79 comments/ 74729 views/ 11 favorites Failure To Communicate By: magmaman {This story has cheating in it, so go ahead and be outraged} Denver Hawkins sat in his car that Monday afternoon, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly it was a wonder he didn't break the thing. Just 49 years old, days from reaching fifty, his entire world had just come apart. He was already feeling badly about things, the next Wednesday was his birthday. So he was struggling with that, time was going by and he was now middle aged. And now this. He saw her come out, she had been in there for about two hours. Glancing at his watch, it was almost exactly 5 PM. There was now no doubt at all in his mind, his wife Dorothy of over 25 years was having an affair. That was bad enough all by itself, but what he had just witnessed was a complete and total shock. He was suspicious because suddenly just a few weeks before Dorothy had become secretive. So Denver followed her from her job at the clinic, something that was completely out of character for him. As the senior nurse on staff, Dorothy worked straight day shifts, getting off duty at 5 PM, but that day it was just after 2:30 in the afternoon. Following her had actually been easy, Dorothy was always completely attentive to what was in front of her when she was driving, she never looked around, not really. He was only a couple of hundred feet or so behind her when she pulled into the condo lot, parked and went inside. Denver knew very well who lived there, it was Jack Kawolski, his very best friend in the world. The one man he would have trusted with his life. +++ It wasn't anything obvious at the outset, not really. First there were the phone calls, Dorothy answered and then stepped into the kitchen. There was a buzz of conversation, he couldn't make out the words. "Who was that?" He had asked. "Nothing, just a telemarketer asking questions." Dorothy answered. Five minutes on the phone with a telemarketer? That happened at least 4 times that he knew of. The next thing that was different was when he got home at 5:30 a few weeks earlier and Dorothy wasn't there. Dorothy was always home when he got there since it was barely 5 minutes to her job. She came in about 45 minutes late that night looking rushed. "Where have you been, honey?" He asked, not really thinking anything of it. "I was talking to...uhh..Sara...I just lost track of time. Give me a minute, I will get us some dinner." "I already have it started, I have a salad in the fridge and some steaks thawed out in the microwave." Denver told her as she breezed by and went upstairs. Denver had just seen her friend Sara driving by in her little Toyota on the way home and waved? Sara was a bubbly little brunette, short and best described as stacked. No way could she ever be called slender, but she wasn't fat either. Just 5 years younger than Dorothy, they spent a lot of time together, usually either shopping or sitting in the kitchen doing some of that girl talk that Denver did his best to stay out of. Sara had even gone out with Denver's friend Jack a few times but that went nowhere, Jack normally very quickly bedded any female he dated but he ran into one of those women that were not that easy in Sara. He knew that even though Sara normally dressed to attract. She had it in her head that her breasts were her best feature so often the upper portion of her bra was showing. She was also extremely selective in men friends, although her flirtatious manner may have caused some to think otherwise. Jack had taken one look at her when they were introduced and instantly went into his now familiar charming mannerisms. No doubt Jack was a bit of a horn dog, everyone took that in stride, they were used to him. Denver was reasonably sure that Jack struck out with Sara, he overheard one of the girl's conversations about that one day. Sara was giggling about Jack coming out of the shower when she was over there one, making it obvious what he had planned. ".....in just a towel and I could see he is like a danged horse, let me tell you. But I don't like pushy men much so I told him no." He heard Sara tell Dorothy. "Really? Maybe you should have given it a try?" Dorothy giggled. Then they spotted Denver and suddenly were talking about a new diet they had heard of. Denver was used to the two of them sitting in there laughing about everything so he thought nothing of that. But why would Dorothy say that she was talking with Sara when she could not have been? Not one time that he could think of had Dorothy ever been untruthful to him? That made no sense at all. "That was really good, honey. Thanks for fixing dinner." Dorothy told him as he cleaned up the table. They sat and watched some TV, then when it was bedtime Dorothy reached out for him with all of the signs that were so familiar. This was another rare event, normally when in the mood he was the one to reach for her, finding her typically quite willing. Denver certainly had no cause to complain about that part, Dorothy was more matronly now than she was when she was much younger, but still in far better shape than most women her age. Even her close to perfect breasts had not settled a lot, and he loved the softness of the full mass of pubic hair she left untouched. One unique portion of their lovemaking was when she touched him, the few brief experiences he had known in his life were of women that used one hand, pumping up and down. Not Dorothy, she used both hands and briskly slid her palms back and forth, rolling his erection between her palms. Plus she stuck her tongue out when she did that, which Denver got a kick out of. That sensation was always incredible, plus she was usually sitting cross legged and exposed when she did it, knowing that Denver delighted in seeing her like that. When she would lean forward and suckle his nipple gently into her mouth, that was her sign of being wet and fully ready. The actual sex act nearly always was far more brief than the playing and teasing part, Denver was pleased in that part of their lives and it had never really changed much. +++ The next day after realizing that something was going on, Denver left work 60 minutes early and drove by the clinic. Dorothy's car was not there. He briefly went back to his office, that evening she was home, in the kitchen like always. He really wanted to say something, ask her what was going on but then she would know he had followed her, been spying. The next day he did the same thing, this time her car was there. He parked up on the hill where he could look down on the clinic parking lot, Dorothy came out at 5 PM just like always. Jack Kawolski was walking beside her, they stopped by her car and talked for a few minutes, then he kissed her lightly on the cheek and left. What in the hell was Jack doing at the clinic? Denver felt an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. +++ Denver met Dorothy in college, she had the seat right next to him in class. She was blond with short hair, pretty in a way, not the raving beauty type but more of what would be called a nice looking woman. It was her smile, her completely relaxed manner that struck his interest. The deep blue eyes added to that, also. She had her books already and Denver had not yet gotten his, so she shared with him, scooting her chair over closer so he could see them. Her bare arm brushed his for just an instant, he was completely aware of that. They clicked, first as friends and that progressed to dating. At their beginning, the dating was a mix, Dorothy went out with a few other guys, Denver dated a few other girls. But one evening as he dropped off a date at her place he realized he had been wondering what Dorothy was doing all night. Normally Denver might have ended up in bed because his date for the night had been giving the signs all evening. She even not too shyly suggested he come on in for a nightcap. Obvious, of course. Instead he thanked her and left, driving by Dorothy's apartment on the way home. He actually never really intended to drive by her place but somehow he just did, it was close to on the way anyway. Just as he drove by, he saw her and her date arrive, so curious he went on down the street and parked. At the door there was some conversation, Dorothy leaned in and kissed the guy and he left. It was a brief peck, not really a kiss. Denver was happy about that as he drove on home. He had been wondering by then if she was having sex with some of her dates, apparently she wasn't. At least not that night, anyway. The next day at lunch he asked her point blank if she was interested in them becoming exclusive, he put it just like that. Dorothy smiled and told him she would like that. That was all rather generic and not exactly romantic, but Dorothy moved in with him the very next week. That evening they made love for the first time, Denver was surprised to find that Dorothy was a virgin. She insisted that the lights be turned off, even though she wore a special nearly sheer nightie for him. Dorothy was just