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Fools

By: jack_straw



As I lay in bed that night, at a hotel a long way from home, it all came back to me like a bad movie I couldn't turn off. 

Over the previous 15 years, I had never forgotten what had happened, but I had managed to suppress it and not dwell on it. 

But earlier that night, it had been forcefully thrust back into the forefront of my conscious thoughts... 

^ ^ ^ ^ 

I was shaking all over, except for my hands. They were rock steady as I held the pistol inches from her head while she slept in our bed. 

She was naked, with the sheet covering only her lower legs, and I could still see in the soft glow of the bedside lamp the gelid semen as it pooled between her legs. Her butt was shining from where the man's juices had seeped from her thoroughly well-fucked pussy, a pussy that until earlier that night I thought had been exclusively mine. 

It's the oldest cliché in the books, but it happened to be true in my case. Husband comes home early from a business trip, finds his wife with another man, etc., etc. 

I had been gone the whole week and I wasn't due to return until Friday. But we'd busted our butts and gotten finished late that Thursday afternoon, and I was so eager to return to Jeanette's waiting arms that I changed my plans and drove on home that night. 

The first inkling I had of trouble was when I called the house and Jeanette sounded out of breath. There was a sultry slur to her voice like she was a little drunk and had been on the receiving end of pleasure. 

That by itself wouldn't have aroused my suspicions so much, except that I could hear the sounds of a baseball game going on in the background. Now, Jeanette didn't much like sports anyway, and she loathed baseball, calling it boring. 

So what was a baseball game doing playing on the TV, if I wasn't there, and quite loudly at that? 

For some reason I'll never be able to fathom, I made a snap decision not to tell her I was on my way home. I just made it sound like I was making my normal nightly I-love-you call, the way I did every night I was on the road. Whether that would have changed anything, I'll never know. 

When I turned onto the street where our house was located, I knew my worst fears had been realized. A strange car, one I'd never seen before, was parked in the driveway and all the lights in the front of the house were dark. 

I knew in my gut what was happening, but I had to see for myself, so I parked on the street then carefully -- and quietly -- walked to the side door by the breezeway. It wasn't locked, so I silently let myself in, took off my loafers and padded through the utility room entrance to the kitchen. 

As soon as I opened the door I could hear Jeanette and I knew she was engaged in some sexual activity. She was moaning in a way that was peculiarly her own, not especially loud, but very throaty, very distinctive. 

But I still had to see, so I crept down the hall, past the closed door to the bedroom where our 4-year-old daughter Jamie was asleep (I guessed). I tip-toed to the door to our bedroom, and now I knew Jeanette wasn't alone. I quietly opened the door and was confronted by my worst nightmare. 

My beautiful wife of six years was on her hands and knees getting royally plowed by a large man who appeared to possess a cock that was considerably longer, though maybe not much fatter, than the one I had on me. 

What's more, he was running on at the mouth in some truly demeaning terms as he fucked my wife.

"Who owns you, slut?" he taunted. "Whose pussy is this? Who's got the best cock?"

"Oh God! You do," Jeanette moaned. "It's all yours, all for you, baby, just please keep fucking me. Fuckmefuckmefuckme!"

Then my "loving wife" buried her face in the pillow as she squalled out an orgasm more explosive than anything I'd ever seen her achieve with me. But her lover wasn't letting her off the hook. He pulled her up by the hair and kept on taunting her about what a slut she was, and how she was his whore, how she had proven it the day before.

"Yeah, you liked having all those cocks at your disposal," he taunted. "You liked getting gangbanged. Didn't you, whore."

"Unnnnnhhhh! Y-y-y-yeah!" Jeanette cried. "I loved it! I'm your hot s-s-s-slut!"

I was literally sick to my stomach, because I had had no clue, none whatsoever, that Jeanette was anything less than totally devoted and completely faithful to me. 

Sure, I had been traveling a lot in the previous year, but when I was home, she was never anything less than as affectionate as she'd always been and our sex life was active, even with a 4-year-old in the house. Hell, we were even talking about having another baby. 

A blind haze descended over me, but somehow I managed to keep my wits about me just enough to not force an immediate confrontation. I somehow sensed that would go badly for me. 

I'm not exactly a wimp, but this guy was probably five inches taller than me and outweighed me by a good 40 pounds and it looked like he was all muscle. 

No, I needed an equalizer if I was to avenge myself, and at that moment that was the only thing that was on my mind. And I knew just where I could find what I needed. 

I silently closed the bedroom door -- they never even knew I was there -- slipped out of the house, climbed back in my car and drove away. 

My father was a cop at the time, and he was a gun buff, so he kept an array of pistols, rifles and shotguns. He'd taught all three of his kids -- I have an older sister and a younger brother -- how to shoot when we were in our teens. 

Moreover, I knew where he kept the key to his gun safe and by a fortuitous twist of fortune, Mom and Dad were vacationing in the Rockies in their RV, which was his pride and joy. 

I always kept a key to their house, so I could feed the dog whenever I was home and they were traveling, so my arrival at the house, even at that late hour, wasn't unduly suspicious. 

But, to be honest, I didn't care at that moment whether anyone knew what I was doing or not. It didn't matter to me, because I wasn't going to be around for it to matter. I was going to get one of Dad's pistols, shoot Jeanette and her lover (if he was still there), then I was going to kill myself. 

Jeanette's adultery, coming as it had so suddenly out of nowhere, had taken every bit of my will to live. 

I remember that I was in a daze as I drove into my parents' driveway, let myself in, deactivated the alarm system and went to Dad's study. I looked in his desk drawer and found the key I needed, then went to the gun cabinet. 

I found a pistol that suited me, a 9mm automatic. I opened the clip, found it loaded, closed it back up and stuffed the pistol in the waistband of my pants. I was ready. 

I closed the cabinet and left my parents' house without even remembering to reactivate the alarm and drove back to my house. 

At no time during all of this did I think about anything other than what I planned to do when I got there. I'm a pretty single-minded person, and when I get myself set on a course of action, I can be relentless in achieving my objective. 

I was vaguely disappointed when I saw that Jeanette's lover's car was gone, indicating that he wasn't planning on staying the night. But I simply shrugged that off; the focus of my wrath was my wife. 

Once again, I slipped silently into my house and now I stood poised to blow away the cheating bitch I thought I'd loved, then end my own misery. 

Suddenly, I heard a sound from behind me, a soft gasp. 

"Daddy?" Jamie said softly. "Daddy? Why do you want to shoot Mommy?" 

For some reason, that penetrated the fog that my mind was under and I realized what I was about to do to my beautiful little girl. I'll never know what caused her to wake up, what caused her to get out of bed and investigate at that precise moment. Divine intervention? That's the only answer than makes sense to me.

Suddenly, it seemed like everything happened all at once. Jeanette awoke with a start, then screamed when she saw me standing there with a gun in my hand. Seconds later, I let out an inarticulate howl and threw the pistol across the room to smash the picture of our wedding that sat on the dresser, which scared Jamie and she started bawling. 

With tears stinging my eyes and Jeanette's shouts for me to, "stop, please, let me explain," ringing my ears, I scooped my daughter up, held her to me as I dashed for the door. She was clinging onto me for dear life, sensing, I guess, that her world was about to be turned upside down. 

"Wh-wh-where are we g-g-g-going, Daddy?" Jamie asked between her sobs. 

"We're going to Paw-Paw and Nana's for the night," I said through my own sobs. "Mommy did something very bad and we can't stay there. We'll come back tomorrow and pick up your things. But we have to get away before something really bad happens." 

And with that I dissolved into sobs like I hadn't sobbed in years... 

^ ^ ^ ^ 

I had returned to my hometown for a convention in my chosen field, one in which I had become quite successful. I was ambivalent about going home. So much had changed over the 15 years since that awful night, when I came close to committing a murder-suicide. 

The city had grown remarkably, but in its wake it had left me and mine behind. Both Mom and Dad were gone. Dad had contracted lung cancer and had died eight years ago, and Mom had basically died of a broken heart just six months later. 

My sister had never made the place her home, and my brother had moved on after getting a lucrative job offer halfway across the country. So, after Mom died, I had no reason to go back, and I hadn't. Too many bad memories.

Following the next to last day of the four-day affair, I was tired of being cooped up in a hotel room and decided to venture down to the hotel bar for a couple of beers. I have to be very careful about my drinking, because there was a time when it nearly killed me. But I can handle a couple of brews and I felt like I needed them to unwind.

As I usually did, I found a corner booth and sat where I could see everything in the bar. That had been a habit I got into a long time ago, part of the lack-of-trust issues that arose out of my breakup with Jeanette.

I was nursing my second beer when she walked in. I cursed silently that she would show up the one night I'm at the one bar I'm going to patronize the one time I return to my hometown.

I knew immediately it was her. You don't live with someone -- especially someone as beautiful as Jeanette -- and not be able to recognize her, even after 15 years. Actually, I had seen her once or twice in the intervening time, but I hadn't laid eyes on her since my mother's funeral, and we hadn't spoken then. 

In a lot of ways, she hadn't changed a bit. She had the same cat-like walk, accentuating her height, which was right at 5-10. She had the same red hair worn the same way, a little past her shoulders, and the same fiery green eyes.

But there were some things that had changed about her. The one thing I noticed that was different -- well, at least, the first thing I noticed right away -- was that she had clearly augmented her breasts. They were fuller and fatter than I remembered them, and they were bouncing around in her gold lame blouse free and easy.

She seemed to be looking for someone, and that gave me a chance to look at her a little closer, and what I saw I didn't like. She was quite heavily made up and the relatively short skirt and stockings gave her a slutty look that did not flatter her. There also seemed to be a bit of hardness about her, like she'd seen some hard knocks.

After a minute, during which time she walked over to the bar and got a drink -- for which she didn't pay -- she apparently saw who she was meeting, and I was even less impressed.

I recognized the guy as being there for the convention, and remembered him as something of a blowhard, a braggart who appeared to fancy himself a ladies man. But he just seemed a little too soft to be a real player, and unless I guessed wrong, he was about to have to pay for the privilege of spending time with my ex-wife.

I don't know why I got up and intervened. Maybe it was a latent feeling of caring for Jeanette, maybe I was just curious about her and maybe I just wanted to rattle the asshole's cage a little.

I casually walked over to the booth that Jeanette had just occupied, leaned over and whispered in the guy's ear.

"Time for you to leave, buddy," I said. "Go on, hit the road."

He looked up at me with anger in his eyes, at least until he saw the look in mine.

"You can't tell me what to do," the man said in a slightly squeaky voice. "We have a date. Don't we, Jeanie."

Jeanette just shrugged her shoulders and watched impassively. I reached down with my free hand, grabbed his nuts and whispered in his ear again, this time with naked malice in my voice.

"If you don't piss off in the next 10 seconds, I'll rip off your puny little cock and shove it down your throat," I whispered, and I squeezed hard, a move that made him gasp and his eyes bulge out, until I released his nuts and stood aside to let him out of the booth.

"You're not worth getting hurt over," he said to Jeanette as he scampered away.

With the seat conveniently free, I sat down opposite Jeanette. We just stared at each other, wondering who was going to break the ice. Naturally, she did.

"You always did have a flair for dramatic entries," she said. "Maybe if you'd been that forceful 15 years ago, we'd still be together."

"Nah, I got this way because of what you did to me," I said, then I nodded toward her empty glass. "The usual?"

"Of course. I haven't changed that much," she said, so I called the waitress over and ordered Jeanette a gin and tonic and me another Bud Light. I was hovering dangerously close to my self-imposed limit, but I really didn't care at that point.

"You're looking good, Jason, real good," Jeanette said with some warmth.

