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Community Property

By: StangStar06



Hi folks, another week, another tale of love gone wrong. I'm still shocked that I got away with naming the hero of last week's story Daniel Boone and no one caught it. As A warning I have to tell you that this one includes some violence. But in the end it's only a story. Only imaginary people were injured during the story and even they got back up and went home after it ended. So for those of you who don't like to see things like that, this one probably won't be your cup of tea. For the three or tour of you who are still here, enjoy. Thanks as usual to the truly great Mikothebaby for editing this. Here we go. 

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As I drive through the sculptured lawns and dignified monuments, the first thing that goes through my mind is how similar this cemetery is to the golf course here in town. Of course, the golf course is three miles in the opposite direction but, maybe they'd been laid out by the same guy.

It seems so strange being back here in the town I grew up in and spent most of my life in, for the first time in more than eight years. I always thought that I'd live here for my entire life and finally die here as well, but it wasn't to be.

I guess the strangest thing about coming back here is the circumstances. I'm back here for the funeral of a man who was as close to me as a brother for most of my life. Growing up, there were four of us. They called us the Musketeers, because we were always together and it was all for one and one for all like the Musketeers. If you messed with one of us, you had to deal with all of us.

Now, of the four of us, I was the only one who wasn't crippled or dead. It's really surprising when you consider that we're all the same age and none of us is over forty. I probably wouldn't have come back for this funeral either, if Jeff's mom hadn't gotten my number from some mutual friends and begged me to come and say a few words.

I'm not sure what it'll be like facing some of my old friends and the people I knew when I lived here. I have doubts about the way they'll feel about me. Any reservations I was thinking about go away as a hand reaches out to caress mine on top of the gear shift knob. I take my eyes off of the road for a split second and see the smile break out on my wife's face.

Her smile is contagious and I can't hide mine. "It feels weird to be going home after all of this time doesn't it?" I asked.

She nodded at me and smiled again. Before she could form words to express her thoughts, we both heard the wisdom of the ages from my Mustang's tiny back seat.

"This isn't home, Daddy. This is some other place. But it has nice grass. Can I play on that grass?" asks my five year old daughter.

I pull in behind the line of cars and see that even though we're here early there are already a few people here. Strangely enough, you'd expect there to be many more. After all, Jeff lived his entire life here in town. You'd have kind of expected everyone to come out to bid him farewell. Since Jeff had started out as a doctor you'd have expected there to be a lot of people here just to acknowledge all of the good he'd done. But then his last few years probably weren't spent in the medical field. I wonder what he'd done after he got out of jail?

I got out of the car and walked around to open the door for my wife Amanda and my daughter Aimee. I could feel a slight buzzing at the back of my neck as the hair stood up on it. I looked up and noticed that most of the people in the small crowd were staring at us.

Amanda grew up here too. She was just away from the town for most of her life after the first two years of college. Ours, in a way, is a second marriage for both of us. We each grab one of Aimee's hands and start toward the crowd. As I near the gathering, Reverend Brady starts to introduce me. It's almost as if they'd been waiting for me.

I step up to the small podium they have erected for Jeff's funeral and begin speaking. I talk about the tragedy of loss of life. I talk about holding on to the people you love because we never know when they'll be taken from us and I talk about the value of living life to the fullest because again we never really know how long we have. Then I step down to a generous round of applause, a few puzzled faces and a couple of faces caught in open mouthed shock.

The two caught in shock are the people here that I know best. One of them, Bert is the only other one of the Musketeers beside me, who's still alive. He leans heavily on a cane and one of his legs is twisted badly. The arm that holds the cane seems to be larger than the other one. His left arm is barely functional and the muscles have shrunk due to atrophy. He also has trouble breathing. I, of course, know that this is because he had several of his ribs that were shattered and so his capacity to enlarge and contract his ribcage isn't the best. He looks at me and I have trouble reading the emotions behind his gaze.

The other person that seems shocked to see me is a woman. She seems to be far older than she should be, especially when you consider that we're the same age. Her complexion and the look in her eyes speak of a history of alcohol abuse. Her slack jawed gaze locks onto me as if she's imploring me to notice her. She's bent over at the waist slightly and her skin is ruddy. She's thicker than I remember in the torso yet her limbs appear spindly. As she looks at me, trying to decide whether or not to approach me, the two women in my life make themselves known.

Amanda puts herself protectively between me and the other woman, as if telling her that to get to me she has to go through her first. Then my daughter's voice booms out in the way that only a five year old can get away with. "Daddy, is that a witch?" she asks. "Is she an evil witch like the ones in my story books? She looks like one."

Another voice, this one far older and still filled with love comes from the other side. "Liam, you spoke so well," she says. I look to see Jeff's mom talking to me. "You aren't leaving so soon are you? We're having a get together at the house after the ceremony. You haven't been back to town since you left. Don't you want to go over and say goodbye to Jeff before they...I can't say it," she starts to break down into tears. I hug the woman who except for my own mother had the most to do with raising me.

I pull her into me and gently squeeze her to let her know that I'm there with her and that I feel her pain.

Her husband, who's also very broken up, comes over to relieve me of her. Another woman, this one younger, looks me straight in the eye. "Well played Liam," she smirks. "I did notice if no one else did, the con game you just played. Your words WERE very beautiful and very inspiring, but they were also very generic. You didn't say one God damned thing about Jeff himself, did you?"

"That didn't sound at all like a man who was as close to being a brother as anyone Jeff had. You guys grew up together and spent most of your lives looking out for each other. I guess I was expecting something more personal, unless..."

"Unless what?" I asked. Paula was Jeff's ex-wife and the mother of his two kids.

"Unless you hated the bastard as much as I did," she smirked. "But it doesn't matter really. It looks like you did okay in the end and everything ended up the way it should have from the beginning." She waved at Amanda and then turned to leave.

Before she got out of earshot, she threw a last barb over her shoulder. "No matter what his mom says, don't go and look at the body. He doesn't look anything like he used to. His life was hell for the past eight years and he looks like it. And if you're anything like me, you won't be able to resist the urge to spit on the bastard's face. After all he deserves this."

Paula's display of feelings for Jeff has given Bert the time he needs to hobble his way over to me.

"Liam," he gasps. "You're looking well."

I give him a curt nod. "How long are you going to be in town?" he asks.

"Not long," I say.

"Do you think that I could have a few words with you before you go? There are some things I need to get off of my chest and I'll probably never have another chance. You're doubtlessly going to be the last of the Musketeers alive. If you wait another eight years before coming back I'll be gone by then for sure," he said.

"I'm going to drop Mandy and my daughter off to visit my mom and dad," I said. "They haven't seen her since they were in Chicago to spend Christmas with us. Where would you like to meet?"

"Mulligan's" he said. "Thanks." I just nodded again.

The woman my daughter thought was a witch has been listening to the entire exchange. She turns to leave after another lingering glance at me. I'm sure she'll be there too. There are probably things she'll want to say to me without Amanda present.

I rejoin my wife and child and head back to my Mustang. I deprive myself of the chance to say goodbye to Jeff and also as his ex-wife said, the chance to release bodily fluids of one kind or the other on his corpse.

Less than an hour later, I'm sitting at the table the four of us, lifelong best friends always sat at in Mulligan's. Old man Mulligan is still running the place, although his sons seem to actually be in charge. He tells me that of the four of us, I'm the only one who hasn't changed and I smile.

As I wait for Bert to join me, I remember back eight years ago when the friendship of a lifetime ended and with it my innocence.

Actually, I remember it like it was yesterday. Though it doesn't seem like I came out of it any worse for wear, it changed me on a fundamental level. I've been in therapy for years. I guess truthfully though, it was Amanda who got me through it with my soul intact. Amanda ran away from her first um...husband for me and we built our life together. Well, let me start at how everything fell apart.

My name is William Bennett. I grew up along with three others in the town of Danbridge, Indiana. Danbridge is a medium sized town. We had most of the amenities of larger cities. It just takes us a while longer to get them.

My three best friends, Jeff Martin, Bert Lincoln and Greg Pruitt, had the world on a string. We were all married. We all owned our own homes and we all had great jobs or careers.

Jeff was a doctor. Greg was a lawyer. Bert was a teacher and I'm an engineer. We all got together for parties and barbecues at each other's homes regularly. Of course, the guys also bowled together, played cards together and played golf together as well. 

Bert was the best golfer among us. He'd won the country club's tournament four times in a row. Everyone expected him to win it again this year and tie the record for most wins. Then next year he'd set the new record, he was that good.

Greg was the best bowler among us and Jeff was the best card player. I wasn't really the best at anything we did together. My skills lay in other areas. I was an avid runner and had done four marathons, including Boston. I was never going to win a marathon, but I was the only guy I knew who could run twenty six miles. I also loved my Mustangs. From the first car I ever bought, I've never driven anything else.

Two of our wives were also from Danbridge and grew up with us. Jeff's wife, Paula, had been a couple of years behind us in school and we'd all watched her grow into the woman she became. Greg had met his wife, Tina, in college and she'd moved to Danbridge after they married. And Bert's wife, Elaine, did the same after he met her at a teacher's conference.

My wife, Julie, had grown up with us. She was actually kind of the unofficial fifth Musketeer. It was kind of weird the way she and I ended up with each other. I hadn't really met her until I got out of college though she was always around. After we graduated, she started hanging out with us more and became a part of the crew. I guess that we were just the last two standing after the others paired up. That forced us to spend time with each other and we ended up getting married.

Julie was the light of my life. Despite the fact that it hadn't been love at first site for her, I'd always liked her. I guess it just took a little bit longer for her to discover that she loved me.

All through high school and college, I'd dated someone else. But that kind of went down the tubes when it came time to pick a major and decide what we were going to do with our lives. Our two career paths were simply incompatible. As much as I really loved her and hoped she loved me, I couldn't wrap my head around her career choice and the lifestyle it entailed. There wouldn't have been any room for me in her life anyway.

So, though it was circumstances that pushed Julie and I together, we were determined to make it work. We had a plan and everything. We'd worked out a table for all of the significant things in our life including when to start having our kids. We were almost at that point when things got blown out.

It was my habit to go out and do my longest run of the week on Sunday morning. It was usually a two to three hour stamina run and it set me up for the rest of the week.

So on that Sunday, I was puttering around the park at a pace that was slow enough that I'd be able to continue it for twenty miles or so when I came up behind the most incredible legs I'd even seen. They were slender, yet well shaped. The muscles in those legs were sculpted. Her thighs were amazing with a bit of a gap between them at the top. The ass that connected those legs was mouth-watering. I threw my training schedule and pace out of the window, just to watch that undulating ass in front of me.

That amazing ass tapered to form a thin waist and kept going. After a couple of shy glances over her shoulder, the woman suddenly stopped and I ran right into her.

"Liam, this isn't the way I wanted us to meet again," she said and changed my world.

After I got my head out of my ass, I realized that I knew her. I ended up spending the rest of the morning talking to her. Had it not been for me changing my schedule to talk to Amanda, my life would probably be very different.

As it was, I ended up going home early. Everything in Danbridge is relatively close so I didn't drive to the park, I ran in. I walked back home and walked into the house ready to tell Julie about running into my old girlfriend.

I wasn't prepared for what I heard. I'd come in through the kitchen because when I was sweaty and dripping, Julie had a fit about me even being in the living room. I wasn't allowed to be anywhere near her furniture unless I was absolutely clean.

That just seemed wrong to me considering what I was watching her do then. My wife was bent over on all fours with Greg thrusting his dick into her from behind. Jeff was grabbing her by the sides of her head and ramming his dick down her throat. Bert was standing to one side jacking off and probably waiting for his turn.

My heart went into my throat. "Suck it Bitch," said Jeff as Julie just made gagging sounds and her head bounced back and forth.

They were all naked and it looked like they'd done this a lot. I didn't know how to react. This wasn't anything I'd ever have expected. I mean these three guys were closer to me than anyone else I could think of. We'd helped each other through every facet of life. Jeff had actually introduced me to Julie in the first place. And Julie loved me. I put away my anger and got my phone out and started snapping pictures to use in my divorce.

Julie stopped sucking Jeff's meat and stuck out her tongue. Jeff shot a wad of sperm down her throat and groaned. "Dammit, I didn't want to come yet. Now you're going to have to suck me hard again so I can fuck you."

"Actually, we need to have a talk," said Julie.

"There's plenty of time for talking later," said Bert. "I haven't had my turn yet. Liam will be running for another hour and a half at least. So fuck now, talk later."

"No, this is serious," said Julie.

The three guys sat down on the sofa and listened to her. It seemed really strange that she didn't mind them sitting on that fucking couch that I paid for, but I could not go near it.

"This is our last time," she said. "It's time to stop."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" asked Jeff.

"Liam got another promotion at work," began Julie. He won't be traveling at all anymore and maybe it's time for us to think about having a baby. I also don't like doing this to him anymore. I've been thinking and..."

"That's the first problem," snapped Jeff. "You should leave the thinking to people who are good at it. Liam not traveling just means we'll have to be more careful. It means that we'll probably have to give up on the finale, so one of us can keep tabs on Liam. I know you'll miss having the three of us fucking your holes at the same time, but sacrifices have to be made."

"No, that's not all of it," she said. "I don't like doing this to him. It's wrong. Liam really loves me. Maybe this didn't start out the way we planned it, but I kind of think I'm falling for him too. He's so nice and so caring. He does so many things for me and my parents even like him. I guess I want to see if...Well you know."

"No, I fucking don't know," sneered Jeff. "It was me who convinced you to marry the idiot in the first place. You hated him. You only went along with it because you didn't want to have to get a job, remember. What did you say? A couple of hours a week on your back was better than forty hours a week at a desk. You called him a nerd."

"But after being with him for six years, It's different," she snapped. "I just realized that out of all the guys I've ever dated or fucked, he's the only one who actually gives a damn about me and I don't intend to cheat on him anymore. I feel like a whore," she said.

"And you should because that's pretty much what you are," said Greg. "You aren't cut out to be anyone's wife. Jeff's wife belongs to Jeff. My wife belongs to me and Bert's wife belongs to Bert. You're different. You're community property. You belong to all of us. So we share you. We even shared you with Liam. Liam was the only one of us you weren't fucking in college. Since he got you last, he doesn't have the rights that the rest of us have."

"Yeah and if you want to have a baby, go ahead," said Bert.

"I want it to be Liam's baby," she spat. "So until he gets me pregnant, no one else gets any. Why can't you just fuck your wives since they're so special? Let me guess, I'm the prettiest girl we know," she smiled.

"Oh, hell no," said Greg. "The prettiest girl we know would have to be Liam's ex Amanda. She had all of that blond hair and that perfect slim body and those big blue eyes."

"Well my tits are better than hers and didn't she become a nun?" said Julie.

"Well yeah, she broke Liam's heart becoming a nun," said Jeff. "From what I've heard the woman only had sex a couple of times before she went into the convent. And as far as tits go, my wife has the nicest tits in town. They're bigger than yours and firmer too."

"Then why aren't you fucking her?" asked Julie.

"Because she's a bitch," said Jeff. "Paula acts like her pussy is gold plated. It's just not worth all of the trouble."

"So it's my ass then?" asked Julie.

"Um, nope," said Bert. "My wife has the best ass in the state. Guys crash into shit when she walks down the street in a skirt or tight jeans. Your ass isn't even close."

Julie just glared at him. "So I'm just the best fuck huh?" she asked. "I'm just the one that everyone wants to fuck."

"No not even that," said Greg. "You're just the biggest whore. You'll let anybody fuck you. It's just the way you've always been. Shit, the only person who ever waited and dated you before he got into your pants was Liam."

"Well, that all stops now," snapped Julie. "From now on, Liam will be the only guy to get into my pants, period."



Community Property



by Adam Gunn

copyright 2015

When you marry a woman, you marry her family. Never forget that . . . 



Back in the day, when the idea that sexual harassment in the workplace wasn't that bad of an idea, I had this girl that worked for me. Debbie was cute, and if her clothes weren't always the most current fashion, if a new blouse was something to be celebrated, I couldn't complain; after all, the bank we were working for was only paying her $219 a week.

Debbie and I flirted, some of the gang would go out for drinks after work. One Friday night after everybody else went home, I invited her to my apartment 'to see my collection of antique beer bottles' and the rest was history. She stayed the night, then she stayed the next too. In the thirty-six hours, we didn't get out of bed except to use the bathroom and find out what was in my refrigerator and how we might make it into something edible. We didn't hide our affair very well, my boss gave me a little lecture that came down to 'don't do anything that's going to embarrass the bank.'

We took our time that year, there was no hurry to do anything more than be together. We hit bars and dance clubs, went to every arts fair the city offered, with a group of sixteen of our friends we were at the midnight premier of The Return of the Jedi. In the easy going sexual environment of the eighties it would have been easy for us to sleep around, the cool thing to do was swap girlfriends, I could have had any number of women. But that meant Debbie would have been vulnerable to advances from the guys, and neither of us wanted that. We stayed faithful, it wasn't difficult. When we met neither of us were accomplished lovers. She'd only had two men before me, I hadn't had that many more women. 

There was some angst when Halloween passed and she asked me if I was coming to her parents house for Thanksgiving. I'd met them already, but now I was going to be presented to the whole family. But it wasn't any stress at all. There were fifteen or more people in the cramped suburban ranch and each one helped me fit right in. The surprise was Debbie's sister, Doris. I knew she had a fraternal twin, they'd grown up very close – how could they help it? – but in high school they'd gravitated to different crowds, after their graduation Doris had headed out of state to college. And now she was home for the holidays! 

