79 comments/ 77777 views/ 32 favorites Fatal Betrayal By: dlawson Susan jumped as the telephone startled her. Who could be calling this early in the morning? She shivered and slipped on her nightgown. "Hello?" Her voice unsteady. "Mrs. Davis?" a male voice asked. "Yes?" Suddenly Susan was acutely aware she was cold. Goosebumps ran up her arms. She felt the wetness at the top of her thighs. The cold air stung. "Mrs. Davis, I'm sorry to be the one to inform you, but your husband is dead." "Wha . . . What?" Susan broke into tears before she could consciously comprehend the message. "Who . . . Who are you?" "I'm terribly sorry. This is Sgt. Murdock, Youngstown Police Department. I'm afraid he was robbed. We are doing an autopsy to gather trace evidence, but I'm not sure how much it will help. You will need to come here to identify and claim the body." The voice droned on. Susan heard little after "Youngstown Police Department." Her mind was reeling -- she could not process the message. "Mrs. Davis, are you still there?" Sgt. Murdock asked. He could not hear Susan's almost inaudible sobs as she collapsed to the floor beside the telephone stand. Susan pulled compulsively at her night gown, trying vainly to cover her nakedness. The cold wetness between her thighs spread and consumed her buttocks as she rocked, still clutching her nightgown as she tried to stop the spread of the cold. Her plaintiff cry was too low for Sgt. Murdock to hear, "No . . . No, no . . . noooooooo . . .." Yesterday "Well . . . what do you think?" Susan appeared from her closet and, with a flourish, pirouetted with her hands held high. David looked up from his computer screen where he was checking e--mail he had received since he left the office two hours earlier. His wife of five years stood in the threshold of her closet. She wore a classic black cocktail dress, cut low in the back and plunging far enough in the front to emphasize her bountiful cleavage. David noticed the dress after he recovered from his initial distraction. "Oh, wow! Killer! You're gonna knock 'em dead at the party." David sincerely complimented his wife. "Come here." "Oh no, no. I have to get back to dinner before it's ruined." Susan protested as she turned back into her closet and started stripping off her new dress. David finished answering an e-mail marked "urgent," and walked downstairs to join his wife in the kitchen. When he first saw her at the counter tossing the salad, he immediately thought of her new cocktail dress. I'll be the envy of most everyone at the party, David mused to himself. He was jolted back to reality by Susan's question. "What salad dressing do you want?" she asked without looking at him. "Wha . . . What?" David struggled to withdraw from his musing and comprehend what he had been asked. "Salad dressing. What dressing do want for your salad?" she repeated, this time turning slightly to look at him. "French. French, if we have it." David stuttered. Susan was dressed in a simple pair of shorts and a yellow tee--top. When she turned to look at him, he caught a tell--tale jiggle that told him she had not replaced her bra after trying on her new dress. David could not help thinking about how much he loved Susan's teats. His thoughts were cut off by the sudden realization that he was becoming aroused. "Come on and sit down. Everything's ready." Susan had placed his salad in front of his chair and was preparing to sit. David sat. "Are you looking forward to the company party?" David asked as he used his fork to distribute the dressing on his salad. "Well, yes. We've missed the last three, and between my job and yours, we haven't been out in nearly a year, except to eat." Susan looked up at him. "I know," David replied. "I keep meaning to discuss a vacation with you, but with the fight before the merger, the merger and then the reorganization, I don't have to tell you even taking off one of the days of the weekend has been tough." "I know . . . I know. Still, its growing old, and we really need some time to ourselves." Susan said what was on both their minds. "The party will be fun. We can drink and dance, and then afterwards . . . there will just be you and me." "I don't know about drinking. The rest sounds fun though." "I think it will be safe," Susan said with a slight smile, "I ordered a limousine." "You what?" David asked with a laugh. "What possessed you?" There was no reproach in his voice. "I don't know. A whim. A fancy." She paused. "I guess I just wanted the night to be perfect." "Well, I'll try to live up to your wishes." David smiled and, for just a moment, he thought he saw a slight blush as she bent her head to her meal. The rest of their dinner would have passed with small talk about their jobs if David's meal had not been interrupted by the telephone. Robert Gannon called. The bank had moved the meeting on refinancing for the Youngstown line of credit to Monday. Once the reorganization was complete, the chief bank in Atlanta would handle all of the company's financing, but for now, the line of credit had to be refinanced to bridge the gap. Robert was looking for a complete accounting of receivables, and he had no confidence the man appointed to complete the accounting would finish in time. The man assigned to the