He's on a soccer scholarship so he knows a little about the game. Don't you, Roberto?"

Maggie's hand disappeared within Roberto's grasp when he enveloped it with both of his and gently held it rather than shaking it.

"I am honored, Miss Phillips," he said with a slight bow. "I hear much about you from Director Eppes. You ranked second in the United States in college." 

"Well, thank you," she stammered. Her hand was still trapped in his but she felt no desire to pull it away. "He probably exaggerated a little. He's known to do that. Aren't you Jack?"

"Maggie. I've got to get going. Will you take care of Roberto for me and show him around. He's willing to help out wherever you want him. See you later."

"Arrivederci, good-bye," Roberto said when Jack turned and walked away.

Maggie said, "Bye," to his retreating back.

"Your body is very young, si?" Roberto observed as his eyes swept up and down her figure. "Your hands, they are strong and your legs are long and strong. You are a goalkeeper, yes?" 

Maggie could feel his eyes as they surveyed her.

"Uh, yes," she replied and attempted to pull her hand from within his grasp. "Where did you play?"

"I go private school and train at Univerista' dei Stranieri, Italian University Soccer Boarding School in Perugia. I have place with pro football team but il mio padre, my father, insist I must have first an education. Florida State University give me soccer scholarship and I go to school."

"Wow!" Maggie exclaimed while thinking that his accent was sexy. "That's quite a background for a young man."

"How may I help?" he asked.

"You can start by giving me my hand back," she laughed and attempted to pull it away but he held on and looked carefully over them.

"Your hands not like mine. My fingers broken and twisted from hits with balls. Yours are femminile yet so strong."

Maggie retrieved her hand and blushed at his remarks.

"You talk more like an Irishman full of Blarney than an Italian," she said. "I thought Italians were romantic."

"I am that also," he responded. "Maybe later you see. How may I help?"

Maggie showed him the list of teams and outlined the teaching programs that she wanted to institute. At first, she felt a little uncomfortable with him standing close behind her and looking over her shoulder but she soon relaxed. 

Turning towards the field, she said, "Let's go meet the other coaches and I'll introduce you to the players if there are any left. We already turned some loose for the day."

"Hokay," he replied and fell into step alongside of her.

"Careful!" he said and held her waist to maneuver her around a puddle in the gravel parking lot. "Your shoes, they get wet."

The girls all swooned after him while he was being introduced. They were giggling and primping as they whispered back and forth. They finally got them settled down and after another hour of light practice Maggie told the coaches to release their players and to keep her informed as to any problems since the summer season started in another week. She watched as Roberto walked to a van sporting a TV antenna on its raised roof and get in and start the engine. 

"Nice butt! Quite a rig for such a young boy," she said and turned to open her car's door. 

Startled by the sound of a horn, she turned and saw Roberto waving at her just before he pulled away.

"Who does he think I am?" she wondered. "A high school girl?"

Marvin wasn't home and the girls had stopped at a friend's house after the team selection so the house was empty when she got there. Stripping off her sweaty clothes she started the shower and stood under the hot water. The girls' summer soccer league was off to a good start. It would give her something to do until the college season started later on towards fall. 

She couldn't stand to be bored and with Marvin's dental office schedule and his golf and poker playing doctor friends she didn't see much of him. This would also help the girls stay busy and keep them out of trouble. 

Megan had to stay in shape since she would be a starter on her high school soccer team in the fall and Jessica just needed something to do to keep her away from the boys that hung around her since she turned 16.

"I think I'll take a swim before everyone gets home," she said into the steam of the shower. "I need some more sun than just on my arms and legs."

Caller ID Ch. 02



The rest of the weekend went by with nothing exciting happening except when she got a call from Roberto. Jessica answered the phone on Sunday afternoon and giggled when she told her mother who it was on the other end.

"He's cute, isn't he?" she giggled. "A real Italian."

It was a quick conversation with Roberto wanting to know what time practice started on Monday evening. He asked if she wanted him to pick her up but she declined and said that she preferred to drive her own car to practice.

"That was a little strange," she thought when she hung up the phone. "He's a little forward for a 19-year old but maybe he's just trying to be nice."

Roberto became a little more familiar with her at each day's practice. He was a big help with the high school girls. He called her Miss Phillips and he let everyone know that she was the boss but it was after practice that his attitude changed. He always hung around and helped her with what she called her "homework." She thought it was cute that he had asked permission to use her first name and he called her "Moggie" when they were alone. He definitely knew his soccer and she enjoyed the exchange of comments about various players and made plans to give extra help to some of the girls who were having problems or could use a few extra tips. 

They usually stood next to her car using the narrow hood for a desk as they sorted their papers and designed plays for the team. She became accustomed to his habit of standing behind her and leaning over her shoulder. Each time he pointed something out he would reach around her and she could feel his body pressing against hers. She didn't object to his close presence and in fact she enjoyed it. He would frequently extend his arm under hers and it was during those times that she became aware of her growing attraction to him.

The first time that his hand brushed across the side of her breast she gave a little jump but thought it was just an accident and forgot about it. A few days later he did the same thing but this time he kept his forearm pressed against the side of her breast as he pointed out some flaws in her play diagram. She found she liked the contact and she didn't pull away or move so that he was no longer touching her. He repeated the contact a few minutes later and this time she allowed herself to enjoy the sensation to the point where she felt her nipples become engorged in the confines of her sports bra.

The thick material of her bra did not make her arousal visible but she felt a warmth spread through her body that concentrated itself in her groin. Her face felt hot and she held her breath as she waited for his next move. To her disappointment or relief, she wasn't entirely sure, it didn't come and he backed away from her and began to gather his gear in preparation for leaving the field.

She followed suit and gathered her belongings and arranged them in the back of her PT Cruiser. When she stood up to close the hatch she found him standing behind her and staring at her with a little smile on his face. 

"Was he looking at my butt?" she wondered and closed the hatch.

He waited at the driver's door and removing his towel from around his neck he wiped his sweat from his face and neck and placed the towel on the roof of the car before opening the door for her. 

Maggie had to duck under his arm to slide into the driver's seat and in doing so she found her face only inches away from his almost naked chest. She inhaled the smell of his sweaty body and was mildly surprised that it didn't offend her. Pausing for a moment she lightly sniffed the air and found to her surprise that his slightly sour odor heightened the arousal bubbling in her crotch. Glancing up at his face she saw him smile and she thought she detected a little smirk as she lowered herself into her seat and he closed the door for her.

"Careful, the little snit knows what he is doing!" she rebuked herself. "Now don't act like a fool."

He was saying something but she wasn't paying attention because the bulging crotch of his thin soccer shorts was almost touching her face. A flash of desire raced through her body and wildly crazy urge came over her when she seriously contemplated rubbing her face against him before she snapped out of it and fumbled for the keys in her purse.

Inserting the key into the ignition she started the car and turned back towards the door to find him squatting alongside of the car with his face in the open window. 

"Buona sera, good evening. See you tomorrow," he whispered through another one of his smiles. Dropping his eyes he appeared to be staring at her lips and she unconsciously wet them with her tongue.

"I don't have any lipstick on," she thought and shaking her head in annoyance at her perverted attraction to this young man she turned to the front and shifting the car into gear she said her own goodbye as she pulled away faster than was necessary.

Marvin was home when she got there. His office hours were usually over at five on Thursdays. 

"Hi, sweetheart!" he said when he greeted her out by the pool. "How was your practice?"

"Pretty good," she replied. "The team is shaping up. I'm going to take a shower. I'll be right back down."

"Do you need any help?" he smiled. "I'll be glad to wash your back and your front if you want."

"No. The girls will be home soon. Why don't you put a pizza in the oven? They'll be hungry."

"OK, but my offer is still good for later."

Maggie examined her body in the full-length mirror on the closet door. She thought she still looked good for a 41-year old mother of two. Even though the flirting encounter was exciting and arousing, it was also frightening. She knew that she was walking on dangerous sands around Roberto and she would have to be careful to not let the situation get out of hand. Roberto's attention to her made her feel young and vibrant to the point where she almost felt like one of the girls she was coaching.

"You fool!" she said into the shower noise. "He's only a kid and you're married."

Marvin fell asleep in his chair while watching the early news but he jumped awake when she said she was going to go to bed. The girls were already in bed or at least they were in their bedrooms.

Roberto's attentions were still fresh in her mind when Marvin pulled her towards him. She didn't resist and after a few kisses she got into the mood and responded to him. She could feel her panties getting wet and she pulled them off before they got soaked. Marvin was already nude when she had returned from the bathroom and he helped her off with her tee shirt and immediately attacked her breasts.

He was not the most considerate lover but he almost always brought her to a peak of arousal and satisfied her every time they made love. When he rolled over her and knelt between her legs she had a sudden flash image of Roberto's dark chest and arms. The only light was coming from the cracked bathroom door and when she reached down and fitted Marv into her opening she saw Roberto again. 

Maggie's passion rose to a peak in record time. She raised her hips and aligned them with Marv's so his penetration was deeper than usual. She heard herself grunt with pleasure when he pushed into her and she met each one of his pushes with one of her own.

She tried to recall Roberto's scent but all she could smell was Marv's deodorant as she fought to reach her climax. Marv crushed his lips against hers and they panted into each other's mouths until they reached a climax with that perfect timing that comes from long-married practice.

Marv rolled off of her and lay facing her as his breathing returned to normal.

"Um, that was nice!" he said and kissed her before rolling over and settling himself to go to sleep.



Caller ID Ch. 03



The very next day was the first time that Roberto did anything overtly sexual with her. A thunderstorm started in the middle of practice and Maggie told everyone to go home and the kids and coaches immediately scattered to their respective cars and took off. Her car was at the other end of the parking lot so he pulled her by the hand and they ran to his van parked nearby. The climbed in through the side door and she was amazed at the customized interior. There was a TV set with a little sink and a refrigerator above it and the floor was carpeted. Instead of individual seats there was a sofa-like seat along the wall behind the driver. He slid the door shut and with the tinted windows it was almost dark inside. He reached over the driver's seat and turned on the engine to run the air conditioning before he plopped down on the seat next to her.

She was soaking wet and her sports bra and tank top were plastered tightly against her skin. Roberto pulled off his shirt and handed her a towel. She leaned forward to pull the scrunchie from her hair and she felt him tug on the towel. Looking up at him from behind her hair she felt him tug a little harder and she let him take the towel from her hands.

"Here, il mio bello, I do that," he said and covered her head with the towel. 

"Bello what?" she thought. "Bello means beautiful or something, I think. What's he saying?"

She stayed bent over and he carefully dried her hair and back. She felt a twinge of fear and knew that she shouldn't be in this place with him but she was also enjoying the closeness and naughty attention. He knelt in front of her and she stared at the lump showing in the wet crotch of his shorts.

"Finito!" he said and tilting her head back with his fingers under her chin he brushed the hair from her face and looked at her. 

Maggie had not uttered a sound and for a moment she thought that he was going to try and kiss her. Instead he took both of her wrists in one hand and raised them above her head. He continued to stare into her eyes and using his other hand he took the towel and patted her face and chest without actually going so far as to touch her breasts through her shirt. It was when he touched the damp towel to her armpit that she felt that familiar twinge that meant that she was oozing lubrication and her body was getting ready for sex. 

"Some of my country's women no clean hair from there," he said patting her armpit. "They think that it natural and more like woman. I say yes. I like my woman like that."

Maggie was a little taken aback by his comment. "I've got to get going," she said and moved to pull her hands from his.

"It is funny, no?" he continued. "The women, they no clean hair from there but they clean it from their, how you say it, bottom, so it does not appear from swim costume." Reaching down he touched her lower belly with his fingertips before raising them to her armpit. "Are you clean, like this?" he asked.

Maggie did not know what to say and following his glance down to her cleanly shaven underarm, she watched, trancelike, as he leaned forward and kissed it. Extending his tongue he licked up the entire length of her exposed skin from just above the side band of her bra to the middle of her triceps. She followed the path of his tongue with her eyes through the hair draping her face, her body frozen by the unexpected eroticism of the moment.

Maggie heard a gasp and realized that it had come from her lips. An image of what they were doing appeared in her mind as if she were standing outside of her body and watching two strangers enjoying an intimate moment. Yanking her hands from within his she threw herself over to the sliding door and fumbled with the latch. 