far too shy to let Denver see her in that at first. Not in the bright light, anyway. Her very first touch of a male penis other than one boy she dated that just took it out in the car and tried to make her put her hand on it was startling even though she had thought she was ready for that part. That had been partly her own fault, she had let the boy nurse and play with her naked breasts. Now with Denver her curiosity took over and she began to experiment, which turned into some full blown playing. It was so hard and rubbery feeling, touching it made her breath catch in her throat. Denver's fingers touched her loins, her body jerked, then an orgasm poured over her. The overwhelming urge to press her body to his flooded over her, she leaned forward and began to suck on Denver's bare nipple. She had never done that before but she knew what it felt like when her own nipples were touched gently and she wanted Denver to feel the sensations. The one other boy that she had allowed his hands to invade her bra had done that, that time she had come very close to allowing him to take her sex, barely managing at the last moment to come to her senses. Braced for the pain she had heard about from other girls when a man's penis entered the very first time, it never happened. Instead, it felt nice as Denver's erection invaded her. He pushed and struggled quite a bit, then Dorothy took a deep breath and allowed her lower body to relax. It was suddenly inside of her, just like that. She held herself still as Denver thrust at her, unsure of what to do, braced for the stab of pain. It really did not take very long before she felt Denver stiffen, and suddenly she was all wet and messy. She had waited, even expected to feel what her fellow female students talked about in the locker room, but all Dorothy really felt was warm and good. Dorothy knew she had reached a climax with Denver, but it was very similar to like when she touched herself, lost in fantasy. The strange parts was as she cleaned herself up, it felt like he was still inside of her. Deliriously happy with being a woman now, she slipped back into bed, finding Denver wanting her again. It was even nicer that time, and it lasted quite a bit longer. That time she lifted her hips, worked them against Denver's body, reaching for something although she was not entirely sure of what it was. The next night she was still bashful, and when she came to bed in the dark Denver was ready for that. He ducked under the covers, from somewhere he produced a tiny flashlight. It was quite a squirming session, she finally gave up and allowed it. By the time he was finished with that he had her laughing and giggling, and she got over being shy. +++ As it turned out, Dorothy had already made her choice before Denver asked, even planning it because she had gone on birth control pills only a couple of months before. The only thing she was not sure of then was who it would be with. All of the other girls were having sex, Dorothy had not actually decided on who she would choose, not really. So she was dating, still every single one of the guys made their move and got nowhere. The one boy had gotten very close, until he grabbed her hand and tried to force her to touch him. All of the other boys she had dated grabbed at her, she did not like that. Dorothy was ready in her mind to become a woman. She was being careful though, wanting it to be with the right man. Some if not most of the other girls she knew tried out nearly everyone they dated, Dorothy's upbringing got completely in the way of that. Her Mother had pounded it into her head that it was important that she save her "gift" for what would be the right partner. Dorothy had asked her Mom how she would know, and her Mother had just smiled at her. "You will know honey. He will be the one that makes you happy all the time." She said simply. Dorothy found herself happiest when she was out with Denver. Then she realized she kept thinking about him and his goofy smile, the way he made her laugh, the way she got a thrill when she danced with him from even the lightest touch of their bodies. He didn't grab at her and try to feel her breasts like nearly every other guy did. Instead they talked about how each of them wanted their lives to be. Dorothy liked it when Denver held her hand as they walked on the beach, or sat together down at the park. The other guys usually took her to dinner, then ordered her drinks which she didn't like the taste of much. So Dorothy was about ready to ask Denver herself what he thought of the two of them perhaps hooking up full time, then that day at lunch he beat her to it. It could not possibly have been more perfect. That evening a few days later when Denver first made love to her was sweet, and it felt good. It didn't take very long before Dorothy was experimenting, trying to find what things made Denver the happiest. Marriage was a given and the ceremony was simple, once out of school they bought a small house and began what could only be described as a completely normal life together. Some of her girl friends complained that they had to do everything around the house, but Denver was not like that at all. He pitched right in, helping with the dishes, the cooking, he even was right there folding clothes, doing laundry. She even took a picture of him running a vacuum cleaner so she could show that to her girl friends, they still didn't believe her though. His idea of taking her out someplace was in a double canoe up at a nearby lake, or a picnic with just the two of them at the park. He even taught her to fly fish, with her ending up with the line in a big pile most of the time. Finally she actually did catch a fish, it was a stubby looking little thing about a foot long. But it was bigger than the ones Denver caught that day, he even took her picture holding it up before he then had her let it go. It made her happy that Denver did not want to kill the fish, it was pretty and she would have felt badly about that. There were a few parties but they didn't drink very much or ever do any of the drugs some of the others offered. When she did mention to her friends how Denver was, they acted like they didn't believe her. The times the conversations turned to sex, she didn't understand why some of them complained. She had thought that all men wanted sex nearly every night, that was now normal to her. It wasn't very often that Denver was too tired, although in her time of the month he didn't. She came to accept that Denver would reach out to her as soon as they went to bed, and even as they got older, that was more often than not although that did slow a little bit. That part of their lives became normal to her, and she didn't mind, not really. It always made her feel happy, warm and wanted. There were times when she began to feel like there was something more, but by then Denver was done, and just lay there holding her. She never mentioned any of that though, he was such a good man and always seemed happy with her. She did try to give him little hints, like when she played with him with her hands. Denver really seemed to like that. One day she leaned down to take him in her mouth, having heard of that somewhere. Denver had quickly pushed her away, saying that was dirty so she didn't try that again. Even their family was perfect, along came Bradley and Miranda, just a year apart. They both were good kids. Other than the usual skinned knees, and Bradley's broken arm from falling out of a tree he was told to stay out of, raising them was easy. When she found out that Bradley had discovered sex, they sat him down together and explained to him as best they could about protection. Bradley was calm about the intimate discussion, he was the spitting image of his father in that regard. A year later, Miranda got the same discussion, and Dorothy took her to the Doctor for the pills. Dorothy did cry when first Brad, then Miranda went off to college. The house suddenly felt strange, empty. That was why she planned the big party, Denver's birthday was on a Wednesday. It took her weeks to work out all the details, Denver would never expect a surprise party on the Saturday after his birthday. The one man she knew that could help was Jack Kawolski. He and Denver were best friends, spending many weekends fishing, sometimes they played golf. They played together on a bowling team, going at it furiously to see who could get the highest score. There was always a quarter per game bet on that, too. Jack was around a lot, and still single, he showed up with one woman after another. None of them lasted very long, Dorothy just thought that Jack was not the marrying kind. They had been friends since grade school, and the two of them always had some crazy project going on. Way back they had purchased an old circle track car and took it down to the local 1/4 mile speedway. That had been great fun, Denver drove the first race, starting dead last and ending up right in the middle of the pack. He actually passed several slower