task was scheduled to have the figures to Robert by close of business in Atlanta today. Robert had not heard from him, and didn't know if he would complete the accounting tomorrow. David had no idea what he was supposed to do about it. Robert had assigned the man in charge of the accounting. "How the hell did this become my problem?" David thought. Nevertheless, the call threatened to consume his entire evening until he told Robert he would look into it in the morning. David was looking forward to the company party as much as his wife. He had counted on pushing paper at work tomorrow until he could slip out of the office early, come home to his wife and prepare for dinner and the party at their leisure. He had neglected his wife lately. Well, she had reserved a limousine, and he was going to make it all up to her. Now he had to deal with the Youngstown accounts receivable some how. If nothing else, it was certain to aggravate him. "Thanks, Robert." David almost said out loud. David did not need this latest irritation to have reason to resent Robert. Robert Gannon was David's rival at the company. As officers of the acquiring company, David and Robert not only survived the transaction euphemistically dubbed a merger, but had risen in the corporate hierarchy during the ensuing reorganization. And although David had received a promotion with a substantial compensation package, Robert got the position David wanted. This is the way it had been for the past twelve years. Both joined the company fresh out of business school. David was Harvard; Robert was Yale. The young lions had traded conquests at the company on their way up the corporate ladder. Both men used their positions to make their rival's life difficult when the opportunity presented itself. Now Robert was one rung above David, and it was Robert's turn to twist David's nipples. To David, his relationship with Susan seemed like the only part of his life in which he did not have to deal with Robert. They married five years ago. He was twenty--eight and Susan was twenty--two. Robert and Susan had met only on three or four occasions -- at company functions. Robert had turned on the charm, but Susan reacted coolly to him at every meeting. Inwardly, David glowed with the thought Susan disdained Robert as much as he did. When David hung up the phone, it was nearly ten--thirty. Susan was taking off her makeup and getting ready for bed. When he entered the bedroom, Susan just pulled the blanket up around her shoulders. David undressed and joined her in bed. "Robert again?" she asked. "Yeah. He thinks his problem in Youngstown is my problem. Come to think about it, I guess it just became my problem." David answered in resignation. "I have to see what I can do about it tomorrow." "Oh no," Susan moaned. "This isn't going to keep us from attending the party, is it?" "No, no, no. I promise." David reassured her as he placed his arm around her waist and pulled her back into his stomach. "But what in the world am I going to do about the Youngstown accounting from Atlanta?" David thought. That thought played over and over in David's mind until he drifted off to sleep. Earlier Today "What?!! He did what? When?" David was shouting into the phone. His secretary opened the door to his office, concerned. David gave her a sign everything was okay and she backed out, shutting the door. "No, . . . no, don't do anything. I'll get back to you." David hung up the phone. He was breathing hard. What the hell is he going to do now? David's mind was reeling. David picked up the phone again. "Robert, we have a big problem in Youngstown. Your man Collins quit." "When?" Robert snapped. "Yesterday evening, apparently. Probably while you and I were on the telephone." David presented his best executive demeanor, but underneath his Brooks Brothers custom suit, his heart was beating out of control. The company must have those figures Monday. If the accounting was not available, someone's head would roll. Up to last night, it probably was Robert's; now, it might be his. "Who else do we have out there?" Robert asked. "Clark. Tim Clark, but I don't know him. He was with the former owner. For Chrissakes, . . . I didn't know Collins either." Some frustration was creeping into David's voice. "You know those guys better than I do. You picked Collins!" "Well, no one knew Collins would walk. Should'a canned all of them." Robert replied. "You have to go out there." "No, no, I'm not going. I didn't create this mess. Hell, I didn't even know there was a problem until last night." David retorted. "Listen, David. I know we have had our differences in the past, but I need our best troubleshooter out there. That's you. We cannot afford for our CFO to walk into that meeting on Monday without those figures. We have zero chance of refinancing if we fail. Someone has to make sure those assholes in Youngstown get that accounting done before Monday. You are going." Robert's tone was firm and adamant. David could go or start looking for a job immediately. "Alright, alright." David hung up the phone. He could not decide whether he was mad, dejected, or both. Just one floor above, Robert hung up the phone and a slight smile slowly emerged. David started to pick up the phone to tell his secretary