0 comments/ 115467 views/ 31 favorites Consequences - Jackie By: thecelt This is another in the Consequences series. Jackie has it all; a home, cars, jewelry, clothes and anything else she desires, but is it enough? Edited by LadyCibelle with my thanks. * "I don't know; I guess I'm just so darned bored that I could scream!" I looked at my sister as I let go with my frustration. It was the truth! I was bored! I was as bored as I had ever been and I had no idea what to do about it. "How can you be bored? You've got that huge swimming pool back there, a Jacuzzi right beside it, a convertible that most men would give their right arm for, a home that looks like it came right out of the pages of House Beautiful, and a husband that buys it all just for you. How in hell can you be bored?" That was my sister, Evelyn. She was older than me by two years, although most people thought we were twins. We both had the same long black hair, the same deep green eyes, the high cheekbones and small, up-tilted nose. I know our bodies were pretty good based on the looks we got from every man who watched us and if my husband Joe was to be believed, we could have been models. All I know is that he loved my tits and my ass and everything else in between. Or so he said. We were talking about Joe Powers, my husband of twelve years. I always thought Joe and I were two of a kind: both greedy for all the good things money could buy and never satisfied. We decided when we got married that we wouldn't have kids. Kids would just slow us down and cost us more time and money than we were willing to give up. Selfish? You bet! But there were times when I wondered. Joe didn't seem as pleased with most of those things as I did. He didn't seem to care much if truth be told and rarely used the pool or the grill or much of anything else. I just dismissed that as Joe being Joe. "Yeah, I know but I get tired of being alone, you know? Joe is always working, leaving early in the morning and getting home late in the evening. Too many hours away from me. So, I have all this stuff but I don't have anyone to share it with. Just you. No offense, but I can't make love to you." "Why not? Since when am I not good enough for you?" She laughed, knowing that neither of us wanted any part of lesbian love. We never had the urge and I wasn't about to start now. I decided to give her an answer guaranteed to piss her off. "Since your husband divorced your cheating ass. So you have nothing to say to me that I would believe. Apparently Will wasn't enough for you either." Evelyn had an affair that had been going on for over six months when her husband Will Gamble came home early one day and caught her and her lover in bed. It was a terrible thing, Will taking a baseball bat to the guy who fell down the stairs trying to get away. When Will caught up with him, he swung the bat, hitting the guy in the back and damaging his kidney. The guy was hospitalized, battling to keep the kidney while Will was arrested for assault. When the police investigated, Evelyn had to admit that she invited the guy into her bed so that he had every right to be there. Since Will gave him no chance to leave peacefully, he was charged with aggravated assault. The prosecutor didn't care much for what Evelyn did to him so he offered Will a deal. The upshot was that Will pleaded guilty and was sentenced to six months in jail with five months suspended and time served. Will served two weeks in county lockup and was then released on two years probation. Following Will's arrest, Evelyn did all she could do to get Will released and put up the home they shared and all her jewelry as collateral for the bond but Will refused it all. When he was released, he moved in with a male friend of his and filed for divorce. Evelyn did all she could to get Will to forgive her but he would have none of it. He told her once when she got him to stop at our house that if it had been a mistake, a slip, a one-time thing, he would have been able to accept it. But not an affair that lasted six months. Evelyn tried to explain herself but Will wouldn't listen. That was the end of their marriage. Evelyn was still angry with herself and, at my comment, began to tear up. "Shut up Jackie! You just shut up about that! You don't know anything about it! And someday he'll forgive me and take me back. I know it! And, anyway, this isn't about me. It's about you and your stupidity. "Look at what you have! You have it all girl. Joe works as hard as he does to give you all the things you ask for. And admit it! You are the one that wanted the pool, the Jacuzzi, the furniture, the decorator, that damned car, all of it! He never wanted any of those things, but you did. So, what do you expect him to do? Go to prison by stealing things or work as hard as he does to pay for them?" I knew she was right. Damn it, I did demand those things. I guess it was a catch 22 thing. I wanted things; Joe had to work to get them; and then I bitched because he wasn't home with me to enjoy them. But Joe understood that, didn't he? It all made my head hurt when I tried to work it out. But whatever, I missed Joe and I was bored. "So, what do I do to get away from being bored? Tell me sister dear; what do you do now that you are single and alone?" Her divorce was finalized just a month ago and she was now Evelyn Chambers again. Will made her give up her married name of Gamble. "I know of a few places where I go to get my pipes cleaned. Just good clean fun with some gentlemen who know how to keep their mouths shut and their eyes closed. No commitments, no requirements and nothing but fun." She wiggled her eyebrows and grinned. "So, you are getting laid aren't you? I thought you looked relaxed a few times when you came over. I bet those were the days after you got screwed weren't they?" Damn! I knew it! "So what? I'm single and I have needs. I just find a guy who looks hot and who shows some interest. That's all it is. Just a quick fuck and then he goes away. That's how I want it. No names and no promises." She seemed to be telling me the truth. Evelyn was really waiting for Will to come back so she didn't want anything permanent