This one was a knockout, blond feathered mane down to the middle of the back, glittered blouse that was filled with her femininity, jeans that seemed to be pasted on - I couldn't help but notice the camel-toe. She smoked Virginia Slims with a calculated disdain, was the trouble that every man wanted to find. We chatted, with a laugh she accused me of being a capitalist chauvinist, but her innate mirth soothed my feelings. For a few seconds I had an incredible physical desire, I blindly wanted her, but of course, being the good boyfriend, I clamped my appetite. But throughout the afternoon I felt her eyes upon me, baiting me.

With her presence through December my routine with Debbie was disturbed. The two sisters seemed to want to catch up and many nights I spent by myself. Once or twice a week I'd have dinner with both of the girls, and I found Doris was really a nice person, once she decided to take off the mask of her insouciance. Her major was Political Science, she felt strongly about the growing wave of conservatism in the country, her goal was to head to Washington after graduation in a year and a half and get a job in government. Over the pizzas and Chinese food the two sisters would giggle and reminisce. And all the while I felt Doris's gaze boring in to me.

One night Debbie had a Christmas party to go to, all the kids she met in community college were getting together, and she had a proposition for me. "Hey, why don't you take Doris out, get to know her a little better."

"I think I know her fine," I responded.

"Yeah, but she's alone tonight, you're going to be alone, be nice to her . . . for me, okay?"

I caved, told her to tell Doris I'd pick her up at seven. We went downtown, walked past the decorations and into the department store where she wanted to see Santa. I laughed as she stood in line with the seven year olds, and when she sat on the elf's lap and he asked her what she wanted, she whispered in his ear. Santa guffawed with the joke and gave me a manly look that confused me. Over a dinner of pasta we had a bottle of wine, then another, and when she put her hand on top of mine I didn't remove it.

"Take me back to your place," she demanded in the car, and I was at that state of light drunkenness and thought 'okay!' While she hit the bathroom I poured us a drink, then lit a candle or two. "Oh, how romantic," Doris remarked sarcastically, and when we were on the couch she cuddled to me, our lips met. Her hands roamed my body, I was encouraged to do the same. I held her lavish breast in my hand, Doris opened her mouth to my tongue, we wiggled and clutched. 

It was she that pulled her turtleneck over the long neck, the jet black bra was unsnapped, I was looking at the most perfect breasts I'd ever had the pleasure to visualize, even in my fantasies. They jutted from her rib cage conically, the nipples leapt from the skin, reaching for my mouth. Doris laid back, I crawled on top. Her hand reached for my trousers, my belt was released, my seething cock was encircled by her palm. Clumsily, she helped me disrobe, and when I was naked she pulled her jeans over her hips. The hair of her pubes was well trimmed, thin, the first time I'd ever seen a woman who's bush wasn't allowed to roam wildly. I bent below her, she raised her hips, my tongue dipped into the unholy tunnel, tasted her serum. It was sweet, that forbidden spot, and I desired nothing more than to fill it with my sword.

After no more than seconds, she pushed me away, "I've been wanting this so bad, fuck me!" Again, the first time I'd ever heard profanity during the deed. She flipped, knelt, presented her rump to me, I knew my place. It was waiting for me, that delightful cunt, I only had to stand behind her, point my prick, push.

And I couldn't. My mind screamed at me, 'What the hell are you doing? You're not only screwing around on your girlfriend, you're doing it with her sister! Christ, what kind of cretin are you? Stop it!!!' I could have ignored my conscience, taken this most beautiful and willing woman. I'm sure I would have had a great time, I might have even gotten away with it. It might have been a wonderful memory through the ensuing decades, a high point of my life. 

When I backed away and told Doris, "I can't," she looked over her shoulder with a shocked demeanor. "You're sure?" was all she said, and when I nodded, she picked up her clothes, walked slowly into the bathroom. But before she closed the door, she turned to me, displaying that phenomenal body, the legs that reached all the way up, the flat belly, the breasts that flowed like twin volcanoes, the crevice between her legs that longed to be impaled with the cock of a man. For thirty seconds she stood there, letting me simmer, and when I'd had a chance to reconsider the awful choice I was making, she loudly proposed, "You're absolutely sure? This is your last chance."

Regretfully, I acknowledged the idiocy of the situation. "I'm sorry, I can't."

She turned, the rump that consisted of two perfect orbs was revealed, the voice echoed from the bath, "Okay." And the door was closed. 

She gave me plenty of time to put my clothes on, to regain the scraps of dignity I owned, to curse myself for seven kinds of fool. When the door opened again, she was dressed perfectly, the blond hair flowing, the lipstick I'd tasted perfect. "Can I get you anything?" I offered.

"We'd better not, I don't think I'd want the disappointment again. Can you just take me home?" There was more anguish in the tone than fury. The drive was silent, save for David Bowie flowing from the cassette deck, when we reached the block her parents lived on she had me stop fifty yards from their door.

She reached over, pulled my face to her, for a long moment our lips touched, our tongues weaved. Then her dark eyes surrounded by long lashes searched mine and she proclaimed, "You're an idiot. My sister deserves you." The door was opened, I watched her walk away in her leather jacket, that tremendous ass swishing, and I had no choice but to regret my chivalry. I slept but little that night.

The next morning I got to work, a few minutes later Debbie arrived, a crisp face, a joyful posture. "Did you and Doris have a good time last night?"

"It was fun," I responded.

"I'm so glad," she smiled, and agreed quickly when I suggested a tête-a-tête that night. I burned for her all that day, as soon as the books were balanced we drove quickly to my place, she understood my need, stripping quickly and bouncing on the bed. She didn't seem to mind when, less than fifteen minutes after we started, I spewed deep into her. That didn't stop us, we were furious for each other, we didn't slow down for food or drink. An hour later she presented her ass to me and begged me, for the first time, to penetrate her virgin anus. 

Less than a week later we celebrated the Christian holiday. I attached myself to Debbie's entire family as we attended their parish for Christmas Eve worship, singing 'Oh Come All Ye Faithful' and 'Silent Night.' Later we exchanged gifts in their living room. Doris was collected and quite cool; it was as if we hadn't seen each other naked, the unfinished passion had never happened.

The week between the holidays I saw Doris a couple times, a dinner, a party. Other than an occasional smirk at me, she seemed warm but not particularly cozy, we coexisted without rancor. Just after the stroke of Midnight, as the year merged into the next, we kissed for luck, just the requisite peck. Two days later, she was heading back to her campus, the strain I felt was lifted.

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Debbie and I were in love, or the youthful emotion that passes for the predicament, and in the early summer we traveled with another couple we were close to. Our destination was Niagara Falls and at dusk on the bank with the torrent flooding by us I knelt and showed Debbie the ring I'd selected, said the requisite four words to which she replied, "Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" and we were applauded by the nearby gawkers. Her mother and she went to work, we were married in the fall by their pastor.

Less than two years after the ceremony Debbie revealed she'd missed her period, we had a girl, followed three years later by my son. For two and a half decades we had a life not much different from millions of others, sports and celebrations, sicknesses and minor wounds, three houses, each larger and grander than the last, promotions and disappointments, quibbles and catastrophes, but mainly the joy of a successful and happy marriage. 

Our families were a part of our lives, our parents retired, grew old and one passed on to the next world. Our siblings had children we cherished. And, of course, there was Doris. Her life was not quiet. After college she headed to Washington, got a job with a congressman, was let go with some rancor, apparently there had been rumor of an infidelity. She traveled from city to city, two weddings and the same number of divorces, until she was in her late forties. Physically she'd aged well, her beauty remained. When she came to visit and we'd meet in a lounge, I'd watch the men lust after her and I couldn't but join them. I wondered if age and gravity had much effect on those lovely breasts, if her arse was still as bewitching. But nothing in those decades ever passed between us, no talk of the near infidelity we'd been complicit in. When she would give me a kiss on the cheek, I wondered if she remembered that illicit behavior years ago, possibly cared after the profusion of men that had shared her charms.

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I picked the house phone up, Debbie was out shopping. "Hi, Jon, it's Doris."

"Hello, how are you?"

"Fine, just grand. Listen, I'm coming into town for a few days, I was wondering if I could use your guest bedroom?"

"Sure, of course. What's going on?" There was no reason for her to be visiting, no one sick, no weddings or funerals.

"Oh, the University wants to talk to me, they may have a job open."

"Really!"

"Yes, I'll tell you and Debbie all about it when I get there."

"Can we pick you up?"

"No, I'm fine, I'll rent a car at the airport. See you Sunday!"

There she was, standing on our porch, after she and Debbie embraced, she gave me the family hug, I took her suitcase to the guest bedroom. We went out to dinner that night, Doris told us of the job offer, a teaching position in the school of Political Science. We were excited for her, Debbie was particularly happy. "Oh, we'll see you all the time then!"

"If I take it, but I might not."

We had an after dinner drink in the living room before I headed for bed. Sometime later, I was woken by the familiar caresses of my wife, she was dragging me to her body, stripping me of my pajamas, taking my member into her mouth. With my hands I gave her what she needed, she had to stifle herself not to give away her implosions to the other woman sleeping in the room on the other side of the hall. She wanted to take me in cowgirl, I allowed her the boon, I came well, my fluids filled my wife, she seemed happy, satisfied.

We laid together, reclaiming our breath. "Well, that was a surprise," I complimented.

"Sorry," she giggled, "I just had to have you. You know being around my sister always gets me going." She was right, we always seemed to have better sex, and more of it, when Doris was in the locality.

"Why is that?" I wondered.

"I don't know. Well, maybe it's that she gets to do what I always wanted to do."

I was shocked. "You want to sleep with other men?"

"No! Oh, no, no. I don't really want to do it with them, but when Doris is around I see what she does to men. Look at the way you were looking at her tonight! You wanted her so bad again, I could see it, and I guess the thought of it just makes me sexy."

I tried to deny it. "Oh, honey, I don't want your sister. I'm fine with you, you know that."

"Sure you do. You don't have to deny it, I don't mind."

The pregnant word 'again' echoed in my skull. "Honey, you don't think I've ever done anything with her, do you?"

"Just that one time. And ever since, you've been the perfect gentleman."

"What one time?"

"Before we were married, we weren't even engaged, remember? It was that first Christmas together. I knew it would happen, I didn't mind."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. I even encouraged her. You see, I thought you were a great lover. But what did I know, I didn't have any experience, and Doris knew everything about sex. So I told her if she wanted the two of you could, you know, and then she could tell me if I was right."

"And what did she tell you?"

"That you were very romantic, that your penis is larger than normal, and that I was lucky to get a lover like you."

"Huh?"

"Of course, I was worried that you'd like her more than me, but when you begged me to come over the next night and we had that great sex, I knew you loved me. So everything was just fine. Remember?"

I thought for a few seconds, then I knew I had to correct her. "I want to tell you my side of it. Certainly I remember those two nights. I didn't want to go out with Doris that night . . . "

"Why not?"

"Well, I had work to do. And maybe I was a little afraid of what might happen. But you were pretty insistent, so I went ahead. We got drunk, and when she asked if I had any more wine at my apartment I invited her back. But I didn't have any idea that anything was going to happen. But then, well, she sort of threw herself at me, and played around a little bit, but I broke it off before anything happened. That's the absolute god-honest truth!"

She smiled. "So, you didn't have sex with her?"

"No, we didn't."

"So how does she know you've got a big dick?"

"Well, she felt it, with her hand."

"Did you touch her?"

I had to be honest. "Yes. We got naked."

"And did she give you oral sex?"

"No. But I did it to her. As a matter of fact, she's the last girl I ever did anything at all with."

"You big lug!" She tousled my hair, the heat started to rise again in the martial bed. I kissed her breasts, and yes, I wondered if Doris's tits were still as wonderful as they'd seemed that night. When I touched Debbie's g-spot, I recollected the magic of Doris's slippery tunnel. And when Debbie came, I truly wished that all those years ago I would have placed my tool inside of Doris, had given her what she wanted to take from me that night.

For the second time we were calming, my wife questioned, "So you chickened out at the last moment with Doris, huh?"

"I didn't chicken out, I just decided I should be faithful to you."

"Awwww." We cuddled for a few moments, then she said, "Well, you're an idiot. But I love you. Listen, I'm only going to tell you this once. I'm pretty sure Doris wants to take you to bed. And I know you want her badly. So if anything ever does happen, I won't mind."

"I would never . . ."

"Shush! If it happens with Doris, it happens. It would be just fine with me. But no other girls, okay?" She wouldn't let me respond, wouldn't let me tell her that I would never, she just went to sleep, her head on my shoulder.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Like everyone else, I have my urges. Let's suppose I'm trying to lose a little weight, and there's a candy bar in the cupboard. Even though I know it's not good for me, even though I know I shouldn't, I want to eat that candy bar! Doris was like that. For a very long time.

Doris wound up taking that professorship, we helped her find an apartment not far from the college. The two sisters joyfully regained their close friendship, they had solitary dinners, but just as often we met Doris at a restaurant or Debbie cooked for the three of us. If there was a family event, Doris came, she always seemed to have the biggest and hippest presents at birthdays. And all through it, not a word was ever said between Doris and I about my urge, if I caught her glancing at me wistfully I assumed I was making it up.

Doris had boyfriends, we knew of them, at least a couple of them, we even met one at a pub. A couple of years went by, my fiftieth birthday approached, plans were made for a blowout at my parent's house. It was in the summer, I love the fact that my special day has always been nice and warm, the sister's celebration is always held in the season of frost. A tent was pitched in the back yard, over fifty people showed up, I was showered with love. A couple of hours after the catered buffet was over, people started to drift off. It was down to a dozen or so adults, we'd had too much beer and wine but just the right amount of laughter.

I moseyed out to the garden in the darkness with my wife, the adjoining woods were quiet, the fireflies flickered around us. For awhile we reminisced, she made sure I was happy, I assured her my life was perfect. Then she headed back to the party, telling me I should rejoin the group before too long.

But I didn't really want to be with all the other people, I was simply letting myself fly a little, wondering where my life would end up. Behind me I heard footsteps, a soft hiccup. "Sit down," I offered.

"Don't mind if I do," Doris agreed, and beside me on the sturdy wooden swing built for two we swayed. She'd worn a sun dress that day, in the gloom I could discern those legs, still long, still svelte. She refilled my glass with the bottle she'd brought with her. "Fifty years, huh?" she remarked. "One hell of a long time."

"I guess. Sometimes it doesn't seem like it. You know, you'll be here in January." 




Community Property



"Sure. But so much water over that damn dam!" She toasted me. "So, tell me, what are your plans for the next fifty?"

I threw out the usuals. Travel, grandchildren, thoughts for the remainder of my career. "Loves?" Doris asked. 

"I've got the one love of my life, I don't think I need more."

A little drunkenly, Doris remarked, "You two have never done anything, have you? No affairs, no straying."

"Nope. I never felt the need, I don't think Debbie ever has either."

"But you've had itches, right? Every man has."

The biggest itch was sitting beside me, though I certainly couldn't tell her that. "A few, I guess. But it always felt easier to just ignore them."

"Easier, or safer?"

"Easier," I confirmed. 

"Remember that one night?"

"You and me?"

"Uh-huh."

"I do, I've thought about it, of course. You're the last woman I was ever with."

"But we weren't really together. Do you regret that?"

"No, I honestly don't," I confirmed. "I wanted to, but I didn't want to hurt Debbie, you know that. I didn't that night, I've never done it since."

"Well, I regret it," Doris admitted. "There's something about you that's as sexy as any man I've ever been with. Oh, don't get a big head, we both know you're not god's gift, but there's something about you." Then, without asking, she flowed to me, gave me the nicest birthday kiss I've ever had. It lasted for a very long time, I was in no hurry to finish it. It was just a kiss, but it was filled with the cravings we felt for each other. I could have gone further, Doris wouldn't have complained had my hand gone to her bosom, between her thighs, but I chose not to. I loved my wife, this seemed enough of an endangerment. But while it was happening, I enjoyed every sensation.

Later that night in our privacy, Debbie wrapped another present for me in pink chiffon, we made love wildly in the den. And as I enjoyed my wife's body, yes, I thought to that of her sister and the words 'I'm only going to tell you this once' echoed in my mind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We caught up with Doris less than a week later, a brunch at a waterside restaurant, and perhaps I imagined it, but Debbie's sister seemed just a little more flirtatious, a tad more voluptuous. Her slit skirt bared most of her leg, her delicate blouse revealed every bit of lace in the bra. And yet nothing was said, no touches between us were hidden from Debbie.

We continued in that vein for months. A slow simmer existed in my brain and below my belt that Debbie was the recipient of, she enjoyed the increase in sexual activity, looked for new and better ways of making love to me. I often recollected the offer she'd made the night her sister had come to town. At times I desperately wanted to take advantage of it, yet at other moments I told myself I was a happily married man that wanted no woman other than his wife. I never brought up the quagmire to either my wife or the woman I wished for a lover, to do so would bring the situation to a head, and I felt that was something I didn't really need.

It was in the early days of December that Debbie and I chatted over dinner. "Betty and I were talking today. Remember how she's going on a tour to Iceland?" 

I dimly recalled the situation, eight women heading for a week to Reykjavik in February to see the Northern Lights. "Yeah."

"Well, one of the girls had to drop out, and Betty wants me to take her place."

"Do you want to?"