to get him on the first plane to Youngstown and then call Susan when he realized that his emergency assignment was going to wreck his plans with Susan that evening. "How the hell did this happen?" David thought. He gave his secretary her instructions, and then sat looking at the phone. "How can I tell Susan?" he despaired. "Mr. Davis?" It was David's secretary. "Your flight leaves in an hour and forty--five minutes. You have reservations at the Marriott on Green Street. A driver will be downstairs in fifteen minutes, unless you want to drive yourself?" "No. I'll meet the driver. I'll have to buy some clothes and toiletries after I arrive in Youngstown." David gathered the employee roster for Youngstown and a couple other documents he thought he might need. "I don't have a clue what I'm going to need," David said with frustration. "How did I get myself in this?" David wondered out loud as he noticed the time. He put on his suit jacket, opened the door to his office and left to meet his driver downstairs. On the way to the airport, David knew he had to call Susan, even if he did not know what he was going to say to her. He pushed the speed dial on his cell phone. "Susan?" "Hello, David." Susan practically sang. "Ready for a big evening?" "Well, no. Actually . . .," David paused, not sure how to continue. "What do you mean 'no.' David, what's wrong?" Susan pressed, her voice rising. "Susan, I'm on the way to the airport. I have to go to Youngstown," David started. "No! No! You do not have to go to Youngstown or any where else." Anger was creeping into Susan's voice. "Honey, listen, there is a meeting on refinancing the line of credit for Youngstown on Monday and the team needs Youngstown's accounts receivable before the meeting." "What does that have to do with you?" Susan challenged David. "The man Robert put in charge of the accounting quit yesterday. Robert ordered me to Youngstown to ensure the accounting is finished by Monday." "You're not an accountant! David, you know I have been looking forward to the company party for weeks. I bought a new dress. You can't cancel and run off to Ohio at the last minute," Susan shouted. "I can go or I can find a new job. If the accounting isn't completed, I may have to find a new job any way." David hoped to end the painful exchange. "Damn it," he thought, "I wanted to go to the party as much as she did." "I would think you could've found another solution," Susan said. Then she added the obvious, "I am not happy about this David." "Me neither," David said. And after a perfunctory "I love you," he pushed the end button on his cell phone. * * * Susan arrived home to an empty house. She was angry. She understood what her husband had told her, but she could not help but think he could have avoided the trip to Youngstown some how. She poured herself a glass of white wine and consumed it too fast. She poured a second glass but took more time drinking it. Susan's thoughts turned to herself. She had been looking forward to the company party for weeks. It had been months, "almost a year" she heard herself say, since she had been any where with David. She bought a new dress. She probably paid too much for it. And she had reserved a limousine for the evening. Susan's thoughts turned to the previous evening. She had wanted the evening to be perfect. David had mentioned his telephone conversation with Robert but promised nothing would interfere with their plans. "He promised!" Susan said out loud as she downed the rest of her second glass of wine. She poured a third and took the bottle with her to her bedroom to change. After entering the bedroom, Susan walked to the bathroom and put the wine bottle down. Continuing to sip her wine, she walked into her expansive closet and went directly to the cocktail dress she purchased to wear this very evening. As she held the dress out, Susan asked herself, "Why do I have to stay home just because David can't make it?" As she turned and poured another glass of wine, she wondered, "Do I dare? What will everyone say?" As she continued to think about going to the party without David, her thoughts increasingly favored the idea and next to none were opposed to it. Fortified by wine, she boldly decided she would go to the party. "I'm glad I didn't cancel the limo," she giggled out loud. The dye was cast. Susan began running bath water. The decision had slowed her consumption of wine and she took her fourth glass with her as she slipped into the warm water. Susan relaxed in her bath until the water turned tepid and she felt a chill. She drained some of the water from the oversized tub and added more hot water to bring the bath back to a luxurious temperature. Then armed with her razor, Susan went through the ritual of shaving her legs and under her arms. Having finished shaving under her arms, a deliciously wicked thought occurred to Susan and she began shaving her pubic hair, leaving only a narrow triangle just above her labia majora. She picked up her towel and hurriedly patted herself dry. Retrieving the scissors in the top drawer of her vanity, Susan sat on the edge of the tub and trimmed close what little hair remained above her nether region. Susan finished drying herself and then stood in front of the full--length