cars, Dorothy was jumping up and down, all excited. She and Sara sat up in the grandstands to watch, the noise and sparks, cars bouncing off each other was wild. The next week Jack drove and came in second. They quickly discovered that Jack was far better behind the wheel after Denver managed to crash the thing the next week. Dorothy threw a fit when Denver said he planned to get right back in the machine, and he finally gave up. Jack became the driver, Denver the one man crew. The two of them worked all week until the wee hours of the morning on the beat up old car putting it all back together. It was the longest period that Denver ever went without reaching for her in bed, he came in exhausted each night very late. Jack actually won the race one afternoon, by then Dorothy was going down into the pits to be with them. Jack was so excited about winning that the instant he got out of the car, he grabbed Dorothy and swept her into his arms, giving her a big kiss. Denver was over by the tow truck putting some of the tools away and didn't see that. Dorothy was glad he didn't, that kiss was rather intense, and excited herself, she found she was kissing him right back. Then flustered, her face flaming, she drew back. "Sorry." Jack told her, letting go of her. "It's OK, it's neat that you won." Dorothy just laughed nervously. Dorothy was not quite sure what that sudden feeling she got was, it stuck in her mind. That evening as Denver made love to her, it was in her thoughts and she felt guilty about that. Jack had been around a lot, other than his being her husband's friend she never thought much of it before that. Jack was tall, a good looking man, but he had never married. Failure To Communicate Instead he did date a lot, and his preferences appeared to be the younger and more well built types. The racing only lasted two seasons, it was like the two of them had done that and then lost interest. They sold the car and then were into boats, buying a 26 foot long thing with a cabin on it. First they had suggested building and flying an airplane but Dorothy put her foot down about that. Jack was a bit on the wild and crazy side, Denver was much more solid and Dorothy was thinking that Jack just might manage to get her husband hurt. Weekends became trips to lakes, once even way out in the Ocean but the big waves scared her and then she got sick so she didn't want to go out there any more. Then there was an over night beach party and Jack showed up with a pretty dark haired woman named Millie. She wore a bathing suit that left almost nothing to the imagination, Dorothy even caught Denver looking at her from time to time. But then everyone was looking at Millie. Dorothy had on her green swimsuit, like everything she wore, it was conservative. She liked it because it was comfortable, and being one piece it covered the small bulge at her belly and the marks on her tummy that bearing two children had left her with. Later that evening, they built a huge bonfire. Dorothy glanced up and caught Jack looking at her. She blushed when the thought of that one time Jack had kissed her popped right into her head. She had a slightly nervous feeling that Jack was thinking the same thing. Denver was in their tent, he had a few extra beers and had gone to lay down so she went in to join him. Dorothy lay there quietly that night, listening to Denver's soft breathing. Then she heard what sounded like lovemaking, and realized that Jack and Millie were in the other tent just a few feet away and making love. Millie was most certainly not quiet, and it went on for at least an hour. That by itself was amazing, Denver never did it anywhere near that long. Dorothy found herself feeling flustered at the sounds, she reached over for Denver but he was solidly asleep. Later, she heard rustling sounds, someone got up and walked away into the dark. Dorothy realized that Jack must have needed to urinate. She heard him come back, then there was some crackling of the fire as he threw more wood onto it. Dorothy got up and slipped on her robe since she couldn't sleep. "Hi. Hey, sorry about all the noise." Jack said when he saw her come out. Dorothy giggled at that, she couldn't help herself. "It's OK. I am having trouble dozing off." She sat on the log a few feet away. "It sure is beautiful out here tonight." Dorothy said after a few minutes. The sky was clear, stars were visible in vast numbers. "Even more beautiful now that you are out here." Jack said with a smile. Dorothy looked up at him in surprise, his face was partly in shadow, the flickering light from the fire lit up a portion of him. All he had on was his trousers, the night was only mildly cool. Jack was well muscled, slender. She had seen him with no shirt on many times before, but somehow the way he looked with the light from the fire castings shadows made her heart skip a beat. "Me? I am a middle aged woman, what is Millie, maybe 25?" "She is 23, but the way you look right now is way nicer." Jack said quietly. "Oh, stop it." Dorothy told him. "Remember that day? Right after that race when I kissed you?" Dorothy certainly did, but she didn't answer. "I want to do that again." He told her, standing up. "Jack." Dorothy stood up also, she was thinking she should go back to her tent. He was now right there, in front of her. Jack took her in his arms and kissed her again, Dorothy was surprised and didn't react. Then she felt his hand, it slid inside her robe and was cupping her naked breast. Her body betrayed her, she felt an involuntary shudder. "God, your skin is so soft, so wonderful!" He slid her robe open as she stood there in surprise, her breasts suddenly bare in the flickering light from the fire. Startled at that, Dorothy tried to say something but no sound came out. As he leaned forward to press his lips to her bust, she pushed him back, gathering the robe quickly around herself. "Jack. Don't." She told him. He dropped his hands and let go of her. Dorothy quickly turned and went back inside the tent. Denver was still sound asleep. Her body had nearly instantly became on fire at Jack's boldness, her nipples puckered up and for a brief moment she had allowed Jack to touch her. But when he boldly reached out and opened her robe, that had broken the reverie and she had pushed him away. Then she heard the sounds once again. Jack and his girlfriend were making love? That meant he could do it again, and quickly? Dorothy's hand dropped to between her legs, she was suddenly wanting. Her other hand slipped up to her nipple, the breast that Jack had touched. Denver continued to snore softly beside her. For the very first time since she was very young, Dorothy actually wondered what sex with someone else would be like. That broke her mood, try as she might she could not climax. It was always a difficult thing anyway, but now feeling shame, she just could not. Finally she gave up, turned and went to sleep. Worried about Jack's actions, Dorothy made sure after that to not find herself alone with him, but he acted perfectly normal. She did not dare tell Denver what Jack had done, they were so close and she was sure that it might spoil that. So she just put that out of her mind, passed it off as some beer affecting him. Besides, he hadn't done anything, not really. +++ It was several months later when she called Jack from work, asking him to help with the surprise party. By then she had mostly forgotten the two incidents, and Jack had not changed one bit in the way he was around her. Jack readily accepted taking care of the details, since Dorothy was either at work or at home with Denver it was a problem for her to find the time to do any of it. Jack rented the party room at a nearby hotel, found and hired a local band. Once he came by her office to pick up a check to pay some of the bills. They walked out together after work, chatted a little bit. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek like he often did and she drove home. Then she got off work early one day and drove over to Jack's condo to work out the timing. She planned on her and Denver going out to dinner, then dancing at the hotel. The surprise would come when they arrived at the hotel, and two dozen of their friends would all be there. It would be a fun and wonderful time, she was sure. It didn't really take very long, then Dorothy and Jack sat and talked. They laughed at some of the things they had all done together. Then Jack blurted out that back when Denver and Dorothy had started dating, he had wanted to date her himself. "I am curious, if I had asked you, would you have gone out with me?" He asked. "Yes, probably. Up until Denver and I...you know." She told him. "Yea. When you guys moved in together, I didn't want to do or say anything because of Denver. But I always did love you." That came as a complete surprise. "Jack. I..I don't know what to say." Dorothy said. "Denver told me that you were...that he was the first with you. That's really something, most women in today's world...?" Dorothy blushed, she didn't know that Jack and Denver ever talked about anything like that. But she and Sara often did talk quietly about personal things, so two good men friends probably did also. "Haven't you ever wondered?" Jack asked her. "Wondered about what?" Dorothy knew very well now what he meant. "What lovemaking might be like with someone different?" "No, not really." Dorothy lied. Jack laughed at that. "Everybody does, at that beach party when I..touched you, I felt something in you." "Jack, we can't..not even talk about anything like that, OK? Of course I like you, you are a nice guy but nothing like that can ever happen again. Denver would never understand, and he trusts you." "Yea, I know. But I don't even trust myself when I am around you." Jack said. "I better go. Thank you for helping with the party." Dorothy got up. Jack got up, they stood looking at each other for a moment, then he leaned forward and kissed her. Dorothy pulled back quickly, she had instantly again felt her body react. "You are the reason I never got married." Jack told her. Dorothy went out to her car, sat there for a moment to get herself under control. She never noticed Denver's car parked up in the top parking lot. +++ Denver sat there thinking. His best friend in the whole world, and his wife? What in the hell was going on? He would never have dreamed that anything like what was obvious to him could ever happen. He also had no idea at all how to broach the subject with her. Inside, he felt a quiet rage, it took every effort he had to not let it show. Wednesday Dorothy woke him up for breakfast in bed. As he ate, she said she wanted to go out on Saturday, maybe for a nice dinner and then some dancing. "Sure, we can do that if you like." He told her. They both had to work, other than a breakfast tray the day was normal. That evening Dorothy had a nice cake she had gotten somewhere, they sat and enjoyed that. Denver was being very quiet, Dorothy could feel that something was bothering him but she had no idea at all what it could be. That evening Dorothy came to bed, expecting Denver to reach out for her, but instead he turned his back and went to sleep. That was odd, Denver had begged off a few times over the years but today was a surprise. When his breathing changed to the softness of sleep, Dorothy got up and went quietly into the bathroom. Looking at herself in the full length mirror, she turned every which way. The woman looking back at her was heavier, there was a slight sag to her full round breasts. She sucked in her tummy, lifted her breasts to where she thought they should be. Maybe that was it? She was not young and firm any more. The woman looking back at her was obviously mature. Dorothy sighed and went back to bed, slept. Thursday he was the same, she thought perhaps Denver was upset at turning fifty? Maybe that was it? She knew that she would be fifty herself in just a few months, but somehow she didn't feel that old. Saturday Dorothy did surprise Denver, when she came out of the bedroom. She had on a new peach colored dress she had bought just the afternoon before, it was fashionably short and had a very low cut back. The bodice fit her upper body perfectly, and made it clear that she wore no bra with it. It was the sexiest thing she had ever worn. "Wow!" Denver said when he saw her. "You like?" Dorothy did a little whirl. She had carefully selected this outfit for the party, she wanted to look as sexy as she dared for him since it was his special day. "I have never seen you wear anything like that before." Denver said. "I just wanted to look good for you, honey." She smiled. "Well, you sure do." He told her. Dinner was nice, they had a table that looked out over the river. The lights from the other side made the water sparkle. Denver was still quiet however, it was like his mind was somewhere else. When they walked back to what she told him was the dance floor, and pushed the double doors open, everyone yelled "Surprise!" It certainly did catch Denver by surprise. The room was full of family and friends. There was a three piece band up on the stage, and very quickly everyone was having a good time. Several people cracked some old jokes, Denver actually forgot about his suspicions and enjoyed himself. Until he was over getting himself a drink and he looked up to see Dorothy and Jack headed for the dance floor. Jack had danced with Dorothy hundreds of times over the years and Denver had not thought a single thing about it. He stood and watched them intently, they were dancing and talking like they always did. There was no cuddling, no rubbing up against each other or anything like that at all. The only thing different was that Jack's right hand was on Dorothy's bare back, Denver saw the splayed fingers, then as they turned he saw the fingers slide across her skin. He would not have even noticed that before, but normally Dorothy would never wear a dress that left so much of her body bare. Denver looked at Dorothy, saw her face had a flushed look. Then she tipped her head back and laughed at something Jack said. Then as they turned, Denver saw that Jack's hand had dropped lower and was resting on her hip. Again she laughed at something he said, allowing his hand to rest there. The look on her face, the expression was one Denver recognized. It was the same way she looked in those rare times when she reached for him, feeling desire. That moment, combined with a few drinks was enough. Denver exploded. He set down his drink, walked across the dance floor. Several people looked at him startled, seeing the expression on his face. Denver walked up to Jack, jerked his arm loose, and knocked him flat with one swing. Dorothy came to a stop, her mouth open, her eyes huge. "You fucking BASTARD!" Denver yelled, standing over Jack. "Honey? What?" Dorothy said. "You know god damned good and well what! You have been fucking around with this cock sucker!" Denver yelled. Jack looked up at Denver. He was taller and physically stronger, but thought it best to do nothing. Denver turned and walked out, got into his car and left. In his rear view mirror, he saw Dorothy come rushing out with Jack right behind her. It was well over two hours later when Denver calmed down. He realized he was on the freeway and at least 100 miles away from home. Glancing at his watch, he saw it was just after midnight, so he pulled off at the next town, drove around and found a motel. He rented a room, planning to settle in for the night. He was well aware that he probably should not be driving. By then he was back to his usual calm manner, but inside he was in turmoil. Not wanting to be there by himself, he went outside and looked around, less than a hundred feet away was a bar, it's blue and red neon sign flashing. Walking over there, he sat at the bar and proceeded to get blind drunk. +++ The first thing Denver was aware of was his head hurt and his mouth felt like it was full of cotton. Someone was pounding on the door. "What?" Denver called out. "Checkout time is 11 O'clock, buddy!" Someone yelled. Denver looked around for a clock, saw it was nearly 11 now, then he spotted someone in the bed with him. That was a shock. What in the hell? He swung his feet out of bed, saw that he was naked. He managed to stumble to the sink, drank some water. Looking back, the woman was sitting up. She was naked, her heavy breasts hung down from her chest. Her makeup was severe, she appeared to be in her forties, perhaps older. She stood up and walked over to the sink, got some water, then turned to him. Her pubic region was bare, she stood there without showing the slightest concern over being completely nude. Her lower lips hung down obscenely. "Who are you?" Denver asked her. "I'm Kitty. Jesus, guy, you sure tied one on last night, didn't you?" She tipped her head back and laughed. That sounded more like a cackle than a laugh. "Hey, if you want me to stay it's another hundred bucks, OK? If not, we need to get the fuck out of here or they are gonna nail you for another night." "Oh, God." Denver said. He found his clothes and dressed, all the woman had was a pullover dress which she had on in one smooth motion. She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. "Thanks, guy. And hey, don't feel bad, most guys can't get it up very long when they get all shit faced like that. Damn shame, you got a nice dick on you. If you want to try again, come on over, I will be at the bar." With that, she was gone. Denver stared at the closed door for several long seconds. Then he walked over to the bed, jerked the covers back. The evidence was obvious. After checking out, he got into his car and drove home. There was no one there. He checked the closets, nothing was missing. Glancing at the answering machine, he saw the light was flashing. There were over a dozen messages. Running the list, all of them were from Jack. "Hey guy, call me. There is nothing going on, we gotta talk." Were about all there was to the messages. Except for the last one. "Denver, god dammit! When