"They're a fun bunch, and it's really not much at all." She told me the details and she was right, the trip was eminently affordable, I gave her my blessing. She spent the next couple of months happily going over brochures, probing stores and online sites for the best deals in serious cold-fighting clothing, suitcases and accessories, I kept my hands off and let her have her fun.

If the Christmas and New Year's kisses between Doris and I were warmer than in the past, Debbie didn't complain and no further involvement between her sister and I developed. And yet, when I discovered that Doris was taking a graduate student to bed, I became strangely concerned, even protective in my conversations with Debbie. But I said nothing to Doris.

The days after Valentines passed, Debbie was ramping up even more for her expedition. The night before she left I took her to dinner, steak because she was certain she'd only get seafood in Iceland, and she asked, "Got any plans for while I'm gone?" 

"Not really. I might go to a basketball game with the guys. Other than that, I'll probably be pretty quiet."

"Hmmmmm," was her only response.

I tucked her into the airport on Saturday afternoon for her flight to the gateway city of Boston, we curtly kissed and embraced as her compatriots queued for the security line, I got a call from her just before her flight headed across Canada's maritime provinces telling me how much she loved me.

My phone rang the next morning. "Hi," Doris's voice sounded, "did I wake you?"

"Nope, it's after ten o'clock. I'm reading the paper."

"Why don't you take me to brunch?"

Why not, I thought. "Sure. Pick you up at 11:30?"

"Okay."

She was waiting for me in the lobby of her aged building. Before World War II it was one of the premier residences in the city, door man, luxurious trappings. In the ensuing decades it's glory had faded, now it was still well kept up but it's apartments were filled with graduate students and pensioners. Doris liked it because it was only a mile from the University and two blocks from a trendy shopping district, yet still quiet and the rent was reasonable. We headed off to a bistro, her attire was casual but very sexy. Jeans, an off the shoulder sweater, high heels. "So you're a bachelor this week, huh?"

"It appears so."

"Got big plans? Going to hit the town?"

"Hardly. I'll just be quiet, I guess." 

The topics during the meal were easy-going, how her classes were shaping up and the chore of writing the mid-terms, if I was going to plant more grass seed in the spring. And yet, there was an undercurrent I sensed, perhaps an overture. What would happen, I wondered, if she invited me up to her apartment?

At the end we split the check and she said, "Listen, I need to do some shopping, and then I really need to do my lesson plans for this week. But maybe you'd like to come up for dinner tomorrow night? I could make pork loin."

"What can I bring?"

"Oh, maybe some wine. See you sevenish?" And with a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of my arm, she was gone.

I was a bit of a wreck that evening and the next day. If I laid in bed, fantasized and masturbated, I hoped Debbie would forgive me. When I was a little scatterbrained during my meetings at work, no one called me on it. And when I found a parking spot on the street a block from Doris's building my brow may have been moist. 

Doris buzzed me in, in the foyer of her apartment she accepted my wine and proffered upon me a kiss on the cheek, the points of her bra grazed my chest. The music was light classical, the candles on the table twinkled. One of the 'problems' with living on an upper floor of her building is that the radiators in the rooms below her warmed her apartment. Even though the windows were wide open in February, the temperature in her main room was over seventy-five degrees, and she was dressed for it. Slacks, bare feet, a loose blouse. She encouraged me to take my tie off, loosen the button which I gladly did. She had a cheese plate and white port waiting for me, we chatted as she puttered in the kitchen. As she bent to open the oven door, I noticed her bra was navy hue. 

The dinner was excellent, the wine I'd brought seemed to pair well. At my urging Doris recalled stories from her early years in politics, and that melded into ribald tales of the seduction techniques that politicians and staffers had used to lure her into bed, sometimes successfully. As we piled dishes into the washer we bumped into each other, sometimes more often than necessary. 

Then she poured us each a snifter of Grand Marnier and led me to the sofa. There was little light in the room except for a corner lantern and three or four candles flickering. "We've been flirting with each other for what, near thirty years?"

"Something like that," I agreed.

"And you've been the perfect gentleman. Debbie's a lucky woman to have you. But there's a part of me that thinks she may not care that we're sitting here tonight."

"I know she doesn't." My mind returned to her words of, 'and if anything ever does happen, I won't mind.' 

"Remember, before you were married, that night? We almost made love, but you didn't want to at the last second?"

"Yes, I remember."

"You know, Debbie expected we'd sleep together."

"Yes, she told me. Did she ask you about it later?"

"She wanted to know if I thought you were a good lover, she hadn't had much experience. Even though you'd disappointed me, I told her you were. She was grateful."

"You also told her I had a big penis."

"That part I was sure of. It was a pretty good size! Has it shrunk since?" With a laugh from both of us I told her I didn't think so.

She came a little closer on the sofa, intentionally pressed her left breast against my arm. "This, I think, is our chance. If you want me, you can have me. If you don't, I'll understand. But if you do . . ."

Her words were muffled by my mouth. That first kiss was languid, in a moment it turned lively. My left hand went to her breast, cupped it, she pushed it into my palm. We wrestled on the couch, I was above her, I pushed her shirt up, almost tore the cotton of her bra as I pulled those superb breasts from them, the nipples were ample and hard with eagerness. I sucked on them, I sensed her muscles constrict, her breath quicken. She pushed me to the side, stood. Looking me in the face, she stripped herself of the shirt, reached around and undid her bra. The breasts were even larger than I remembered, if they sagged slightly with the years I had no reason to complain. When her pants were peeled from her long legs I leaned forward to touch them and when she pulled her panties down I viewed the most lovely pussy, there was no hair at all to hide the thick flesh of her skin split by a center column, I knew within laid the secret to her eroticism. I touched it, the fog between her legs was already moist. "Come with me," she urged and I followed her to the bedroom. 

She ignited two candles, then while kissing me she took my shirt off, my belt was unfastened, she helped me kick my socks, pants and underwear off, together we were naked. My dick was hard, it had every reason to be, and she seized the rod in her palm. "I was right, it is larger than most others." Towards her mouth she pointed it, and suddenly I felt the head wrapped in the warmness of her mouth. She bobbed, with each movement I felt the wetness and the heat, each nerve of the shaft prickled. I know it twitched, my new lover felt it. "If you need to let go, I won't mind, but if you can, save it for me." She went back to her suction, I was torn. I wanted to let my stream fill her mouth, yet I also wished her to think I was a man. Before she could bring me to completion I pushed her away, her back met the bed.

I was on top of her, our kisses were fierce, I savored the feel of her soft breasts pushing into my chest. Her legs were spread, I could have penetrated her then, but I resisted, sinking down, sucking at those wonderful nipples, then further until my temples were pressed against the inside of her thighs, my mouth was postured at the cleft. I tasted the drips of her vapor, it was not sweeter than my wife, yet more perfumed.

As I performed the act of lewdness, my mind drifted to a thought of Debbie, that I was betraying her. Yet I remembered her words, 'If it happens with Doris, it happens, I won't mind.' And I exorcised Debbie from my conscience.

The woman I was with seemed completely relaxed, yet the noises from her throat seemed lusty. "Do you like this?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, keep going," she encouraged me, and I felt her hand at the top of my head. I used my finger to probe deep inside her, while there were similarities with her sister's interior anatomy, there were also differences. She seemed a bit looser, the roof of her canal was spongier, I had to prod further before I reached the cervix. All the while, I received little feedback other than Doris's deep and resonant breathing. 

I felt her legs move, with her knee she pushed me away, I laid my head on the pillow. She knelt beside me, again my rod was in her mouth. As she gave fellatio I felt the weight of her breasts, bigger than any I'd touched before. The years had been kind to her, as they hung from her rib cage they retained the cone shape I recollected, the pinkness of the circles spread around the tips, when I pinched her nipples she twitched but didn't ask me to stop.

Apparently, I'd reached the state of hardness she desired, and swiftly she swung a knee to the other side of me, rose above me, used a hand to position my penis and quickly plummeted. I was entrenched within her as far as possible, her hips began a beguiling back and forth motion. I tried to restrain myself, I truly didn't wish to ejaculate prematurely, but the motions she used were too enthralling. "I'm coming," I whispered, and her response was to speed her movements. "Go ahead, I know you need to."

Without any lingering, I felt my toes curl, the hairs on the back of my neck starched, my nipples hardened until they hurt, and my balls sent a spate of heavy liquid through the center of my rod until it came spilling into the deepest schism of my new lover. She sensed it, I know she did, and she kept moving, accepting this nectar, and cooed to me as I spent. I don't know her emotions at the moment, I know only that I seemed to be a part of a fleshy rite, that a great portion of me merged into her.

After my grunts subsided she slid down onto me, we kissed slowly and ardently, each inch of my body that touched hers relished the sensation. "Was it good?" she asked.

"Perfect," I extolled. Then, after a few seconds, "Did you come?"

"Oh, yes, three or four times. Don't worry, I'm very quiet about it. Most of my lovers can't figure me out. But you were absolutely great!"

She rolled from me, trundled off to get us glasses of ice water, necessary after the steamy exertion. When she reentered the room, as nude as a painting of Venus and as unashamed, I couldn't help but make a comparison with Debbie, who rarely let me see her without clothing. We cuddled, talking of nothing subjects, she let me play with those flawless breasts, finger between her legs. I noticed at times that she became very still, relaxed yet at the same time tense, I could only assume that was the manifestation of her satisfaction. Eventually, after perhaps forty-five minutes of this playtime, I gained rigidity once again, she encouraged me to spread myself on top of her, bury myself inside her again. This time my body wasn't so quick to require zenith, we rolled together most pleasurably. I found that Doris enjoyed being the screw-master, she pulled me into sexual positions at her whim, from missionary to doggie, then to more esoteric adjustments. I seem to remember her on her side, hugging my knees as I propelled into her. After a very long time I felt my juices flowing, again she sensed my explosion, she positioned herself to receive every splash.

"You don't need to go home, do you?" she pled, and when I voicelessly agreed to stay we fell asleep holding each other. My dreams were happy, nothing awoke me until I smelled the coffee brewing. She served me a cup in bed, wearing nothing but a tremendous grin, as I sipped she petted the toy she'd so much enjoyed in the previous hours. If I held one of those breasts or poked one of my fingers between her legs, she'd smile and encourage me. I'm sure we would have made love again, except she was due on campus for a faculty meeting before classes began.

I dropped her off in front of her hall, she kissed me on the lips, said, "Can I see you tonight?" 

Sure," I agreed, "What time?"

"As soon as you can get there, I'll be home by four."

I stopped at home to shower and change, was barely late for work. The chores of the day were made easier by the flashbacks of Doris's antics. One of the admins mentioned I was in a good mood, and I was! I had reason.

I snuck out of work a little early, rare for me, and hopped directly over to Doris's. She buzzed me in, and when I got to her floor I found her door cracked. Knocking, I got the answer, "Come on in!" I found her at her desk, grading papers, dressed in a sheer bodystocking. "Make us a drink," she offered, "I'll be with you in a few moments." After I'd poured the spirits, I sat to watch her, she knew I was observing. She'd wiggle, write some remarks on the paper, then catch my eye. Just a few minutes later, she stood up, approached me, twirled, letting me see every attribute she had disguised only by a thin mesh. "You like?"

"I like very much," I acknowledged, and when I made a grab for her she obliged. I felt her kisses on my face, my hands were full of her, when I placed a finger at her lower opening she spread for me, I noticed she wasn't quite as moist as I remembered from the previous evening, I knew I'd be able to bring her along. In between my forays into her anatomy, with her help I got naked, and that's when it got interesting.

"I know what you want," she teased, and then she bent and my dick was in her mouth. Her licking and sucking was just as potent as they had been the night before, and it seemed she really wanted to give me a blow job. This was a treat for me, although Debbie would go down on me, there's always been an undercurrent that it's a favor she's presenting me with. Doris, on the other hand, seemed to actually enjoy giving head. I tried my best to delay my reaction, but when she placed a red fingernail at my anus and pushed in, I percolated strongly. "I'm coming!" I warned, this caused her to suck harder and press my prostate briskly, I felt the sap rising from me, I knew Doris's mouth was overflowing with my sperm. When I was done she looked at me and made sure I could watch her swallow. Sitting on my lap, she told me, "You taste good," and I didn't mind when she kissed me and I sensed the slime I'd coated her tongue with. 

I was still hard, or hard enough, and she stuffed it inside her, we played, perhaps she orgasmed. Of course I couldn't keep my erection very long, after that the play was relegated to fingers and oral, but it was so much fun!

After an hour or so, we'd worn each other out, we were lying on the floor, she asked, "Are you hungry? We could go get a salad or something." "Sure, sounds good." She rose, disappeared into the bedroom, I knew she was getting ready to go out, I found and untangled my clothes, I was ready a few moments before she emerged. Once again she surprised me, although her slacks and heels were conservative, above her waist she'd simply put on a blazer, revealing only fishnet below. I was sure that if she turned quickly, anyone might get a ravishing view of her impressive tits. I helped her on with the winter coat, we traipsed a couple of blocks to a restaurant, quiet and dark on this Monday evening. I sat across from her, had that lovely view of the valley between her orbs, as we ate I noticed a steady stream of men presumably heading for the rest room, in reality checking out my date. I didn't mind, in fact I got a little kick out of it. A couple of times, I noticed, she actually yanked the edge of her blazer to give the man she fancied a better look.

Back at her apartment we went to the mattress again, she seemed more ready this time, reacting to my ploys, I was sure I caught her in an orgasm, and half an hour later when we spooned, her back to me and my hardness inserted she got me to ooze inside her.




Community Property



I wondered if I should stay, she didn't insist I remain, perhaps we could both use a good night's sleep she hinted. And sleep well, in my own bed, I did, with dreams of my lover commingling with that of my wife.

Doris wouldn't let me see her the next few nights, alluding to lectures she was required to attend, work that needed to be finished, but she accepted my invitation to a Belgian restaurant on Friday night, the last there would be before Debbie returned from Iceland. My wife had texted me often, it was less expensive than phone calls, I'd had tales and pictures of the Northern Lights seen from an airplane, soaking in thermal waters during a snowstorm, gourmet meals. Strangely, I didn't feel much guilt about my adultery, taking comfort in the permission for this excursion she'd once given me.

After I picked her up, Doris vamped at the restaurant while we ate our mussels and frites. Her antics were for my benefit, yes, but she was well aware that other men were enjoying the sexy blond with the middle aged man. And when we returned to her apartment, our love making was lethargic and delicious. In the interludes between bouts she wouldn't allow me to talk of what might go on after Debbie's return, saying only that we have this moment, there's no need to worry about what will be. I slept there that night, in the morning we lounged, naked, and played through our lunch. 

I returned to our home, cleaned the house, washed or took to the dry cleaners any clothes I'd worn around Doris, tried to eradicate any evidence of my infidelity. I think I was successful. Late that night, I picked Debbie up at the airport, she was tired but anxious to reconnect with me. On the drive home she told me more about her trip, and asked, "What did you do while I was gone?"

"Just hung out mostly," I lied.

"Did you see Doris?"

"Yeah, a couple of times, we went out to dinner last night."

"I'm glad. You two have become such good friends!"

I made love to Debbie that night, I was surprised at my ardor for her, actually amplified by my perfidy. Her body was ready for me, when she came I knew it, her gasps and shuddering was a treat compared to her sister's calmness. And when we cuddled for sleep, I appreciated my wife as much, even more, than my lover.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Nine days later Debbie scheduled a hair appointment that would last until at least eight o'clock, when I discovered the opportunity I begged Doris for a few hours with her, she agreed rapidly. Our lovemaking that night was arduous and complete, I was beginning to understand her body, she had no troubles making mine do whatever she desired. 

Over the weeks other opportunities developed, business meetings I invented, nights that Debbie had things planned with her girlfriends, weekend afternoons when I'd leave for 'the store' and be missing a few hours. Doris never complained that I had limited time to spend with her, never asked me to sneak away with her when it wasn't convenient. 

I imagine an outsider who knew the score would have laughed at my demeanor the first time Doris came to our house for a dinner. She gave no indication to Debbie that anything was abnormal, didn't flirt with me, at least not anymore than she did before we became lovers. While it took me awhile to calm down, the sisters joked and kidded normally.

One evening, when I was with Doris at her apartment, we were lying naked after the act, and I asked, "Are you okay with this?"

"You mean our affair?"

"Is that what it is?"

"That's what I've always called it. I've had affairs with other married men you know. This seems pretty normal to me."

"You don't mind that I can't see you as often as you'd like?"

"It's fine," she insisted. "I know I have to take what I can get, for as long as you want to give it to me. After that, I'll still be fine."

"You think this is going to end?"

"I don't want it to. You're a wonderful lover, I enjoy your company. But one of these days I suspect you'll start feeling guilty, you'll get tired of the deceits we have to go through, you'll have had enough of me." She looked at me, sensed I was interested in her observations. "When that happens, I'll feel a little sad. But I won't go to pieces. After my first affair with a married man I was a bitch. I'd expected him to leave his wife, his children, and when he threw me away I was devastated. It took me almost a year to get over it. 

"The second time was almost as bad as the first, but then I figured it out. Married men, the nice ones, like to have another woman, but eventually they get tired of me, or they can't handle it, and now it hardly bothers me, I expect it. And, I suspect, you'll wind up feeling the same. The only worry I have is that we can't hurt Debbie's feelings when it happens. So, when you're ready to let me go, let's be very nice to each other, for her sake, okay?"