bathroom mirror to appraise her new look. She approved. She stepped into the sexy, lacy underwear her husband gave her for her last birthday. Susan then proceeded to apply her makeup and perfume as carefully as if she were going on a first date. Susan put on the cocktail dress and checked herself in the mirror. Had David been present, he would have said Susan had not looked more desirable since their wedding night. Susan looked at the clock. The limousine would arrive soon. * * * David had been depressed the entire flight. When he arrived, his fortunes did not improve. The car rental company inexplicably had given away his car. He found a compact car for rent at the fourth agency at which he presented himself. Circumstances did not improve outside airport grounds. David had never been to Youngstown before, and the car rental agency map predictably was bad. His first order of business was to obtain suitable clothing and toiletries. After asking for directions to the nearest mall at the rental counter and making two wrong turns, David found the mall and began gathering the necessities for what he hoped was a short stay in Ohio. * * * The ride to the Ritz Carlton in Buckhead was uneventful. Nevertheless, Susan felt like a princess riding to a ball in the limousine. The driver could not help stealing looks at the incredibly sexy, voluptuous woman traveling alone in his car. Susan arrived, as she had planned, fashionably late to the company party. As she walked unescorted across the ballroom to the open bar in the center of the dance floor, she noticed she turned the heads of many of the men she passed. Susan smiled to herself and ordered a glass of white wine at the bar. Unbeknownst to Susan, one of the men who had taken notice of her entrance was Robert Gannon. Robert had done a double take and spent several minutes trying to place where he had met the beautiful, young woman who had just entered the room. Then it came to him. He was pleased he not only remembered this woman was his rival's wife, but her name was Susan. Robert wondered to himself why he had not placed her name sooner and amused himself with thoughts of how he had flirted with David's wife the few times they met several years ago. Robert always had considered Susan extremely desirable and counted her as just one more reason he hated David. Suddenly and much to the confusion of the man with whom he had been talking, Robert laughed as he realized the reason Susan was at the party alone. He had sent David to Youngstown. "This evening," thought Robert, "is getting sweeter and sweeter." Robert excused himself from his colleague and walked to the bar where Susan sat with her glass of white wine. Susan saw him coming from across the room. As he approached, Susan took her turn wondering how she knew the handsome gentleman who appeared to be heading straight for her. She judged he was about 6'1" tall and weighed a well--proportioned 190 to 200 pounds. Even through his tuxedo, Susan could tell he was no stranger to the gym. While she sat watching this attractive man approach, Susan realized, almost too late to recover, he indeed was walking to her. Robert stopped barely a foot in front of Susan. Unaccustomed to a stranger invading her personal space, Susan momentarily was uncomfortable. "Susan, you look absolutely stunning!" Robert beamed as Susan's emotions changed quickly from discomfort to delight and wonderment that the handsome stranger knew her name. Who was he? Susan smiled broadly but, not knowing how to return the greeting, hesitated. "You don't remember me, do you?" Robert continued smoothly, as he slipped between her and the man to her right at the bar. His leg was now touching hers as she sat on the bar stool. "Well, no . . . I mean . . . I remember your face, but I can't place your name or where we have met." Susan replied and again flashed a welcoming smile. "I'm Robert Gannon. We met several years ago. I work with your husband." Robert continued. "I am sorry that David's obligations prevented him from attending tonight, but I am glad you came and I promise I will do everything in my power to help you forget his absence." Fatal Betrayal Robert. Robert Gannon. So this is the man who sent David to Ohio. This is David's intra--company rival. Susan was trying to decide whether she despised or merely disliked the man standing next to her. "Why, thank you, Robert," Susan replied diplomatically, her broad smile still working its magic. "It's nice to meet a friend so early in the evening." Susan finished her glass of wine and Robert immediately ordered her another. Taking her hand, Robert asked Susan to stand and continued to hold her hand as he pirouetted her before him. "I do not believe I have ever seen a more alluring dress." Robert complimented her. "The mark of an extraordinary cocktail dress is how well it accents the mysteries of the woman who wears it." "David's rival certainly has a silver tongue," thought Susan. She certainly was aware of who was complementing her. She remembered every anecdote, story, and curse David assigned to Robert over the past seven years of their marriage. Strangely, rather than feeling anger toward her husband's enemy for preventing her husband from bringing her to the company party, she