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Double Whammy

By: coaster2



There is no sex in this story, other than implied. It's a story of how people react to the circumstances they are in. It's also a story about luck ... good and bad.

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My name is Jacob Phaltz, but almost everyone knows me as Jake. My parents emigrated from West Germany in 1979, well before the reunification of their home country. My mother was pregnant with me when they left and I was born here in Canada. They landed in Montréal and my father set about looking for work as a goldsmith. He was trained in Germany, and with his background he had little trouble finding a job. I was an only child for a while, but a couple of years later, my mother gave birth to my brother, Michael. Young Mike is quite an athlete, currently playing professional soccer with the Montréal Impact.

My father prospered in his trade and not long after Mike was born, he opened his own jewelry shop in the west end. He makes a good living for himself and my mother. They own a nice house in Beaconsfield and spend some time in Florida in the winter. Father has two talented goldsmiths working for him now, so he isn't tied to his shop every minute of every day. When I talk to Mom, I get the feeling she is very pleased and satisfied with their life. I'm happy for them.

I was an ordinary student in school, as much interested in girls and hockey as I was in my studies. I graduated with a C+ average, with my only really good grade in the English language. Fat lot of good that did me in Québec. 

I immediately went out looking for a job. My spoken French was only adequate, while my written French was much better. It was a struggle to find a decent job with a future in French speaking Québec with the Parti Québécois running the show. They had little tolerance for Anglais, and I had problems finding meaningful employment.

I finally took a job with a Vancouver-based wholesale building materials company that was just setting up in Montréal. I worked on the customer service desk for a year before an opening came up in Vancouver. It was a bigger operation and paid more, so I put in my application. 

I was surprised when I was accepted. I thought there would be a dog-fight for the job, but I learned later it was my French skills that tipped the scales. I never did figure out why that would be important in British Columbia.

I moved to Vancouver and immediately discovered I had found my future home. It was so completely different from Montréal, so much more modern and ... west coast! Everything seemed new. Of course, I landed there during a nice summer and that didn't hurt either. 

One trip to the beaches and I was hooked. It might have been the bikinis, or it might have been the mountains, or maybe even the freighters anchored in the bay. I didn't care. This was where I wanted to be. I haven't changed my mind and I don't suppose I ever will.

I made some friends along the way. Some from work and some from the hockey games we played at the three-rink multiplex. I'd never played junior hockey but I loved the game, and since I was single and had lots of time, I joined a beer league. 

Low and behold, I was a first line defenseman on an electrical company's team. It didn't take long to figure out it was because I could skate backwards. I didn't care. It was fun and something to do that kept me fit and occupied.

At the end of the season, we had an outdoor barbeque for the team and all the families and friends who had supported us. It was there that I met Judy Hansen. Judy and I hit it off because, like me, she was an Anglais from Montréal. 

In her case, she was from Dollard-des-Ormeaux, just west of the airport at Dorval. We had lots to talk about and it got us off on the way to becoming a couple.

We exchanged numbers and I called her couple of days later and asked her for a date. She said yes, and that's how it all started. Judy is a good looking woman. Not a knock-out mind you, but still very attractive. I sneaked a look at her driver's license one day and found she was 170cm (5' 7") and 60 kilos (132 lbs.). 

She has dark brown hair, cut short around her neck and she needs little to take care of it. She calls it her wash-and-wear hair. She doesn't wear a lot of makeup, but then in my opinion, she doesn't need to. She has a nice body, with medium sized breasts and a slim backside, plus great legs. When she wears slacks, she looks very elegant. She has excellent posture and it helps accentuate her good looks. She also looks good in a bikini.

Judy and I went out regularly and within a year, I proposed and she accepted, although not immediately. We had been discussing the future before I popped the question and it was obvious to me that she wanted some assurance that I was going to be something more than a customer service rep. I told her that I had asked for an opportunity in sales and had been promised a chance when the next vacancy came about. That seemed to satisfy her. 

We had been having sex for a few months now, and Judy was an enthusiastic lover, although a bit conventional. She wasn't interested in giving oral sex, but she liked it when I gave it. I really couldn't complain. We were intimate several times a week and she appeared to be satisfied with my performance. Not wild monkey sex as you can probably gather, but I didn't think she was very experienced.

Judy worked at a laboratory that did medical testing for the private clinics around the province. She had trained hard to become a technician and she was very proud of her status. She liked the work and liked the people she worked with. They were all women except for their boss, Bob Turnbull.

When we planned our future life together, we sat down and looked at what our combined incomes would be. If I got the sales job, we would have close to ninety thousand dollars, not counting any bonuses I might earn. It might even allow us to buy a house in the red-hot market we were facing. 

So Judy accepted my proposal, conditional on my getting the sales job. Happily, it came along a few months later and we set the date. I called my parents and my brother to tell them the good news, and they were very happy for me. Judy indicated her parents were a little more wary, but happy just the same. Both parents made plans to be at the wedding.

We were married in a small church in the suburbs that had time available the following April. I met Judy's family for the first time and I have to say, they were pretty cool toward me. I wondered why, but Judy dismissed my concerns. My folks were in good spirits and welcomed Judy to the family. But again, her parents didn't seem to warm to my folks either. 

On the other hand, Judy seemed to be quite friendly with Mike. Perhaps because he was a professional athlete or maybe they just hit it off. At least it took some of the pressure off during the reception. 

We went on a short honeymoon to Victoria and Seattle before coming home and settling down in our rented apartment. I was working hard to do well in my new sales job and so far, my boss was happy with my results. I had some objectives to reach this year and by mid-year, I was pretty sure I was going to achieve them. 

Judy was happy to continue working in the lab. Her hours were more predictable than mine; seven-thirty am to four pm. Mine were irregular, often spending four or more hours on the road traveling from customer to customer, arriving home after six pm after battling heavy commuter traffic.

Life went along quite smoothly for us. We finally saved enough money to put a down payment on a townhouse in the suburbs and celebrated our third anniversary a week after we moved in. This would be our stepping-stone to a proper home someday in the future. 

We talked about starting a family, but Judy was adamant that she didn't want to do that until we were more financially secure. She never was able to articulate just when that would be, but since we were both young, not yet twenty-five, there was no panic. 

As with any marriage, things tended to slow down a bit in the sex department. Before we were married, we were having sex four or five times a week, except when she was having her period. That dropped to three times weekly after the first three years, and then as time went by, we were down to once or twice a week. When you're working hard, as I was, you don't notice these things right away, but after a while I did, and mentioned it to Judy.

"Judy, we don't seem to be making love as often as we used to. Is there any reason for that?" I started the conversation after supper one night when we were just sitting quietly on the back balcony of the townhouse.

"No. Why would there be?" The way she answered sounded strange to me. I suppose defensive, but a bit aggressive too.

"I don't know. We used to get together at least three times a week, but not lately."

"Well, we're both working hard and after all, you can't expect us to be full of energy every night." Again, I got that slightly aggressive tone.

"I suppose. But I do miss it. Making love to you is something I really enjoy." I was trying to make it sound inviting to her.

"You'll just have to get used to enjoying it a little less often for now. I'm not always in the mood, you know." I wasn't getting a very sympathetic hearing. I decided in the interests of peace that I wouldn't pursue the matter any further that night. But, it would get revisited.

Our lovemaking didn't decline any further and I eventually became accustomed to the reduced frequency, assuming that it was the pace that Judy found comfortable. I wanted more, but I had come to realize not all couples, regardless of how long they were together, would want the same things at the same time. When I came to think about it, I really couldn't complain. We seemed to be happy and successful, on our way to a long and fruitful marriage.

I suppose it's hard to imagine how a happily married man could have a best friend who was a woman, but it happened to me. What's more remarkable about it is the fact that there was no sexual connotation to our friendship. It really was a "best friends" relationship. It happened when Cindy and Al Willows moved in next door. Our townhouse was an end unit, so we only had one attached neighbour. 

Cindy and Al proved to be an interesting, but different couple. She was a stay-at-home mom with two children in elementary school. Al was a car salesman at a local Chevrolet dealer. Cindy was a no-nonsense kind of gal with a wicked sense of humour, a quick mind, and a sharp tongue featuring some salty language. She was thirty years old and had been married to Al for ten years. 

She was a bit taller than Judy, but she had a much more developed body. Her hair was reddish-blonde, curly and cut short. Her eyes were deep blue and she had beautiful white teeth when she laughed, which was often. Her complexion showed some scarring from acne, but she didn't seem self-conscious about it.

She freely admitted that Al had "knocked her up" and then did the honorable thing and married her. They had two children, Annabeth, the ten-year-old love child, now in grade five, and Bradley, a seven-year-old in grade two.

Al, or Alvin as Cindy occasionally called him when she was irritated with him, was the same age as Cindy, but a different personality. He was a bit less than six feet, with red curly hair, a ruddy complexion and big, white teeth. He dressed in flashy suits with brightly coloured ties, wearing a Rolex knock-off on his wrist and a large, gold ring with a red stone on his right pinkie. If someone had told him that this is what a car salesman should wear, Al must have believed him.

If you listened to him, you'd think he was general manager of the dealership instead of one of the rank-and-file salesmen. He was one of those guys that you either loved because he was always up, or who irritated the hell out of you because he never learned when to turn it off. Unfortunately, I was in the latter category.

Judy didn't have too high an opinion of Cindy, but seemed neutral toward Al. On the other hand, I liked the straightforward Cindy and we became quite good friends over the next few months. I also liked her kids. Annie, as she was mostly known, was polite and cute as a button. She would be a real heartbreaker in a few years. Her mother was a fine looking woman to start with, but Annie was going to be something special.

Brad was a fun-loving kid who loved to play and was always in good spirits. Like his sister, he was very polite and that goes a long way with me. 

Judy, unfortunately, didn't want much to do with the kids. That worried me for our future. Was she sending me a message that she didn't want children? She couldn't help but like these two, could she? If we were going to have children, I wanted them to be just like Annie and Brad.

It was this past spring that things started to go downhill for us. We had just about saved enough to buy a house after six years of marriage. Without any warning, I was called into a meeting at headquarters and the entire staff was notified that the company had been sold to our competitor, and our branch would be closed. 

Just like that, I was unemployed. I had four months severance plus we had our savings, but it was a shock and I was really knocked back.

When I told Judy what had happened, she got mad. Mad at me for wasting my years with a company that just disappeared. Mad at the company. Mad at life in general. I got the distinct impression she was disappointed in me. That I had let her down. That this was my fault. It didn't do my spirits any good to have that heaped on me. 

I started looking right away of course, but there were no jobs locally in my field of expertise. Judy would get up, give me a remote peck on the cheek and head off to work. I would scour the want ads, try to arrange appointments, and drink more coffee than I was used to. After two fruitless weeks, I was depressed and I guess it showed. I was sitting on my bedroom balcony one morning, coffee in hand, staring into the distance when I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, handsome, got any more of that coffee?"

It was Cindy and I had to smile. She had decided, for what ever reason, that I should be known as "Handsome" and freely called me that, even when Al and Judy were present. It didn't seem to upset either of them, so I just accepted the moniker.

"Come on over. The back door's unlocked. I'll meet you in the kitchen."

I was reaching for the cream when Cindy pranced through the back door into the kitchen and flashed me her best smile. Just seeing her do that helped lift my spirits. 

"So what are you doing home in the middle of the morning these days? Sick leave?"

"I wish. I got let go the Friday before last. The company has been sold and the whole staff is out of work."

"Shit ... that stinks," she said. "So, I take it you're looking?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately, I was in a shrinking industry and it just shrunk a lot further. It's pretty much all I know, so I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I've got my résumé in at all the other places, but it doesn't look good. I can try at the retail level, but they don't pay anything like what I was earning."

"Huh," she muttered. Then I watched her as her mind started working. I knew Cindy well enough now that she had already taken on the responsibility of trying to help. It was interesting to see the contrast between Judy and Cindy's attitudes. I sat quietly, sipping my coffee as Cindy pondered.

"Jake ... remind me. When you were in school, what was your best subject?"

"English. I seemed to have a feel for it. I mean, writing. For a while I thought about being a writer. Maybe working on a newspaper or a magazine. Unfortunately, that's another industry that's getting smaller."

"Yeah. I thought you told me that. I have a girlfriend who's a writer. She writes manuals and instructions and things like that. She works from home. All she needs is a computer and an internet connection. She told me a while ago that she was turning down business because she was working so much. I don't know how much it pays, but she has a nice new Mazda and a fancy condo in the city. It must pay something."

"Hummphf. I'd never even though of that," I admitted.

"Tell you what, handsome. I'll give her a call if I can use your phone and you can talk to her. Maybe she can put you on to something."

"Great! Thank you, Cindy."

Her name was Paula Woods and I caught her just at the right time. When Cindy handed me the phone, I offered to call back later when she wasn't so busy, but she said she was taking a break, and since I was a friend of Cindy, she'd be happy to talk to me. 

She had been in the same situation that I was in. Out of work and needing a job. She had answered an ad in one of the local papers and met with the manager of this import/export business. He needed someone to write manuals and instructions for imported products that came from China and other Far East countries. The English versions they were sending were useless, if not downright hilarious. He wanted a practical instruction sheet in English for his customers that would give them the right information. Paula signed on and has never looked back.

"They keep after me about finding someone who can translate into French, too. They're paying one of these translation services, but it's very expensive. He wants someone in-house to handle it. He can find bi-lingual people, but not writers. He needs both together. He's also in the machinery business and it's a real problem getting a decent owner's manual prepared. That's not something I can do."

Paula gave me the name of the agency that was importing the machines as well as the name of her contact. I asked if I could mention her name and she happily agreed. I turned the phone over to Cindy for the girls to have a quick chat while I poured myself and her another coffee.

"Cindy, you and Paula may just have saved my life. I don't know how to thank you."

"No need. It was fun to watch you light up again. You looked pretty down this morning."

"Yeah. Well, I don't think Judy has come to grips with our situation yet. She's not very happy with me being out of work. It really puts a crimp in our plans."

"Jesus, Jake! You didn't get fired. What happened to you happens to all kinds of people everyday. It isn't their fault. It's just the way things are right now. I don't know how many times Al has come home with a hang-dog look because he was down near the bottom of the totem pole that month, wondering if they were going to fire him. I'd give him a little pep-talk and a nice warm roll in the hay, and he's up and at 'em the next morning," she laughed.

"Sounds like a winning formula," I agreed. I was envious of Al that Cindy could handle a situation that way when Judy was so negative. No pep talk. No roll in the hay.

I picked up the phone again and called the number I had copied from Paula, and asked for Mr. Louie. He came on the line a minute later and I told him I had been talking to Paula Woods and she suggested I call him. I told him I could write French as well as compose copy fairly well and would be willing to give him a free sample to prove my point.

Mr. Louie, who spoke fairly good English, jumped at the chance, asking if I could meet him this afternoon. It just so happened I had the afternoon free and we arranged an appointment for two p.m. I hung up the phone and walked over to Cindy and gave her a big hug.

"You don't know how good this feels, Cindy." I damn near had tears in my eyes. I had a chance and I was going to grab it with both hands.

Cindy just grinned and sipped her coffee. "Glad to help."

Cindy headed back home just after eleven, and I whipped upstairs to shower, shave, and brush my teeth. I picked out a clean dress shirt, my navy blazer, and tan slacks, choosing to change after I'd made my lunch. No point in taking a chance on spilling food on my clean shirt or tie.


Double Whammy



Gary was a happy guy because he had the best of both worlds - although it was never planned. And indeed never could have been planned, This is his story from his own lips...

The day I met Anthea my whole world changed and when she took me home to meet her recently divorced mum, I guessed it was serious and she wanted more than just a casual relationship. And when she, with the agreement of her mum, asked me to move in with her I was over the moon.

The fact too that Anthea said it would not cost a penny because the house belonged to Mum, and it was large enough for us all, and we would have our own space too.

I was in heaven sure enough and being with a girl who I really loved and cherished made it all great.

I hadn't accounted for what was going to happen though when Anthea was at work.

I worked nights so had to take my sleep during daytime but this worked out well because Anthea and I both had weekends off when we could make up for loss time and spend some real quality time together.

But occasionally, if Anthea did not sleep in we usually had an overlap of an hour, with me arriving home from work an hour or so before she left, so - just how the mood took us we were able to enjoy a quickie before she had her breakfast cereal.

Crunchy nuts were her favourite!

And that was always a bit of a joke between us because she always made a point of telling me just how much she enjoyed her crunchy nuts! 

But it did come as a surprise when, one morning when I was just aboutto slumber her mum joined me in bed. I assumed it was Anthea who'd somehow got the day off and returned home.

But then I realised the scent was different, the touch and the style was different as I felt her lips brush my neck.. I sat up with a jerk and discovered it was Anthea's mum.

She just put her fingers to her lips and said to hush, that no one ever need know - and anyway why shouldn't a mum have some of the glory.

I couldn't believe it, it was all foreign to me, and what if Anthea found out! At the same time I didn't want to upset Jennifer (that was her mums name) being as she had been so good with in taking me in.

"I don't want to come between you" I said. 

But her reply was daunting and quite unexpected:

"Just cum on me then and I will be happy!" she whispered with a wicked smile, her fingers walking down the middle of my chest.

"Look Jennifer, I happen to love your daughter and this just wouldn't be ethical."

But that didn't stop her, she was some hungry woman that's for sure and it seemed her passion was running away with her.

"Just a little Gary" she plead. I like you so much and feel a certain wanting with you. It doesn't have to be the whole business" she whispered, " I will be happy just to enjoy you just like this?"

In a moment her fingers were where she wanted and it was like heaven. She had a beautiful touch and for a woman twenty years my senior she had everything, just like her daughter.

"It is just I have missed a man so very much since Eric left me for a younger bit of stuff, I shall never forgive him for that, never.

Then she squeezed me down there. Like it was a natural thing to do, and it felt that way.

"No" I said firmly, I cannot do this.

"Look, all I want is just some soothing, Gary. It wont be like we are cheating on Anthea because all I want is oral."

My mind was saying no but my body was writhing, the way she was touching me, feeling me.

She slowly peeled down the duvet, I was wearing my boxer shorts, the ones I wear for bed.

"Mm! Lovely" Jennifer said looking down and smoothing me through my boxers.

"That feel nice Gary?"

I just could not move, my body felt like it wanted what she was doing, and when she altered her position and bent down to me I knew what she was about as I closed my eyes and felt the smoothness and heat of her mouth surround me.

She quietly moaned as she did the business and it felt so nice I was happy to relax and put aside any concerns I had.

"It is lovely, simply lovely" she breathed when coming up for air Anthea is a lucky girl indeed and I think it is only right I share some of the spoils -and from what I observe Freddy is not objecting one iota" she chuckled before taking another mouthful of my now very well erect and throbbing cock.

I wondered how she knew the name we called it, she must have been listening at keyholes, but anyway what she was doing to 'Freddy' was magic and all the time the deep feeling started to build into an inferno and I felt I had to tell her that if she didn't stop I would...

Coming up for a quick breather she just whispered for me to let go and she would go all the way, the feel of her fingers gently squeeze my balls as she began to suck me hard signified that she wanted just that, and I realised I was about to do something I had never yet done with her daughter.

But as she seemed to be enjoying it so much, like she was an animal deep sucking me I at last submitted and felt the energy rise up from my groin and I felt the sudden release of everything exploding and even then Jenner didn't stop, She was still sucking away, I could see my cream spilling from the corners of her mouth and she lapping it up like a cat at its milk.

After that I felt so very soothed and good that I just fell to sleep and when, in the afternoon, before her daughter returned there was Jennifer happily standing there with a cup of tea and thanking me for earlier!

"You don't know what that did for me" she smiled. It was so wonderful."

"But what about Angela?" I asked concerned.

"Shush, there is nothing to tell is there?, It is something I so very much enjoy and don't tell me you didn't! You are beautifully equipped and I love to spoil you."

And so started an ongoing double whammy so to speak. Occasionally, when Angela and I had fucked before she left for work I guessed I was in for a break because, sure enough, her mother knew we'd just fucked and I assumed she would not want her morning 'dose' as she put it.

Who was I kidding!

"You don't know much about this woman do you, Gary? because if you did, you'd know that to taste you fresh fucked is a real turn on for me, and a double bonus too, you take longer to cum which gives this hungry woman a longer dose of quality cock.

"You are so very naughty Jennifer" I said as she quite blatantly helped herself, this time perched on the carpet beside the bed, her head in line with what she wanted and I was treated to the most magnificent prolonged cock sucking of a lifetime, it must have been a good hour before I reached anything and sure enough, it was true what she said, that she could enjoy her habit much longer and that went both ways. 

And do you know something, I never touched her, she didn't want that, she was absolutely content and gratified to spoil me so that we could enjoy our little quality time together and honestly declare that we never fucked.

I knew I would not have found it difficult to fuck her, she looked so enticing the way she looked for me, her lovely shaped legs, just like her daughter's wrapped in very sexy black stockings with the very sexy red frilled panty girdle and how of white thigh above stocking tops. Yes I could have fucked her and no mistake, but she took me to where she wanted to go by which time I was so truly spent, there would have been nothing more to give.

"When I am sucking you, I feel the fuck you give my daughter" she said "and it is truly divine. Your cock is beautiful and I love to taste it so much, love to feel it respond in my mouth and against my tongue, love to suck and nibble the wonderful p-hole so warm and red and lovely until the delivery is made and I feel the hot spurt of that seed I hope will produce a grandchild for me soon."

Jennifer was truly bizarre and yet I feel at ease with her. And when I go to bed, and have managed to be with Angela before she left for work, and she has been on top of me having a wonderful time, I lay there with a sort of expectancy now when she has left. Like it is a second round coming up, but with her next of kin.

And now the way she does it, it feels like a fuck if I close my eyes, and those forever exploring gentle fingers of hers running up and down my thighs, around my balls and sometimes over my hind, and watching her bob up and down, eyes closed, moaning her pleasure; I feel so good in knowing I am pleasing both mother and daughter.

So it is our little secret.

And yet I know one day, it is just a question of time, Angela will come in unexpected and find her mum doing it to me,,, what then?



Double Whammy



It was a crazy thing to do; but when what is between a couple's legs is driving them more than what is between their ears, crazy things do happen.

He pushed me back against the wall, he took me in his arms, forced his body against me and his mouth covered mine. I did not object. Not one bit, because I wanted Tom as much as I knew he wanted me. I revelled in the feel of his erection pressing into my stomach, in fact, I squirmed against it. I loved my full breasts being squashed against his chest and I thrilled as his hand went up the back of my dress and squeezed the cheeks of my bottom that were bare to his touch as I was wearing a thong.

We were at a dinner party at my house. Kevin, my husband was holding court at the table in the dining room across the hallway. I had said that I would clear the dessert away. Tom along with his wife Annie and the two other female partners had offered to help.