I didn't like her words, I hadn't wanted to think about anything other than exactly what I had, a loving wife, a willing and seductive mistress. But the more I thought about it, I realized Doris was experienced in the cycles of adultery, I needed to follow her lead.

Not that I was ready to end what we had, when I could make time for her Doris was exuberant, willing to give me whatever I wanted. She let me satisfy her as she enthralled me, our time together, even when we weren't in bed, was breathtaking.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

During the most intense heat of the summer, Debbie and I were watching a romantic comedy, a man caught between two women, and when the credits started rolling Debbie turned to me and we kissed. Then, the question every man in my position dreads. "Dear, are you having an affair?"

I wanted to hide. I wanted to say, "Of course not!" but I couldn't bring myself to lie directly. Rather than verbally admit my sin, I simply hung my head, a implicit admission of my guilt. I expected wrath from my wife, she simply continued, very calmly. "Is it with Doris?"

"Yes," I muttered. Then I followed it with, "I'm sorry," an apology I knew was insincere even as I mouthed it.

"Why, whatever for?" I stopped. I had to. Although her mien was serious, I couldn't detect anger. "Really," she continued, "it's all right. As long as it's with Doris. I don't mind."

"You don't?" I said incredulously.

"No, not at all. I've suspected for the longest time. And I see it's made you happy."

"Then it's all right?"

"Perfectly, as long as it's only Doris."

She pulled me to her, her lips soothed the blush on my face, the confusion in my spirit. Suddenly I wanted her, Debbie grasped my abrupt need, with her hands on my back she encouraged my vital desire. She raised her shirt over her head, unsnapped the bra, put one of her tiny breasts to my lips to be sucked on. Her hand was on my lap, I'm sure she sensed the hardness encased in the cotton. I wanted her badly, this woman, this wife. I was rough, throwing her back, stripping her of her garments, discarding mine at the same time. When my face met the rough strands of her thick pubic hair my tongue pushed past it, the soddenness of her vaginal lips gave her readiness away. 

As I tongued her clit, used a finger deep inside her, she began to moan, faintly to begin and then, as I increased my pressure and tempo, the groans increased in volume until a roar escaped from her diaphragm, her skin colored as blood reached every inch of her surface, she bucked under me. I kept her up there as long as I could, taking enjoyment in the zenith I was providing for her and it was only when I heard her say, "That's enough," that I moved.

My penis was ready for her, she wanted it and spread her thighs broadly, there on the couch I skewered her. I watched her face as she stretched to accept me, the cheeks glowed, the mouth opened while the eyes shut tightly, the nostrils spread. I pushed, hard, into her, her body propelled the length of the cushion, her legs tightened around me. Again and again I thrusted, again and again she reacted. Another orgasm encompassed her, I doubt she was aware of her surroundings, of the fact that she was getting screwed by a man who'd been unfaithful to her. And I didn't think of my lover, I thought only of pleasing this woman who was my wife, my companion, who deserved every shard of my attention. I knew what to do, how to do it. In a brief lull I turned her, she was on her stomach now, cushions under her belly, I was fucking her harder. When I reached around and put a thumb into her mouth she sucked on it hard, and when I used that same wet thumb to penetrate her rectum she yelped, but I could tell it was nothing but pleasure for her, I screwed her in both places to noises of supreme indulgence. Her enthusiasm seemed to be flagging, she slipped to the floor, on her back she reached for me, I filled her again. "Your turn," she whispered into my ear, and I concentrated on the friction of my penis inside her sheath, willed my semen to leave it's nest, heavily I spent into her, the mother of my children. It was wonderful, that release, and when I recovered I saw her bright eyes welcoming me to her ardor. "I love you," she said, and I repeated it to her, in the best of faith.

I had her pinned against the rug, she wasn't attempting to escape and we talked.

"That was wonderful," I said.

"I know. You were great."

"So were you." We kissed, she didn't seem to care that the weight of my body was pressing on her. And then, I ruined it. "You really don't mind that I . . ."

"Oh, shut up," she cried, but with a bit of whimsey in the tone. "We'll talk about it some other time." She pushed me off her, grabbed a blanket to cover herself, walked down the hall. I lazed for a few moments, enjoying the warmth of the afterglow. By the time I reached the bedroom my pajamas were laid out for me, Debbie was in the bathroom behind the closed door. The next time I saw her, she was in her nightdress.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two days later, I got a call from Doris. "Hi, hey listen, I got a print at Maisel Galleries. It's lovely, Marc Allante. I think you'll like it. Maybe you want to come over and help me hang it?" It was code we'd developed, when I dropped over for my chore I'd be rewarded with sex. 

It was tempting, very tempting, but the recent revelation to Debbie had unsettled me. "I'm a little backed up this week," I lied.

"Well, okay, but listen, come over soon, will you?" Then, in almost a whisper, "I miss you."

"Me, too!" I tried to sound enthusiastic. "I've got to go."

Since the night Debbie had confronted me, and then had screwed my brains out, I'd been confounded. I wasn't sure just what I was allowed, what was expected from me, I had no understanding of just where I - and my wife - was. So that night I got her a drink after dinner, since this was unusual I thought it was a good signal, and brought up my discontent. "Honey, we need to talk."

Debbie got the gist immediately. "It's about Doris, isn't it? Sure, if you need to talk, I'll go along. You need to know everything's all right, and it is. Okay, what do you want to know?"

"Well, to start with, how long have you suspected that we've been seeing each other?"

"A few months, I can't pin the date exactly. A little bit after I got back from Iceland. Things changed with you, somehow. Sometimes, you were a little happier than usual, other times a little withdrawn. That bunch of roses you bought me, 'just because.' And you've become a much better lover. That's really nice!"

"And you figured it was Doris?"

"If I was right - I wasn't really sure, not till you told me - I hoped it was Doris. If it was anybody else I would have been upset."

"But you don't mind that I've been seeing Doris?" This sort of blew my mind.

"Not at all," my wife confirmed.

"Why not?"

"Well, I guess I always expected it. Ever since you met her, you've had the hots for her. All of my boyfriends did, back when I was a teenager, she's always been sexy. I watched your face when you met her, that first Thanksgiving, it was the same story. So I figured I'd better find out quick, that's when I set you up with her that night. And when you came back to me the very next night, and we made love so beautifully, I knew that it was going to be okay. And even though you had her that one time . . ."

"I didn't make love to her that night," I defended.

"Well, okay, if you say so. But really it didn't matter to me, you came back to me. That's all I really wanted. So I knew it would be okay."

"She stole other boyfriends of yours?"

"She never stole a boyfriend. Oh, if I wasn't serious about them she could tell and then something might go on. But I expected to share. We shared everything when we were in school. And she was always very nice about it. She'd never use one of my sweaters, she knew she'd stretch them out of shape for me with her big breasts. But she'd borrow a blouse if I said it was okay. It was like that for everything. I love my sister, she can have anything of mine she needs. Look how she treated our children, she was a second mother to them, the fun one! So all these years, I knew you were harboring a flame for her. And she liked you a lot, too, she's told me so a few times. So, if it's finally happened, why should I be concerned?"

"But if it was anyone else?"

"Then, I'd be worried. A lot."

"Why?"

My wife gave her feelings away. "I couldn't be sure, if it was your secretary or a girl at the coffee store, that you'd come back to me. You might fall in love with them, want a divorce. I couldn't stand that, I love you too much. But Doris will never try to take you away."

In a way, it made sense. Although in another way it was completely screwed up, and I knew it. "So you're okay with what Doris and I have done?"

"Of course I am, dear." She leaned over to kiss me. "So when you're in bed with Doris, just enjoy yourself. Don't let it worry you, I'll be fine."

"You mean, you expect me to continue seeing her?"

"Why not? You like it, I'll bet she does, I don't care! Just make sure you save enough for me," she smiled. "It should be easier on you now, you won't have to sneak around. If you want to spend time with her, just let me know. You can even sleep at her house, if you want to. I won't bother you unless it's important."

"You're sure?"

"I'm positive. I love you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, I gave Doris a call. "Hey, does that print still need hanging?"

She laughed. "No, I got it up! But I've got an itch that needs scratched, can you stop over tonight?"

"I'll be there, maybe six-thirty?"

"I won't start without you."

I was a little nervous when I texted Debbie, 'won't be home till later tonight.' When I didn't get her immediate reply I was concerned, but a couple of hours later I received, 'okay. have fun. love you.' and I texted back, 'luv u 2.'

As usual, Doris buzzed me in the building, as usual her apartment door was slightly ajar, when I entered the living room she was nowhere to be seen but I heard a raucous buzzing coming from the bedroom. I entered, Doris was on the bed, completely unclothed, her tapered breasts pointing to the ceiling, a flesh colored vibrator probing a similar toned labia. "I started without you," she quipped.

"So I see. Can I help?"

"I guess so. Take your clothes off before you get here, though." 

I slowly disrobed, carefully arranging my suitcoat, trousers and shirt on a straight chair, my shoes and socks were carefully arranged, my briefs folded on the seat. And while I took my time undressing, I watched Doris masturbate. Her eyes stayed closed, her mouth pursed in a loop, her hand guided the plastic between the top of her pussy and the depths of the burrow. Looking at her, you wouldn't know she was even aware of my presence, but as I approached the bed she moved a foot to make room for me. Then she opened her eyelids, handed the dildo to me. "Your turn, my hand's tired."

For the next twenty minutes I manipulated the tool, and also used hands and mouth to stimulate her. I watched her body carefully, noticed something. When she was in that tense/relaxed state, she was hardly breathing, and the lips of her vagina turned a fairly dark rose. Certainly in those moments she was orgasming! A moment later the folds of skin would lighten, I knew she was down. I played a game, trying to bring the blush back between her thighs, was successful a number of times. 

Eventually she tired of this pastime, I rolled up on her, inserted myself inside that beautiful, slick passageway, but remained on my knees. I could control myself this way, my thrusts could be timed, the depth could be limited, I could bend over to kiss or suckle, and when I raised I could tickle the clit with either finger or toy. 

This period of sport was wonderful. I enjoyed my lover's body as she gave it willingly to me, I had not a care in the world. At times it was curious to consider that my wife knew about my mistress, that she endorsed my licentious behavior, but strangely I didn't compare the two women, I was simply happy to be with the one. 

I lasted for an extremely prolonged time that night, Doris had to reach into a bedside drawer for lubricant, she coated my tool moistly two or three times, and when I finally deigned to release it was with a roar, I pounded her slit with great vigor.

Ten minutes later all was calm in my ladylove's chamber, we held each other, when I attempted to place a hand at her opening she pushed it away with a joyful complaint, "You've worn me out . . . Can you stay for a little while," she implored, "or do you have to get back home?"

"There's been a development," I revealed.

"Did Debbie find out about us?" Doris winced. "Is she pissed?"

"Quite the opposite, actually." I explained to her the two evenings of exposition, how Debbie had guessed, known about it for months, wasn't particularly concerned, even wanted us to continue for our own happiness.

"That's my sister," Doris observed. "Are you okay?"

"A little confused. I mean, it isn't supposed to be this way, is it? We're not supposed to do this."

"Yeah, I can see how you'd feel that way."

"And how do you feel about it?" I asked.

Doris took a beat, then said, "I guess I'm fine with it. With my other married men, I waited for the other shoe to drop, and it always did. I've never felt guilty about the wives, if they couldn't keep their husbands that was their problem. When I've thought of Debbie, I was never worried about her, somehow . . . Are you hungry? Would you like an omelet?"

I decided I could use a bite, we roused ourselves from the nest, in the kitchen I asked what I could do. "Open a bottle of wine, chop the chives." We worked together, I admired her raw skin, the way her breasts swung as she moved around, when I petted her butt she quickly pressed it into my hand. Every once in awhile she'd flick my dangling penis, just to let me know she was happy with it. When the meal was ready we took it into the couch, she put some early rock on the stereo. It was a comfortable scene, almost domestic, and we talked. 

"You're very comfortable in just skin," I remarked, as we lazed, she facing me, her legs splayed, fully displayed.

"Since I realized it was an option. Sometime in college, I guess. The girls would run around the dormitory in panties and bras, then in my Junior year four of us took over a house and I hardly ever put on anything. I remember the first time a guy that was staying over with one of my roommates saw me. You know, the big leer, 'I can't believe what I'm seeing!' For a couple of seconds I wondered if I was doing something wrong. Then my mind said 'Nah!' and I haven't been concerned about it since. I assume Debbie's still wearing flannel pajamas?"

"Just in the winter, she switches to cotton in the summertime. Oh, she's not shy when we're in the bedroom. But I'd never get her near a nudist colony or anything like that, for sure. For you, is it an exhibitionist thing?"




Community Property



"No, not usually. Like right now, it's just more comfortable not wearing clothes. And I don't leave my drapes open or anything. Of course, there are times when I've enjoyed showing off . . ." She waited, not knowing if I wanted her to go further or not.

"Do tell," I encouraged.

"Well, okay. I think I've got a pretty good body, I've been told enough times." That included me, I'd often complimented her when we were in bed. "So if the situation warranted it, I'd tease guys by taking my clothes off. The first time, my boyfriend and I had two other couples over. There was pot and booze around, and somebody said let's play strip poker. So we did, and when I had to drop my panties I showed off pretty good."

"What happened after that?"

"You want some more wine?" she responded.

"Sure."

She went to the fridge and got another bottle out, poured us both a glass, then said. "Jon, I've had a pretty full past, you know that. Are you sure you want to hear about it?"

"If you want to talk, I'll listen."

"Okay, then, well when the six of us got our clothes off, we played naked spin the bottle. I won one of the other girl's date, I took him into my room and spent an hour with him. That was the first time I ever swapped partners."

"Did you do that often in college?"

"No, that was the only time. I dated plenty, though, and if a guy wanted me in the sack and he was nice about it, well, I'd have my way with him, I didn't care that other girls called me a slut. I met my first husband, and we were good together in bed, but it wasn't working out well the other places, so after two years we called it quits." I knew some of this history, of course, she'd come to our house to cry on Debbie's shoulder and I'd been on the sidelines watching. "Between my marriages, I went back to sleeping around, Then I met Nat. He loved everything I did, you remember, and in the bedroom he was quite the swordsman. So we got married. Less than a year afterwards, we were getting bored with each other. It was only to be expected, rising stars burn quickly. We both knew that if we didn't do something, each of us would wind up having affairs. We actually talked about it, and rather than do that, Nat brought a guy over. It wound up that I let the guy have me while Nat watched. It turned him on to see me getting screwed. So that went on for awhile, different guys, normally Nat would pick them out, sometimes I'd just pick up a guy and bring him home."

"And Nat would just watch."

"At the start, that's all he did. But then he started joining in, we'd have a threesome." She saw the curiosity in my face. "There were times when I'd screw the other guy first, then Nat would fuck me. Then, we kept trying to get higher, Nat would screw me along with the other guy, sometimes in my butt. Then, one night, the three of us were rolling along, and the other guy went down on Nat. That was sort of a shock, I hadn't known Nat was bi, maybe he didn't either, but for awhile that became a thing."

"You didn't mind?"

"No, it didn't bother me. Sex is sex, if Nat got off on sucking on a guy, what did I care! Then Nat found us a party to go to. He told me what to expect, I agreed. There were four girls and maybe eleven guys in two adjoining hotel rooms. Nat was with me when the first guy had me, and the second, then I saw him on the couch with a guy. I kept going, I was having a pretty good time, I don't know how many of the guys there did me, I didn't keep count. When I got up to pee, Nat was screwing one of the other girls. I didn't mind.

"We did that a few more times, in fact there was very little we wouldn't do. But then, it turned out that Nat didn't want to screw me anymore. He had a hard time getting it up unless there was another guy in the room. Another thing was that I loved showing off, don't get me wrong, but I had a hard time coming if I was being watched, my brain just wouldn't let me relax. So if I got a chance, I'd get a guy into a room, just the two of us, and then I had a few times behind Nat's back. I don't think he minded, I'm pretty sure he had a boyfriend, so. It was weird, though. Other things weren't going well, Nat got laid off and didn't want me to be the breadwinner, he didn't like it when I had to go out of town to consult, it just started turning into a mess, that's when I split."

"After you got divorced?"

"I pretty much went back to just being with one guy at a time, almost serial monogamy, if it wasn't just a one-night stand. Oh, there was the occasional threesome, and if another couple wanted to swap I didn't mind. But I pretty much backed out of the orgies. So that's my story, how do you feel about it?"

I showed her, bringing her over to my side of the couch and we started making love again. I'd noticed that as she was in her narration her nipples crinkled, when I touched her I found she was quite moist, as I ate her she had more tense/quiet times than normal, even for her. And as we went into coitus, I even heard her yelp a couple of times, the first I'd ever heard from her. 

It was well after ten by the time we were done, I cleaned up and took my leave. As I walked to my car, I gazed at her window, I saw her silhouette against the candlelight.

When I got home Debbie was waiting for me, she heard me bump into a table on my way to the bedroom. "Are you drunk?" she asked.

"I had a few," I confessed.

"You were at Doris's, weren't you? You should have stayed. You know how I feel about you driving after you've had too much!"

I kissed her. "You really wouldn't have minded?"