you get this call back. We are worried sick." Then Denver heard Dorothy's voice in the background. "He still isn't answering? Where can he be?" Dorothy was at Jack's place? He smashed the answering machine against the wall. Needing to use the bathroom, he went in and sat down. It was over an hour later when he woke up, still sitting there. As he got up and started to pull his briefs up, he saw the ugly red lipstick stains on his underwear. Just then the phone rang. Denver walked over and picked it up. "Denver! Are you OK?" Jack's voice asked. "I'm fine." "Hey, we need to talk real bad. Dorothy and I ain't doing anything." "What is she doing over there, then?" Denver asked. "I drove her over to your house but you were gone, and since you were acting so crazy she didn't want to be there by herself. She stayed here." Denver didn't say anything. "In the spare bedroom, dammit!" Jack added. Denver hung up, he didn't believe one word of that. The phone instantly rang again, he ignored it. He went in and undressed, taking a hot shower. Then he went out and got into his car and drove down to a cafe for some breakfast. Two hours Dorothy had spent inside Jack's condo, two solid hours. He knew damn good and well what had to be going on. Then she had planned and thrown that big party, which to his way of thinking made a fool out of him. Actually dancing with Jack, right in front of him, letting him rub her bare back. After all this time, all these years? How could Jack do something like that to him? As he ate, he thought about the hooker that had somehow ended up in his room. He had no idea at all how any of that had happened, but it was rather obvious they had done something. He loved Dorothy though. Maybe if they talked, thrashed things out? He decided he would give it a day or two before he talked to Dorothy, give himself time to figure out what to say or do. Right at the moment he wanted to smash things, hurt someone. His life had become a fucking mess. +++ Denver wasn't there when Dorothy arrived at their house. She jumped out of Jack's car and ran inside, calling out for him. Checking the closet, she saw his dark brown shirt he liked was missing, and a pair of his blue jeans but that was all. In a pile on the floor were the clothes he had worn the night before, the light blue dress shirt and jacket, Gray slacks. She picked them up to put them in the laundry hamper. On the nightstand was a bottle of Aspirin, Denver had taken the cotton out and left it beside the bottle like he always did. She picked up the cotton and went over to toss it in the wastebasket. That was when Dorothy spotted his underwear, they were shoved down below some papers but a corner was sticking out. She reached in and retrieved them, why in the world would he throw perfectly good briefs away? There was no missing the red lipstick stain. Dorothy first felt shock, that quickly became rage. Denver would not even let her use her mouth down there, and now he had obviously allowed some slut to do exactly that? Jack came inside just then, he looked down at the garment in her hand. She now had tears in her eyes. Failure To Communicate "Oh." He said. "Let's go." Dorothy said. There was no way that she could be inside her house alone now. They were both silent all the way back to Jack's condo. Dorothy waited for Denver to call, but he didn't. Knowing that he had been unfaithful to her was a shock, she made up her mind that there was no way she was going to call him. If anything remained of their marriage, he was going to have to make the effort. She had done nothing, nothing at all to deserve any of what had happened. By ten O'clock that evening Dorothy knew that Denver was not going to call. Jack had been quiet most of the day and evening, just letting her think. Finally it was time for bed, he told her good night and went to his room. Dorothy sat there thinking for a very long time. Denver had acted crazy, hitting Jack and accusing her of cheating. Right in front of all of their friends, even some family members. It had to be because he felt guilty about cheating himself because he had left and gone straight to that woman, whoever that was. She went to the spare bedroom, undressed and started to get under the covers. Then stubbornly, she went back out and knocked on the door to Jack's room. "Come on in." Jack called out. Dorothy opened the door, stood there. Jack stared at her, she was naked. "God." He managed finally. Dorothy crossed the room, sat on the edge of the bed. It was all like something from a dream, she really had no idea why she did that. Reaching down, she pulled the covers back. Jack was fully erect. His penis was about the same size as Denver's, but it looked completely different since he was not circumcised. It was like this was not real, she reached down and grasped him, just holding him for a few seconds. Jack's hips thrust upwards slightly. If Denver could do that to her, she could do it right back to him. Her hand began to stroke Jack's swollen cock, she watched herself do that like it was someone else doing it. Then she leaned forward, taking the end of his erection in her mouth. Jack let out a groan at that. Jack began to stroke her breasts, then he slid downwards, pressing her back onto the bed. He buried his face between her legs, Dorothy felt her body flood with passion. Her hips began to buck against his mouth, for the very first time in her life Dorothy climaxed almost instantly. Expecting more, she opened her legs even wider. Then he stopped. "I can't." He told her. Dorothy looked up at him. "Denver?" She asked simply. "Yes, that's part of it. But you are here because you are mad at Denver, not because you want to be with me." She knew that was only partly true. Dorothy got up, leaned down and kissed Jack. Once again it was an intense kiss. She tasted herself on his lips. She saw Jack's eyes look her up and down and she felt no shyness at all. "You should have asked me out way back." Dorothy smiled. Jack just nodded. She looked at him again, sitting there naked, his erection jutting out from his body. With a sigh, she went back to her bedroom and closed the door. Jack lay there listening to her quiet sobs. +++ Denver was sitting in his living room the next morning still thinking when the door opened and Dorothy walked in. He started to open his mouth but she told him to shut up. Denver shut up, he had never seen her quite like this. She sat down across from him, they just looked at each other. "Honey, I didn't sleep with Jack. I might have but he wouldn't, I know because I tried. I tried last night in fact. That's the truth, I have never slept with anyone but you." "I haven't either." Denver told her. "I saw lipstick all over your underwear!" She said. "I know, but I was too drunk, we didn't do anything." Denver was not sure if that was true or not. "You must have done something." She said. "I don't know, I don't remember any of that." "Who was it?" "I don't know, I went to some bar and got blind drunk." "Was she pretty?" "No. Not really." "So you act all crazy, you don't even try to sit down and just talk to me, then you go off and let some hooker suck on you?" "I don't know, I thought that you and Jack...?" "God. We weren't, nothing happened, not really. I didn't sleep with Jack, honey, but I almost did. I like Jack, and I..I'm sorry." Denver nodded, he believed her now. "Jack did kiss me. He kissed me once before, too. He also...felt my boob and last night he saw me naked. I was going to go to bed with him and I would have, he even...licked me..there." "You let him do that?" "Yes, I was mad at you. But then he stopped and told me he couldn't. To be honest I wish he had..kept on a little bit more." Dorothy's face flamed at the admission. Denver stared at her. "That pisses me off." He said. "Well, you letting some hooker suck on you doesn't exactly make me happy!" Dorothy retorted. They stared at each other for a long moment, then Dorothy saw him give in and sigh. "Denver, it's you I love." "I love you too, honey." "OK. Are we done with all of the bullshit?" Dorothy asked. Denver had never really heard her talk like that before, either. "Yea, I guess so. Yes." "Good. I don't want it to ever come up again, OK?" "OK." "And you will have to go talk to Jack. He could have..he..almost did but then he stopped because he puts you before himself." She knew that was not quite true. "You really would have let him, if Jack wanted to?" Denver asked. "Yes. I would have. But I didn't. Jack says he loves me and he always has, but he loves you too, honey." Her eyes went damp at that. Denver stood up. "Let's go get some breakfast, then we can go talk to Jack." He told her. Dorothy smiled and got up. "OK." She answered, taking his hand. +++ The conversation with Jack was guarded at first, tense, but as they talked they both relaxed. Dorothy sat there quietly listening, the two men finally shifted their conversation to football. Football, for God's sakes? Dorothy managed to not laugh at that, it appeared the two