"No, we must have a token male on the clear up party," Tom had said beaming his attractive smile at the other diners. "I insist that I be that and will help our hostess."

We collected up most of the dishes and spoons and took those to the kitchen.

"So we won't be disturbed," Tom said. "I'll get the rest of the stuff."

He came back with the serving plates.

"They are engrossed talking about the phone hacking," he said putting his arms on my shoulders. "Fuck I have been so lusting after you at dinner," he went on kissing me.

He pushed me backwards, gently. The kitchen is L-shaped so by going round the corner anybody coming into the kitchen would not see us before, hopefully, we would hear them. 

"When can we Amanda?" Tom said the next day when we spoke on the phone.

"I don't know."

"You do want to don't you?"

"Yes of course, in some ways, but it is adultery Tom."

"Yes I know and I have thought about that."

"I have never been unfaithful to Kevin, have you to Annie?"

"Yes, I am not proud to say that I have."

"Often?"

"No just the once."

"I see."

"It was a stupid one-night-stand when I was away on business in New York."

I laughed thinking that was precisely what Kevin had once said when I smelt perfume on his shirt. "It happens Tom."

"I want you Mandy."

"Tom we should stop this now."

"But you want to, you want me don't you?"

"I am so confused, I don't know what I do want."

"It is more than pure lust Amanda."

"Is it Tom, is it really?" I asked desperately wanting to hear that this was not just an animalistic sex thing with Tom for it was far more than that for me.

Something had been building up between us for probably two years. I certainly, and I think Tom too, was reluctant to acknowledge that our friendship was in danger of straying over that fine line between that and something else. Just what that something else might be, was unclear to me, but I found myself wanting to be with him, I appreciated his wit and humour more, enjoyed his intelligent conversation and yearned for him to touch me. I tried analysing what was happening and was not able to determine whether it was purely a sexual attraction or something more. Something much, much more. I have to admit that for much of that two-year period I was scared at the prospect of what might be

I had been married to Kevin for twenty-one years. We had one daughter and we led an almost idyllic life other than when Kevin strayed and that happened every few years or so, well that is those I found out about! Conversely, until recently, I had never even been tempted let alone done anything outside my marriage, but that was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain.

We had all the money we needed, a large house just outside London, a villa in Tuscany,' his 'n hers' Mercs and a thriving business that I part owned. We had an enjoyable and busy social life, based around the golf club and a wide circle of friends and acquaintances. On top of that we did a a fair amount of business entertaining that included events such as Wimbledon, Silverstone, golf tournaments, test matches, Glynebourne, Henley and the FA Cup Final. We took clients and prospects to the top restaurants, the latest shows and to the opera and ballet. We really did have quite a nice life! 

We had known Tom and Annie for about eight years from when they had joined the local golf club after moving into the area close to us in suburban Essex. We moved in the same social circle, seeing each other at the golf club, restaurants, at parties and at functions. The four of us hit it off immediately and we started going out to dinner as two couples and visiting each other's homes.

For some time, probably two or three years, nothing untoward happened. 

During that period, I looked on Tom as I did any other man who was a partner in a couple we knew; a friend, a close one yes, someone with who I could joke and mildly flirt. That was how most couples related and developed their relationships or so I thought.

It was when Annie and Tom came with Kevin and me to our place in Tuscany that I saw the first changes. Oddly they were with Tom first.

Annie is beautiful. She is tall and slim with flowing ash-blonde hair, she is a real willowy blonde. She has high, prominent cheekbones and big almond-shaped eyes that are of the deepest blue I have ever seen. Her face and slender figure, the legs that go on for ever and her pert, tight bum are real head turners.

What she has not got are tits for she is as good as flat chested.

I, on the other hand, am shorter, with more curves and full tits. I do, though, have trouble with them for when I diet I lose weight there and they are a nice, thirty-four C. However, when I put weight on, which I do easily, most of it seems to go onto those two buggers and they quickly become bloated thirty-six D or double Ds. This plays havoc with my choice of bra and I need two sets, one for weight on and the other for weight off times. Inevitably, being rather scatty and forgetful I sometimes get it wrong and wear the wrong bras for my weight situation. Then, my tits are either, feeling lost in cups that are too big or, are spilling over and almost tumbling out of a too small bra.

It was our second day in Tuscany. On the first we had shopped and opened up the villa as it had not been used for a few months. We had finished breakfast and had agreed to spend the morning round the pool.

"Oh fuck," I said as I rummaged through the bikinis I had brought with me.

"What's up?" Kevin asked as he stood naked looking out of the window.

"I brought the wrong bloody bikinis."

"How do you mean?"

"I picked up my weight off ones."

"Ah well you'll just give Tom and me more of an eyefull won't you."

"I'll get some when we go into Florence."

Tom and Annie were already lying beside the pool when Kevin and I wandered down to join them. As I removed my sun-dress and went to lay down I saw Tom's eyes on me, they were like organ stops and he did not seem to be able to drag his gaze away from my chest. I was wearing a black bikini, with full panties and bra with thin straps. I had seen in the mirror, that it was clearly too small, for my tits were spilling out of it. Tom's covert glances went on all morning and the next couple of days when we again all sunbathed. 

Several times, I caught him staring at my boobs, but said nothing. Full-breasted women get used to being ogled, I guess.

Kevin and Annie had driven into town to pick up some fresh pasta for dinner. Tom and I were watching TV; we take a sky box with us so we get everything.

"Mands I am sorry?" He said completely out of the blue.

"What for?" I asked looking at him across the room.

"I have been rude and I apologise."

"Not sure what you mean Tom?" I said taking a sip of my Orvieto, knowing full well what he meant.

"I have been staring at you, far too much."

"Have you?"

"Yes, you must have noticed."

Smiling I said. "Well perhaps the odd untoward glance or so."

"Well I should not do it and I am sorry."

"As one gets older Tom such events are welcomed."

"You don't mind then?"

"No Tom, not really, it is flattery in a way isn't it?"

"Yes Mandy, it most certainly is flattery in my case, I have always been a boob man."

"Have you now, you surprise me."

"What you mean Annie?"

"Well yes, of course."

He smiled. "She does have other features."

"And many of them, she is beautiful."

"But she does not have what you have Mandy," he said walking across the room and filling my glass

"They are not new Tom, I have had them as long as I have known you."

"Yes, I realise that Mands, but I have never er, um...."

"Seen so much of them I suggested."

"Exactly."

That chat and the look in Tom's eyes kept returning to my mind over the next few days when we finished our short break in Tuscany and travelled home.

"No you go in the front Kev, I'll be the thorn between two roses" Tom said as we were getting into the large Fiat cab.

My left leg was pressed against Tom's. I guess he could have moved it away, but then so could I, but neither of us did. Once or twice on the journey to the airport, his fingers touched my upper leg, it was like an electric shock.

I saw Tom a couple of times at the golf club and twice accidentally in town during the next few weeks.

Standing outside Starbucks with the busy Saturday morning shoppers all around us was not the time for anything other than chatting, but the atmosphere between seemed to me at least to be highly intense. Tom, as usual was his cool self, he really was one of the most laid-back men I had ever met and that excited me.

"So I will see you at Pauline's son's wedding reception tomorrow?"

"Oh yes, great," I gabbled back feeling nervous at being so close and at the prospect of being with him all tomorrow evening.

Putting his hand on my upper arm he bent forward until his lips almost touched mine. 'Shit he's going to kiss me on the lips in public' I thought just as he turned and brushed his mouth across my cheek.

"Until tomorrow then Mandy."

"Yes Tom, until then," I whispered my fingers involuntarily going to where he had just kissed me.

We walked in opposite directions and I am sure I emphasised my wiggle as I walked away from the man for who I was starting to fall.

It was an informal wedding reception in a marquee in the grounds of the mother and father who were members of the club. I danced with several people including Kevin, of course and Tom, who held me beautifully, but rather indiscreetly tight; it was very nice though. I was a little frightened, however, when I felt, but was not sure, that he had an erection. The next day when I was alone in the house I could not stop myself fantasising about being with Tom when he was erect and we were both naked. Naturally I masturbated and it was Tom whose cock I was sucking.

"I'll help you find it" Tom said when I hooked my ball into some trees. 

We did not know the other pair we were playing in the mixed fourball competition. They were the other side of the wide fairway when we walked into the little copse of silver birch trees and tall rhododendron bushes.

"There it is," Tom said nodding towards the base of one of the trees.

"That's lucky," I replied.

"Yes very finding it so quick" he said taking hold of my arm by the shoulder.

"Why?"

"Well we can spend a few minutes looking for it."

"But we have found it."

"They don't know that do they Amanda?"

"No, I guess not," I said quietly as we faced each other in the undergrowth.

Again I felt the intensity of the atmosphere between us.

"So it gives us a little time alone together doesn't it?" He said putting his hands on my shoulders.

"Oh Tom," I sighed as I watched his face slowly close the gap between us.

"To do with as we wish Mandy," he whispered, his arms going round me and pulling me to him.

We kissed. It was deep and urgent, long and passionate and it was exactly what I had wanted him to do for ages.

"Oh how I have longed to do that," he smiled as we broke and wandered back to the golf course.

My game fell completely apart after that and we lost a miserable six and five.

As we finished and pecked each other on the cheeks so Tom smiled and, holding my hand said. "Thank you partner," and as we walked away from the other pair he added. "For everything."

"Let's do a dinner party," I suggested to Kevin. "We have not had one for ages."

"Who shall we invite?"

"Let's ask Barry and Maxine and Freddy and Julia."

"No he gets boring with drink. How about Tom and Annie."

"Yes good call and what about Nigel and his partner?"

"The golf pro?"

"Yes, why not?"

Tom and I had kissed for a few more moments as we cleared the plates away and packed everything into the dishwasher. We had a couple of scares when firstly, Nigel and then one of the female guests went to the loo and we broke away abruptly, but fell back into each other's arms when they shut the bathroom door. 

We had one more brief moment together when we went to get the guests' coats and it was then as we kissed in the hallway that he cupped my breast.

"We'll see you at the do on Friday then," Annie said as they left the dinner party in a cab.

It was late, well past midnight and the crowd had lost the appetite for fast dancing as well as the band seeming to have lost their energy for blowing up a storm. So the order of the moment was slow smooches. It was a warm night and as was custom at such times the patio doors of the clubhouse were wide open and about half of us were dancing outside on the terrace. I did not know where Kevin was, but as he was not much of a dancer, I assumed he would be drinking with some of his cronies in one of the four        bars. 

I was in Kevin's arms. It was too close a clinch really, but I liked it. We were in the shadows away from the windows. His hands ran up and down my back, easing my body closer and tighter to his. My breasts were squashed against him. I felt one of his hands slide past my waist and onto my hip. It felt nice as it paused for just a moment or two before slithering a little further round and downwards. It was on the top of my bottom. I was surprised. We had danced together many times and nothing like this had happened before, but that was before those seminal moments at the dinner party when he had caressed both my bum and my breasts. Now, his confidence possibly boosted by my lack of resistance in my kitchen, his hand slid further and he squeezed the cheek of my bum. It was lovely.

"No Tom" I said softly moving away a little. "Not here."

He grabbed my wrist and rather roughly pulled me round the side of the clubhouse to a deserted area.

"How about here then" he said just before he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, full on the lips. 

I resisted at first, but slowly he wore that down and I found myself kissing him.

"This is madness," I whispered, breaking away. "Anyone could catch us."

"Mandy, I don't care" he replied. Using the exact same phrase he had in my kitchen.

Hearing voices we moved further round the back of the building into an even darker area.

We kissed again. This time it was open-mouthed and whilst one of his hands squeezed my cheek, the other found my breast and cupped it.

"I have thought of hardly anything else other than you since Tuscany. Have you thought about it Mandy?"

I did not have the pluck to say that I too had thought of little else.

"Yes," I muttered again feeling scared because at any moment someone could walk round the corner. "But we mustn't Tom" I said pulling myself away and running back into the dance area hoping nobody would see me. Fortunately, they did not and we were able to slink back into the party.

I knew that things were getting out of control. I wanted to see Tom and be with him and, for the first time in my married life, I turned Kevin down several times. I did not like doing it, but somehow and for some unfathomable reason I wanted to be faithful to Tom and not my husband!

"No I'll get a cab" I said to Tom one Sunday evening after playing golf with the mixed group who met each Sunday. We always had an afternoon swindle, as they are called, then showered and changed to have an early dinner and a few drinks. Who you played with was decided by throwing your golf ball up in the air and the ones closest to each other when they landed were your partners. It was all very social and 'clubby' and welcoming to singles, both male and female. Kevin had flown to the States earlier that day and Annie was visiting her mother in Leeds and would not be back until late, hence Tom and I were together. I was hellishly nervous. I had guessed Tom would be there and had thought of not going, but my attraction to him outweighed my common sense.

"Don't be silly, I go right past your house."

"Exactly."

"Now don't be daft, young lady come on," he said picking up my golf bag and waving goodbye to the others.

He pulled into the secluded driveway at the front of my house. It was just dark.

"Do I get an invite in for a drink or coffee?"

"That's not a good idea Tom and you know it."

"Really, it sounds like a great idea to me, we need to be alone together, we have to talk."

"We can talk here" I replied.

I watched as the large gates closed slowly and the lights on their sensors went out making the 'car park' even more secluded.

He turned in his seat and slid his arm along the back of my seat. He cradled my head in his hand, slid his hair into my thick, long chestnut hair and pulled on it as he leaned forward.

"I was hoping for more than just talk Mandy."

"Oh Tom," was all I could manage before his mouth covered mine and we were kissing passionately.

He was leaning across the central console and pulling me towards it as the kiss went on and on. Our tongues were all over the place and we were pulling all the tricks of experienced lovers. One moment he was sucking my bottom lip between his and the next I was nibbling the tip of his tongue. It seemed so natural and really was inevitable that his hand would find my breast. He cupped and squeezed it making me whimper and push the orb back against it. 

Our golf club though friendly is conservative and rather stuffy so after six we have to change out of golf clothing. I was wearing a blue, cashmere, round neck sweater and a black, thin wool, quite tight skirt. As the weather was still warm and my legs were tanned I was not wearing tights, but had a pashmina round my neck. He pushed that off to give him more access to my chest.

"Oh Mands, Mands," he groaned kissing me even deeper as he fiddled his hand inside my sweater and right onto my breast. 

With hardly any hesitation, he wiggled his fingers inside the black bra and onto my bare flesh. He pinched my nipples making my body jump and my heart pound even faster and harder. "Ok?" He whispered.

"Mmmmm," I mumbled.

"Mandy this is crazy, let me come in."

"No. No Tom I can't."

"Can't or won't?"

"Both, it doesn't matter, I just must not do it."

We kissed more. I knew that I was being illogical and what we were doing in the car was in some ways more sordid than letting him in and doing whatever in there. Somehow to me, though, I was still showing some resistance, was not making a commitment and had not given in fully to the temptation that had been clawing at me for so long now.

Almost simultaneously, he eased my tits out of my bra, rolled the sweater up, leaned even further forward and firstly licked my nipple then sucked it into his mouth. I was now gone completely. The sensations of what I was doing, with whom I was doing it and where I was doing it all got to me and I started to sob. This seemed to have little effect on him and I wondered if he thought they were sighs of ecstasy, which they may also well have been. 

With my nipple sucked deep into his mouth he moved his other hand down and rested it on my bare leg just above my knee.




Double Whammy



"Mands, I can hardly stand this, please."

"No Tom. Not now, not yet."

"When darling, when can we?"

"Soon maybe, very soon" I groaned as I felt his hand sliding up my leg.

"Ok?" He whispered as he reached where my thighs were pressed together.

I could not believe how sordid and wanton I was being. He tried going further but the fleshiness of my thighs stopped him. He pushed more firmly.

"At least say yes to this Mandy," he sighed taking my hand and placing it right on his erection. I undid his zip and fumbled inside his trousers until I found his cock. "Oh yes," he groaned as I started rubbing it. "And this," he whispered pushing harder at the flattened flesh of my thighs. "Please."

"Is this what you want Tom?" I asked opening my legs.

*

We were very careful and chose a hotel near Dartford Tunnel, a Hilton. Tom wanted to go to an upscale West End hotel, but I was scared we might see someone we knew, after all both Tom and Annie and Kevin and I were Mayfair and Belgravia groupies.

I was in my Merc the Essex side of the bridge when Tom called as he had promised.

"I am in seven forty two. Great views over Bluewater, the Thames and the Kent gravel pits."

"Sounds wonderfully romantic Tom."

"It's a nice room, well it's a suite really."

"Why do we want that?"

"I don't like eating in bedrooms, see you soon."

That previous Sunday, Tom had made me cum in his car. After I had opened my legs, he had quickly eased his hand right up to the top and onto my pussy inside the snug panties. I was already starting cum when he rubbed me outside the satin gusset of my thong and when he fumbled his fingers inside them and inside me, he completed the job.

"Oh god Tom" I groaned as wave after wave of wonderful sensations flooded my mind and body. I gripped him tightly round his neck.

"Was it good Mands?"

"It was wonderful," I groaned feeling marvellously sordid lying back on the seat of the Jag my thong round my thighs. Tom's fingers still in me and my hand holding his erection.

"Sorry Tom."

"What?"

"You didn't cum."

"Don't worry darling I am sure we will work that out soon.

I was hellishly nervous getting ready to meet him a few days later. Kevin was still in New York and Annie was playing in an overnight corporate golf day at Sandwich in Kent. We had the afternoon and the evening, not to mention the night to ourselves. 

Tom had phoned me later on the Sunday evening and twice on the Monday. I had eventually agreed to meet him at a hotel. It was not exactly stated, but it was clear that we were meeting for sex, although Tom did say. "If at any time you want to stop Mands, just say so."

By my actions that morning my intent was clear. After I had showered, washed and styled my hair, done my toe and fingernails and fixed the little make-up I use, I went to my underwear drawer. I already had in mind what I was going to wear. As I walked into my dressing room and looked at my naked form in the full-length mirror, I wondered what Tom would think, now that I was in a weight off period. Cupping my tits and staring at my reflection, I smiled and said to myself.' Should still be big enough for him though.'

I slipped the burgundy, silk French knickers up my legs and checked that look. I was pleased with it the dark material was set off nicely against my skin. My tits sagged a bit due to me being lazy after childbirth, but I could control them by breathing in at the salient moments, presumably when he was undressing me. I could not do anything about my slightly chunky thighs and the modest baby tum pod, but he had seen them when I wore my bikini in Tuscany so, presumably he was ok with a bit of excess, although Annie had none whatsoever.

Smiling, when I put on the burgundy silk bra, of the Agent Provocateur set, I thought. 'A proper sized bra this time.' I mulled over the idea of wearing stockings, particularly lacy topped, holdups, but thought that was a little 'outre' on a first date. On top,

I wore a simple, button up the front, low cut short sleeved, black dress with some yellow markings and a yellow, linen jacket. Earlier I had been to my gay hairdresser at the local Toni and Guy. He had spent an hour or so styling my long, wavy, chestnut coloured hair into the 'dragged through a hedge backwards look' that he told me in his camp, lispy way was very fashionable. It was also ridiculously expensive at sixty-five pounds for a wash and blow dry.

The drive to my adulterous destiny only took forty minutes and at a couple of junctions of the M25 I seriously thought of turning back, but did not. 

I had been thinking about my marriage a great deal since Tom and I had 'started. Kevin was a difficult man to love. He was a larger than life figure, hugely charismatic and extremely outgoing. He was a constant flirt, which for the first ten years of our marriage I had believed he took no further. The subsequent ten proved that he did take it further and I caught and forgave him three times. I guess in some ways, apart from my strong attraction to Tom, I was bowling round the M25 in a 'what's good for the gander' frame of mind. Even as I crossed the bridge, though and saw the Hilton I was thinking, 'is that enough to commit adultery and risk my marriage?'

"I am so nervous Tom," I said after he had let me into the room and I was in his arms.

"But you want to don't you darling?"

"Yes Tom I do, but then I know I shouldn't," I replied as we kissed.

"Do you want lunch? Or a drink?"

As part of my weight off campaign I had not drunk much for a few weeks, and the idea appealed.

"Steady the nerves" he smiled as I looked down and saw that he had an erection. That excited me.

"OK yes, thanks, a glass of white wine would be lovely. I doubt I could eat."

"But you can you make love can't you darling?"

The increase in the intensity of my kiss and the way I writhed my body against his with my arms round his neck gave him his answer.

It was over twenty years since anyone other than Kevin had undressed me, but standing in the suite with the bedroom door open and the big, king sized bed beckoning me, Tom brought back all those wonderfully, exciting memories.

The initial cupping of my breasts outside my clothes, the fumbling at the back of the skirt, the running of his hands up my legs and the cupping and squeezing of my bottom in the luxuriant, burgundy material.

The exchanges of ooos and ahs and sighs and gasps.

My hand ruffling his hair, stroking his neck, running up and down his back and my fingers inching into the deep blue, heavy cotton casual shirt he was wearing.

The fumbling as the need to go further became more urgent for both of us. My breasts and nipples were screaming out for his love and attention. The necessarily slow unbuttoning of my dress just to my waist at first. After the first few had revealed the swell of my boobs in the deep red bra, he had paused and had adored my breasts, cupping, squeezing, caressing and pinching them.

It was not all one-way though. I had eased a couple of his buttons undone. I had ran my fingers through the nice covering of brown hairs on his chest and, playfully almost, pinched his nipples. As he lifted my breasts and sucked my nipples still inside my bra, I pulled his shirt out from his beige chinos. Then, as he pushed my dress off my shoulders and let it bunch round my waist, I held his erection through his trousers.

"Let's go to bed Amanda," he said quietly.

Still in each other's arms, kissing we shuffled to the bedroom. Events, the atmosphere and my arousal had now taken over. I still had reservations about what we were about to do, but deep down I had lost them about doing it. It was just the aftermath and what might happen later that concerned me.

We stood by the bed, my hands on his shoulders, his on my hips in the folds of my dress. We looked at each and we smiled.

"At last Mandy, at long, long last, yes?"

"Yes Tom, at last," I replied as we kissed once more. It was long, lingering and languid; the need for urgency had now gone

My dress slid to the floor and his shirt came off. He held me at arms-length and ran his eyes up and down me. 

"You are gorgeous Mandy and I just love the underwear."

"Worn especially for you Tom, but talking about underwear..................isn't one of us a little overdressed?"

He saw what I meant and smiling he unzipped himself and slid his trousers off, skilfully and welcomingly taking his socks off with them. He looked wonderful in his tight, modern Y fronts. His cock, which was at an angle of about ten o'clock across his lovely flat stomach, looked even thicker than my mind recalled from holding it on Sunday.