"Thanks," I said. "After we moved, I joined a gym and got serious about getting in shape. I made up my mind I was never going to come up second-best again."

"Jason, you were never second-best," she said with a pained expression. "You're the only man I've ever loved, or ever will love. You'll never be second-best in my heart."

"Ah, but in your pussy?" I said bitterly, then decided not to go down that road. "I'm sorry, Jeanette, that was uncalled for."

"No, it's all right, I deserved that," she said. "I loved you -- still do -- but I have demons in my soul that needed feeding. As long as you were always around to take care of me, I could fight them off, but when you started traveling..."

An awkward silence enveloped us as we both let unwanted memories wash through our consciousness. Finally, I asked the one question I'd been pondering ever since she'd walked in the door.

"You working tonight?" I said.

Jeanette kind of chuckled, confirming my suspicions about her line of work.

"Yeah, Jeanie's on the job," she said bitterly. "You know what they say: once a whore, always a whore. And I think it was you who told me that fucking was something I did better than anything else. So I might as well make a living at the one thing I'm really good at."

"So, it's Jeanie now?" I said.

"Yeah, Jeanette died when you left me," she said, and I could see her composure was about to break. "Jeanette was a wife and mother; Jeanie's a-a-a whore."

With that she dashed off to the ladies room with her hand over her mouth in a vain attempt to stifle her tears. She'd left her purse sitting on the chair, so I knew she'd be back.

Against my better judgment, I had a fourth beer, and I could feel the buzz starting to take hold. I hadn't had four beers in one sitting in years, and it was starting to hit me. Fuck it, I thought. This was one night I welcomed the refuge alcohol was providing. 

Jeanette returned about 10 minutes later, with her makeup in some bit of repair, but her eyes were still swollen like she'd been crying hard in the ladies. But she had a brave smile on her face, like she was ready to face up to me.

"How... How's Jamie?" she asked tentatively.

"She's fine," I said, as I pulled out my wallet and showed a picture of our daughter. "She's a sophomore at college now, almost a straight-A student. She's majoring in psychology."

"She'll be an achiever like her father," Jeanette said. "And your wife? What was her name? Karen?"

"Kathy," I said. "We're fine. You know she gave Jamie a pair of little brothers, didn't you?"

"Yes, I knew," she said. "Your mother told me not long before she passed away. I miss her more than I miss my own parents. You know she was the only one who didn't shut me out of their lives. I know I brought it all on myself, but it was still hard to see friends and family turn their backs on me. Only your mother, God rest her soul."

Another pregnant silence followed, and I knew I needed to finish this beer and go back to my room. I'd had enough tripping down memory lane to last me for another lifetime. But Jeanette still had one thing left to say.

"Jason, do you still hate me?" she said, and again the tears were flowing down her cheeks.

I just stared at her for 10, maybe 15 seconds, then shook my head.

"I never hated you, Jeanette," I said softly. "I hated what you did, to me and to Jamie. But I could never hate you. It wasn't in me. Time has a way of healing all wounds, and I've gotten on with my life. I had a daughter to raise and I didn't have time to wallow in a lot of self-pity, although I did my share of serious drinking for awhile. If it's any consolation, I do forgive you. It wasn't entirely your fault. I was too ambitious, too driven in my work, and I didn't see what it was doing to you, to us. It blinded me to those demons you talked about."

"Thank you," she whispered. "I'm glad you're happy now. You didn't deserve what I laid on you, and it will haunt me to the day I die."

"Look, I've got to go," I said. "I've got another full day tomorrow, then I'm flying home tomorrow night. Four days here are too many for me. I've already paid homage to my past and now it's time to go home."

I fished one of my business cards out of my wallet, wrote my home number on the back and told Jeanette to call me if she ever needed anything. Then we stood up, looked at each other, then I reached for her and we hugged.

"Goodbye, Jason," she said. "I'm glad I got to see you. I meant what I said. I'll always love you."

"Take care of yourself, Jeanette," I said, then turned and walked away without a second look back. I knew if I looked back, or if I stayed any longer, I might never leave her again.

^ ^ ^ ^

We grew up in the same town, but went to different high schools and she was two years behind me in school. I was a sophomore in college and she was a senior in high school working for a dollar store. I was home for the Christmas holiday and I had to pick up wrapping paper.

Working the register was this tall redhead with a body that was all curves. I'd played baseball in high school for a pretty good program, so I wasn't a shy guy at all. I started chatting her up and we started to get friendly. I went back a couple of times, mostly just to see Jeanette, and I ended up asking her for a date.

I can't say for sure if we fell in love at first site, but by the end of that first date we knew we had some strong feelings for each other. We didn't fuck that night, but we made out like bandits and I learned right quick that she knew her way around a cock.

She also knew her way around booze and weed. I was a pretty dedicated beer drinker at the time, but I was never real keen on drugs, although I'd been around enough to know what to do when someone passed me a joint. 

But I took Jeanette to a New Year's Eve party and there were joints making the rounds on a pretty regular basis.


Fool's Envy



Author's Note: I have several people to thank this time around. Wetapap for his tough criticism and encouragement. JacuzziGal for her wonderful suggestions to help me try to nail a woman's perspective. As always, thanks to AngelLove for tying it all together and editing.  

"Yes Steve, just a little more baby!" 

I curled my toes as I felt his tongue slide across my clit. He would move around it slowly, making me want to grab him by the head and force his face into my pussy. Suddenly, he changed tactics, moving it lightly and quickly across my sensitive bud. The sensation was so overwhelming I felt like I was losing my mind. 

"There, keep doing that, please!" I begged. I could feel my legs beginning to shake as he brought me to yet another orgasm. "Yes!" 

I could hear my high-pitched whine. I hated it when my voice sounded like that, but luckily my husband was the only one who had ever been able to make that happen. He would just have to live with it.

"Ok, stop," I pleaded as my body became too sensitive for him to continue. "Will you just get back up here and fuck me?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Well, I don't know," he teased. "Maybe if you ask nicely."

I slid out from under his body and shoved him hard onto the bed. He rolled over, causing his erection to bob up and down comically. I giggled at the sight, then leaned forward giving him a nice, slow lick from the base of his prick to the tip. He slid to the side when my tongue grazed the tip. He was probably as sensitive as I was at this point. We had been going at it for almost an hour and I didn't have much left. 

I kissed the shaft with my lips apart, letting them close slowly and occasionally darting my tongue out, trying to push him the way he had done for me. I put one hand under his erection, then began moving my head back and forth, dragging my wet lips across the surface, bringing soft words of encouragement from him. Finally, I moved my mouth away from him, getting on the bed with my knees straddling his legs. 

I sat down on the underside of his prick, letting the shaft sink between my outer lips, and began sliding my body back and forth. I loved the sensation of him against me, but unable to enter me. From his moans, I guessed he felt the same. My hips moved faster, seeming to have a mind of their own. When Steve couldn't control the movement of his hips anymore, I slowed, wanting him to cum inside me.

"Your choice, stud . . . top or bottom?" I asked with mock seriousness.

"This is just fine, sexy," he responded echoing my tone. "Can I please actually get inside you now?"

"Well, if you ask nicely . . . " He cut me off by sliding down and lining up his prick with my pussy and easing himself in before I could react.

"Ahhh," I moaned, feeling it slide between my inner lips. 

As he continued to push deeper, I leaned back, feeling it sliding deeply inside me. I slid my body in the same direction as before, the angle of his cock causing wonderful friction that felt like small explosions. I rocked my hips faster, feeling my body moving impossibly toward another orgasm. 

Almost like he read my mind, Steve put his hands on my hips to stop me. He lifted me up a little and began arching up, plunging his prick deep inside me, moving impossibly fast. In almost no time, I could feel myself on the brink. 

"That's it baby, that's it," I moaned, unable to catch my breath. 

I shuddered as I came intensely, my groans escalating into a scream. Steve pulled me down against him, burying his cock all the way inside me. His hips began bucking as his own orgasm hit, but he held me tightly against his body. As his climax tapered off I could almost feel the energy leaving him until he was completely drained. We stayed locked together for several minutes until I slid off of him to catch my breath.

As we sat back, basking in the sensations we had just given each other, my mind inadvertently raced ahead to tomorrow night. Tuesday evening was going to be girl's night out with my neighbor Jackie. She and Ted, her husband, had bought the house just a few doors down from us about a year ago. It took a while for Jackie and me to get to know each other, but once we did, it was great. We went out every Tuesday and Thursday unless one of us had plans. Sometimes other women joined us, but often it was just the two of us. 

I admired her because she was so different from me. She was strong, self-confident, adventurous and had a sexy side that I could only dream of. My admiration had encouraged her to push me to be more like her. She told me how desirable I was to men and how I should change the way I dress to drive them crazy. She encouraged me to have adventures with her that I could never tell Steve about. I never did anything bad, mostly dancing and flirting. I would never hurt a man as wonderful as my husband, but we did get a little crazy at clubs and parties.

Steve didn't like Jackie or Ted and tried to avoid both of them. He could be so conservative sometimes that he just didn't see how alive they were. He tried to discourage me from spending time with Jackie, but I found ways to get around it without upsetting him. I love him more than anything and didn't want to put a wedge between us, but I also needed some time for me. I tried to compromise by only seeing her a couple days a week, doing it when he would be busy anyway. If he had the night off, I always told her that we'd get together another night.