of them were comfortable again. Back at their own house, Denver took her in his arms. Dorothy was happy about that, it was perfect. Everything about her husband made her feel safe, warm. She lay there after, thinking as Denver's breathing changed to sleep. The vision of Jack, the way he had looked sitting there naked. How she had felt as he pressed his lips, his tongue to her? If only he had kept on, if only..? She didn't even feel ashamed about that. Denver had never done that, and now she knew she did not dare even mention it. There was something more, she knew it now. It just would not leave her thoughts. +++ Jack opened the door, getting a surprised look on his face to see Dorothy standing there. "Just this one time, I have to know. And it's because I want to!" She told him. Jack blinked. "What? Where is Denver?" He asked her. "He is at work. I just called him there to make sure." "OK." He stood aside so she could come in. "Denver must never know. It will be our secret." She told him. A smile crossed Jack's face. "I know." Jack said. +++ The man sitting in a van hundreds of yards away put his camera away. He had the photos that he needed. Glancing at his wrist watch, he made a notation of the time in his notebook. This one had taken two full weeks, the bugs on the phone lines had come up with nothing but long conversations between his target and some woman named Sara. Those recordings were rather damning all by themselves, she had told Sara what she was planning to do. Then her friend had tried to talk her out of it, but it was clear that was not going to be successful. For awhile there, he was thinking the woman would not go through with it, but now here she was. A suspicious husband, now a cheating wife. There was a lot more to the story of course, there always was. Something had shot their trust in each other all to hell, but the man did not know what that was. None of his business, not really. Sometimes he hated his job, it never ended. Over and over, the same thing nearly every time. Leaning back, he watched the closed doorway carefully so he could note the time the woman came out. This was the boring part, the waiting to document the obvious. Waiting, he hoped she would emerge quickly, but after a full half hour, he knew she would not. The man sighed to himself. What the hell was wrong with people, anyway? All of this sneaking around, no end to it. Why couldn't they just sit down and talk? Oh, well. It paid the bills. Failure To Communicate Ch. 02 Dorothy got home more than two hours earlier than normal. It gave her time, she needed to clean up, compose herself. She wanted dinner ready when Denver got home at 5:30. In the shower, her mind drifted to Jack, and the way it had been. Jack had professed to love her, saying he always had. She now knew deep down inside that he did not. How many women had Jack dated, been with? Dorothy didn't know, not for sure but it was a lot. She tried to think of all of the ones she had seen him with, but couldn't come up with a number. More than two dozen over the years, for sure. As the screaming hot water flowed over her naked body, Dorothy thought of that conversation she had with her friend Sara a long time ago. Sara had refused the man's advances, mentioning how large he was with a giggle. Yet he didn't seem that large, just different? Her husband Denver was easily the same size, perhaps a shade bigger? She shook her head to clear her thoughts, turned off the water. "What in the world is wrong with me?" She thought to herself. She had mustered every bit of courage she had in herself to just go over to Jack's place and basically throw herself at the man. Expecting? The "something" that had always been there in the background, the missing piece that might make her feel complete? It had been no different, not really. Jack had taken his time removing her clothing. There had been a flash of modesty as he pressed her legs open, then mashed his face to her loins. He had already done that once before, then stopped. She was not sure why he had stopped, then her thoughts had shifted rapidly from the urges of desire and blind lust to shame. It had felt good, of course, as she lay there allowing it. Denver did touch her there and a lot with his fingers, but just refused anything else. But even good, Jack was using too much pressure, every time she felt something start to happen it slid from her mind's grasp. The huge pleasure she expected, the sensation of being completely lost in the moment so well described by some of her girl friends did not arrive. Then Jack had slid himself upwards, she felt his penis probing, seeking her entrance. For just a moment she had nearly screamed out in protest but then she felt him slip inside. It was done then, her body fell limp, then began to respond like it always did. Exactly like it always did. Finally her mind drifted to Denver, she felt her body relax and then the small orgasm poured over her. Jack lasted a long time, far longer than her husband Denver ever did. Towards the last she had felt her mind wandering off, and she was hoping he would finish, climax and get it over with. When he did stiffen, and she felt him flood her with his semen, it was almost a relief. "That was wonderful!" Jack told her as he went limp and she slid out of her. Dorothy rolled of of the bed, went into the bathroom, cleaned herself as best she could. Coming back out, she began to quickly dress. All she could think of was to get home where things were familiar, safe. Away from here, she now knew she should never have come here. Jack lay there on his side, naked, watching her. His slick looking penis hung limply, almost obscene. She turned her back so he could not see her as she tugged up her panties, then slipped on her bra. "You know, if we are careful, Denver will never know. This can be a regular thing." Jack said, now sitting up. He reached for her but she pulled away. "One time, I told you. This can never happen again, I made a mistake." She told him. Jack didn't answer, he just lay back against the bed. +++ Once back home where she felt safe Dorothy started dinner. A nice meat loaf, she used her mother's trick of filling it with several layers of cheese. Some Peas, fresh frozen were quick and easy, Denver really liked those. Add in a baked Potato, oven baked the way he liked them, first in foil then butter the outside and unwrap them to finish them so the peeling was nice and crisp. At a quarter to six she went and looked out the window, no sign of her husband. Back in the kitchen, she turned down the temperature to keep it all warm. By eight PM she was sitting in the living room, her body wracked with sobs. She knew Denver was not coming home now. How he knew about what had happened, she had no idea but she was sure that now he did. The phone rang and she leaped for it, knocking the little stand the charger sat on off onto the floor. "Where are you?" She said the moment she pushed the button. "What? This is Sara. What's the matter?" Her friend asked. "It's Denver. He isn't home yet, I think he left me!" Dorothy wailed. "Dorothy! Calm down! What is going on? I thought you guys were...oh. Oh God! You didn't...?" Dorothy was crying so furiously that she could not talk. "I'm coming over there." Sara said, hanging up the phone. +++ It was just after 4 in the afternoon when the phone in Denver's office rang. He listened to what the man had to say. "Sorry, Bud. I will send you the photos and tapes in the morning." Were the last words the man had to say. The motel Denver checked into was on the seedy side, it was his 2nd try. The first place would not rent him a room since he had no luggage at all. The one he was in now didn't give a shit, they were used to renting a room sometimes two, even three times in the same night. "Checkout is at 11, or it's another night, OK? Do ya want a girl, or do ya got one already?" Denver just shook his head. The clerk shrugged. Denver went inside the dingy smelly room, sat on the bed. He was still sitting there when the Sun came up. +++ "So what did your wife have to say when you talked to her about it?" The lawyer he had found in the yellow pages asked him. The man had glanced at the photos, looked over the notes from the detective, and listened to some of the tape recordings. "I haven't talked to her, she keeps calling but I haven't answered." "Why not? That is usually what is wrong in cases like this, you might try and thrash things out." "She went and screwed my best friend! She LIED to me, what is there to talk about?" Denver asked angrily. "Maybe something like two kids, sure, they are grown but that's family. Then what you tell me was a happy marriage? Are you telling me you don't love the woman, just like that?" "I guess I do, it's just that...." "Just what? Tell me this, how many times have you gotten some strange stuff since you have been married? Most of the time.....?" "I...just once, and I don't even know what happened. It wasn't like that..." "Does your wife know about that?" "Yes." Denver