The undressing continued with my bra coming off as we moved inexorably towards committing adultery.

We kissed and ground our bodies together.

Our hands felt the body on both the bare places and those still covered.

He squeezed, caressed and pinched my breasts and I rubbed and stroked his gorgeous cock.

My breasts came out of the bra and my hand was in his underpants. He kissed and sucked my breasts and I stroked his cock.

"Not too much Mands, I won't last the first time," he groaned rubbing my clit through the smooth softness of the silk.

"Nor will I darling," I grunted as I started to cum. "See," I said as standing up I sighed and moaned as for one of the first times I smiled myself to an orgasm. 

"That was wonderful Mands, you looked lovely," he said cuddling and consoling me through the heights of my climax and the downward plunge back to near normality.

We laid on the bed for a while until the tremors subsided and he started to stroke my breasts again. He sucked and chewed my nipples as I rolled his y fronts down and got his cock out. God it felt wonderful. 

"Oh fuck Mandy I want you so much," he grunted as he pulled away a little to push his underpants down and off. I took that opportunity to slide out of my French knickers.

We were both naked, flesh on flesh, nudity against nudity. It was so intimate, erotic, sexual and exciting that I could not imagine how it could be wrong, although by many standards it was. At that moment, though, wrong and right were the furthest things from my mind. All that I could concentrate on was the impending sex with Tom, his cock and me being fucked.

"Yes Tom, yes," I grunted as he rolled on top of me.

"Do you want me to wear anything?"

"No, nothing I want you in me and nothing else my love. I want to feel you."

He took it slowly. Kissing me as he wiggled between my legs, which I parted for him, he positioned his cock right against the lips of my pussy. Holding me tight and looking into my eyes he whispered.

"Ready?"

"Oh yes Tom, I am so ready" I sighed back.

He eased himself up me deliciously slowly. That gave me the chance to savour every moment of that very special time, a new lover's first penetration. It was gorgeous and if I had any remaining doubts about what we were doing, Tom's entry to my insides drove them away.

"Ok darling?" He asked.

He held himself still and rigid inside me as he raised his body up so he could look into my eyes.

"Oh yes Tom, yes."

"You want more?" He smiled.

"Of course I do."

"What do you want?"

"I want you Tom."

"And what do you want me to Mands?"

"I want you to fuck me."

Pressing his body down on mine and putting his arms round me, he squashed my tits and started to pump in and out. It was wonderful and I was soon moaning and sighing at the gorgeous sensations he was giving me as we found a mutual rhythm. I ran my hands up and down his back, being very careful to avoid raking my fingernails down him; I surprised myself how quickly I fell into the habit of a mistress. I gripped his bum cheeks as he quickened the pace and depth of his thrusts into me.

"Oh Mandy, this won't take long, sorry."

"Don't be silly, cum as quickly as you need to," I responded as he slammed himself up and down me.

Making animalistic grunting sounds I could feel that he was reaching his climax and that put me over the top.

As my mind went into the fog of my orgasm I remember thinking how wonderful it was that our first fuck should end with such a dynamic, mutually satisfying ending.

As Tom's movements inside me slowed down and gradually stopped, so my emotions welled up. I started to sob.

"What is it Mandy?" He asked as my body shuddered and the tears ran down my cheeks.

"Oh I don't know."

"Was it no good?"

"No it was fine, but it's all the other stuff."

"What you mean Kevin and Sara and, of course Annie."

"Yes" I muttered as he slid out of me, but continued to hold me. "I just cannot think how I will be able to face her."

"Annie?"

"Yes."

"What about Kev."

"Oddly that seems less daunting, but will still be awful."

"Easier I guess because he has done it to you."

"Yes, and Annie has done nothing to hurt me. It makes me feel guilty."

We chatted like that for a while.

"I had better get cleaned up," I said moving away from him on the bed.

"Fancy some lunch, it's only half past two."

That made me laugh. As I got off the bed and walked away from Tom very conscious that he would be staring at my bum, he went on.

"After all, the way you are making me feel Mandy, we might be here a very long time indeed."

That made me smile, I stopped, turned round and returned to where he was lying on the bed. Leaning forward so that my boobs grazed against his chest, I took his face in my hands and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Thank you Tom, thank you so much" I whispered as he cupped my breast.

"What for Mandy?"

"Just being you and making me feel so good."

I stayed in the bedroom when the lunch was delivered, but then joined Tom in the lounge to eat the steak and salad he had ordered. I marvelled at his confidence of being clad in just a white fluffy dressing gown supplied by the hotel when the waiter delivered the food. Worrying a little as we finished a bottle of Chablis for I knew I would have to drive later, I slowly relaxed, began to feel very mellow and extremely warm towards Tom. 

Finishing my meal, I went and sat on his lap. I slid my arms round his neck and kissed him. His hand almost immediately slipped inside the lapel of my dressing gown and right onto my breast. We kissed for a while as he squeezed and pinched both my boobs and nipples, before pulling the lapels apart.

"Jesus Mands these are bloody fabulous" he sighed staring at my tits and licking each one.

"Glad you like them."

"I hardly realised what I have been missing most of my life," he smiled sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

"Let's go back to bed" I whispered, my need to feel him increasing.

We dropped our gowns on the floor and lay beside each other on the bed kissing and caressing the other's body. He was not quite hard yet. I stroked and rubbed it until I got it nearly there. All that time he was stroking and kissing my breasts and telling me how wonderful they are.

"You really like them then?" I asked.

"I love them, I can't get enough of them."

Plucking up the courage to take the initiative, I looked into his eyes and said quietly.

"Do you love them enough to want to fuck them Tom?"

"Oh yes, yes Amanda, yes I do."

"Stay right there," I said getting up and going to the bathroom where I had noticed a small bottle of body lotion.

Getting back onto the bed the lotion in my hand, I lay down and squeezed a generous portion of it into my cleavage. Spreading that up the side of each of my boobs as I had done for Kevin many times I whispered.

"Come on then Tom" I said placing each hand on the outside of a breast.

He knelt across my chest, his cock sticking rigidly upwards his balls hanging down. Shuffling down a little holding on to his dick he positioned that just above my cleavage and then lowered himself down so that it rested on my chest between them. Looking into his eyes I pressed my tits together capturing his cock between them in the surrogate cunt I was forming for him.

"Oh Mandy" he sighed leaning forward and kissing me. "They are fantastic."

"Make love to them Tom, please."

"Oh yes," he grunted starting to move in the lubricated passageway.

"Please darling, please."

"What my love."

"Fuck them Tom, fuck my tits."

Grabbing my head, he thrust up and down as I held the flesh of my boobs firmly together.

It is a very intimate and I find highly erotic act to have your tits fucked, but it leaves a lot to be desired and soon Tom slid downwards. I opened my legs to greet him as he sunk himself deep inside me.

Again, a little disappointingly for both of us, it was over quickly, but nevertheless very satisfyingly.

I would have liked there to have been a third time lucky, but age has its difficulties so we left it.

However, with Kevin still in the US and Annie having decided to stay a couple more days in Kent, we had plenty of time for that. 

Tom came to my house for dinner the next night. He came by cab, getting out of it a couple of hundred yards away and had programmed his home phone on divert to his mobile. We were quickly learning the processes needed by lovers.

He was hardly in the house when we were kissing and almost tearing at each other's clothes. We never did get them off and we fucked a la Basic Instinct with me backed up against the wall, my blouse undone and boobs pulled out of my bra, my panties round my ankles, skirt pulled up and Tom's trousers round his knees. Incongruous looking perhaps, but so thrilling and enjoyable.

He was staying the night so we had plenty of time. My knickers had come off and I went to do up my bra, but he said.

"No leave it Mands, take your bra off," he said picking up my panties. "Want these?"

Shaking my head, I replied. "What you want topless dining?" I smiled going into the kitchen where I had laid the table for dinner.

"Yes of course," he called out from the hall.

I removed both my bra and blouse. "Come on then," I called out and then smiled and giggled when he came in to the kitchen. He was wearing just his underpants.

"We're like two bloody teenagers," I said as he took me into his arms.

"Yes Amanda," he whispered into my ear sounding more serious. "Or like a couple in love."

I pulled back and looked into his eyes saying quietly.

"Are we Tom, are we really?"

The look in his eyes told me he was being serious and was actually putting into words exactly how I felt.

"Yes my darling, I think we are don't you?"

That gave me a quandary. I hesitated.

"Well Mands?"

"Please don't ask me Tom."

"Why Mandy, don't you feel the same?"

"I don't know, I think so, but I am scared to admit it to myself."

"I know, I understand," he whispered into my ear running his hands up and down my back and onto my bottom. "Let's forget that for the moment."

He pulled me towards the bed. We lay down still kissing and still in each other's arms. He moved his head down to my breasts and made beautiful love to them with his mouth as with his other hand he rubbed and caressed me between my legs. I was gasping with intense feelings and was cradling his head and running my fingers through his thick hair. His mouth left my breasts and I felt it on my chest and moving down to my navel, into which he wiggled his tongue. He licked the slight swell of my tummy that was the result of my lack of discipline after the birth of my children. Being very aware of Annie's perfectly flat stomach I breathed in hoping the mummytum wouldn't show too much. Fortunately it did not seem to bother him and he slid further downwards until his lips were on the start of pubic patch. His hands were on my thighs, which were still closed. He applied a slight pressure to my thigh as he ran his tongue through my landing strip so that it went close to my clit.

"May I Mands?" He considerately asked running his fingers along the wet lips of my pussy.




Double Whammy



At that moment, other than having his cock in me I could think of nothing that I desired more than his mouth and tongue on my clit and pussy; I adore oral sex.

Smiling, I sighed. "Mmmmmm yes of course," as I slowly opened my thighs.

His tongue right on my clit send a burst of really high octane sensations through me. I grunted, grabbed his head arched my back and moaned.

"Oh yes."

He was very good at it and no part of my pussy went without some of his fantastic attention. He combined licking and kissing me with his tongue and mouth with stroking and caressing my thighs and tummy with his fingers. The combination made for powerful surges of intense feelings and he soon took me to that lovely place just beneath the crest of an orgasm. It's that place where a woman has most of the feelings and pleasure of a climax, but not the explosive outpouring of emotions that comes with a full orgasm. Yes it's that place where a skilful lover can hold his partner, bring her close to explosion and then ease off so that she has the equivalent of one long, consistent near climax. And Tom was a master at this. I have no idea how long he held me there, but it was wonderful and he knew exactly the right time to tip me over the edge. 

Pressing the tip of his tongue right on my clit, he pushed two or three fingers in me and using them as a surrogate cock he started to finger fuck me. That roared me to a glorious, full on orgasm.

He held me through the shuddering, moaning and quivering as my body slowly returned to some form of normality. I was holding him, stroking his head and back, sighing deeply and whispering how wonderful it was into his ear. At last the sensations subsided and I was left with that beautiful post-orgasm glowing warmth.

"You seemed to enjoy that Mands," he said smiling running the back of his fingers across my boobs and nipples, which incredulously sprang back to attention.

"Oh yes Tom yes, I did," I sighed kissing him deeply as my entire mind and body filled with love for this 'new' man in my life. "It was wonderful, thank. Thank you so much."

"Amanda please, never ever thank me for sex. It is not something I do or give, it is a we and us thing."

"God you are a gorgeous man," I said covering his face in little kisses as I felt his erection against my thigh. Momentarily I had forgotten he had not cum. I stroked it and said. "And so is this gorgeous," as I slid my body downwards. I looked up, caught his eye and smiling said. "May I Tom?"

He laughed. "Be my guest, it's all yours."



I kissed the bulbous end of his cock. Now I was up so close to it I found it to be beautiful and so desirable. Holding it, I licked its length from where it slid into his scrotum right up to its tip. I did that several times as he pulled my hair. The combination of the sheer sexual excitement of what I was doing to him, his nudity and the slight waves of pain that I got from him pulling on my hair were like nothing I had experienced since before my marriage.

I slid it between my lips and slowly moved my mouth down its long, hard, warm length until it was pressing against the back of my throat. I held it there for a few moments and then as slowly as I had gone down it, I brought my lips up until they were kissing the end of it again. I repeated that several times at the slow speed and then, as his hips began to move with the same rhythm, slightly faster. At the same time, I cupped his balls, stroked them, squeezed them gently and scratched that patch of skin between his scrotum and anus.

"Oh fuck yes, yes, you lovely woman," he groaned pulling my hair even hard. That hurt, but it didn't matter for the pain merged with my arousal.

I was wondering how far I should go, how long he would take to cum and indeed if he wanted to cum this way. I was holding his cock and licking and sucking it as I caressed his thighs and stomach, squeezed his balls and scratched between his legs, my finger going ever nearer to his anus. He was pulling my hair and moaning and groaning as his hips began to move to the same rhythm as I was sucking him. He gripped my head with both hands as he started to fuck my face with long deep thrusts.

"OH Mands, stop, please stop, I am so near."

Taking it out of my mouth, I muttered. "So why stop Tom?"

"Really Mands, really you don't mind?"

"No Tom, not one bit," I groaned back as the thought of him cumming in my mouth excited me.

"Annie doesn't do that" he groaned.

"But Mandy does," I grinned wrapping my lips round his cock and cradling his balls in my hand again.

"Oh god you are incredible," he groaned as my mouth and his cock restored their earlier rhythm.

I could feel the extra tension in his balls as they prepared themselves to do their duty. He was grunting and moaning as he pushed himself deep into my mouth and held it there.

"Oh Mandy, Mandy," he groaned as his cock spurted its seed into my throat. He seemed to go on a long time, far longer than my husband does, I found myself thinking guiltily as I removed it from my mouth. I moved up the bed a little until we were looking into each other's eyes. Then tipping my head backwards in a rather exaggerated manner I swallowed my lover's cum.

We made delicious love after dinner and then again in the morning; both were wonderful 

I knew that I was was falling more and more in love with him.

We were unable to see each other on the Friday as Annie came home and I had to work, and then, on the Saturday morning Kevin returned from the States.

Always when Kevin has been away we have sex almost as soon as he gets in the house. Lying in bed that afternoon as my husband fucked me I feigned my first ever orgasm. Making love to him seemed ridiculous now that I had found true love with Tom. However, it did help overcome the massive guilt trip I had when I faced my husband and that made me wonder how he had handled it with me during his numerous affairs. That thought and his continual betrayal of my trust in him made me accept that my love for him really had died.

The children came home that weekend. Facing them knowing that I no longer loved their father, but another man was gut wrenchingly difficult 

The weekend dragged on. It was wet on the Sunday so golf was off and meeting Tom was impossible. I had a hospital appointment in London on the Monday so I was unable to see him until Tuesday evening. We masturbated each other in his Rangerover parked in a dark spot a few miles from where we lived. We were able to meet for lunch on the Thursday and spent the afternoon in a hotel room where for the first time we performed long and intense oral on each other at the same time and later he fucked me doggy style.

Over the next few weeks our affair and the sex we had intensified. We met nearly every day and the days we could not meet we would speak on the phone and email and text many times. 

We could not get enough of each other and, of course we took chances. 

After that time at my house we agreed that was wrong and that we would not go to each other's homes. It was difficult enough being with Kevin and the kids with my guilty secret, let alone having more vivid memories of making love to Tom in my lounge, kitchen or bedrooms.

So it was hotels mainly, but also his or my car parked in discrete place. 

Just over three weeks later Kevin had been in Manchester on the Friday and came home Saturday morning. He was in a foul mood and seemed edgy and nervous. I was ironing in the kitchen when I heard him on the phone. He was saying. 'You ready, ok let's do it now.'

He came into the kitchen. 

Looking very serious he said. "Mandy we have to talk."

My heart fell into my shoes for I was sure that he knew about Tom and me and that he was about to accuse me. It was almost a relief then when he said.

"I am so sorry Mands, but I am leaving you. Annie and I have been having an affair and we are in love with each other".



Double Whammy



It started off as a dull dreary day; I was unenthusiastically restocking shelves when Aeryn and Jack walked in. That's to say Aeryn AND Jack together, as a pair. I shook my head smiling to myself; Aeryn was famed for her speedy changeover rate when it came to boyfriends. She'd try one for a while, get bored, and without a thought or worry, dismiss him and find another. And it wasn't hard for her to find a replacement either; Aeryn was beautiful, stunning, wealthy, smart, sexy, tall, glamorous, etc. and onwards. Not to mention she was pretty kinky as well and her sexual tastes changed as frequently as her lovers. Last I heard was that she was dating two guys simultaneously, both wealthy, well-off, and (from what I heard), well-endowed as well. Trading the pair of them for Jack was like swapping a Corvette and a Ferrari for a Pinto.

In my mind, Jack was a few shorts steps from being considered a loser; frequently, but not perpetually unemployed, he shaved when he felt like it, and (again, from what I'd heard) not packing too much in the trouser department. The store was pretty quiet and I could afford a few minutes of downtime. I smiled as I walked over, "Hey guys, what's up? Trying for something new?" This last comment was directed at Aeryn.

Jack looked confused but Aeryn treated me to an award-winning smile, "Sort of yes actually. Jack here has attested that he could trump any guy I could find in a cockfight," getting straight to the chase Aeryn smiled at me. Jack's eyes widened at the mention of the word 'cock-fight' and looked around worriedly in case of eavesdroppers, but Aeryn carried on regardless, "And I immediately thought of you since you certainly count as 'any guy'. So what do you say?" Well that was an unexpected twist to my day. Still somewhat in shock, I pretended to mull the idea to buy for time and noticed that Jack was now frowning at me, looking less than pleased with the turn of events but still he kept quiet. Alongside him, Aeryn continued smiling amusedly, like someone hiding a fifth ace. I had to admit that I was intrigued (cockfighting had been an interesting, but elusive topic of interest) and there wasn't anything to lose (not against someone like Jack anyway) though... was there anything to gain?

"Hold on a sec," I put on my best poker face, "Am I to understand that to the victor, the spoils, i.e. you?"

She looked taken back, "Oh no, not like that," Ha! I knew it. "Both of you get to fuck me. The winner just gets first go," Ha! I... wait, what? "The loser has to settle for 'sloppy seconds' if he can still get it up." She flicked her hair and looked at me with a triumphant look as she laid down an ace of spades.

I felt like I'd found out I was playing Old Maid at the International Poker Championship. I rallied poorly, "Oh, well, sure thing then. Count me in."

She'd knocked me off balance and she knew it. I thought the ace was enough, but she gave me another smile that hinted at an entire deck at her disposal. "Great, then I'll see you Saturday, my place, two pm; I look forward to seeing you," and giving me a final smirk while Jack scowled, they left as quickly as they came, leaving me standing their bewildered. It was strange how he never said anything, he was always known for being loud and a little on the obnoxious side but he hadn't said a single word all throughout. It was quite a change from his normal demeanor and I figured that she'd trained him well. 

I smiled, "Saturday at two eh? I'll see you there."

With the event on the weekend's horizon, Saturday arrived in record time, and as did I, showing up at 1:30. I wasn't going to let BPT become my excuse. I hung around outside admiring the house for a few minutes before going up to the front door and knocking tentatively. I waited for a few minutes more before realizing that this was no way to make an entrance. Squaring my shoulders I was about to give a louder confident knock before noticing the little sign pinned to the door handle, 'A.C's on, please use doorbell.' Deflated, I rang the doorbell and a voice yelled, 'Coming!' from upstairs. Moments later Aeryn answered the door, smiling and looking stunning.

She'd pulled her long wavy brown hair back into a ponytail and was holding a drink in one hand. It was only after distracting itself with the inconsequential that my mind felt confident to notice what she was wearing. It wasn't that bad; just a red and black smoking hot two piece bikini that framed her sweet and shapely C-Cup tits in a way that would easily steal the spotlight from another pair twice her size. And then there were the bottoms which might have been called a thong or just as easily, could have been called floss with a bit of color to it. The front strip of fabric barely covered her snatch, and what it did cover, it clung to tightly leaving next to nothing for the imagination to do. As she turned to begin leading me into the house the view only improved. Rather than clothing covering skin, skin covered clothing and the minuscule, almost microscopic monofilament material was all but absorbed between her toned ass cheeks, shaping it much in the same way that her top did wonders for her tits. The overall effect of her two-piece hot-wired my libido and had my erection revved and ready for anything in ten seconds flat... So yeah; not that bad looking.

Aeryn happily soaked in the attention as I got an eyeful and so much more as the image was etched into my mind in red hot ink. I could have trailed after her all day, ravishing her body with my eyes, but some surviving section of sense reminded me that there was a greater prize to be gained. I followed her though the house, then upstairs, then down a hallway, and finally into her room where Jack was waiting on the couch. We all seemed to have had the same idea and stick to swimwear, but whereas I wore trunk and a T-Shirt, he was topless. I was somewhat surprised; I'd expected fat or flab, but he had neither, just an all-around thick build. There was little to no definition though, barely a hint of any biceps and no sign of any abs to speak of, and though paler than Aeryn, there was just enough of a tan to prevent the bleached 24/7 indoor whitewash.

As Aeryn shooed him off the couch to get ready, I pulled off my T-shirt showing off my caramel-colored washboard abs. There was a scowl from Jack, but I ignored him, rather picking up on the approving glances Aeryn was giving me. I wasn't one for big biceps and a broad chest, but my abs and altogether different matter. I'm not one to brag about much, but my abs were a definite winner with her. I smiled smugly; this contest was a good as done.

With a space cleared, Aeryn bounced down onto the couch happily as she directed me and Jack to stand in front of her, "Now, as for the rules." I blinked, mentally cursing myself for agreeing to this competition before finding out exactly what I was agreeing too. I had my own idea of how a cockfight would go, but I knew there were plenty of other options out there that came under the same heading... I could only hope that Aeryn's idea was pretty similar to mine and not like the more extreme types I'd seen.

Aeryn smiled as she looked us over, "You've got half an hour to either beat your opponent's dick into submission, or beat yourself to a climax twice. If time runs out or I just think one of you've had enough," she made a point of looking at Jack when she said this, "I'll stop the match and announce my choice of victor, alright?" We nodded our agreement and she continued, "You can grab your opponent, but no punching, choking, kissing, etc. etc. This is a cockfight and I want to see your cocks fight! Now what are you waiting for? Whip 'em out already!"

Heart pounding at the prospect of showcasing my goods before a superior specimen like Aeryn, I dropped my pants, whipping out my already aroused dick which was already well on its way to full strength. I stood up straight trying to will my dick even harder as I tried to get it rigidly at attention for Aeryn's inspection. Her gaze fell on my member and I watched as she gave a card-shark smile while two small rises appeared through the fabric of her top. I shot a quick glance over to Jack and had to do my utmost to keep my poker face. His dick hung limply, barely more than half of mine in size. Noticing this... lack of development, Aeryn gave a knowing smile, "Looks like some of you need a little extra incentive to get up to steam." And at that she reached behind her back, gave a gentle tug, and let her bikini top fall off.