reserved her anger toward David and his inability to avoid the trip his rival had assigned to him. "I don't suppose you would honor me with a dance, Susan?" Robert asked. Susan accepted, downed the wine in her glass, and took the hand of her husband's enemy as he led her to the dance floor. "This is almost wicked," thought Susan. The new couple danced several songs. When the beat of the music slowed and the lights dimmed, Robert took Susan in his arms and pressed his body to hers. Susan realized she was enjoying Robert's exercise of control over her. As the music entered its last refrain, Susan looked up into Robert's eyes and he bent to kiss her. Without thinking, Susan tilted her head, parted her lips and accepted his kiss. His first kiss was short but was followed immediately by a longer more passionate kiss. Susan was certain she was beginning to desire this man her husband hated. "I shouldn't be doing this," Susan thought. "This is wicked." Robert led Susan from the dance floor back to the bar. After ordering Susan another white wine, Robert again stood close to her. While Susan slowly sipped her wine, Robert reached behind her waist to hold her. Susan voiced no objection. Even a casual observer would believe she enjoyed Robert's proximity. They chatted as if they had been friends, or more, for a long time. The band commenced another slow, love song. Robert did not ask. He simply took Susan's hand and led her willingly to the dance floor. During the dance, Susan began to feel a desire for Robert. They kissed several times. With each kiss, Susan's lust increased. In her mind, she began entertaining thoughts of what it would be like to be intimate with her husband's rival. She began to imagine his hands touching her breasts and her most private parts. Parts only her husband had touched before. She tried to envision Robert in her arms . . . and between her parted legs. She wondered, with an inward giggle at the irony, whether her husband or her husband's rival had the bigger penis. Her panties were wet. Her fantasy was interrupted long enough for her to think this was not the best time to entertain thoughts of a sexual tryst because she was in the middle of her cycle and likely to be ovulating. But Susan could not stop the film playing in her mind of her making love with this man. As the music ended, the couple engaged in yet another kiss. This time it was Susan who took Robert's hand. "My car is waiting just outside," Susan said as she led Robert toward the door. * * * Although it had taken longer than he anticipated, David finally finished shopping. He had obtained suitable clothing at the mall to which he had been directed at the car rental counter, but he had to find a Walmart or drug store to get certain toiletries he had not been able to locate at the mall. It was almost 11:00 p.m. local time. David stuffed his purchases behind the front seat of his compact car and turned on the overhead light to look at the map he obtained from the car rental agency. David needed to locate his hotel on Green Street. The map had two Green Streets on it. It was broken in the middle and separated by what appeared to be a mile of unrelated road. To add to his confusion, it appeared the intervening road was a one--way road, but David could not be certain. As he sat there studying the map with the overhead light on, suddenly the passenger side door opened and closed. David looked up and saw a young, black male sitting in the passenger seat and turned toward him with a knife held menacingly in his right hand. David was confused. He realized he forgot to lock the doors after he entered the car. Fear gripped him and his blood ran cold. "Drive asshole," the hijacker demanded. * * * As she backed through the front door she had just opened with her key, Susan pulled on the bow tie worn by her husband's career--long enemy. She laughed as he moved toward her in response to the friendly tug and kissed her. The door closed and Robert reached back to turn the lock without breaking the kiss. The hungry couple kissed again. Robert's hands began to roam. He moved one of his hands from the small of her back to her breast and cupped it. Robert was ecstatic. He was about to bed the lovely and extremely desirable wife of his rival. "Revenge, sweet revenge," he thought, "revenge for every time he stepped on my toes on the way to the top." Robert's thoughts were broken by Susan's voice. "Not here," she said. "I want you in my bed." "Better still," Robert thought, "I am going to fuck David's wife in his own bed! Perfect!" Susan led her husband's rival to their bedroom. She reached up and started unbuttoning Robert's shirt. When it was unbuttoned to his waist, she reached inside and rubbed her hands across the breadth of his chest. Susan stepped back and reached behind her neck to unclasp her dress. The top fell to her waist, exposing the beauty of her perfect tits. "A full C--cup," Robert thought with delight. He reached to massage first her tits and then her nipples, which he gently, with only slight pressure, turned and pinched between his thumb and index finger on both hands. A low moan escaped Susan's lips as he bent his mouth to suckle her left tit. Susan held his head to her bosom with one hand and released her