told him. "That complicates things, if she puts up a fight she can really cause problems." "I don't care, give her whatever she wants." "Well then. But that's what I mean, with both of you guilty? People are weak but sometimes things are worth working on." The lawyer told him. "What the fuck are you, some kind of marriage counselor?" Denver demanded. "No, I am just a lawyer. I see this all the time, happy people going at each other over stupid stuff." He took a moment to size Denver up. The man appeared to be completely miserable. "Oh, well. If you really do want a divorce, I will handle it for you." The lawyer sighed. +++ Denver's phone rang as he stepped out of the elevator. Glancing at it, he saw it was Sara. "Yea?" He answered. "Denver! What's going on? Why are you and Dorothy fighting?" "You know damn good and well by now, Sara. Dorothy has been sleeping with Jack Kawolski." "Denver? Damn it, you really need to talk to her about that. She says it was a silly mistake, and just once." "Talk about? TALK ABOUT? What's to talk about, she is fucking around on me and lying to me, for God's sake!" "Denver, meet me at Charley's pub, OK?" "Please?" She added when he didn't answer. "All right. When?" He gave in, Sara had been Dorothy's best friend for as long as he could remember, and she was usually pretty level headed. "Right now." She hung up before he could answer. +++ Sara was sitting in the end booth when he walked in. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkened room. Walking over, he slid into the booth. Like nearly every time Denver had ever seen Sara, the tops of her breasts were showing, the upper edge of her ever present lace edged bra peeked out of the bodice. She saw his eyes glance down and grinned inwardly to herself. Denver always glanced, most men did since it was her very best feature but she had always liked Denver and it gave her a tiny little warm feeling when he did. "Denver, Dorothy really loves you, and right now she is a basket case." "She has it coming." Denver said. "Yes, she did wrong and she knows it. But she can't undo it, you know. She is still the same person." "Why would she do something like that in the first place?" Denver demanded. "You need to know more about how women are, Denver. She felt like something was missing in her life. You know, your kids all grown and gone, life gets into a rut. She is nearly fifty, and it's like so much passed her by?" "She went and FUCKED jack, for God's sake! I guess I just found out I have never been any good in bed, hell, I don't have a fucking CLUE what that woman wants!" "Denver. She said you were with some other woman, and did it first." Sara reached out and put her hand on his. "I...That was...I was mad, and I got drunk and..." "That's your excuse then? Think of what Dorothy felt like, finding that out?" Denver sighed. "I don't know what happened that night, I didn't mean to, not really. It was just that everything was all piled up on me." "Well, it was all piling up on her, too. Then when you hit Jack, she realized you had misunderstood...." "Misunderstood what?" "Jack was helping her plan your surprise party. That's all that was going on, then you blew up." "She was in his condo for over two hours, I saw that!" "Yes, but Jack is just a friend. Sure, he is an asshole, a horn dog. That I know for sure because he tried it with me, but he was not getting anywhere with her." "Some fucking friend!" "That is probably true. But Dorothy doesn't care about Jack, she cares about you." "Go talk to her. Please?" Sara asked when Denver didn't answer. +++ Denver looked up when Dorothy walked into the pub the next day. She spotted him and walked over, sat down. He had expected her to be dolled up, perhaps trying to attract him or something but she wasn't. She just looked like...Dorothy. "Thank you for talking to me, honey." She said, her eyes downcast. "Sure. No yelling or crying, OK? I just want to know why? Why did you go sleep with Jack?" "I don't know, not really. I wanted...I never did, not with anyone but you, ever. No one has even wanted me I guess, not really." "You know that is bullshit, you had guys trying all the time when we were young." "I guess. It wasn't that. I wanted to know what a real...how it felt when..you know, like some of the women talk about?" "You mean an orgasm? Is that what you are saying, I never gave you an orgasm?" "No, you do! You did, it's just that I always felt like there was something more. I don't know, that night when we were in the tent and Jack was with that Millie woman, she...He went for an hour, I guess and I heard that." "I don't remember any of that?" "You were asleep. That night Jack got up to pee, then I heard him by the fire and I couldn't sleep so I got up. He...he kissed me that night, and he..touched me..here." She brought one hand up to her breast. "You mean? You and Jack were fucking around clear back then? While I was asleep?" "No, it wasn't like that. I pushed him away, he didn't do anything, not really." "Not really huh? Grabbing at you? I think the first chance I get I will kick his fucking ass!" "No, don't do that. It will just cause trouble." "We already have some trouble!" Denver snorted. "Can we..can we try? Please honey, I don't want a divorce, I love you and only you. I want us to be together, I want everything the way it was before." "You did it too, I know you did. That hurt me, knowing that you had a girl friend on the side." She said when he didn't answer. "I don't have any girl friend!" "Who was she then?" Dorothy was looking Denver right in the eyes, trying to tell if he was lying. "I don't know. Some woman, I woke up with a hangover and she was there." "God knows what you could have caught." "I know. I'm sorry about that." He meant that, too. Denver sighed, she was right even though he still had no clue how that even happened. "I am sorry too, honey. I want us to be together, like before." "I don't see how we can be, I just don't. But...." He looked at her, feeling his anger at her soften. +++ Jack Kawolski felt it was best to be nowhere to be seen. He made it a point to stay away from the usual places, the last thing in the world he wanted was to run into Denver somewhere. He was reasonably sure he could handle the man physically, although he also knew that Denver was on the scrappy side. He remembered that time when they were in the pits at the racetrack, Jack had "encouraged" another driver to move over with his right front fender and the guy had taken offense at that. That had been quite a yelling match, then Denver had stepped between then and backed the guy down, even though the guy was half again bigger. He still could sometimes feel the small area of his jaw where that punch had landed. That had pissed him off, hell, it had chipped two of his teeth and he had been forced to go see a dentist. He had only been horsing around a little bit when he had copped a quick feel of Dorothy's tits that one time, the truth was he had never really intended to ever put the make on her. That other time when in a rush of excitement they had kissed, he had felt something in her and was reasonably sure she could be had. But he had planned none of that. Even that night after the blowup, Dorothy had come into his room, hell, she was stark naked! What was he supposed to think, do? But it was weird, he had been right on the edge of giving her the fucking of her life when it hit him that the only reason she was there was that she was mad at Denver going off and getting a strange piece of ass. No, that was wrong. He liked to get women to the point where they wanted him, and nothing else. That was always the real kick, when they reached for him, grabbed at him lost in lust. But he had seen Dorothy naked, and man did that woman have a pussy on her! It was full, her outer lips puffy. Then she had never been with anyone but Denver, that Jack was sure of. Maybe that was the reason she had tasted like that? Almost no taste at all, maybe..clean was the word? That damned fantasy of having her grew in his head. He dropped the "love" word deliberately, even lied to her and told her that SHE was the reason he had never married. The truth there was that he would never get married, settling down with one female was just something that could never fit his lifestyle. Then the big surprise, she had shown up at his door. Wanting him, that was what she had told him. Jack had been happy to oblige her, and he had spent way over an hour with her before finally shoving his cock inside her. One thing Jack knew very well about himself was that he had endurance, he must have fucked her for a solid 45 minutes before finally allowing himself to let fly. Right after that, Dorothy had acted all weird? She just cleaned up, got dressed and almost ran out the door? That was strange, no way in hell could she not like that, Jack was sure she had never been screwed like that in her life. Oh, well. The world was full of women. He did find he was missing the parties, going bowling and having fun, cracking