Lately, Jackie and I had been talking about our love lives. You know how it is with friends, she'd tell me how great Ted was at going down on her, I'd tell her that Steve does it better. She bragged about how big her husband was; I'd tell her how great Steve could fuck. We always tried to outdo each other. Tonight would make a great debate because it was incredible. My husband had outdone himself. I think I came four times. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't wait to tell Jackie. I definitely had the best of everything.

~~~~~

" . . . Big deal, Ted can get me to cum as many times as he wants," Jackie said, intentionally trying to annoy me.

"Yeah, and he's got a fourteen inch penis and can cum six times in a row without going soft. I know, I've heard it all before," I said, teasing her.

"I never said any of that and you know it. Ok, maybe I brag on him a little too much, but I haven't said anything that's not true. He's an incredible fuck. I'm sure Steve is good like you say, but he's not Ted. It's not just that he's really big. He has incredible stamina and knows exactly how to get me off. He's a man in every sense of the word. You wouldn't believe what he can do to me. I guarantee he'll give me four orgasms tonight if I ask him to."

She really began to get under my skin. "I'd put money on it but I couldn't prove you weren't faking."

Jackie smiled, "Well, I could offer to take a lie detector test if you'd like. Other than that, you'd have to take my word for it."

I laughed and told her that I'd never be able to believe her. That's when she made an offer that floored me, "Well, you could try him yourself."

I was stunned, "Jackie! Are you serious? I would never cheat on Steve, how could you even think that?" 

I really felt hurt that she could think I was that shallow. My husband was the best thing that had happened in my life and it was inconceivable that someone would even think I would do something like that.

Jackie looked hurt. "I was just teasing. You're the one who said you wouldn't believe me, even if I told you. I would never suggest you should do anything to hurt Steve. I know how much you love him."

Suddenly I felt really bad. We had been teasing each other and I jumped to the conclusion that she was serious. It was silly; of course she hadn't meant it. "I'm sorry. I guess all the bragging made me a little defensive. Steve really is an amazing lover and even though I like to joke with you, it kind of bothers me that I can't prove it I guess."

"Don't worry about it, that's part of the fun, wondering 'what if'. I'm sure Steve is just as wonderful as you say, but you better believe that Ted is too. He's so wide I can't even get my hand around it. If you've never been with someone built like him, you wouldn't believe what a difference it makes." She paused for a second and seemed to consider something. "You know, you can check it out if you want." 

I turned beet red, "Oh stop it. I can just see that conversation, 'By the way Steve, Jackie's husband showed me his cock and it's really big'. You are trying to get me in the doghouse for life."

"That's not what I meant, silly. Ted's going to be home in a little while. When he gets here, you can hide on the back porch. I'll pull him into the bedroom and you can listen. I know it's not proof, but I promise not to fake anything. It would be our little secret. You just have to get out of here when we finish. I don't want to have that conversation with him either."

I sat back, completely shocked. There's no way I could do something like that, could I? Listening in on someone else making love was so sneaky and dirty. At the same time, it was exciting, especially considering the number of beers I had already put away while we had been talking. I thought about saying no, Steve would be furious if he found out. Then I thought about all of Jackie's descriptions of her husband and his prowess. I hadn't had many lovers before Steve and he was easily the best. Could she be telling the truth about Ted? 

In the end, my curiosity won out. "When is he going to get home?" It was about forty-five minutes later when we heard Ted's car pull in the driveway. Quickly, I slipped out the sliding glass door and hid where he couldn't see me unless he came outside. I had no idea what I'd say if he caught me standing on his porch like some peeping Tom. The potential for embarrassment made me nervous, but all I could do was hope Jackie could do her part. Although I still had a lot of misgivings about what we were doing, it seemed harmless. After all, I wasn't going to do anything. I just wanted to listen.

The door was open about an inch, so I could hear them talking. Jackie told him how horny she was and that she wanted him to fuck her now. I waited for a minute and then peered around the edge of the doorway. They were gone so I snuck in quietly. As I walked through their kitchen, I could feel my heart beating so fast that I started feeling dizzy (or I wondered if it could have been from the excitement?). I tried to walk as quietly as possible, but each step I took sounded like a gunshot in my head. The thought that Ted might realize he had forgotten something and would suddenly walk back into the kitchen, made my skin tingle with fear. 

I turned into the hallway and saw their bedroom door. Every step felt like that dream where you are walking in quicksand. There were a couple of times that I couldn't make my legs move. I tried not to breathe as I got closer, afraid that anything I did would cause them to hear me and I'd be in an incredible amount of trouble. I thought briefly about Ted being angry and calling Steve. It made me panic and I turned to leave when I heard something from beyond the door that caught my attention. Cautiously, I crept the last few steps and listened.

The sounds of their kissing drifted into the hallway. I noticed that Ted had left the door open a couple of inches, but didn't try to peek. Part of me didn't want to violate their privacy, at least any more than Jackie had already agreed to. I laughed to myself as I thought about poor Ted and how he didn't realize he was performing for an audience.

I leaned against the doorframe and listened to my friend moan as she enjoyed whatever her husband was doing to her. My eyes wandered for a moment and I realized with surprise that I could see the large mirror that faced their bed. I couldn't see much, but they were standing with Ted's back to the mirror. I felt like I was in a trance and couldn't stop myself from staring. He was nuzzling her neck and I could see the look of bliss on her face, just over his shoulder. 

Ted was over six feet tall, weighing around two hundred and fifteen pounds. He was a fitness instructor and seeing him without his shirt at a neighborhood barbeque had all the wives in an uproar. No wonder none of the husbands really liked him. How could a guy not be jealous? It would have been the same thing as if a swimsuit model had moved into the neighborhood. None of the wives would be happy with their husbands gawking at the picture of womanly perfection.

I looked closer and could see that he had picked her up and was holding her in the air as he kissed and bit at her neck. Steve was strong, but holding me up like a rag doll while we made out was definitely not something we had ever tried. I watched in shock as I saw my hand reach forward as if it was moving of it's own volition. It carefully pushed the door open another couple of inches allowing me to see everything in the mirror. 

Ted roughly dropped Jackie on the bed and yanked her shorts off. She gave a naughty laugh as she sat up and started undoing his pants. He didn't move as she worked them down his toned legs. He stood in front of her in silk boxers and she reached in through the opening to pull out his prick. She didn't bother removing them, she just grabbed his cock at the base and put her mouth over the head, immediately taking in several inches. Within seconds she was bobbing her head up and down quickly, occasionally letting him slip out of her mouth with a loud 'pop'.

He was standing at the edge of the bed and Jackie was sitting on it, leaning into him. They had moved a little and now I could see both of them clearly. I had never seen a woman give head before and found it fascinating. Her lips stretched wide, trying to accommodate his width. From what I could see, he was about the same length as Steve, but much bigger around. His light brown shaft continued to slide between her red lips. Every time he pulled back, I could see her spit coating his shaft. I had the same out of control feeling as before and realized I was squeezing my breast through my blouse. 

I didn't have time to consider what I was doing because Ted pulled his cock out of Jackie's mouth, then pushed her back onto the bed. She lay still, accepting his non-verbal commands. He picked up her legs high, and brought his face close to her sex. He leaned in and began running his tongue up and down her outer labia. His technique didn't have the same kind of sensitivity that Steve used with me. Steve used oral sex like a maestro, leading me through highs and lows, constantly keeping me on the edge of an orgasm. Ted seemed to be rushing; apparently concerned more with getting Jackie ready for what was coming next. 

He began thrusting his tongue between her lips, deeply into her pussy almost like he was fucking her with it. She was writhing on the bed as he abruptly moved to her clit. I couldn't see what he was doing, but the way he was moving his head quickly made me think it was some kind of combination of sucking and soft biting. Whatever he was doing worked because Jackie's breathing quickened and she began moaning loudly. For several minutes he moved back and forth between the two sensitive spots, making her moans get louder. I watched her hips move up and down on the bed, urging him to get her to the next level. 

As she came with a yell, Ted moved up her body and slipped his cock inside her. The bucking of her hips forced him inside her fast and she yelped in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He buried himself all the way inside her in just a few thrusts, all before she ever had a chance to finish her first orgasm. I again was surprised to find that my left hand was still massaging my breast, while my right hand was now rubbing my crotch through my jeans. As I watched Ted's body crash into Jackie's over and over, my arousal overcame my fear of being discovered and I undid the top button, then slipped my hand inside my jeans.

I moaned, trying to be quiet, as my fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties. I could feel my pubic hair, trimmed but still coarse. My hand slipped lower until my middle finger grazed my clit. I resisted the urge to scream as the wave of pleasure made my entire body quiver. My fingers moved still lower, until I was able to slip the tip of my middle finger into my drenched pussy. I slid my hand up, letting the finger drag against my clit, then slid back down pushing it even further inside me. 

By the time Jackie screamed out in her second orgasm, my own hit me. I stumbled back and leaned against the wall, afraid my legs were going to give out. I had never felt anything like the sensation. It was like a surge of adrenaline followed by the exhaustion of running a long race. I slid slowly to the floor, my body still heaving from the exertion. I dreamily took in my surroundings, then suddenly came to my senses. I quietly stood and straightened my clothes. I checked the hallway mirror to make sure I didn't look as slutty as I felt, then moved toward the front door without another glance at the bedroom. I was afraid to look again, fearing what might happen.

I started walking home in the warm summer night. There was no moon, but the lights from the houses gave a surreal feeling to accompany my mood. I could steel feel my panties sticking to my pussy as I walked along the sidewalk. My mind was racing with conflicting thoughts. I couldn't understand why what I had seen had affected me so much. I've always had great sex with Steve, but what I had seen made me so excited that it left me empty and rung out. 

Was there something wrong with me? While I understood how exciting the scene was, I couldn't understand my extreme reaction to it. I couldn't stop myself from masturbating to an orgasm in my friend's house while watching them. Nothing like that had ever happened before. I didn't have time to analyze it further, as walked up the driveway to our house. The only thing I could think of was my need to quench the desire that still was burning inside me, despite my fatigue. I thought Steve might be able to make me cum again just by touching me.

I walked up the stairs, feeling the heat between my legs growing as I anticipated another great night with my husband. I was intent on getting Steve to make love to me. It was already after 10:00, but I knew he'd still be up. I was ready to give him a night he'd never forget. When I got to the room, he was laying there watching TV. 

I ran into the room and jumped on the bed, feeling out of control. "Hey lover, want to play?" I asked, ready to rip his clothes off. I took his hand and put it up to my breast, hoping he could somehow feel the excitement surging through my body.

"I would have loved to have played, three hours ago," he said bitterly. 

It was like having a bucket of cold water thrown on me. It wasn't what he said, it was the tone he used. He was angry with me and wasn't afraid to let me know.

I tried to defend myself and even apologized, but he obviously wasn't going to be in the mood to listen. Eventually he turned off the TV and we both laid in bed, pretending to be asleep. I could tell by his breathing he wasn't. As I replayed the events of the night in my mind, the enthusiasm of what happened at Jackie's drained away and was replaced with an empty feeling. I had wanted to share my excitement with him, but without being able to, I just felt dirty about what I had done. I promised myself that I'd make it up to him as soon as possible.

The next day, while I sat at work getting very little done, I thought about my desire to make up with Steve. I wanted him to stop being angry with me, but I also needed to make up for my behavior at Jackie's, even if he didn't know about it. The thought of telling him crossed my mind for about a second, but I knew it would end with a terrible fight. I decided to handle it myself by not going back to Jackie's, at least for now. It was time to take care of my husband.




Fool's Envy Ch. 02



This chapter of the story is written from the husband's perspective. It does not work as a stand-alone story, so you'll need to check out chapter one to be able to follow the events fully. Thanks to Angel Love for her original edit. This story has been slightly revised, so I hope if you've read it before you find the new version even more enjoyable.

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I was staring at the lonely view of a brick wall from my new apartment when my cell phone rang. It had been hours since I expected to get Terry's phone call, but it hadn't come. I wondered if I had misjudged the situation. Maybe she wasn't that bothered by my leaving. It would give her all the time she wanted to screw around with her friends. Maybe that really was what she wanted. 

When I heard the distinctive tones, a quick check of the caller ID revealed that instead of our home number, it was one I didn't recognize. For a moment I wondered it could be her trying to trick me, but decided it was best to answer. 

"Hello." 

"Is this Steven Davis?" the voice asked in an official tone.

"Yes, can I help you?" 

The man informed me that he was with the local police department and that my wife had been involved in some kind of accident. As I felt my stomach twist into a knot, he informed me that she had been taken to Mercy Hospital.

"Is she all right?" I was suddenly very concerned. If someone took the time to track me down, it must have been serious.

"I don't have that specific information, sir. I was just told to contact you and ask if you would come to the hospital." 

I hung up the phone as a thousand questions hit me at once. How bad was it? Was there a break-in? Did she try to harm herself? Do they think I had something to do with whatever happened? Did she accuse me of something? 

Quickly throwing on appropriate clothes, I hurried to the car and left for the hospital. Once there, I was directed to the emergency room. I was informed that the doctor was examining Terry and would speak with me when he had finished. As I walked into the waiting area, I was greeted with the sight of her whole family, looking tired and upset. When they noticed me, they glared like I was already convicted of whatever happened. Two men in suits stopped talking to her parents and approached me.

"Mr. Davis?" the first man asked. 

"Yes, how is Terry?"

"The doctor's still with her, but he told her family she should be fine. I'm Detective Mosley. This is my partner Detective Patrick." 

I was too upset to worry about what they might be thinking of me. "So what the hell happened?"

Mosley answered, "Well, we hoped you could tell us. There was a 911 call made from your house at seven-fourteen by your wife. She indicated she was injured and needed an ambulance. The police arrived just before the paramedics and found a note you had written her. We wanted you to tell us what else you know."

I motioned them out into the hall, away from her family. After taking a deep breath to steady myself, I filled them in on the last forty eight hours of my life. They grilled me for fifteen minutes about where I had been and if I had an alibi. Luckily I was able to give them specific times and details about places I had been since leaving the house. 

Also, I had the time stamped receipts from the storage place and gas station by my apartment building still in my pocket. They seemed to be fairly sympathetic to my situation. Evidently her injury was consistent with a household accident, so they were inclined to give me the benefit of the doubt until they talked to Terry.

After asking me not to leave town without letting them know, Det. Mosley gave me a business card with a contact number. They prepared to head back to the station, but I begged them not to say anything to Terry's family about why I left. They had been my family for the last five years and I didn't want them dealing with such a personal matter at a time like this. It wasn't going to help anyone for them to be dragged into our mess. I didn't hold out much hope that they would still speak to me after what had happened, but I wasn't going to defend myself by attacking her. They deserved better than that.

The detectives told me they'd let me know if they had other questions or if they found out something. They left, making me deal with a much more difficult problem; Terry's family.

I took a deep breath and walked back into the waiting room. I tried to ignore the looks from her brother and sister, but the glare from her mom really hurt. Since my parents were long gone, I had taken to calling her folks Mom and Dad. I knew that my unwillingness to discuss specifics would probably make me look like a complete asshole. I tried to tell myself that it didn't matter. I knew the truth.