"I've ... I've got to get out of here. I have to get home!" she almost screamed in panic. 

Roberto opened the door and she jumped out of the van and ran to her car in the driving rain.

"Good god, what are you trying to do to yourself, you fool?" she screamed out as she practically tumbled into her car. 

The rain beat down and the windshield wipers were barely keeping up with it but she drove as if she were running away from something.

Marvin was surprised when she again became the initiator that night. He wondered what caused her to want sex from him two nights in a row but he dismissed it as possibly her oncoming period or something.

Maggie found herself reliving the events in the van as she walked around in a mild state of arousal. She managed to arrange not to be alone with Roberto for the next few days but she knew and felt that he was always watching her. She wouldn't admit it but she took extra care with the little makeup she normally wore and she started wearing tighter tank tops to practice. 

She concentrated on the team and worked with the girls to build up their strength and stamina. There were a few cuts and bruises and some minor sprains but they were in reasonably good shape since most of them had played some soccer since school let out.


The next time that anything happened between them was on the bus ride back from their first summer tournament game on the other side of Charleston. He had asked to ride in the bus with the team but she told him that there was no room so he had ridden in someone's car. 

They left early Saturday morning and ended up losing two games so everyone was a little down on the trip home Saturday night. Maggie was surprised and a little annoyed when Roberto got on the bus just before it was ready to pull out. Her annoyance was both with him and with herself since she had a fleeting moment of anticipation when she saw him walk down the aisle. He said that his ride decided to stay overnight and he wanted to get back home. Not wanting to make a scene she told him that he had to sit in the back on the bench seat with all of the extra gear.

Megan's team also rode on the bus but Maggie sat next to Trudy Brady so she could keep an eye on her. Trudy had twisted her knee during the game and Maggie made her keep an ice pack on it until they could get back and get it x-rayed.

Not even an hour into the ride home the bus got quiet as everybody dropped off to sleep. Trudy was uncomfortable so Maggie got up and let her rest her leg across the seat. There were no other empty seats and she was forced to go back and sit with Roberto. The soccer equipment filled the back of the bus and they moved a bag of balls so she could have room to sit. It was too close to Roberto for her comfort but she had no choice and it would only be for a little while.

She pretended to herself that she was afraid of what he might do but deep down she knew that she was more afraid that she would allow, or even encourage, him to make an advance, an advance that she wanted him to make. 

Not willing to let him know her feelings, she made it clear that she didn't want to engage in conversation in the darkened bus. She found a laundry bag full of towels that she placed between them on the big bench seat to ensure that he knew she wanted a separation between them. 

"Is hokay?" Roberto leaned over and whispered with his lips close to her ear. 

His breath on her ear gave her goose bumps.

"Yes, she's fine, now let me get some sleep please," she responded.

The sway of the bus and the drone of the engine soon lulled her into sleep. She had no idea how long she had been dozing but she awoke to feel someone or something rubbing her breast. Taking stock of her situation she realized that she had ended up with her head laying on the bag of towels between she and Roberto. His arm was resting on her shoulder and he was rubbing his fingers across her left nipple. She looked down but could barely see his dark hand against the material of her shirt. 

She shifted slightly and he stopped touching her and waited for her to settle down before he resumed his actions. Maggie could feel the fingers of his hand as they passed over her shirt and the thick fabric of her sports bra. He was not squeezing or fondling her but he kept his fingers extended and separated so that as he slowly moved his hand from side to side each finger would push on her nipple and then allow it to pop back before being pushed again by the next finger as it passed by before he repeated the motion in the other direction.

Crazy thoughts ran through Maggie's mind. She knew that she should immediately stop the play but she was thoroughly enjoying his teasing. She was torn between her morals and the pleasure that he was giving her. No thoughts of Marvin or the kids entered her mind as her arousal heightened each time a finger would push on her nipple. She found she was anticipating his next finger in the short span of time between his touches and her stomach muscles would react each time.

Her mind went back to the rainy day in his van and the excitement that he had aroused in her body when he licked her armpit. She had a vague idea, actually a hope, of where all of this was going to lead but she refused to allow herself to include any details because she rationalized that she was not an eager participant but just a passive one.

Making a liar of herself, she thought, "I should have worn a different bra, these sports bras are too heavy."

Pretending to awaken, she opened her eyes and turned her head so that she was looking up at him. Except for the glow of passing vehicles lighting up his face like an old time movie as they flickered by in the darkness, all she could see was the whites of his eyes and his teeth through his smile. 

A strange thought crossed her mind. "Marvin's teeth aren't that white," she thought. "And he's a dentist."

Maggie was aware that he could see her eyes and face and knew that she was awake. She shifted her shoulders so that she was almost lying flat on the bag of towels and closed her eyes. When she moved her body his hand stopped its caress and rested on her breast. Maggie took the initiative and pressed her breast up into his hand and he closed it around her and gently squeezed.

Maggie felt his breath before his lips touched her forehead and she let out with a little gasp. Opening her eyes she looked into his just as a passing vehicle lit up his face. He squeezed her again but this time he also fondled her in a gentle massaging motion. 

"God, he's handsome," she thought and then recovered. "What the hell am I doing? My daughter is sitting just a few rows in front of me."

Roberto lips were still on her forehead she felt them move against her skin when he whispered, "Faccio l'amore voi! I make love with you!"

Maggie gasped and coming to her senses she moved to sit up just as the bus slowed and the driver turned on the interior lights. 

"Almost home," he announced over the speaker system. "Everybody up!"

It was nearly midnight when Trudy's mother dropped them off in the driveway. Megan ran ahead of her into the hall powder room because she had to pee. Marvin and Jessica were in bed and she was too tired to unpack her stuff so she left it in the foyer and started to turn off the lights when Megan came out of the powder room.

"Mom! Why did Roberto ride the bus back?" she hissed at her.

"He told me that his ride wanted to stay over and that he wanted to get home tonight. Why?"

"Did you move into the back with him after I fell asleep?" she asked in an accusing tone.

"I don't know if you were asleep or not but I moved because Trudy's knee was bothering her and she wanted to stretch it out over my seat. What are you getting at young lady?"

"Some of the girls are starting to talk. You'd better be careful. He's getting quite a reputation," Megan retorted.

"Megan Marie! How could you even suggest anything like that? I'm old enough to be his mother for God's sake! Now go to bed and let's hear no more talk like that! Good-night!"

"Talk like what," Marvin's voice came out of the darkness as he descended the steps dressed in his pajamas.

"Good-night, daddy! I love you," Megan said and gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek as she passed him on the stairs.

"Oh, nothing really" she lied. "We lost today and the girls are disappointed and they don't think we will have a winning season. I'm going to bed, I'm tired."

"How tired are you?" he said in a low voice as he followed her up the stairs with his hand caressing her butt. "Real tired or just a little tired?"

Maggie's thoughts raced through her head as she flashed back on what had happened not more than an hour ago. Roberto's touches had made her want more than what she got and now she felt guilty about betraying Marvin even though, in her mind, she hadn't done anything really wrong.

"Just a little tired. Don't go to sleep while I'm in the shower. OK?"

Marvin was surprised when Maggie came out of the shower wearing only a towel. The bedside table light was still on and she was always careful about exposing her nude body to him. They usually only made love in the dark or with the light from the cracked bathroom door illuminating the room. She patted some water droplets off of her legs before dropping the towel and climbing into the bed. Her breasts swayed enticingly as she first knelt on the mattress before rolling over towards him.

Helping him to unbutton his pajama top she pulled his bottoms off while he removed the top and as soon as he was naked she held his erection in one hand and straddled his legs to kiss the head of his cock. He thought he actually felt the rare sensation of her tongue licking him before she held it upright to guide it inside of her. 

She was wet and Marv wondered for a moment why she was so aroused but he lost the thought and concentrated on the sensation of her riding up and down on him. Her lips smashed against his and her breasts pillowed on his chest as she held tightly to his shoulders while pistoning her ass up and down. She actually hurt him several times when she came down so hard that her pubic bone bounced off of his. It didn't take long for him to cum and she whimpered and moaned through her climax at the same time.

Afterwards they lay side by side while their breathing and heartbeats returned to normal. 

"What got into you?" he wondered aloud.

"I don't know. I just felt like doing it that way. Thank you," she kissed him and rolled onto her side. "Goodnight!" 

She arranged her body facing away from him and berated herself. Once again she had seen Roberto's face while she made love to her husband.

"My God, what am I doing? I just made love to my husband and pretended it was Roberto. He said he was going to make love to me but I can't do that to my husband and my family."

Her internal fight continued but she knew that in reality she had lost the battle and she was just going through the motions of accepting it.

Her situation was nothing new to her since Maggie had already had one affair during their marriage. Marvin had never found out about it but she lived in terror for several years that he would. It happened shortly after Megan was born and Marvin was working and back in school to become an oral surgeon in addition to his orthodontic specialty. She knew he was doing the best that he could but he was working for another dentist and the long office hours that were necessary to support her and their daughter and to pay for his college left her feeling alone and depressed. 

A colleague of his came on to her at an early summer cookout at his house and she became infatuated with him and his compliments towards her. His wife was a dowdy looking woman who always appeared to be under the influence of alcohol or some kind of drugs. He kept up the pressure on her and made it a point to talk to her and compliment her at every opportunity. She finally succumbed at another cookout when Marvin was away doing his clinicals at a hospital in North Carolina. She was lonely and he was rarely home and when he was she was either asleep or he was too tired to barely even carry on a conversation.

She drank a little too much of the Long Island Iced Tea concoction being served and ended up at the next door neighbor's house on the pretense of going over there with him to get some more ice. Those neighbors were also at the party and Maggie found herself sitting on their kitchen counter with his mouth sucking on her vagina. Her shorts and panties were dangling from one leg and her thighs were squeezing his head as he brought her to a climax with his lips and tongue. She had barely recovered when his cock was inside of her and she found that she was pulling him into her with her heels on his butt and her arms wrapped around his head. She felt totally appreciated and alive as he brought her to a second, breath-stopping climax. 

The guilt hit at about the same time that her feet hit the floor and she saw his cum running down the inside of her thigh when she bent over to pull her shorts and panties back up. She was on the pill so she wasn't worried about getting pregnant but she hated what she had done and for the next few weeks she would burst into tears at odd times during the day and cry herself to sleep while Marvin snored along side of her. 

The guilt went away a few weeks later when she found herself alone with him and it was a repeat of the first time except this time it was on her living room sofa with Megan sleeping upstairs in the nursery. From then on there was no more guilt but only excitement coupled with the fear that she would be discovered.

He would arrange to come over to their house when he knew that Marvin was working and they would have sex for hours at a time. She rationalized it away with the thought that she knew him and knew that he didn't have any diseases she could pass on to Marvin. 

As the affair continued she kept trying to relive the emotions and feelings along with the fear of getting caught that she felt the first time they did it. She encouraged him to repeat the scene with her on the counter in her kitchen but she could never quite get back to that delicious but decidedly wicked moment when she reached her first climax outside of her marriage bed.

After Marvin received his accreditation their life became more stable and she went off of birth control and they had Jessica. It was her way of telling herself that she would remain a faithful wife and mother. Her lover had moved out of the state shortly after their last tryst so she was not tempted to continue their relationship.

Marvin had a vasectomy while she was pregnant with Jessica so she never went back on the pill. After she stopped nursing the baby, she found that without the birth control pills, combined with her diet to lose her baby weight, that her breasts returned to the smaller size that they were when she first married Marvin. She missed having larger breasts and Marvin commented that someday he was going to talk to one of his doctor friends about getting them enlarged if she wanted them.



Caller ID Ch. 04



Maggie lay in bed the next morning considering where she was in her life and what path she was going to take. She had some choices to make and she was slowly coming to a resolution as to what they were going to be. The limited sexual contact she had with Roberto was exciting and at the same time terrifying. It awakened feelings in her that she had not experienced in a long time. Sex with Marvin was unchanging and almost robotic at times. They did what they had to do to satisfy their partner but, except for very rare occasions, they could have been watching a TV rerun when they coupled in their marriage bed.

