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Decisions, Decisions

By: Badwolf123



If you like lots of hardcore action in your stories, then pass on to the next offering. The sex in this story is less overt, and more implied. If, on the other hand, it's the story, the characters and the emotion that you like to explore, then read on -- and I hope you enjoy it. I love getting feedback -- both positive and negative, so don't be shy and drop me an email. Thanks for taking the time to read my stuff!

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It had been a good day. No, it had been a bloody brilliant day. When I'd set off to work after giving Sandie a hug -- she has every other Friday off, so she was still not dressed -- I had been hoping we'd win the contract. But it wasn't just that I'd been part of the team that won the biggest contract in the company's history -- and the bonus that would go with that. Oh no, my ear to ear grin was because I had also got the new Director of Projects job. Yes, it was truly a most excellent day.

So as I drove the last half mile to my home, my thoughts were all decisions; a 7 series or an A8? The Seychelles or Hawaii? What a great fortieth birthday present that would be for Sandie. Having the twins young had meant we'd struggled a lot early on -- but they were now coming to the end of their first year at Uni, and studying hard (that and getting gazebo'd half the time). So things were really coming together. We'd have money, and the time and space to enjoy it -- and each other.

I pulled up outside the house. Sandie had obviously assumed I'd be home at my usual seven o'clock and not halfway through the afternoon; her car was parked at angle so the drive was blocked. I parked round the corner, collected the champagne and flowers from the back seat, and headed off to surprise the love of my life.

Little did I know that I was the one in for a surprise.

I smiled to myself. Parking round the corner meant that she wouldn't have seen me coming. I could sneak in the back door and give her a real surprise. I raised my eyebrows when I saw that it was ajar. Then I noticed a pile of washing, still only half hung out to dry. So she'd obviously been interrupted and gone inside. Gently pushing the door I stepped inside as lightly as I could. I could hear her voice coming from the study. She was laughing. Then she was silent for a few seconds and I heard her laughing voice again:

"Oh Sal, of course I love him. He's ... he's ... just everything to me."

So, she was on the phone to her sister. But as the conversation was about me I decided to listen. And you know what they say about eavesdropping ...

More silence -- well, Sally can certainly talk.

"No! Of course not. He's a great dad, a fantastic husband, and like I said he's everything to me. It's just that ... well, this is just ... you know ... different."

Oh fuck! This had better not mean what I think it does ...

My thoughts screamed at me in the silence as Sandie listened to Sally.

I'm putting two and two together and getting five. I must be.

I could feel my insides start to churn. Anticipation, fear, anxiety. I was dragged back by Sandie's voice.

"Yes, I know my situation is nothing like yours. I know Alan's great and nothing like that arsehole you saddled yourself with. God, we've been together since I was nineteen. It's just this is ... somehow ... oh, you know ... exciting."

The churning was turning into physical sickness. For a moment I thought I'd have to go out or risk throwing up into the kitchen sink. But I was paralysed, riveted to the spot: unable to move or make a sound. I wanted to hear more. I wanted to know who it was. I wanted to torture myself with all the gory details.

"Oh Sal, you worry too much. I just want a bit of excitement with Simon."

Simon! Simon? Who the hell is Simon?

"And Alan need never know. So no harm will be done."

I could imagine Sally's half of the conversation. Telling her big sister not to be an idiot. Not to risk everything. I looked at the spots of rain starting to appear on the windows, and the greyness that had clouded my sunny day.

"Listen Sal, I gotta go. I've got some washing out and it's starting to piss it down."

Oh Christ! She's hanging up!

Laden with flowers and bottle I got out of the door as quickly and as silently as I could. It was only when I got back to the car I realised that while I was listening, I must have been gripping the flowers so tightly that I'd crushed the stems.

Crushed! Hmph -- not the only thing!

I sat in the car and tried to make some sense out of the heap of jumble that was my thoughts. All I could see were questions. Who was Simon? How long has she been seeing him? Have they done it yet? Will she, if she hasn't? What does it mean for us? Should I confront her? Should I leave her? Should I divorce her? What would I tell the kids?

Every question increased the size of the pit in my stomach. The desire to vomit had receded -- but not by much. I wanted to run away. But in a funny kind of perverse way, I wanted to know all the details. Where did they meet? How often does she see him? Who else knows besides Sally? Does everyone know except me? Is he better at it than me? Is he bigger than me? Am I a laughing stock, with people sniggering behind my back: "That's poor old Alan, his wife's shagging Simon senseless every Wednesday night and he hasn't the faintest idea!"

Oh God! What the hell am I going to do? Decisions, decisions.

Slowly, the jumble sorted itself out.

No, I wouldn't leave her -- yet! I had to know more. To find out who this Simon is and what he's got that I haven't. What's the excitement he brings to her life? Am I that dull?

And I had to find out the details -- how long, how often and -- most importantly -- how far has it gone?

I was just starting to feel like I was getting it together when the passenger door flew open. Sandie's face was all concern and worry:

"Are you okay? What's going on? Ted said he walked past the car quarter of an hour ago and saw you on his way to the shops. He was surprised to see you still there when he came back. He knocked and told me. Are you okay? What's the matter? You look horrible."

By this time she'd flung the flowers into the backseat she was holding my hand, just like she'd done for twenty years. All I could think about were those brown eyes staring at me. And her perfume filling my head and bringing back memories of her. Memories of a time when there was only me and no Simon.

I mumbled something about feeling a bit rubbish. Saying I had probably just eaten something I shouldn't have. I smiled at her, don't ask me how, and told her the flowers were for her and that we'd got the contract and I got a promotion.

"Alan, that's great. But I think we'd better get you inside."

The next hour or so is all a bit of a blur. I remember going off to bed and Sandie fussing over me. But I just didn't want her near me, so I sent her off to make some tea while I crawled under the sheets.

Why don't I want her to touch me? In a sense, nothing had changed. She's still my loving wife of twenty years. She said she loves me, I heard her. The only thing that's changed is I know she wants to ... to what? Have a fling I guess is the best way to put it.

The cup of tea arrived, and I sat up cradling the mug in both my hands so I wouldn't have to touch her, to touch the woman I loved. She stroked my brow and I forced myself not to recoil.

I have never understood men who hit the women they profess to love. But to my eternal shame, at that point, I came within a whisker of slapping her and calling her a lying bitch. But I didn't -- truth? I think I was probably a million miles from doing it -- but at that moment I wanted her to feel the same hurt that I was feeling. But Instead, I just looked at her with a weak smile. It was my eyes that betrayed me I think.

"Alan? What's the matter?"

Decisions, decisions -- do I confront her?

I smiled weakly again and opened my mouth, trying to phrase the next words....I felt the lump in my throat, and the tightness in my chest. Then the words came out:

"You'd better ring Pedro's and cancel the table. I don't think I'm going to make it!"

In a split second, a door had shut and an opportunity to maybe sort out this garbage dump of a situation had gone.

Sandie went to make the call. I lay there ... thinking. My head was going to explode if I thought about this any more. But I couldn't stop. I listened to Sandie talking to the restaurant on the phone. That bloody telephone. I was beginning to think that ignorance was bliss. If I hadn't overheard her, what difference would it make? We'd be drinking champagne and waiting for a taxi to take us to Pedro's. We'd have an evening of laughter and fun, and when we got home ....

If only I hadn't listened. If. If Sandie had parked straight, I would have parked in the drive and she'd have seen me coming. If. If I had made a noise coming into the house, she would have changed her conversation. If. If I hadn't been so bloody vain and wanted to hear what she was saying about me. If. If if if ... oh Christ, what a mess!

I heard her hang up and make her way back upstairs. I decided that feigning sleep was the easiest way out of having to talk to her. For just about the first time in twenty years I didn't want to talk to her. I felt desperately lonely. I wanted to talk to my best friend, but she was the problem.

I heard the door open, a pause, and then close again. Relief. No pretending for a little while. Then the tears started to roll down my cheeks. My head was full of Sandie. I could smell her perfume on the pillow ... the pillow, the bed.

Has Simon been here?



My mind had conjured up a young, muscular stud on top of my wife in OUR bed. Then she was astride him. Oh Christ I was going to go mad if I wasn't careful. I shut the image of the two of them out of my head immediately. I had to get a grip. Put my business head on -- organise my thoughts, my priorities. Get a grip.

Eventually, with thoughts still orbiting my brain, the emotional strain of the past few hours kicked in, my mind finally declared it had had enough and shut down -- and I fell asleep.

It was dark when I was woken up by someone gently crawling into the bed next to me. I felt Sandie's soft, cool arm against the warm skin of my torso. She must have felt me tense up, as she started to move her arm away. Then she relaxed and slowly snuggled towards me. I wanted to ask her if she snuggled up to Simon afterwards, but the fear, bitterness and anger of earlier were starting to be replaced with something else. I smiled to myself.

Thinking "Business" had been the answer ...