~~~~~

It all started a few months ago, as far as I knew. I started noticing changes in the way Terry was behaving. I'm sure it wouldn't have seemed like much to an outside observer, but it had begun to eat away at me. 

She would just zone out at inappropriate times. It could be while we were talking, sitting quietly together, or occasionally even while we were making love. I didn't like the feeling her mood swings gave me. There wasn't anything specific she had done wrong that I could point to. There was just an uncomfortable feeling in my gut that usually preceded something bad. 

Instead of being direct with her, which I believed would have just led to fights and a lot of denials; I tried to handle it by being extra sensitive to her needs. I brought home flowers and took her out more often. When we made love, I did everything I could to make sure she was satisfied. I always loved having sex with Terry. She was a wonderful lover, but now every time I strove to make sure that she understood exactly how important she was to me.

I knew for certain there was trouble four weeks earlier. We had just finished having the most amazing sex I could remember in ages. It felt great to me, but must have been even better for her. She had a number of orgasms, which was unusual for a weekday quickie. I was lying back, feeling really good about myself, when I noticed her with that far away look again. 

"Terry...Terry!" I repeated in frustration.

"What is it?" She had a blank expression like I had interrupted something important.

"I was trying to tell you how wonderful that felt. Sorry I disturbed you," I said sarcastically. 

To avoid saying something I'd later regret, I turned away. I was deeply hurt that she could be preoccupied so quickly after we had such a great deal of pleasure. What else was I supposed to do to get through to her?

"Sweetheart," she said, trying to sound conciliatory. "It was incredible for me too." She moved closer and pressed her breasts against my back. "You were wonderful."

I tried to let it go, but didn't sleep well that night. There was a fear that had been growing inside me for weeks, maybe longer. I finally decided that there was a name behind that fear; Jackie. Her friend was the bane of my existence. I hadn't liked her or her stud husband Ted, since the day they moved into our neighborhood. They both acted like they were better than the rest of us. 

Our block was a tightly knit community. We watched out for each other's kids, family and property. Even though there were diverse ethnic and religious backgrounds, we got along like we were an extended family. I knew every person on the block by name. There were several parties a year that practically everyone attended. Most of all, we trusted each other.

When Ted and Jackie moved in, it was like putting poison in a well. Several of the wives found Jackie to be fascinating, despite their husband's objections. Terry was no exception. Almost all the husbands hated Ted. The prissy little punk acted like he thought all women worshipped the ground he walked on. He was a trainer at a local gym and never missed an opportunity to parade around in tight shorts and no shirt in his front yard. Terry insisted we were just jealous because he was young and attractive, but every guy knows someone like Ted. They are nothing but trouble.

I did everything I could to discourage Terry from spending time with them, but she was like a moth to a flame. She admired Jackie for being so outrageous in the way she spoke, acted and dressed. I didn't appreciate the fact that my wife, who I thought was perfect, wanted so much to be like someone I disliked. 

Their friendship had grown to the point where they went out together a couple of nights a week. The only thing that kept me from putting my foot down was that Terry would cancel her plans with Jackie if I asked. She only went out with her when I was busy or didn't have specific plans. It kept me from drawing that line because I felt foolish complaining about the situation when she was obviously putting me first. I got the impression she was doing it more for her own gain than for any consideration of me, but I could hardly tell her that. 

There was one other thing that kept me from demanding she find a new friend. Terry never went to their house when Ted was home unless I was with her. I don't know how all husbands approach such a situation, but I have a very strong opinion that a wife should never be alone with another man unless she asks her husband first. Terry knew I wouldn't put up with any shit about it not being a big deal because Jackie was there. I trusted Jackie slightly less than her obnoxious husband. 

Eventually, I gave up on trying to force Terry to see my side of things. I just hoped that she wouldn't get talked into anything stupid. I wasn't sure what these people were really into, but had the distinct impression that they looked down their noses at the way we cared about each other. 

Several of the families had dropped out of touch in the last few months. There were whispered rumors of fights between couples over too much time with the new neighbors. Unfortunately, no one knew anything for sure, just that two couples had moved away and two others had stopped spending as much time with the rest of us. 

All of this happened slowly, which kept people like me from becoming too suspicious. It reminded me of the anecdote about the frog in the water. If you put a frog in boiling water, he'll hop out. If you put him in cool water, but slowly turn up the heat, he'll stay until he dies. As I tried to go to sleep that night, I tossed and turned, wondering if I was starting to understand how the frog must have felt.

The next night, I came home from work a little late and Terry was already gone. There was food waiting for me that just needed to be thrown in the microwave and a note telling me she wouldn't be too late. I thought about how great the previous night had been, only to be followed by leftovers and watching television by myself. I considered calling Jeff or Sam, two neighbors who I was very close to. In the end, I decided not to intrude on their family night just because Terry had something better to do than stay home with me. My mood was starting to turn foul.

She didn't get home until ten o'clock, far later than usual. I was in bed watching TV at the time and my mood wasn't any better than before. She came into the room and jumped into the bed. 

"Hey lover, want to play?"

She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her breast. I just moved it away. "I would have loved to play, about three hours ago."

She looked hurt by my rebuke. "Steve, please don't be like that. You know I would have stayed home if you asked. You were so wonderful last night. I just wanted to return the favor."

I choked back an insult deciding to study her instead. She looked sincere in her regret, but something about her coming back from Jackie's so horny rubbed me the wrong way. 

"Look, I have to be up for work early tomorrow and I had a really long day. Can I have a rain check please?"

I kissed her, trying to show that I wasn't really angry. Actually, I was mad, but she was right, I could have asked her to stay home. I was mad at myself for not insisting she stay, but part of me was angry with her for making me ask. To me, a husband shouldn't have to ask his wife to stay home. I know I'm a little old fashioned, but it just seemed like things between us were backward. She let it go and quietly got ready for bed. I don't know if either of us slept much that night.

Things improved a bit over the next few days. There weren't any more blowups and she didn't go back to Jackie's. We didn't get the chance to have sex until the weekend, but at least when we did, each of us seemed committed to making the other feel fulfilled. We spent the entire weekend together, making me wonder if I hadn't been wrong to lash out at her.

Her entire attitude seemed to have changed. I thought maybe I had finally gotten through to her. She gave me her full attention all the time and I took advantage of it to make sure she knew how much I appreciated the change. The sex was great too; she was on fire. After an entire week that seemed more like a honeymoon than anything else, I began to wonder if I finally could stop worrying.

The following Thursday answered that question. "Come on Terry, how many times do we have to have the same discussion?"

"Steve, you're being impossible. You aren't even going to be home, how can you object to me going over to Jackie's? She hasn't done anything wrong and you seem intent on punishing her. She's my friend, but I always let her know that we can't make plans until I know what you're doing."

Because I couldn't find something tangible to be upset about, I always lost this argument. "Fine, go over there, but I would really like it if you went out with some of our old friends from time to time. It bothers me that Jackie is the only one you seem to spend time with anymore." 

More than that was bothering me, but I knew there was no way to win that fight.

"All right, I'll see if Sam's wife is free next week and we'll do something. Will that make you happy?" She tried to sound jovial, but something in her tone annoyed me. I just nodded and got ready to go to a night class my company was making me take. I wouldn't be home until almost 10:00 and wondered if I'd be coming home to an empty house again.

When I pulled in the driveway, my suspicions were confirmed. Terry hadn't made it home yet. I wasn't looking forward to getting ready for bed by myself again. However, I didn't want to make the situation worse by overreacting again. It was my fault she wasn't home. I told her she could go. I went in and straight up to bed without even bothering to look for dinner.

Some time later I was dreaming, feeling my body on fire as I felt the sensation of my erection being manipulated. I opened my eyes and saw Terry naked, working her tongue down my body. She had taken off the sheet and pulled down my boxers.

"What the?" I mumbled, bewildered.

"Shhh," she said softly, without moving her lips from the shaft of my penis. "Just lie back and let me take care of you."

Although I had been angry with her earlier, waking from my sleep like that left me disoriented. It was hard to think about anything except how good her mouth felt. I relaxed as she opened her mouth, dragging it up and down the underside of my shaft, letting her tongue and teeth softly scrape the soft skin. She put her hand behind my prick, holding it as she zeroed in on the spot she knew from years of practice was the most sensitive. She sucked hard, letting her tongue dance across the center of the area, making my entire body writhe on the bed. 

"Come here," I begged, reaching for her hips. 

She understood my intention and pivoted her already naked body closer so I could reach her. She continued paying attention to my cock as she obligingly lifted her leg so I could move her body over mine. I felt a familiar thrill as her breasts dragged across my stomach. Maybe it was the last remnants of the dream, but for some reason the touch of her skin sent a wave of pleasure through me that was unusual for someone I'd been intimate with hundreds of times. When she settled over me, I stopped for a second to admire the simple beauty of her sex. 

She had tried shaving for me before, but it didn't make that much difference to me. Since she enjoyed me going down on her so much, she wanted to do something to make the experience more enjoyable for me, so she settled on trimming her pubic hair into a small, well-manicured pattern. The inner lips of her labia protruded slightly past her outer lips, making her most private area appear an even mix of innocence and sexuality to me. 

I ran my thumb around her outer lips, tracing them and gathering a little lubrication to help me enter her. She was already more aroused than I expected and my thumb slipped easily inside her, causing her to stop what she was doing for a moment and moan. 

I enjoyed the power I wielded over her in the bedroom. It never failed to make me feel special as I knew exactly how to drive her crazy and derived a great deal of pride from the way she responded to me. Terry had been very inexperienced before we met, just having sex with her high school sweetheart, which had been less than thrilling for her. The very first time we made love, she couldn't conceal her surprise that sex could be so amazing. 

I dragged my thumb toward her clit, slowly letting it slip out of from between her lips. Her body shuddered as it reached her clit, where I softly moved it in circles, barely touching the sensitive bud. My tongue began exploring the bottom of her outer lips, then wandered lower, teasing her. I made small circles with my tongue at the same tempo as my thumb, which was still circling her clitoris. The motion of her hips was clear indication that my technique was having the desired effect. 

Working even lower, I slipped the tip of my tongue to her anus. That always drove her crazy and tonight was no exception. She stopped her teasing and finally took my cock in her mouth, wrapping her hand around the base. She continued sliding the head past her lips, sinking down the shaft until her lips met her hand. She immediately pulled back and began moving her head up and down, holding her lips tightly together trying to return the pleasure she was feeling. 