Roberto's attention to her made her feel young again and she found she had a bounce in her step and she was more aware of herself as a woman and a desirable woman at that. She wanted more out of life than she felt that she was getting but until now she hadn't known how to get it. Roberto was going to be her chance, maybe her last chance, to break out of the restraints that she felt were binding her. She figured she could satisfy her own desires without hurting her future with her husband and her family and, she rationalized, it was only going to be for a short time since Roberto would be returning to FSU in the fall.

"Get control! You have to get control!" she firmly reminded herself. "You can't let him force you in to anything! You have to be the coach in this as much as you are the coach of your team!"

Maggie made sure that there were no opportunities for Roberto to get her alone over the next few weeks. She wanted him to wonder if he had done something wrong when he fondled her in the bus. She arranged it so that another coach or one of the players stayed with her after practice and if no one could stay she made an excuse and left before he did.

She didn't know how long she could keep it up since her attraction was becoming an obsession and she found herself watching as he helped the girls learn new techniques. The girls, especially the younger ones like Jessica, adored him and they jumped at every opportunity to be near him and to let him help them with their techniques.

Most of them didn't need as much help as they pretended they did and she smiled at their adolescent attempts to charm him. She kept checking out his crotch and she decided that he never wore a jock strap since he seemed to flop around inside of his shorts. She hid her own desire but she wanted him to be panting after her before she took the next step in her plan.

Today was one of those days when she left practice before Roberto and she had just walked into the house when the telephone rang. Picking up the cordless handset she looked at the caller ID that read "Ronaldo, L K" with a local number.

"It must be one of the players," she thought and answered the call. "Hello?" she said.

"Ciao," Roberto's voice came back at her through the earpiece.

"What do you want?" she asked with some caution in her voice.

"I must talk with you!" he insisted.

"Why? What? Don't talk like that to me!"

"I love you Moggie. I miss you!"

She had him!

"Stop that! Someone will hear you!" she allowed a little irritation to come through but she said it through a smile of satisfaction.

"I must see you! I must!"

"Roberto! Don't talk like that. I'm married!" she warned.

"Mio Moggie! I come see you!"

"No, no! Don't you dare come here!" she said. 

"I must because you no see me long at field!"

"Roberto if you ever want to talk to me again you must do as I say. Do you understand?"

"Si, si, Moggie, what must I do?"

"I'll talk to you tomorrow evening at practice. I'll come early and we can stay a little later but you must do as I say!"

"Si, si, Moggie!"

I'll stay tomorrow evening and we'll talk. Understand? 

"Si, si."

"Do not come here or I will never speak to you again and I will not allow you to help with the soccer teams. Understand?"

"OK, Moggie. I wait for tomorrow. Arrivederci."

"Well, that worked out better than if I planned it. He sure as hell can't come here," she said after he disconnected.

She pushed the OFF button on the handset and immediately it rang again. Looking at the display she saw that there was a message waiting. Marvin had left a message on the Voice Mail that he was over at Vince's and he would be late and not to hold dinner. 

She considered Marv's message and wondered what he was doing to be away from home so much. Deep down inside she was looking for a reason to be angry with him to deflect the guilt that was nibbling at her. She didn't want to hurt him or the girls but she was having so much fun feeling young again that she didn't want it to stop.

She enjoyed teasing and controlling Roberto and the titillation and power she felt when he became excited was euphoric. The down side was that she feared he would do something stupid and Marvin would become suspect even though she didn't intend to let it go too far. She felt that her long ago affair had cured her and she didn't want to go through that fear and guilt again even though the sheer naughtiness and danger of it still caused her to get aroused when she allowed herself to dwell on it.

After deleting the message she realized that Roberto's Caller ID number and his Aunt's name were still on the display. She wasn't sure how to erase it and it took several tries before she figured out how to do it but in the process she also erased Marvin's call before deleting Roberto's.



Caller ID Ch. 05



Standing in the shower she quickly washed the sweat off of her body and studied her underarms to see if her new growth of hair was becoming unsightly. It had been so long since she had not shaved her armpits that she was not sure what they would look like. It had only been a week since she convinced herself that she had a rash and that she should not shave for a while to prevent it from becoming irritated. She was happy that there was just a light fuzz showing and it appeared to be closer to the lighter color of her pubic hair than to the hair on her head. 

"You are a fool and a liar," she chided herself as she lightly rubbed her fingers over the new growth enjoying the thrill it gave her. "It's because Roberto suggested it that you're not shaving!"

She considered shaving her pubes but was worried that Marvin would notice the sudden change so she settled for a closer than usual trim using the trimmer on his electric shaver instead of her scissors.

The girls were already home when she went back downstairs. 

"Are you hungry?" she asked them.

Jessica replied, "No, we had some nachos and cheese over at Brit's house and Mrs. V. had some empanadas so we ate there."

"Megan? How about you? I'm going to make a salad, do you want some?"

"No mom. I'm not hungry, well, maybe a little one. Make me one too, OK? How come you left practice so early? Roberto was looking for you. He seemed upset."

Maggie paused for a moment trying to formulate her answer, "I wanted to get home, I had some things to do. Why? What did he say?"

"He said you were being a snobby or something like that. I think he meant you were snubbing him and not talking to him. Are you?"

"Not that I'm aware of," she replied. "I've been too busy with everything that's going on to pay him any attention. I'll have to talk to him."

"Do you know that he doesn't wear any underwear?" she giggled. "Some of the girls have seen his thing sticking out when he is playing or showing them some stuff."

Maggie turned on the water in the sink and pretended that the noise prevented her from hearing Megan's question. She busied herself slicing a cucumber to avoid commenting on Megan's observation.

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey?" she stopped slicing and looked up at her daughter.

"Did you know that?"

"Did I know what, honey?"

"That Roberto doesn't wear underwear?"

"No, I didn't," she lied. "If it is true, I'll have to talk to him. I don't want any of the parents getting mad or anything. Now go on up and take a shower so we can eat."

Maggie stood at the sink with a half a cucumber in one hand and a knife in the other. She firmly gripped the cucumber while recalling the image of Roberto's "thing" flopping around inside of his shorts.

"No, I haven't seen it but I sure wish I had. Maybe, I will," she giggled and finished making the salads.

It was nearly ten o'clock when Marvin came in through the garage. He had obviously been drinking with Vince but he was not drunk by any means. By the time he arrived Maggie had worked herself into an angry mood. She brooded over every little slight that she felt Marvin had ever done to her and merged them together into a huge resentment. It added fuel to the fire that she had lit inside of her mind and made the rationalization of her decision to continue to play with Roberto much easier to accept.

"Hi, sweetheart!" he said and bent down to kiss her. 

Maggie turned her head to avoid his lips and said, "Well, it's about time! Where the hell have you been?"

Marv straightened up and took a step back from her aggressive rejection and replied, "Over at Vince's. I left a message. Didn't you get it?"

"No, I didn't. You had me worried. Go take a shower you stink from cigar smoke and booze!"

Seeing that there was no point in escalating the fight, Marvin meekly went upstairs and took a shower. After showering he slid open the mirror on his side of the medicine cabinet to get his toothpaste when he noticed that his shaver was not in the usual place and the trimmer head was open. Curious, he held it up to the light and saw that there was what looked like little curly pubic hairs on it. He wondered if it was one of the girls but decided that they would not come in and use his shaver so it had to be Maggie. 

"What was she doing shaving herself?" he thought as he blew off the hair, closed the head and replaced it inside of the cabinet. 

Strange, he couldn't remember her ever doing that before.

Sitting on the side of the bed to put on his socks he wondered about his message not getting onto the voice mail. Scrolling back through the Caller ID's he was surprised that Vince's number did not appear and the last call displayed was earlier that morning. He knew that he had called the right number because it was his voice he heard on the greeting.

He was going to suggest that Maggie call the telephone company the next day but she was still in a bad mood when he walked back downstairs and she barely grunted when he tried to talk to her so he retreated to his playroom over the garage.

The room over the garage was called a bonus room when they bought the house but they opted to leave it unfinished and spend the money on an upgraded kitchen. He had finished it himself over the last couple of years and his family called it his playroom. Only the two outside walls and the ceiling were insulated and covered with unpainted drywall. The other two walls faced interior rooms in the heated house proper and he left the wall studs visible. The room only had one, small circular, window in the front wall but the steep roof pitch gave him plenty of room for his model airplane table, a TV and his collection of dirty magazines, porno tapes, and other odds and ends. 

A full-sized pool table and a professional poker table took up most of the room. Nearby were a small refrigerator and a sink and toilet that he had installed on the wall of the room backing up to the master bathroom. A cracked mirror hung on a stud next to the back of the master bath's medicine cabinet protruding between the studs. The other wall had a little, half-high, door that led into the back of the closet in the guest room but he rarely used it because there was usually so much junk in the closet that he couldn't get through it anyway. The main entrance to the room was up a set of narrow stairs from the garage below.

Marvin turned the TV on to a cable news channel and half-heartedly started to clean up the wide shelf that served as a combination desk and catchall for his junk. An unread model airplane magazine caught his eye and he sat in the swivel chair and started to page through it when the flashing light on the cordless phone indicated that someone in the house was using one of the extensions. 

Every once in a while he glanced over at the flashing light before going back to his magazine. He didn't think it was anything unusual and finished with the magazine he stacked it on the shelf and went back to cleaning his desk. The light went out and a few seconds later the phone rang once and the "message waiting" light lit up. Someone had called while the phone was in use and the voice mail answered the call. He ignored it since he was sure it was for one of the girls.

Deciding that Maggie was probably over her snit he checked around the room to see if there was anything else he could to before going back into the house. He once again noticed that the "extension in use" light was on again and assumed he was right and the message was for them. While he was watching, the light went off again. He had never paid any attention to the light before but now his curiosity was aroused. Picking up the handset he scrolled through the Caller ID list and was surprised to find Vince's number followed by another call from, Ronaldo, L K with a local number and the number of Jessica's friend who had just called. 

"Why is the call listed on this phone and not on the others?" he wondered. "Why or who erased my call and voice mail message and who are the Ronaldos?" he asked himself. 

Maggie was not as snippy but she was not in a very pleasant mood so he left her alone. He sat out by the pool with a beer he did not need but he felt he had to prove to his wife that he could drink whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. When he got up to get himself another beer he found that Maggie had gone to bed without saying goodnight to him.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked himself after settling back down in the pool chair. "This is the third day in a row that she's picked a fight with me."



Caller ID Ch. 06



Marvin had no office hours on Friday's during the summer months so he usually played golf with his buddies on those mornings. He got up early and brushed his teeth with the bathroom door closed so as not to wake Maggie. Carefully opening the door he realized that he didn't have to be quiet because Maggie had left the bedroom while he was in the bathroom.

"What the hell is going on?" he repeated but decided he could be just as pissy as she could. 

After dressing he went downstairs to find her out by the pool with a cup of tea.

"Did you make any coffee?" he asked.

"No! If you want some you make it," she replied without looking at him.

"Never mind, I'll get some on the way," he almost shouted back at her and left without saying goodbye.

Maggie heard the door to the garage slam and then his car started and he screeched the tires out of the driveway.

"I'm not being fair to him," she thought with some guilt. "But he's not being fair to me either," she rationalized and finishing her tea she set about straightening the kitchen before going upstairs to change.

Maggie felt better after her shopping trip. She treated herself to lunch in a little restaurant and as she unpacked the clothes that she had bought she wondered why it was so important to her to play games with Roberto. She knew that he would not be satisfied with just a kiss. He had proved that in the bus. She wasn't sure that she would ever let him have sex with her but that was definitely a possible outcome if she couldn't keep him at bay.

"Why not?" she thought. "It won't hurt anybody if Marv and the girls never find out and I sure won't tell anyone. It's him I'm worried about. Maybe I should throw him some bones to keep him happy until he goes back to FSU."

After taking the tags off of her new lingerie, Maggie paused before putting them into her drawer. Holding them up she felt herself getting excited at the prospect of showing off her body by wearing them. She hadn't worn anything like this in years and she was afraid that Marvin would see them and wonder about them. She decided she would wear them for him on some future special occasion but for right now she would hide them to avoid any questions.

Selecting the set she planned on wearing to practice and another to wear on Saturday's bus trip, she pulled a box down from the top shelf of their closet. It felt empty and when she lifted the top all she found were a couple of sheets of Christmas wrapping paper and several of Marvin's old prescription pads. 