As soon as her breathing had settled into a steady rhythm and I was sure she was asleep I eased my way out of the bed. I wasn't quite ready for cuddles and close contact just yet.

I lay on the sofa in the lounge and stared at the ceiling. The emptiness in the pit of my stomach was still there, but nowhere near as bad as it had been earlier. I was starting to get used to the images my mind was creating of Sandie performing all kinds of sexual gymnastics with Simon. I even managed a smile as my mind created an overweight middle aged Simon. I was starting to be able to put these thoughts into a box in the corner of my mind by replacing them with decisions and action plans. First things first:

What's my objective, my goal? What do I want?

That was quite easy. I wanted my marriage back and I wasn't going to lie down and let someone take it from me without a fight. Just like fighting for a big contract -- you do everything you can to win. I was going to do everything I could to keep Sandie.

I wanted everything how it was. Well, maybe not quite ... I wanted to be happy, but I wanted Sandie to be happy too. If she was happy, she wouldn't be chasing after other men. Would she?

I need to find out why she finds Simon exciting.



It really was just like fighting for a big contract. Know your opposition, and their strengths and weaknesses. And at the same time be honest with yourself about your own strong and weak points.

I need to find this Simon, and get the low down on him. And I need to appraise my marriage and me -- and figure out why Sandie doesn't find me exciting any more.



The third thing I needed to understand was the situation between them. How far had things gone? Had she been unfaithful? Despite what anyone says, you can't be married for twenty years and not look at members of the opposite sex and let your imagination loose. But fantasising and acting on the fantasy are light years apart. Sure I've had women come on to me, and I've done my share of flirting. Really tempted? Yes. But my cold business brain always told me that I had too much to lose. And besides, it wasn't like Sandie and I weren't getting on. So maybe Sandie saw it differently.

So at which point has a line been crossed? From the conversation I overheard it seems Sandie has mentally already been unfaithful. Does that count? I need to know more!

So plan A was to know my enemy and find out what he had. Find out how far things had gone. Then also to evaluate myself and to try and make sure Sandie found me and our relationship as exciting as she did Simon.

Then my mind turned to plan B -- every good Business Plan is flexible and has alternative strategies.

What do I do if Sandie DOESN'T find me exciting any more and I lose her? If Simon proves to be more than just a bit of excitement on the side and turns into a serious relationship?

I hoped with all my heart it never came to that decision. I tried to park it and hope, but it wouldn't go away. Eventually I went back to sleep.

I was woken up with a soft tapping on my face and two huge green eyes looking at me, willing me to get up.

"Christ Mollie! I swear one day I will teach you to open your own pouch of Whiskas."

I crawled off the sofa to the kitchen, and as I looked at the cat I thought of yesterday - the implications.

"Who'd get custody of you, eh Mollie?"

But the black and white bundle of fur just tucked into breakfast, and ignored my question. Well, since I was up I might as well start putting my plan into action. I went into the study and grabbed the laptop and turned it on. While it was booting up I made some coffee and settled down at the kitchen table.

The startup screen came up with its two icons. One labelled "Alan" and the other "Sandie". I was just about to click mine when on the off chance I clicked Sandie's. A password box came up -- now that was new. We have never password protected our accounts on our home PC. I felt a lump in my throat.

Oh God, what's she hiding?

As if I couldn't guess.

Well, let's crack this password.



Right, I knew it wouldn't be something I would guess by chance. It would have to be something not me or family related. No, it couldn't be that obvious, could it? I typed

"S -- i -- m -- o -- n -- RETURN"

The screen flashed its welcome, and I was in. I just wished with all my heart the password had been wrong.

I clicked Outlook, nope nothing in her Inbox or Sentbox that looked out of place. I scanned her mail folders one at a time -- nope, nothing untoward. I clicked her Deleted Items folder -- Bingo!

She obviously only had Outlook clear it out every few days because there were three or four days worth of mails. Mainly junk, but three from a certain Simon White, with an email address of the local University. I opened up the first. He talked about "the meeting today" and referred to Sandie's head-teacher, and talked a bit about learning strategies for ADHD children. Then at the end he said how he couldn't concentrate in the meeting because all he could think about was her, and her agreement to go out for a drink afterwards. Then there was the killer paragraph:

"I wasn't disappointed. You are even smarter and funnier in private than you are in meetings. But the best part was the kiss in the car -- well, I suppose it was a bit more than a kiss. It was the most passionate kiss I've had in a long, long time. Oh, and I love what your nipples did when I caressed them."

I stood up, forced myself to take a very deep breath, poured some coffee -- and forced the image of Simon's hand inside Sandie's bra out of my mind.

I remembered an old NLP trick. Close your eyes and think of an elephant. Got one? Now stop thinking about the elephant. What's the problem? -- yup, the pesky elephant won't go away! The trick is to replace the elephant with something else. So, I thought of the twins, where were they, what were they doing -- all that stuff. Slowly, the elephant of Simon's hand and my wife's breasts went away. Sort of. I turned back to the laptop.

His signature on the e-mail said he was a Ph.D and an "Educational Psychologist".

So Sandie had met him through her work as the school SENCO -- the lead teacher for Special Educational Needs children. Before I opened the second e-mail I looked for a reply - there it was.

"Hi Simon

I loved some of your ideas and we'll certainly be putting them into practice in the school. But I must confess, the idea I liked most was to go for a drink :-)

Yes, that kiss was something special for me too. It set my heart racing. We really must do it again, and soon!

S xxx"

So it looks like last Tuesday was their first time together -- though I guess they'd known each other through work for a while and had been doing all the usual flirting.

I turned my attention to the next e-mail from Dr White -- dated on Wednesday. No messing in this one -- straight to the point -- when and where could they meet? Sandie's reply said she could do it pretty much anytime, but how about Saturday -- "Alan always goes to the Rugby Club on Saturday afternoon, and gets back between six and seven. So we'd have all afternoon."

Thursday's e-mail from Alan was equally short -- essentially, they would be meeting at 2pm today at the Three Frogs, a pub by the river. Then I smiled on two counts: firstly, he gave her his mobile number, which I typed into my phone. The second reason I smiled was because I had different plans for the afternoon. Last night while putting together my "get Sandie back" campaign, I had already decided we were going to be doing something else today. In a competition between rugby and Sandie, there was always only one winner.

The internet is a wonderful thing. Five minutes and I knew Simon White pretty well. 38, married, 2 teenage children, highly regarded in academic circles, and I even knew where he lived. There was a photo of him -- some university thing -- he looked surprisingly normal. If you think five minutes is overstating it -- try it for yourself. Lastly, before I logged off I made a couple of purchases.

Now it was time for Plan A to start. Knowing what I knew, it would be tough acting normally. But that's what I had to do. I made fresh coffee, heated up croissants, poured some juice and put them all on a tray. Then a last minute's inspiration -- I got a small, single flower vase and put one of the infamous crushed stem roses in it.

Sandie was half awake when I walked in -- probably because Mollie was lying on her.

"Wow, well someone looks a lot better."

Her smile has lost nothing of its shine in the last twenty years. Looking at her eyes I couldn't believe this was the same woman that had written the e-mails I had read an hour ago.

Forget that, come on. Focus.

"This is to say I'm sorry I ruined what should have been a happy night for us."

She reached up and stroked my stubbled cheek.

"You silly sod. Nothing to apologise for, I'm just really glad you're okay."

I put my hand to hers and squeezed it and held her gaze, smiling. She broke the spell and started to fuss over breakfast. We had pretty much the conversation that should have happened the previous night about the contract, the promotion. I was beginning to relax and wonder if everything was a mistake when she slipped an innocuous question into the conversation.


Decisions, Decisions



"Who are they playing at the Rugby club today?"

It was like a dagger!

"Oh I'm not sure. I'm not going in any case -- I've got some plans for us -- I hope you're free. You are, aren't you?"

I almost enjoyed her flustered response that she thought so.

"Good! Because this afternoon we have to make a big decision. Hawaii, South Africa, Australia, Peru, Thailand. You name it and we can be there the first week of your summer holidays!"

Sandie smiled and gave me a hug.

"That sounds wonderful."

By mid morning I was showered and dressed and was just thinking about mowing the lawn. I was also feeling pretty good because Plan A seemed to have got off to a good start. I went downstairs -- not deliberately quiet, but I guess I didn't make much noise. I pushed open the kitchen door and Sandie jumped, she obviously hadn't heard me. She had her mobile in her hand:

"Christ Alan, you scared the shit out of me. Creeping about like that."

I smiled, apologised and generally acted cool, and pretended I hadn't noticed the phone. I told her it was her turn and went to go outside as she started up the stairs. I turned and followed her, making some comments about the twins and when they'd be home. I wanted to stay with her until she went to shower, she'd have to put the phone down -- it would look seriously odd if she took it into the bathroom. In the end, I won. She popped the phone into her drawer and went to get showered. I waited until I heard the shower going then quickly grabbed it and went to text messages. Nothing to Simon in the inbox -- she was obviously deleting them as she went. But there was one in her sent messages. To Simon -- all it said was:

"I'll try xx"

Ah well, it was always too much to hope for that you get the contract straight away."