to interfere. I wasn't going to burst her bubble about Will. I did know he was already seeing someone else but I didn't tell Evelyn. No need to hurt her. "OK sis, it's fine with me. But I'm still bored. Why don't I come with you some night? Get my own pipes cleaned?" I was only kidding but for some reason, Evelyn took me seriously. She looked at me for the longest time before answering. "Well, if you were interested, I know a couple of guys that could keep their mouths shut and who would show you a nice time. They like the married ones: no chance that they'll talk. I think they're both married themselves so they want to keep it on the QT." "Shit sis, I was just jerking your chain! I wouldn't cheat on Joe! For God's sakes Eve, how could you think that I could do something like that?" "Well I guess I misunderstood you then. Sounded like you were bored with things the way they are but you don't want to give up the good life and move on. So, it seems to me that the best thing to do is combine all the good things and do away with the bad. Good things like getting laid on the side and doing away with your boredom. Bad things like sitting alone here amongst all these goodies without getting your pipes reamed out. Except by Joe on those rare occasions when he isn't too busy making more money to buy you some more goodies." She leaned back against the cushions and stretched out one well tanned leg as she smiled at me. It was the same smile she used when she knew she had me cold. Did she? I wondered. "Yeah, well, I don't know. I don't want to fuck up what I have, that's for sure; but it is true that Joe hasn't had the time or the willingness lately to take care of my business." "So, what do you say? Want to come with me tonight? Joe is gone for the next three days isn't he? Now is the time sis. Now is the time." I considered that while I sipped on a cold beer. Evelyn went for a dip while I sat back and considered my options. It was true that I was bored but I loved my husband and would never consider cheating on him. But I was bored. So, what if I went with Evelyn one evening, just to have a few drinks, some good company and maybe some dancing. Nothing more than that. If she wanted to go out and get laid then I would just drive myself home. Better to take my car then. As Evelyn dried off, I made up my mind. I would go out with her but keep to my principles. Just some conversation, some flirting, a few drinks and dances and then home. No harm, no foul. "OK sis. I'm going with you tonight. But, I drive and if you want to bed some guy, no problem. I'll just have a few drinks, some dancing and conversation and then home. Alone!" "Great! The Chambers sisters out on the town again, just like it used to be. We can have some fun and maybe meet a couple of nice guys who just want some company. Nothing kinky or nasty." Evelyn headed for home to change and get ready. I called Joe around quarter to eight that evening to tell him I was going out with Evelyn to see a show. Why I lied to him was simple: nothing to explain. A show was harmless, but if I told him I was going to a bar with my sister, he would have a fit. He knew Evelyn and while he liked her, he didn't trust her to keep me honest. He knew her pretty well. So I decided to lie. It made me uncomfortable but I knew it would be kinder to him so that he wouldn't have to worry. I picked her up at eight and we headed over to the Nightshade, an upscale bar and grill. It had a nice dance floor, a good crowd most nights and Eve knew the bartender and said he was a nice guy. Whatever, it sounded safe and maybe could turn into a pleasant evening. We walked into the bar at just after eight thirty. It was already crowded and the crowd seemed to be well on their way to happy. Eve and I found a table and took our places. After a waitress took our order, Evelyn began to look around. She waved a few times, smiled once or twice apparently recognizing some people. We spent an hour dancing with a few of the guys who asked, had another drink or two from complimentary orders from admirers and in general, just looked around. It was sort of fun to be in the 'hunt' again, just like old times with my sister before we both got married. Evelyn went back to it after her separation and divorce while I hadn't been out with just her for years. I was feeling good but Evelyn was getting restless. She sat looking around again and finally tapped me on the arm. "OK sis. We got a couple of possibles and one very likely. I like one of the possibles for myself and I know you'd like the very likely. What do you say: should I invite them over for a drink or two?" Evelyn was already randy and looking for satisfaction. "Go for it sis. I'll keep the other occupied when you get ready to make your break. Have fun when you do." I giggled, surprising myself. I hadn't giggled in years. I decided then that I had best cut back on the booze if I was going to drive myself home. Evelyn left and returned with two good looking guys following close behind. She sat in her seat and waved them to the two remaining chairs. I watched both as they sat. I looked at Eve and she blinked once then smiled. "This is my sister Jackie, fellas. Jackie, this one here is Jake and the other is Walt. Jackie's my twin. We're like two peas in a pod. We share everything. Jackie, Walt is very interested in getting to know you. Jake already knows me so I'm all he gets." Since we weren't twins, I knew Evelyn was giving me the sign she was going to go home with Jake. Walt was mine for the rest of the evening. I nodded at him and then gave Evelyn the nod that told her I was OK with her plans. She nodded back and we began to talk, just shooting the breeze. Jake asked Eve to dance and Walt followed, asking me. That was why I was there so I followed him onto the dance floor and found him to be an excellent dancer. We danced a few fast dances and then a couple of slow ones, Walt holding me close and up tight. I felt his excitement and I enjoyed the teasing, but that was all it was going to be. I was enjoying myself, thinking of nothing except the fun I was having until Evelyn excused herself to go to the little girl's