Placing the extra underwear in the box she put the pads on her dresser with plans to give them to Marvin to take to his office when a thought struck her. Picking up one of the pads she studied it for a moment before she removed a sheet and put both pads back in the box.

Roberto was already at the practice field by the time she and the girls arrived that evening. He watched closely as they got out of her PT Cruiser and the girls carried the practice balls and extra towels towards the benches. Maggie knew that he was watching her and she made it a point to lean into the back of the open hatch to retrieve her clipboard and athletic shoes. Instead of a tank top she had opted to wear a white, cotton sleeveless over blouse that buttoned down the front and a pair of brief, elastic waist, running shorts with loose legs. Underneath was one of her new bra and panty sets. The shorts made her a little uncomfortable because she was afraid that someone, besides Roberto, would see the high-cut bikini panties that she wore under them. 

Roberto picked up one of the soccer balls and kicked it around as he moved closer to her car while pretending to ignore her. She had slipped out of her sandals and was sitting on the back bumper holding one of her shoes when he made it to a spot a few feet in front of her. 

"Ciao Moggie," he said. "You look wonderful!"

"Hello, Roberto. Please don't say that when anyone is around."

"Scusa, Moggie. Sorry."

Maggie bent down and picked up one of her shoes from the ground. Her blouse gaped open and she knew he could see the tops and sides of her breasts pushed up and in by her new bra. She heard him gasp and she looked up at him and smiled.

"Moggie, you so beautiful," he said.

"Shhh! What did I tell you?" she cautioned.

She slipped the shoe on and hooked the heel of her foot on the edge of the bumper so she could tie the laces. She was careful to keep her legs slightly open to let him see her pink panties through the leg holes. 

"Moggie," he groaned. "Oh, Moggie, il mio bello!"

"Shhh!" she warned.

Maggie repeated the show with her other shoe but this time she watched him as his eyes moved between the unbuttoned top of her blouse and the crotch of her panties. Her eyes dropped to his crotch and she could see his erection obscenely pushing the front of his soccer shorts out to a point.

"Roberto!" she said. "You're not wearing any underwear! Are you?"

"Oh Moggie! No, no, I am sorry, scusa please?"

"Some of the girls have noticed," she teased. "You don't want me to have to throw you off of the field, do you?"

He held his hand in front of his crotch and tried to push his erection down.

"Oh, Moggie. No, no!"

"You know, we can't go on like this, don't you?"

He looked at her in panic not sure what she meant.

"You could get me in a lot of trouble if you continue to act this way in front of other people. We don't want that to happen, do we? Will you do what I tell you?"

"Si, Moggie. Si! Si!"

"Stay here until you get control of yourself - of that," she indicated his erection with a twist of her hand. "Do you understand me?"

"Si, si."

Lifting her other leg, she hooked both heels on the bumper and spreading her knees she gave him one long look before getting up and walking towards the field with her clipboard under her arm. As she walked away she heard him groan and then heard the door of her car close.

"God, you're a nasty slut!" she laughed at her own joke and picking up her whistle from around her neck she blew a blast to call her team over to her.

Roberto came back on the field a few minutes later without an erection showing through his shorts. He helped with the girls and tried to ignore Maggie but a few times she caught him looking at her with moony eyes. She had buttoned up her shirt and several of the other coaches and players mentioned how good she looked. She was sure that the little bit of makeup, the earrings and some lipstick she had added before she left the house also had something to do with the comments.

After practice the girls were in a hurry to get home and she let them catch a ride with one of the other mothers. Everyone cleared out and she was left with Roberto and a pick up team playing on the other end of the field. Roberto helped her by carrying the balls and the towels back to her car. He left to get his van and Maggie sat in her car's driver's seat and turned on the a/c to cool down a bit. There were several crumpled tissues stuffed into the cup holder and when she picked them up they felt wet and she suspected they were soaked with semen. She sniffed them to make sure and the sea-air scent confirmed her suspicions but it also caused a cramp-like twinge in her groin. 

The a/c was starting to cool down the car when Roberto got back with his van. He parked alongside of her facing the other way and motioned for her to come into his vehicle. Maggie shook her head and he climbed out and into the passenger side of her car where he sat against the door like a little boy waiting for instructions.

Gingerly holding up the tissues between her thumb and forefinger she looked directly at him with an accusing frown and asked, "What's this?" 

Roberto put his head down and started stuttering. 

"Scuza, Moggie. I no could help."

"Well don't do it again!" you hear. "You could get me into a lot of trouble leaving things like this around!"

"Scuza."

"What do you want?" she asked in a gentler tone.

Roberto's head came up and he looked into her eyes. 

"Scuza?"

"What do you want? From me, I mean. What?"

"Oh, Moggie. Il mio bello. I need you to love Roberto."

"I'm old enough to be your mother and I'm married with two children. Why do you want me?"

Reaching for her hand he held it in both of hers. "You siete bei! So beautiful!" he kissed her palm.

Maggie felt her tummy twinge again and wondered at the feelings that this boy, this young man, had for her. It made her feel vibrant and beautiful. Her desire to be loved and appreciated was deeper than she realized and she was absorbing every compliment he gave her.

Barely able to breathe with the emotion that was flooding her senses, she asked in a voice trembling with the beat of her pounding heart, "Would you like to kiss me?"

"Si, si, Moggie! Per favore, please?"

Maggie rose up in her seat, curled her right leg under her and leaned towards him. Still grasping her hand, Roberto used it to pull them together. His eyes were wide and he was breathing through his nose as their faces moved closer together. He hesitated just before their lips touched and looked at her in a mute request for permission. Maggie moved her free hand to the back of his neck and pulled him into her. Their lips touched and she could feel his breath from his nose as a muffled sound of total pleasure exploded from deep within his throat.

His inexperience showed in his hard and demanding lips yet the kiss was not unpleasant but it was not all it could be from Maggie's viewpoint. She pulled back and he looked at her with an unsure expression on his face. 

Their lips were still only an inch apart when she sealed her future and said, "Not so hard. Gently, gently, there is time, we have time." 

Roberto's second kiss was gentler and not as desperate feeling this time. She lost herself in it and worming her hand free from his she wrapped her arms around his shoulders within the cramped confines of the car. She was now kneeling on the seat with the back of her head touching the top of the car. She pushed him back against the headrest and opening her mouth she engulfed his lips with hers. She was the aggressor now, the teacher, the coach, and when her tongue licked across his lips he grabbed her waist and uttered a groan that made her tremble.

The a/c had dried their sweat left from practice but their bodies were again warm and damp to the touch. Maggie squirmed her thighs together and felt the liquid she was oozing from her pussy as Roberto's hand slipped down from her waist to her buttock where he fondled and squeezed.

"Gently!" I told you, "Not so hard," she said against his lips. "A woman likes to be treated with tenderness."

Roberto became more aggressive and his hands left her waist and butt and started working on the buttons of her blouse. Afraid of his tearing her clothes, she pulled back and let herself down into the seat.

"No! Stop that! Just kiss me again!"

Reaching for her he palmed her breast with his hand and firmly squeezed it like he was testing the air in a soccer ball. 

"Ouch! Careful!" she admonished. "Gently!"

Taking her caution as a sign of encouragement he continued to fondle her breast and leaned towards her to bring their faces closer together.

"Moggie, I love you," he said just before their lips connected.

These were the first words he had spoken since they had begun their little petting session and it brought Maggie up short. She opened her eyes and looked around to see if anyone was watching their little tryst in the near darkness of the late evening. Seeing no one but afraid of continuing, she pulled away and leaned back against the seat. 

Roberto followed her example and looking around and seeing no one in sight he moved to take her back into his arms. Maggie looked down at his crotch and could see the head of his erection making the front of his shorts stick out.

"No! I think that's enough for now. I have to get home. I'm late."

Roberto reached down and grasped his erection through his shorts. 

He indicated his hand holding his cock. "No, Moggie. Look!"

Maggie was torn between letting him take care of himself and getting him too excited for her to continue to control. Deciding on the latter, she reached down and replaced his hand with hers. Roberto jerked and moaned and immediately started humping her hand while holding her wrist so she could not pull it away. 

His frantic movements kept her from even trying to stroke him and in a few short seconds he groaned again and erupted inside of his shorts. Once, twice, three times his body tensed and he almost frightened her with his sounds that were somewhere between pain and pleasure before he relaxed and laid back against the door

He kept her pressed against him and she felt the wetness of his ejaculation soak through his shorts and onto her hand. He didn't feel particularly large but his incredible hardness surprised her. After a few more spasms he slumped down in the seat gasping for breath with his eyes closed.

Maggie was amazed at what had happened in so short a time. She had planned on teasing him and maybe necking a little but it quickly got out of hand and she went along with it. 

"It's time to go now!" she said and straightened her blouse.

Roberto looked wildly embarrassed and he was sputtering as he fumbled for the door handle thinking he had done something wrong. 

"Scuza! Scuza!" he said still fumbling and scratching at the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said and leaned across him to open the door.

"Si, si," he responded and almost fell out of the car in his haste to go.

"Wow!" she said as she finished straightening her clothes and drove off of the field and onto the road. "Wow! To be a teenager again."

The kids had leftover spaghetti on the table and were already eating when she got home but Marvin was nowhere in sight. 

"Where's your father?" she asked.

"I don't know," they said. "We haven't seen him."

"Save some for me," she said as she went up to take a shower. "I'll be back in a few minutes."



Caller ID Ch. 07



Maggie stood under the stinging spray of the hot shower as it rinsed the dried sweat from her body. Standing with her hands braced against the wall, she let the shower beat down on the back of her neck. The little episode with Roberto had not given her any sexual release but it had increased her power over him. She was pleased that he was more afraid of her and her possible rejection than he was before. Now, there was less danger of his doing something stupid as long as she could keep him under control.

There were marks on her breasts but not enough to give her any great concern. On the slim chance that Marvin would notice them she prepared an explanation involving a collision with a goal post to explain them away. After applying lotion to her body she stood and studied herself in the mirrored wall. A tall, sexy looking woman with long brown hair and an athlete's firm body stared back at her. Turning sideways she admired her tight butt and her shapely legs. 

"Not bad for a 41-year old broad with a 19-year old boy toy," she smiled and blew herself a kiss.

She was surprised to find Marvin undressing in the bedroom when she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. He gave her a weak greeting and waited for her rejection but was surprised when she stood in front of him and gave him a hug and a kiss while apologizing for her behavior earlier that morning.

"I'm sorry I acted that way sweetheart," she said and pressed herself against him.

Marvin's body responded and he quickly gained the beginning of an erection that made it felt against her belly. 

"Umm, is that for me?" she giggled and rubbed against it. "The girls are downstairs so we have to be quiet."

Marvin was stunned by her response to him. This was not like her at all but he was not about to argue since he thought she was still going to be angry when he got home. 

"I'm all sweaty. I have to take a shower first," he said.

Maggie pulled the towel from between them and pushed him back towards the bed. 

"I like my men sweaty," she laughed. "But I also like them without their socks."

Marvin bent as if to take off his socks but Maggie pushed him back down to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.  Turning around so that her back was towards him, she lifted his leg and took off one sock. Still straddling his leg she rubbed herself up and down on it before moving over and repeating the action with the other one.

Marvin was now totally confused but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth and he caressed her ass and thighs while she rubbed herself on his leg. Turning around she stood straddling his legs and pushed his shoulders back and down onto the bed while following him until she lay spread on top of him.

"Did you have a good game, sweetheart?" she asked while nibbling on his chest and moving around with his cock trapped between her thighs. "Did you get the ball in the hole?"

The last was said with a full laugh that ended in a moan when she succeeded in capturing his erection with her aroused pussy and pushing herself back and down onto it.  Marvin could do nothing but hold on while Maggie skidded her pussy up and down without stopping until they both came in a clenching, grunting orgasm. She stayed on top of him until his erection dissipated and he slipped out of her helped along in its final few seconds by her squeezing down with her pussy.

Afterwards, a still stunned Marvin lay on the bed and silently watched as she pulled on a pair of panties and a tee shirt, slipped on her robe and headed for the bedroom door.

"I'm hungry. Have you eaten yet?" she asked and almost skipped out the door.

The girls were splashing around in the pool and Maggie was sitting in the lounge chair with a spaghetti sandwich in her hand and a glass of buttermilk on the side table. Cold spaghetti sandwiches were one of her quirks and she made them without benefit of any sauce with only salt, pepper, butter and Parmesan cheese between two slices of white bread.