I replaced the phone and went to mow, feeling more sad than betrayed, and wondering what she was going to try. My guess was he'd suggested an alternative meeting and she said she'd try and get there.

With the lawn mowed and Sandie showered, I did a quick change and we headed off to book the holiday of a lifetime. After a leisurely light lunch and coffee we hit the Travel Agents. We'd been discussing things in the car on the way and over lunch, and we'd pretty much decided on something quite active. In the end we settled for the Andes and the Galapagos. three weeks altogether with some walking and sightseeing on the South American mainland, then fly out and board a luxury yacht as we travel round the Galapagos.

Dates set, deposit paid we fell out of the shop giggling like teenagers. I gave her a huge hug -- yesterday's horrors seemed to belong to someone else's life. We walked hand in hand down the High Street to the car park. Funny, holding hands was something we had always done; it was an instinctive reaction whenever we set off anywhere on foot.

"Okay", I said, "where shall we go out to dinner to celebrate?"

There was a pause and for the briefest of moments, Sandie stopped.

"Oh, err, I ... was going to go out with a few girls from work tonight."

The silence didn't last long before Sandie continued -- speaking far too fast to be natural:

"I was going to mention it last night, but of course ..." she shrugged and let the sentence hang itself. Then:

"But it's okay, I don't need to go, we can go out!"

She turned to me with a smile the reeked of sympathy. The eyes always give you away though.

Decisions, decisions. Do I play hardball and see just how keen she is to see Simon (I was pretty sure that was her plan), or do I give in easily?

I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth:

"No, no -- if you said you'd go, you should go. We'll have plenty of time to celebrate later."

She shook her head. I stopped and held her shoulders -- forcing her to make eye contact.

"It's okay, you've got a date with your girl friends..." (I think I may have put a bit too much emphasis on the "girl" bit), "so you go. It's really okay."

I didn't add that I'd be pretty close behind her. She broke the eye contact:

"Well, if you're sure you don't mind?"

I squeezed her hand whilst feeling the pit of my stomach give way:

"Definitely! You go and have some ..."

I was about to say fun, but for some reason my mind inserted:

"... excitement!"

She glanced back at me and gave me that weak smile again. This time accompanied by a puzzled look and a little nod.

The bubbly mood we had shared since lunchtime was now flat champagne. We talked, we held hands still -- like I said, old habits and all that -- but the warmth, the closeness, had gone.

I lay on the bed while Sandie got dressed. With every minute the tightness across my chest went in another notch. I really did feel so tense, so afraid I thought I would be sick. I could stop it all.

Should I just say something?

Decisions, decisions.

No, this was an easy one. If I stopped her seeing Simon, there would just be someone else later. It was, as we say in business, time for "root cause analysis". Get to the bottom, the cause of her wanting Simon. Somehow that didn't make me feel any better. It made me feel even worse when I realised just how stunning she looked.

"You look great," I said, "far too good for the girls. I thought it would be jeans and tee shirt time."

She mumbled back something about not wanting to be outdone. My emotions were so screwed up I didn't know if teasing her like that and watching her discomfort, was making me feel better or worse. In the end, she declared herself ready, and I asked her if she needed a lift. She smiled back:

"No, I won't be drinking -- well, I'll make a glass of wine last half the night and then hit the J2O's."

"Okay. Where are you off to anyway?"

I wanted it to sound like a normal, casual question. But it felt like the Spanish Inquisition.

She replied they were meeting at the Stag and Hounds. Good choice. Busy Saturday night pub, quite often have a live band, and a good middle aged crowd. Not a place full of Magners swilling kids. Sandie grabbed her car keys, gave me a smile with barest hint of eye contact, gave me a peck on the cheek, and left.

I watched as she got into her car, her perfume still filling the air. The inescapable, gorgeous smell of Sandie.

As soon as her car door shut I sprinted to put on my trainers and grab my coat, car keys and wallet. I'd have to be quick if I wasn't to lose her. I had no guarantee the Stag and Hounds was her real destination. I watched her reverse out and drive off -- it was in the right direction, so that was a plus. As soon as I knew she'd be out of sight, I dashed out, slammed the door and jumped in my car.

It was dusk and late Spring, so cars had their lights on though you could still see reasonably well. But Sandie's silver Golf was nowhere to be seen.

Damn!

I drove the few miles to the Stag and Hounds, and parked about fifty metres away, on the forecourt of a Post Office. I put on the dark jacket I'd brought and a dark blue New York Yankees baseball cap. I got out of the car and walked towards the pub car park. I could hear the noise of "The Granites" bashing out a cover of a Stereophonics song. I walked all round the car park -- there was a silver Golf, but not Sandie's. I headed back the short distance to my car thinking how I should go about a search, when a silver Golf flashed by, indicating it was turning into the pub. I watched as Sandie drove in and parked.

And then, you could have knocked me down with a feather.

Out of the passenger door stepped Debbie, one of the other teachers at Sandie's school.

A huge weight lifted from my shoulders. The sickness in the pit of my stomach and the ache in my chest disappeared in a flash. Then another emotion got me. Guilt. I should have had more faith that my plan was going to have a quick effect.

Oh God, no!

Sandie had got out of the car, but had left the engine running. She walked round to Debbie, talked to her for a minute, they hugged and Sandie got back in.

The weight, the sickness and the ache returned - in spades!

I jogged to my car. I definitely didn't want to lose her this time. The Golf swung out and down the road, away from me. The road was quiet, so following her was easy. It was only a couple of miles -- I should have guessed -- Sandie drove into the Three Frogs, the pub by the river that was mentioned in the email. I parked round the corner and sprinted to the car park. I was just in time to see them. Simon had his arm around her and they were talking, heading for the pub door. Just as they got to the door, they stopped and kissed. They locked eyes, he said something to her, she laughed and they went in.

Imagining a scene like that and actually being there are very different. The remains of my tea soon found its way to the bushes. Having recovered a few minutes later, I walked round the car park -- Sandie's Golf was parked at the far end -- away from all the other cars, apart from a BMW 4x4.

Oh Sandie, not with someone who drives one of those things.

I was almost more mad at her choice of lover (I have always considered people who drive 4x4's around town complete prats), than I was at the fact that she had one in the first place!

I found a bench on the riverbank that I could sit on, and still be able to see the pub door. All day my worst fears had been pretty much realised. And right now my over-riding fear was that Sandie and Simon would reappear quite quickly, jump into his car and head off to some dark spot or (if the bastard had some style) a hotel.

Christ! Does the pub have any rooms? Is it a hotel?

I scanned all the signs outside. Food, Football Matches televised, bar staff wanted; then I breathed a sigh of relief -- no accommodation signs. And for once, my worst fears were not realised. It was almost two hours before, arm in arm, Simon and Sandie came out of the pub. I went back to my car and waited. What would it be? A BMW with two people in? Or a Golf and a BMW going their separate ways. In the event, it was neither. I waited ten minutes, and decided to go and see.

The car park had emptied a little, but my two targets were still there. The light shone so that I could make out Sandie's car was unoccupied. But I couldn't see anything in the BMW -- the windows were far too steamed up.

If there had been any more tea for me to bring up, I would have. I almost, oh so nearly, ran to the beamer and dragged my wife out. But I didn't. She wanted excitement, but I suspected maybe that would have been too much excitement for her.

I made a decision. I could stand the torture no longer. I turned on my heels, resisted the temptation to look back, got to my car and set off home.

If you told me I'd run three people down on the way back, I'd probably believe you. Autopilot doesn't come close to describing it. The quiet as I turned off the engine was what brought me out of the trance. I went inside, brushed my teeth (I hate being sick), and then got myself a beer, fed a noisy Mollie on the way, and turned on Match Of The Day. I'd been home 20 minutes when I saw Sandie's car's lights turn into the drive. I jumped up, I didn't want to give her any chance to compose herself before coming in.

"Hey, have a good time?" I shouted from the doorstep as she opened the car door.

"Yeah, it was okay."

"Well, I hope that it was a bit more than 'okay' considering you gave up an evening of celebration with me."

She smiled, straightened her skirt and casually moved it round, back into place as she walked to the front door. It was so nonchalant that if I hadn't been looking for signs, I wouldn't have noticed. I barred her way and stooped to make her kiss me as she went in. I wanted her to feel massively guilty that she had been ... what? Well at least kissing ... someone else not ten minutes ago. As I lifted my head from the kiss I noticed a real giveaway -- she had missed out a button on her blouse when she had done it up.

Well looks like Simon at least got to play with the nipples again! And I suspect a bit more.



I asked her if she wanted some chocolate or tea but she replied she was tired and was going to bed.

"Good idea -- I'll come too."

"Aren't you watching the football?"

I shook my head and told her I couldn't be bothered. I turned off the TV and headed upstairs. When we got to the bedroom, I looked at her:

"Christ Sandie, have you been like that all night?"