"I've told you enough. Now come to bed." And we slept, just slept.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next Wednesday, Debbie called me when I was at work and told me she was meeting Doris for dinner, there was lasagna in the refrigerator, I was to reheat it at 350 degrees for twenty-five minutes. When she got home, just after nine, she went into the bedroom and came out wearing a sheer negligee I'd never seen before. It turned me on, I followed her back to the bed, she was eager for me. We rolled around for over half an hour, much longer than our usual, until she let me put it in her, and she was ready, coming four or five times before I spent. And that night, very surprisingly, we fell asleep in each other's arms, quite naked!

I started going over to Doris's apartment between five and eight times a month. Sometimes it would just be on a whim and we'd spend an hour or more together. Once in awhile, I'd clear it with Debbie, I'd take Doris to dinner and go back to her place. And, perhaps once or twice a month, Debbie would encourage me to spend the night there. 

One night, Doris and I were making out, and I asked her if she'd ever had a black guy. She spent perhaps fifteen minutes telling me of over-sized dicks and how African-Americans had a propensity for doggy-style, at least to start; her conjecture was that they liked to see their darkness sliding in and out of the whiteness. As she talked - we kept playing - I noticed once again her indiscretion seemed to stimulate her. Later, as I was well into her, I experienced that yelp again. Although I didn't use the technique of getting her to verbalize her fantasies every time we made love, I utilized the caper occasionally, it rarely failed to excite her.

Another time, we were again mentally exploring the pleasures of an MFM threesome, it had the welcome reaction, we both had great orgasms. After, she asked, "Jon, would you like to be with me in a threesome?"

"You mean you, me and another guy?"

"Exactly. Just once, to see if you'd like it."

I considered it, she didn't push. There certainly was an interest on my part. I knew she saw other men when I wasn't around. The first time I found a man's sock under the bedframe I was a bit aghast, but I didn't say anything. That was wise, I think. Eventually - it took me a week or two to figure it out - I realized that anything Doris chose to gift me with was hers to giveaway, and that since I wasn't with her every night, and was particularly absent on weekends, she had to fulfill her needs, her appetites with others. I made a decision not to be jealous. And since I knew she had those other lovers, her overture for a threesome didn't disgust me. 

Yes, there was an interest on my part. Why not? It would be an adventure, something I'd never experienced, and I think I envisioned it almost as I'd approach a porn movie or a strip club, something interesting, exciting. I was tempted to take her up on the offer, only one thing restrained me. Debbie didn't object to my extramarital activities with Doris, but she remained adamant that Doris would be my only lover. Now, did that principle extend to include another man? I didn't have any intention of doing anything with him other than watching, but still . . . Not being sure, not willing to ask Debbie for clarification, I simply let the topic drop out of sight, after a couple of offers Doris never pressed.

Debbie and I didn't often talk of the state of affairs, there was an unstated accord that what was happening simply didn't have to be discussed. But I wondered what - or if - she wanted out of it. There were benefits for her, of course. The sex between my wife and I remained more frequent, better. I think I appreciated her a little more, brought flowers more often, enjoyed her company at dinner more than I had before. 

But, would she enjoy having her own secret lover? I honestly didn't know how I would take it if she did, but in fairness I felt I had to at least explore the option. I tried to bring it up obliquely, she caught my hint before too long and answered. "No, dear, I don't want another man. You've always been much more interested in sex than I am."

"You're a wonderful lover. We've never had a problem there, I think you're great in bed!"

"That's nice of you to say so, and I appreciate that until this started with Doris you never did anything. But I just always thought you would have liked another outlet. Now, you've got it, and I don't mind at all. But I don't need, don't want, anyone but you. Okay?" Of course it was.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I've been seeing Doris now for over four years, Debbie still tolerates the situation. My lover and I seem to go in spurts, for a month or three we can't wait to tear each other's clothes off, then it tapers off to once a week or so. Doris has never allowed a particular 'date night,' such as Thursdays is I'll-be-over-at-your-place-at-six-thirty evening. She works hard to make it a little extemporaneous. 

One time, a warm early November evening, I was scheduled to be with Doris, I got a text, 'meet me at Robinson park.' It was well after dark by the time I made it, I found Doris's car parked near a picnic pavilion, my headlights illuminated her near a playground. "Turn the headlights off," she demanded, "and join me." On a picnic bench we sat, started kissing. I found she wasn't wearing a bra, I unbuttoned her blouse, sucked just the way she'd taught me she liked. Eventually, we made our way to a swing set, she unzipped my fly, pulled out my penis, sat on me. I found out she wasn't wearing panties, we made love awkwardly, yet flamboyantly. Not surprisingly, I wasn't able to come, although I think she did. We moved over back to the bench, she laid on top, I lanced her, that was better, I was able to come pretty quickly that way, she laughed loudly as I grunted my spark into her.

Later, at a nearby pub, I asked, "What if somebody had come and seen us?"

"If it was somebody trying to do the same thing we did, would you have minded? I didn't think parents were going to be bringing their children to play there, not at that time!"

"Okay, but what about the park police?"

A giggle escaped. "Well, I'm friends with the guy who's on duty. He knew what I'd planned, told me he wouldn't swing by there for an hour." I laughed with her.

Debbie has allowed me to accompany Doris when she's headed out of town for a conference or something, I've stayed in her hotel room, at parties Doris introduced me, it was clear I was her lover. 

A couple years back, Doris met a man. She let me know she wanted to find out if it could get serious, I backed off, we even met them at restaurants and invited them over for dinner. Fourteen weeks later, Debbie told me, "Alex broke it off with Doris. I think she'd like a phone call from you, if you need to go over there it's fine with me." I spent that night, and the next five, at Doris's apartment, for the next month I spent more nights with her than with Debbie, eventually Doris got over it, she thanked me for my concern and help. 

There's been some talk of the three of us traveling, perhaps to Europe. I don't know how that would work, perhaps the two of them would get together and decide who's room I was sleeping in that night. I'd be fine with it, as long as I didn't have to make the decision, I'd never want to take the chance of hurting either of them. 

Yes, of course I've considered the legality, the morality of what I'm doing. The only things I think I could be accused of in court is bigamy and incest. Since I've never married Doris or said any vows, I'm cleared on that. And, as I read the statute, screwing around withs is perfectly legal in my state. Is what I'm doing immoral? I don't think so, my wife and lover agree. So, if you think what I'm doing is depraved, well, that's on you, I couldn't care less.

There are times when I sort of feel like a teddy bear, community property shared by the two sisters. Often, I never know which one is going to pick me up and play with me next. 

I'm not complaining, it's a hell of a life.



Community Property



"That would be a shame to hurt him that way," said Jeff.

"What do you mean?" asked Julie.

"I mean if you stop fucking us, I'd have to tell poor Liam all about it," said Jeff. "He'd be heart broken. And you guys would probably end up divorced. You're over thirty, you have no skills and you've never had a job. The only thing you're good at is fucking and sucking dicks, what kind of life would you have?"

"In time, he'd forgive us for being weak enough to let you convince us to have sex with you. But he'd never forgive you."

"But that isn't the way it was," said Julie.

"Who's he going to believe, Bitch," said Greg. "His three lifetime best friends or you?"

"And don't worry about him catching us," said Jeff. "I'm going to get some pills for you. They're a very powerful sleeping agent."

"I don't have any trouble sleeping," said Julie.

"See they're working already," said Jeff. "But really dumb ass, the pills are for Liam. When we need to get together, you just put one in whatever he's drinking and he'll sleep through the whole night. I could fuck your ass on the bed next to him and he wouldn't wake up. Now get over here and suck my dick."

Julie just looked at him. "Bert, call Liam," said Jeff. Bert pulled out a phone.

Julie got on her knees and Jeff stood over her. She opened her mouth and just knelt there as Jeff pumped himself in and out of her mouth. "Why aren't you doing it the way you usually do Julie?" asked Jeff.

"Because I don't want to do this anymore," she said. "It isn't fun anymore, but I have no choice. From now on you won't have an active participant. You'll just have a body to use."

"So what," snapped Bert. "We all know what that's like. We're married. Fucking you whenever we want to is still way better than the once or twice a month we get from our wives." They all laughed and took up their places around her.

I backed out of the house and knocked over the table by the back door. I ran across the yard and behind my garage just as I saw Julie's face in the doorway.

A few minutes later my phone rang. "Hello," I said as if I was out of breath from running.

"Liam, Honey, what time are you going to be done?" asked Julie. "I want to make breakfast for you."

"Don't bother," I said. "I'll probably just want something light." I hung up the phone.

An hour later I walked into the house. My supposed friends were nowhere to be found. "Hi Honey," said Julie. As usual, she appeared to be concerned with everything that might be wrong with me. The difference was that now I knew that it had all been a lie. I simply stared at her. I guess that deep down I wanted to see if I could see any differences in her.

Realistically, she looked exactly the same as she always had. The only difference was the way I felt about her. As she tried to sit me down and asked me if I wanted her to rub my legs, my skin crawled.

"No thanks," I said.

"Well why don't you sit in the tub for a while and I'll give you massage like I always do?" she asked.

"Actually I think I'm going to just going to get in the spa for a while," I said.

"Do you want me to join you?" she asked.

"I have some thinking to do," I said. "It kind of came up while I was running. Maybe I should turn down the promotion."

She looked stricken. "Why would you want to do that?" she asked. "We'll get more money and we won't have to be apart as often. Are you crazy?"

I wasn't crazy, I was just in shock. I needed time to explore how I felt about everything so I got into our tiny two person spa and let the bubbles flow over me. I set the temperature as warm as I could stand it and just thought.

I thought about my life, or the life I thought I had. I thought about my friends, or the friends I thought I had. And in the end, I finally figured out that I was pretty much alone. Except for my parents whom I wouldn't bring into this, I had no one I could really trust. Then I began to think about what I wanted my life to be like. I wanted out of the relationship with Julie. More than seeing her screwing my best friends, the thing that hurt me the most was hearing that she'd never really loved me at all. I had given that woman my heart for the entire time that we'd known each other.

I was still having trouble believing that she had never cared about me. Oh sure, she claimed that she did now, but that was probably just the result of having lived with me for so long and all of the shit I'd done for her over the years.

I guess the mature thing to do would be to divorce Julie and try to start my life over.

While I was in the spa, I heard my phone ringing. I let it go to voice mail while I decided the course of my future.

* * * * * *

Julie

I was living a nightmare. At thirty one years old, my life was headed down a pathway I didn't intend. I was married to the most wonderful man I knew. My entire plan was fucked up. Nine years earlier, when he and his friends graduated from college, I really hadn't known Liam. Sure he was good looking, probably the most attractive of the four, but he'd spent the last two year of college battling a depression over his girlfriend's decision to enter a convent. I slept with the other three, numerous times but I hadn't spent much time with Liam at all. Jeff had actually hooked us up. I had known Jeff for a while but when he met Paula, he couldn't' hang out with me anymore. Jeff was going on to Medical school and the others were already getting jobs in their chosen careers. Most of our friends were starting their lives and I had no idea what I even wanted to do.

It looked like I was going to be the last one at the party. My mom had actually mentioned to me that a friend of hers was opening a restaurant and I might consider asking her for a job. I knew then that my mom was crazy. Did she really see me standing on my feet all day running back and forth, serving people?

My actual plan had been to marry Jeff until he met Paula. I knew that Jeff was a tit man, by the way that he always played with and sucked mine. Paula's tits were out of this world. I couldn't believe she could stand up straight let alone walk.

One of the cool things about Jeff was that he and his friends shared everything, he'd introduced me to the other guys and he didn't care if I fucked them, as long as he got his. Jeff and I had a pretty good relationship and I was always able to talk to him, so I asked him about my problem. He was the one who suggested that I meet his friend Liam.

I later found out that Jeff, Greg and Bert had to force Liam to go out with me. Our first date was just that, we went out to eat and for a walk and we talked a bit. Apparently, the other guys hadn't told Liam much about me. It was pretty dull as first dates go for me. Usually, a first date for me was when a guy showed me how well he could fuck and we decided whether or not there'd be any more dates. Some guys just weren't into it and I never heard from them again.

Liam never called me back after that first date. Jeff had to convince me to go after him. I later found out that Jeff had multiple reasons for everything he did. On one hand, Jeff wanted Liam to get engaged like the other three guys had. They'd always done everything together anyway so he didn't want Liam to be a carefree bachelor while the other three were tied down. He was also worried about Liam. It had been two years since Liam had broken up with Amanda and he hadn't dated anyone. And finally his real reason came out. That was the first time I'd heard Jeff mention that community property thing. I belonged to all of them. And the only way that any of them would get to use me without arousing suspicion after we were married would be if I was married to one of them.

That way they could tell their wives that they were going over to visit Liam. If the eight of us all socialized together anyway, no one would know any better.

I knew that it was wrong from the beginning but it made my life easier. Being a wife was way easier than being a waitress. Greg even told me that the smartest thing to do would be to stay with Liam for five or six years and then divorce him. After having been married for that long there'd be a different type of community property. The kind of community property, that meant that I could get alimony and half of his earnings and still not have to do shit.

It was a great plan. I thought about it before I even called Liam for our second date. I'd hook him in with sex, then after a while I'd simply start to withhold sex from him. So when it was time to go for the divorce, I'd cut him off entirely. If he wasn't getting any sex from me he probably would not object to the divorce.

The problem with the great plan was Liam. He was the nicest man I'd ever dated. We started out more like friends than anything else but after a while I could tell he liked me. It took a while but before too long we were a couple. When we finally got married I couldn't believe it. He actually listened to me and we talked about everything. We finally had sex on our honeymoon and it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. He was gentle and loving. Instead of making me do what pleased him, he asked what made me feel good and then did it. For the first time, instead of feeling like some guy fucked me, it felt like we fucked each other. I spent a lot of time thinking about it.

Even after we were married, Liam was constantly buying me little presents and flowers. Before I knew it, I really had feelings for him. I couldn't exactly call it love but, I really didn't mind being with him. As time went on, I started to do things to try to please him the way he did them for me. I had never stopped screwing the other guys even after I married Liam, but I didn't feel bad about it then. I did notice over time though that I needed a balance. For every time that I had wild kinky sex with the other guys, I needed some time with Liam. The other guys all had things that I like about them. Jeff was wild and fucked me hard. Greg had a tiny dick that was great for anal sex and Bert was really freaky.

When it came time for me to divorce Liam four years ago, Greg asked me if I wanted to start the paper work. I told him that things would probably work out better if I waited to catch Liam doing something wrong. I knew he never would, but I just couldn't admit to anyone that I wanted to stay married to Liam.

So things had actually gotten better over the last few years. In the past six months, I'd decided that I was going to stay married to Liam for the rest of my life. I'd recently decided that I wanted a baby and that it had to be with him. I was ready to give up the extra-marital sex for good and start being a good little wife. My goal was to give Liam's friends a good bye fuck and give them the bad news but it hadn't worked out that way.

Even as Liam came through the door, I'd been considering other options when I noticed the look on his face. Something was off about him. At first I thought that he'd pulled something or hurt himself during his run. Then he started talking about turning down his promotion at work. I knew that something was up.

I also had another idea that I intended to run by the guys. Maybe we could just knock it off for a few weeks. That way I could go off of the pill for a while. Let Liam get me pregnant and then I'd be able to offer them even kinkier types of sex. They could try pregnant pussy and even some lactation sessions, but one way or another I was going to have Liam's baby. From the look in Jeff's eyes I knew that he was thinking about it too. It would be just like him to want to be the one to get me knocked up and have Liam raise his kid.

* * * * * *

Liam

It all came down to one thing. The people I thought I loved had stolen my life from me. Julie, Jeff, Bert and Greg all had to pay.

I had no intention of taking this lying down anymore. At thirty three years old, nearly half of my life was gone. They always say that the average person lives approximately 70 years or so. That means that nearly half of my life had been wasted over people who weren't worth it.

Each and every one of them needed to pay. I needed to figure out how and what I intended to do. It took me a few days to come up with what I wanted to do to each of them.

The first thing I did was to put a recorder on my home phone so I could get some information on what they were doing. Since Julie was always home she didn't have a cell phone.

It had been roughly a week since I'd caught them and I hadn't been sitting on my ass. I'd seen a couple of lawyers, both of who had told me that getting a divorce from Julie would probably involve me giving up nearly half of my assets at least. I didn't think that she deserved that so I was going to come up with something different for Julie even if it involved me having to stay married to her for a while.

I decided to go after Bert first because he'd be the easiest. Since Bert was the one that I hadn't actually seen having sex with Julie and he'd said the least against me personally, He'd get off the easiest.

I started asking around town in some of the not so nice places to find out where you'd go if you needed to have someone beaten up. I was finally directed to a couple of bars that were in the next town over.

The bartender in one of the bars put me in touch with a guy who told me that five hundred dollars, plus a thousand dollars for the guy who did the actual beating would get the job done.

I started hanging out in that bar. I got friendly with the bar tender and told him that I was looking for work. We didn't exchange names but after a week or so he trusted me and told me that if anything came up he'd give me a crack at it. A few days later, I got another guy to contact the bartender to find a guy to do it for him. I know this sounds confusing but it was necessary. The way it worked out I paid the bartender who thought someone else was paying him, to pay me to kick Bert's ass myself. That way if anyone looked into it, there'd be enough layers between me and the crime that no one would connect me to it.

I gave my friend all of the information about Bert. He relayed it to the bartender and gave him the money. The bartender actually stiffed me. He only gave me seven hundred and fifty dollars. A few nights later, I caught Bert coming out of a bar that he often went to.