"Lots of pasta gives me energy," she explained when Marvin appeared with his plate of spaghetti and sauce and made a grimace at her choice.

"Don't forget! We leave early tomorrow for the tournament and we won't be home until Sunday night," she said. "What are you going to do all day?"

"My house chores I've been putting off. This will give me time to get them done. I'll be alright."

"Are you going golfing?"

"No, the club is too crowded on Saturdays and Vince is going shopping for some new furniture. Hey, instead of working around here maybe I'll ride down to the tournament with you. How does that sound? Is there room on the bus?"

Maggie almost choked on her sandwich as she considered his surprise offer. It had been a long time since Marvin had offered to accompany her to a game. Visions of he and Roberto spending some time alone without her to control the scenario gave her chills.

"I don't think there's any room on the bus," she lied. "It's too late to check tonight. Do you want to get up early and come down and see? I'm afraid you'll be disappointed though."

"No, never mind. I'll stay busy. Maybe some other time."

Maggie gave a silent sigh of relief. She had already formulated a plan to be with Roberto and she didn't want any problems. The sex she just had with Marvin was really as a result of Roberto getting her so hot and she had made up her mind that she wanted to try him at least once. 

That night, Maggie surprised Marvin again when he came out of the bathroom and found her laying on the bed wearing only a pair of panties. She had several candles burning around the room and the flickering light served to heighten his arousal before he even pushed his pajama pants down and kicked them off of his feet. This was so unlike her he was beginning to worry about what was happening around him. 

"What's got into you?" he asked after he lay down beside her and she pressed against him with her right leg up and over his thighs.

"Nothing yet!" she giggled and rubbed her wet panty crotch against his leg. "I'm just horny tonight. Can't a wife get horny once in a while," she pouted.

"Anytime you want," he replied and pressed his lips to hers.

"God, he's a good kisser," she thought as they worked their lips and tongues against each other. "I wish Roberto was this good!"

She was surprised that the thought of Roberto entered her mind at that particular moment but after giving it a fleeting thought she knew that her increased desire for sex was because of him and not Marvin.

Marvin was not responding but he was only semi-hard and he seemed to be having some doubts as to being able to complete the act with her. Slipping her panties off she wrapped them around his cock and used the warm and wet nylon to caress him. He groaned when she cradled his balls and fondled them through the nylon and his cock responded with a little lurch as it filled with blood. 

"Let mommy help," she offered and sliding down his chest she replaced the panties with her long hair and used it to tickle him to full arousal. He was as hard as he was ever going to get when she enclosed the head of his cock in her lips and clamped them around it just behind his crown. 

Holding him tightly in her mouth, she sucked as hard as she could while swathing him with her tongue. The unexpected sensation caused him to lurch and emit a groan that was accompanied by a surge of lubricant that poured into her mouth. She released him and raising her head, she smiled at his astonished face and smacking her lips she elaborately swallowed his essence.



Caller ID Ch. 08



The girls did well in the tournament on Saturday and managed to win both of their games and leaving them giddy and excited. They had two buses and Roberto rode in the second one so the ride down was uneventful with the girls singing songs and just being high school girls. 

Maggie and the other coaches, and several parents who followed in their own cars, sat together in the restaurant when they stopped for breakfast. Roberto joined them and he maneuvered himself so he sat next to her at a large, round table for eight. She caught him staring at her and gave him a dirty look when he took her arm and tried to guide her to a seat next to him at the table. Several times she was forced to almost kick him to make him move his leg away from hers under the table.

She wore a denim skirt and blouse instead of her usual polo shirt and shorts and she was aware of the admiring looks she was getting from some of the male coaches and the husbands and boy friends of some of the female coaches and players. She found herself swishing her long ponytail back and forth over her shoulders reminiscent of her more flirty days in high school and college. Several of the other adult females commented that maybe they should start dressing up a little on their away trips to show an example for the girls.

Two of the girls were hurt in the second game and she spent the evening with Amber and her mother in the emergency room of the local hospital. The ankle was not broken but she suffered a severe sprain and her mother and a friend decided to drive her home that evening. 

Laura's injury was not as severe and Maggie decided that all she needed to do was to keep it elevated and ice it down to keep it from swelling too much. The girls and the rest of the group had already eaten dinner by the time they returned from the hospital and she had gotten Amber and her mother started on their trip back home.

Laura insisted on going with Maggie to a late dinner at a restaurant across the street from the motel. Megan and Jessica helped her and the four of them were soon seated in the dining room where the girls talked about the game and the extent of the injuries but soon the talk turned to boys.

Maggie ate her dinner and read through the USA Today while sort of half listening to their chatter as they shared gossip and stories about school and boys until she heard Roberto's name mentioned. She perked up but pretended to read her paper while she listened.

Jessica gushed about Roberto and how sexy he looked. She kept her voice low thinking that her mother was ignoring her but Maggie could hear every word. She went on and on about how nice he was and how he paid attention to her and she even thought that he may have the hots for her.

Megan laughed at her for thinking that way. 

"You're only 16, what makes you think he's interested in you?"

"I'm almost 17 and why can't he be interested in me?"

"Well don't get your panties in a knot. He's interested in anything that wears a skirt. Don't you see him looking at all the girls? He even looks at the coaches and the mothers, including our mother!"

"Megan! How can you say that? He's not interested in her, she's too old!"

Maggie was momentarily stung by the remark. 

Folding the paper, she said, "Who's too old?"

Jessica tried to cover her remark, "Uh, nobody!" 

"Too old for what?" Maggie pursued the subject.

"Uh, nothing," Jessica floundered.

"She thinks that you are too old for Roberto, that's what!" Megan interjected with a grin on her face at getting Jessica busted.

"Oh, mom! I was just kidding!" Jessica blushed.

"OK, OK. I understand," Maggie said and dug in her purse for money to leave a tip. "Let's go. We have to get up early tomorrow."

It was late by the time Maggie got everyone settled and gathered the bus and car drivers together to plan for their departure on Sunday morning. Some of the adults talked her into going into the motel lounge for a drink before going to bed and after an hour and two Margaritas, she excused herself and headed for her room.

She was supposed to share a room with Laura's mother but ended up alone when Laura got hurt and she and her mother left early for home. She was just dozing off when she heard a quiet knock on the door of her room. 

"Damn those girls! What now?" she said and opening the door a crack she peeked out and saw Roberto standing there in bare feet.



Caller ID Ch. 09



Megan refused to talk to or to even acknowledge her mother the next morning. The team ate breakfast as a group and boarded the buses for the return trip. She looked like she had been crying and Maggie suspected she knew what had happened but she was afraid to pursue the matter.

Roberto rode back in the other bus and Maggie sat alone near the back. She wasn't sure she knew how it happened but she couldn't deny that it did. Her lack of sleep and the aspirins she took to relieve her headache combined with the droning and swaying of the bus soon put her to sleep and she didn't awake until the bus pulled into the school where their cars were parked.

Jessica was the only one who talked on the ride home from the school. She went on about how much fun she had with the three girls who shared her room the night before. Megan didn't comment except to make a sound of disgust when Jessica said some boys they met in the lobby wanted to come up and see their room.

"I wonder where your father is?" Maggie said as they pulled into the driveway and realized Marvin's car wasn't there. 

Megan grabbed her bag and rushed into the house leaving Jessica and Maggie to unload their own clothes and the bag of towels. Maggie unpacked her suitcase and piled her dirty clothes into the hamper in the bathroom. She was putting her new lingerie set into her delicates bag when Megan stomped into her bathroom. 

"Did you wear that for Roberto?" she screamed at her mother. "Did he like your sexy underwear? Did he, did he?"

Maggie froze with fright at Megan's accusation.

"Megan! You stop that right now! What are you talking about?"

"I saw him! I saw him going into your room last night! Don't you try to deny it! I saw him! How could you mother, how could you?" she said and broke down into racking sobs.

"Stop screaming and calm down," Maggie said in a soothing voice. "Nothing happened. He needed some aspirin, that's all."

"Mother!" she accused between hiccupping sobs. "My room was right across the hall and I saw you open the door to him. I was getting some more ice for Laura's ankle and I saw you!"

Maggie's voice was shaking, "I said he needed some aspirin. That's all!"

"I stayed awake all night watching and he didn't come out until six o'clock this morning! You were fucking him! Weren't you?" she screamed.

"Megan Marie! Don't you dare use that kind of language in front of me! Now calm down!"

Maggie's voice was now panicky as she tried to defuse the situation. 

"No! I won't calm down! You're disgusting! What are you going to tell daddy?"

Both were shouting at each other now.

"I'm not going to tell him anything because nothing happened! Now go unpack. We'll talk later."

Jessica's voice came from the bedroom, "What's all the yelling about in here? Why are you two fighting?"

Megan stomped past her and slammed the door to her room.

"It's alright, honey," Maggie said, closing the bathroom door. "I'll be out in a minute."

Maggie leaned back against the door and stood there in shock. She had no idea that anyone had seen him in her room last night. It was entirely her fault. She had let him in knowing what would happen.

Marvin stood in the darkness with his forehead pressed against the rough wooden stud of the common wall between his playroom and the master bathroom. He had heard the girls coming home and was cleaning up his model airplane project when the shouting started. Turning the light off in his room he listened to the argument and the accusations while watching his daughter and his wife through the razor blade slot in the back of the cabinet. 

He didn't want to believe what he was hearing but Megan's accusation was too logical to be a lie. 

"Why would she lie?" he questioned himself. "Maggie is screwing around on me and who the hell is Roberto?"

Peeking back through the slot he watched as Maggie finished sorting her underwear and stuffing it into the net bag. He didn't recognize some of it and Megan's charges came back to him. 

"Did you wear that for Roberto?"

The tears in his eyes made focusing difficult but he forced himself to spy on his wife. He watched as Maggie took something out of her overnight bag and put it into the cosmetic bag she used when she traveled. After placing the bag in the bottom drawer on her side of the vanity she turned on the shower and finished undressing.

Even though he was in emotional pain, Marvin felt himself getting excited as he peeped at his wife. His rising excitement suddenly came to a halt when she pushed her panties down her legs and lifting them with the toe of one foot she took them with her hand.

The sound of the rushing shower water covered Marvin's gasp when he saw that her pubes were completely shaved. 

"She must have done that last night!" he muttered under his breath and continued to watch as she carefully inspected the crotch of her panties before placing them in the bag.

Examining herself in the mirror she ran her hand over her smoothly shaven crotch and he thought she actually allowed a finger to part her vaginal lips in what looked like a caress before stepping into the shower and sliding the door closed.

The house was silent when Marvin came into the house through the door between the garage and the kitchen. Jessica was watching television and Megan was nowhere to be seen. He had just reached the bottom of the stairs when Maggie came out of their bedroom and started down.

"Where were you?" she asked without first greeting him. "We just got home a little while ago."

Marvin watched carefully as she stopped one step above him and moved to kiss him. 

"I was down at the hobby shop getting some airplane stuff," he lied and ignoring the offered kiss he continued up the steps.

"On Sunday?" she asked looking up at him.

"Yeah! They open on Sunday anymore," he replied and went into their bedroom.

Maggie's mind was already in a turmoil and his refusal to kiss her sparked another panicky reaction.

"What's wrong with him? He couldn't know anything! Megan didn't have time to tell him anything! Maybe someone else saw us and called him! No! I'm just imagining things. Now don't get spooky girl. Everything will be OK. Remember, no harm, no foul."


Marvin started searching. He found Maggie's cosmetic bag and in it he found a disk of birth control pills with more than two weeks worth of pills already used and a box of a dozen condoms with four missing. The label on the birth control pack was from a pharmacy over near the college and it was made out to Maggie with Dr. Marvin L. Phillips as the prescribing physician. There were zero refills remaining on the forged prescription for a two-months supply but the date of the prescription was only three weeks ago so she still had over a month's supply left.

Tears were flowing down Marvin's cheeks as he considered the evidence he was holding in his hand. A thousand unanswerable questions flowed through his mind like a torrent of water rushing through a gorge. 

"How long has this been going on? Who is he? At least she is practicing safe sex? If she is using birth control pills why does she need condoms? It takes one complete cycle and maybe she just started taking them and they haven't taken effect yet? My God! I've been having sex with her! What if she has a disease? Tests! I'll have to get tested right away!"