"Like what?"

"Flashing your admittedly very gorgeous tits to all the men in the pub."

The panic in her eyes was evident, but to her credit she held it together.

"It can't have been noticeable -- one of the girls would have told me."

"Well, I got a nice eyeful. Hey sexy, come over here and let me get a nice handful."

She'd started to unbutton the blouse, to get rid of the evidence I supposed, and then said:

"Down boy, I'm off to the bathroom."

Sandie was a while -- she had a shower, not that unusual in the evening, and came out wearing her pale blue, silk pyjamas. I showered quickly, and soon joined her in bed.

When you've been married twenty years, you know the signals without any kind of verbal interaction. You know the "are you interested in it tonight" moves, and the "yes", "no" and "maybe" responses. My questioning caress was met with an equally gentle put off. Almost all of the time that would have meant we just settled down and went to sleep. But not tonight. The reason she'd be saying "no" was Simon, and the associated guilt. I wanted her to feel that -- to feel guilty about turning me down tonight, knowing that it was because she'd been with someone else.

I tried again.

"Not tonight babe. I really am tired -- tomorrow. Promise."

Then she kissed me on the cheek, turned away from me and settled down to sleep.

Day two of Plan "Get Sandie Back" dawned late Spring bright -- perfect for what I had planned. As I thought about the plans I realised what had woken me up. Mollie was jumping from me to Sandie in an attempt to get one of us up. I moved my arm round Sandie's torso:

"Are you faking it?"

"Yes", she replied through her teeth.

"How do you know I was talking about being asleep?"

As Sandie rolled over to face me two things happened -- both by accident. Mollie went flying from the bed, and my hand slipped inside her pyjama top. She kissed me:

"I never have to fake it with you."

I kissed her back as my hand caressed her breast and I fought back a cutting response. A dozen came into my head -- along with images of a steamed up 4x4 and Simon's hands unbuttoning Sandie's blouse and doing exactly what mine was doing now.

Mollie jumped back on the bed and started wailing the way only hungry, impatient cats can. I inched away to get up and feed her. Sandie grabbed my neck and pulled me back.

"Sod the bloody cat, I need you more ..."

It was almost mid morning by the time Mollie got her Whiskas. As I moved away from Sandie there was a mutual "ouch" as our stuck together bodies parted.

"Christ, I think I just lost a layer of skin," she grinned at me, "but it was worth it. You have no idea how much I needed that!"

I smiled down at her.

Well, that probably means one thing -- they may have had a good old grope around in the 4x4, but they didn't do it.



As I walked down the stairs I was beginning to feel a bit used. Was I the consolation prize? Had I just been used as a Simon substitute?

Well if I have, it was pretty damn hot. And I think Sandie enjoyed it a lot too! Tough Simon, I think the home team just equalised.

I was just getting breakfast sorted when Sandie appeared in one of my T shirts. Women just look sexy as hell in oversized T shirts -- and what's more they bloody know it. I looked at her:

"You know, I think I fancy you even more than I did twenty years ago. And if we didn't have a full day, I'd take you back to bed now. Actually, I wouldn't -- it would be the kitchen table."

She giggled that it had been a long time since we had made a point of christening every room in the house. I started to laugh.

"What?" she asked.

"I was just thinking of how we couldn't stop laughing when did the downstairs loo. I was nearly in traction after those contortions."

She walked over, kissed me and looked into my eyes. For the first time in two days I felt I was again looking into my wife's gorgeous green eyes, and not those of another woman.

"Well I had bruises on my bum for a week! But it was fun. Anyway, what's all this about a busy day, we've nothing planned."

"You just be ready to leave at 12:30 -- casual dress is fine."

She looked at me with a very suspicious but 'excited little girl' expression.

"Ooookaaay."

All through breakfast she tried to find out what was planned, where we were going. But I held firm. In truth I was loving it -- her reaction was better even than I'd hoped for when I'd hatched the plan on the sofa on Saturday morning. I showered first and came down as Sandie emerged from the study. I didn't ask her what she'd been doing in there -- but I started to feel that anxiety and tightness across my chest. She went up to get ready, kissing me as we passed at the foot of the stairs.

I left it a minute or two, then got the laptop and logged on ... to Sandie's account. There was the e-mail sent ten minutes ago -- in the deleted items folder.

"Hi

I need to see you. Soon. I have a parents' evening tomorrow, and Alan and I are meeting two old friends for dinner Tuesday. Can you do Wednesday after work? Six o'clock at the same place?

S xx"

I closed my eyes, the roller coaster my emotions were experiencing had just done a triple loop.

How can she do this to me? Did the last couple of hours mean absolutely nothing to her?

I was beginning to think that I might not win this contract after all.

But the fat lady isn't singing yet! You decided to fight for her, so give it your best shot.

The Sunday afternoon and evening I had planned went like clockwork. Having walked to the station, we got the train to Waterloo. First there were tickets to the latest exhibition at the British Museum. Sandie, who has a History degree, had been going on and on about how she wanted to see it. She loved it and we bought half the souvenir shop on the way out.

We followed that with a light dinner, and then a champagne trip on the London Eye. Neither of us had ever been on it, though we had often said we ought to do it. We both loved it. The sun was going down, and the lights of London were coming on. The City twinkled in the half light and the Wembley arch shone, but not as much as Sandie's eyes had when she turned to hug me and thank me for a wonderful day.

That evening we showered together, and then took another layer of skin off ....

We were all hugs and smiles at breakfast. Through a mouthful of cereal I managed to decipher that Sandie would be late as she had a parents' evening, and that she was reminding me we were out with Terry and Jill for a Chinese tomorrow.

"Anything Wednesday?" I asked in the most casual fashion I could muster.

"Just a meeting after work -- won't be late though."

I nodded a response and ten minutes later we were in our cars and off to work.

Everyone was in a buoyant mood at work -- still in the afterglow of the contract victory. My mood was in contrast, I just couldn't figure it out. Sandie and I had had a terrific weekend, but she still wanted to see her would be lover "soon". Maybe it was going to be a really long fight, and I would have to wait for her to get bored with him -- or me.

No. That's not going to happen -- I'm not going to have a long drawn out fight for her. Sandie must realise soon that she is going to have to make a decision. Him or me.

"What's the matter with you, Mr Grumpy?"




Decisions, Decisions



Jackie, my Admin Manager, was looking at me with raised eyebrows.

I just shrugged.

"Bit of a mixed weekend. Some highs, and a couple of lows too."

She bent over to ruffle my hair, and as she did so her shirt hung down flashing her boobs (and a very nice lacy bra).

"Hey, you'll have someone's eye out with those!" I joked.

We had worked together for over five years. We had got drunk together on more occasions than one, and when her husband left three years ago it was my shoulder she'd cried on. We had flirted a lot -- but it was all harmless -- she was a mate. But God, she had a hell of a pair! And it didn't stop there, she had a very decent figure and fantastic legs - helped by the fact she always wore stilettos. She always said she had to because she was so short.

For a moment I considered telling her everything. But I couldn't -- the emotions were still a bit too raw. Jackie parked her very attractive bottom in my visitor's chair, and we started to talk. About nothing. About everything -- well, almost everything. When she got up with a "better get back to work or my new boss, the Projects Director, will be wanting to fire me", we had spent a good deal of time laughing.

I looked at her and smiled:

"Thanks. I needed that. Oh, by the way, nice bra." I winked.

She giggled and turned to walk away, then stopped and looked over her shoulder:

"Well, anytime you want to help me take it off -- all you have to do is ask." She winked back.

I'm not sure how long my jaw had been resting on the keyboard, but it must have been a few seconds. In my mind I always knew we were really good friends -- but that was one hell of a come on. I watched her going about her job -- smiling, relaxed, confident -- and definitely competent. But more than that -- she always acted openly and was always honest. She said she was a "WYSIWYG person -- what you see is what you get". I really liked that right now, when one bit of my life was clouded in deceit.

She looked up and caught me looking at her. She smiled and slowly drew a hand from her neck, down her shirt collar to her cleavage and simultaneously licked her lips.

I laughed and mouthed "tease". We must have made eye contact a dozen times that Monday, and as I thought of Simon and Sandie and what would happen if she wanted his excitement more than what I could offer. I imagined myself with Jackie. Kissing those lips, taking up her invitation to help ....

Oh God! Maybe this is how it starts. Friendship, flirting, genuine attraction -- and then curiosity and anticipation. The fun of the chase. The will she, won't she. All that stuff that when you marry, you're glad it's behind you. But somehow, it is exciting. And it does set your heart racing.

As luck would have it -- or maybe as Jackie had planned it -- we left together that night. As we approached my car, she grabbed my hand:

"Alan, I meant what I said. Anytime, all you have to do is ask."

And before I could say anything, she kissed my cheek, turned and walked to her car. I watched her go, her heels clicking on the car park tarmac. She had the sexiest, most feminine walk I could imagine.