That did it for me. My cock muscled its way to full strength at 7 and ½ inches long and 5 inches wide, springing to attention with a jerk. Jack on the other hand, was still having teething troubles in getting it up and seeing his plight, Aeryn gave the indication that it was fine for us to jerk off as she began to grope and tease her tits for more incentive. Although I was already at full steam and then some, I saw this as no reason to forego this golden opportunity of quality female appreciation and promptly began jerking myself off as well.

As I watched Aeryn play with her tits, I absentmindedly began to wonder exactly what the repercussions would be for giving her a pregame facial. It most likely wouldn't count toward the two count climax tally and admittedly it would also make it harder to cum after we started, but seeing as my aim was to bludgeon Jack's pitiful phallus back into dormancy (and hopefully securing first AND second place for myself in the process), it didn't seem too bad of an idea.

Just as I was about to put the finishing touches of my plan into motion, Aeryn called for us to stop. "Well as much as I enjoy watching the pair of you beat off in front of me, what I REALLY want to see is you beat one another," she gave me a coy smile. "So now turn and face your opponent..."Cock jutting upward proudly, possibly even a little larger than normal with the incentive ahead, I turned to face Jack... and gritted my teeth as I gave my poker face a run for its money...

Somewhere between Aeryn's flashing and his jerking, Jack had pumped his dick up into a long, heavy, ivory lance. Even with my extra effort he was still a good inch longer, but when it came to girth he outsized me by a wide mark. Veins protruded all along the side of his shaft and his swollen head looked absolutely gigantic when drawn level with mine. My own cock had a fairly meaty bulge after getting past my head before tapering smoothly down to a regular sized base. Jack's dick was ALL bulge.

He grinned at me triumphantly, "Heh-heh-heh... looks like you weren't expecting the Mighty Jackhammer. Man, my white tool is gonna take your little black boy to pieces." I avoided looking at Aeryn, who knew how many ace's she had hid up her sleeve or wherever else. But I rallied; Jack had had a pretty hard time getting it up. Climax or Clubbed, if he went down, it would probably be for the count. All I had to do was get him once. With my nearly non-existent refraction time, he'd have to be lucky continuously.

Aeryn brought me out of my inner monologue by setting down a stop clock, "Alright then boys; ready..." Jack gave a smug smile. "Steady..." I tensed trying to think fast. "Cockfight!" And the match began.

Jack lunged forward with surprising speed, grabbed me in a bear-hug, and drove his waist forward. His cock-head rammed into the underside of my cock before sliding upward with us ending up shaft to shaft. He thrust his hips forward with a grunt, but I furrowed my brows as my erection remained firm, repelling his assault with ease. Seeing as his opening gambit hadn't had the desired effect, he eased back some to recoup. At first I thought he was retreating completely but, he quickly pressed in again, pulling his hips flush with mine. He then began to thrust and grind against me violently, rocking and rubbing his cock against mine. The sensation was... odd, arousing but also aggravating, made uncomfortable for all the friction his larger member was causing. He was pushing me closer to climax (which was fine) but at the same time wearing out my erection (which was not).

For a few moments I stayed there giving a few half-hearted thrusts, feigning my exhaustion as I tried to figure out what Jack was doing. It didn't really look like it was doing himself much good and cumming would put me halfway to winning. I figured that if he was premature, two rounds were out of the question. On the other hand if he was a draft horse, I'd have plenty of time to build back up while he got his second wind. That's when it hit me; if I came now I'd lose all erectile strength, and if he kept up his relentless pounding into my cock, there'd be no chance of me getting it back up before Aeryn called it.

Bucking forward, I began to return fire, thrusting back into Jack's phallic attack. Momentarily taken back at this, he grunted and shoved back, upping his efforts as well as our members jostled for dominance. Aeryn watched our struggled of supremacy with mounting awe... and arousal. She had stopped groping herself once the match started but now, as if unable to restrain herself, she'd cupped her left breast in her hand and begun to massage it gently. She looked on with a rapt expression of delight, like a kid at Christmas time presented with an avalanche of boxes under the tree.

It seemed as though we were at an impasse. Both of us were rock hard and neither of us was conceding an inch. Occasionally, Jack made an attempt to press his member into mine, bearing down on me full force. However, my rigid cock held strong, repelling his endeavor. Likewise, when I tried to return the favor, his heavy erection held up to my assault with ease. This game of push-of-war continued for a few fruitless minutes, neither of us making any recordable headway against the other. Even Aeryn was looking less than amused with us both. 

But just when I thought that this battle was about to go nowhere and fast, Jack changed tactics and began to thrust into me full force. I wondered if this was the legendary 'Jackhammer' he'd alluded to before. If so, it was doing a pretty good job. As the head of his dick butted into the underside of mine, I winced, not out of pain, but out of an odd discomforting feeling. To mask my distress I followed suit, and began to valiantly thrust my member back into his as I tried to recover lost ground.

The worst part was that he was still winning; my erection was still slowly fading, barely strong enough to still be called an erection. In desperation I leaned, forward putting all I could into my thrusts. Surprisingly Jack paused and groaned. Encouraged, I up my efforts, leaning into him more, and pressed my chest against his as I furiously worked his cock with mine. In response he gave another groan, leaning back some. He didn't look to be weakening much of the erection forefront but his movements were sure slowing down. On the other hand, the brutal cock to cock battle was doing a number on my own schlong. I wasn't softened any more, but neither was I hardening; my dick literally ached. Still I kept up the thrusts. He leaned back some more and I leaned into him, ending up forcing him to lean all the way back, propped up on his elbows. Gritting his teeth as I took up the dominant position, I continued my spirited thrusts before finally my orgasm caught up with me.

Keeping up my impulsions, I came, shooting a sizeable load over Jack's stomach. Grabbing my dick quickly, I began to stroke it to keep from softening teasing out a smaller second load onto his cock. To cover my ruse I began to beat my semi-soft member into his, "What did you say earlier?" I smiled as I started to trash-talk in a bid for time, "That your tool was gonna take mine apart?" My dick was slow to get the message but was steadily strengthening as I made my way from David to Goliath, "Looks like that's not in the cards Jackie-boy. Looks like you're gonna get beaten by a big black cock after all."

Pulling himself together, Jack looked down at my triumphant member then up at me, "Get off me man!" He gave me a shove, pushing me back some, but I kept my balance, "Jeez, man, get off I said, I'm not into this gay shit." I was ready for the second shove and held my ground better this time, but the gay part threw me off. Wasn't I to supposed to cum on him? If not then where to? I looked towards Aeryn for guidance, but she just continued to watch, making no motion for us to stop. As my head was turned, Jack gave me another, sterner shove that caught me off guard completely, and I fell backwards. My mind snapped back to the task at hand a split second too late.

Jolting forward and grabbing my hands, Jack toppled me over onto my back, pinning me against the floor. I tried to lift myself up but he was a heavy guy, not to mention the fact that he had me pinned in more ways than one. Not only had he trapped my hands with his, but his semi-erect shaft was aimed right into mine. He beamed at me triumphantly, "Hah-ha black boy, you thought you'd escaped. Thought I'd be a pushover eh? Not in this lifetime my friend. Now it's time for you to face... the Jackhammer!" And with that he began to press his member down into mine.

Neither of us were fully hard yet but Jack still had a double advantage over me; first he had a larger, heavier dick, and second gravity was working with him and against me. He shifted his hips unhurriedly making long slow passes against my cock with his. As his erection slowly strengthened it began to press more and more into mine, bringing the unsettling mix of agony and arousal with it. Climax and confusion aside, my guy wasn't doing so well; it was fighting an uphill battle against both Jack's strengthening rod and the persistent pull of gravity.

I flexed my erection upward, straining some as I lifted Jack's heavier member for a few brief bursts before falling back to recuperate. I was holding my own but barely, I needed to get from beneath him to try and turn this back around. Ignoring the plight of my penis, I gritted my teeth and tried to push myself forward. Jack was a fairly heavy guy and all his weight was bearing down on me, but crunching my abs, I was able to pull myself up enough to prop myself up and rest on my elbows.

Unable to keep me pinned, Jack shifted his grip from off of my shoulders onto my wrists. It was still keeping me trapped but without the same level of security as before. I grinned to myself; with just another couple of bursts I'd soon be able to break free and repay him for that little 'gay' mind trick he pulled on me earlier (I was astounded that Aeryn hadn't called him on that.)

As Jack struggled to try pin me back down I cast a sidelong glance over to Aeryn who was watching us both with interest. I'd spotted her earlier watching me intently while I powered out of Jack's shoulder pin and now her hand had wandered away from her breast and had now slipped between her legs. Between that, her longing/demanding eyes, and her erect nipples, it looked like me show of strength had gotten her engine hot and ready (I didn't think that it might have been because of me and Jack locked in a cock to cock wrestling match.) All I had to do was turn the tables on Jack, beat his dick to a pulp, and claim my ripe reward. The mere thought of Aeryn's long legs wrapped around my waist and her head thrown back as I pounded her into ecstasy was wonderfully invigorating and I could feel my member strengthening.

I wasn't the only one turned on by Aeryn's display; Jack's dick was strengthening as well, bulging and protruding into mine. This was turning out to be a true battle of erectile strength, rigidity, and stamina. And Aeryn had a front row seat. That didn't matter much to me though; I had a choice view of her tantalizing sexual exhibition. It might have been my imagination but I could almost see a growing patch of wetness deep between her legs. Just a little more along that particular train of thought and I'd soon be back to being invincible.




Double Whammy



"Right! It's Jackhammer time!" I tore my gaze off of Aeryn and turned my attention back to Jack, right as the first blow fell. I winced as he drove his heavy rock hard member into mine, slamming into me painfully before pulling back. Taking a few moments to catch myself, I tried to push myself up but the second blow drove me back, relegating me to keep myself propped up only by my shoulders. Grimacing, I then attempted to shift to one side, but Jack still had me pinned by the wrists, and to curb my resistance, delivered a third impact. I grunted in pain. It hurt like hell but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had gotten to me by crying out. With my hands pinned like they were I was at the total mercy of his hammering... and he was showing no mercy. If I could only pry my wrists free, maybe then-

WHAM! My body jerked as Jack delivered another impact. Thought train derailed and dick in agony, I gritted my teeth as I tried to twist my wrist free. My dick was really starting to feel it now, I NEEDED a reprieve. We'd started without too much of a size difference, but that was steadily growing once more as his shaft rammed into mine. This time I fell all the way back, lying prone on the mat. Jack tried to capitalize by shifting his grip back onto my shoulders, but I had enough sense left to keep my hands away from his. Instead he settling for positioning them on either side of me.

Just as I was about to rise up and throw him off of me, the hammer fell. Then again. And again. And again. Jack had picked up the pace of thrusts, no longer giving the long wind up but instead pounding against me relentlessly. There was nothing I could do but lie there helpless, grimacing as my cock was thoroughly thrashed by Jack's. Not only was his dick bludgeoning mine into submission, but there was another, secondary torment that I'd overlooked before. Each thrust not only hammered my member with his, but also caused his heavy balls to swing into mine, clubbing me with his heavy wrecking balls. Defenseless, I had no choice but to lie there as I learned the true meaning of 'take it like a man'.

After a few minutes of sheer agony, grunting as the entirety of my manhood was made to suffer under Jack's hammering blows, the pain began to subside somewhat. Maybe I was about to catch a break, perhaps the mighty 'Jackhammer' could only go on for so long before he hammered himself tired, this could be my change! Looking down to try and gauge the situation I saw that Jack's dick was still at full size, it was mine that was getting worn out. I watched in despair as Jack continued pounding into me, making a heavy, meaty slapping noise with each thrust. Now that I knew the score, I could feel my member losing nearly all of its size as Jack's erection battered and bludgeoned it back into nothing.

This couldn't be happening, there was no way someone like Jack could outdo me in size AND strength; the 'Jackhammer' should have been no match for my 'Infinerection' (patent pending). I could normally keep it up for hours and here Jack had busted me down to flaccid in... I glanced at the clock... thirty-seven minutes! That meant that there was only twenty-three minutes left! It was a stretch but if I could just get it back up and hold out to beat the clock; there was still the chance that I could win on a technicality. The climax tally was still zero to one in my favor after all.

Gritting my teeth I tried to flex my dick in quick sudden bursts in a bid to jump start my dwindled erection but Jack's grindstone cock filled each and every attempt with pounding agony. Before I'd been able to lift his heavier member with mine but now it looked like his cock pined mine mercilessly. I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes tight and I tried to will every ounce of energy into my dick...

"Alright boys, that's it, I've seen enough to make my decision." Wincing, I open my eyes to look over at Aeryn. Leaning forward with her hands on her knees, her legs were spread open allowing me to see a very visible wet spot on her G-string thong and against her inner thigh. Her eyes almost gleamed as she looked us over, and she casually flicked her long ponytail aside. I grimaced again. My dick, spurred on by her display gave a spirited attempt to come back from the grave but was met with an agonizing reprisal as Jack ground his dick down into mine.

Noticing him, Aeryn called out to him, "That's enough Jack." He didn't seem to notice and continued bearing down on me, squashing the prospect of an erection any time soon. She called out to him again, and this time I caught a hint of irritation in her voice, "I said, 'That's ENOUGH Jack.'" He faltered at this one, pausing in mid-press. He didn't apply as much pressure but the fact still remained that he still had my dick trapped under a full length pin, from head to base and even his balls, the entire weight of his manhood was pressing down on mine and doing no favors to my own virility.

Aping Aeryn, I gave him a dissatisfied glare, "Yeah Jack, get off me man." He snorted, giving a 'hmph' but finally pulled away. As he lifted his cock off of mine I was able to fully witness the devastation he'd caused first hand. I propped myself up and saw that Jack's heavy member was still rigidly hard and protruded straight out with veins bulging all along his thick shaft. On the other hand, although it was still somewhat large, Jack's meaty cock had left my dick completely powerless and it lied limply on my stomach.

Thoroughly worn out I slowly lifted myself up to get back onto my knees. Jack was already facing Aeryn with a smug air of superiority. As I shifted to face her as well, I flinched as I felt a jolt of pain, course through my softened member as it swung flaccidly between my legs. I glanced at Jack. Still jutting out proudly, his rock hard member was on full display for Aeryn, but there was silver lining to this storm cloud... there was still a good deal of dried up cum, MY dried up cum, on Jack's stomach and cock. Perhaps Aeryn would take that into consideration when making her decision. It was a slim chance though as my dick dangled unimpressively whilst Jack's jutted out proudly.

"Well, I've got to say that you both did surprisingly well. Much better than I had anticipated for either of you." She toyed with her hair alluringly, and I felt my stomach twist itself in knots as my erection failed to respond. She turned to me, treating to a sultry smile, "You gave Jack a real run for his money... and a very impressive money shot to close with. But that left you pretty much defenseless, a pity you let your guard down afterwards." She then turned to Jack, giving him a wry smirk, "And you, very impressive turn around. I almost had you marked as a goner if it weren't for you capitalizing on his post climactic cool-down." I smiled inwardly despite the pain, at least she had noticed who'd been directing the match for the most part. Aeryn smiled and looked at us both stretching erotically to show off her bodies curves. Again my stomach turned itself over at the lack of an erectile response whilst Jack's member stood strong, pulsing slightly from her little display. She smirked, then continued, "But, to quote Highlander, 'There can only be one' and so the winner is..."

Aeryn grinned, looking at us both, "Jack." I winced, but it didn't really come as too much of a surprise. I'd only come once, and although Jack was dry on that point, he had managed to retain his erection while mine's had gone limp. If that wasn't a clear sign of defeat then I don't know what would have counted. I sighed, shrugged, and gave Jack a curt nod (a handshake and a pat on the back probably wasn't the most appropriate of responses). I wasn't about to protest the fact that he'd tricked me into giving up my advantage, Aeryn had allowed it after all, that way I came off a gracious rival rather than a sore loser.

Jack sure was a sore winner though, "Hah-hah black boy. Looks like your dick was no match for the might of my awesome Jackhammer!" I looked at him mutely before shrugging it off. He'd won only by decision and all he got as a reward was first go with Aeryn, I'd still have the chance to screw her senseless afterward. I winced again as another pang shot through my shaft. That is IF I could get it up by then. I now understood what she'd meant by 'if he can still get it up', my cock had been ruthlessly bludgeoned into inactivity and even the smallest sign of life was accompanied by a tedious throbbing pain all through my shaft, even my balls felt like they'd gone through the ringer a few times over.

With me out of the picture for now, Aeryn focused in on Jack, smiling coyly and beckoning him towards her as she spread her legs. Erection throbbing and ready to go after defeating me, he stepped up to the plate eagerly and enthusiastically thrust his shaft between her legs. Mentally I gave a laugh, 'Hah! Anyone who knew anything about sex knew that you never just jumped right into things no matter how pent up you were. She could be seconds away from creaming herself, but you still had to build up the anticipation. Just shoving it in and thrusting? That was no way to get a girl worked up, you had to... to...'

My inner monologue petered out as the sounds of Aeryn's spirited cries of rapture sunk in. She'd wrapped her legs around his waist trying to drive him deeper even as he relentlessly pounded into her. Her hands gripped his back tightly and there was a distant look on her face as she moaned louder and louder. I couldn't help but be surprised, and even a little impressed at this turn around by Jack, he was turning out to be more competent than I had realized... At that, a nagging little thought popped into my head, 'Perhaps he was never that incompetent to begin with...'

That train of thought was cut off as Jack brought Aeryn to a screaming orgasm. An actual legs locked, toe curling, eye-rolling orgasm. Despite what had happened before I couldn't help but be impressed... and again that little monologue sunk in, 'How did you 'know' Jack was undersized? Did you really think a girl like Aeryn would trade in two studs for him without a good reason? Maybe this wasn't a chance for you to prove your worth, but for him to prove his... and you drew the short straw...'

Jack gave a few final thrusts for good measure as he came as well, burying his member deep inside her to shoot his load inside her. I tried to dismiss my doubts with the belief that while it was possible for Aeryn and Jack to be in cahoots in trying to make me look bad, her 'screaming orgasm', was more a performance from Aeryn than it was proficiency from Jack. I mean that was just something you saw in porn, girls didn't do that in real life.

Yet here Jack was, proving me wrong in the most brutally blatant of ways. Pulling his big cock out of Aeryn with a damp flopping noise, he looked over to me with an arrogant smirk as strands of cum trailing between Aeryn's quivering pussy and the head of his cock, "Alright, she's all yours little man," he gave a smug self- conceited chortle as he left Aeryn gasping on the couch, a thin sheen of his leftover cum smeared over her labia. "And to show I'm a good sport I even warmed her up for you." I grumbled inwardly at this 'show of sportsmanship'. I doubted that he or even Aeryn knew of my sexual prowess when it came to oral foreplay, so instead I chalked up his snide commentary on what was effectively an outright act of sabotage to general vindictiveness rather than arrogant gloating. 

Frustrations aside, it was my turn now.

Though the pain in my dick had subsided significantly, I was still nowhere near to reaching full size yet. In theory, I could still work my magic with a lower level lip-lock that would soon have her screaming, but in reality, it was just too demeaning to get down on my knees and eat Aeryn out just after Jack had cum inside her. No, I'd have to do this the hard way without any foreplay whatsoever. Standing up, I cracked my fingers like a pianist, stretching my arms outward extravagantly as I stalled for time, "All right then, you've had fury, now it's time for finesse." 

This got a haughty laugh from Jack, "Hah-hah, oh yes! Let's see how little Mr. Black Man compares to the Almighty Jackhammer," he gestured dismissively to my semi-hard hard cock, "And look! You still can't even manage to get it up! But I guess after getting hammered by my huge cock, your puny little pecker knows to stay down."

I did my best not to glare at him after that remark. Snide commentary and general vindictiveness aside, what was really getting to me was that arrogant little smirk he was wearing. Without resorting to cunnilingus I literally wasn't left with much to work with, and it would be a job and a half to wipe that smug grin off his face. However, as he took time to mock my mediocre member, I couldn't help but noticing that his own manhood seemed to be steadily shrinking as well. Perhaps I was right after all, maybe Jack was a one-trick pony; impressive out the gate but couldn't handle the long run.

Ignoring him, but keeping that invigorating thought in mind, I stepped toward Aeryn to take hold of her legs to continue from the Missionary Position. However, as I approached, Aeryn waved me away dazedly and for a moment I wondered if she was going back on her promise on letting me screw her. However seeing my expression she smiled, and gave me an airy sigh, "Hold... just hold on a second so I can catch myself..." For a few moments, she just lay there, panting and looking amazingly sexy while doing so. Each breath made her beautifully proportioned breasts rise and fall spectacularly and I could feel my stomach straighten itself out as my erection built back up to steam. After a minute or two of this, Aeryn gave a sultry smile, "Man... that was as exhausting as it was invigorating..."

"Well if you thought Jack was good, then I'll just have to show you Nirvana." I smiled back confidently; Aeryn's cool-down time had given my cock a few much needed moments of respite to revitalize. Nearly back up to full size, I thrust my rejuvenated erection out confidently for Aeryn's evident approval. Warmly smiling at her, I leaned forward and softly spoke into her ear, "Try not to cum TOO much," with just enough volume to let Jack overhear what I was saying.

Jack opened his mouth, primed for a snappy retort, but as he glanced down at my dick and noticed my burgeoning erection, he settled for giving a guttural grunt. I smiled inwardly, 'Not so smug now Jackie-Boy?' However, I didn't dwell on Jack's dwindling dick-size for long... after all I had more important things to think about. I looked down at Aeryn's prone body with a slick smile, "So Aeryn, if you'll all done lounging about after Jacks mediocre performance, how'd you like me to show you how it's really done?"

If one thing could be said about Aeryn it was that she was a real trooper; dedicated to her ideals. Even after a ruthless pounding from Jack's unwieldy dick, she still smiled eagerly as she spread her long legs wide open, licking her fingertips and encouragingly rubbing her pussy. With a sultry laugh and a saucy smile, she gestured for me to come forward, "Well then, if you feel so confident with yourself, feel free to step up to the plate and show me what I've been missing..." Her enthusiasm, especially after such a brutal bang at the hands of Jack, was worrisome, and again I wondered just what had I gotten myself into. However, the promise of steamy sex with a smoking hot babe quickly flooded me with a torrent of confidence.

Ignoring the dull aching sensation in my dick and forgetting the trials she'd put me through (not to mention the tribulations Jack had subjected me to), I happily complied. Still not fully recovered from the hammering prior, at first I didn't think I was hard enough to make it in, but Aeryn seemed loose enough for me to slide into her without too much difficulty. So sidling up between her legs, I gave her pussy an experimental massage with the head of cock, and then without further fanfare, shifted my hips forward for a hands-free entry. 