He stared into the mirror as if to get the answers but only his haggard looking reflection stared back.

"Why is she doing this? Am I not satisfying her? Where does she do it? When does she do it? On her trips? Roberto? He must be one of the fathers who help chaperone the girls. Where have I failed in our marriage? How about the girls? What's going to happen when I confront her with this evidence? Will she deny it? How much does Megan know? "I'll kill the son-of-a-bitch! I'll kill her! The whore! No, she's my wife. Something has gone terrible wrong. I'll have to fix it!"

"Daddy?" Jessica's voice came through the bathroom door.

Marvin had to try two or three times before he could get the words out without choking.

"What honey?"

"We ordered pizza and its here. Do you want some?"

"Yes honey. I'll be right down."

After replacing the pills and the condoms in the bag he put it back where he found it. Deciding not to take a shower, he washed his face to get rid of the evidence of his crying and put on a pair of shorts and a shirt before going downstairs.

Marv could hear his daughters arguing before he even reached the dining room.

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"All right! All right!" he said when he reached the doorway. "What's going on in here?"

"Megan says that Roberto is a pervert," said Jessica.

"I did not! I said he was creepy," responded his older daughter, Megan. "He keeps staring at my boobs and licking his lips when no one is looking."

"That's because you have big boobs and you stick them out," shouted Jessica. "You can see your nipples most of the time!"

"You're just jealous Miss Fried Eggs," Megan shouted back. "You still look like a boy! You don't even need a bra! Just a couple of band aids will do."

"Mommm!" Jessica whined. "Make her stop! She's mean."

"Yes, that is a mean thing to say," said her mother. "Now stop it and let us eat in peace."

"Yes, that would be nice," said Marv sliding into his chair. "Who's this Roberto boy anyway?"

Jessica stopped with her slice of pizza halfway to her mouth and rolled her eyes, "He's not a boy! He's in college and he's from Italy and he's hot! Isn't he Mom?"

Marvin glanced at Maggie who was studiously studying her plate during the exchange. 

"Well, honey? Is this Roberto from Italy hot or not?"

Maggie's face flushed and she almost dropped her slice of pizza. 

"I haven't noticed," she responded. "Please pass the salt."

"What do you mean you haven't noticed?" Megan spat in a tone that brought Marvin up short. "He's always mooning around you and you know it!"

"Megan Marie! Stop it!" Maggie warned.

"How old is he?" asked Marv watching Maggie's reaction.

"He's 19 and he's here on a college soccer scholarship," his wife replied.

"Jesus Christ! He's only 19!" Marvin said to himself.

Aloud, he continued, "How come you never mentioned him before? What's he doing in Charleston, South Carolina with a high school girl's soccer team?"

"He's helping us with our techniques," replied Jessica. "He's going back to college in the fall."

"Yeah, right! If that what you want to call techniques!" interjected Megan looking directly at her mother who was ignoring her gaze.

"No, I mean how did he get here?"

Maggie coughed and looked up from her plate. Her flush had diminished and now she looked a little pale.

"Are you all right, honey?" Marvin asked.

"Yes. Something just went down the wrong pipe. Excuse me, I'll be right back."

Marvin watched his wife of 21 years get up and walk towards the kitchen while Jessica answered his question in one non-stop stream of information.

"His name is Roberto da Silva and he's 19 and he's six foot two and he's a goalkeeper and his parents are rich and some kind of government people. Roberto has a Diplomatic Community or something."

"That's Diplomatic Immunity you twit," Megan laughed. "His father works at the Italian Consulate in Miami."

"Daddy, make her stop talking to me that way! Well anyway, they sent him to a private school in Italy," Jessica continued. "He has his own customized van and everything. He got a soccer scholarship to Florida State and he's spending the summer with his aunt and uncle in Charleston. He's real cute and he has a hunky body with a cute little ass that won't quit."

"Jessica! Watch you language!" her father admonished her. "You're too young to be looking at boy's behinds."

"He's not a boy! He's a man!" she gushed, rolling her eyes again. "Allll man!" she emphasized.

"Alright Jessica! That's enough I said!"

"She's just a horn dog," Megan advised with a snort. "First of all he's black..."

Jessica interrupted her. "He's not black! He's Italian!" she corrected her sister.

"Looks black to me," Megan responded. "Let's invite him to dinner and let Daddy decide," she suggested.

Maggie had felt herself start to panic when the girls started to argue about Roberto. She knew her face was hot and she tried her best to ignore what they were saying as she walked away from the table. 

"Damn it! I wish I didn't blush so easily," she admonished herself. 

Rinsing her face with cold water from the faucet, Maggie felt that familiar twinge start deep down in her groin whenever she allowed thoughts of Roberto to enter her mind. 

"Maggie! Where are you? Are you OK?" Marv's worried voice called from the dining room.

"I'll be right there," she replied and patted the drops of water from her face with a paper towel.

"Are you OK, honey?" He asked looking carefully at her. "Did you hear Megan's suggestion?"

"No, what suggestion?" Maggie responded.

"She wants to invite Roberto, the Italian, the black Italian according to Megan, to dinner. Do you know him well enough to invite him?"

Maggie almost went into a coughing fit again. Steeling herself against showing any signs of annoyance or concern she said, "I know him from the summer soccer league, that's all. I don't see much of him since we started fall practice at the college."

The both heard Megan snort but each ignored it for their own reasons.

"Are we all going to be here next Sunday?" Marv asked determined to meet this Roberto.

"The Cougars have our second exhibition game of the season scheduled for Saturday at Gardner-Webb in Charlotte. We leave on Friday and we won't get back until late Saturday night. I won't feel like cooking a big Sunday dinner after we get back. Let's make it another day. OK?"

"I'll cook," volunteered Jessica. "We can get a take-out rotisserie chicken from the supermarket and I'll make my special mashed potatoes if Megan will help. Will you Megan?" she asked in a begging tone.

"I don't want anything to do with him!"

"I'll tell you what," inserted Marv. "Let's invite Mary Lou and Vince and their kids. Instead of chicken, I'll grill hamburgers and hot dogs outside. If the weather's nice we can make it a pool party. Sound good?"

Maggie sat as if in a daze and listened to the plans and suggestions fly back and forth across the table. She didn't want any part of having him in the house. If he slipped and said something there would be hell to pay but she saw no way out.

"OK," she finally agreed. "Let's make it later in the day so I'll be able to get some rest. I'll see if I can get in touch with him tomorrow."

Marvin got up from the table, "OK, it's settled. I'll call Vince and remember, tomorrow's Monday and I have office hours. I won't be home all day. "Help your mother clean up girls, I've got some more stuff to do up in my playroom. I won't be long."

"We'll clean up, mom," volunteered Jessica. "Go ahead and sit down you look tired."

Marvin had no sooner climbed the stairs to his playroom than a beam of light came through the back of the medicine cabinet. Carefully crossing the floor to avoid making any sound he looked through the slot and watched as Maggie pushed the on button on the bedroom cordless phone. The "In use" light blinked on the phone on his desk and he waited to see whom she was calling.

"Roberto? Listen! I'm in trouble! Megan saw you coming out of my room last night. I'm terrified she is going to tell her father and all hell is going to break loose around here."

She listened for a few seconds.

"Yes, I know you do...please let me finish...we have to be more careful...yes, I did...stop saying that...Roberto, listen...they want to invite you to dinner on Sunday...No! It will not be fun, at least for me...we will have to be careful and not say anything to make him suspicious...yes, it was wonderful and...I know, I know...good-bye!"

Maggie pushed the Off button and stood there looking at the phone in her hand. Marvin watched as she closed her eyes and held the phone to her chest for a moment before turning and reaching for the doorknob when the phone in her hand rang.

Marvin looked at the Caller ID on his phone just as she pushed the Talk button on the handset. The name Ronaldo, L K appeared.

"What do you want?" she hissed into the mouthpiece.

"No! One o'clock when...don't call here again...someone will hear it ring...how do I do that...alright, I'll try it but if this doesn't work don't call again!"

Maggie pushed the Off button then the Talk button and dialed a number. Marvin carefully lifted the handset from his phone and gently pushed the Talk button and found himself listening to the sound of the Weather Report. Wondering why she was calling the Weather Report he covered the mouthpiece and listened. He was just about to hang up when he heard the buzz of another call coming in immediately followed by Maggie clicking over to the second call.

"Moggie?" an accented voice said in his ear. "Moggie? Is that you?"

"Yes," she whispered. 

"See, it work!"

"OK! I have to go now. Tomorrow at one o'clock. If it rings more than once you have to hang up. OK?"

"Yes, Moggie. I love you."

"Goodbye."

A chill ran through Marvin when he heard the voice tell his wife that he loved her. The whole thing was bizarre and he was in the middle of a nightmare. Replacing the handset on the cradle he watched through the slot as Maggie worked the keys on the phone apparently deleting the Caller ID. She turned again and left the bathroom leaving him in total darkness with tears running down his face for the second time that night.

Marvin tried to act normal around Maggie but he couldn't quite pull it off. Every time he looked at her he got angry and could feel himself tearing up. Feigning tiredness, he went to bed early and lay there awake. He checked the Caller ID and the Ronaldo number was gone. 

Later, when Maggie quietly came into the room without turning on the light he pretended to be asleep and listened as she went through her evening routine. His stomach gave a lurch and he thought he was going to throw up when he heard her open her vanity drawer followed by the sound of a plastic case falling on the counter and a muttered "Damn."

"She's taking her birth control pill," he thought. "What am I going to do?"

Cuddling up behind him, Maggie spooned herself against him and kissed him on the back of the neck. He felt his neck hairs bristle with her touch and she whispered into his ear.

"Are you awake?"

Marvin made a little move to indicate that she was disturbing his sleep and she settled down and was soon softly snoring behind him.



Caller ID Ch. 10



When Maggie opened her eyes the next morning she realized that Marvin had already left for his practice. She remembered him getting up sometime during the night but she didn't remember him coming back to bed. 

"I must have fallen back to sleep," she said as she stretched and yawned. 

She didn't know if the girls were up yet but the house was quiet so she lay there and went over the events of the past few days.

Roberto's appearance at her motel room door had been unexpected.

"Moggie, I come in?" he whispered.

"No! What are you doing here? Go away! Someone will see you!"

"I must talk to you, il mio amore."

"Wait a minute until I get something on." she said and ran to the bed to put on her robe. When she turned around he was already in the room with the door closed behind him.

"Moggie. Il mio bello!" he said and reached for her.

"No!" she said and backed away from him with her hands held out in front of her. "We can just talk, that's all. You sit there," she said indicating the chair.

Roberto meekly moved over to the chair and sat down while she sat on the foot of the bed. 

"God, he looks so handsome and so vulnerable," she thought. 

Her tummy fluttered and she pressed her thighs together to try and quell the rising heat between them. 

"I can't let him think that he can get away with stuff like this. You fool, you know you want him and you're going to let him do whatever he wants with you so why don't you stop pretending?"

Roberto sat quietly as Maggie paused to think through what she wanted to say. His sad eyes made him look like a puppy that had just been kicked. She expected him to whine any moment.

"You have to stop doing these things!" she told him in a stern voice. "You are going to get me in trouble and I will lose my job and my family! Don't you understand that?"

"Si, Moggie, but I think of you always."

"Yes, I'm flattered, but you can't stay here someone might come."

"I stay little while. Please? I go away tomorrow."

"Away? Where are you going?"

"Il mio padre, father, wants me to go home."

"How long?"

"One month to school start. I no see you!" he said through a voice choked with emotion.

Maggie's mind took in the information and quickly figured out that this was working out to her benefit. She could let him fool around for a while and get what she wanted before he left. That way no one would ever find out. 

"No harm, no foul," she said aloud.

"Perdono?"

"Never mind," she said holding out her arms. "Come here."

Roberto fell to his knees and crossed the short distance between them. When he reached her he laid his head down onto her lap and hugged her legs.

Maggie caressed his hair and reaching down she put her hands on the sides of his face and lifted it up.

"You can stay for a little while. OK?"

He let out with a groan and grabbed her face in his hands and pulled her lips against his. 