I returned the favor by pulling her hips down further. I moved my hand away from her clit and moved it around her hips with the other one. I let my tongue push between her lips, going as deep as I could reach inside her. Then I moved my head in a plunging motion, pausing after a handful of thrusts to run it across her outer lips, then repeating the motions. The motion of her hips became more uncontrollable as I saw the telltale signs of her upcoming climax. There was a tingling throughout my body, letting me know mine was close as well.

"Honey, I can't last much longer, I want to be inside you," I said softly.

She didn't answer, but pulled away from me and spun her body in the other direction. Her hips settled over mine and she grabbed my cock. I felt her sit down and the sensation of the head slipping between her lips. No matter how turned on she was, Terry had always been incredibly tight. I felt her lips gripping my shaft tightly as she continued to push down until her hips finally met mine. 

She paused, looking into my eyes and said, "I love you, Steve."

"I love you too, baby."

She leaned forward and kissed me tenderly, taking a momentary respite from the fevered sex of the past few minutes. The with determination she sat up and began sliding her pelvis forward and back, building up speed until she was slamming against me as fast as she could. I did everything I could think of to delay the inevitable. I wanted her to climax first, but was losing the battle with my body. She just felt too wonderful.

"Terry, you have to slow down or I'm going to cum," I panted.

Instead, she actually seemed to move faster. "I want you to feel you cum inside me, Steve. Do it, now."




Fool's Envy Ch. 02



I couldn't take it anymore and pulled her down on top of me as the first wave of my orgasm hit. I kissed her roughly, our hips now moving only a few inches, but still clashing hard against each other. Suddenly she tensed and screamed into my mouth as an amazingly intense climax overtook her. I had to hold her tightly for a few seconds as her body writhed uncontrollably, then she lay still. Our kissing became more intimate, then she rolled off, coming to rest next to me. I took a second to catch my breath.

"Wow, what brought that on?"

She smiled with a gleam in her eye, "I wanted to say thank you for letting me go out. I have the best husband ever and wanted to give you a reward."

I was a little suspicious, but tried not to let it intrude on such a happy moment. "Well, that was a great reward. I hope you enjoyed it a little too."

Terry smiled broadly, indicating she was very happy. "I've never had a complaint about my man. You always know how to hit the right spots."

As we fell asleep, I could only hope she was telling the truth.

~~~~~

We continued to have amazing sex all weekend. Monday night, we sat down to watch a movie together. She told me that she had been to the video store and saw one she really wanted to check out. I sat back, dreading 'Bridges Of Madison County Pt 6', but was shocked when instead a low budget, soft-core porn movie started. She looked a little nervous, so I tried to reassure her that I was very interested to see where she was going with this. About fifteen minutes into the movie, she pulled out my prick and began stroking it. When I told her I was coming, she leaned down and took me in her mouth, swallowing every drop. 

I wanted to return the favor, but she asked me to wait. When a hot scene with the wife touching herself in front of her husband came on, Terry asked if I'd like to see her do that. I barely could answer because I was so turned on. She sat across from me and opened her robe to reveal a matching set of white lace underwear with matching garter belt and stockings. It was the single sexiest thing I had seen on her since our honeymoon. 

She slowly ran her hand down her chest to her stomach, then lower as it disappeared into the top of her panties. I watched the material stretched as her fingers rubbed her clit in a circular motion, then slid lower as she obviously pushed them inside her. After only a couple of minutes she gasped as she came, looking at me with a twinkle in her eye. 

It may have been the most amazing thing I've ever seen her do. Not so much because of my enjoyment, but because I knew she was uneasy and it was a big risk to take for her. It probably would have been devastating if I hadn't enjoyed it, and I loved her so much for taking the chance. After that we went to bed, but I had trouble sleeping so I held her close and just watched her, awed by the fact that I could be so lucky.

The next week was insane. It was like she had opened the floodgates of her sexuality. She repeated her masturbation scene. She dressed up in a sexy costume. One night she even asked me to use a vibrator on her. I couldn't figure out why she was so turned on or how long it was going to last, but I felt better about things than I had in months. 

Thursday, she hit me with the bad news. "There's a big barbeque over at Ted and Jackie's. I've been trying to get them to open up with more of the neighbors. They have never really felt like they fit in here." 

It caused a tremor to move through my stomach. After two incredible weeks with no mention of her friend, I had begun to let my guard down. I felt uneasy, wondering if her sudden impulsive streak might not be entirely her idea. I bit back a nasty retort and told her I wasn't interested.

"You have to go," she pleaded. "How am I going to explain a neighborhood party where I show up without you? The only reason you don't like them more is because you don't know them. They are fun, smart and really outgoing. Steve, I'm asking you, please go with me."

Again I felt like there was a valid argument I should be making, but couldn't seem to find the words. Finally I made up my mind. "All right, I'll go with you." 

Although I couldn't figure out a reason she should stay home, I sure as hell wasn't going to let her spend the day alone with them.

As we were getting ready to go to the party, I looked in dismay at what Terry was going to wear. She had her sexiest pair of shorts and a half-shirt that barely covered her breasts. I didn't like her choice at all and told her so. "What should I wear to a barbeque, an ankle length dress?" she teased. "We're going to play volleyball and sit out in the sun. This is more than I'd wear to a pool party, just take it easy and enjoy the fun. It's going to be really good for you."

This was about the tenth time she had dropped a cryptic hint about this party being fun for me. At first I thought it was my imagination, but that feeling in my gut was back with a vengeance. I decided the only thing I could do was be honest with her. "Terry, you know I love you more than anything, right?"

"Of course I know honey. I love you too. That's why I want you to get to know my friends. I know you're going to like them if you just give them a chance. Jackie is fun and incredibly sexy. Ted is really lucky to have someone as amazing as her." 

"Ok, I get it, they're nice people. I want to talk about us." She stopped and looked at me uncertainly. "Terry, something's been bothering me for a while, I just want to make sure everything is all right between us."

"I don't understand. What's been bothering you, Steve?"

"I don't know how to put it into words, but something just hasn't seemed right. Are you sure you don't want to talk to me about anything?" I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw something change in her eyes...maybe doubt? 

It was quickly replaced by determination. "I love you more than anything Steve. I've never been happier. I just want to have some fun with our friends, so quit being so serious and let's go." 

I was frustrated again by her not being able to see what I did. There was no way I could be completely wrong about her friends.

The party was a smashing success. There were a few couples that were friends of our hosts, and another five couples from the neighborhood. When Terry and I got there, the party was in full swing. Ted was working on lunch while Jackie organized teams to play volleyball or horseshoes. The beer flowed all afternoon and everyone had a good time; even me. I had to admit, Jackie was the consummate hostess. 

She constantly hovered, making sure everyone was having fun and no one felt left out. While Terry was playing, Jackie would sit with me and make small talk. I noticed she was the kind of person who liked to constantly touch you to make a point. If my wife hadn't been twenty feet away, it would have made me uncomfortable. She was a very attractive woman and her attention was flattering.

We had a good dinner followed by a couple movies and lively conversation for the couples who hadn't gone home. Terry must have had too much to drink because she was being a terrible flirt. I can't say it bothered me because I was sitting right there, as were the wives of the men she was flirting with. I was kind of proud of my sexy wife, making all the men pay attention to her. I think she could tell I was being a good sport because she would smile at me from time to time and give me a wink. 

Jackie took the opportunity to continue her friendly treatment. She sat next to me and talked with the group or sometimes would just speak quietly so only I could hear her. She continued touching me on the arm or leg when she would make a point. I'm not sure if it was the alcohol or something else, but I started feeling a little too good. In the middle of her explaining what was involved in her job, I suddenly realized that her hand was on my thigh and it hadn't moved in a while.

I looked up to Terry, but she was lost in a conversation with Ted and one of his friends. I was trying to think of a casual way to extricate myself from this situation when Jackie started dragging her fingers back and forth across my thigh, reaching to the edge of my shorts. I was starting to get aroused and began to worry that Terry was going to catch us at any moment. 

"Listen Jackie, I'm sorry but I think I need to get some air."

She smiled, "That sounds like a good idea. Mind if I join you?" 

I'm not stupid. That was clearly an offer and not one that I was interested in. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so I tried to be polite. "Sorry, I don't think my wife would be too thrilled about that."

That's when Jackie confirmed everything I had been afraid of for weeks. "Well, I talked to Terry and she said you're a big boy and she would be Ok with whatever you wanted to do. From what I'm seeing," she paused for effect and ran her hand up to my erection, which she squeezed before moving her hand away, "I think you would definitely like me to come with you."

I looked up to Terry in time to catch her eyes as she watched us. They were sparkling like she had just been given a wonderful present. I didn't doubt that Jackie was telling me the truth. I knew without question exactly how the frog must have felt.

I didn't even look at Jackie, "Fine, let's go." 

We walked out without anyone even seeming to notice. When we walked into the back yard, she pulled me into her arms and kissed me, reaching her hand back down to my shorts. Just as she slipped her hand into the waistband, I caught her wrist. "Not until you tell me what's going on. I know when I'm being set up."

Jackie looked surprised. It caused me to wonder if any man had ever asked her to stop before. "There's no set up Steve," she said. "Terry and I have talked a lot about our husbands and how wonderful they are in bed. She brags about you endlessly. I told her that Ted was incredible in his own way. Right at this moment, he's working on getting her to go upstairs for a talk. If you don't stop her, she'll find out for herself."

"You have got to be kidding me Jackie," I scoffed. "Terry would never cheat on me." I said it with a lot more confidence than I actually felt.

"Well, I'll make you a little wager, since you're so sure of yourself. You let Ted make his pass and if Terry goes for it, I'll give you a night you'll never forget." She paused, then added, "You know, if you interrupt them, you'll never know what would have happened and she'll probably resent it."

I felt sick to my stomach. "What happens if she turns him down?" I said, thinking more with my heart than my head. 

She thought for a moment. "Ted and I will set you two up with a weekend in the city at the fanciest hotel. We'll pay for dinner, the theater and two nights to celebrate." From the tone in her voice, she could have been offering me a new Porsche. She sounded like she already knew what was going to happen.

I decided to play along. I needed to find out if Terry was really that far gone. I tried to sound far more enthusiastic than I felt. "All right, you have a deal." 

We went back inside and Terry smiled at us as we entered the family room. She announced that she had to use the restroom. A few seconds after she left the room, Ted asked if anyone needed another beer. It was painfully obvious to anyone paying attention what was going on. It was then that I noticed with relief that the only people left were his friends. Jackie made small talk while we waited for them to make it to the room.

I couldn't wait any longer, so indicated that I wanted to go check. She smiled and led me to their bedroom. We got there and found the door open a few inches. This was obviously some bullshit game they had planned out. With a heavy heart, I looked at the mirror and watched Ted sucking my wife's breast as he held her up with one arm. He was using his free hand to finger her pussy through her shorts. I wanted to die as I watched him let her go so she could begin sucking his cock. He was really rough with her, holding her head still with both hands while fucking her face.

I guess he wanted more because he pushed her backward against the bed and began trying to force his prick into her throat. Fighting the urge to stop his rough treatment of her, I could see that she wasn't trying to resist at all. When he succeeded in getting his entire shaft down her throat, he began banging against her mercilessly. I couldn't believe that any part of the woman I loved could want to be treated like that. I turned and told Jackie it was time to pay up.

When we got to the family room, I saw that the other couples had left. Again, another part of the setup, I assumed. Jackie led me to the couch and pulled me down beside her. 

With a satisfied smile, she said, "I thought your wife looked incredibly sexy up there." Noticing my less than enthusiastic look she added, "Don't worry, lover, I'm going to make you forget all about what's going on upstairs."

I looked at her with disgust. "The only problem with that plan is the thought that I'd want a skanky whore like you to touch me in the first place."

She moved away, obviously shocked. "But you agreed. We had a deal."

"Yeah bitch, I'm sure that will hold up in court. Now we're going to make a new deal. You have screwed my marriage and my life, so now you're going to tell me exactly what has been going on and how this happened. When you're done, you are going to do exactly what I say."

Jackie still looked surprised, but now she seemed pissed off as well. I'm sure my rejection would have been bad enough without the insults. "Fuck you, bastard! Why should I tell you anything?"

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. I'm not proud of what I said. I've never lifted my hand against a woman, and I certainly had never threatened one with the kind of vitriol I used on Jackie. I would have never followed through, but she needed to be afraid of me and I made sure she was. When I finished, she sat back, looking terrified. 

She didn't hesitate to tell me all about the talks she had been having with Terry for months. She told me the details of Terry's last two visits. Then she told me everything I wanted to know about what she and her husband had actually been planning. When she finished, I told her to sit there quietly until Terry came down. When she did, I wanted Jackie to pretend to be asleep so we could leave without any further talk.

Finally, I warned her that if she told her husband what I had said, he would most definitely come after me. I would happily use that opportunity to pay him back for what just happened upstairs. I told her then I would follow through on my threat, but I might wait months, just so she had to live with the knowledge that it would happen someday, but she'd never know when. I told her to stay the fuck away from Terry and to make sure Ted did the same. 

When I was sure she was going to go along with all of my demands, I let her sit by herself. She sobbed quietly as she thought about what I had said to her. I don't think it ever occurred to the self-important bitch that somebody actually might not want to fuck her. I felt no guilt for what I had said; she deserved a lot worse. As I waited for my wife to finish having sex with Ted, I wondered about the couples that had moved away, had they gone through the same thing? I vowed to make sure that nobody else in the neighborhood was going to be caught off guard by them. 

After about twenty minutes, Terry came into the room practically bouncing. "Hey, are you two finished already?"

I put my finger to my lips and looked over at Jackie, who was pretending to be sleeping. Quietly, I whispered that we should leave. As we left the house, my mind was reeling about what my next move should be.

We walked home in silence. She might have tried talking to me, but to be honest, I don't remember anything about that trip. I just remember getting to our door and realizing that somehow I was going to have to get into bed with the woman who had just broken my heart. 

Once inside, I followed her up the stairs, dreading what was coming next. When I entered the bedroom, she was already in the bathroom starting the shower. At least she had the decency to realize she should wash Ted off her body. I didn't see them fuck, but I wondered if she made him use a condom. The thought of his cum inside her made me physically ill.

When she got out of the shower, she uttered some lame come on line, trying to entice me into having sex. I told her I was too tired, trying not to let her hear the pain in my voice.

She looked a little hurt, but amazingly didn't ask me about it. I was stunned that after what just happened, she would actually be able to go to sleep without even talking about it. She had just given someone else a blowjob and fucked him. She assumed that I had my cock stuck in her best friend. What kind of person wouldn't even feel the need to ask if everything was all right?

I kissed her and said that I loved her. Surprisingly, I really meant it. No matter what she had done, I loved her and didn't know if that would ever change. She rolled over to go to sleep, so I moved close and held her tightly. I tried remembering all the good things we had shared, wanting to remember her this way instead of what I had seen with Ted. When I heard Terry's breathing settle into a sleeping rhythm, I softly rested my head against her shoulder, trying to control the tears in my eyes. Long after she fell asleep, I continued to hold her, wondering what it would be like without her. 