Despite the smooth entry, once inside, her pussy gripped my cock like a vice. I groaned as she clamped down on me, her tight folds squeezing my still somewhat soft cock to a standstill. Gritting my teeth, I tried my best to thrust forward. With a harsh jerk, I managed to shove another inch deeper. Barely more than halfway in, I tried another thrust. This time I was rewarded with a throbbing pain along the length of my dick. Looking down, I saw that unable to move forward, my shaft had bunched up and bent sideways some. Trying not to panic at my predicament, I shifted my hips back. With her pussy still gripping the head of my cock in her tight folds, I was relieved to feel the bend straighten out.

Unsure as where or how to progress from here, I shifted my hands from off of Aeryn's legs and onto her hips. Lifting her waist, I pulled back as far as her tight folds would let me before thrusting forwards as forcefully as possible. I didn't make much progress penetration wise; my semi-soft cock scarcely sliding in even an inch, but the force of my thrust did manage to make Aeryn's boobs bounce spectacularly. Bracing myself, I backed off for another thrust forward; another bounce. Securing my grip on Aeryn's hips, I grinned inwardly.

I have to admit that I am an unabashed breast man and having Aeryn's fantastic pair right in my face was more than enough to counter the hammering Jack had handed me prior. With each thrust into Aeryn's tight cunt and every bounce of her supple tits, I could feel my erection strengthen, growing more and more rigid inside her. The way her lithe body was positioned allowed my dick to slide unbendingly into her tight body, and I could begin to steadily increase the speed and force of my thrusts beyond a slow tease. Soon I could hear her polite pants of feigned interest turn to genuine gasps of pleasure. Setbacks aside, I was finally gaining some traction with my modified missionary position.

However, while Aeryn was undoubtedly feeling it, I could also tell that I wasn't doing quite well enough to 'WOW' her. Though after the vigorous plowing she'd suffered just moments prior from Jack's tactless yet relentless fucking, who could really blame me? It was like trying to impress someone with fireworks after being blinded by a flash-bang.

I wouldn't say I was completely ineffective, after all I'd managed to get Aeryn moaning in genuine ecstasy, but there was at least a half octave difference in the impassioned cries she gave Jack and the subdued ones she was giving me. Jack hammering me down and plowing her out had left me with a significant uphill battle, unable to utilize my techniques that would have her having the orgasm of a lifetime.

With the effects of my efforts still limited, I knew that while she was undoubtedly feeling it I would need something more if I was to show up Jack and get her to cum at least as vocally as she'd been with him. A minute or two of an oral administration to her snatch would rectify the issue, but I wouldn't be putting my mouth anywhere near where Jack's dick had been. Furthermore, I doubted that Aeryn was in the mood for foreplay anymore, especially not after Jack's dry entry penetration. No, if I was going to wipe the grin of Jack's face, I'd have to ditch the mundane and take an extremely risky gamble.

Under the guise of adding a little extra oomph into my thrusts, I leaned in toward Aeryn wrapping my arms around her slim waist and securing my hold against her back. Her soft gasps took on a slightly raised pitch at our increased intimacy but suddenly turned into an impassioned cry of elation and surprise as I lifted her up off the couch to continue with a little mid-air intercourse.

At this sudden change in altitude, Aeryn wrapped her arms tightly around my neck whilst clamping her long lithe legs around my waist. With the added security of her support, I was then free to release her waist and shift my grip onto her pert ass. Not only did this give me a priceless opportunity to cop a feel of her tight buns, but in the process of shifting my grip she panicked and tightened her hold on me, sinking my dick even deeper inside her.




Double Whammy



Still a little sensitive from the fierce cockfight before, my dick began growing over-stimulated by the sudden extension of exploration inside Aeryn's body. To cover my need for a brief breather I let her sit there in mid-air for a few moments, keeping her poised precariously on my erection so she could compose herself and so I could calm down.

Settling down some, to smooth the transition I had planned I positioned my face alongside hers to whisper in her ear seductively, "Brace yourself..." Giving me a puzzled look as I gripped her ass firmly but tenderly, I lifted Aeryn up a few inches before slowly lowering her back down. She stiffened slightly, opening her mouth to give an anxious gasp, still a little apprehensive about our aerial activities, but the feel of my cock sliding up and down inside her served to relax the mood.

Steadily beginning to increase the pace of my motions, I complemented the rise and fall of her body with hip thrusts of my own. This got a sharp 'Eep!' out of her, followed by a series of very encouraging moans.

I grinned, "Alright then, now let's get into the swing of things..." There was just enough time for Aeryn to give me a quizzical look and open her mouth to question me before I began swinging my hips back and forth, rocking her body in a counter-rhythm so that my cock slammed into her pussy full force with a delicious wet slapping sound.

Eyes shut in ecstasy, Aeryn moaned wildly as I thrust into her, rocking our bodies back and forth like a pendulum, pounding her pussy full force with prolonged powerful strokes. Capitalizing on her enthusiasm, I upped the force and speed of my efforts all while trying to maintain a constant beat, keeping her pussy pulsing with the rhythmic pounding of my cock. Thoroughly enjoying our aerial intimacy, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself close. Caught up in a daze of lust and passion, Aeryn panted heatedly as I pumped into her; the feel of her warm breath wafting against the side of my neck added an arousing erotic edge to our intercourse.

Between Aeryn's amorous moans and the feel of her full breasts pressing against my chest, my cock was rock hard now; there was no doubt about that. Nor was there any sign of the beating my shaft had suffered at the hands of Jack's huge hammering blows before. With the way I was gradually guiding Aeryn towards orgasm, I wondered what was going through Jackie-boy's head, seeing me slam his sexy girlfriend in ways he'd never dreamed of. For that matter, what did Aeryn think about getting filled to capacity by the cock that lost?

Panting voicelessly, Aeryn looked at me with bleary eyes. She seemed out of it as she bounced up and down in front of me, a thin line of saliva trailing down the side of her open mouth. Even with the intensity of my thrusts she remained silent, as though riding through the calm in the midst of the storm and from the raspy gasps she was starting to give, I knew that the lull would soon break into tempest of passion.

As Aeryn's voice regained its volume, I picked up the pace of my thrusts to help her make that final ascent to the heights of ecstasy. Slick with sweat, her glistening body bounced against me energetically with every impassioned thrust I gave, my hands cradled under her tight ass as I held her aloft. Her wavy brown hair now looked wildly disheveled with errant strands falling beguilingly across her face.

My cock had remained rigidly rock hard for quite a while now and with the added sensuality of Aeryn's racy unkempt looks it showed no sign of regressing back to the semi-soft state it was in before. Though this made edging Aeryn toward orgasm easier, it also meant that my own climax was rapidly approaching and I could feel the need to cum steadily rising.

Pulse pounding, I stopped the pendulum motion of our hips to instead solely focus on slamming my cock upward into her pussy, making an arousing wet smacking noise in the process. I was doing my fervent best to get her to climax before I reached my own limit and ended up spilling my seed before being able to finish the job. The sudden change in pace caught Aeryn off guard and I felt her grip tighten around my neck and her plaintive moans took on a more urgent note. 

Just when I thought I was down to my last hurrah, our aerial antics reached their climax (in more ways than one) and I felt Aeryn's tight slit grip the length of my cock, squeezing it savagely. If I'd still been shrugging off my sensitivity from earlier, I knew that the force of her contractions would have crushed my cock then and there. Thankfully due to the feel of her erotic body, getting to grip that sweet ass, and lest of all, those bouncing boobs right in front of me, I had enough erectile fortitude to withstand her crushing grip with little more than a groan of agony and bliss. A second agonizing contraction sent me closer to the edge and I could feel my knees buck begin to buck a little. Moving with her internal motions, I persisted in letting her ride my cock midair as she rode out her orgasm, but as a third contraction threatened to bring me crashing to my knees with her right on top of me, I knew our mid-air antics had come to an end.

As I turned around to sit us back down on the couch, the realization of what I'd just accomplished set in and a wave of exhaustion swept over me like a tsunami, outstripping and overwhelming my need to cum. Resting atop me as she tried to catch her breath from the ultra-intense sex, Aeryn panted deeply; her lithe, warm, wet body practically plastered against me... though the lull didn't last for long.

Whereas it seemed like her orgasm had drained me of all my stamina, Aeryn carried on despite her fatigue, and continued by happily riding my cock with a slow cowgirl grind. Like I'd said before, Aeryn was a trooper. It was as though her orgasm had siphoned my energy into her. The hip-lifted sex session probably hadn't done me much good either.

Sexually exhausted after such a lascivious sex session my erection had begun to wane from the force of her convulsions, but the feel of her hips moving against mine and her pert D-cup breast softly swinging right in front of my face restored a bit of life to my manhood.

With the need to cum no longer an urgent concern, I could concentrate on the task at hand, namely, usurping Jack. While Aeryn had moaned just as vocally with me as she had with him, deep down I knew that the intensity of her orgasmic cries was for the most part due to her being held aloft while getting fucked rather than the ferocity of my fucking; whereas as with Jack, his huge tool power-fucked her into ecstasy with ease. I knew that if he ever got the upper body stamina to mimic my midair tryst he'd easily be able to out-fuck me if Aeryn ever asked for a rematch.

Trying to put Jack and his monstrous cock out of mind, I instead tried to focus on the task at hand in pleasuring Aeryn. Though in my current state I wouldn't be able to beat his barbaric attempt at intimacy, I was reassured in knowing that at the very least I had matched his ministrations. Plus, seeing as Aeryn still seemed to be riding a wave of ecstasy from her previous orgasm, all I needed to do was to keep that momentum going to entice another. Rotating my hips in a slow circle I let my dick gyrate around inside Aeryn, letting her recover whilst still keeping her aroused. A steady response of soft moans let me know that I was on the right track. Just a few minutes more and she'd hit her peak once again, proving my virility was more than a match for Jack's. Though there was quite the difference in size, style seemed to count for just as much.

That's when Jack rudely decided to interject; literally.

While thrusting into Aeryn, I felt a familiar meaty slapping sensation against the base of my cock, uncomfortably close to my balls. Wincing some at the impacts , I tried to gird myself for what would undoubtedly come next, but there was no way I could prepare for the feel of Jack's broad cock head forcing its way into Aeryn's tight cunt.

Already coasting toward another orgasm, the addition of Jack's big cock turned what had been a steady progression into a sudden acceleration, causing Aeryn to let out a long loudening moan. While it wasn't quite enough to push her over the edge, it did get her significantly aroused, and once more, I was subjected to the crushing force of her sensual squeezing. However, unlike during my previous encounter with Aeryn's orgasmic power, I wasn't nearly as rigid and coupled with the fact that I was getting squeezed right alongside Jack's re-energized erection, I was feeling little ecstasy and a lot of agony.

I'd was sure that after his furious fucking before finally cumming, Jack would have been spent for the rest of the evening, but evidently his downtime during me and Aeryn's aerial tryst had given his cock ample time to make a complete recovery, getting it back up just in time to interrupt my finale. I was in no position to see his erection, but as he steadily pushed into Aeryn alongside me, it certainly felt like he was back to his full size. Grimacing, I could feel his thick member roughly shoving up against mine; it was almost as if he was trying to push me to the side and force me out. In fact, that's exactly what happened.

Using his bulging head as a bulldozer backed by his thick cock, he plowed into Aeryn forcing my erection out of her in the process, "Later alligator. Looks like you're just no match for the Jackhammer!" I grimaced as I felt Jack shift his hips forward, filling my prior position, and begin to hammer Aeryn down on top of me. For a moment I just lay there in shock. I couldn't believe it, Jack had done it again; from the jaws of victory he'd handed me defeat.

...no. No. NO. This was NOT going to happen to me, not again. Jack wasn't going to capitalize on all my hard efforts with a last second sleight of hand and leave me out in the lurch. While not at a hundred percent strength, my dick still had a good degree of rigidity to it, and despite the hammering impacts bringing back bad memories from the start of our contest, I was determined to ride out this rodeo to the bitter end. Moreover, Aeryn's supple tits energetically bouncing right above me spurred a little more life to my erection.

Feeling a bit of strength return to my shaft, I thrust upward, bumping my head up against the underside of Jack's cock. "Ungh," he grunted laboriously before catching himself, "Not likely little man," and then hammered downwards again, using Aeryn's hips to try to subdue me; he may have well tried to douse a fire by adding fuel.

Hearing Jack grunt, I smiled as a beguiling thought ran through my mind, 'Hrmm, perhaps his recovery wasn't a complete one after all...' Strengthened by this little revelation, I gave another impassioned thrust upward against Jack, grinding against the underside of his cock this time, causing him to falter as I tried to force my way in alongside his. He hit me with another Jackhammer slam and I took the impact with a grunt of my own.

Despite the setback, I continued on, using the force of his impact to assist with my re-entry as I slid into Aeryn alongside Jack. For my efforts, Aeryn arched her body against me, moaning amorously at the feel of having two dicks buried within her. I gave a silent sigh of relief at this, for a moment I was worried that my absence would go unnoticed, but Aeryn's emphatic response quashed my qualms. I was back in Aeryn and back in the game.

Still at something of a disadvantage, I grunted as Jack gave another rough thrust into Aeryn, shoving my cock to the side as he buried his own manhood a few inches past mine. Bracing myself, I retaliated with a thrust of my own, causing a moment's pause with Jack's slow, powerful thrusts. 'Nice try, but you're not as rock solid as you're letting on Jackie-boy...'

As our competing cocks continued vying for supremacy inside Aeryn, I couldn't help but wonder how she could stand Jack's huge unwieldy dick bludgeoning into her, let alone enjoy it. But enjoy it Aeryn was, and between the combination of Jack's iconic jackhammer and my own adroit technique, the statuesque beauty was thoroughly enjoying the ride of having two dicks dueling within her and was once more climbing the heights of ecstasy.

Inside Aeryn, our cocks collided once again, shaft grinding against shaft as we wrestled for supremacy. Jack was teetering between losing his erection and losing his cool; too little effort and I'd batter him down, but if he tried too much, he'd end up blowing his load and his chances. However, I wasn't out of the woods yet either and while my rigid dick was undoubtedly doing a number on both Aeryn and Jack, it was also getting its fair share of stimulation from Jack's bludgeoning member and Aeryn's gripping folds.

The sexual struggle steadily escalated as we jousted back and forth inside Aeryn, neither of us able to secure an advantage over the other. Jack and I were locked in a violent stalemate; it was no longer a battle between his size and my strength, but rather a test of stamina, an endurance challenge to see who could last the longest.

Looking to break the stalemate, I began giving a series of piston-like thrusts upward, timing it so that I'd be hitting both Jack and Aeryn simultaneously. Meanwhile, Jack's relentless Jackhammer had slowed to more leisurely gait as his broad size now made his member a bigger target rather than a better fuck. Slowly but surely, I was edging him out, and all the while, Aeryn was screaming and moaning in exuberance and excitement as her senses were overwhelmed at the non-stop sensation of having two dicks perpetually pummeling into her.

She wasn't the only one; my cock was getting wonderfully invigorated and I could feel the urge to cum steadily rising. Yet I kept my pace, not letting up as I tried to coax the other into cumming while holding off on my own orgasm. As a pleasant side effect Jack was getting a taste of his own medicine his thrusts slowing down to a near standstill, and from the sound of his laborious breathing I could tell he was on the verge of blowing his load. 

All parties teetering on the edge of orgasm, I redoubled my efforts upward; slamming into the two of them with arguably more force that Jack's initial use of his 'iconic' Jackhammer, banking on my exhaustion mitigating my need for release. I knew I was spending a check my body couldn't possibly cash, but for a guy who'd been robbed a victory once already, I was willing to go to any length to repay Jack with compound interest. The opportunity to send Aeryn to the heights of ecstasy once more was a very welcome bonus.

Suddenly giving a loud groan, Jack gripped the top of the couch with trembling hands, forcing his hips downward with all his might burying his cock deep inside Aeryn in a desperate attempt to quell my upsurges. Knowing what was coming, I upped the force of my thrusts, trying to bury my cock alongside his and send him over the edge. In no time at all, I could feel his entire length bulge against mine then shudder as he released his load, shooting a few strands of cum deep inside Aeryn before dying down, his erection quivering feebly as it rapidly began to retract. Moments after, Aeryn hit her own climax, her pussy clamping down around my cock once more as an orgasmic tremor ran through her shapely frame. I had to give it to her; despite having both Jack and I pounding into her moments prior, her velvety folds wrapped around my solo member just as tight as the first time.

Despite my prevailing exhaustion from taking on Jack both directly and indirectly, via cockfight and double penetration respectively, the knowledge that I'd knocked him out of the running, usurping his 'Jackhammer' along the way, sent an exhilarating rush through my body. Without missing a beat I picked up where he'd left off, hammering my hips upward into Aeryn's with my newfound vigor, keeping her suspended by the force of my thrusts alone. Encouragingly, she amorously wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling her sweat slicked body close to mine, moaning sultrily in my ear. Her ever erotic mannerisms were more than enough of an inspiration to secure my second wind and assure that my dick remained rigidly buried inside her.

Clocked out for good and now exhaustedly lounging on the floor in front of us, I knew that Jack's position gave him a front row seat to watch as I plowed into Aeryn. Her wild moans of elation would soon be getting to him, but after the burning humiliation he'd put me through, I figured some extra comeuppance was at hand. 

Still calming down from her orgasm (one that occurred AFTER Jack had left the proceedings I might add) I took the opportunity to lift Aeryn's legs in order to spin her around into a sitting reverse cowgirl position. Breathing heavily but looking ready for more, Aeryn didn't give me any objection and complied with my directive nudges as she rose up, faced away from me, and then straddling my cock, settled back down as she squeezed it back into her tight pussy. If she thought she was having fun before, then Aeryn would soon be in for a very pleasant surprise.

I started my finale with an all out attempt to elicit one final climax. Encouragingly, Aeryn leaned back to wrap her arms around my head, staring down as she watched my cock piston in and out of her. As an added bonus to her shifting position, not only was I able to taunt Jack with an up close and personal view of my rock hard cock sliding in and out of her pussy, but I was also able to hammer my erection straight upward into Aeryn's tight snatch, nailing her G-spot head on. 

The reaction was instantaneous and throwing her head back Aeryn let loose a long escalating moan already nearing another climax. Spurred on by this knowledge, I increased the speed of my thrusts, the sound of my hips smacking into her pert ass only fueling my vigor. I knew I couldn't keep this up forever, but just by doing it in meant I'd already achieved my goal. At the very least, I'd go out with a bang neither Aeryn nor Jack would forget.

My efforts were soon rewarded as once again I felt Aeryn's pussy squeeze my dick in a vice-grip as she reached her climax convulsing wildly in the process. She arched her svelte body against me, giving me an ideal view of her shapely frame and tapered waistline. Her voice came out in a series of raspy gasps, causing her chest to rise and fall expressively, making her supple tits move up and down in a gentle rolling motion. All throughout this orgasmic upheaval, I continued to pound my hips upward into her, savoring the feel of her long lithe legs spread wide by my hands, watching her body convulse in pleasure. It was risky, pushing myself so far past my limit, but it was also very rewarding, as Aeryn went wild, hitting climax after climax.

Whereas her body had now gone rigid with pleasure, her hips shuddered uncontrollably as her pussy continued to spasm and a few dregs of cum slid out of her quivering pussy. My heart skipped a beat; this couldn't be mine seeing as the only time I'd came was during the cockfight. The only explanation for it was that my cock was forcing out Jack's double loads. Giddy at the prospect of expelling Jack's seed and cementing his defeat, I tightened my grip and began to hammer upward even more vigorously, expending the last of my energy in expelling as much of Jack's spunk from out of Aeryn before blowing my own load.

Unable to hold it any longer, I came, my rigid dick pulsing and flexing inside Aeryn as I unloaded a series of hearty cum-shots. Groaning as I pumped load after load of my spunk into her, Aeryn joined me with one final climax of her own and for a few moments we were in sync, each flex of my dick mirrored by a squeeze from her pussy.

However, all good things must come to an end and as my cock expelled its last load of cum it slowly started to soften. Unfortunately this meant that it was once again subjected to the crushing force of Aeryn's snatch as she went through her final throes of passion. Thankfully, unlike Jack who'd flopped out of Aeryn's folds totally flaccid, only moments after he'd came, my dick was neither completely hard nor soft and as it slipped from out of her squeezing womanhood, it still remained somewhat upright.




Double Whammy



Sexually exhausted, Aeryn panted wearily but with a wide smile on her face, "The reason I was looking for another guy to take on Jack wasn't because I wanted to watch his big cock dominate his opponents, or an even bigger opponent dominate his." She paused tiredly, still trying to catch herself. Watching her chest rise and fall as she lay back on the couch got an encouraging flex from my cock. It wasn't enough to rouse it completely, but given a few minutes it would be up and ready for another round. I on the other hand was beat.

Composing herself, Aeryn continued, "You and Jack's cockfight was just a bit of free foreplay for me; something to watch while I got myself in the mood for something more." I struggled to stop from grinning; Aeryn had always been a girl in the mood for more. Catching my poorly masked poker face, she simply gave me a sly smile and continued talking, "Plus... it also got you two in a really competitive mood, which I find brings out the best in a guy."

Stretching and showing off the svelte body that had enamored us both, Aeryn swung her legs up and daintily stood. Unabashedly nude, she placed one hand her hip as she continued talking to us; we were her captive audience, and even if she weren't totally naked, she'd still have our attention. Clothed or unclothed, Aeryn had a body that exuded sexuality regardless.

"One-on-one," she turned toward to Jack, "You only care about your own pleasure and just go at it like a jack-rabbit, 'hump-hump-hump-hump-hump'." She punctuated this point by forcefully smacking her palms together. "But when you're going up against someone else, you're consciously trying to outdo them and actually try to think as you crew. If you did that all the time I wouldn't have so much of an issue with your 'Jackhammering'."

I couldn't help but feel pleased seeing Jack' crestfallen look, but Aeryn was ready to rain on my parade as she wryly looked at me. "And as for you," No good ever came out of a sentence starting like that. "I've got to hand it to you that you seem to know what you're doing when it comes to getting a girl to cum. And with the impromptu double penetration you managed to hold on quite a bit longer than during your cockfight." Well perhaps some good could come out of this after all.

"However," and there it was, the metaphorical razor in the candy floss, "I think the real issue I had with you was that you can't hold off your initial orgasm... and then after that it take you a while to get it back up. Everything after that is pretty good." She paused, looking down at my raised dick, a precursor towards a full hard-on. She smiled, "Alright, I'll be generous, VERY good; it's just that you need so much of a run-up to get any traction." 