Maggie allowed him to kiss her. His technique wasn't the best but his love for her was apparent and she was flattered by the passion that he put into it. She put her hands on his shoulders and pressed on them to move him away. 

"Gently, gently," she whispered in a tender voice. "Remember what I told you."

"Si, si, il mio tesoro," he agreed and pulled her back towards him.

Maggie rose from the bed pulling him up with her without breaking the kiss. She pressed her body against him and felt the hardness of his erection pressing sideways into her thigh. She was not much shorter than he was so she was able to tease him and herself by rubbing her belly back and forth against him.

He reached down and adjusted himself so that it was standing up between them. Her belly was now in contact with its full length. She prolonged the enjoyment by squirming gently so that she could feel the result of his passion molding itself into her body.

He hadn't taken his lips from hers since they started the kiss as if he was afraid to interrupt the moment. Taking charge, she pulled her lips away and offered the side of her neck to him. Placing her hand on the back of his neck she pulled his head down to encourage him to move there. Her other hand moved down his back to just above his ass so she could hold herself tightly against him.

He placed is open lips against the flesh of her neck and she could feel the hot dampness of his saliva when he caressed her with his tongue. He started to suck on her neck and she pulled far enough away so that he could see her gently shake her head.

"Don't do that!" she whispered. "It will leave a mark. Understand?" 

He nodded is head in agreement and held her cheek with one hand while sliding her robe off of her shoulder to allow his lips to touch her there.

Visions of a dimly lighted high-school dance floor flooded her mind and brought her body to a heightened state of arousal. 

"I may as well go all the way," she thought and sliding her hand between them she separated herself a little from him and turning her wrist she captured him with her hand. 

"My god is that hard!" she thought and squeezed a little harder. "It won't give any, it feels like it's carved from marble."

Sensing his size with her fingers she detected a curve in his penis that she investigated. She didn't remember him feeling that way when she was with him in the car but that time she had barely touched him before he ejaculated. 

"No, Moggie! Non!" he groaned and pushed her hand away.

"Why? What's wrong?" she asked.

"I am funny," he mumbled.

"Funny? What do you mean funny?"

"No look, it not right," he struggled with the English words.

"What do you mean not right?" she asked with alarm. 

"I am bent, crooked!" he explained and covered himself with both hands.

"Let me see!" she demanded and sat on the bed. She had reverted back to her medical training forgetting for the moment what she was doing in a motel with a young man in a room that already reeked of sex and sweat. "Let me see it!"

She tugged at his shorts and Roberto removed his hands to reveal a slowly softening penis with a decided upward curve towards his stomach.

"I was hurt, they kick me when I boy," he explained. "It is wrong!"

"Peyronie's! You have Peyronie's disease," she said reaching out to hold it in both hands. "It probably happened when you got kicked."

"The girls, they do not like it. They are afraid," he quietly said and tried to move her hands away.

Maggie continued to hold him and she felt him growing hard again as she moved her hands on him. 

"Well, I'm not afraid and it obviously works OK," she said looking up at him. 

"Moggie, will you be my one? Il mio virgin?" he asked in a little boy's voice.

Pulling him towards her she examined him closely.

"Well, I'm not a virgin by any ..." she stopped as understanding came through. "Oh, are you a virgin?" 

"Si, Moggie. The girls, they are afraid of me."

Maggie was enjoying his youthful hardness as she caressed him. 

"Does it hurt when it's hard?"

"No, only when I don't, uh ... avere orgasm, I don't know how to say. I am sorry."

"Orgasm? Cum is how you say it. Do you want me to help you cum again?"

Maggie didn't need to hear him answer and she continued to massage him with both hands while pressing her forehead into his belly and making crooning sounds of comfort.

"I will love you my sweet but I am not protected."

"Oh, Moggie! Oh, Moggie! Oh, Moggie!" he repeated as he tangled his fingers in her hair.

A jet of semen erupted from the end of his newly hard cock and gushed out onto his stomach. Another stroke with her hands and a second jet streamed out that she caught in her hand. His knees were shaking and his whole body trembled as she milked him with one hand and rubbed the head with the other.

Maggie came out of the bathroom to find Roberto laying nude on the bed. His erection had already returned and he was fondling his testicles. Her robe was on the bathroom floor and sliding the straps of her nightgown down over her shoulders she let it fall around her feet and presented her nakedness to him.

He sat up and started to speak when she said, "Shhh! Don't talk," and kneeling on the bed she placed a handful of condoms on the table then reached out to him as he captured her breasts in his hands. 

"Gently, gently," she reminded him and laying beside him she cupped his testicles and kissed his chest. 

"Oh..." he began but she stopped him again.

"Shhh!" let me take care of you and kissed him on the lips.

His huge hand was fumbling to get between her legs and she bent her left knee and rested her foot on the bed. He cupped her sex and gently squeezed it in rhythm with their tongues moving in and out of each other's mouths. She was as wet as she ever remembered being and she let out with a little yelp when his finger searched out her opening and penetrated her for the first time. The anticipation of his touch had brought her to a point where his initial contact sent a shuddering surge of sensations flowing through her being.

She savored the contact until breaking the kiss she rested her head on his chest and once again examined his bent organ. She was fascinated by it and wondered how they were going to couple with him being so dramatically curved. She was considering giving him some oral sex when Roberto anxiously rolled over and pushed her legs apart with his knees in preparation for mounting her.

"Hold on! Wait a minute! You have to wear a condom!"

"No, Moggie. No gomma!"

"Yes, you must. My pills won't be effective for another week. Now wait!"

Pushing him off of her, she reached for one of the foil packages and handed it to him.

He stripped off the foil wrapper and with some difficulty, because of the bend, he rolled it down over his dripping penis. 

Maggie, now as anxious as he to start the sex act, welcomed him back between her legs and reached down to guide him into her. The head kept slipping out of her opening because of the angle and his impatient thrusting didn't make it any easier. She finally arched her back and pushed down on his cock with her finger to get it started and his next thrust pushed it into her.

The bend caused it to feel larger than it was and she felt a little pain and stretching because of the unusual pressure on her vaginal walls. She found by keeping her feet flat on the bed she could hold herself at the right angle and able start a comfortable rhythm with him. 

This was it. This was what she wanted and it felt wonderful. No thoughts of her life outside of the motel room were present as she threw herself into the sensations stirred up by his cock invading her body, a body that was supposed to be reserved for her husband.

She was startled when she first felt a scraping against her G-Spot that she had never experienced during intercourse. The reservoir end on Roberto's latex encased cock rubbed against it and created the most intense sensations she had ever experienced. She found herself pushing up against him twice on each one of his thrusts to get the most feeling out of it. 

Her first orgasm came suddenly upon her within a very few minutes of their first coupling. A totally unexpected, second one was not far behind and she was sure she could have achieved a third if he had not climaxed and fell heavily upon her.

"Oh, Moggie, il mio virgin," he said as she pushed on his waist to get his weight off of her. 

"He's going to need a lot of training," she smiled to herself. "If the girls knew what it was really like they wouldn't be afraid of him."

Sitting up she looked down at him and leaning over she kissed him.

"Thank you, that was good. The girls should not be afraid of you," she said while stripping the condom off of his collapsing cock.

They only got a few hours sleep that night as she continued her education with him. When he took her standing up while she sat on the top of the vanity it brought back memories of her other affair. She even insisted that they do it again with a pair of her shorts and panties hanging from her leg but she was disappointed when he complained about her pubic hair and would not give her any oral sex until she allowed him to shave her. 

The act of him shaving her brought her to a new height of erotic sensation. She had another orgasm when he teased her by rubbing her now smooth pubes with one hand while penetrating her with his fingers. Once she was bare he found that he liked burying his face into her and several times she received another jolt of a new consciousness when she felt his tongue linger on her anus

They found that rear entry was almost impossible because of the pain caused by his shape but that if she laid face down flat on the bed he could penetrate her with just the end of his cock and bring pleasure to both of them. 

It was only after they were finally figured out a comfortable way for him to mount her from the rear that she realized he had removed the condom and ejaculated inside of her. At first she was terrified but since it was close to her period she felt relatively safe.

The final act was the only time she allowed him to cum in her mouth. His shape made it difficult but they found if he lay on his back she could actually rest the side of her head on his belly as she sucked and licked him to a weak completion as she drained the little that was left in him. 

It had been years since she had sucked Marvin and the thought crossed her mind that maybe she should start again since it gave her such a feeling of power over her partner. She had Roberto blubbering for her to bring him to a climax as she teased and carried him to the brink time and time again.

A final kiss and he was out the door in what they thought was an unobserved exit. 

Maggie turned off the lights and tried to get some sleep. She thought back over the last few hours and realized that hardly a word had been spoken and she didn't remember any laughter or humor. Their lovemaking had no life in it. She was sexually satisfied and pleased with the chance to experience something as intense as the last few hours but it was pure selfishness on her part.

She had discovered that Roberto's profession of love was really a profession of lust and she quickly found he had no desire to please her but only to please himself. He used her body just as she used his. In spite of it all she was totally satiated and had only a fleeting wrench of guilt just before she closed her eyes in sleep.

Shaking herself back to reality, Maggie caressed her bare pubes with one hand while running two fingers of her other hand teasingly up and down her closed vagina lips. She softly increased the pressure with each pass of her fingers. She had discovered that she liked some anal stimulation and her fingers crept lower on some of her caresses to include her anus. Finally she couldn't stand her own teasing and after circling her anus with her finger she separated her labia at the very bottom with her finger and her lips peeled apart as the blood engorged flesh made her body ready for intercourse. 

Gasping with sensation, she brought herself to the moment of release before inserting two of her fingers as far up into herself as she could get them. Her climax was intense and she continued rubbing the top of her vagina while remembering how it felt with Roberto's cock stretching and thrusting into her.



Caller ID Ch. 11



The next few weeks saw Maggie settling back into her old routine. She continued to take her birth control pills because she was anticipating Roberto coming back for one more fling before he was gone forever. Marvin's attitude was bothering her but she couldn't put her finger on it. He seemed upset when he was told that Roberto was back in Miami and that he would not be meeting him any time soon. He avoided sex with her claiming that he had hurt his back playing golf and the one time she insisted on it and practically raped him he had immediately gone into the bathroom and taken a shower when they were through.

Marvin listened to several of her conversations with Roberto through the bathroom medicine cabinet and his daily check of the Caller ID on his phone showed that there was a call from Miami every day at almost exactly one o'clock but no matching Caller ID indicator on the house phones. He had finally figured out that the phones in the house all belonged to the same set and that they did not control the older one in the garage.

Marvin was still not sure what he was going to do but his internal debate was not about whether or not his marriage was over. From his viewpoint it had ended the day he figured she forged the birth control prescription and bought the condoms. His concern was for the girls and he wanted to protect them without him coming off looking like the bad guy. He was afraid that if he confided in them and accused their mother of cheating on the family they would take her side and not look at the facts and the evidence.

The girls also seemed to be at odds with each other. Sixteen year-old Jessica hardly ever left her mother's side and 18-year old Megan was always near him. She frequently told him how much she loved him and she hugged him more often than he remembered her ever doing so. 

He spent less and less time at home of if he was home he was busy in his playroom or in the garage. He and Maggie had not had a meaningful conversation in several weeks but she didn't seem to notice. She was preoccupied with something and he knew exactly what it was. The three phone calls he managed to listen in on were all about sex and how soon she and Roberto could get together again since Roberto's father was not letting him go back to Charleston until Thanksgiving break.

Marvin managed to get a peek at Maggie now and then and he took note that she continued to let the hair grow under her arms and she was regularly shaving her pubic hair. She had mentioned that fact in one of the overheard conversations and Marvin knew why and for whom she was doing it.

It was the third week after Roberto left that during Wednesday dinner Maggie announced she had to go to Jacksonville, Florida for a weekend meeting of the Southeast Conference Sports Medicine Specialists. She would be driving down with one of her staff from the college. The meeting was to be held all day Saturday and Sunday morning so she would leave on Friday evening and return on Sunday night. She and Cindy, her staffer, would share a room in the hotel where the conference was being held.

Immediately after dinner Megan jumped up and went to her room without saying anything to anyone. She returned a few minutes later with fire glowing from her eyes in her bright red face. 

Walking over to Marvin sitting alongside the pool she sat down next to him and said, "Daddy, can I come into the office tomorrow? One of my braces needs adjusting."