Bert wasn't drunk so he had a chance. I had on a ski mask and it was dark. It was an extremely fair fight. As he stepped over to his car, I hit him from behind with a baseball bat. He stood straight up in shock and I offered him the bat so he could have his turn. I was trying to be fair. He didn't seem to want a turn, so I slammed the bat into his ribs from the side. He fell to his knees and almost blacked out. I offered him the bat and a turn, but again he turned me down. Okay, he didn't actually turn me down, but with all of the screaming he was doing I couldn't tell whether he wanted a turn or not, so I slammed the bat into his other side. I was really getting tired of the sound of his ribs snapping. He was on his knees so I kneed him in the mouth as hard as I could. He spit out several teeth. Then I stomped on his family jewels as he went to the ground. I was about to start beating on him again but the bartender pulled me off of him.

"Jeezus," he said. "We're not supposed to kill him. He's fucking some guy's sister and the brother wants us to send the guy a message, not put him underground. Come on, let's go."

I knew that Bert was still barely conscious. Julie had three brothers so it could have been any of them.

The next day I got a call from Jeff. We had to go to the hospital to visit Bert. "What's wrong with him?" I asked.

"He got mugged," was all Jeff said.

"Yep and you're going to get mugged soon too, asshole," I thought.

We all stood over the bed and watched as Bert tried to tell a detective about his attack. He told the detective that the guy had come out of nowhere and just beat the crap out of him. He was sure it was a case of mistaken identity because he'd never done anything wrong to anyone. He'd just been stopping by for a drink after work. The guy hadn't taken anything or tried to steal Bert's car. He didn't understand it. Maybe he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

After the cops left, Bert looked at us. I told the guys that I needed to go and call Julie and I'd be right back.

As I left the room I stuck the tip of my shoe in the door jamb so the door would stay open a crack and listened.

"What didn't you want to talk about?" asked Jeff.

Bert could barely talk through his pain. "There were two guys," he hissed. "There was the one who did all of the beating. He seemed to enjoy beating me. He kept offering me the bat and telling me I could take a swing at him. I was in too much pain to even hold a bat. I just wanted him to stop. After he hit me the first time, I could barely breathe. I had almost passed out but I was still conscious when the second guy came out. I never got a look at him, but if he hadn't pulled that first guy off of me, he'd have beaten me to death. They started talking and I heard him say something about some chick I'm screwing's brother hired them to beat me up."

Both Greg and Jeff looked alarmed at that. "You're screwing at least two women besides your wife," said Jeff. "Which one is it?"

"I think it's the new secretary," said Bert. "I met her brother once and he didn't like me at all. I didn't say anything to the cops because if I did then my wife could find out and I'd be up shit creek."

I picked that moment to go back into the room. Jeff and Greg noticed me coming and just nodded. "So do you know anything about the guy who beat you up?" I asked. Bert shook his head.

"We can't let anyone get away this," I said angrily. "We're the Musketeers. All for one, and one against all."

"You mean, all for one and one for all," said Jeff.

"You know what I meant," I snapped. "We have to find out who did this and make them pay for it. People have to learn that if they attack or hurt any of us, there will be severe consequences."

"Calm down cowboy," said Greg. "We have no idea of who did this or why. Like Bert said; it may have been mistaken identity."

"Fuck that," I snapped. "Someone has to pay. I feel like someone had attacked me personally and I want everyone involved to feel my pain, one way or another."

They all looked at me strangely. "I'll see you guys tomorrow on the golf course...Oh shit, this is even worse," I said.

"What do you mean?" asked Jeff.

"Well," I said. "Maybe there's another possibility. With all of his injuries, Bert has no chance now of ever breaking that record for most wins in the gold tournament."

I saw a solitary tear roll down Bert's face. Apparently he'd forgotten about his chance at a legacy. Inwardly I was happy. While Greg and Jeff stayed at the hospital visiting Bert, I did some visiting of my own. I went to Jeff's clinic. I had a key to his place because while he went on vacation every year, I took his mail in and handled deliveries. Jeff didn't want his nurse or his office assistant to do those things because they'd have charged him for it. Jeff was very cheap.

I went into the tiny back room where Jeff stored hard copies of original medical forms and other patient data. The room was cool and efficient and despite the tons of paper there was very little chance of a fire. I had several cans of gas with me. I poured them into containers marked rubbing alcohol and placed them in one corner and wiped down the walls and the floor with gas as well. The room was sealed pretty well and Jeff's staff actually only came in to add new files to the records on a monthly basis. I had at least two to three weeks before anyone would need to come in here.

I went back to my car and got an iron with a defective plug. I got a printer with a power cable that was stripped down to the bare wires and plugged them both into a power strip and plugged the power strip into a timer. Jeff's office was closed on Sundays so no one would be here tomorrow.




Community Property



I poured a trail of lighter fluid from the power strip to the gas filled alcohol cans and smiled. The timer was set for tomorrow morning while the four...three of us would be playing golf.

This was only the beginning of Jeff's problems. I smiled thinking about it. Of course, the police would think it was arson.

As soon as I got back into my car, I opened my radio shack telephone voice disguiser and hooked it up to the track phone I'd bought at the gas station this morning. I called Jeff's office in a loud and angry voice. "What kind of fucking doctor are you?" I shouted. The voice manipulation software made my voice seem deeper and almost alien like. "I sent my guy over to torch your office like you wanted but you haven't paid the frigging money. I've never seen a doctor as cheap as you are. If I don't have my money by tomorrow, I'll be burning your fucking house down next, with you in it."

I pulled the battery out of the phone and dropped it into the sewer. I drove around and tossed the voice distorter into a fire that a couple of homeless guys were sitting around. I gave them each a couple of dollars and watched as the plastic box melted and burned until there was almost nothing left of it.

Then I drove home.

"Where were you?" asked Julie reaching out to grab my arm. I gently pulled away from her.

"I stopped off at the hospital to visit Bert," I said. She looked at me and then smiled. She tried to hide the smile. Knowing the way her brain worked or thinking that I did. I could tell that she was happy that I'd gone to check on Bert. That meant that I was still in the dark about what was going on with Bert and the others. I mean who would go to check on someone he thought was fucking his wife. On the other hand, the growing coldness I was showing her was bothering her more and more.

I'd noticed over the past few days that she'd began drinking more. Maybe that wasn't due only to what was going on between us. I had a feeling that a lot of that had to do with the fact that she'd gone from willing slut to coerced whore over the past few days as well. Plus the fact that the guys had literally talked about her like she wasn't there when they ran down all of her deficiencies in front of her.

She literally had no one to turn to. She couldn't talk to them because they were the ones who'd put her in her current fix. She couldn't talk to her girlfriends because they were married to the men she was fucking and for once she couldn't even come to me, her faithful and supportive puppy dog of a husband who'd indulged her every fucking whim since I set eyes on her. The pressure was quickly turning her into an alcoholic. And I hoped the bitch choked on it.

As she went to make dinner, I remade her drink making it far stronger. All through dinner I made sure her glass was never empty.

After dinner when she moved over to me and started making cow eyes at me, I moved away from her.

"Liam, why are you pulling away from me?" she asked. Her voice was tinged with both frustration and suspicion. The way she slurred her words let me know that she was drunk or close to it.

"It's been days," she said. "And I want it now."

"I told you I've been having some problems at work," I said. "I still haven't decided whether or not to take that promotion."

"I thought we'd settled that," she slurred. "You're taking the promotion. We'll have more money and more time together. Then you can stay your ass home and get me pregnant. In fact we ought to be starting that process right now." Just as she said right now, she tried to get up and fell onto the floor.

"I drink I'm thunk," she said and then started laughing. I helped her to her feet and carried her to the bedroom.

"That's what I wanted," she said. "Take me to bed and fuck the shit out of me." Then she started laughing again. "Liam, do you like my titties?" she asked. "Does Paula have better tits than me?"

"I've never seen Paula's," I said.

"Is Amanda prettier than I am?" she asked. "You've seen her before...way back when."

"I saw Amanda a few days ago," I said. "She's in town right now visiting her family."

That seemed to sober her up quickly or maybe it was just a moment of lucidity. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked loudly.

"It was no big deal," I said. "We ran into each other while I was out running last Sunday morning. I'm supposedly having lunch with her someday this week to talk."

"I don't think so," she snapped. "No unsupervised lunches with old girlfriends."

"Julie, she's a nun," I said. "It's not like something is going to happen. Besides you don't get to control me. You don't get to decide who I can and can't speak to or hang out with. Have I ever told you what you can and can't do with your old friends?" She quickly dropped the conversation. Even drunk she was afraid to open that subject up to discussion, but the guilt on her face was crushing.

"I love you Liam," she said. "I really do. You know that, right?" I just nodded. If she was expecting me to say it back she was out of luck.

"I mean we're not like some couples," she started again. "We're not just together because we don't want to be alone, right?"

"Why would you even ask me that?" I asked. "Julie, you're drunk aren't you."

"Well, even drunk you could still fuck me," she said.

I put her into our bed and took her clothes off. By the time I was done undressing her she was purring away.

When I woke up the next morning, I quickly rolled over next to her. I spooned against her so that my naked penis was lodged between her ass cheeks.

I listened to her breathing and slowly moved against her until she woke up. As she woke up I pretended that I was asleep.

She turned to me and smiled. I popped my eyes open and smiled back at her. I reached over and kissed her on her cheek. "Last night was great honey," I said sleepily.

"It was?" she said questioningly.

I nodded at her with a big smile on my face. "I especially like the way we got into the shower together after we were done and just let the water run down over us while we hugged. We must have stood there together under the warm water for at least an hour before I carried you back to bed."

The confused look on her face was priceless. She was remembering me carrying her to bed but she didn't remember us having sex or taking a shower.

"It really was good," she lied. "So good that I'm ready for more, right now," she said grabbing my dick. "And you're ready too. Don't you want to put this thing back in its hole?"

"Oh shit," I yelled, jumping up.

"What's wrong?" she asked, sitting up.

"You have to stop doing that to me. You get me in a comfortable and sexy mood and I just forget everything. I have to be at the golf course in a little while. I have to get dressed and get out of here. I don't even have time to eat."

I jumped out of the bed and threw on some clothes. I ran into the bathroom and shaved and brushed my teeth. I grabbed my golf clubs. I had to drive our Jeep, because my clubs wouldn't fit into the Mustang's trunk. I waved goodbye to Julie and left. I could tell she was thinking and trying to remember what had happened. I decided then to ramp up her alcohol intake even more.

I actually got to the golf course before Jeff and Greg did. I had a sandwich in the clubhouse and hit a bucket of balls at the driving range. I was down to my last couple of balls when they came over to me. "Hey, no fair practicing," said Greg.

"I needed to," I smirked. "You guys have always had more balls than I do."

Jeff laughed but Greg didn't. He studied me nervously and then smiled, but only a bit. We were just in time to tee off. Since we didn't have a foursome, we allowed another guy that we'd seen at the club to play with us. After about six holes I made an announcement. "Hey guys," I said. "It's ten AM why don't we play the next three, then break for lunch before we do the back nine?"

"That sounds like a plan," said Jeff. "Since I seem to be losing anyway, maybe a break will change my luck."

And that's what we did. We were sitting in the clubhouse trying to decide whether or not to raise the stakes to a full dollar per stroke or to keep it at fifty cents, when one of the staff came running over to Jeff. "Doctor Martin," she said excitedly. "There's an urgent phone call for you. It's your wife."

Jeff had a shit eating grin on his face as he took the phone. "The little woman probably can't wash her stomach with those big tits in the way. She probably needs me to come home and lift them for her."

"What!" he yelled. "When? I'll be right there."

Then he turned to look at us. The concern written on his face made me want to laugh out loud.

"Are you going to need any help lifting those titties, Jeff?" I asked. He looked at me like I was stupid.

"My clinic burned down this morning," he snapped. "I have to go over there now."

"Sorry Jeff," I said. "I was just joking. Do you want us to come with you?"

"Could you please?" he asked. The three of us said goodbye to our new friend and headed for the place where Jeff's clinic used to be. Paula was there talking to the police and the fire department when we all pulled up.

Jeff ran over and looked around. He was livid. He kept looking at everything. The pain on his face didn't begin to come close, to what I'd felt when I discovered what he and my other supposed friends had been doing to me, but it was a good down payment. The emotions running across his face were priceless. I wished I could mentally record them and play them back. Everyone has heard of the five stages of grief. Jeff invented the five stages of stupidity.

He went from anger, to resignation, to elation, to realization, to depression in seconds.

Greg and I joined Jeff as the fire chief spoke to him. "It looks like a faulty appliance started an alcohol fire in a room full of paper. The fire spread to the rest of the building. He looked at Jeff strangely. It started at around ten o clock according to a guy in the supermarket across the street. He was gathering shopping carts in the market's parking lot and noticed the flames from your building," said the fire chief.

"They're probably going to want to know where you were at ten AM this morning. It's just the normal routine though. This was obviously an accident."

"Me and two of my best friends were playing golf," said Jeff. "We have another guy who played with us and most of the staff at the club can prove that I was there. None of us ever left there once we started playing at about eight thirty."

The clinic was burnt to the ground. It was considered a total loss. Jeff was distraught. He was barely making a dent in his mortgage on the place. All of Jeff's medical equipment had been relatively new and he was still paying for it as well. My buddy Jeff was as cheap as they come which was why he was so distraught.

When Jeff first ran up and saw that his clinic had burned to the ground, he'd been angry. He tried to figure out whom and what had caused it to happen. Then he became resigned that it had happened and realized that he'd just have to make the best of it. He was elated for a while because he might just be able to make his situation better. He could over estimate the value of his equipment to the insurance company and also get the value of several pieces of equipment that he really didn't use very often, but not replace them. He'd use that money to buy things that he really did need. And since the clinic would need to be rebuilt, he'd have it designed better than it was.

Then he realized that although the clinic was heavily insured, he didn't have any fire insurance. That sent him into depression, because Jeff would still have to pay for everything that had been destroyed but he'd have to pay for it out of pocket. Plus he'd have to come up with the money to build a new clinic.

He was already so heavily in debt it just didn't seem possible. By the time the fire crews left the scene, Jeff was on his knees in the rubble doing his best Nancy Kerrigan impression. "Whyyyyyyyy?" he screamed.

If Jeff only knew, his troubles were only beginning. I don't think he'd have the energy to even scream.

Greg shook his head as he looked at me. I smiled just a bit and I saw a shiver run through him. "I guess he lost it," he said.

"Not quite yet," I replied. Greg didn't say a word his eyes got big and he nodded his head.

"See you later, Liam," he said. He got into his car and drove off.

I had my plans in store for good old Greg too. But I wanted to savor it and tie it into the rest of Jeff's downfall. Looking back on it, that was a mistake. But it still worked out.

I decided to go ahead and take care of Julie because she would be part of the rest of Jeff's fate.

I went back to the area where I'd paid the two homeless guys to watch me burn the voice manipulator. I looked around until I found the guy I was looking for. He didn't seem to be on drugs or alcohol, just down on his luck.

I asked him if he was willing to take a risk for a chance to start his life over again. He looked at me like I was crazy and then started telling me the story of his fucking life. "Seriously buddy," he said. "I'm not looking for a handout, just a hand."

I walked away from him quickly. He wasn't the guy I was looking for. The next guy I went over to had a permanently pissed off look on his face. None of the other homeless guys would go near him. Surprisingly, he was the only one who didn't stink.

"What?" he asked as I stepped up to him. "Just what the fuck do you want? Tell that bitch that whatever she wants she ain't getting it." I knew that I'd found the guy I needed. After talking to him for a while I discovered that he wasn't a bum. He was a very rational and intelligent guy. He'd just been fucked over by the legal system and the family courts so much that he'd decided that rather than give his ex another nickel, he'd just stop working and become a bum.

"How would you like a chance to get back at a woman who's as bad as your ex?" I asked.

"My name is Melvin and I'm at your service," he smiled. I came to a very lucrative arrangement with Melvin. I'd be paying him a down payment after his first performance and the rest he'd get from the insurance company and the lawyers."

I went home to Julie. "Did you hear about Jeff's clinic?" I asked.

"What about it?" she asked. She was already stewed to the gills. She was slurring her words and barely able to stand up. "Why are you asking me about Jeff? I don't have anything to do with Jeff. Do you think I like Jeff or something?"

"Julie, Jeff's clinic burned to the ground this morning," I said.

"Bwa ha ha ha ha," she laughed. "That asshole deserved it." Then she looked around the room and into my eyes. "Sorry," she said. "I forgot he's your FRIEND."

"Liam, why don't you love me anymore?" she asked. "I've got two theories." She grabbed her glass and took a long slug of whatever was in it. Then she staggered over to our liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle. She tried to get the top off of it and couldn't.

I took the bottle from her and opened the top. I slipped two of the sleeping pills that Jeff had given her for me into the glass.

"What are your theories, Honey," I asked.

"Why are you calling me Honey?" she asked. "You don't care about me anymore. You may as well be calling your car, Honey. You treat it like it was your wife. It's just my luck, I find out that I'm in love with you and I'd do anything for you just when you decided that you don't give a flying fuck about me."

She fell down into her chair. "Gimmie my fucking drink," she said.

"First you have to tell me about your theories," I said. "Why do you think I don't love you?" I was trying to wait for the pills to dissolve in the glass.

"I have two theories," she said. "And I...don't remember them." I realized that she was too drunk to even notice whether or not the pills had dissolved. I handed her the glass.

"Oh yeah," she said. "I know all about it. I think that you and that nun are having an affair. I spoke to some people who saw the two of you together."