room. Right on cue, Jake stood up two minutes later and excused himself to go to the men's restroom. I watched him go with a smile, knowing we wouldn't see either of them again this night. I turned back to Walt and while we talked about nothing particular, I checked him out. He was a good looking guy: tall, well over six feet, dark hair, deep green eyes, a sharp jaw with a cute dimple, well built as I knew from dancing with him and smooth as silk on his feet. He was intelligent, as I gathered from talking with him and he was interested in me, that much I also knew from dancing with him. I found myself looking more and more at his lips as he talked. His lips looked quite inviting and I found myself licking mine. The thought of his mouth pressed against mine was making me wet. I looked up to find his eyes fastened to my breasts and without warning, I started to giggle again. Walt was smiling as I giggled and he seemed to understand what I was giggling about. He took my hand and said "Why don't we have another drink and just relax? I'll get us something. OK with you?" I nodded happily and watched him walk toward the bar, noticing that he had a nice behind. I admired his tight ass as he stood at the bar waiting for our drinks. I thought briefly that I had already had too much to drink, but Walt was being a gentleman and I was having fun, so what the heck. Walt and I had a few more drinks and danced several more slow dances when he finally looked at his watch and asked me if I wanted to go. I tried to focus on my own watch but finally gave up and just nodded affirmatively. He stood, reached down to pull me to my feet and helped me toward the door. I found that walking was more difficult than I remembered but with his help, I made it outside. He pointed toward the side and I followed him, walking with his help. If he had let me go, I would have collapsed right there, but his strong arms around me were comforting and I enjoyed the feeling of his strength, Walt led me toward the back of the lot, away from my own car. I wondered at that, but then told myself I was too drunk to drive. Walt was taking care of me. That was very nice. He opened the door of a sedan and helped me into the back seat, making sure my head was clear. I slid in, and Walt followed. I sat there, wondering what I should do when Walt's arms slid around me and pulled me tight against him. It felt good to be held that way. I lifted my face up to tell him thanks when he pressed those luscious lips of his against my own. I kissed him back, the whole evening's anticipation satisfied. He was a great kisser and I tried to kiss him back with the same passion. I was just beginning to get into it when his tongue slipped between my lips and explored the inside of my mouth. Well, I could do that as well, so I did. I heard a moan from Walt, telling me he was enjoying me. That made me happy. When he slipped one hand inside my blouse and cupped my breast, I moaned. It felt good to have his strong hand on my breast. It seemed right somehow. Thanks for being my protector? Yeah, that was it. I began to enjoy the feeling of his fingers on my nipple and when he gently squeezed it, the slight pain felt wonderful. I pressed tighter against him to let him know it was good. Before I realized what he was doing, he had my blouse open all the way and my skirt unzipped. When he pulled my skirt down my hips, my butt lifted of its own accord to make it easier for him. Somehow, I was being undressed by this man and I didn't even care. There was no guilt, no worry, no recriminations. This was right. This was my protector and nothing he did was wrong. No, he was perfect and he wanted me. How could I say no to that? As I thought these things, I was quickly stripped of my panties and my bra. I was completely naked in this man's car but it was OK since he was quickly following suit. I watched in fascination as the muscles rippled in his well developed chest as he removed his own clothing. I was thrilled by the feel of his skin, hot and slightly moist with perspiration as he pulled me tight against him again. This was where I wanted to be and where I belonged. I put my arms around the back of his head and pulled that wonderful mouth toward mine. As we kissed, his hands were roaming over my body and leaving a trail of tingling behind. When one hand slipped between my legs, I opened for him, groaning when one finger slipped inside me. I held on tight as he began to push into me, pulling back and repeating the action. When his thumb moved over my clit, I lost all thought and reason, wanting only to be used by this protector. One finger was replaced with two, his hand becoming a blur as he plunged in and out. I was raising my hips up to meet his hand and gasping in ecstasy as he brought me to a shattering climax. I moaned into his mouth as I crested, then slowly came back down to earth. He continued to kiss me, his tongue probing and exploring as I relaxed my tense muscles. That had been an amazing experience and I was satisfied now, more than I had been in some time. As I thought this, he pulled his wonderful mouth away and lowered me back against the seat. I was perfectly comfortable, one leg up on the back of the seat and one on the floor. Walt moved between my open legs and dropped slowly down toward me, his elbows resting on the seat, my head in between. As his lips lowered toward mine again, I felt his manhood slip into my opening. This was the moment that changed my whole life. Up till now, what I did was just some schoolgirl petting, his hands the only thing inside me. I had not been unfaithful except in a minor way. This was the moment I could have said "NO!" and kept everything the same as it had been. This was the moment I should have told Walt that I enjoyed him but couldn't do this with him. This was the moment: I let it pass as I said "Do it! Fuck me!" Walt lowered himself down further, penetrating me completely. I felt him fill me up, more than Joe ever had. He was so much larger than my Joe, I felt things I had never experienced before. The feeling of fullness was wonderful! I felt him move inside me, touching parts of my vagina