"Here, let me take a look at it," he said and moved to get up.

"No, I'd rather do it tomorrow. It's OK for now and I have some things to do tonight."

Marvin was surprised when Megan showed up at is office shortly after it opened. His nurse told him she was there and brought her into the examining room as soon as he was finished with his first patient.

"You're up early this morning. It must be hurting you," he joked as Megan hugged him and kissed him. "Here sit down and I'll take a look."

"It's not hurting at all. That's not what's wrong with me," she said and started to sob.

Marvin pushed his examining stool over to her and after he helped her sit down she didn't let go of his hand. She held it to her face and he could feel the tears wetting his flesh.

"My God, she's pregnant!" was his first thought.

"What's the matter honey? Tell me."

Megan stood up and wrapped her arms around him.

"Daddy? Do you love mommy?"

"Yes, of course I do," he automatically replied but his thoughts rejected his spoken answer.

"Well," she sobbed. "I don't think she loves you or us anymore!"

Marvin immediately knew what she was talking about. She had found out somehow and it was eating her up. That's why she had seemed so cold and distant the last few weeks.

Pushing her gently away he looked into her face and asked, "Why do you think that, honey?"

He already thought he knew the answer but he didn't want to blurt out something in case he was wrong.

"Daddy!" Megan stared into his eyes through her tears. "She's having an affair!"

Her grip on him tightened and she buried her face in his chest as her body heaved with racking sobs. 

"I'm sorry I have to be the one to tell you but I can't keep it in anymore," she said in a voice muffled by his lab smock.

"It's OK sweetheart. I already know about it."

She pulled back and looked at him, "You did? How did you find out? Are you angry? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I overhead some conversations and I found some stuff that made me believe it was true and yes, I'm angry, and hurt and I didn't tell you because I haven't figured out how to do that. You've solved that problem anyway."

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know sweetheart. I'm so sorry you had to find out. How did you find out?"

"I saw them. You know his name is Roberto don't you?"

Marvin nodded is head.

"I saw him go into her motel room and stay there all night when we were at that tournament."

"Is that what you were arguing about when you came back from that bus trip?"

"Yes, and she lied to me!"

"Honey, she's lied to everybody including herself!"

"Now just go home and try not to be upset. Maybe I'll have a better idea of what I'm going to do when she comes back from her Sports Medicine meeting.

"Daddy! Don't you know?" she wailed. "She's not going to any meeting. I checked with Cindy's...Mrs. Wright's daughter and she told me her family is going to Hilton Head for the weekend. I think she's....she's going to be with him!"

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry, I had no idea. Please calm down. I wish you weren't involved in all of this and I tried to keep it from you to protect you. We'll work things out somehow. Now go home and don't say anything. OK?"

"OK, daddy. I love you. I have to go wash my face first."

There was no call from Roberto when he checked his phone that evening. Something must have happened to disrupt their secret little method of communicating. Marvin was almost happy with the absence of a call and he allowed himself to think that maybe something happened and it was over. He had considered putting a recorder on the phone but he didn't know how to do that and he didn't want to involve anyone else in this mess.

Maggie was reading a book out by the pool when Marvin came out and sat down next to her. Marvin watched her as she read and wondered what goes through someone's mind when they know that they are in the midst of a process that could destroy a family and a way of life.

After a few minutes, she turned a page and looked over at him, "What are you looking at me for?"

"I'm just wondering what you are thinking about?" he replied. 

She seemed to tense up for a moment before she answered, "Oh, nothing in particular. Just the story I'm reading."

Marvin continued to look at her in silence.

"Why, what's wrong?" she seemed unnerved.

"Maggie, we've been married for over 20-years now!"

"You don't have to tell me that. I know!" she said and sat up straighter in her chair with a worried look on her face.

"I think we have been relatively happy for most of those years, don't you?"

"Yes. What are you getting at?" she said with a little tremor of nervousness surfacing in her voice.

"The girls are getting to the point where they won't be with us much longer. Megan wants to go away to school and Jessica will be finishing high school a year early so she'll be gone too."

"And?" her voice sounded worried to him.

"Well, maybe we should try and spend some more time together. We are so busy with our other activities we don't have much time as a couple anymore."

"We see each other every day, don't we?" she offered.

"Yes, but that's not what I mean. We don't spend any time doing anything together. It's all about the house or the girls or work or something."

Marvin could see that she was getting agitated. She wasn't sure where he was going with this and he was not going to let her off of the hook.

"Well, if you'd stop playing golf and poker and watching Monday Night Football maybe we would have more time together," she said in her special accusatory tone.

"Yes, I can do that and I will! I'll tell you what. Let's go somewhere for the weekend. Maybe just a hotel in town for a night. Dinner, maybe dancing, do it up right. What do you say?"

She paused for a moment as if considering his offer but in fact her mind was whirling.

"You know I have the sports meeting this weekend."

"Yes, that's what you told me, but it can't be more important than our relationship. Maybe you could skip it and let Cindy fill you in so we can work on our marriage a little."

"Our marriage?" she was angry now. "There's nothing wrong with our marriage! What are you implying?"

"I'm not implying anything. Is there something I should be implying?"

"This is going nowhere! I'm going to bed and I am going to Jacksonville!"

"Well, no one can say I didn't try," he said as she arose from her chair.

"What do you mean by that?" she spat at him.

"Nothing, goodnight."



Caller ID Ch. 12



The house was deathly silent all the next day. Marvin did not have office hours on Friday and he spent the day puttering around the house until it came time for the one o'clock call.

Sitting in the darkness of his playroom he played with his empty beer bottle and waited for the light to light on his phone. The first indication that the telephone tryst was about to start was the little beam of light shining through the razor blade slot.  He watched the "Ext. in use" letters appear out of the darkness and he could hear the little beep, beep, of the phone buttons being pushed. There was silence from the bathroom and he figured she must be listening to the weather report. He waited for a few seconds and gently pushed the "Talk" button on the phone to be greeted by the expected Weather Girl's voice.

They listened to the report repeat itself twice and he was getting his hopes up that Roberto wouldn't call when he heard the buzz-buzz sound. 

Maggie immediately switched over and quietly said, "Hello."

"Moggie," came the voice he didn't want to hear. "Moggie, il mio bello, I miss you. Will you soon come?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I'm leaving early tonight. I'll have my cell phone so call me if you get there before I do. OK?"

"Si, Moggie. Moggie, I have someone with me."

"With you? Who?" she said in alarm.

"My father's driver from Consulate. It is big trip."

"Does he know anything?"

"No, no. He good friend, amico. He help me."

"Are you sure?"

"Si. No worry. Remember by the airport. OK?"

"Yes, goodbye."

"Arrivederci, ti amo."

The light blinked out and he heard her hiding her infidelity as she erased the number.

Peeking through the slot he watched her remove her birth control pill disk from the case and punch out today's pill. She counted them carefully before she put them back into her cosmetic bag and hid it in the drawer of her vanity.

He spent the rest of the day trying to detect anything unusual in Maggie's actions or demeanor. Except for her coldness towards him he couldn't see anything that would make him think she felt guilty about what she was about to do. 

"Again!" he added.

Marvin couldn't stand hanging around so he made up a story about going to the lumberyard to pick up something and when he got back she was already gone on her trip. 

Megan was waiting for him when he pulled into the garage. 

"I'm sorry daddy, she left."

"Sweetheart, this has nothing to do with you, remember that. It has nothing to do with us. She made her own decision."

"Do you think she will be back?"

"Yes, I'm sure of that. Apparently this is something she feels that she must do regardless of what happens to our family."

Megan threw herself into his arms.

He hugged her and said, "Find Jessica and we'll go out and get some ice cream. OK?"

The ringing phone woke Marvin up from a deep sleep. He had tossed and turned for hours while he tried to figure out what they were going to do and he still had not figured out an answer when he finally dozed off.

"Dr. Phillips?" the voice came over the phone.

"Uh, yes," he replied.

"Dr. Marvin Phillips?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"Dr. Phillips, this is Sgt. Bradley S. Moore of the South Carolina Highway Patrol."

Marvin's blood ran cold and he sat bolt upright in the bed.

"Yes! What is it? What's happened?"

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this but there has been an accident and your wife, Margaret, was injured. I'm sorry."

"An accident! Where? When?"

"Dr. Phillips, I am calling from just outside of your house will you meet me at your front door? I'll explain everything to you. I'm sorry."

The two troopers had been very gentle and sympathetic when they sat him down and explained that Maggie and two men had been killed in the crash of a conversion van just before the Georgia State line. The van apparently overturned several times but the driver was wearing a seat belt and he survived only to die in the hospital a short time later. Maggie and a young man were apparently riding in the back of the van without benefit of seatbelts and were pronounced dead at the scene. 

The funeral was quickly arranged and Maggie was buried on Tuesday. There were hundreds of people at the viewing since she was well known both at the college and at the high schools. Several young girls from the teams had to be treated for hysteria during the viewing and during the ceremonies and at Jessica's insistence she was buried with a soccer ball along side of her body in her coffin.

People were curious as to why she was in the van with Roberto in the first place. Marvin avoided their questions and did not respond in any way. Some good intentioned friends mentioned the possibility of a civil lawsuit but a lawyer friend at the funeral indicated that it would get them nowhere since Roberto was protected under Diplomatic Immunity. The Consulate refused to comment on the accident except to acknowledge that a driver, and the son of a Consular officer were the two males killed in the accident. Marvin was glad that there would not be any further inquiry into the accident so that no more information and speculation would surface to become fodder for gossip.

Marvin and the girls were finally left alone on Tuesday evening. Their friends and family had all left them to their grief and Marvin and Megan were quietly sitting around the pool lost in their own thoughts when the doorbell chimed. 

"Will you get it sweetheart? I don't know if I want to talk to anybody right now."

Megan came back followed by the same State Trooper that had informed him of the accident. He was carrying a plastic bag and what looked like Maggie's suitcase. 

"Dr. Phillips, may I speak with you please," he asked.

Marvin told Megan to stay outside and he went into the living room with the trooper.

"Sir, we finally got permission to search the vehicle and to gather your wife's belongings. Working with diplomats is frustrating. There are some details of the accident that were not made public. Would you like to hear them?"

"Yes, of course!"

"Sir, here are your wife's belongings. Her suitcase and the clothes that we found in the vehicle."

"Clothes? You mean the clothes she was wearing?"

"Uh, no sir. She was not wearing any clothes."

"No clothes?" I don't understand.

"Sir, neither was the young man we found with her."

Marvin looked at him in wonder until the information sank in and awareness dawned on his face.

The trooper went on, "The older gentleman was driving. He was dressed."

Marvin slowly nodded.

"I'm sorry sir. I thought you might like to know. Good day and I am sorry for your loss."

Marvin dumped the contents of the plastic bag out onto the sofa. Maggie's purse, only one of her sandals, a sundress and a peach colored bra and panty set lay spread out over the sofa. He sifted through them and then he picked them up and, except for the purse, he stuffed them back into the bag.

Megan's hand on his arm and her voice broke into his thoughts. 

"Daddy, are you all right?"

"Yes, sweetheart," he replied and held her close. "Yes, we'll be OK."

"Daddy," she hesitated. "I heard what he said."

"Let's pretend we didn't hear that and we mustn't ever let Jessica or anyone else know. OK?"

"OK, daddy. I love you."

"I love you too. Will you help me carry your mot...this stuff up to the guest room? We'll have to decide what we are going to do with her things some other time. I don't feel up to it right now."

The telephone rang as they moved towards the stairs. Marvin put the suitcase down and picked up the telephone.

"Dr. Phillips? This is SavDrugs calling. Your office has been closed for the last few days and we didn't know how to get in touch with you so I looked up your home number in our file. I hope you don't mind."

"No, that's all right. What can I do for you?"

"We had a request to refill a prescription on Friday and there are no refills left. Will you authorize one for the patient?"

"What is it for? Tylenol with codeine?"

"Uh, no Doctor. It's for Ortho Tri-Cyclen Lo, birth control pills."

Marvin's knees almost gave out and he leaned against the doorframe.

"Who is it for?" he asked knowing that he knew the answer.

"A Margaret Phillips. Shall I go ahead and refill it?"

"No, don't bother. She won't be needing them any more. Thank you, goodbye."

The End.