Giving what I could only call a sigh, Aeryn looked over both of us with a mix of disdain and dejection, "But looking back, it seems that neither of you are quite what I'm looking for." With another sigh, she picked up her two-piece and walked over to the side of the room depositing the garments in a clothes hamper.

Sitting in front of us on the arm of the couch and stretching her long legs out, Aeryn began to slide on a pair of figure hugging black track pants. The knowledge that she was doing this without putting on any panties or other underwear was not lost on me or Jack got a flex from both our dicks; though not much to show from Jack's softy, mine, which was nearly back to maximum hardness, gave a fairly impressive one, my size prominent enough to usurp Jack's dormant state of arousal.

Looking both of us over, her gaze lingering on my rejuvenated erection, Aeryn rolled her eyes with a smirk, "I'm flattered, really, I am.' Although she said it in a somewhat snide tone, I caught a hint of lust in her tone that I hoped was directed at me. "But if either of you think that you're getting another shot at shooting me up with your semen, then you've got another thing coming."

Sitting on the arm of the couch, pants midway up her thighs, Aeryn reached down to finger the outer folds of her pussy, making an arousing wet noise. Undoubtedly knowing the reaction it would cause, she carried on as if oblivious to this fact, "I've already got enough of you two's spunk stored up in here that putting on panties would be pretty much pointless; hence why I've got to go commando." She rolled her eyes again as this tidbit of information got another flex from us both, Jack even reaching down to start stroking his recovering cock. Ignoring us both, she continued, "Anyway, it was fun to have the two of you back to back and then at the same time." She paused and giving a lewd grin added, "Not to mention face to face as you went head to head. But yeah, still not quite what I was looking for."

"So Kent, I'll see you around sometime." And that was me dismissed. Despite the knowledge that this never would have been anything more than a onetime affair, I couldn't help but feel a little dejected at how things had turned out. I thought that in spite of the setbacks, I'd made an impressive enough impression to warrant at least ONE encore performance. Ignoring Jack's triumphant grin, I gave a resigned sigh and slowly stood, my body still somewhat stiff, shifting from the intense sex to simply sitting there listening. In a last ditch bid to sway Aeryn's mind, I leaned back and stretched, showing off my cut abs and seven inch dick, once again rigidly pointing upward. But while she looked me over appreciatively enjoying my little show, her opinion on matters was set.

Resigned to my fate, I slid on my boxers giving Jack a curt nod and smiling towards Aeryn, "Well, thank you for having me over this afternoon for this little ménage a trois event." I put the initial setback aside, no use reflecting on it now. Plus, getting to have sex with one of the sexiest girls I knew was quite a boon even if I had to deal with the lead weight of Jack. As I finished putting on my pants and began pulling my shirt over my head, I smiled to myself. Getting to put him in his place was a nice bonus to things. All in all, I had enjoyed myself and as I finished dressing, said as such, "It's been an honor and a pleasure." 

Turning to face me, still spectacularly topless Aeryn gave me a sultry grin that lifted my spirits, "Oh the pleasure was mine, trust me on that one." Smiling some, I gave Jack a nod to convey that there were no hard feelings between us. He nodded back somewhat begrudgingly and as I was headed to leave, seemed about to say something, but Aeryn had a few final choice words for him. "Now as for what's to become of you..."

As I closed the door, I shook my head at that hazard sign knowing that Jack's duration as Aeryn's significant other would soon be coming to an end. If he was lucky, he'd be able to get a few final romps before being dismissed like the many before him. If he was unlucky, he'd try to stay on and get kicked to the curb faster than last week's garbage. And with a black mark from Aeryn hovering over his head, he'd be hard up for a while trying to get a new girlfriend. I on the other hand, while still not a prospective suitor, had at least a little gold star hovering over me and was now in for a few favorable hook-ups. And it was all thanks to Aeryn and my first interracial cockfight and double penetration session.



Double Whammy - Ken and David



From my Diary..

Sunday 4th August2013... 1pm.

As always Ken had me in his mobile caravan, He travels alleviate country and I guess he has a guy in each place he parks up, but he regularly visits Torbay and when he calls me on my mobile, I know exactly what he wants and he buggers me until I am numb and cannot feel it there any more.

But he treats me well and always gives me a fifty note.

When I arrived he was already grasping himself through his jeans and, seeing his bulge I knew what I was in for and felt the cringe in my rear passage.

"Into the toilet with you dear boy" he said, staring at me with that serious lusty smile that said he was really craving for it.

He seemed to take great pleasure in first doing things in the loo. Sat on the toilet seat he clumsily removed my jeans and boxer shorts and immediately took my cock into his mouth no messing.

His suck was no mean task and he was always rough and touchy feely with his big hands encompassing my ass as he fully sucked me. He sort of liked to spread my ass cheeks as he seemed he wanted to swallow me and then, like a boy scout and ready prepared, he stuck a finger into a jar of Vaseline readily placed on the locker and then stuck it right up my ass without any finis whatsoever.

That was Ken. He took his sex rough and I had grown accustomed to it.

It seemed he was still sucking me five minutes later, by which time the initial hurt of his deep strong sucking wore off and I felt my cock begin to respond in giving me the most wonderful sexual sensualities. He continued to finger fuck me changing from one finger to two and his grunting and groaning between sucking was very loud and I felt his tongue working my foreskin tight back as he pressed his tongue tip into my p-hole with some relish.

"You taste and feel so fucking good Alex, I could have you for breakfast, dinner and tea and even supper, Now turn around and bend over so I can take the flavour of your ass, that so earthy nectar and familiar smell I love so much. I did as he asked and immediately felt his sucking there as he took a rest from my cock. But he licked my balls too and it was nice. It really made me feel complete and I felt so benevolent and comfortable with this guy who took his sex rough and hard, as he wanted it and not thinking of how I did. But thudding matter, he was paying me for services which I mainly enjoyed. The only thing didn't go for is when he loved to pee over my ass in the shower after he'd deep fucked me, I had already felt the hot stream of his spunk all over my ass and now, led into the shower, he showered me with his stinky urine. 

I just gritted my teeth and took it, hoping it would soon be over and that he would turn on the shower to cleanse me. But all the time, when he did that to me, I hoped upon hope he would not ask me to drink it, that would definitely be a no go.

I'd suck him before intercourse that was fine. He had a lovely pliable and thick cock which I loved to play with and the way he moaned was a real send on. He said one day he would spunk me in the mouth but wanted to save it for my ass, where he would spend it all at once, deep and plentiful inside his fuck tube as he called it, well prepared with his Vaseline fingers and sucked wide open for his veritable cock to enter, and when that happened I knew it, because he would take my ass like I was a piece of meat, grasp my hips and really hammered me, he loved his deep stiff hard fuck of my ass and he certainly got his fifty pounds worth

When he'd had his worth of me he lay exhausted on the bed and, releasing my handcuffs he thanked and paid me and told me I was still his favourite.

!I want you again next Sunday so come promise?"

I stood up and put my gear back on and made for the door, He teased me saying I was walking bandy but that was no surprise, but I had yet to see David in the evening and it would be an action replay, But I would have at least three hours to recover.

Sunday 3rd August 7pm.

"Hello David, how's you?"

David was always a predictable, considerate and gentle guy which is what I needed after serving Ken.

He would first want to suck me off, usually on the bed or sometimes one the edge of his snooker table.

He had a lovely bachelor pad and was always delighted to see me. Then he would like to sniff me up in different positions, especially on all fours when he would really take time to enjoy me orally everywhere which was always so nice and lovely. I would just relish everything, relax on all fours and let him enjoy me. Then he'd ask me if I was ready and when I said to go ahead, that I was hungry for it, he'd gently slide his beautiful cock inside me which was heavenly and slowly fuck me, holding my cock and balls at the same time until he was drawing near, when he would delightfully wank me so we could cum together. But he would always stop mid-fuck which was lovely because it enable for us both to cherish each other's throb as I tightened my rectal muscles and squeezed him inside me.

But having said that, this evening was different. His idea was that he didn't want our casual relationship to decline so had new ways to spice up our meetings.

I said fine but emphasised I was quite happy with what we did and it always seemed fresh to me.

"Well let us just try huh Alex" he said and I was always a willing horse, so long as what he had in mind didn't disturb everything that had proved successful and compatible with us

But then I discovered it was a little bit of Ken all over again because he brought out some various gadgets which told me he wanted to experiment with stretchy bands and handcuffs.

He loved to massage me on the bed but now he wanted to expand that theme by experimenting with the tie -on bands, handcuffing me to the bedrail and stuffing an apple into my mouth, after had partaken of my suck of him, then gagging me so the apple did not drop out.

Then he brought out a box of anal vibrators which, as far as I could tell, were all different sizes.

"This one represents my cock" he said looking very excited and pressing a button, it started to vibrate and looked like a real cock sure enough.

"But I want to start you off with the smaller size first Alex, It should be fun. I love your ass you know that and I want to make it as nice as possible as a build up to the real thing."

I submitted to his desires and knew David enough to realise he would do me no harm. So I removed my jeans as always and stood there in my tightest of briefs which he always loved to fondle.

"I have washed the pair you left last time Alex which have been well used, They were stiff with semen but you can leave a fresh pair for me after we have done huh?"

"Of course" I said. I loved the idea of him wanking to the sniff of my soiled briefs and felt it would keep him in good stead for the next session.

But this evening it was going to be different although the initial moves were unchanged, like the way he started to reveal my hole, and tease with his tongue which was always rather sensual.

"Wow! You are very open tonight Alex?"

IO guess he could see I was not fully closed after David's exportation of me but felt I should not tell him about David, in fear that he may not like it and would no longer wish to see me.

"It is just that I have had a mild form of diarrhoea "I lied.

"Aww poor thing let me massage this softening cream into you before we start with the vibrators."

And he gently teased his fingers around and around and in doing that he gave me a huge erection.

"My!" I think I ought to so something about that, don't you Alex? He retorted. And then I felt the absolute delight of his mouth fuck. It seemed I had been sucked so much that day and David's suck was more mellow and gentle, all those lovely teases with his tongue wrapping around my glans and teasing under the foreskin as he really enjoyed a good deep and satisfying sucking to the core, making me cum full into his hand, my spunk squirting everywhere.

"That was nice to be sure" he said wiping his mouth and this seem to have given him the zest to start inserting the anal vibrators into me, one by one, each having a different but very sensual feel about them

"I love this, your ass seems to really lap this treatment up."

Then he bound and handcuffed me and I felt like an animal waiting for the onslaught, but it was thrilling when he stuffed a small apple into my mouth and gagged me.

This seem to give him the impetus to really fuck me with the vibrators, teasing then from side to side as he pushed the into me one by one, sucking each one when he took it out. His moans   told me just how he loved that and each time he put the next size into me I was treated to the most wonderful ass spoiling, his licks and sucks sending me to another place it was so divine.

Reaching the largest vibrator I felt the full stretch, and it felt like Ken all aver gain. But David was happy and said he had enjoyed it so much and when he finally fucked me with the real live cock I relished and adored, it was always the perfect way to end our time together.

So the day's double whammy was over and I had two days to recover before it was Gary's turn.

He was different again but that is for the next time. I need to recuperate you see.



Double Whammy



I met with Mr. Louie promptly at two that afternoon and he ushered me into his office. He was a balding, mid-fifties Asian man with bad teeth and a rumpled suit. I began to wonder if maybe he couldn't afford proper translation services, and was just looking for someone who worked cheap. On the other hand, Paula had said she was happy working with him, so the least I could do was to listen.

"I import many machines from China and Thailand. Some are for plastics manufacturing and some for molding containers. Others are for woodworking. The instructions they send are in Chinese and then someone has tried to translate them into English. Even I cannot tell what they are trying to explain. I have to read the Chinese to find out. My customers are usually not Chinese, so I need to have good English instructions.

"Now I want to sell to chain stores, and in Québec. I must have French instructions before they will take my products. I am paying very high prices for translation services, and then I have to go back more than once because they do not understand the machinery and how it functions. I need someone who can understand the equipment and the instructions." He finished and sat quietly, his fingers gabled in front of his chest.

"I understand your problem. The only thing I can suggest is that we give it a try and then, if I can do the work, we can work out a fee schedule that works for both of us. Agreed?"

"Yes. That is a good suggestion. I hope you can do this job. It would be very helpful to my business and I would make it worthwhile for you," he promised.

"Why don't you give me an example and we'll see how it goes. I can work here or I can take it home and bring it back tomorrow, or when I am done."

"I think you would find my computer difficult to use," he smiled. "I suggest you use your machine and let me know when you are finished. We can review the results then."

"Good. If you'll show me the instructions, I'll get going."

He walked to a side table and took a thin, multi-page folder off the top of a pile and handed it to me. "Come with me," he said.

He took me out into his warehouse and I was immediately surrounded by crates of equipment as well as open machinery sitting on the floor. It was all new and painted. Some pieces I recognized and others I did not.

"This is the machine that your instructions are for. Please look it over. If you have any questions, please ask." 

I nodded as he stood by me while I compared the drawings on the manual with the actual machine. They looked identical, but appearances can be deceiving.

"How would you rate the accuracy of these drawings?" I asked him.

"Most of them are quite good. Occasionally, they will send old drawings with new machines and that causes much difficulty. Then I have to go back to the factory and wait for new drawings. I have machines on the floor that I have paid for which I cannot sell. Very bad for business."

"I can imagine. Well, this set of drawings looks pretty much like this machine, so I'll get started and if I run into problems, I'll call you. This first job is a free trial, as I said. I want to find out if I can do this job, and then find out if I can make a living at it." 

He nodded with a smile. "A wise precaution."

I slid into my car and started for home. I was really up and fervently hoping this was going to turn out to be something worthwhile. It had nothing to do with my previous job, but on the surface it was so much more interesting. If I could make it work, I was sure I would be happier.

It didn't take long for Judy to pour cold water on it.

"What do you know about machinery? How can you possibly make any money out of this?"

"Well, I've talked to someone who already is making a living at it. She works from home most of the time, which is what I would like to be able to do."

"Oh, great. You sit around all day, drinking coffee while I work my butt off in the lab."

"Why do you think that? If I take the job, it's true I would be doing it here. It would also cut our expenses. No commuting. Seems to me, it would be a better situation for us."

"You're going to have to show me that you can earn a living, Jake. I have my doubts. It can't be that easy or everyone would be doing it."

"Well, keep in mind that I have a mechanical mind as well as some skills in writing. On top of that, I am bilingual, which isn't common in this part of the country. I think I've got a good chance, but I won't know until I try."

"How much is this guy paying you for this job?"

"Nothing. It's a freebie to show him I can do the job, and then I can figure out what my time is worth. If I set a price now it may be too low, and then I'll have a hell of a time getting it up to where it should be."

"Great. You work for nothing just to get a job you don't know if you can do, or how much it pays. Just great," she said, stomping out of the room toward the kitchen.

That really good feeling had just evaporated. Maybe it would come back when I proved that I could do the work and it paid well. Maybe.

I couldn't wait to get started and right after we finished the dinner dishes, I was off to our home office and onto the computer. I pulled out the English version of the instructions and began to read. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was mangled so badly that any idea you could instruct someone on the maintenance and operation of this machine was a fantasy. I took a deep breath and began.

I quit at midnight when the oncoming headache reached its peak. My neck was stiff from attempting to understand what they were trying to say and then getting it down on the word processor. I had managed about a page and a half of the six page instructions. It was slow going, but gradually I was beginning to see a pattern developing. It took one hour just to do the first paragraph, while the last one I tackled took a little less than thirty minutes.

Judy had long since gone to bed when I finally turned out the light and headed off to our bedroom. I was sure I would sleep well, I could feel the fatigue from my concentrated effort, and after taking a couple of Tylenol, I slipped into our bed and almost instantly fell asleep.

When I awoke, Judy was already up and dressed, having her usual yoghurt and granola breakfast. She didn't drink coffee, so it was no surprise there was none made. I, on the other hand, was now a confirmed coffeeholic. At least until about eleven am, when I usually quit. I said good morning and she mumbled something that might have been similar. Two minutes later she was up, and after giving me her usual perfunctory peck on the cheek, she was on her way to work. I looked at the clock. Seven-ten am.  

I went back to our office and began reviewing last night's work. I saw a couple of small errors that I had missed early on, but other than that, it looked pretty good. I picked up where I left off, and within a few minutes I was rolling again. I was on my second or third cup of coffee when I heard a familiar voice.

"Yoo-hoo! It's me again, handsome," Cindy called from the back door. I could almost hear the smile in her voice.

"Come on in, Cindy. Grab a coffee. I'm in my office."

I heard her open the cupboard and then the fridge and a moment or so later, she wandered into the office.

"My, my, aren't you the picture of elegance," she said sarcastically.

I was sitting in my normal nightwear; t-shirt and boxers. Happily, my fly wasn't open. 

"Just because I haven't shaved, brushed my teeth, showered or dressed, is no reason to think I'm a slob," I shot back.

Cindy just laughed. "It's a good thing you're handsome, handsome. Whatcha workin' on?"

"Well, I'm am currently on page three of six, translating the instructions for the operation and maintenance of the Heavenly Blossom Model 356 K 14" thickness planer," I stated emphatically.

Cindy burst out laughing again. "Where do they get those goofy names from?" 

I shrugged. "Don't know, don't care. However, this test drive is tougher than I thought. I spent five hours last night just getting the first page and a half done. I think I've figured out the lingo now, so it's going much quicker. I should have this finished by noon, and I can start on the French."

"And you're doing this for free?"

"Yeah. You sound like Judy," I said, giving her a stern look.

"Sorry. I take it she wasn't impressed."

"You could say that. However, what will matter to her are the results. In a day or so, I'll know if this is something I can do, and whether it's worth doing."

"Good luck. I have faith in you, Jake. I think you're going to surprise the shit out of Judy."

That was Cindy, for you. Always positive. Always upbeat. Always straight to the point. 

We sat sipping our coffees for a couple of minutes before Cindy broke the silence.

"Jake, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, shoot."

"Do you think you and Judy are happy? I mean, really happy?"

I sat for a moment, staring at my coffee cup, not answering the question.

"Never mind. It's none of my business. I'm sorry I asked," she said quietly.

"It is a damn good question, Cindy. A damn good one." I left it at that. 

As I expected, I finished the English version about eleven-thirty and called Mr. Louie. I told him I'd have the French done this afternoon and I could drop it off to him at his office. He was surprised and pleased. He told me to come anytime I was ready and he would see me. That gave me a good feeling about this being important to him.

It had been a while since I had written any French, but with the help of my handy dictionary, and having lunch on the fly, I was able to get the French version completed by two-thirty pm. I went over the English version again, then the French once more. I didn't see any errors, but Mr. Louie would be the judge of that.

I dressed in my business clothes once more and headed off to his office to hand in my work. I sat in Mr. Louie's office as he looked over my English version, comparing it to the Chinese version he had beside it. I couldn't tell for sure, but I thought he was spot checking various random paragraphs. I could see him nodding and occasionally circling a word here or there, but basically, making few changes.

He looked up from my work. "Excellent, Mr. Jake. I will send your French and English versions to our translation service for verification. Assuming they approve your French, we have an agreement for your services."

He had called me "Mr. Jake" from the first meeting since trying to pronounce Phaltz was nearly impossible for him. 

"How many hours did you spend on this?" he asked.

"Uhhhh ... five last night and six today. Eleven total," I said.

"Very well. I will have a cheque for six hundred-sixty dollars made out to you. You may pick it up tomorrow," he smiled.

"I thought we agreed that this was a free trial? A test to see if I could do the work."

"I am almost certain you can do the work, Mr. Jake. I would not take advantage of you. I will pay for good work. I think we can do very good business together." 

"That's very generous. Thank you very much," I said sincerely.

"To what company should I make this cheque?" he asked.

"Uhmmm, why me, I guess. Jacob Phaltz."

He looked at me seriously for a moment. "May I suggest you incorporate yourself? Set up your business. It will save you much trouble in the future. Also, it will deflect liability if there is a problem. I suggest you see a lawyer and get this done. Keep this money separate. You do not want a tax problem. Especially if you become successful," he smiled. "I do not deduct taxes. You have to look after that. You are a contractor in the eyes of Revenue Canada."

"Thank you for the advice. I'll do just that." I rose and shook his hand. 

"Please let me know if there is any problem with the French version," I said as I was about to leave.

"Do you not want your next assignment?" he asked, looking surprised.

"Uhmmm, well, yes, of course, if you're satisfied I can do the job," I stammered.

He smiled. "I am satisfied. I will be very surprised if your French version is not as good as your English. I must thank Miss Paula for telling you about me." 

He passed me another manual and we walked out back once more. After reviewing the machine and comparing the drawings, I was satisfied it was a current drawing. 

We shook hands and I left for home with a definite spring in my step. Sixty dollars an hour. If I worked a standard forty hour week, I would gross over $120,000 annually. Was there that much work available? The stack on Mr. Louie's sideboard looked pretty tall. I couldn't wait to tell Judy. Maybe this would change her opinion of my efforts.

It seemed to mollify Judy that I was being paid and that the rate was substantial. I told her about the stack of work on his desk waiting for my efforts. It seemed to cheer her up quite a bit as a matter of fact. She even decided tonight would be a good night to make love. 

I really was feeling a lot better about my future and us. It's funny how quickly things can change from good to bad and back to good again. I also found myself wanting to tell Cindy as well. After all, she was the one who had sparked the idea. 

I began work on the next manual the following morning. I was just as anxious to get started as I had been with the first one. This job turned out to be much easier. First, because the machine was more straightforward and mechanically simpler. And second, because I had the experience to figure out what they were trying to say. I finished the English by one that afternoon and the French before supper time. A total of eight hours. I would call Mr. Louie first thing in the morning and arrange to deliver my work. 

That evening, I called my investment advisor, Carlo Ponetti, another ex-Montrealer. 

"Carlo, I need your advice. I want to set up my own business and I need the name of a lawyer who can help me do that."

"Hey ... you're going into business for yourself?" His voice sounded like it was a happy surprise.

"Yeah. Translation services." I explained the job to him and he was enthusiastic.

"Every time I look at something it's made in China or somewhere in the far east. You'll never run out of business," he proclaimed.

"I hope you're right. Now ... about that contact."

"Yeah ... talk to Don Simmons. He's right here in this building. He specializes in business law and can get you set up properly with all the forms. You'll need to get in touch with Betty and sort out the tax situation. She already does your and Judy's taxes, so she'll know what to do about the new business."

"Thanks, Carlo. I appreciate your help. Maybe I'll have something to put in our retirement savings this year after all."

"Good luck, Jake. I have a feeling you're going to do very well in this venture. Us Montréal guys know how to make things happen, eh?"