dress at the waist with the other. Susan stepped out of her dress, which had gathered at her ankles on the floor, and began unbuckling Robert's belt. His pants joined her dress on the floor. She held her breath as she pulled down his boxer shorts and revealed his cock. Robert's dick was hardening. She reached out to cup his rather large balls and pulled her hand back across the length of only the second cock she had ever seen or touched. It occurred to her with some satisfaction that her husband's rival indeed had a larger dick. She knelt on her knees and examined Robert's cock carefully. She guessed it was about eight inches long and almost as thick as a beer bottle. She wondered if she would be able to take all of him. Robert stepped out of his pants, and Susan held his dick and balls in both hands before pulling him to her mouth. As she licked the head and shaft of Robert's cock, she tasted his sweet pre--cum. Susan began fitting Robert's cock in her mouth as Robert held the sides of her head. Robert let his head fall back and closed his eyes as he thought he could never find a better way to get the best of his company rival. * * * "Where are we going?" David asked in a frightened voice. "I tol' you, shut up man, and drive!" his young assailant commanded. "Turn here! Right here, motherfuckah!" David turned into what appeared to be a blind alley where he was forced to bring his car to a halt. Suddenly the knife appeared close to his throat and the hijacker demanded he get out of the car. David thought it better to comply with his request. Maybe he would just take the car and leave. David got out of the car. The hijacker rushed around the small car and once again let him see the knife. "Okay, the keys are in the car. Take it man." David tried to sound brave. "Hey man, we don't just want your car," the knife said. "We?" David thought, just as he saw movement in the shadows of the alley. * * * Susan backed up against her marital bed pulling Robert along by his cock. When she reached the edge, she reclined back on the bed. Robert knelt before Susan and grabbed her soaked, lace panties on either side. Susan raised her hips to assist Robert in removing her panties. When her panties were cast into the darkness of the room, Susan pushed herself further upon the bed and parted her legs to expose her pussy to her husband's rival. Her natural lubrication was apparent on the cleanly shaved lips of her cunt. Robert admired the beauty of her pussy. Its meaty inner lips protruded well beyond her outer lips. In her supine position, her lips were parted ever so slightly. Robert could not resist placing his lips to hers and probing the inner recesses of Susan's pussy with his talented tongue. Susan began moaning. "Yes baby. That's it baby. Suck my pussy. Lick me until I cum. Oh, that's it . . . that's it, . . . a little more . . . oh god, I'm cumming, I cumming, I'm . . . cuuuummmminnnng!" Susan orgasmed almost immediately. The sexual tension that had been building all evening was released in a flood at the end of the tongue of her husband's rival. Susan sat up long enough to grab Robert's long cock just as he began to stand. Then she laid back, pulling his cock closer to the mouth of her cunt. "There are condoms in the side table." Susan said dreamily. "I'm not using any condoms," Robert replied matter--of--factly. Susan panicked momentarily, thinking she could not let him fuck her without protection. But Susan's lust prevailed. "If you won't use the condoms, you'll have to pull out before you cum because I might be ovulating tonight." Susan countered. "Oh, okay. No problem," Robert agreed. Susan continued to pull Robert's dick until its bulbous head was just outside the entrance to her cunt. Susan rubbed the tip of Robert's cock on her already wet slit. As he prepared to enter her, Susan arched her hips and spread her legs wider in anticipation of the biggest cock she had ever had. "Please. Be gentle," Susan murmured with her eyes closed. Robert pushed forward and the plum--sized head of his cock met the resistance of Susan's tight cunt. Robert continued to push and with an audible "pop," the head of his dick disappeared in Susan's cunt. "Oohh," Susan exclaimed as she felt the head of Robert's cock enter her. A deep breath and she was ready for more. "Yes, Robert. Push. Give it to me. I want to feel all of your cock in me." Susan coaxed. "Every last inch!" * * * "Give me yo wallet," demanded one of the other three men who appeared from the shadows. As they approached, they spread out to encircle him. "S--S--Sure," David stammered and reached in his pocket. The man closest to David stepped forward and snatched the wallet. "Hey, man, here's four hun'erd and twenty dollahs he'ah!" He took the cash and tossed the wallet aside. The four men gathered around him moved closer. More knives appeared. "Hey guys, you got what you want. Take the car and leave." David realized his assailants wanted something more. What?!? David began to panic. Suddenly, in the dim light of the alley, David saw a flash of light and a sharp pain across the left side of his face. Something warm was on his face. Another of the men stepped forward. David felt a hard blow to his stomach and heard laughter. His gut felt like it had a knot