If anyone says that women don't have a sixth sense then they are lying. Don't ask me how, but Jackie had obviously picked up I was unhappy -- and was trying to boost my ego and cheer me up -- as well as trying to get me into her bed! I could think of a lot worse places to be.

While Sandie was getting harassed by parents who wanted to know why little Johnnie didn't have his degree yet ("didn't she realise he was an incredibly bright child?"), I got dinner ready -- nothing too heavy or complicated, just a chicken salad. But I took ten minutes out to check the e-mail -- both hers and mine.

There it was -- a simple reply saying he'd be there, and commenting on how much he'd enjoyed Saturday. Half of me wanted him to go into the grizzly details, but the other half of me was relieved he didn't. I set the mail back to "unread" and logged off.

Sandie came home and she told me the usual stories of parents' evenings. We ate, watched a bit of TV, one of the twins rang -- so we chatted to him for a while -- and then we went to bed. I noticed Sandie took a couple of minutes out to check her e-mail. Not unusual at all.

Tuesday was a busy, chaotic day at work for some reason, so the evening with Terry and Jill was just what I needed. Witty banter, funny stories and just happy memories. And for a whole evening, Simon was not in my head.

As I lay in bed that night, I could feel Sandie's slow, steady breathing in my ear. She had an arm and a leg draped over me, her head on my shoulder. I wondered if this time tomorrow she would have had sex with Simon. Would she want to come near me? Would I want her to come near me? Would I be able to tell if she had done it with him?

Decisions, decisions.

Should I go and spy on them again? No, that was way too painful.

What then? I slowly started to realise what I wanted -- revenge! I wanted her to hurt like I did. To feel the anguish I had felt. My thoughts were all about geese -- and sauces...

Decisions, decisions.

Did I really want to do that? Increasingly, I felt the answer was yes.

As we left the house the next morning, she gave me a much bigger kiss than normal:

"Don't forget I'll be a bit late tonight."

How could I forget?

I felt my stomach start to churn in a way that had become all too familiar over the past few days. I watched Sandie (God, she looked good) get in her car and drive off. I felt sick at the thought of the next time I would see her.

That Wednesday morning, on the doorstep, watching Sandie's car disappear into the distance I had no idea that the next time I saw her, it would be nothing like I had anticipated.

It was going to be a busy day at work -- lots of heavy planning meetings about the new contract. Jackie came in just after I had sat down at my desk. God, she looked absolutely stunning. She came round to my side of the desk -- she smelled even better than she looked.

"Wow, you smell really nice. I love that perfume."

She leant closer so I could really smell it. And at the same time I got an eyeful of those wonderful breasts.

"Yeah, it's not bad is it. Happy, Clinique"

Then as she noticed where I was looking, with a twinkle in her eye, she announced:

"And here's something else for you to play with. Your new toy care of the company."

She handed over a smart new Blackberry.

"Give me your phone and I'll swap the Sim and set it up for you."

I handed it over and she swayed out of the office. I rolled back my tongue and started to do some work. A few minutes later she was back:

"Here you go. I've added my mobile and my home number to your phonebook. Just in case you wanted to take up my offer sometime."

I smiled. Decisions, decisions. Before I could say anything she grinned:

"Oh and by the way, just because it's a Blackberry doesn't mean it counts towards your five a day."

Still smirking, she turned to leave.

"Jackie! You free tonight? After work?"

Oh my God, did I really do that? Did I really ask her?

I felt my pulse start up like it was an F1 car bursting off the grid. She turned, looked thoughtful, then grimaced:

"I'd really like to spend the evening with a handsome, charming and witty man, but I suppose you'll do."

I threw the Blackberry manual at her, and she left giggling like a naughty schoolgirl.

The meeting was rowdy and chaotic. It's great when you get a bunch of bright people who are passionate about their jobs, all interacting. Everyone had their new Blackberries and we spent half lunchtime setting them up. During the course of the day, my mind kept straying to six o'clock. Would Sandie and Simon end up in some hotel bedroom? And what about me? Where would I end up?

I was all over everywhere as Jackie and I left the building. She hugged my arm and said how pleased she was I'd agreed to come out. She still smelled absolutely gorgeous, and she'd obviously touched up her lipstick and make up. Not that she needed it. We drove the short distance to the pub in my car. I glanced at my watch -- 5:55 -- Sandie would probably be waiting for Simon. Waiting to fall into her lover's arms. Waiting for him to ...

"Alan? So, what do you think?"

"Sorry, Jackie, was miles away -- thinking about that bloody contract."

She gave me a "Yeah, I really believe you" look.

Jackie is one of those people who is just brilliant at making you feel at ease and open with her. Our sales guys spend a fortune on courses to help them do what Jackie does instinctively. Don't ask me how but I found myself not thinking of what was happening in the pub by the river a few miles away. Maybe it was Jackie's eyes, or her smile, or her laugh -- or her cleavage, but I was actually enjoying myself.

I finished my drink and was about to ask her if she wanted another when she grabbed my hand:

"Come on, let's go!"

"Where?"

She just tilted her head to one side, sighed and looked at me.

"Where? Not here."

She put her arm round me as we walked to the car. My mind started racing -- picturing us together. I felt her hand move, caressing my torso. It felt so good. Different. Exciting. That word again -- I think I was understanding what Sandie meant.

As we got to the car, Jackie stopped to face me. Wearing that silly grin of hers, she looked at me and whispered:

"I've been waiting a long time to do this..."

She closed her eyes and softly nibbled my lower lip with hers, and as I opened my mouth to respond she pulled me in tighter. Then we eased into a kiss that seemed bounce round my whole body. It felt like it lasted hours, in fact it lasted until ...   

"Alan?"

At first I thought Sandie's voice was in my conscience. Then I realised -- I must have looked a picture of pure guilt ...

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Her voice, her eyes, her face -- her entire being was a statement of complete and utter disbelief. At times like that there is no right thing to say. I looked at her:

"Probably what you and Simon were doing ten minutes ago...."

She started to say something, but no words came out. Her hand went to her mouth. Her eyes were wide and staring at me like I had suddenly grown an extra head. She started to slowly shake her head.

"How... how long have you known?"

"Friday."

"And this, how long has this been going on?"

I looked at the pain in her eyes. I wanted to hold her and hurt her at the same time. I made a weak smile.

"About half an hour."

She dropped her hand; her expression complete confusion.

"I did it because I wanted to hurt you, like you'd hurt me. And because I wanted to see if someone new, someone different really is more exciting than the person you love."

Sandie looked at her shoes, then back at me. She sighed a heavy, resigned sigh:

"I think I can answer that. They aren't. That's why I told Simon tonight it was all over."

I stared at her, speechless.

"I almost told you everything on Sunday, but it was such a perfect day, and I couldn't see the point. You didn't know about Simon, and it would only hurt you. And I was never really unfaithful."

I think it was about this point I vaguely remember Jackie saying that she thought she should go, and she quietly left us, telling us how lucky we both were.

The next thing I knew we were in each other's arms, babbling "sorry" to each other. If the kiss with Jackie had knocked my socks off, the one with Sandie blew my shoes off too. Sandie has always been the best kisser in the world.

I cradled her head in my hands and forced her to look me in the eye.

"I love you, you know. So, why'd you decide to ditch the good doctor?"

She looked at me, and touched my cheek with her hand.

"Because he's not you. Oh it was flattering being chased by a good looking, bright guy. And it was fun snogging like a teenager again -- but after a while all I could think of was that his kisses, his touches and everything else he did was ... I don't know ... just missing something."

Before I could say anything, she hugged me tight and continued:

"And all of a sudden on Saturday night, it went from fun and I suppose a bit of naughty fooling around in his car to ... well, I dunno, to a bit tacky really."

I smiled. I had known Sandie for over twenty years and I knew exactly what was behind it. She is as sexy as any woman I know, but deep down inside she's a prude at heart. Having her boobs felt up is one thing -- having someone trying to take off your underwear in a pub car park -- that's tacky. I was so grateful Dr Simon White had no style!

"Anyway, how'd you know I was here?"

"Ask Dave, I rang him."

Now I was really puzzled, I had no idea she knew Dave other than as someone at work that I mentioned occasionally.

"Actually, I rang you -- but I think in the excitement of playing with your new toys, you boys got them mixed up. He said he thought you were coming here."

So, the whole thing had started with a phone conversation, and ended with one. If either conversation had been five minutes later ...



Decisions, Decisions



This story is written using two possible timelines, varying from a single decision made at the beginning. Enjoy

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The light turned green. To his left was Starbucks. Our driver was a man of many vices. That caffeinated brown brew was likely his worst. The car rolled forward as he reminded himself that he didn't need it. It was a small victory for his diet made easier by newly acquired abs. After all today would be his first chance to show them off. If he slipped more and more, it would likely be his last.