that had felt only a finger before this, my own muscles gripping and holding his manhood. As I felt him enter me fully, my head went back and my mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure. I wanted to sob in agony when he pulled back but that was quickly smothered as he slammed back inside me. That was pure joy: nothing else could describe it. The next few minutes went by in pure bliss, my mind not thinking, or understanding or processing anything rationally. It was pure, driving sex, his body slamming into mine as he pounded into me over and over! I was gripping him as tight as I could, the pleasure driving me to heights I had never reached before this. I was mumbling incoherently as his cock drove all thought from my mind. Pounding, driving, slamming into me! I was being royally fucked and I was almost mad from the pleasure. As I orgasmed for the third time, my brain, soaked in alcohol for most of the evening began to function. My body had been burning all that alcohol in the heat of wild sex and it was rapidly metabolizing the rest. As the alcohol attached to the red blood cells was steadily replaced by oxygen, my mind began to recognize what I was doing and where I was. I knew that I was in the backseat of a car, being fucked by someone who was not my husband. Now that I could think, my brain put that together with the fact that I was married to Joe and the result was sudden guilt. I felt the pain of realization just as Walt gave a huge groan, stiffened his body, and the cock that was still inside me pumped his cum into me. His climax was so intense that I made no impact on him as I tried to push him up and off of me. He remained in that position for the next two minutes as he came down from his own high. Consequences - Jackie "Get off me! Get the hell off me!" I was pushing against his chest as it heaved, gasping for breath. I used my fists to pound against that wall of flesh until it began to respond. As I drove my fist into the soft part just below his breastbone, he noticed and moved rapidly back and away from the irritation. "What the hell are you doing? What's wrong with you? Jeez, you'd think I was raping you or something. What's the deal?" He was sitting back, one hand still resting on my thigh and the other rubbing himself. I looked at him, noticed the wild hair and the red, swollen lips and wondered why I thought he was so good looking before. Of course, I probably looked just as bad. "Just get off me. This was a mistake; a damned stupid mistake. I didn't want to do this. It was the damned booze that made me come out here. Damn you anyway for taking advantage of me." I wasn't actually angry at him, but I was angry enough at myself to use him for a pounding board. The smug bastard was looking at my nakedness and I could see he was not listening to me. I struggled and twisted until he finally moved off me and before he could say or do anything, I grabbed for my clothes and began dressing. I kept my face averted from him in embarrassment as I finished. I put on my shoes, my nylons still on my legs, and found my purse. I checked to be sure I had everything, then without a word, slid away from him and opened the other door and scooted out. I slammed the door shut, looked around and spotted my own car, half way across the lot. I walked quickly, almost running in my panicked haste, toward it followed by his calls from the car I had just left. I ignored him and made it to my car. I found my keys, started the powerful motor and drove away as fast as I could. At home I walked directly to my bedroom, stripped everything off and threw it in the hamper. I looked at myself in the full length mirror and marveled that I looked no different than I had earlier in the evening. But I was different. I was a cheater, a betrayer of my husband's love and trust, a tramp that picked up a man in the bar and fucked him in the backseat of his car. With that thought, I stumbled into the shower and turned the water on as hot as I could stand and washed away all traces of my lover. I washed again and again until my skin turned red and angry. I finally stopped, knowing that no amount of soap and water would wash away what I had done. I fell into bed, naked and ashamed. I began to cry, my tears squeezing out between my closed lids. As I felt the pain of my betrayal inside me, I let it overwhelm me until I must have passed out. During the long night however, a strange thing happened: I relived the experience over and over and instead of making me sick as it did at first, I felt a small tingle of pleasure. How could this be? The next thing I knew, I was laying on my bed, on my back, naked and cold. I sat up to see bright light coming in the window. A quick glance over at the clock showed it to be after seven in the morning. I rose, went into the shower and let the hot water flow over my shoulders to ease the pain from the tension. It did help a little and I dressed in sweats and tennis shoes, feeling less than attractive this morning. After a hot cup of coffee and a cigarette, one of the two a day I allowed myself, I let my mind go back over what I had done. It was interesting that this time, the shame and the guilt were much more subdued than last night. As a matter of fact, I had a small climax as I remembered the pounding I enjoyed in the back seat of that car. As I considered what I did, it came to me that I did actually enjoy the entire thing and it was only when I sobered up that I reacted so strongly. After all, why had I gone there? Just to enjoy some conversation? I thought not. I did exactly what I knew could happen and if I was honest with myself, I enjoyed it. Guilt was there, of course, but not to the extent that it was before. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was not as bad as I had thought. Guilt was because I had cheated on Joe. Yes, that was true, but it was not as bad as if he knew about it. He didn't! He wouldn't! It was almost lunch before Evelyn showed up. She looked relaxed and pleased with herself, the same expression I noticed on my own face when I looked at myself earlier. Evelyn noticed it almost immediately and, of course, couldn't keep her mouth shut. "Good Lord Jackie. You got laid didn't you! I can see it in your face. Damn it all, how did it happen? Was it Walt? Of course, it was Walt. God, he was a real hunk wasn't he? Did he curl your toes? Was it good? Tell me!" I laughed and told her the whole story, right up till the morning when I decided that it was not all bad and that Joe would never be hurt by it because he would never find out about it. It was a one time thing, it was over, and it was best forgotten. Evelyn listened to my story and asked a few embarrassing questions which I refused to answer then laughed out loud. "I told you! Didn't I tell you? Don't you feel better now? Be honest sis. Wasn't it better than when you make love with Joe? You and he make love, but Walt fucked your brains out. You know the difference and you liked it." "OK, yes, I liked it. But it was just the once. No more. I went with you, I knew what could happen and it did but it's over. Joe won't know about it and it won't happen again. I have some good memories but that's all." Evelyn tried to talk me out of that but she didn't succeed. We went out to the Jacuzzi and went in topless as we usually did. We spent an hour in the hot water then went into the pool for a cooling swim. She left before four and I made the first of my calls to Joe. I always called him at four, even if he was traveling, and he expected it. He never failed to answer and this time was no exception. We talked for ten minutes and he promised to call again that evening. I intended on being home so we left the time open. The next two days passed and Joe came home from his trip. The first few hours were tense as I somehow expected he would see my betrayal in my eyes, but nothing like that happened. Joe rattled on about his trip, the people he saw and the business he gained. Joe was the top salesman for Adiadas Electronics, a firm specializing in miniaturization of existing equipment and the jobs he took on were normally in highly sensitive operations. He tried to keep me interested but when he couldn't tell me much, it was very hard to do. I listened, not out of interest but because he was my Joe. If it was important to him, it was important to me. Joe called one afternoon a week later to tell me he had to attend a meeting in Tuscaloosa, about seventy miles away from Birmingham where we lived. He said he was going on the company helicopter and would probably stay there overnight. Since he kept a bag already packed in his office for times like this, he wouldn't need to stop at home. I was not happy about this as I had been working like crazy to make up for my evening in Walt's car. Joe seemed to be suspicious of my attentions but I made it so pleasant for him that he finally gave up and enjoyed it. We had made love four times since that awful night and Joe was a happy man. I planned to keep it that way. Joe was going to be gone and I was sitting on the back deck with a cold beer when Evelyn came over. Since she lived only a few miles away, she was always here during the afternoon when Joe was at work. She grabbed her own beer and joined me. "Why so sad sis? Joe not doing it for you?" Evelyn was grinning as she said this, knowing I was working him over as often as I could get him up for it. She knew I was very happy with the way things were working out. "Joe had been making me very happy lately. You know that. What's bugging me is that he has to stay overnight in Tuscaloosa. Just when we were getting our rhythm back." I took a drink of my beer, looking over the Jacuzzi and the pool and the built-in grill that made our back yard a scene right out of House Beautiful. What good was it without someone to share it? Evelyn didn't count. "I know sis and it's too bad. Why don't we plan to go out again tonight? Joe's gone, you're bored and we know how to solve that problem don't we?" Evelyn looked serious and that made me angry. "You know I'm not going to do that again! I told you, it was a mistake! Damn you, are you trying to break up my marriage like you did yours?" "Shut up! Just shut up! We're talking about you! Not me! I'm not the one that's bored. I'm not the one that's so unhappy with all she's got! I know what I want and I go get it. You know what you want, but those things are so damned important that you ignore your own feelings and sit back and mope about it. Make up your mind: do you want these damned things around you, or do you want to have fun?" "Go to hell! Leave me alone. I don't know what I want and you're not helping me. Just go!" I was angry. I decided to go inside and lock the door, leaving Evelyn there. All she wanted to do was push me into doing the same thing she did. She was jealous, that's all. She wanted me to fall just as she did. Well, the hell with her! When I checked later, she was gone. I opened the door, walked out onto the deck to look around. She was gone and I was alone again. I hated that, and I missed Evelyn. When Joe was gone, she was my only friend. All my other women friends were either at work, with their children or doing things that moms do. I saw them on weekends or at parties, rarely privately. We were not friends in that way; we were acquaintances. There was a big difference. As dusk deepened into dark, I was sitting outside on the deck when Evelyn walked around the side of the house. She stopped and looked at me, waiting for my reaction, but I just smiled and waved her up. She came up the steps, grinned at me and I did the same. "Are we OK sis? Are you over your mad?" she asked. "We're fine. You know that. Anyway, part of what you said was true. I don't know what I want most of the time. These things are just a way of trying to satisfy my need for Joe to be here more often. Seems like a catch 22 situation for sure." I was only sure of one thing: that I was confused. "Well sis, I have a surprise for you. Wait here." I stood up and watched her go inside. Evelyn walked back through the house, disappearing out the front door. As I wondered what she was up to, she came back around the outside of the house minutes later followed by Walt and Jake, the two men from the bar two weeks ago. When I saw Walt standing