in it. He could not catch his breath. * * * "That's it, baby. Push it all the way in." Susan encouraged herself as much as Robert. Robert started pumping Susan with short strokes, gradually increasing the length of his cock in her cunt. Robert finally succeeded in getting the entire length of his cock in Susan. He paused. Susan marveled at how incredibly full she felt. David certainly did not fill her like Robert. A wave of sexual euphoria swept over her as she wallowed in her lust. As Robert began to pump his organ into her, Susan lost all dignity and began to encourage Robert to new heights. "Oh god, Robert. I've never been this stuffed. I'm so full! I feel like I've got a baseball bat in me. Where have you been all my life? Fuck me, fuck me good." Robert enjoyed Susan's foul mouth and her complements. Somehow it increased the satisfaction he felt in "screwing his rival" by screwing his rival's wife. Robert chuckled inwardly at his own pun. He began to slowly thrust himself in and out of her. Robert wanted to hear more of Susan's dirty talk. "You like my dick, baby? You like what I am doing with it?" "Oh yes, I love it. I want you to fuck me with it over and over. I want you to fill me with it every day -- every day." "What will your husband think about that?" "I don't care. I don't care. I gotta have your dick. I'm hooked. Its sooooo biiiiggg." Susan's breath was growing more labored as her pleasure increased. "I can't do without your dick. You can have me any time you want me," Susan said. "Yeah? Any time I want? You're gonna fuck your husband's rival any time I want?" Robert was taking a chance. He was confident Susan knew that he and her husband were rivals, but he was not certain. The thought that Susan might be giving herself willingly to her husband's enemy only increased his pleasure. "Yeah, oh yeah. Fuck yeah. Any time you want!" Susan was gasping for breath. "Well, you're a little slut, aren't you? How many other men are you fucking behind your husband's back?" "None . . . none . . . just you. I'm just fucking you." "Are you, slut? Are you my little slut?" By now Robert was pulling all the way out and slamming himself all the way back in to his balls. His thrusts were becoming more urgent. "Yes, yes, yes, I'm your little slut. Only yours." Susan gasped. Robert could feel his orgasm starting to build. "Oh yeah, . . . oh yeah, I'm getting ready to cum. I'm gonna fill you up!" Susan felt Robert's cock grow a little larger and instinctively knew he was telling the truth. The momentary panic she felt at the thought of Robert cumming in her passed quickly. Still Susan felt obligated to protest, if only half--heartedly. "No! No! You gotta pull out! Susan said weakly. "Please . . .." "No -- I'm cumming, I'm cumming right now!" David insisted as he began to cum. "Ohhhh shit!" Susan felt Robert's hot sperm blast the back of her womb. Her own orgasm erupted just behind Robert's. She relinquished all pretenses. "Oh yeah, . . . oh god yeah, . . . fill me with your cum. Fill me! I love feeling it in me!" Susan encouraged Robert. "Yes, I'm cumming. Oh, I'm cumming. Aaaaaggghhhh!" "Oh, now you want my seed?" Robert teased as he kept thrusting. Breathless, Susan answered, "Yes, darling, I want it. I want it all. Give me your seed, give me every last drop . . . oohhh god, yes, oooohh--aaaaghhh!" Susan could feel the spasms in her cunt. She was impaled up to his balls. Her cunt was holding onto him tightly, and he was coating the back of her cunt with his sperm. All the while, she was experiencing a mind and gut wrenching orgasm. As their mutual orgasms subsided, Robert collapsed on Susan and then positioned himself on her right side, crushing her breast between them. "Jeez, you really are a slut, but I'm glad you're my slut," Robert said to Susan as his dick slipped out of her well--used cunt. Already Susan could feel a pleasant soreness developing in her cunt. She knew she would be sore in the morning. What she could not know is her pussy was gaping and Robert's copious deposit was beginning to run out of her, down the crack of her buttocks, and beginning to accumulate on the bed sheets. Susan smiled at her new lover as she snuggled up against him. "Who knew fucking your husband's rival could be so damn good?" she whispered. * * * David felt searing pain as the hoodlums plunged their knives into his abdomen over and over. They laughed as they stabbed him. They laughed as the punk holding him up released him and he fell to the ground. He lay on the littered payment vainly trying to keep his blood from escaping from the holes in his body. Their laughter grew fainter and he heard the roar of the engine as his assailants took his car and left him to die. * * * After a respectable recovery period filled with giggles and small talk, Susan leaned over to suck Robert's dick into her mouth. She could taste the cocktail of their juices on his dick. As she continued to suck, his dick began to recover and grow, increasing its heft each time she moved her mouth up and down its prodigious length. When it had regained its full stature, Susan rolled over on top of Robert. As she lifted herself to straddle his dick, some of his sperm dripped from her cunt onto his cock. Having positioned the head of his