Alex Andrews was driving to his ex-girlfriends. This wasn't a recent wound. They had been broken up for almost twelve years now. She was his first high school girl friend and also the girl he had lost his virginity too. They stayed on good terms over the years, but just recently they really began to hang out again. It was looking like he'd get his rematch with Helena. Their first attempt at lovemaking had been somewhat of an embarrassment looking back. The only redeeming factor was the setting. They had conceded to their passion with clumsy embrace and mutterings while it rained over them in the woods.

It hurt for both of them physically and there was no climax for either.

Since then he had improved greatly, if anything inspired by the gruesome entry into sex to become the best he could be.

Alex was going to take Helena to the grand opening of Splashcity. The waterpark had been in the news for the last few months, increasing its hype with profiles on its record-breaking water-slides and the recent heatwave. The first hundred people would have free entry for the rest of the summer. After getting completely sloshed a few nights ago in an air condition-less bar, drunken Alex and Helena promised each other that they would have these free summer passes.

As he pulled into her drive way, he couldn't stop daydreaming about the eventuality of things. Not only would he have the buxom redhead as eye candy all summer, but the two likely were going to take it to the next level today. Flirting had reached a boiling point. Alex was assured by purring phone calls and steamy texts by Helena that nothing goes better with water parks then raunchy sex during and after.

He pressed the doorbell. This was it. He could already imagine Helena heaving down the stairs as her breasts jiggled under the snug green triangles of her bikini. The door opened.

"Oh hey Alex." His cock continued to throb regardless of Helena's mother answering the door. She was quite the bombshell herself. Monica was only about a head taller than her oldest daughter, both of them fairly petite at the low end of five feet. Monica was a tad more full figured than her daughter. When he and Helena were going out in high school, Monica verged close to chubby and was still extremely attractive. Since then, she had dropped some weight and was working hard on keeping up her figure. It was certainly paying off. She wore a simple soft pink cotton robe, flashing that usual smile of hers. "Helena still hasn't gotten back yet. Did you two have plans today? I thought I heard you two talking about that waterpark opening today." 

"Yea..." He said, mind distracted from Monica's cleavage for once as he looked over and noticed Helena's car still parked in the driveway. 

Her mom must have picked up on his glance. "She left last night with that Aaron fellow." She said, voice going soft and regretful as she was putting together that he just got stood up by her daughter. "Mmhmm..." He murmured. It was hard to be too surprised though. Helena was infamous for these kind of spontaneous acts of immaturity. Not to mention her cheating on him a number of times from their first tryst had pretty much numbed him to fact she was likely in bed with this Aaron at this exact moment.

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The light turned green. To his left was Starbucks. Our driver was a man of many vices. That caffeinated brown brew was likely his worst. The car rolled forward as he reminded himself that he didn't need it. It was a small victory for his diet made easier by newly acquired abs. After all today would be his first chance to show them off. If he slipped more and more, it would likely be his last.

Alex Andrews was driving to his ex-girlfriends. This wasn't a recent wound. They had been broken up for almost twelve years now. She was his first high school girl friend and also the girl he had lost his virginity too. They stayed on good terms over the years, but just recently they really began to hang out again. It was looking like he'd get his rematch with Helena. Their first attempt at lovemaking had been somewhat of an embarrassment looking back. The only redeeming factor was the setting. They had conceded to their passion with clumsy embrace and mutterings while it rained over them in the woods.

It hurt for both of them physically and there was no climax for either.

Since then he had improved greatly, if anything inspired by the gruesome entry into sex to become the best he could be.

Alex was going to take Helena to the grand opening of Splashcity. The waterpark had been in the news for the last few months, increasing its hype with profiles on its record-breaking water-slides and the recent heatwave. The first hundred people would have free entry for the rest of the summer. After getting completely sloshed a few nights ago in an air condition-less bar, drunken Alex and Helena promised each other that they would have these free summer passes.

As he pulled into her drive way, he couldn't stop daydreaming about the eventuality of things. Not only would he have the buxom redhead as eye candy all summer, but the two likely were going to take it to the next level today. Flirting had reached a boiling point. Alex was assured by purring phone calls and steamy texts by Helena that nothing goes better with water parks then raunchy sex during and after.

He pressed the doorbell. This was it. He could already imagine Helena heaving down the stairs as her breasts jiggled under the snug green triangles of her bikini. The door opened.

"Oh hey Alex." His cock continued to throb regardless of Helena's mother answering the door. She was quite the bombshell herself. Monica was only about a head taller than her oldest daughter, both of them fairly petite at the low end of five feet. Monica was a tad more full figured than her daughter. When he and Helena were going out in high school, Monica verged close to chubby and was still extremely attractive. Since then, she had dropped some weight and was working hard on keeping up her figure. It was certainly paying off. She wore a simple soft pink cotton robe, flashing that usual smile of hers. "Helena still hasn't gotten back yet. Did you two have plans today? I thought I heard you two talking about that waterpark opening today." 

"Yea..." He said, mind distracted from Monica's cleavage for once as he looked over and noticed Helena's car still parked in the driveway. 

Her mom must have picked up on his glance. "She left last night with that Aaron fellow." She said, voice going soft and regretful as she was putting together that he just got stood up by her daughter. "Mmhmm..." He murmured. It was hard to be too surprised though. Helena was infamous for these kind of spontaneous acts of immaturity. Not to mention her cheating on him a number of times from their first tryst had pretty much numbed him to fact she was likely in bed with this Aaron at this exact moment.

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"I guess... I guess I could go."

He was currently grinning from ear to ear having heard that. 

Monica had let him in to get out of the heat. After some small talk, he suggested that he take her instead. At first she declined. The single mother rolled her eyes, said she was flattered but thought she was a bit too old to go to a water park out of the blue like this. Alex replied that she was absolutely crazy to think that and promised her she would have a blast. Finally, when she mentioned that she had to go tanning today, Alex countered that she would be in a bikini anyway. She gave him a brief smirk, explaining that she didn't wear a bikini when she tanned. 

The comment had an effect on both of them. Alex could feel himself throb into his swimming trunk as the obvious mental image came into mind; the buxom housewife completely nude and slicked with suntan oil, slipping into the UV coffin. Monica blushed, her heart racing a bit. She couldn't believe she had just told that to the same boy who had dated her daughter in high school. The mother of two couldn't help it though... it felt so good to be wanted.

"Look, you'll have great time and get to show off that amazing body."

That had done it. 

"You really think so?" She looked down at herself and smiled up at Alex. "Didn't think I'd be impressing some your age. Helena is pretty tough competition." She mused playfully.

"If you promise not to tell her, I think you have her beat." That made her cheeks redden further and finally she shook her head yes.

"Alright, alright. You win. Just let me grab my swimsuit."

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The truck rumbled as it pushed 80 down the country road. Speed, lack of a suspension and the poorly paved road made it all fairly difficult for the girl next to him. "They have changing rooms there you know." Alex said, eyes darting over to his side. 

Kelly had still been in the towel as she raced out of the house. Apparently she was as fanatic to win that contest as he was, if not more. She grabbed her swimsuit and her purse and that was it.

Now she was unfolding that towel from herself, unabashedly nude as he drove. He tried to play it cool, attempting to at least. He peeked. Through the small glances, he had found that her body in his dream was close to reality. Her nipples were tiny, pink like small bubblegum-hued coins. Her tan complexion made them pop right out, seeming so much more lewd in contrast. With her position, he couldn't get a great peak of her pussy, but it was obvious she kept it shaved bald. As if she needed to look younger...

"No! That'll waste more time. Plus those places are gross. I don't care if its the first day. I steer clear of public changing rooms."

"But my truck is fine?"

She stopped as she was tying up the back of her bikini and glared at him. "Are you seriously complaining?" 

"Just giving you a hard time. Starting to get sick of high school girls changing in my truck all the time." He said sarcastically. 

"Not in high school anymore~" She corrected him, singsong in tone as she pushed her hips up, peeling the small red triangle up higher and higher till it covered her hairless sex.

"Yea, I guess that's right. I was there and everything."

"Mhmm..." She came back to the top, plucking the red patches into place. "Nice that you came. Even if it was just to be around Helena."

"No no. I was happy to be there. I've known you almost as long as her." 

"Yea." She said and then paused for a bit, looking out the window. "How are we doing on time?"

"It's getting close. We should just barely make it."

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"How much time do we have?" Monica asked as she heaved up into his truck. 

Alex checked the time on his cell phone and answered, "Plenty of time." 

She was eying the house after he mentioned it. Alex caught her glance and raised a brow.

"Forgot something?" He asked.

"No... Well... I guess I just grabbed Kelly's top on accident."

Alex looked down to see what she was talking about. The red triangles of the bikini were stretched taut by the heft of her breasts. On Kelly's C cups they might have been reasonable. However, on her mother's sizable D-to-DDs, they were at a critical threshold. Her tanning was having some effect, the pale mother of two now had a soft healthy glow to her. Her playful remark earlier about tanning nude was also now half-way proved as the bountiful amount of flesh exposed showed no sign of tan lines of any sort. It made him wonder about the bottom half.