"Julie, I told you that Amanda and I were going to have lunch remember?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," she said. "And I told you not to. I hate that bitch. It's a good thing you listened to me."

"What's your other theory?" I asked.

"Liam, I love you," she slurred. "But I've been really bad. I think you might know what I did and you might not like me anymore."

"What did you do, Julie?" I asked. I looked at her like I was really listening. Those pills must have been really powerful because her eyes were already beginning to close.

"You mean you don't know?" she asked. "I'm not a dummy, Liam. I'm not going to tell you if you don't know. Shit that's a load off of my mind. I feel better. Let's go upstairs and do it. Or maybe..." I looked at her as she started trying to stand up.

"We need some marshmallows and some sticks," she said all of a sudden.

"For what?" I asked.

"Before we do it, let's go by Jeff's burnt up little clinic and roast some marshmallows," she said and then she laughed until she fell back into her chair asleep.

I went down into my basement and got Melvin. I'd slipped him down there through the side door when I first came in.

"You ready?" I asked. He just nodded.

"When will your friends be ready?" I asked.

"As soon as you drop me back at the park?" he said.

We went into my backyard and I showed him Julie's car. "Let's do this," I said. He nodded. "This is really going to hurt," I told him.

He ran at Julie's car as hard as he could. At the last second he stopped.

"Do it, Chicken-shit," I urged. He looked at me angrily. "Just imagine that my drunken whore of a wife is your ex and she's behind the wheel." That seemed to work He came back towards me then turned and sprinted for all he was work at Julie's car. He launched himself into the car and bounced off of it so hard that the air bag went off. When he bounced off of the car he also fell backwards and hit his head on the ground. He had a huge bruise on his head and a mark that looked just like the car's grill on his ribs. It was time. We pushed Julie's car into the front yard and left it on the lawn at an odd angle. I'd thought that we'd be able to drive it but the damned thing wouldn't start. It was probably something to do with the air bag triggering. I called the police and reported Julie missing. They told me I couldn't make a report until she'd been missing for twenty four hours. The guy on the phone's tone implied that I needed to exercise more control over my woman.

We quickly jumped into my car and I drove him to a nearby park where some friends of his were waiting. He lay down on the ground and as if on cue they all started screaming. As I pulled away, I noticed in my rear view mirror that someone in a car had stopped to see what they were yelling about. A man got out of the car with a cell phone, as I'd predicted some 'good Samaritan' was already calling the police.

When I got back home, I loaded the still passed out Julie into her car. I laid her down across the front seat which would imply that she'd fallen asleep at the wheel. I gently rubbed some of the residue from the airbag chemicals around her face and neck. I placed an open bottle of liquor on the seat next to her after dripping some of it on her clothes. I put her keys into the ignition and went inside the house and went to bed.

I was awakened at about three in the morning by the sound of someone pounding on my door. There were flashing lights in my yard and I saw not one, but two police cruisers in front of my house.

"Are you William Bennett?" asked an officer.

"Uh yeah," I said as if I was still asleep. "Did you come to take a report about my wife's disappearance finally? I stayed awake damned near all night. I just barely drifted off to sleep."




Community Property



"Well not exactly sir," he said. "We actually put two and two together and it helped us."

"I don't give a fuck about your math skills," I said. "I just need to find Julie."

"Well we know where she is already, sir," he said. "That's why we're here."

"Where is she?" I asked. "Is she okay?"

"Well maybe you'd better see for yourself," he said.

There were at least four cops surrounding the car. Julie was still passed out the way I'd left her. She was snoring louder than a chain saw and some of the cops were laughing about the volume of the snores.

As I walked up the laughter stopped. "Did you guys bring her home?" I asked. "Why the hell did you park her on my fucking lawn?"

The cops looked at each other. Their expressions seemed to ask who was going to tell the crazy man what his wife did.

"Sir, we didn't park her here. It appears that your wife missed the driveway and ended up on the lawn herself. She also appears to be drunk," he said. I hung my head down as if I was wracked with a deep sense of shame.

"She's been drinking a lot lately," I said sadly. In my mind I could hear the cheers for me as I received my imaginary Oscar for best actor. "Well, get her out of there and bring her into the house," I said.

"Sir, there's a problem with that," said the same officer. "From the looks of things your wife has been drunk for a while and she was driving. She also has an open bottle of intoxicants in the vehicle. Several witnesses also saw your wife hit a pedestrian and then leave the scene of the accident. The man is in the hospital now being checked out. One of the witnesses said she laughed after hitting the man. She also rolled down her window and yelled, "Chuck you Farley," then drove off. We're going to have to take her into custody. You'll probably want to get a lawyer.

"I'm going to get two lawyers," I screamed. "I'll get one lawyer to get her out of jail and the other one to sue the police department. By the time this is all over I'm going to own the police department. Yeah, I'll be the chief of police and then I'll fire all of your asses, just watch."

"Sir, please calm down," he said. "Why would you sue the PD? We've been nothing but professional since we came on the scene."

"Yes you have," I said. "But if you'd gone out and found her when I first reported her missing, none of this would have happened. I'm going to tell the guy she hit the same thing. Maybe the two of us can get together and sue you."

"Where are you taking her?" I asked angrily.

"Third precinct," he said smiling. I'm guessing he thought that I was drunk too. "They have medical facilities for toxicology screenings and a large drunk tank."

I watched as they started getting Julie out of the car. "Leave me alone, Liam," she mumbled loudly still slurring her words. "We'll fuck later. We'll fuck a lot."

"Poor guy," I heard one of the officers say.

Several hours later I got a call. "Liam, it's me," said Julie. She sounded like hell. "I'm in trouble, Honey. You have to come down here and get me out."

"Where are you?" I asked.

"I'm in jail," she said. "They think I...They say that I did an awful thing, Liam."

"I'll be right down there," I said. I called her parents and told them exactly what she'd told me. I didn't give them details, I just told them to meet me there. I took a package out of the trunk of my car and placed it on our doorstep so it would be there when we got back.

I got there at about the same time Julie's parents did. We all went inside together. I found out that Julie's bail would cost us ten percent of two hundred thousand dollars. The judge who'd arraigned her early this morning wasn't bullshitting. Julie's trial was set for two weeks from that morning and if we didn't bail her out, she'd have to stay in jail the whole time.

Her mom and dad looked at me. I just shrugged my shoulders. "She's been drinking a lot lately," I said. "I don't know why. We haven't been fighting or anything. Maybe she's bored."

"Do you have the money?" her dad asked. I nodded.

"It'll wipe out about half of what we have in savings, but we'll be okay," I said. "I have to get her some help to kick this drinking though."

"I can't believe she hit a guy and then drove off," he said.

"It's not her it's the liquor," said her mom.

"Get over it Martha," said my father. "It wasn't a bottle of liquor driving the car. It was Julie. She was always kind of wild before she got together with Liam. Maybe it's starting again."

"Julie was wild?" I said as if I was hearing it for the first time.

"We'll see you later Liam," said my father, grabbing his wife by the arm and leading her out of the police station. "We'll be by to see you guys later. If you need anything, let us know."

That told me everything I needed to know. Her parents even knew that Julie was a whore. They didn't want to talk about it. They'd been sure that she was done with that.

I took Julie home pretending that I was so angry that I didn't want to speak to her. She kept trying to start conversations all the way home. "Liam, I'm so sorry," she said. "I don't remember any of it."

"I think they call them blackouts," I said. "You get so drunk that your mind just doesn't process anything for a while."

She just looked at me. "I'll make this up to you," she said.

"Julie, we're going to have to be careful. We just spent half of our savings getting you out of jail. A big chunk of the rest is probably going to go for your lawyer. I'm going to have to work really hard so I can get a bigger bonus just so we'll have some money in the bank."

She just looked down and didn't say anything.

"They've impounded your car, and they took your license, so you're going to be staying around the house for a while," I said. "Look Honey, I really need to go to work today. I can't afford to take off very many days and I'm going to need to miss a few days for your trial as it is. Will you be okay?"

"Of course, I will," she said. "I just need a shower and to sleep in my own bed."

As we pulled up in front of the house we got out and Julie picked up the box. It was addressed to her. I pretended not to notice. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek. She tried to twist around so the kiss caught her on the lips but I twisted too and made sure of where the kiss landed.

"That's not a good kiss," she said.

"Honey, your breath smells awful," I said. I left the house and drove away to work. On my way to work I got off the freeway and took a detour to another gas station that wasn't on my route to work. I bought another burner phone and fifty minutes worth of time. I paid cash so there wouldn't be a record of me owning the phone.

I stopped off at an electronics store near the gas station and bought a different voice changer. I didn't really like this one because all of the voices sounded like cartoon characters, but I'd only use it a few times anyway.

I drove to work and parked my Mustang in the lot. I activated my new burner phone and plugged the voice manipulator into its headphone jack. I started laughing because except for the fact that I could still pronounce words without them sounding like they all started with the letter R, I sounded like Scooby Doo.

I called Julie at home and told her that I was the one who sent her the package. She got quiet at first and then asked me who I was. The way she went silent let me know that she'd seen the video.

"Look bitch," I snapped. "You must think that I'm as stupid as your husband is. Why the hell would I tell you who I am? All I want to know is do you want to stay married?"

"Yes," she said. "I really, really do. I love my husband that's why those bastards have been able to get me to keep fucking them."

"Well if you don't want me to send him a copy of that disk I sent you. I want you to take forty thousand dollars out of your bank account and put it in a duffel bag..."

"We don't have that much," she said. "We had to put up half of the money in our account to get me out of jail."

"How much can you come up with?" I asked harshly.

"Maybe twenty or fifteen," she said. It was all I could do to keep from laughing into the phone. Then my blood went even colder when she spoke again.

"I don't know where you got that video," she said. "I've seen that file format before. It's the same hi def format that the iPhones use. So, either you somehow took that video yourself or you know someone who did. You may have gotten it from one of the men in the room. At any rate how about if we make a deal. I don't want to empty the account because my husband would find out and I'd have no way to explain it to him. If some of the money is gone, I might be able to explain it away. But if it's all gone he'll need to know why. So maybe you could settle for ten thousand dollars and I'll give you some of what those guys got."

I was shocked and even angrier than I'd been before. It took me a few seconds to make sure that my voice didn't show the rage I felt. "Nah, you're kind of a skank," I said. "I'm not into fucking some old chick who's stuck more dicks in herself than I have teeth. I could probably get my whole arm up there and not touch anything except cooties."

"Fuck you," she spat.

"I already told you no. Stop it, desperation is not a good thing. Anyway put the money in a coffee can. Put the coffee can inside of a duffel bag and bring it to the park near your house. Fill the rest of the bag with old clothes or something. Leave the bag on the bench near the play scape at 4 o' clock. Then walk away. If everything goes well, you'll never hear from me again. But if the money isn't there, I'll leave another disk on your doorstep, only I'll make sure I hand it to your husband personally." 

I hung up and went to my meeting with the realtor I'd hired. She was a really nice older woman. She had driven past the house but hadn't yet gotten a chance to see the inside of it. She had several questions about why I wanted to sell the house, so I leveled with her. I told her that my wife was cheating on me with friends from the neighborhood and since most of the people in the neighborhood knew about it, I couldn't live there any longer. Actually, no one knew except for the cheaters themselves and me, but I figured she'd be more sympathetic if she thought I was being embarrassed on a daily basis.

I showed her my appraisal from the year before and she was sure that she could get me even more money. I told her to start looking and that I'd take anything within twenty percent of the appraised value but time was the critical thing. Even if she had to resort to a short sale I wanted to be out of there ASAP.

At three fifteen, I got an alert on my cell phone that a large withdrawal had been made from my bank account. I smiled.

I called a number on my burner phone and an angry sounding man answered the phone. I'd called the homeless shelter several times and it sounded like all of those guys were always pissed off. I asked for Melvin. Melvin came on the line sounding like he was in a lot of pain.

"Melvin, save the performance," I said. "It's me. I need one of your guys to pick something up for me."

At three fifty, I met Steve across the park from where Julie was supposed to be. I gave him half of a fifty dollar bill and showed him the other half. I also reminded him of the money he'd get as soon as the whole thing was settled. He walked across the park very slowly and got there at the same time Julie did. She put the duffel bag down on the bench and slowly walked away from it. Steve picked it up and watched Julie walk away, then brought the duffel bag to me.

"I started to just take the bag and run away," he said. "But Melvin said you're a good guy and Melvin hates everyone."

Don't worry buddy," I said. "You did the right thing twice." I gave him the other half of the fifty.

"How'd I do the right thing twice?" he asked.

"First, if you'd run off, I'd have shot you," I said. I was, of course, lying through my teeth. I didn't have a gun on me. "And secondly..." I said pulling a bunch of Julie's old clothes and underwear out of the duffel bag. "The things in the bag are only valuable to me in my divorce case."

He looked at what I was pulling out of the bag and smiled. He was sure that he'd made the best deal. "Are you sure you don't want to trade?" I asked. He pocketed both halves of his fifty so quickly that his hands were a blur.

I drove home and got there at about the normal time. Julie couldn't even meet my gaze. "I'm really sorry about what I did last night," she said. "I honestly don't remember getting into the car."

"Julie, you've been forgetting a lot of things lately," I said. "Maybe you should get checked out."

"Maybe I'm pregnant," she said. I looked alarmed at her.

"Who've you been fucking?" I asked.

"Only you silly," she smiled. "Speaking of which, it's been a while since we did anything and I think our dry spell should end tonight don't you." She came over and tried to kiss me.

"Julie, your breath still smells like liquor," I said.

"I've only had a couple of weak drinks," she said. "I'm cutting way back. And I won't be driving."

"Well, I guess that's okay," I said. "But you need to watch it. We're in enough trouble as it is."

A few minutes later, Julie's parents arrived. We spent a pleasant evening with them. Her dad pulled me over to the side and whispered to me that Julie had been drinking. I pretended to be horrified. "She told me that she was going to quit," I said in mock shock. "Let's not make a scene and embarrass her. She's been through so much already. I'll talk to her after you guys leave. Let's not ruin the evening."

I was sure he was going to nominate me for the son of the year award. As soon as their car pulled away from the curb, I handed Julie a drink. This one had more of the sleeping pills in it. As I watched her eyelids becoming heavy, I started rubbing her breasts and kissing her. Her libido and her excitement over the possibility of us having sex kept her awake far longer than I'd have expected. I almost had to fuck her for real. As soon as she dropped off, I carried her up the stairs and placed her on our bed. I went through her dresser drawers and found her favorite toy. It was an eight inch black rubber dildo. I lubed it and carefully inserted it into her still aroused and sopping wet vagina and then left the room.

The stairway to our bedroom was a metal frame with lacquered wood slats that went all the way to the second floor. Even if one of the slats was missing you couldn't fall through because the safety slats are arranged on the bottom of the frame as well. I removed the slats from the first and third stairs at the top. I placed a couple of empty liquor bottles in the kitchen and living room then went upstairs avoiding the missing slats. I went into our bedroom and jacked off over Julie making sure I hosed her down well. She never woke up. I knew that when she woke up she'd be sure we'd had sex.

The next morning I woke up and got ready for work. I dripped a little bit more liquor onto Julie's lips and shook her just a bit. I pulled the dildo out and put it back in her drawer. She was groggy but starting to come around. I skipped down the stairs lightly avoiding the first and third steps and left the house slamming the door loudly. I'd conveniently left my brief case on the coffee table.

Hearing the door slam, as I hoped, got Julie up. She came out of our room and ended up falling down the stairs. It was a long way down and the bitch deserved every knock she got.

Maybe Julie's actions had turned me into some kind of a sadist, but the thought of her falling down those steps ass over tea kettle made me laugh. I wanted her, Jeff, Greg and Bert to all feel the same pain I'd felt when I learned that the people I trusted most had betrayed me. They'd treated me like a sucker for more years than I wanted to think about. My entire life from the moment I'd dated the bitch had been a lie. She didn't even love me. She'd married me under false pretenses and basically I was just her fucking meal ticket. Well, Julie babe, when you eat a meal, sooner or later you have to pay for the ticket.

I waited for about five minutes and then went into the house. I went over to the coffee table looking for my briefcase. I saw Julie lying at the bottom of the stairs moaning and reacted immediately.

"Honey, what are you doing on the floor?" I asked. I looked over her and called 911.

"I fell Liam," she said. "I don't know how. I go up and down those steps every day."

Julie had a big bruise on her head and had pain in both her right ankle and right shoulder. Her wrists were both sprained and starting to swell from trying to catch herself.

"Liam, take me upstairs so I can put something on," she said.

"No Honey," I said. "We probably shouldn't move you. I'll get a blanket to cover you up with and bring some clothes to the hospital."

Again I skipped lightly up the stairs. From the position Julie was in she couldn't see the stairs near the top. I placed the missing slats back into position and brought her clothes and the blanket down. I covered her with the blanket and looked at the stairs pretending to test them for wear or defect. While I was looking at the first and third stairs, I slipped the screws back into them. I'd take the time to tighten them after this was all over.

A few moments later, the ambulance arrived. Julie's right shoulder was dislocated and her right ankle was broken. Both wrists were severely sprained. The bump on her head didn't seem to be serious.

The EMS techs took me to the side and told me they thought that she was drunk.

"It's a good thing I had to come back to get my briefcase," I said.

"Dude calm down, none of her injuries are life threatening, but you need to get her drinking under control," said the lead tech.