massive member just outside the entrance to her cunt, she plunged down and immediately impaled herself on her new lover's dick. She started slow and then began riding him with a steady rhythm. Repeatedly, she impaled herself. She leaned over. As she rocked, her nipples scraped back and forth on Robert's chest. Susan lust grew, fueled by the forbidden nature of her acts. "That's it baby, fuck me with your big dick!" Susan began. "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me. Yes, fuck me." Spurred by her lust, Susan titillated herself with taboo she had broken. "Do you like fucking David's wife?" she whispered. Robert reached up from his position beneath Susan and grasped both breasts and squeezed gently. As Susan moved up and down on his dick, he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and pointing fingers, occasionally increasing the pressure to give them a firm tweak. "Ohhhhh . . . yeah! Oh, you know I do. You know I want to fuck you. I want to cuckold that son--of--a--bitch!" Robert replied. Susan giggled. "You want to cuckold him? You want to fuck me? I've already told you can have me any time you want . . . oh, god, . . . any where you want. You can have me in his bed, in his car, on his desk, ooohhhhh yeahhh!" Susan's climax already had started to build. "Oh yeah, I want to humiliate your husband. I want him to know you've given yourself to me over and over." Robert said breathlessly. "You want to humiliate him?" Susan teased, out of breath herself. "Oh yeah, yeah I do!" Robert replied. "Well, you probably already impregnated me. Do you think that will humiliate him?" Susan giggled as she asked. The thought energized Robert. He grabbed Susan by the waist and turning suddenly, threw her on the bed below him. He began pounding her with savage thrusts. Susan wrapped her long legs behind Robert's back and pulled her hips up to meet every thrust. Her cunt had stretched to easily accommodate his monstrous cock. Every thrust went deep inside her. "Yes, yes, yes. Give me your cum! Fill me up!" Susan yelled. "I want your husband to know that his sweet little wife spread her legs like a slut for me . . . that she came back to me over . . . and over . . . for what he was not giving her. And that she begged for my sperm, my seed." "Oh, yesssss! Aaaaagh -- Unhh! -- Unhh! -- Unhh!" Susan grunted with each powerful thrust. She felt his balls slapping her ass. "Yes, yes, I'll spread . . . spread my legs for you whenever, wherever you want. Just stick that big dick in me!" "I'll stick it in you -- and I'll make sure he knows I filled your cunt with my seed. Do you want my baby, slut?" Oh yes, oh yes, yes! Unhh . . . unhhhh! Aaaaaagh!" "Then tell me what you want." Robert commanded. "I want your cock. Take me! Give me your dick over and over. Give me your seed! Fill me! Fill me up! Over and over and over. Make me yours!" Susan continued screaming. She surrendered completely to Robert. Fatal Betrayal Once again, Robert started cumming in a massive orgasm. He buried his dick in Susan as far as it would go. His balls contracted over and over as they erupted the second time into Susan's welcoming cunt. "Yes, yes, fill me. Fill your slut!" Susan said. She felt wave and wave of muscle contractions pulse through her abdomen as her own orgasm began. Robert continued to push his dick against the back wall of Susan's cunt and empty the fruit of his loins into her. After he satisfied himself, Robert pulled half the length of his dick out of Susan and pushed back into her several times. He felt their combined juices gather at the base of his cock as it was forced from her pussy. When his orgasm subsided, Robert held Susan and kissed her tenderly around and on her eyes, cheeks and mouth. Susan melted into Robert's arms and the couple held each other like they had been lovers for a long time. All too soon for Susan, Robert began to stir. As Robert sat up, she asked, "When are you coming back?" Fully satisfied, Robert said, "As soon as possible, but I gotta go now." Robert was not sure whether he was lying or not. Susan and Robert kissed. Robert dressed and let himself out after calling a taxi. "He left so quickly." Susan thought. She did not move while Robert left. She seemed barely conscious. Susan's eyes closed. Susan just lay there in the dark in a wet pool of sweat and sperm. She realized she was wet and cold as she drifted off to sleep. * * * Alone in the alley, lying in the dark, David could feel himself growing colder and colder. He was vaguely aware he was wet; he was lying in something wet. He was cold, and he wanted to close his eyes and sleep. David's eyes closed. He was completely unaware his life was quickly draining out of his body as he lay in a pool of his own blood. * * * The telephone rang, startling Susan from her sleep. * * * Prologue Susan sat in the oversized chair in her bedroom in the dark, thinking about the turn her life had taken. Her husband had been senselessly murdered. Robert never returned to her -- perhaps out of shame . . . or perhaps she simply held no more allure for him now her husband was dead. Susan stood. Standing in front of the window, she cupped her left hand under her growing belly and stared vacantly outside. Then she hung her head and wept.