"It looks fine, Monica." He assured her, somewhat for his own benefit. 

Monica blushed, looking down at her chest and then up at him. Feeling a bit bold, she figured to just go as is.

It was becoming clear to Alex that Helena's mom was looking for some adventure. As they drove, he eyed the same Starbucks that he had neglected earlier. Seeing as they had some time to spare, he turned in.

"Venti Redeye. Lots of sugar. Then get you whatever you want," He instructed her, handing her a twenty after parking out front. 

Monica blinked and looked at him like he was crazy. 

"Oh~? And why can't you go in and get it mister?" Monica huffed at his assumptive command.

Alex leered at her and popped the locks. "It'll be more fun if you go. Now come on, we've got a schedule to keep."

"Fine." Monica said, snatching the twenty and then opening up the door. As she hopped out from the truck, Alex watched her ass sway under the clingy jean shorts she wore over her bikini bottoms. 

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"I can't believe we made it in time!" Kelly cheered, bouncing up and down for everyone to enjoy as the lined crept up bit by bit. Around his and her wrists coiled the sought after prize. The blue snap bracelets would grant them free entry for the rest of the summer. 

"Whew, you're telling me." Alex agreed as he eyed up the curve of the hill. They were waiting their turn at the biggest of the park's slides. The problem was about a hundred other people were waiting their turns too. He looked over to her in that tiny red bikini, wondering if this was going to be a regular sight from here on out. It was definitely something he'd be looking forward to.

She had caught him looking, giving him a coy smile and then grabbing his wrist. 

"Alex~ I'll be right back. Need to go find the little girl's room." She explained then departed, hurrying down the slope. 

There was some relief in her absence. The swimming trunks could only do so much in hiding his swelling length. He took this time to try and settle down. However when he got close to the top, he looked back down began to get concerned. She had been gone for a while. 

"Keep your hands to your sides and your legs down..." The attendant began to mutter for the millionth time today as he queued up next in life. Alex sighed and stepped back, beginning to make his own hike down the hill. His eyes shot around scanning the crowd but she didn't seem to be anywhere in the open. He figured to check the restrooms considering her parting words. 

Knock knock, his knuckles rapt against the ladies room door. "Kelly?"

"Alex?! Oh gosh." She sounded upset. "Some jerk yanked my top off on my way down and ran off."

As if on script, a group of guys were within earshot, hollering and laughing to each other as one particular fellow dangled a red bikini top around his neck like a trophy pelt.

"Yea. Let me go get that for you..." 

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"I still can't believe you made me do that." Monica hummed out happily. She was blushing like a schoolgirl after her first kiss, and had been ever since the coffee store. 

"It's all in good fun." He reminded the busty cougar he was currently side by side with. 

"It's been a while since I've had some good fun." She said, rocking her hip to the side and nudging his.

Alex couldn't remember the last time he was this hard. For public decency's sake, he had his crotch covered by one of the foam mats. He nudged back to her though, unable to resist flirting with her more. 

"Well, that's a damn shame. We'll have to do stuff like this more often." He offered, Monica fluttering her lashes and smirking as he made the suggestion.

"I'd like that Alex." She said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him ahead as they were brought up next in line. "Oh jeez~ You have to go down with me. I haven't been on a water slide for years." 

"Come on. It's not that bad, Monica."

"The commercials called it the most extreme water slide in the world! I'll probably end up breaking my neck!" She exclaimed, clenching his on to his arm now as she peaked down the slide.

"Fine. I'll go down with you scaredy-cat." He teased, walking them closer to the slide and then putting down the mat. "You go in front, and I'll be your seatbelt okay?"

"Keep your hands to the side... legs down..." The attendant said as they got into place. Monica carefully squatted down on the mat and then scoot forward. Alex settled behind her, arms locking around her tummy as the started to push off.

"Oh god I can't look." Monica squealed as they began to slide down bit by bit. Alex attempted to make her feel safer, arms squeezing her in closer. With their bodies so close, Alex came to the sudden realization that his bulging erection was mashing right into her ass. Monica seemed much more concerned about their descent then the slab of hard dick wedging between her ass cheeks. "Ohgodohgodohgod..." she murmured, tensing up as they began to pick up speed. 

The first hard turn came and swept them both to the right. Monica let out a girly "EEEEEE!" and then wiggled around. In the process, his hands shifted from her sides, up just a bit higher. His knuckles now grazed under her breasts. 

Swoosh! They were swept down faster, water splashing around and deluging the two as the mat started to wiggle out from under them. 

"Alex!" She cried as they went through a snaking set of curves that flung them around. By the time they were straightened out and plummeting fast again, she was giggling wildly and squirming back against him. They were now zooming down the last few yards of the slope. Her wet body was difficult to hold on to. When they began the trademark twisting tunnel of the slide, he grabbed onto whatever ever he could to keep her close. Even though it was dark, it was obvious that he had a handful of her breast and was squeezing the barely covered tit. When the tunnel turned to an almost straight drop, she more or less began to scream, clenching his hands against her.

They were deposited into a large pool, splashing as their bodies were engulfed. The two kicked up, breaking the surface and panting as they stared at each other with wide eyes.

"Again?" Alex asked eagerly, his hands now on her ass, holding her up against him. There wasn't much thought to it. It just felt natural. She didn't seem to mind either, nodding her head gingerly to answer.

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"Still hurt?" Kelly asked as she pressed the ice pack against his temple. 

"Stings a little, but not too bad. I don't even think it'll bruise." Alex said, reaching down to shift gears as they headed back on the highway.

He had gotten her bikini top back. First, he asked for it back. When it became clear that the 'gentleman' didn't want to cooperate, he demanded it back. As Alex was shoved by the jockish looking fellow with the spray-on tan, he let his instincts get the best of him. That is to say, he punched the guy. Alex slugged him right across the cheek. The problem with this course of action quickly arose. The guy had two friends. Alex managed to tag the second, but the third was able to avenge his two comrades with a powerful right hook. 

They were kicked out. After Kelly explained what had happened, Alex got to keep his summer pass but was still told he should leave for today. 

"Sorry you didn't even get in the water." The small blonde apologized feeling somehow guilty for the whole fiasco.

"Eh... I can just go sometime later this week. Not a big deal." He assured her.

"It was a real sweet thing to do though~. Standing up for me and all." She cooed, smiling at the older male and running her thumb gently across the welting wound on his face. "I'm going to make it up to you." She said, cheerful and playful in tone. 




Decisions, Decisions



Her hands were suddenly at his waist and tugging his swim trunks down.

"Whoa there. What you up to, girl?" He asked, steadying his hands on the wheel as she aggressively tugged them down and then snatched his bare cock into her hand. Her palm smoothed over the underside of his shaft, fingers coming closed around it when she came down to the base

"I told you. Making it up to you~" Kelly answered, pecking him on the cheek. 

Her hand pumped away, getting it nice and rigid. She didn't stop until she felt it strain and tense, standing straight up. Once her hand left, she lowered, leaning into his lap. Alex felt tongue, pink squishy tongue swirling around the equally pink crown of his manhood. He bit his lip and squeezed the steer wheel tighter. 

Her lips clung around tip. They inched down, hiding more and more of his stiff prick between her cheeks. Kelly's head bobbed as she began to suckle and slurp up and down his cock. Slick trails of saliva were left with each eager gulp. 

"Kelly... I.." He was going to protest, fearing that her talent was making it difficult for him to drive. Luckily their exit was coming up. The truck began its rumbling shift to the right. Meanwhile, the eighteen-year-old girl was tilting her head and lapping across the the length of his shaft. This gave him some time to pull off into the nearest parking lot. Alex gave a long, pleased groan as his truck came to a stop and he turned the keys. 

"You can cum in my mouth. Just let go when you feel like it." She let him know, lips plopping off from the tip as she stroked it fast. Alex nodded and grunted, feeling the pressure build. Those perfect pink lips enveloped his member again, returning to her lavish suckling bobs up and down. The sensations mesmerized him, preventing him from holding back. That equated to Kelly receiving a mouthful and half of his creamy white spunk. 

His vision blurred for a good minute or two from the sheer intensity of his climax. When he could finally see straight, he looked down at his lap. There he would find Kelly dutifully tongue-bathing his cock clean of any lewd remainder. 

"I gotta punch guys more often." He mused aloud, affectionately combing through her hair.

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Monica was radiant as she sat wrapped up in her towel. 

"Alex... that was..." She began to say, lit up with glee. "Really just the best time I've had in a while. Made me feel like a teen again." 

Alex nodded, looking over to her and returned the smile.

"Glad I to hear, Monica. I had a blast too. We'll have to make good use of those free summer passes." 

There was something mischievous in her eyes as she looked over him.

"And you aren't embarrassed to bring some old hag along with you?" She asked with a pout.

Alex rose a brow and laughed. "Monica, have you looked in a mirror recently? You were the hottest girl there. I'm fine with bringing you as arm-candy. Hell, I've been attracted to you since I first started going out with Helena."