~~~~~

I never fell asleep, so was able to get out of bed long before she woke up. I went downstairs and made myself coffee and breakfast, even though I didn't have much of an appetite. There was a notepad on the table so I wrote her a letter telling her that I had gone to a friend's house because he had an emergency. I picked one she didn't know well who lived about an hour away so she wouldn't be tempted to drop by. 

I did go to Pete's house, but just sat and talked to him and his wife. Pete had been divorced twice and I wanted to find out everything I would need to know.

I made sure to get home late, hoping she'd already be asleep. Finally I made it there around midnight and quietly made myself a snack in the kitchen. Since she didn't come down, I hoped she was sleeping and went upstairs. I needed to get some rest. Monday was going to be an incredibly difficult day. 

When my alarm went off the next morning at eight, Terry was long gone. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I managed to make it through the weekend. Now came the really hard part. I had already rented a small trailer and contacted a couple of friends to help me. I couldn't afford to stall, so I reluctantly got up and started packing. 

It took me about six hours to get my things together. Pete and our neighbor Joe came over at about two o'clock and started moving stuff out. Joe seemed especially unhappy about the situation because he and his wife were friends with both Terry and me. I told him about the party so he agreed to help me, but I could tell his heart wasn't in it. We fell behind schedule because I had some financial things to take care of. I needed to finish them before Terry came home to prevent her from being able to screw me over later. 

Since I was afraid we weren't going to finish in time, I called Terry's boss and asked if there was something he could do to hold her up. I told him I was getting a surprise ready for her and didn't want her to come home and spoil it. I really felt shitty about doing it, but I wanted to be gone when she got home. I wasn't ready to talk to her about what happened without losing my cool, so I just wanted to be gone. It seemed cowardly, but a huge fight where I end up calling her a whore wouldn't be any better. 

We finally finished up around five-thirty. I left almost everything big and took very little of the valuable stuff. The truth was, I wasn't interested in trying to get back at her. I just wanted to get out of there and start my life over again. I took things that were mine or had significant value to me and left everything else for her to deal with. The last thing I did was leave her a note and pull out our wedding photo album. I put them both on the kitchen table and left my ring with them.




Fool's Envy Ch. 02



I left with one last look at our house. We had worked so hard to make it special. Working extra shifts so we could afford one large enough for starting a family. Often, we spent numerous weekends painting and doing our own repairs, instead of going out. Now it just made me sick to look at it, thinking about how much of my life I wasted. I drove away, heading toward the storage place. Once I was finished unloading, I went to the apartment where I waited for the flurry of calls I was anticipating. I never could have imagined the one I actually received.

~~~~~

As I walked into the waiting area, the doctor was just arriving, so I was spared from a confrontation for a moment. He let us know that she would be fine. They would need her to stay a couple of days to watch out for complications from the concussion, but she should be ready to go home after that. He tried to sound reassuring, but I got the distinct impression it had been a little more touch and go than he was letting on. 

It was still going to be a while before any of us could see her, so I figured it was time to bite the bullet. "Ben . . . Stacy, could I talk to you alone for a moment?" When their kids tried to object, Ben told them that we needed to talk. We excused ourselves and went outside to have some privacy. I figured that I should be the one to start.

"Look, I know what you must be thinking about me right now. I want you to know that what happened between Terry and me is private. If she wants to tell you, I won't object, but I'm not going to defend myself by saying anything bad about your daughter." They looked a little surprised by my choice of words, so I moved on before they could think of a way to challenge me.

"What we need to do now is figure out what comes next. Of course I want to make sure she's all right, but I don't want to make you or your family uncomfortable. I also don't want to do anything that is going to make it harder for her. If you feel like I should be here, then I'll be here. If you want me to stay away, I will." I exhaled deeply, thankful I'd gotten through it without saying something hurtful or showing them how close to falling apart I really was.

Ben slowly spoke, "This has been so much for us. We don't know how we're supposed to react. We get a call from one of your neighbors that Terry is on her way to the hospital. When we get here, the detectives tell us that they found a note that said you left her, but wouldn't say why. They asked us questions like they thought you might have had something to do with what happened. What are we supposed to think?" 

I was caught off guard that they didn't know anything yet. "I thought they would have told you what the note said, that makes everything harder. All I can say is that Terry made a choice that ended our marriage. It's not something that can be fixed. I don't know anything else. I haven't seen her since last night." 

"I intended to spend the rest of my life with her. This whole thing is incredibly difficult for me too. I don't expect your sympathy, but I need you to understand that I'm not the one who made the choice. I'm just the one who had to deal with the fallout." 

They regarded me with some suspicion, but seemed to accept what I was saying. It wasn't enough to make them take sides against their daughter, but I never expected that it would.

"Steve, I appreciate you telling us the way you see things," her father said. "However, considering how high emotions are running right now, I think it would be best if you left. Once Terry wakes up, we'll see what she wants to do. I'll give you a call if there's any change in her condition."

I thanked them and apologized again for how everything had turned out. Before I left, I asked for permission to see her for a moment. Her dad stood outside the room while I slowly walked in. Terry was lying on the bed looking peaceful, almost like she might open her eyes at any second and ask me to stay. She was pale and looked fragile. My resolve that barely held earlier, crumbled away. I tried not to make a sound as the tears came, both because her father was close and because I felt like it made me a hypocrite. 

I ran away in the middle of the day and left her a note; how could I have been such a coward? I could have stopped things at Ted's house with a word, but I chose to test her and lost. Part of me felt vindicated about my decision because of what Jackie told me. Part of me felt stupid for not standing up and saying no, allowing my wife to be taken from me. 

I snuck around, plotting to win the upcoming war between us, trying to undermine what she might do. I never considered the possibility that anything like this could happen. Now she was here and I felt like a complete failure. I dried my tears and walked out of the room without being able to look her father in the face.

I went back to my new apartment for the night, but decided I should go by the house the next day to clean up. Her family didn't deserve the pain of having to deal with that. It seemed like the least I could do. 

It took forever to get to sleep. I know it was past dawn before I was able to slow my mind down enough to drift off. When I did drift off, it was a restless, nightmare-filled slumber. Because of how much stress I had been under, I didn't even wake up until after noon. By the time I showered, went out for food and ran the necessary errands, it was four o'clock. 

I finally arrived at the house and nervously opened the door. As I stepped inside, I could see how big my job would actually be. It was a wreck from all the traffic. There was dirt everywhere, things were broken and I was surprised to find vomit on the living room floor. I went to the kitchen to find things to clean up the mess and was greeted with a grim sight. There was blood all over the floor and on some of the walls. It looked like she must have cut her head, then staggered around trying to find the phone. I felt a wave of dizziness like I was going to pass out, but steadied myself. 

It was just a week ago that I thought everything in my life was all right. Now I didn't see how it could get much worse. As I filled up a bucket and began to mop the floor, it really hit me how alone I was.

~~~~~

The sunlight streamed through the window shade as I shook my head to clear the cobwebs. There was a pounding in my head that wouldn't seem to go away. As things came into focus, I realized the pounding was someone knocking at the front door. 

I squinted as the sun greeted me harshly when I opened the door. "Damn Steve, what the hell happened?" my friend Joe asked. "Beth and I came over when the police showed up, but they wouldn't tell us anything. They wheeled Terry out unconscious. Beth is freaked out. I didn't know what to tell her. I tried calling you all day yesterday. Where were you?"

I checked my cell phone on the table and realized I had switched it to silent mode while I was at the hospital. I had fourteen messages waiting for me, and that didn't count how many missed phone calls I had. Angry with myself for such a stupid mistake, I started to go through them to make sure Terry's parents hadn't called. 

When I saw that there wasn't anything that couldn't wait, I told Joe to finish what he had to say.

"The whole block is spreading crazy stories about you. You've got to let me tell people what happened."

I didn't try to hide my disgust. "I don't give a fuck what people think. You've heard the rumors about Ted and Jackie, do you really believe that we're the first couple they tried this shit on? Nobody bothered warning the rest of us about those two. If they had, maybe I'd still have a marriage."

Joe's anger flared a little. "Well what about my wife? Are you saying fuck her too? I understand how upset you are, but it isn't as simple as just not caring about nosy neighbors. These people are your friends."

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "I'm sorry, Joe, of course I care about Beth and what she thinks. I don't want Terry to come home from the hospital and find out everyone thinks she's the village whore. I also don't want to explain over and over how my wife was so hot to fuck Ted that she was willing to piss away our marriage. I want to do something about those two so no one else has to find out the hard way, but I don't want to humiliate myself or her to do it."