They ended up taking her to the same hospital that she was at the previous day. The nurses immediately smelled her and ran a toxicology screen again. "Why are you doing that?" I asked.

"Yesterday's screening came up with something interesting," said one of the nurses. "Your wife had a narcotic level sleeping agent in her but we don't have a record of any doctor in town prescribing for her. In fact, the police are going to ask her about it. This is beginning to look like a case of prescription drug addiction as well as the alcoholism."

As I went into the room, I noticed that her parents were there. Her dad was pissed and trying to hold it in. He called me over to the side again. "Look Liam, this shit is getting worse," he said. "Every fucking day, I have to leave work to deal with this. I'm not like you. I'm not a management type. I work with my hands and I punch a fucking clock. So if I'm here, I'm not getting paid. We're going to have to put her some place. Did you hear what she's claiming now?"

I shook my head. He looked at me. "She claims the stairs disappeared and then rematerialized. "

My eyes opened wide. "Son, that's why they do sobriety tests. Have you ever noticed how many people can't walk a straight line when they're baked? They claim the line moved and all kinds of other outlandish stuff."

"It's going to be okay," I said. "We'll get through this together."

"She's lucky to have you," he said. I just smiled.

I went over and stood by her bed. "I'm so sorry, Honey," she said. "I don't know why this is happening to me. My luck has been so good since I met you and now it's all gone to shit."

We sat around with her for a while and then the police came in. We all had to leave the room while they grilled her about where she got the drugs

I looked at my watch a couple of times and my father got the hint. "If you need to go to work or somewhere, her mom and I will be here for a while," he said. "I'll give you a call if anything happens. They've already taken care of her injuries, so if necessary, when the police get done with her we can take her home."




Community Property



"Thanks Dad," I said. I drove in to work and returned several phone calls that I had missed. There was one from Amanda that I waited until last to take care of. I called my lawyer before I called her and found out that the divorce papers were ready to be served. Everything was falling into place the way I wanted it to. The lady from the real estate company was certain that the house would sell before the week was up. She'd scheduled a couple of people to look at it this morning. Both of them had seen the outside the day before yesterday and were only waiting to see what the inside looks like before making an offer. I called Amanda after that.

I waited for the phone to be answered.

"Hello," said a very feminine sounding voice.

Forgive me mother for I have sinned," I said.

"Very funny, Liam, but I'm not a mother superior, I'm only a nun," said Amanda.

"Forgive me sister for I have sinned," I laughed.

"Liam, there's something I have to tell you, before I lose courage," she said. "Are we still going to have lunch today before I leave tomorrow?"

"Of course, to the lunch," I said. "But I had no idea you were leaving tomorrow."

"Well that's why I waited so long to have lunch with you," she said. "I'll see you later."

I looked over the papers on my desk to decide what I should start working on. My boss came in and found me going over the papers. "Liam, you're going to miss this little office after your promotion aren't you?" he asked.

"Not really sir," I said. "An office is just a place to work in. I can work anywhere."

"Hm..." he said. "That's a really interesting statement. Liam, there's something else I want you to consider. It means a lot of changes, but since you don't have any kids, maybe you and Julie might like to consider it. Our office in Chicago is undergoing some management changes. We really need someone like you there. Of course, you don't have to take it, but we'd really like to see you continue to move up the ladder. You have a great work ethic and that kind of thing tends to rub off on the people around you. The Chicago office needs some of that. If you were to consider it, we'd be able to offer you a substantial relocation bonus as well as the bump in salary."

He smiled and left my office. The smile on my face was far bigger than it had been. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. A new start in a new place seemed perfect to me. As soon as I could file the divorce papers and finish off my revenge, I'd be there. It was like a sign of some sort. A chance to start over with none of the baggage from the past to hold me down was a Godsend. As much as I loved our town, everyone knew everyone's business. So I'd been fairly certain that even when I was done with them, everyone in town would be asking me how I felt about Julie cheating on me with my best friends. Every woman I dated would be leery about dating me because they'd be fairly sure that I'd driven Julie crazy. There was no doubt in my mind that I'd be heading for Chicago and soon.

The phone ringing brought me back from my happy place. I picked up the phone and realized after hearing the dial tone that it had been my cell phone not the office phone.

My iPhone's screen showed my father's number.

"Liam, you might want to come back here. The police are threatening to re-arrest Julie," he said.

"I'm on my way," I said.

I wove through the streets until I got to the freeway and then I gave my pony her legs. In a matter of seconds I was doing nearly a hundred miles per hour and slicing past cars like they were standing still.

The exit I needed to take came up far too quickly and ended my fun. I drove the last two blocks at a more sedate pace and pulled into the hospital's parking lot.

Once I got to Julies room, the entire room was in an uproar. Everyone looked at me as I entered the room.

"Mr. Bennett, maybe you can talk some sense into your wife," said the detective who'd taken her original case. "We've found out that it's not just alcohol in her system. She has some unlicensed narcotics as well. Either she tells us who she got them from or we're going to charge her with that as well as the hit and run. She may never see daylight again at this rate."

"Officer," I began.

"Detective," he corrected.

"Whatever," I amended. "If you guys were so great at detecting shit, why didn't you find her and stop her when I first reported her missing. None of this would have happened. My wife is facing serious jail time and a bunch of other problems while we're arguing semantics over your fucking job description."

He stepped back. He could tell by the sound of my voice that I was pissed, but actually I was just acting again. My mom and dad were impressed by my supposed defense of their daughter. The cops knew thatI was serious. I was setting them all up for my next move.

"To me a detective is a guy who looks at patterns and solves crimes. Great detectives can sometimes prevent crimes. A detective isn't some fat assed donut eating slob who waits until the crime is over and tries to pressure sick women into confessing to things they're not guilty of. As a detective, I don't think you could find your foot in your fucking shoe."

"Calm down, Mr. Bennett," he said angrily. "I'm trying to do just what you said. I don't want to have to charge your wife with anything and I see that she needs help. She's been under the nearly lethal effects of a nasty combination of drugs. I just want to find out where she got the pills so I can keep them off the street so other people don't suffer the way your wife is, can you understand that? Your wife is not a drug dealer but if she won't tell me where she got the pills, I have to treat her as if she's a part of it because she's protecting the person or people who gave them to her."

"So if you find out where she got the pills you won't charge her with the drug charges?" I asked.

He nodded. "That isn't good enough," I said. "I want your word in writing and in front of all of these witnesses that if you find out where she got the pills you will not charge her."

"You have my word in front of the witnesses," he said angrily.

"Then leave my wife alone," I said. "I can tell you where she got the pills."

He looked at me strangely. "You gave them to her?" he asked.

"What a fucking detective," I spat. "Here take a look at this." I pulled out my iPhone and showed him the video I'd shot. I skipped past the sex scene and played the conversation where Jeff gave Julie the sleeping pills and told her to drug me so they could fuck her.

As the video ended the room was as quiet as a tomb. The sound of an ant farting would have reverberated through the room like thunder. Everyone looked at me with a mixture of shock, horror and sympathy.

I could tell that the cops were thinking I was crazy. I was some poor stupid bastard who apparently loved his wife so much that he was trying to help her even though several of his friends were fucking her behind his back.

Julie broke the silence first. "Liam, it isn't really true," she whined. "I do love you, I swear it. It might not have started out that way. Maybe at first I was just using you because I'd lost my way but..."

"Julie, how could you?" asked her mother.

"I can't believe I raised such a skank," said her father. "Let's go Honey, I'm not staying for any more of this shit."

"Mr. Bennett," said the detective quietly. "I'm going to need your phone. I also need for you to identify the people in the video especially the man who gave your wife the drugs."

"He's Dr. Jeffery Martin MD, my supposed lifelong best friend," I said. I handed him my iPhone. He nodded his head at me as Julie continued sobbing in the background. Suddenly I noticed that the room was nearly empty as if everyone just needed to get the fuck out of there. The nurses who'd been there had all left. Julie's parents were gone and even the detectives other than the man I'd spoken to had left the room, either to laugh at me or to find somewhere else to be.

"Mrs. Bennett there will be an officer stationed outside of your room for the next few hours. You are still out on bail for your other charges so even if you are released, don't leave town. My condolences Mr. Bennett," he said. It sounded as if he genuinely felt sorry for me.

When he left the room, only Julie and I were still there. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry Liam," she began. "How long have you known?"

"Not long," I lied. "Some voice over the phone that sounded like Scooby Doo, charged me two thousand dollars for that video."

"That bastard," she spat. "I paid him twenty thousand dollars not to show it to you."

"No wonder all of our money is gone," I said. "Julie, between bailing you out, your lawyer's fees, and the money we blew on videos of you fucking all of my friends, we have no money left in the bank. Our bank balance is about twelve dollars. I'll probably have to take out a loan on the house to pay your lawyer. You've ruined us."

"Liam, we're still young. We can save the money up all over again and I'll never do anything like this again," she said. "I give you my word I'll never drink again."

"Julie, you said one thing that was wrong," I said quietly.

"No I didn't," she said. "I know that I told you when I got out yesterday that I wouldn't drink anymore. But I couldn't just quit cold turkey. This time I really mean it Liam."

"I wasn't talking about the drinking," I said. "I meant the rest of it. I was willing to stand by you when I thought you were just a drunk. But I won't be married to a slut. I'm filing for divorce. "

"No Liam," she screamed. "You can't." All of the machines that were monitoring her vitals started showing that her levels of heart rate, oxygen usage and blood pressure were going through the roof. A nurse peeked in to see what was going on.

"Watch me," I said coldly.

"Liam, please give me a chance to explain all of this," she said.

"What chance did you ever give me?" I snapped. "Did you come to me before we got married and say Liam, I don't really love you and I'm fucking all of your friends? Did you say Liam, I want to marry you so you can support me and bust your ass providing for me so I don't have to work myself? I don't remember that conversation." She started crying, but it wasn't going to work. Her tears no longer had any effect on me. The heat of my rage simply burned away her tears the way a forest fire just burns and renders a spring shower useless.

"Did you ever say Liam, I've been fucking around on you since before we ever met and I've continued to do it throughout our time together and have no intention of giving it up so if you want to marry me you'll have to deal with it?"

"It's not like that," she cried.

"I'm only asking because if you did ask any of that shit, I don't remember it," I said coldly.

I started for the door. I didn't turn back to look at her even once. It was all I could do not to laugh as I left the room. Mentally, I chalked up another point against her and another against Jeff on the chalkboard in my mind. I wanted to put all of that away and concentrate on my lunch with Amanda. After that, I'd take care of my revenge against Greg and put all of this shit behind me before I moved to Chicago.

I got to Texas Roadhouse just before Amanda did. I had barely sat down when she came into the restaurant. Amanda didn't have huge tits like Jeff's wife Paula did, but there was just something about her. She wasn't the type of woman to draw attention to herself. But she was just beautiful. Even in the out of date and very severe attire that the nuns were allowed to wear when they were out of their habits, the eyes of most of the men in the room were drawn to her. And when she spotted me and smiled at me and it became obvious that her smile was just for me; most of the other men were jealous.

She sat down across from me and looked deeply into my eyes. Our waiter came over immediately. I couldn't believe the little bastard. He was carrying a tray of food that was meant for another table. I'd been sitting there for a few minutes and he'd completely ignored me but as soon as Amanda shows up, the asshole made a beeline for the table. I mentally reminded myself to drop a couple of dollars off of his tip, even though I'd probably have done the same thing if I was him.

As soon as he took our orders, Amanda was back staring into my eyes.

"Okay spill it," I said.

"Spill what?" she asked. "Can't I just be happy to see an old friend?"

"Mandy, even when I saw you at the park, and every time we've chatted on the phone since then I've had the impression that there was something you wanted to talk about," I said.

"Liam, you always could read me," she smiled.

"No Mandy, I couldn't," I smiled.

"Yes you could," she countered. "You always knew before anyone when I was happy about something or sad. And you always seemed to know just what to do about it. I've heard from most of my friends that men have heads like blocks of cement. Your wife is really lucky."

"Mandy, if I was half as intuitive as you're giving me credit for, I would have sensed that the girl I fell in love with was going to leave me for the church. I'd have known enough to know that you were going to take advantage of my virtue and I'd fall even further in love with you and then you'd break my heart when you left college for the convent," I said bitterly. The concern on her face appeared from nowhere.

One minute she was beaming and smiling at me and the next she knew what I'd gone through.

She raised one delicate hand to her mouth. "Oh, Liam, I never knew," she said. "Most of my life before I met you, I'd teetered back and forth between two dreams. On one hand I wanted to serve the Lord like my aunt did. On the other, I wanted to be a teacher and work with small children."

"I had lots of questions about things like love and sex and dating, but they just never seemed to fit into my plans. My plan included going to college for two years and getting my associates degree and completing college in the seminary. I did still have those questions about love and sex and wanted to experience it before I committed myself to the Lord. My Aunt told me not to worry about it, just to use protection and go for it. She told me that I was a pretty young woman and it wouldn't be hard to find a man who'd do the job. She also told me that men weren't like us. Most guys would just have sex with me and walk away, no strings attached."

"The problem, Liam, was me. I'm not the kind of girl to just go after some random guy that I had no feelings for. I had always liked you and we'd been very close. Most of the people who knew us thought that we were boyfriend and girlfriend. Liam, I did have really strong feelings for you so I thought that you'd be the perfect man to be the only one to ever..."

She looked at the horror written on my face. Maybe it was what I'd been through over the past couple of weeks but I was closer to slapping the shit out of my dream girl than I'd ever imagined I could be. I dropped back into my chair and waited for the lightning from above to strike me just for thinking about it.

"So..." I said once I got my temper under control. "There I was thinking that we were in love, when I was only a couple of pre-convent booty calls..."

"Amanda, I..."

"No Liam," she said.

"Amanda, I was devastated," I said. "And as far as just walking away after no strings attached sex...I was depressed for almost two years. I didn't date, I didn't even go out. I barely finished school. Even my grades slipped. I wanted strings Amanda. I wanted strings so fucking badly..." I slammed my fist down on the table.

"I'd have given anything to be tied to you," I hissed. I had to take a long sip of water after that.

"Liam, you don't understand," she said quietly.

This whole lunch was just going terrible wrong. "If one more fucking person tells me that I don't understand today..." I said draining my water and calling the waiter over.

He looked at me like I was crazy. "Bring me..." I began and then my brain took over. Getting drunk wouldn't help me but I did need something stronger than water. "Bring me a Dos Equis Amber," I said. He nodded and left quickly.

"Maybe this was a mistake," she said. As I looked at her two lines of moisture trailed down her perfect cheeks. Her normally angelic composure faded and she was no longer the perfect nun. She was no longer the beautiful unavailable stoic woman. She was just the girl I grew up with. She was just my friend Mandy again. And as I always had, I moved around the table and hugged her.

"Liam, I've messed everything up," she cried softly. "I really did love you back then. I just didn't know it. I was just a stupid little girl. I was like those boys who grow up thinking they want to be a race car driver all of their lives and then once they get behind the wheel of a car find out that they really can't drive that well. I finished college but I never, ever got you and what happened between us out of my mind. By the time I graduated and was supposed to take my position among the sisters I came back home to reflect before taking my vows. I didn't really come back to reflect, I came back to see if there was a chance for us. Maybe I just wanted to see you and see if what we had was only in my mind."

"You never did that," I snapped. "If you had..."

"Liam, when I got back here you'd just gotten married," she said. "I knew that it was a sign that things between us just weren't meant to be. I figured that you'd simply moved on as my Aunt said you would. I went back to the convent and into my career. I enjoyed teaching or I thought I did. But for the past few years, I've had to make some really ugly discoveries. I became a nun for all of the wrong reasons. I became a nun because I wanted to be like my Aunt. I love working with children but I really don't support a lot of the things going on inside of the church right now. Then recently I made the biggest discovery of all. I like working with children but I think that what I really want is my own."

I just looked at her with my mouth open.

"This is just going totally wrong," she said. "Maybe we should do this some other time. I guess I'm just having a crisis of faith. If I even have any faith. Maybe I never had any fucking faith in the first place..." Tears were running down her face quickly now. She suddenly just got up and left the restaurant.

And as usual with my luck the food arrived only a few minutes after she left.

The incredibly stupid waiter started setting hot plates of food onto the table while I cradled my head in my hands wondering what had just happened.

"Is this for me?" asked a soft voice with a southern accent. I raised my head and looked into the biggest titties in the state. It was Paula and she was cheating. No woman who is that well-endowed should be allowed to wear a blouse that low cut.

All of the blood that had been coursing through my brain throughout my extremely emotion charged conversation with Amanda drained into my nether regions.

"Why not," I said, letting my head drop back onto the table.

"Good let's eat and then let's go back to your house," she said.

"Why do we need to go to my house?" I asked.

"So you can start fucking me," she said angrily.

"What?" I asked in surprise.

"Liam, do you know where I've been for the past hour?" she asked between bites of Amanda's steak.

"I've been running back and forth between the jailhouse and the courthouse while my marriage has fallen into the outhouse. I got called down to the jail because while Jeff was running around trying to arrange to share office space with another doctor in the area, he was arrested. I thought that maybe he was speeding or something. He's been really pissed ever since the clinic burned down and we found out that we're going to be in debt basically forever. We have to pay off the mortgage on a building that no longer exists. We have to pay for a bunch of expensive medical equipment that no longer exists. And until we do that, none of the banks will even consider giving us a loan to rebuild the clinic or buy any new equipment."