"You know it, Carlo. Say hi to Monique for me. Talk to you later."

I called Mr. Louie the next morning and he was happy to hear from me. He told me that the French translation was right on and no changes were necessary. He was anxious to see my next project. I drove to his office later that morning and delivered the next manual.

"Mr. Louie, can we set up something so that I don't have to drive in every day. I can e-mail my translations to you, but maybe if I took a weeks-worth at a time, I could just grind away on them and send you the finished copy when it's done."

"That will be acceptable. Also, if you allow me, I will deposit your payments directly into your account. That way, I don't have to write a cheque and you get your money right away."

"That's great, but I have to set up an account for my business first. I'll let you know when that's done."

"Then we have an agreement. I am very happy to do business with you Mr. Jake. Do you want me to have a contract written for your services?"

"I thought about that. Why don't I talk to my business advisor and see what he thinks. I'll let you know."

"Very well." We shook hands and I left after reviewing five new manuals and five machines. It took a little over an hour, but it was a good investment of my time. One of the drawings had an omission and while it was for the correct machine, I needed to note the omission in my translation. Otherwise, it looked like five fairly straightforward jobs.

By the end of the next week, I had a new career and my own business established. I was calling it Precise Word Services; not terribly catchy, but explanatory. I had filed with the federal government for a G.S.T. (Goods and Services Tax) license number, and I had set up a separate bank account. I even had some business cards printed, and I designed a letterhead I could print on my own. On the advice of my new lawyer, I wrote a Letter of Understanding to Mr. Louie, outlining our agreement for translations from Precise Word Services, and the agreed hourly fee. 

I splurged and bought a colour laser printer, keeping the receipt as a business expense. My tax advisor, Betty Jorgensen, gave me some advice on what was and was not legitimate business expense. I would pay close attention to that.

By Thursday morning of that week, I had already finished the five manuals and returned them and the translations to Mr. Louie. I picked up six more, reviewing the machines before leaving the premises. I was beginning to wonder just how many different machines he had and when we were going to run out of manuals. I had booked forty-six hours to Thursday and that made my income for the week almost four thousand dollars when I added Friday in. With the six new items, I would likely more than double that amount.

I was working like crazy in my home office. I don't think Judy saw much of me from the time she got up in the morning until she went to bed. I would come out for dinner and help with the dishes and we would talk about whatever there was to talk about, but I was pretty much invisible for the first few weeks.

Judy was curious. She had shifted from disdain for my efforts to curiosity as she saw how hard I was working. Naturally, she had some questions.

"How often do you get paid?" she asked.

"I get paid for each job I hand in. I'm a contractor. I get a set amount without any taxes or other expenses deducted. It's up to me to look after all the other stuff."

"I could use some help right now. Money's a bit tight since you lost your job," she said, testing the waters.

"OK. How much do you need?"

"Can you spare a thousand?"

"Uhmmm ... yeah ... I think so," I said carefully. I'm not sure why, but I wasn't anxious to share with Judy just how lucrative this new business was. I was pulling down almost three thousand a week, but that meant working fifty hour weeks. My new bank account was showing a balance of nearly fifteen thousand dollars. If Judy knew about that, she would quickly change her opinion of my efforts. But ... for some reason I can't explain, I had decided to be coy about it.

I electronically moved one thousand dollars from my business account into our joint chequing account and told Judy it had been looked after. She seemed a bit surprised, but at least pleased. I was too. I was back to contributing to the household and feeling good about myself again. I had only been out of work for two weeks, so I could hardly claim to have suffered before finding this new career. 

I decided to have a meeting with Mr. Louie to see just where this new business was going to go. I had a concern that it would suddenly dry up and I would be back to square one again.

The upshot of the meeting was that he had much more complex machinery here and coming, and that meant much more complex translations. I was going to have many more hours of work ahead of me. I could relax. He was certain it would be a long time before we ran out of manuals.




Double Whammy



Chapter 2

The weather had turned warm again and I was sitting on my balcony, enjoying my usual coffee when the dulcet tones of Cindy Willows caught my attention.

"Hey handsome, where have you been?"

"Come on over girl, I'll tell you all about it," I said with what could only be described as a very self-satisfied tone. I was feeling pretty mellow right about now. My life was back on track.

Cindy came in through the back door as usual, poured herself a coffee, and came upstairs to our bedroom and out onto the balcony.

"I haven't seen much of you lately," she said with a look of curiosity.

"No ... I've been working hard on my new job. I want you to know that you are now talking to the President and only employee of Precise Word Services, Inc., Jacob R. Phaltz."

Cindy laughed, just as I thought she would with my pompous little announcement.

"Bullshit! Jake the President? I don't think so."

"I tell you the truth, madam. I am it. I am the one. I am the boss. I am king!" I guess that was a little over the top, but we were having fun with just how good I felt and Cindy picked up on that right away.

"God damn, Jake, it's good to see you happy. It's been a while, you know." She was serious.

"Yeah ... I guess it has. I feel like a big weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I can get going again. It's a good feeling."

"How does Judy feel about it?"

I turned and looked at her straight in the eye. "She doesn't really know yet."

"You mean she can't decide?"

"No ... I mean ... I haven't really told her just how good this business is."

"Oh." 

Silence.

"Cindy ... do you remember asking me a certain question a while ago?"

"Uh ... if it's the one I'm thinking of ... yeah."

"You asked me if Judy and I were really happy. And I said I thought it was a good question, or something like that."

"Yeah."

"I'm not so sure any more. What's more, I'm not acting like I trust her. I haven't told her about how much money I'm making. I've haven't lied to her, but I haven't volunteered to tell her either."

"Why?"

"Damned if I know. Do you ever get that feeling in the back of your neck when something isn't quite right?"

"Yeah, sure."

"I've got that feeling. I've had it for a few weeks now. I can't put my finger on it, but something's different."

Cindy didn't respond. She sat there, sipping her coffee, thinking I suppose.

"Can I ask you a personal question, Cindy?"

"Sure."

"If you were in my place ... you know ... making a lot of money ... would you tell Al?"

"Fuck, Jake. What kind of a question is that?"

"Yeah. Sorry. Maybe I should have turned it around. If Al made a bunch of money, would he tell you?"

"That isn't any better! Besides, don't you think that doesn't go through my mind every month. We live on Al's commissions. We live month to month. Some months are good and some aren't. We get by, but shit, it's tough some times. I'd hate to think Al would hold out on me."

"I think that's what's bugging me. I'm holding out on Judy and I'm not sure why."

"That's easy. You don't trust her." She said it flatly without any hesitation.

"You think?"

"I know. I can tell. There's something wrong between you two and I'm pretty damn sure it isn't you."

"Why do you say that?"

"I know you, Jake. You are right up front. Straight ... no bullshit. I can tell down deep, you're hurting. I've seen how Judy treats you when she thinks no one is paying attention. Maybe you don't want to see it, but I do. She acts like she married someone beneath her. I don't know why or what would make her think that, but that's what I feel."

"Her parents," I said quietly.

"What?"

"Her parents. They don't think much of me. Maybe it's rubbing off on her."

"Shit, are they fucking royalty or something?"

"Nope. As far as I know her dad's a city employee, and her mother works part time at some market. Hardly royalty."

"Jesus, they ought to get down and kiss the ground you walk on. Nobody would treat her better than you do."

"I guess they had higher expectations for their daughter."

Cindy flopped her head back on the chair and sighed. "So what do you do now?" she asked.

"Damned if I know. I still love her, but lately ... I'm not so sure she loves me. We just aren't close like we used to be. It's like I disappointed her and she's given up on me. I hope I'm wrong."

"I do too, handsome. I do too."

I really didn't have any reason to be suspicious of Judy. There weren't any signs she might be having an affair. At least, none that I could detect. But a few weeks later, I got a reminder to pay attention to what was going on.

Judy announced that there was a reorganization at the lab and that she would be working a bit of overtime now and then until they got straightened out. To be honest, I'm not sure if I was unhappy or not. We seemed to be drifting apart, little by little, day by day. It made me sad. I was about to turn twenty-eight and we had not yet agreed to start a family, and I wondered if we ever would.

I had been working steadily on my translations, but I had curtailed my night work to give myself more time with Judy. Even if it was just to watch television together, I felt it was necessary for me to try and reconnect with her. On top of that, I was contributing between eight hundred and a thousand dollars each week to our joint account. I explained that the business was now established and that I could afford to start contributing more to the household.

I was billing an average of nine hours each day, five days a week. That produced a gross of twenty-seven hundred each week. My account was growing by leaps and bounds, even with my contribution to the joint account. Judy was more than pleased. We were back to where we were before I was terminated. I was hoping our personal relationship would also revert to when we were closer, but in spite of our improved financial situation, our love-life remained cool. We would make love once or sometimes twice a week, but that was all and no amount of coaxing was going to change it.

Mr. Louie was happy and let me know that on a regular basis. We had yet to receive a single complaint that the instructions were incorrect or indecipherable in either English or French. That was the only quality standard I believed in. 

As I got better at understanding the fractured English that the manufacturers were using, it was taking me less and less time to do some of the simpler translations. I found I had some time I could save for myself. If I wanted to goof off and have lunch at a deli or a beer at the local, I could. I would make the time up in the evening or on the weekend if I had to.

I didn't see much of Cindy after our intense conversation a few weeks earlier. The weather was cool and rainy, typical of the fall. The days were shorter and I found it easier to concentrate on work. There were fewer distractions. 

I started inviting Cindy to morning coffee, and after a while it became a daily event. It was our personal time, when we could talk and not worry about anyone else hearing us. We were such good friends that nothing was out of bounds. 

"How's Judy?" Cindy asked.

"The same. Cool to the touch, as they say."

"Sorry. Do you think you guys will make it?"

"I'm almost tempted to say no, but I want to keep trying."

"Both of you have to try if it's going to work," she said.

"Yeah ... I know."

"Jake."

"Yeah?"

"She's cheating on you."

I froze in place. I couldn't move. Cindy would never, ever say something like that as a joke.

"You know this?"

"Yeah. I know. I know who."

"Oh, fuck!" What else was I going to say? I lowered my head into my hands and just remained silent.

"It's not your fault, Jake."

"What difference does it make?"

"None, I guess. But you didn't make this happen. She did."

"Who is it?"

"Her boss, Turnbull I think his name is."

"Yeah, that's him. Do you know how long?"

"Not very with him ... but ... he's not the first."

"What!"

"I found out Al nailed her a few months ago."

"Holy shit! Who else has she screwed?"

"Don't know. But one's enough, isn't it?"

"Yeah. More than enough."

"I'm going to kick Al out, Jake. I've had it with him. This isn't a first and if I let him get away with it, it wouldn't be the last. I'm looking for a job before I dump him. He'll never be reliable with alimony or child support, and I have no intention of seeing my kids live in poverty."

"Jesus, Cindy, can this get any worse?"

"I think I remember you asking me something like that when you were let go and Judy gave you shit about it."

"What a fucked up mess!" I groaned.

"Royally!" she agreed.

"Well, I guess that makes my financial planning a little different now. I'll be god-damned if I'm going to give her anything after this. Let her go live with Bobby-boy. He can support her."

"Can't blame you. Just don't do anything they'll throw you in jail for, handsome. I count on you for my morning coffee," she grinned.

"Well, let's see now. You kick Al out and I kick Judy out and we both move in together and live happily ever after," I said, only slightly sarcastically.

"You're forgetting something, Jake. The kids."

"The hell I'm forgetting them. If they don't come, the deal's off!"

Cindy laughed, but I could see tears in the corners of her eyes. This wasn't really funny, but we needed some relief. I laughed along with her. Damn, it was good to have someone I could talk to.

We parked the problem of our spouses until tomorrow. I had work to complete and I needed to find a way to get through living with Judy until I decided what to do. I found myself curiously detached from any emotional upheaval. I should have been furious with her, but at most, I was angry and disappointed. Not even surprised, I found. I wondered how many others there had been besides Al and her asshole boss.

I found it relatively easy to act normal around Judy that evening. I didn't change anything in my behaviour or habits. I acted just as I would on any other night and I didn't find it difficult. When we went to bed, it took me quite a while to fall asleep. That wasn't normal. I was thinking what I should do about Judy. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted proof. It wasn't that I didn't trust Cindy's word, but I wanted to see it with my own eyes if I could.

Judy made it easy for me. She announced the next morning that she had to work overtime again and wouldn't be home until late. That usually meant ten o'clock or so by past experience. I made the assumption that there was no overtime and that she was using it as an excuse to be with Bobby-boy. I phoned Cindy and told her what I had in mind. Al wouldn't be home until shortly after nine, so I arranged to borrow her car to follow my wife and her pal.

I parked in the public lot with a view of the clinic's parking lot. I got there about five o'clock, assuming they would still be there. Judy's car was there, so I figured I'd guessed right. About ten minutes later, she came out of the lower entrance arm-in-arm with a tall guy. He was dressed in a nice suit and they headed for the other end of the parking area from Judy's car. They got into a late model Mercedes, so I started the car, preparing to follow them. I had taken a couple of pictures of them with my digital camera.

I'm no private detective and a couple of times I thought I had lost them, but luck was with me and I saw them turn into a hotel parking lot. I hung back until they were in the lobby and then pulled up to the front entrance. I watch lover-boy register, put away his credit card, and then head for the elevators. Each of them had a small overnight bag. They weren't going to bother with dinner. It was straight up to the room for sex.

I pulled away and headed for home. I'd seen all I needed to see. I had taken a number of pictures of them at the front desk and entering the elevator. I returned Cindy's car and told her what I'd witnessed. She gave me a hug and told me to cool down and we'd talk tomorrow about what each of us was going to do. I agreed. I was in no mood to confront Judy tonight, and I didn't really know what I wanted to do next.

Al usually didn't go to work until nine in the morning. Depending on what shift he had, he would be home anytime from five in the afternoon to nine at night. That gave Cindy and I most of the day to talk about our plans before the kids got home. I was still in a state of confusion mixed with anger at Judy's betrayal. I wasn't seeing red, but I was definitely not going to let this go. The marriage would be terminated, of that there was no doubt. 

"Tell me about how you found out," I asked Cindy the next morning.

"The jungle telegraph. One of the women that works with Judy figured out that she and Turnbull were fooling around, and said something to one of her friends, who said something to one of my friends, who knew Judy was our next-door neighbour. You know what it's like with gossip. It's no fun if you can't spread it around. I don't know if Judy realizes how many people are aware of her little adventure."

"Well, as far as she's concerned, the one that counts knows." I was still curious. "How did you find out about Al and Judy?"

"Same way. Except it was one of our nosy neighbors. Mrs. Bryson was noticing how often I was over here visiting you. I was about to get pissed-off at her when she said something about how close we were as neighbours ... meaning the Willows and the Phaltz's. I guess Al had been dropping by your place when you were out on business. Now you have to admit, that takes balls with me being right here.

"Anyway, the upshot was that Al was here when he said he was working. Why the hell Judy would want to get involved with him, I do not know. Maybe she believed his line of bullshit about what a big deal he was at work. That's the only thing I can think of."

I just shook my head, not understanding it any better than Cindy did.

"Do you know if Turnbull is married?" she asked.

"I think he is ... in fact ... I'm sure he is. I don't know much else about him."

Cindy looked at me for a moment and picked up my phone book. She looked up the Turnbull number and gave me a snarky smile as she punched in the numbers.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Richard Turnbull?"

Silence

"Oh ... I'm sorry ... I must have the wrong number. You don't have a daughter named Felicity, do you?"

Silence

"I see. Well, I'm very sorry to have bothered you. Goodbye." Cindy hung up the phone. 

"He's married and they have no children."

I shook my head. This woman was clever. No wonder Al couldn't get away with trying to fool her.

We sat quietly for a few moments.

"I think we should make a visit to city hall, Jake. I'd like to see the title on the clinic property."

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"I'm just wondering what leverage you might have. You'd be surprised what a title search can turn up."

"Let's go ... I mean ... if you've got the time."

"All the time in the world, handsome," she grinned.

It took ten minutes and ten dollars to find out that the title to the clinic property was in the name of Mrs. Dianne Turnbull. The address corresponded to the home of Robert Turnbull.

"Well, well, well. Guess who has who by the short and curlies?" Cindy murmured.

"Uhmmm ... let me try. Lover-boy's wife owns the building and maybe he's only the manager."

"Very good, Jake. You go to the head of the class. I'll bet Judy doesn't know that."

"Yeah. If he's playing her, she's in for a nasty shock when I dump her."

"Ain't that a shame," Cindy chortled.

We left City Hall and Cindy took me up on my offer to buy lunch. Every minute I spent with her was one that made me feel better. Better about myself and better about my circumstances. The restaurant was no place to discuss our private affairs, so we waited until we were back at the townhouse.

"So ... now ... what to do next?" I wondered.

"Did you take pictures like I suggested?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah. Why don't we have a look at them," I volunteered as I reached for my camera and plugged it into my computer. The pictures were downloaded and quickly appeared on my screen. I went through them one by one.

"Well, it's not like you caught them in the act, but these ones at the hotel desk and at the elevator don't leave a lot of doubt about what they are up to. You could hire a private detective to get more incriminating evidence, but I don't know if it's worth the expense. Whether you divorce her for infidelity or just irreconcilable differences, it won't make much difference. You might as well save your money and get ready for the worst."

"I never thought it would come to this," I said, shaking my head in denial.

"No one ever does. I couldn't believe Al would cheat on me either. But he did. More than once. I'm just upset I can't dump him now. I need to find a job first. I've got to look after the kids."

"Cindy ... I hope you don't think I'm interfering in your personal affairs ... but ... I've been turning an idea over and over in my head. I want you to listen to it with an open mind. Try to look at it without prejudice. Do you think you can do that for me?" I pleaded.

She looked at me, concentrating on what I'd just asked of her. "I guess so. I'll try. That's all I can promise."

"That's all I can ask," I nodded in relief. "The other day when I first discovered the truth about Judy, I made some wisecrack about us moving in together, kids and all. It was just a throw-away at the time, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked it. Don't jump on me just yet," I said quickly as I saw her rise to say something.

"My income will be in excess of one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars, annualized. I have more work that I can handle and I already know there's more out there if I wanted or needed it. I like what I'm doing and it looks like I'm good at it, so I can sustain this lifestyle without burning myself out. I don't have to commute and so there's no stress ... no deadlines that can't be met.

"I'm proposing that I buy a four bedroom house I've had my eye on for a couple of weeks. It's still in the same school district as we are in now. You and the kids could move in as tenants until you find some work that you like. No strings attached."

"Jake, that's a lovely thought, but I couldn't do that to you. What about your personal life. What about your future. Surely you don't want to stay single for the rest of time, do you?"

"No, of course not. I'm not saying this arrangement has to be permanent. If you find a good job and want to move out, then you'd be free to do so. At least you'd know you were in a safe environment with the kids and they wouldn't have to change schools."

"Jake, you know I think the world of you ... but ... this isn't fair to you. If I did that and then moved out, what the hell would you do with a four bedroom house?"

I shrugged. "Maybe you'll decide not to move out," I said, almost cringing when it came out.

Cindy looked at me, her eyes getting wider. "Are you trying to tell me you have feelings for me?" she asked carefully.

I nodded. "Sorry ... but I'm afraid so."

"Oh, shit. Now I'm really ... oh, shit. Jake, don't do this to me."

"Do what?" I asked with a slight smile.

"Don't fuck with my head, Jake. This is too much. I haven't even kicked Al out and you're coming on to me. Jesus, that's not fair."

"Yeah ... I know. But then again, what they did to us isn't fair either. This isn't about fair. This is about what we both know. If the way I feel for you isn't how you feel for me, just say so." Another dare.

Cindy sat quietly and I could see the tears forming in her eyes. Had I pushed it too far ... too fast?

She stood and began wandering around the kitchen and then out into the living room. She was shaking her head and mumbling to herself as she did so. That was a good sign in my mind. She hadn't said no and she hadn't slapped me one, so she wasn't sure of her decision, and she wasn't offended.




Double Whammy



"Damn you, Jake," she finally said, walking toward me. "How could you?" Those were the last words I heard has she wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me into her ample chest. If I was going to be smothered, this was the way to go. I just hung on to her and she squeezed.

When she finally let go, I rose up from my kitchen chair and put my arms around her. "Can I take that as a yes?"

"Asshole! Of course you can. How the hell could I say no to you?" she cried, wiping tears from her eyes, but smiling just the same.

"No strings, Cindy. If it works ... great. If not ... no strings."

She stood there, looking into my eyes, shaking her head back and forth. "I'm going to make sure it works," she said, then burst out crying.

"Me too," I said. I had a feeling that we were going to get over the next ugly parts of our lives and then it was going to be different. Very different!

Chapter 3

Don Simmons recommended a family services law firm, and I took his advice and gave them a retainer. I had made a decision that I would not try to hide my new income during the divorce. Although it would hurt to have to give any of it to Judy, I really didn't need the legal problems and extra expense if and when she found out the truth about my new business. I would disclose everything, but I would make any trade I could to prevent her from getting alimony. I was not about to reward her for her treachery.

My lawyer was an older woman in her sixties, Marta Kinsey. Despite her age, she was sharp and more importantly, she was out to protect my interests. I revealed everything to her, and she made an interesting suggestion. She was proposing that we play a game of bluff with Judy. 

Assuming Judy still didn't know much about my new job, she might be encouraged to abandon the marriage with a promise of division of current assets and no alimony. We didn't have to spit out what those assets were unless we were deposed. I could also suggest I wouldn't sue the lab and her boss for marital interference. It would be worth a try. I told Marta I would let her know when I intended to serve my wife, but she could draw up and record the appropriate documents immediately.

The next week went by uneventfully. Judy had two more "overtime" sessions, but I didn't bother to follow her. Marta called and indicated all the documents were prepared and I could serve Judy whenever I wanted. I thanked her and immediately called Cindy.

"D-day, Cindy. I've got the papers, and now I just have to work out how I'm going to do it. Want to come over?"

"Sure. I'll be right there. Get the coffee ready." 

We sat at the kitchen table and drank our coffee, chatting about inconsequential things. I couldn't stall any longer.

"The way I see it going down, I'm going to confront her tonight. I'm going to tell her I know about Robert Turnbull and if necessary, Al. Then I'll hand her the divorce papers. If she decides to kick up a fuss, I'll show her the pictures and tell her I have witnesses that will testify. I'm gambling Mrs. Turnbull doesn't know anything about their little affair, so my threat to sue might turn the tide. Marta said it was important to make it look to Judy like she didn't have an easy way out.

"The rest is going to be up to her. I have no idea how she's going to react, but I'm going to have to be careful I don't let on I'm bluffing her. If she gets aggressive, then all bets are off and I'll move out, and she can get a lawyer and we can duke it out. I hope that doesn't happen, but ... you never know with Judy."