there, smiling at me, I wanted to yell and scream at all of them to just go; get out of the house. I knew that's what I should have done but instead, I said nothing as feelings I had suppressed came flooding back. The passion, the sensation, the wild sexual abandon I felt that night rose up and almost overwhelmed me before I sat back down. I was torn; wanting them to go but at the same time, wanting Walt to stay. "Hi there Jackie. Remember me?" Walt was grinning, looking me over as I sat there looking back at him. Did I remember? Of course I remembered: the sex, the sex, the sex! Without thinking, I glanced down at his crotch to see a bulge already forming. I licked my lips unconsciously as I tore my eyes away to see Evelyn already wrapping herself against Jake, oblivious of Walt and me. I stood and walked off the deck and down the steps, making my way to the pool. I stopped by the Jacuzzi which fed hot water into the pool via a small overflow and sat down on the edge, my feet in the warm water. Walt followed me and sat down next to me. My heart was pounding while at the same time, my mind was screaming at me to stop this right now! Stop it before it got out of control. But my body and my mind were at odds with each other and my body was reacting to Walt's presence. When he put an arm around me, I moved toward him without resistance. I glanced back toward the deck and saw that Evelyn had turned off the kitchen lights, leaving the deck lit only with the outdoor lights. She was already on her knees in front of Jake, and there was no question what she was doing as Jake's hands were holding her head. I looked back at Walt to see a smile on his face. "Are you OK with this? I didn't think it was right to come here but Evelyn insisted. She can be pretty persuasive as you probably know." "I, ah, I don't. . . . . . I'm so damned confused right now. I liked what we did that night even if I didn't act like it, but I'm married and I love my husband. But he's always gone, never here when I need him. I don't mean to give you mixed signals but it's really confusing. You know?" I wasn't making much sense since I was totally screwed up in my head. I wanted Walt to do to me again what he did the last time, but I knew that it was wrong for me to want that. Joe was my husband and I loved him. He made love to me and I treasured that time with him. But I needed him now and he wasn't here again. He was never here when I needed him. As my mind strived to rationalize what I already knew I was going to do, Walt took charge. He stood up, removed his pants and shirt and dove into the pool. He surfaced, swam over to the edge where I sat and told me to come in as well. I looked at him, grinned, then stripped off my top and shorts. I slid into the water, directly into his arms. He held me tight as I reached back to unsnap my bra. I threw it up to the side of the pool and then reached down between us to feel his arousal. I laughed with abandon as I gave myself over to my lust. This was lust, nothing more and nothing less. I wanted Walt to fuck me senseless, to take me away from all my confusion and uncertainty. Joe wasn't here but Walt was and I would use him to satisfy my lust while I kept my love for Joe. Walt used his hands to explore my body while I left myself open to him. His hands cupped my breasts; his fingers pinched and rolled my nipples until they were so hard they ached; his hands cupped my mound and then his fingers pushed up inside me, causing my blood to pound and my hips to push against his hand. When I could stand no more, Walt pulled himself out of the water, reached down to grab my hand and pulled me in one swift motion, up and out of the pool. As I stood there dripping, my body so hot with desire that the water was steaming off my shoulders, he took some cushions off the lounge chairs near the pool and threw them onto the concrete. He took my hand and led me to them. He lay down on his back and reached up to beckon me down. I saw what he wanted and I stepped over his prone body, my legs straddling his hips. I slowly lowered myself down onto my knees, directly over his erect cock, which he held pointing straight up. I felt it slide along my fold until it was in position. At that point, I sat down, taking him all at once. The pleasure was so intense, my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth flew open. The feeling was wonderful and I refused to move as I enjoyed the feeling of fullness, a fullness I couldn't get from Joe. As Walt's impatience grew, I finally began to bounce up and down on his stiff cock, my hands running over my own breasts. I was feeling it all, the hot rod of flesh inside me, the feeling of his strong hands gripping my hips, adding force to my downward motion, the blood pounding in my head and the shear pleasure of flesh on flesh. I was lost in a red haze of lust as I felt my first orgasm building inside me. I let it come, holding back nothing. I opened my mouth in a soundless scream of pleasure as the first of what I hoped were many orgasms took me over. Walt continued to pull me down, push me up, and thrust with his own lust, his climax not yet ready. We continued this way for minutes more, pounding, thrusting, until we both came with a loud scream of intense pleasure. I fell forward onto his chest, his arms coming up to surround me. We lay together like that for several minutes, Walt still inside me. My breathing slowed to normal and my pulse stopped pounding in my chest. I felt so peaceful, wrapped in Walt's strong arms. ************************************************************************ The man standing inside the kitchen looking out over the deck and the pool moved back away from the large picture window. Since the lights were out in the kitchen, but lit over the deck and pool, he had an unobstructed view of both couples as they writhed together in their pleasure. Even if they had glanced in his direction, they would not have seen him standing there. He had watched for almost fifteen minutes without either couple noticing him. He knew the two women, one his wife, the other his sister. He felt a wave of sadness come over him as he stifled