jokes. Once he had heard from that Sara broad, the one that seemed to have her fucking knees chained together, that Denver and Dorothy were on the outs? He knew that Dorothy must have squealed. Damn shame, it was always better to keep the mouth shut about some things, after all, he had hosed more than his fair share of married broads with no real trouble. Now he had to keep his eyes open because Denver just might be looking for him. Bunch of shit, hell, it was just some fucking, wash her off and nobody could ever tell. But thinking of Denver, he kind of wished he could take it all back. It looked like he and those two didn't agree with his own way of looking at things. +++ Two weeks, two solid weeks went by. Denver came home, ate his dinner. They talked about everything under the Sun except for the one thing that probably mattered most of all. In bed, Denver rolled over and went to sleep, his back to her. Dorothy knew that all she could do was wait, she was well aware of what was on Denver's mind. Then one afternoon Dorothy and Sara were out shopping, they stopped at a woman's shop, looking at all the skimpy undergarments and giggling. Dorothy was thinking along the lines that something enticing might be the answer. Dorothy had a sudden flash of inspiration! "Do you like Denver, Sara?" She asked innocently. "Sure, why?" "I was just wondering. All of the trouble between Denver and me is because I...I did that with his best friend Jack." "What do you mean?" Sara asked. "If it had been some..stranger? I don't think it would be so bad, but Denver can't seem to get past it. Things are not going all that well, he won't make love to me." "I still don't get it, Dorothy. What are you saying?" "Sara, you are my best friend!" Dorothy broke into a huge smile. Sara stared at Dorothy for a few seconds. "God. Do you mean what I think you mean?" "Yep." "Wow." Sara said, almost to herself. "Come on, let's go buy some stuff." Dorothy laughed. +++ Denver sat in his car, watching as Jack came out and got into his fancy red sports car. He followed along as Jack drove out of the city and up onto the freeway. 30 miles later he pulled off into a small town, drove into to a night club and parked. It was about 200 feet across the big parking lot, obviously shared with a nearby grocery store. Denver pulled up just as Jack was getting out. He saw Denver and his heart jumped in his throat. "What's up?" Jack started to say but the fist was already coming at him. He managed to slip that one but the second one caught him above the ear and he saw stars. He grabbed at Denver and tried his best to throw him but somehow Denver hooked his legs and Jack went down on his back. Denver piled on top of him, pinning his arms. Jack got one arm loose and swung but Denver was determined. One blow after another rained down on him, Jack tried everything he could think of, while striking back with all of his might. He even managed to get in several head butts. Finally Jack felt his strength fading, then the stream of blows stopped. Denver stood up, looking down at him. Denver's face was a mask of blood and one eye was swollen nearly shut. Jack knew he looked just as bad, probably worse. He was done, there was nothing left. "Christ! This wirey fucker has just pretty much whipped my ass!" Jack thought. "Next time you decide to take advantage of someone's wife, remember this." Denver said calmly. "Got it?" Denver added. "Yea. I am sorry as hell, Denver. I mean that." "You ever touch Dorothy again and so help me...!" "I got it. No problems, I won't bother her." "Call the cops if you want, I don't give a fuck!" Denver got back into his car, started it. "Hey!" Jack was sitting up now. "What?" Denver asked. "You gonna be at bowling league Tuesday? We are only 3 points out of first place." Failure To Communicate Ch. 02 "What?" "I mean it. You and I are buds, I am really sorry I fucked things up. I want us to be friends." "You are out of your fucking mind!" Denver snorted. "Well? Will you be there?" Jack had managed to get to his feet now. "Yea, I guess. Asshole!" Denver dropped the car in gear and drove away. He started laughing so hard he had to pull off the side of the road. +++ It seemed like it took forever to get to his house, Denver kept working some loose teeth with his tongue. In the house, he washed his face in the kitchen sink, peeled off his shirt. It was torn and all bloody, so he threw it in the trash. That was when it struck him, where in the hell was Dorothy? "Dorothy! Where are you?" He called out. She had to be here somewhere, her car was in the driveway. "I am in here, honey." He heard her call out from the bedroom, then he heard a stifled giggle. "Now what in the hell?" He thought. Pushing open the bedroom door, Denver came to a stop. Lying in the bed, the covers pulled down to their waists were Dorothy...and Sara. Four nice round breasts, bare nipples pointing up. "What?" He managed, unable to not stare. "What happened to you?" Dorothy sat bolt upright. "Nothing, you should see the other guy. Now what is going on?" He asked. "Well, Sara is my very best friend in the whole world, so we were thinking...?" Dorothy got out of the bed, walked over and touched Denver's face. She was completely naked. Not a trace of pubic hair. "Sara shaved it off for me." Dorothy smiled at him. She had a dreamy look on her face. "Sara?" Denver looked over at her again. "Yea. I did hers, too. Wanna see?" She giggled. Denver's head was spinning. "You should have talked to me about...this." Denver looked past her at Sara lying there. Bare breasted and making no move to hide anything, a huge grin on her face? "I am right now." Dorothy smiled, her fingers began to unbutton his shirt. "Does this mean you want me to...are you suggesting we have a threesome..with Sara?" "Yep." "It looks like things are going to be different around here, huh?" "They sure are! Now, come to bed, let us girls make you feel better. We have some things we want to teach you." Dorothy laughed. "Who beat you up?" Sara asked, looking at his swollen face. "Nobody. I beat Jack up." +++ That began one crazy night, bare breasts, warm bodies everywhere at the same time. Denver found himself in a constant haze of lust, much of the time he knew who he was touching but wasn't sure who was touching him. At one point Denver found himself fully embedded in Sara, her husky hips lifting him completely off the bed, while Dorothy had her hands underneath fondling his balls. "Like this." Sara told him at another point as the tip of her tongue brushed Dorothy's bare pussy. Denver was looking over Sara's shoulder at the time, amazed at watching Dorothy with her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, climaxing over and over. Later after some rest, Denver got it up for the third time, lying on his back as his wife pounded away at him. The last thing Denver remembered was trying to move his face around so he could breathe past bare breasts. Then someone was sucking on him, he looked down to see the top of Dorothy's head bobbing up and down. Exhausted, he fell asleep. +++ The next morning, Denver woke up to giggling and voices coming from the kitchen. He got up, pulled on his robe and went in there. Sara was mixing a bowl of pancakes while Dorothy was working on Bacon and Eggs. Both of them were in matching baby doll nighties. "Good grief." Denver muttered, grabbing a chair. "Well, do you forgive me now, honey?" Dorothy asked, setting down a steaming cup of coffee. "No, but I guess I can live with it." He answered with a laugh. Later, back in the bedroom, Sara was busy under the covers. "I thought you didn't like that?" Dorothy asked with a snicker as she gently suckled one of his nipples. "I changed my mind." He said. She giggled at that. "I found out what was missing." Dorothy grinned at him. "And just what is that?" He asked her. She let out another titter and ducked under the covers herself, presenting her bare behind to him. "What the hell", He thought, pressing his face to her. It wasn't really something he ever did, oral to him was..well..? Still, after last night..? Then he realized she was not doing anything with him. She was doing something, though.... Denver jerked the covers back, exposing Sara's round buttocks to find Dorothy's face buried between her thighs. "Is this going to work?" Dorothy turned her head to look at him with a smile. "So you like women too? When did you find this out?" Denver asked in surprise as he struggled to keep from blasting off into what now felt like a vacuum cleaner. "Down at the ladie's shop, we were trying on some naughty things and it got...interesting." Dorothy giggled. "Yea, very interesting!" Came muffled sounding from under the covers. "Then we decided to come home and both of us would fuck you silly. Do you mind?" Sara's head popped out from under the covers with a huge grin. Denver blinked at that, then he leaned back with a smile as she returned her attentions to his rigid cock. He was thinking that he didn't mind this one bit.