"Have you packed a bag?" Cindy asked.

"No ... but I will before she's due home. Apparently there's no "overtime" tonight," I smirked.

Cindy leaned over and kissed me lightly and gave me a hug. "Good luck. Tell me all about it. When this is done, we need to figure out how to deal with Al. That's going to be a lot uglier."

I nodded. She was right. Al was undoubtedly going to be a problem. His ego would be wounded and I was pretty sure he wouldn't go quietly. Cindy and I had already decided that she wouldn't move out of their townhouse until the dust had settled. If Al refused to leave, she would sleep in Annie's room until she was ready to go.

For the sake of continuity and confirming my confidence in Marta Kinsey, I loaned Cindy enough for Marta's retainer, and we set about double-teaming our wayward spouses. 

That night we went through our usual routine at supper, and when we finished I told Judy and wanted to talk to her. I could see her stiffen, probably assuming it was another "we're not close enough" talk. 

"Judy, I am aware of your affair with Robert Turnbull. Since you have such little regard for me or our marriage, I have decided to divorce you. Here is the paperwork," I said in a calm, level voice. I was surprised at how unemotional I was considering this woman had consumed the last seven years of my life.

The look on her face was something to behold. To say I caught her by surprise would be an understatement. I thought for a moment she was going to choke to death as she gasped for air, coughing and spluttering. At length, she got herself under control.

"How ... how ...?" was all she could manage.

"You weren't very discrete. Quite a number of people beside your co-workers were aware of your affair with your boss."

"Oh ... god. I'm sorry, Jake. I wish I could say something ... I'm sorry."

I shrugged. "I'm proposing we split everything fifty-fifty. We can put the townhouse up for sale and split what equity we have in it. You can buy me out if you want. I won't be living here." Again, I was calm and clear-headed. 

She nodded. "That's fair," she said, not being able to look at me.

I couldn't resist. "Why?"

She didn't say anything immediately. I wondered if she was trying to formulate an excuse, but that wasn't the case.

"I thought Robert would give me a better life. He's very successful and ... I thought he would give me a better life."

I toyed with the idea of bursting her balloon, but decided not too. "Do not overplay your hand," were the last words Marta had said to me.

"Well, for what it's worth, I hope you can be happy. You obviously weren't happy with me."

"It wasn't you, Jake. You were kind and hard-working and always there for me. I guess I just wanted something more out of my life than you could give me."

"An upgrade," I said absently.

"What? No ... no not that ... well ... maybe. Robert is very well off. He will give me a good life after his divorce."

"He's married?" I feigned surprise.

She nodded. "I'm not proud of that. Me cheating on you and him cheating on her. But ... we were so good together and ...." Her voice trailed off.

I'm moving out, Judy. I'll be in a local motel for a while until I find a place to live. If you agree to the settlement I suggested, you'll find the papers in here and all you have to do is sign them. You may want to consult a lawyer, just for your protection," I said, almost holding my breath. I wanted that offer at least on record.

"No ... no ... I won't fight it. I've hurt you and I'm to blame. Fifty-fifty is more than fair. I'll sign them tonight. You can take them with you when you go." She still hadn't been able to look me in the eye.

I stopped in the living room when I came from the bedroom with my bag. She registered some surprise when she saw I was already packed, but said nothing. She handed me the signed papers and I looked to make sure they were properly done, then folded them and put them in my pocket.

"If you don't mind, I'll stop by tomorrow and get most of my things. I need to download my files from the computer too."

"No ... no ... of course not. This is still your house, Jake." She looked up at me finally, and the sadness in her eyes was almost enough to make me reconsidered. She looked so defeated. I took a step toward her, leaned in and kissed her cheek.

"Goodbye, Judy." I turned and walked out the door, closing it quietly behind me.

I had won, but I had lost. I would have my freedom on my terms, but I had lost what I had hoped for. It seemed such a shabby business, but I would never kid myself that I could live with her after what she had done. I drove to the local motel and went directly to my room. I had checked in earlier that afternoon.

I phoned Marta the next morning and told her about my confrontation with Judy. She was pleased that it had gone so easily. No bloodshed. No recriminations. Not even any tears. Some remorse, some apology, but all-in-all, a quiet ending to my marriage. I thanked her for her advice and hung up. I would drop the papers off on my way to my former home.

I let myself in and instantly I was aware that it was no longer my home. I set about removing the rest of my clothes and personal items. I really didn't want anything else. Judy could have the pictures of us. The furniture and furnishings would probably be split down the middle, so it was just a matter of settling what went to whom when the time came.

I sat in my office quietly contemplating what was happening. I was putting an end to something I had started nearly eight years ago. I didn't feel particularly good about it. I had to get on with the rest of my life and when I thought about it, I remembered Cindy and I instantly felt better. I began the tedious task of downloading my files into my new laptop. It would take most of the rest of the morning.

I had advised Mr. Louie that due to personal problems, I would be unable to provide him with any translations until next week. I apologized, but he was very understanding. It was the first time I had not been able to complete my week's work on time. I promised him I would catch up next week and he was completely satisfied with that.

I would have quite a bit of time to work on my backlog from my motel room. The motel had high-speed wireless so I was at no disadvantage working there. It wasn't as quiet as the townhouse, but I could manage. I did miss my morning coffee sessions with Cindy, but we were both being careful until she served Al with the divorce papers. That would be sometime early next week. I didn't envy Cindy that task.

We did meet at an espresso shack on Friday morning, and then parked in an unused lot so that we could talk. 

"How are you holding up," I asked.

"OK. I'm not looking forward to telling Al. I've decided I'm going to do it in the morning, after the kids have gone to school. It's about the only time we're alone in the house. Marta gave me some advice about how to handle the situation. She said I can insist he leave if there is no reasonable place for him to sleep other than the marital bed. One thing for sure, I'm not having him in my bed one second longer than I have to."

"What about the kids? When and how are you going to tell them?"

"Assuming Al will be gone or at work when they get home from school, I'll tell them then."

"You think they can handle it?"

"Annie will be OK. I found out something else about Al that puts the final nail in his coffin."

She stopped and sniffed as she sipped her latté. "Annie was being teased by one of her classmates the other day. The two girls got into an argument and when the other girl looked like she was losing to Annie, she said something about Annie's father being a regular visitor to one of her friend's mother's house.

"Annie started screaming at the girl but she held her ground and said if she didn't believe it, ask the mother. Apparently her name is Mimi Tremonte and she's a divorcée." Cindy looked sad and almost defeated. I didn't ever remember seeing her look like this. 

"How's Annie?" I asked.

"Upset. I calmed her down and told her not to believe everything she hears, but I think she knows ... maybe has known for a while. She might be only ten, but kids grow up so fast these days."

"I'm sorry, Cindy. It shouldn't happen to them like that."

"It isn't going to be easy telling them that I'm leaving their father. They'll still get to see him, but he's not going to be living with us."

I nodded. Despite Al's behaviour, taking the kids away from him was going to hurt him and them. I knew Cindy didn't want to deny Al visitation. 

"They asked about you, you know," Cindy said after a silence.

"Oh ... I'm surprised."

"I don't know why you should be. They like you ... a lot. I think all of us being together will make it easier on them. You're more like a dad than anyone I can think of."

"Thanks. I'm looking forward to that part. That and having you nearby each day." I said.

She reached out and took my hand. "You said you wanted to see me. What about?"

"I wanted you to come with me to look at this house I'm thinking of buying. I'd like your opinion, especially since you'll be living there."

"Sure. Let's do that. It will take my mind off ... the other shit," she said with a weak smile.

I had arranged to meet the real estate agent at the house at eleven that morning. We were both right on time. I took Cindy through the house and showed her all the rooms and the areas that I thought needed improvement. It wasn't a luxury home, but it was a nice size with private bedrooms for everyone and two-and-a-half bathrooms. I was also pleased it had a two car attached garage and a three-quarter basement. Room for storage, a playroom, or if necessary, my office. 

"I like it," Cindy said with a smile. It needs a bit of work, but nothing we can't handle ourselves. Lots of room for the kids and a potential playroom for them in the basement. If you're looking for my OK, you've got it," she said, staying well out of earshot of the agent.

"OK. Let's go talk turkey. We'll put in an offer and then see what happens. It's been on the market for four months and you know how slow things are right now. We may just buy ourselves a bargain."

We approached the agent and suggested we were willing to make an offer. He nearly jumped when I said that. I suspect he hadn't had too much activity in the past few months due to the economy. Finding a live buyer willing to make an offer was something to celebrate.

I deliberately made a low-ball offer, knowing that there would be a counter. I was hoping the counter would be a "tell" as to how desperate they were to sell. There was no furniture in the house, and I wondered if the previous owners were carrying two mortgages. 

We left before noon and Cindy offered to buy lunch today. I agreed and we stopped at a Sushi Bar, Cindy being positive she would never find Al in a place where they served "bait" for food. I had to laugh. She was getting her old sense of humour back, but I thought it would probably be temporary until she dealt with Al next week. I wished I could be with her to give her support, but that was out of the question. 

The weekend was terribly lonely at the motel. Judy was gone from my life and even though we weren't close near the end, at least it was someone to talk to. Someone to have around. That was gone now, and I couldn't see Cindy either, so I was on my own.

Saturday I went for a walk along the river, just to give myself a break. I had decided to use the time to catch up on my work, and I thought by Sunday afternoon I would be current again. I knew Mr. Louie would be happy with that. 

I got through Saturday and Sunday, and as I expected, by Monday morning I was current with my work. I called Mr. Louie after I e-mailed my last manual to him and he was surprised and happy that I was once again up to date. He wanted to see me soon if I could find the time. He had a special project that he wondered if I would be interested in. Naturally, I couldn't say no to the man, so we agreed to meet on Tuesday morning.

I called Cindy and she had received word from Marta that all the paperwork was in order, and it was now up to Cindy as to how she would notify Al of her intent to divorce him. She was about to call me when I called her, and she wanted to meet to discuss her strategy. I think she was very nervous about this, and I thought perhaps it might be wiser to have someone serve Al with the papers. Cindy was having none of that.

"No ... absolutely not. He'd go ballistic and anything could happen. No ... no ... this is something I have to do myself. Maybe I can make him understand just how much he's hurt me and the children. I'm not going to change my mind and I'm not going to forgive him. He brought this on himself and I'm going to put an end to it. I let him get away with it before, and all that did was give him a chance to step on me again. Fool me once ... that's the limit."

"I wish I could be there to help ... but ...." I was sure Cindy knew the offer was sincere, but impossible.

"I'm going to do it tomorrow morning. I don't suppose I'll sleep at all, thinking about what I have to do. But ... I don't know any other way. I can't have the children around to witness it. I won't let someone else do it for me. That would be cowardly. No ... I just have to suck it up and get it done," she said 

"Good luck," was all I could think of to say.

Tuesday morning I got up, went through my usual morning ritual, gathered up my laptop and headed for the restaurant attached to the motel. I decided to cheat and have a full breakfast. Eggs, bacon, hash-browns, and toast. It was the $3.99 special and I laughed that I was still in conservation mode despite my new-found prosperity. I had a second cup of coffee, waiting to make sure rush-hour was now over before heading off to Mr. Louie's office.

I wondered how Cindy was making out with Al. I didn't envy her, but it was something she insisted she had to do herself. She was an extraordinarily strong woman, and the thought that perhaps we could become closer was exciting. 

I met with Mr. Louie just after nine that morning and he surprised me with something I hadn't expected. He was looking at bringing in a line of light and medium duty tractors, backhoes, front end loaders, and forklifts from China. The operating and maintenance manuals for any one of these machines would be far larger and more complex than anything I had done before. At first I was reluctant.

"I don't know, Mr. Louie. This is a very big project. I'm not sure I could handle this alone. I'm not sure I know enough about the equipment to properly prepare the manuals. I don't know what to say," I said apologetically.

"Mr. Jake. You are very good at your work. Can you find people to help you? I will pay one hundred dollars each hour. There will be many hours to do this work, I know. Only you I trust to do it right. Many, many dollars for you if you can do this. I must hope you can help me," he said. 

There was no doubt he was pleading with me. I just had to figure out a way it could be done and I would be looking at a very big payday. 

"Mr. Louie, I can't promise anything, but ... let me think about how it might be done. Please let me see one of the manuals they have prepared and then I can tell you if I can help."

"Thank you, Mr. Jake. I trust you. You are very good for me and my business. Thank you."

I left and headed home with one of the forklift manuals in hand. At least I knew something about how forklifts operated. I had used one many times in my customer service days years ago. As I drove along, I suddenly thought of Cindy. I felt a cold shiver pass through me. 

I pulled out my cell phone and began to look for her number. I stopped before I pressed the preset. What if Al was still there? What if things had gone really wrong? If I phoned and Al answered, I could hang up, but what would he think? No ... I would have to sweat it out and wait until I got to her place before I decided. If Al was still there, his car would be out front. That would be the tip-off.

I pushed my Camry more quickly than I would normally. I kept looking at my watch. If I kept up this speed I should be at her townhouse by ten-thirty. As I turned into the cul-de-sac I saw no sign of Al's Malibu. I didn't assume anything. I stopped a few doors away and punched in Cindy's number. It rang twice before it was picked up.




Double Whammy



"Hello." It was a soft and quiet Cindy answering the phone.

"Cindy, its Jake. Are you all right?"

"Yeah. I'm OK. Can you come over? I could use the company."

"I'm almost outside your door. I just wanted to make sure Al wasn't still there."

"No ... no ... Al's gone. Come on in. The coffee's ready." It was a dispirited Cindy by the sound of her voice. I was relieved she was OK, but anxious to hear what had happened.

I parked the car and went around to the back and walked in, just as I would have in the past. Cindy was sitting at the kitchen table, her head in her hands. She looked like hell, her eyes reddened and her face forlorn. 

"Hi," was all I said as I poured myself a coffee and sat down beside her. "What happened?"

She turned and looked at me and then began shaking her head.

"He completely came apart, Jake. He broke down, crying and wailing about what was he going to do without me. He was begging me on his knees to give him one more chance. It was so fucking pathetic that he had me crying too."

"Did he agree to leave?" I asked.

"Yeah. Not that I gave him much choice. He tried to bullshit me about how I had it all wrong and someone was out to get him, and that I didn't have much faith in him to believe these lies. What a hopeless asshole he is. When I told him I knew about Judy and suggested maybe that's why you're divorcing her, I thought he was going to puke. He turned every single colour but pink. Then I hit him with Mimi Tremonte and what the girl at school had taunted Annie with, and I was sure he was going to pass out. That's when he lost it."

"That sounds horrible. How are you ... now?"

"I don't feel great, Jake. Like you, that's ten years down the drain. Ten years I can't get back. Part of me is mad and part of me is sad."

"There's a big difference between your ten years and my seven," I said.

"Oh yeah ... like what?"

"Like Annabeth and Bradley."

She looked at me and I could see the tears begin to form. I took her hands in mine and squeezed them gently. "Hold on, Cindy. Hold on."

Now it was Cindy's turn to come undone. All I could do was hold her and let her get it all out. Purge the system. Get ready to get up and answer the bell again. She was a strong woman and she would be OK when this was all done. That didn't mean she would forget, or that it wouldn't hurt. It meant that she could get past it and go on with her life, whatever that turned out to be.

"Talk to me, Cindy. Tell me what happened."

She had regained enough composure to speak and she was leaning into me as I held her. I thought to myself that if we never became more than just good friends, it would be a mistake not to try for more. She was a special person and one I admired and I think I now loved. The question for both of us was ... what kind of love?

She began to talk. She told of having Al sit in the kitchen while she told him she was filing for divorce. He was shocked at first, but then in typical Al fashion, he began to bluster, trying to bullshit his way out of whatever box Cindy was putting him in. Unfortunately, it wasn't a fair fight. Cindy was too smart and too well prepared to let him get away with that. 

When he realized he wasn't going to be able to talk his way out of this, he played the sympathy card, ringing in the children and all their years together and the parents and all the good memories. Cindy said he made it easier for her. He was so phony with his contrite attitude that she didn't feel any compunction about nailing him with his sins, included the ones he thought she had forgiven him for. 

By the end of the drama, Al was a puddle of sobbing mush. She had pre-empted him by packing a bag with his things and pulling it out into the kitchen, telling him to hit the road and don't come back until she gave him permission. Al of course misunderstood, thinking that he was being sentenced to a short-term exclusion. When Cindy slapped the divorce papers in his hand, he began to figure out that he was gone for good. The only thing he would be coming back for was the rest of his clothes and possessions and Cindy would be watching to make sure he didn't take anything he wasn't entitled to. He was a beaten man when he walked out the door, dragging his suitcase behind him.

"I wish I had been here for you, Cindy," I said.

"No ... that wouldn't work, Jake. I had to do this myself. It wasn't fun and it wasn't easy, but I had to do it myself. Don't start blaming yourself because I'm upset. I know you mean well, but ... it had to be done and it had to be done hard and fast."

"Well, I guess you and I are about to start the rest of our lives," I said. I'm just happy that I'm still going to have you as part of that ... at least for a while."

Her head popped up and she gave me the damndest look. "Are you having second thoughts about us?" That was a no-nonsense question.

"Of course not. It's just ... it's your choice, Cindy. Whatever becomes of us ... it will always be your choice."

"Jake Phaltz! What a cop-out! First you tell me you have feelings for me, then you lay it all on my shoulders. What kind of bastard are you?" she demanded.

I looked at her and I couldn't help it. I know I had a wrinkled smile on my lips. She couldn't help it either. I could see it in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for one big, long, sensuous kiss. I don't think we're going to be separated any time soon.

Epilogue:

As I expected, the offer on the house was countered, but not too far from my ideal price. I had our agent re-counter and the deal was done when they accepted. I now owned a four bedroom house in a very nice neighborhood.

I'm almost embarrassed at how easily I got over being divorced from Judy. I've come to the conclusion that I never did love her. Not really. Not the way my parents love each other. Not the way I had envisioned a loving wife. All I have to compare it to is what I now see and what I now know. The depth of emotion just wasn't there on either part.

I haven't seen Judy since the divorce papers were signed. The final decree will be issued in February. The word is that she and Bobby-boy took off with damn little aside from his Mercedes. His soon-to-be ex-wife is now running the lab and it's business as usual. I guess Judy lost out on her dream twice in a row.

Al is still working at the Chev dealer, although we hear he is a much different personality these days. His divorce from Cindy will be final in March. He visits his children every week, but otherwise keeps his head down. We don't think the single life agrees with him quite as much as he might have hoped. 

Cindy cut him some slack at my suggestion. She's not asking for alimony or child support. Al is down and despite his behaviour, neither Cindy nor I would get any satisfaction from kicking him. Our income will be all we ever need financially, and as for Al, he'll need every dime he can earn for the next while. He still has the few remaining mortgage payments and his overloaded credit cards. Playing around can be quite expensive. 

Cindy and I are quite a different story. I was thinking the other day about what makes her so attractive to me. She's bigger than Judy. Not taller by much, but bigger, rounder, busty-er, hippy-er, sexier. She is one hundred percent all female. She looks it, she acts like it, she smells like it, and she tastes like it. 

She doesn't take shit from anyone, including me. On the other hand, she gives. She gives BIG! I will never to my dying day understand why Al Willows would want to fool around on her. Just give that man the Dumb-Ass Award in perpetuity. I love that woman like crazy and I'll fight to the death to keep her. 

Cindy doesn't do things in half-measures. When she says she's in love with me, I'm definitely not going to argue with her. Besides, what's the point? I'm getting all the benefits of her high opinion of me. I'm glad I'm reasonably fit. God forbid I should disappoint her. 

We didn't need the fourth bedroom as a bedroom for very long. Cindy sat down with the kids after she gave Al the boot, and explained what was going to happen. Annie, who knew about her father's stupidity, was less upset than Brad. But both of them had to be reassured that they would still be seeing their father. Brad was pretty quiet for a few days, but gradually, as most kids do, he adapted.

When Cindy told the kids that they would be moving into a new house with a big backyard and a play area in the basement and still going to the same school, the heat was off. When she told them I would be living with them in the house, Brad actually cheered and Annie nodded her OK. It seemed that they had the same feelings toward me that I had toward them. Cindy said kids pick up on adult "vibes," and they knew how I felt about them. 

We moved into the new house just after Halloween. I took Annie and Brad out for 'Trick-or-Treat' in their old neighborhood, and it was fun to watch them as they went from door-to-door. They always said 'thank you' and despite the costumes, they were often saying 'Hi' to kids they recognized from school. There was no sign of Al that night. I think he decided it wasn't something he could handle.

I used some of my cash and hired proper movers to get us relocated into our new home. Judy and I had decided on what furniture we would split and I chose not to argue about small things. Al was now living with a friend from work and had no room for furniture. We were doing him a favour by taking their stuff to the new house, making sure he received half the current estimated value. At the end of it all, I only had to buy a TV for the kids, and a couple of things for the dining room and kitchen. 

Christmas isn't that far away and I'm really looking forward to it. I'm sure I'll spoil Cindy, Annie and Brad terribly, but if I'm careful, I won't get too much heat from Cindy. She knows how I feel about them and I think that's what's making our new life so much easier. That and the sex, of course. 

Remember, I'm coming off a once a week or so tepid encounter. Cindy is more ... uhhhmmm, what's the word ... robust ... when it comes to sex. Uninhibited is another word I could use. Let's just say I'm doing fine, thank you. 

Cindy has a lot to say when we have sex, so in order to keep from disturbing the children, I set up my office in the bedroom between ours and theirs. We also have discovered the benefits of working from home during the day. The happy-hour has been moved to mid-day, and I can tell you it really is a happy hour. 

Oh, yes, my new career. I have found a man who is multilingual and an engineer. He's ideal for this project of Mr. Louie's, and he and I met with my boss to discuss how we could do this project. The upshot is that I now have a contract to produce maintenance manuals in English, French and Spanish. It would appear that Mr. Louie has eyes on the American market. 

I have several years of work ahead of me by the look of it. Not all Mr. Louie's of course. Other people have found out about my capabilities, and I am going to have to expand to handle the demand. Not just for imports now, but exports as well. Cindy is my personal assistant, and I couldn't have chosen a more capable person. She is dynamite at handling negotiations, scheduling, and financial management. My partner is my partner. 

And finally, to the delight of the children, Cindy and I are getting married. We'll be doing it during spring break for the kids and we'll be doing it in Hawaii. I'm bringing my parents and my brother out for the occasion. Cindy's mother is a widow, and she'll be there too. I gather she never did have a high opinion of Al, so I guess I'm starting with a clean slate with her. 

This time it's going to last. This time it is for keeps!

The End