"Really?" She asked, seemingly stunned.

"Oh yea. Only got better looking over the years too."

Monica was blushing once again, although there was no reserved bashfulness at this point.

"You're such a sweetheart, Alex." She purred, smiling towards him hungrily. An idea popped into her head as she giggled and began to fish through her bag. From it she exhumed a dark amber bottle from inside it, pouring the slippery contents from it into her palm. Her other hand snagged his swim trunks and abruptly pulled them down to his knees.

"Whoa there." Alex said, surprised, but pleasantly so. 

His member was quickly brought to a glistening polish as she stroked him in thorough pumping jerks.

"Just thought you deserved a treat."

"I've been a good boy?"

"A very good boy." Her honeyed voice half-whispering against his ear as she scoot closer to him while having him an extremely slick handjob. She would milk him, squeezing as it got closer to the tip and then twisting a little around the base. The motion became fluid and rapid, her lips nipping at him as he held onto the steer wheel with a death grip. The experienced and nurturing touch Monica had was quickly bringing him to the edge. 

"Don't hold back, sweety. There's plenty more where this came from." She nuzzled into his neck and gave the head a coaxing rub down with her palm. Monica returned to pumping him. With her a deep grunting groan, Alex let go and soon there was an eruption of gooey cum covering his lap, her hand and the bottom half of the steering wheel. 

There was also a small bit that had nailed him on the chin. Monica was nice enough after giggling to lick it off for him.

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Kelly had disappeared, leaving him on her bed butt-naked. Alex looked around, releasing oddly that after years of knowing Helena, he had never once seen the inside of her little sister's room. There wasn't any big surprises. She had an alarming amount of panties laying around but that was it. As he waited for her to come back, he tried to count all the ones scattered about. Around thirty-seven, he saw the door open. His attention was immediately brought to Kelly who was in nothing but her bikini top. Her hands reached behind her and undid the the back of it. As she sauntered to him, she had a playful glint in her eyes.

"So...?" He asked, curious why she had asked him to hold on a minute when he had just been in the middle of plunging her pussy.

"I want to try something with you." She said, still not really explaining what was going on. When she straddled him, the way her rump was humping back against his cock gave him a good idea as to what she was getting at. The big clue was the fact that her pucker and the inside of her cheeks had been lubed up preemptively, alluding to what she had just been up to.

"All yours." Alex said, leaning up on his elbows and flexing his cock. The shaft nudged into her a bit, the tip kissing at her slippery rosebud.

"Alright." She was wide-eyed, wiggling around and getting into position. With a slow dip down, her hips guided her ass onto his meaty rod. He was nice enough to grab it and lead it, prodding into her tight ass. The tip pushed in without too much trouble. The rest of his shaft was a whole process. He let her to take at her own speed, simply just holding it up by the base as she lowered herself down. Kelly showed some moxy as she sank down in determined jaunts. When she had it hilted, she groaned, eyes half-slitted. She spent a long moment squirming and adjusting to the girth. The naughty-raunchy feeling of being filled so lewdly drove her to a panting, glossy-eyed state. It didn't take long before she was bouncing up and down his turgid length. Alex reached up, steadying her hips and bringing his own to meet in stride. "Ohhhfuck why does that feel so good?" She exclaimed, both hands on his chest as she gyrated and rode him into a frenzy. Alex searched for an answered and would eventually find one after short bouts of moaning and huffing.

"Mmm dirty nasty sex is always the best." He managed to get out between groaning heaves of his hips, pounding her booty as he took over the pace. Alex rocked his hips rapidly, making her bounce around erratically. 

Kelly agreed, whining out and reaching up to tug at her own bubblegum pink nipples. One stayed to cater to the hardened bead, while her other crawled down her tummy, past her navel. The barely legal teen frantically started to frig her pussy, making fast anxious circles over her clitty with a pair of digits. 

Alex figured he could give her hand, sitting up and stuffing a pair of his fingers into her pussy. He kept an arm hooked around her waist, keeping her locked onto his cock and forcing their strides to short staccato thrusts. Her moans climbed into screams. Her hips started to shudder. Her pussy started to gush, squirting over his lap and drenching his hand. Near simultaneously, Alex squirmed around uncontrollably. It was a clear sign of the inevitable. Soon her rectum was being flooded with his cum, white washing the inside of her ass.

The two slumped against each other, sweaty, satisfied. 

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"Alex!" Monica exclaimed, slapping at his shoulder as he pulled her out of his truck and started to carry her into the house. "The neighbors." She giggled, giving a nervous look around before being swept into the house.

Once in the two floor abode, Alex put her down and then smacked her ass. 

"Ow! You better better play nice mister. That's no way to behave after being pampered like you did back in the car."

"Oh. You're absolutely right. Where are my manners." He began to drop down onto his knees. On his way down, he hooked his thumbs into her bikini bottoms and dragged the rose red garment down with him. "Bend over."

Monica did just that, gripping the banister of the stairs as she pushed her back end out and spread. This gave Alex a lovely view of her puffy eager-looking pussy lips, framed by well-trimmed wisps of soft gold. Her bottom was luscious, kept delightfully firm all these years. Between the two plump cheeks, he could make out the winking iris of her ass as well. His attention was drawn back down to her pussy, his tongue making an etch over the splayed lips. Alex rubbed over her hips and thighs, tracing her pussy lips with the tip of his tongue now. It was all a prelude for his the same pink oral muscle to jab between and begin lashing across her slit. The angle and positioning was lovely, leaving him to slurp from the clit up to her drooling canal. 

"Ooh~ Alex don't stop~" She murmured dreamily, gently writhing back against his mouth. He obeyed, continuing a steady assault on little perky love button. Her clitty was being licked constantly, only stopping once and a while to suckle at it. She didn't seem to mind, moaning and shaking a little each time. 

"Fuck baby... I'm getting so close." She pleaded, spreading out further. Alex jammed his tongue into her and swirled it around, finding him moaning at the taste alone. Her scent had left him hypnotized a long time before that though. He was sated to just kneel here for the rest of his life and service her cunny orally by this point.

"No no..." She shrugged away, stumbling over to the stairs. Monica pulled her legs back against her chest and eyed him. "Fuck me... please fuck me..." She begged, out of her mind with lust.

Alex didn't even bother opening his mouth to answer. He turned and loomed over her. She was mounted, her new boytoy scooping his hips down after discarding his trunks. The simple motion was enough to stamp his cockhead against her mound. With some squirming and shifting on both of their parts, Monica was stuffed to the hilt with his dick. He took no time in building up steam. As soon as he entered he slammed away, jackhammering her against stairs. 

"Ohfuckyessss" She hissed, mouthing over his chin and cheeks between long, passionate kisses. Even as their lips were locked, she would still moan and pant into the embrace. 

"Getting close, Monica." He mumbled, trying to keep up the pace even as he felt that familiar tingle in his loins. 

"Just go for it. Alex. Mmm do it baby." She huskily told him, her hands releasing her legs, letting them droop around his sides. She bent them, hooking her ankles into his ass cheeks to bring him deep into her. "OOHHHhhh CUM FOR MOMMY." She howled, nails clawing over his chest as her hips spasmed and stuttered in their bucking back up against his. 

Alex couldn't take it any longer. 

The brown haired boy leaned in and snatched one of her juicy nipples between his lips. He suckled hard, tongue batting across the hardened tip as he furiously rammed away. His mind was numbing at the pleasure flooding his senses. She was cooing, stroking through his hair as her orgasm was now redoubled, splintering into a salvo of micro-apexes. With Monica climaxing over and over, his cock was getting squeezed and milked on for all it was worth. Her tempting twat was demanding he make a deposit. 

Her only warning would be the rumbling moan muffled by her tit that he let out, ass tensing visibly as his balls emptied into her. The churning splatter of his seed inside her went on and on, sending her over the edge once more for the countless time in this session. 

The two ended up tangled in each other, petting and kissing one another in their shared afterglow. "Very... very good boy..." She cooed happily, stroking his cheek. 

Alex could only smile and kiss her, although his cock did begin to stiffen once more at the words.

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Alex emerged from bedroom door, shutting it very carefully behind him. 

He had left her with a promise to be back tomorrow and sealed it with a long lavish kiss. Now he began his march towards the front door. 

Before he could turn the knob, it swung open to reveal Helena barreling through in a teary fit. 

She stood stunned, looking at him confused as she wiped at her eyes. "What the hell are you doing here?," She asked between sniffling whines.

"It's a long story." He answered ambiguously. "Whats got you so worked up?"

"Aaron... I'm sorry for ditching you. He was a jerk... " She said with a pathetic pout.

"No. Worked out fine for me." He said with a shrug, walking past her towards the door. 

"You're not going to leave me like this are you?" She pleaded in a shrill whimper. 

Helena knew how to work him. The princess-in-peril tone of her voice had him turning towards her and giving it a second thought. Alex let out a long, contemplative sigh.

Would he stay?

Or would he go?