Joe looked at me sympathetically, "I guess I can understand that. I can't imagine how I'd feel if Beth did something like that. I'm asking you directly though, as a favor to me, let me tell her. I don't like being in the middle and I don't like letting my wife believe a lie."

I reluctantly agreed and he called home, asking Beth to come over. When she came in, she looked at me as though I had a contagious disease. I wasn't able to finish the house the night before, so I'm sure the chaotic surroundings didn't help. Joe bailed me out by telling the story more or less just how I explained it to him. I added a few details he missed, but was grateful to not have to relate the entire thing again. When he finished, she turned to me and I saw her face was stained with tears.

She tentatively walked over to me and pulled me to my feet. "Steve, I'm so sorry," she cried. She wrapped her arms around me and refused to let go. "You must be hurting terribly. Why didn't you let Joe tell me? It's not fair that people think this was your fault. I just can't believe it. I never would have thought Terry would do anything like that."

At first, I just stood there feeling embarrassed. After I realized she wasn't going to let me go it occurred to me that this was the first contact I'd had with anyone since Saturday night. I started to feel my composure falling apart until I began squeezing tighter as tears came to my eyes also. I pulled it together and eventually pushed away gently.

I kissed her cheek. "Thank you, Beth, I needed that," I said weakly. "But I still don't want anyone to know what happened, at least not yet. I'm not going to be staying here so it doesn't matter to me what people in the neighborhood think."

The two of them helped me finish cleaning the house and getting things ready for when Terry came home. At about two o'clock, my cell phone finally rang. I checked the number and saw it was Terry's parents. Ben let me know that Terry was awake and all right. She was tearfully asking for me, but her parents let her know that I wasn't going to come by, at least for now. I could tell that this was incredibly hard on him and I felt very sorry, but I agreed with him that trying to talk to her in that condition would be bad for everyone. No matter how shitty I felt about what had happened or how much I missed her, it was too late to turn back.

When we finished talking, I made sure the house was in decent condition, then left. I thanked Joe and Beth for their help and asked them again not to tell anyone what had happened. Finally, I went back to the apartment and took a nap, trying to get my head together. 

The next day was a big one for me. I went in to work, knowing that nothing was going to be easy. It was a small town and gossip usually spread fast. It didn't take long for me to be proven correct. I walked through the door and saw a small group of employees talking. As they noticed me approaching, I could hear a flurry of hushed voices and they separated, trying to appear busy. People had obviously heard some of what had gone on and every time I walked into a room, the scene repeated. I thought about taking another day off, but figured it wouldn't make that much difference. After lunch, the floor supervisor cornered me in the hall. He ushered me into an unused meeting room to talk.

"Steve, rumors have been flying all over the place. Nobody wants to tell you what to do, but you are a manager here and it's creating a lot of commotion. I think we should talk about what's going on. You know, the company would be willing to help if you'd like to take some time off or see someone." 

I didn't like his tone at all and wasn't in the mood to deal with it. I got up and began to leave.

"Where are you going? We're not done yet."

"Yes Tim, I believe we are. You said as a manager, my personal problems are creating a distraction, so I'm going to go fix it." Seeing his puzzled expression, I took a little satisfaction from making him squirm. "I'm going to my office to submit my letter of resignation. I'll have my desk cleaned out in a half hour." I heard his confused stammering as the door closed behind me.

I was almost finished packing when I heard a man clear his throat behind me. I turned and saw Mr. Carlyle, the owner of our company. Since the company had gone public, he was more of a figurehead, just the public face for the board of directors. He was a wonderful man, kind of a grandfather to all the employees.

"Steve, what's this I hear about you leaving us? You can't go off because of a misunderstanding. This is all my fault." I stopped to give him my full attention. "You know that Terry's family and I go way back. I talked to Ben yesterday and was very sorry to hear about everything that had happened. I thought maybe I could put a little pressure on you before you made a decision that you couldn't turn back from. I've been around a long time and have seen a lot. You two were wonderful together and I hate to see it end. I was wrong to interfere and I just made it worse by asking Tim to talk to you."

"Mr. Carlyle, I understand your feelings. This whole thing has been a terrible shock to everyone. Terry's accident made everything so much more complicated. You've always been very good to me, so I'll be honest and tell you that there isn't any hope we can get past it."

"I'm really sorry to hear that, Steve. I've always been very fond of Terry. Between company functions, her help with our charity work and the times she came here to visit you, many employees have gotten to know her and she's well liked. There will be a lot of gossip about this. I don't care about any of that. I don't want you to go. Please forgive an old man trying to help."

"Sir, I was just yanking Tim's chain. I wasn't quitting because of what he said, it just pissed me off the way he came at me. I need to resign for other reasons. However, if you really value my contribution to the company, you could help me out." Seeing his curious expression, I pressed on. "I'd like to go back to work where I started; doing repairs in the tech department."

He looked shocked, "Why in the world would you want to go back to a lower level job like that?"

"Trust me Mr. Carlyle, I have my reasons. The most important one right now is that I can't handle the stress of the job considering what's going on. I'd like to work with my hands again and just concentrate on getting things in my life back under control."

"But Steve, we couldn't pay you anything close to what you're making now."

"Yes but a wise man once told me that it's not what you make, it's how happy the work makes you," I said grinning. From his expression, I could tell he remembered saying those words. "I will be happy to make what is in line with the other employees doing the same work."

He shook his head, clearly not comprehending what could make me step backward like that, but he did owe me. I had done my job well since getting promoted and helped my department improve dramatically. Maybe later, when things changed, I would reconsider. For now, he shook my hand and promised to take care of it. 

I left just after lunch, getting instructions to start with the first shift, the next day. After another night alone, I was happy to come back to work. It didn't matter what the gossip would be like; I just wanted to do something other than think about my problems.

~~~~~

When I arrived, I nervously went to my new department. The other employees treated me a little strangely all morning, but I wasn't sure if it was due to the rumors or if they were suspicious about why I was there. The head tech had been a good friend for years, so I was left alone to troubleshoot problems in the circuit boards we manufactured. I enjoyed the work and it required all my concentration, so I thought of little else for hours.

An unexpected tap on my shoulder startled me, finally breaking the intense concentration I had been maintaining all morning. "Are you going to join the rest of the lowly employees for lunch?" a soft, sexy voice asked. 

Surprised, I turned and saw Karen Matthews, an attractive woman who had been with the company for a couple of years. She designed software to work with the hardware we manufactured. Unlike other programmers, she spent most of her time with the rest of the techs trying to troubleshoot bugs in the system. As I thought about what she said, I blushed, realizing I had completely ignored everyone while trying to bury myself in work.

"I'm sorry." Looking around the room, I realized that everyone else had left. "I didn't mean to give you the impression I was being a snob. I'm just a little preoccupied today."

She gave me a half-smile that let me know there was no insult taken. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't starve yourself. Besides, if you keep working like that, you're going to make the rest of us look bad." 

Karen walked with me to the cafeteria where we sat by ourselves. I ignored the stares from the other employees and enjoyed the chance to talk to a very pleasant young woman that I had never had the chance to get to know, even though I was the one who originally hired her. Inexplicably, she always seemed to be busy whenever I was around. 

We talked exclusively about her until the lunch was over, which was a welcome relief for me. She never asked about me, or what was going on in my world. 

When we finished, I went back to work in my little corner, but began to notice when she would walk past and even took a few minutes to help her with a problem she was having. By the end of the day, I actually felt a little better. When it was time to go home, I took the opportunity to call Joe and ask if I could come over for dinner. He asked Beth, who insisted that I come right over.

When I pulled into their driveway, I saw them both step out to greet me. As I began walking toward them, Beth cried out in alarm. I turned to my left to see Ted coming toward me quickly. I stepped back and got ready in case he was going to come in swinging. 

"You son of a bitch, what did you say to my wife?" he yelled as he walked toward me. He showed no sign of wariness. The cocky bastard didn't even consider me a threat. 

"That's none of your business, Ted. I believe you were busy fucking my wife at the time. Trust me, if she won't tell you, then you probably shouldn't know." I didn't really want to fight him in the middle of Joe's yard, but a part of me really hoped he'd start something. 

He didn't disappoint me. "Look, fucker, you better start talking or I'm going to kick your sorry ass." He stepped toward me and grabbed my right wrist with his right hand, squeezing hard, trying to intimidate me. 

I tried to shut out the pain so I could carefully word my response. "Ted, I'm going to ignore the fact that you had sex with my wife and tried to punish me by pawning off your skanky whore in exchange." I savored the fury in his eyes. "Right now you are committing assault and if you don't stop, I'm going to be forced to defend myself." 

He laughed, looking at me with disdain. "You know, your wife said I was the best fuck she's ever had."

That did it. I was waiting for him to cross a line so I wouldn't have to feel like I was just doing this because Terry had sex with him. No matter how much I despised him, that was her choice. He didn't force her. Now I had a good reason to take action.

I quickly brought my left hand down hard on top of his right hand, trapping it against my wrist. I moved the fingers of my right hand up and around his forearm, reversing the hold. Then I stepped between his legs and pulled, forcing him to bend his wrist at a sharp angle. Finally I brought my right arm up, catching him in the most painful hold I had learned in five years of Hapkido training. He dropped to his knees like he'd been shot.




Fool's Envy Ch. 03



Thanks to Angel Love for her editing help, and Jacuzzigal for her helpful suggestions. I've re-edited all the chapters to hopefully improve the story for anyone who chooses to read it again. There's also a surprise at the end for all those people who commented so thoughtfully about the story. Thanks and enjoy.

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"...And you just walked out?" Karen asked, clearly shocked. Steve thought he detected a hint of mirth in her expression.

"Yes," he sighed. 

Karen's clear disdain for Terry could sometimes be too much for Steve. It got so bad that sometimes he even felt the need to defend his estranged wife. He understood that Karen was only taking his side and tried to appreciate her loyalty. He was a little confused about why it bothered him so much. Even after what Terry had done, Steve had never been able to bring himself to fully distance himself. He just felt sad about the whole, miserable situation.

"Serves her right," Karen said spitefully. "Don't even give me that look," she scolded him. "You know she was going to try to manipulate you into staying. If you hadn't protected yourself exactly the way you did, you'd be dealing with that nightmare right now. You are too nice for your own good."

"I know, but with everything that's happened, I just feel shitty." He had trouble meeting her unflinching stare. 

"Steve," she said, trying to soften her tone. "You love her and you're sad about everything falling apart. I really do understand. But she made her choices. If you can't get past what happened, then you need to talk to her."

He looked at her incredulously, "Yeah, that'll make me feel better. Maybe I can even ask her if he was better than me in bed."

"Stop being a baby," she scolded. "You feel bad because of the way you left and what happened to her. The answer is simple; go talk to her and get it out of your system. You already know that nothing she says will make any difference, right?" 

"Maybe you're right, but we're not going to find out. I have no interest in talking to Terry today or any day soon. If I get too whiney about it feel free to punch me in the arm . . . Ouch!" he yelled as she immediately hit him. 

The two friends laughed, making the mood a little lighter. Karen patted him affectionately, "You'll survive, you big baby." 

She knew she couldn't had pushed him as far as she could. There was no doubt in her mind that Steve was avoiding his wife because he was afraid of what he might find out. She also didn't believe Steve would ever get over Terry without a serious talk to find out what was behind her actions. Trying to be his friend and advise him was a difficult tightrope for her to walk, considering the way she really felt about him.

~~~~~

"Poor guy," Jasmine said sympathetically. She had been listening to her friend Karen pour her heart out about Steve for a half hour. She waved a hand at their waitress, indicating another round for them both. 