a sob. Rather than confront them at this time, he moved slowly back through the house and out the front door to his car. He drove away, heading to one of the nameless motels near the interstate. He had driven home in haste, wanting to surprise his wife when his trip to Tuscaloosa had been cancelled. Instead, his boss had given him two tickets to the theater, and to a play that Jackie had planned on seeing at the first opportunity. He had thought to surprise her, but instead had been surprised. I spent the next two hours with Walt, experiencing all that he had to give me, returning as much pleasure as I got. Evelyn and Jake were quiet now, probably falling asleep on the deck. For my part, I was sated and ready to go to bed, alone. I said as much to Walt, who smiled, touched my face gently and agreed. Together we walked up to the deck, woke the two sleeping people and went into the kitchen. Evelyn and Jake came inside and joined us as they all said goodnight. I followed them to the front door, kissed Walt once more and watched as they got into Jake's car and left. To my surprise, Joe didn't call that evening. I expected him to, since he always called before he went to sleep. He always said that he couldn't sleep well without talking to me. Actually, I felt the same way. So it was difficult for me to get to sleep that night. I tried calling him on his cell but it went straight to voice mail. I tried to come up with some reason for that but drew a blank. I finally fell asleep thinking about my time with Walt and with Joe, the two blending into one where I felt satisfied and loved. But that wasn't reality. Joe loved me; Walt fucked me. The next day at four, Joe didn't call. Now I was really starting to worry. He always called at four! No exceptions, no excuses! Always at four! I called his cell, and cursed as it went to voice mail. I called his secretary, who informed me that Joe was not taking any calls. When I asked her where he was, she told me he was in his office. In his office? How could that be? He was supposed to be in Tuscaloosa, not here in Birmingham. When I insisted she tell him I was on the phone, she asked me to hold. As I did, fuming at her ignorance, she came back on to tell me he refused to talk to me. When I called her a name, she hung up. I called back immediately but she must have known it was me and didn't answer. I stood there by the oval mahogany table in my designer kitchen, tapping my fingers on the Italian marble countertops and staring at the stainless steel appliances surrounding me. I went to the double wide stainless steel doors of the professional grade refrigerator and got a beer. Imported of course. I never drank domestic beer. As I popped the top, I felt a chill run down my back. Could Joe have found out about Walt? Could he know that I had been unfaithful? Of course not. He never said anything before yesterday and he was in Tuscaloosa yesterday evening while I was with Walt. No one saw me. No one could have known. My backyard was private, not visible to anyone except from the house. And I didn't even know Walt's last name, let alone where he lived. Joe couldn't know anything about that. So, what was wrong? Why hadn't Joe called? I was going crazy. Consequences - Jackie I decided to take the Jag and drive down to Joe's office. I was going to go up there and demand to see him. He would have to talk to me then. I wasn't going to let this go. Something was wrong and I was going to find out what it was. Damned if some little tart of a secretary was going to stop me! She had better stay out of my way! Forty five minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot of Adiadas Electronics, got out of my car and walked straight into the lobby. I walked up to the receptionist and demanded to talk to Joe Powers. She looked at me like I was something unpleasant and spoke into her mouthpiece. She listened, nodded to herself and asked me politely to wait. Someone would be down very soon. I didn't like it, but I had no choice: there was no way into the building except through locked doors or a swipe card. I had no card. Good to her word, a man came out of one of the doors, looked around and spotted me standing there, my arms crossed and my foot tapping. He walked over to me, stuck out a hand and introduced himself as Steve Wade. I ignored his hand and immediately asked him where Joe was. "I'm his wife and I demand to know where he is and why I can't talk to him. He always calls me at four and before he goes to bed. He didn't call yesterday at all and he didn't call today. I know something's wrong and I want answers!" "I'm sorry Mrs. Powers. Mr. Powers is in his office but he instructed me to tell you he has no desire to talk to you or to see you. I'm Security so I'm asking you to leave right away. Otherwise, I'll have to call the police. Please don't make me do that." I was stunned! He wouldn't see me or talk to me! I was to leave right away! What the hell was going on? Why wouldn't he at least talk to me? What was happening? I wasn't even aware when the man turned me toward the door and with a small push to my back, made me leave the lobby. When I finally realized where I was, I was standing outside the door, which was now locked. I must have sat in the parking lot for an hour or more, just tying to make sense of what had happened. I had little choice but to think that Joe had found out about Walt somehow. If that was the case, I had to talk to him, make him listen to me. Walt was a mistake; he was no one! Joe was always gone and I missed him like crazy. I loved him and I needed him and he had to forgive me! He had to see that! He had to! I decided to pull out of the lot but not go far. I would wait until I saw him leave the lot and then I would follow him. I could find out where he was staying and make him talk to me. It was after seven when I saw his car. I started my own and waited until he pulled out into traffic and then I followed. I stayed back, watching his car as it wended its way through the traffic heading for I-459, the beltway. I had no idea where he was going so I kept him in sight. He finally exited onto I-65 heading south. I followed him to another exit and then to a single lane road. He finally pulled off and into the parking lot of what seemed to be a rather nice apartment building. He got out of his car, walked into the lobby, allowing me time to get out and run up to the window of the lobby. I watched as he opened a mailbox and then walked to the elevator. I waited until the elevator doors closed than went in and looked at the box. It was for apartment 3B. I considered what to do next then decided to go up now. What did I have to lose? I walked up the three flights and entered the hallway of the third floor. I went over to 3B and stood there, frightened now that I was actually there. I swallowed my fear, knocked on the door and stood there, my chin up and my courage failing me. I waited. It was almost two minutes, the longest minutes of my life, before he opened the door. I knew that he knew it was me and he kept me waiting but I wasn't going to leave. He would have to force me out of the building. He just looked at me, then stepped aside, letting me enter. I walked past him into the room, looking around with some interest. This was where he chose to be, rather than come home to me. "Well Jackie, what is it that you want from me? It would seem you have all you want now. A house, a car, all the clothes and shoes you could ever wear, the pool, the Jacuzzi and now, a lover. What more could you possibly ask for?" There was a coldness in his voice I had never heard. Was it too late? How much did he know? If he just knew about the one time, I had a chance. At least I hoped so. I had to try. "I don't have a lover. I want you, not anyone else. I love you Joe; you must know that. I love you but sometimes I get so lonely for you. I don't know what you think, but I made a mistake. Just the one time. I'm sorry and it'll never happen again. You have to know that. You have to forgive me Joe! You have to!" Now I broke down and cried. I had been holding onto it for what seemed like days but was only a few hours. I cried because for the first time I felt the possibility of my world crashing down around me: not the things I was surrounded with but that I could lose the only man I had ever loved. The way Joe looked at me and spoke to me was enough to break my heart. "I stood there in the kitchen of my home last night and watched you Jackie. I watched the two of you, naked in the pool. I watched him pull you out of the pool. I watched you mount him and ride him with your face contorted in lust and your body moving in a frenzy. I've never seen you like that. You've never been like that with me. What you gave him is what most men want from their wives. It's what I would have loved from you. But you gave it to him!" "That wasn't love! That was sex! And if that's what you want, I'll give it to you. But what I love about you is that you make love to me Joe. He didn't make love. He just fucked me! No love, no affection, nothing but lust. Is that all you want from me? I'll give you lust, but I'll always want the love. "I made a mistake Joe. A terrible mistake and I regret it with all my heart. I knew better but I missed you so and I was so lonely. When Evelyn talked me into going to the bar with her, I knew better. That's where I met him. He came last night with Evelyn. I had no idea they were coming over but when they did show up, you had just called to tell me you were going to be gone again and I just wanted to not be alone. What I did was a mistake. It just happened and I'm so sorry." "No, what happened is that you betrayed me with someone else. You gave yourself to another man and did things with him you never did with me. What I saw on your face that night was something I've never made you feel. You never screamed like that for me so there was something he gave you that I never did. I can't compete with that. When I saw how you were with him, I can't forgive that." He stood up, reached down to pull me to my feet and led me to the door. He said nothing more and I had nothing to say. I was stunned at the way he felt. It was so final, so definite. I needed time to think. I let him lead me to the door and when he opened it and urged me to go, I did. "I'm so sorry Joe. I wish you'd come home and try to let me make it up to you. I know you love me and I love you. I'll never stop loving you. Please Joe. Give me a second chance. Please. You'll never be sorry." "Goodnight Jackie." With that he shut the door. I drove home, spent several hours thinking of things I could do and things I could say when he came home. I knew he would finally come home to me. He loved me, I was positive of that. And I loved him. I would be positive and patient. He would be back! He would! I had to believe. I spoke to Evelyn, told her what happened and that I would rather she not come over any more. She cried, she yelled, but she finally agreed to leave me alone for the time being. I cleaned the house, I cleaned the pool, I did everything I could think to do to make our home shine for him when he finally forgave me and came home. I called every day at four, just like we always did. I called just before I closed my eyes at night, just like always. I did everything just as I always had but it was different now: Joe didn't answer. Five days after he left me, the doorbell rang. Joe! My heart started to pound and my pulse leapt. He was home! I opened it, expecting to find Joe standing there with a smile and forgiveness in his eyes. What I got was a man dressed in a cheap suit, holding an envelope. He asked me my name and when I told him, he handed me the envelope. I barely heard him as he spoke. "Mrs. Powers, you are hereby served." With that he walked away, leaving me standing there. I looked at the envelope, opened the flap and pulled out the sheaf of papers inside. I read the first line. 'This is a notice of intent to terminate the marriage of . . . . .' My knees buckled and I fell to the floor, the envelope slipping from my hands. The tears came again, this time unchecked with the loss of hope. I bowed my head and let them flow. I had it all but it wasn't enough for me and now I'm paying the price for my selfishness. Consequences are a bitch!