"I swear, if I could get my hands on that bitch . . . " Karen muttered.

Jasmine studied her friend with an amused expression. They had known each other since college, where they met at a frat party. The two were polar opposites. Jasmine being very feminine, an expert at playing games, was beautiful and good at relationships. She never struggled with the kind of niceties that eluded her friend.

Jasmine had liked Karen immediately. She found Karen's honesty refreshing and enjoyed the way she didn't seem to care what anyone thought. Jasmine also saw something special in her; a diamond in the rough. A woman who could be stunning if she wanted to, but who chose not to use her feminine side just to fit in. Karen's parents were very practical, preferring their daughter study for college prep classes rather than attending school dances and their influence on her was obvious. 

The first time she convinced Karen to dress up for a party was an amusing experience for Jasmine, even though Karen had trouble seeing how it was amusing. Despite her anxiety about looking like the 'prom date from hell', she made quite an impression. When they arrived at the party, no one recognized the former tomboy and Jasmine had to field questions from interested suitors all night about her "new friend". 

Karen had a fairly consistent dating life after that, but she was far too serious for most college guys. She didn't swoon like a lot of immature girls when a good looking boy indicated he was interested. Even though her social life wasn't ideal by college standards, her education was first rate and earned her an excellent job right out of school.

The two women stayed close after graduation. Jasmine was always frustrated by Karen's lack of success at finding the right person. She worried that work had become her friend's life and hoped something would happen to show the young woman what she was missing. 

While she listened to Karen's ranting about this woman that neither of them knew, Jasmine stared at her friend thoughtfully. She understood Karen better than anyone else, and saw this tirade as completely transparent. 

"When are you going to tell him you love him?" she asked unexpectedly.

Jasmine barely could maintain her composure, seeing the bewildered expression on her friend's face. 

"Love him!" Karen sputtered, trying to sound indignant. "We're just friends." I'm just angry about what she did to him."

"Yeah, why don't you try that again? If you say it without looking like you just got caught cheating on your final exams, it might be more believable," Jasmine teased.

"You don't know what you're talking about," Karen said, a little less convincingly. She stared at her glass, unable to look at her friend, knowing that Jasmine would see right through her.

"It's all right sweety," Jasmine said softly, touching her on the arm. "He sounds like a great guy. Just give him some space. He's going to be a mess for a while. I don't want you to get hurt." There was an uncomfortable silence as the two friends tried to think of some way to change the subject.

~~~~~

The next three months passed slowly for Steve, with many lonely nights. He missed Terry more than he could stand, and it didn't seem to be getting better. Former friends from the neighborhood stopped calling. He assumed that they were taking her side. Steve considered telling them the truth about what happened, but decided if they were really his friends, it wouldn't have mattered. 

Joe let him know that one day Ted and Jackie had packed up and disappeared. It didn't qualify as good news for him, but the thought of them being out of his life was comforting. They hadn't told anyone they were moving, or why. There was still a 'for sale' sign up on their lawn.

No one in Terry's family had spoken to him since the visit to her lawyer. It was crushing to lose an entire family so quickly, but Steve knew their loyalties would lie with her first, as they should. She was their blood. Still, they were wonderful people and he missed them almost as much as he missed talking to her. 

After over a month of attempts that kept the pain of the situation front and center in his mind, Terry finally stopped trying to contact him. Beth confided that she was a wreck for a long time, but seemed to be getting it together at last. Steve was glad for that. He felt for her and what she'd been through. He considered Karen's suggestion, but wasn't sure that it would solve anything. He also worried that it would lead to her having unrealistic expectations. Steve was miserable without her, but thought it would make things worse to have her half in his life. 

The only bright spot for him was Karen. They had become inseparable. She had infinite patience dealing with his moods and the times when he complained too much about his life. She was intelligent, funny, kind and cheerful. She had a delightfully sharp wit and had a way of saying something that was cutting without being cruel. She did it brilliantly and somehow managed to never go too far. 

How someone like her wasn't in a committed relationship or even married was beyond Steve's comprehension. Karen was twenty-four and he couldn't imagine anyone being more mature or nearly as much fun to be around. Without her help, he wondered if he would have survived the last few months. Losing his wife, his extended family, many of his friends, and having to change his lifestyle had been almost more than he could bear.

Although they spent a lot of time together, they were careful to keep it platonic. They never went out after work unless it was with a group of friends. Steve knew he wasn't looking for a relationship. It was hard enough for him to get out of bed some mornings. Despite her attractiveness, he didn't have many good friends, and was loathe to risk losing another one over his inability to deal with his personal issues by himself. 

The divorce became official on a Friday just over four months after the meeting with Terry's lawyer. His attorney called him at work to give him the news. Steven didn't think that it would affect him after all he'd been through, but quickly found out how wrong he was. The finality of it was devastating. He hung up the phone with shaking hands and quickly left to go to the restroom before he made a fool out of himself in front of everyone. Karen caught him in the hallway.

"Steve, what's wrong?" she asked, concerned. 

"That was my lawyer. Everything's over, I'm single again." He tried to smile, but failed. Retreating into the bathroom to collect himself, he reflected on what it would mean to his life. When he finally emerged, Karen was still waiting and took him to the cafeteria to talk. 

Her expression left no doubt about the concern she felt for him. "Are you all right?" 

"I honestly don't know, Karen. I thought I was ready for this, but I guess I was wrong. I walked out of the tech room and thought I was going to fall flat on my face." Steve stopped talking as he struggled to find words that could express the uncertainty he felt.

"Do you know what you need?" she stated cheerfully, "A night out with a beautiful brunette who is dying to show you a good time." 

Steve smiled at the thought, but tried to beg off. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm not going to be very good company tonight." 

"Nonsense, you've never let me down. I'm glad you're so worried about my feelings, but if you think I'm going to leave my best friend alone on a night like tonight, you're out of your freaking mind." 

He regarded her fondly. She was, incredibly stubborn, but loyal and caring. Steve knew there was no way to get her to leave him alone that night, so he reluctantly agreed to take her out. She told him there was a great Italian restaurant only a couple of a block from her house. Money was tight for him, so she insisted on treating. He considered arguing the point, but knew it would be a waste of his time. The truth was, he wasn't looking forward to going home by himself and couldn't think of anyone he'd rather be with. 

Steve arrived at Karen's apartment just before seven o'clock. He felt strange to be dressed as if he was going out on a date. On the other hand, it felt good to have his mind on trying to be a good companion to Karen instead of on his problems. When she opened the door, it took his breath away. The beautiful dress she wore showed off her slim figure and surprising cleavage. Her hair was long, black, curly and intricately styled, making her look like a woman out of the fashion pages than a co-worker he had never considered as anything but a friend.

He was a little uncomfortable with his obvious attraction to her. It caught him off guard because this was the first time he had seen her in anything other than casual or work clothes. "Wow, you look beautiful," he said in open admiration. 

Karen graciously accepted his complement. "You clean up nicely yourself." They shared a laugh and walked toward the restaurant. 

They were in sight of the front door when a car door opened in front of them and Terry stepped out. Steve came to a dead stop, watching her move elegantly. She was well dressed and looking as beautiful as ever. His impulse was to turn and walk the other way, but Terry saw him first. She looked around in a panic as a well-dressed man stepped around the front of the car and took her arm. 

"Terry, is everything all right?" he asked. 

Steve felt Karen take his arm for support and he walked up to his now ex-wife. "Terry, it's good to see you. I hope you're doing well." He tried not to let his voice shake, he didn't want her to realize the kind of power she still had over him.

She looked at Karen with thinly veiled contempt and promptly ignored her. Looking straight at her ex husband, she said, "I'm doing as well as can be expected. I assume you heard the news today." Her voice betrayed a hint of bitterness.

He regarded her cautiously, unsure what to say. "Yes, my lawyer called late this morning. Are you here for dinner?" He was afraid that in some cosmic joke, she was actually going to the same restaurant. It didn't matter; he had already lost his appetite and was beginning to feel sick.

"No, we have other plans. We are just stopping here," she gestured to the bar two doors down, "For a drink first."

Steve tried to find a quick exit to the uncomfortable conversation. "Well, I don't want to hold you two up and we have reservations. Take care of yourself, Terry." He did his best to sound calm and collected.

Terry looked very uncomfortable, like she wanted to say something, but wasn't sure how. "It...it was nice to see you again, Steve. You take care too."

Karen urged him past the other couple and Steve didn't look back until they reached the door to the restaurant. Terry and her date were nowhere in sight. Karen stopped and glanced over her shoulder. Seeing that they were gone, she turned to him, "Are you all right?"

He tried to answer her, but couldn't catch his breath. He couldn't think of anything except getting off the sidewalk so there was no chance Terry would see him like this. Steve shook off Karen's hand and stumbled past the door to the alleyway. He took a few steps in and leaned against the wall. He felt like he was on the edge of passing out. In shock, he realized he was hyperventilating and couldn't stop. 

There was a soft touch on his shoulder. "Just relax and breathe, it will be Ok. Just concentrate on my voice and breathe in, now out." She continued to talk slowly, calming him until he was finally able to regain control. 

"Karen, I'm sorry, I have to go," he managed to say between gasps.

"The hell you do, you're not going anywhere without me. We're going back to my place right now. Just come with me down the alley and we won't have to go by the bar." She put her arm around him as they walked behind the building, then headed back to her apartment. 

When they walked in the door, Karen ushered him to the couch, then went to get a drink. She came back and sat next to him, concern clearly etched on her face. Steve took a sip of the drink and set it down, anxious to apologize for ruining her night.

"Karen, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I just lost it. When I saw her with that guy..."

Suddenly he tensed as he felt his emotions rising again. Without hesitation, she pulled him close, whispering encouraging words into his ear. Steve was able to stop from falling apart again, but found he had a new problem. He started crying.

The tears flowed freely down his face, with no end in sight. He hadn't cried like that in years, since his Mother passed away in his freshman year of college. It wasn't because he believed it to be a weakness; he just never felt the urge to cry. Now there was no stopping it. Karen ran a hand up and down his back while the other one held the back of his head, her fingers massaging his scalp. She continued talking quietly, telling him things would be all right and to just let it out.

Steve was deeply embarrassed by the situation, but the more he struggled to gain control, the worse it became. His shoulders heaved with each labored breath. Finally, there was a warm touch on his cheek. For a moment, he thought he imagined it, but then it happened again. Soft, warm and tender, he realized it was Karen's lips. She was kissing his cheek, then moved to his forehead. 

Soon she was placing small kisses all over his face. By the time she reached his lips, Steve was lost in the sensation and realized that his previous thoughts of Terry were fading. He didn't even pause to consider what was happening, instead returning her kisses urgently. His tongue searched for hers with a fevered hunger. 

Karen's hand moved to his neck, dragging her fingernails across, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His hands moved up the sides of her gown, stopping at her breasts. He leaned forward, softly biting them through her top. As she moaned, he moved his mouth back up to her shoulder and kissed her skin next to the thin strap of her dress. He continued squeezing her breast with one hand, while the other slid the strap off her shoulder.

Steve was beginning to wonder just who was seducing who as he felt her hand slide down to his crotch, firmly rubbing against the erection that was trapped uncomfortably in his pants. 

With childlike fascination, his index finger caught the loose shoulder strap of her dress and pulled with just enough force to let it fully expose her breast. Her small brown nipples were erect, jutting out from her smallish breasts. Karen's smooth, dark skin was a stark contrast to the fair skin he had become so accustomed to. His fingers dragged across the soft surface of her flesh slowly, allowing him time to enjoy the pleasant sensation. 

He slid down to his knees and took her nipple in his mouth, moving a hand up to slide the rest of her top off. When her left breast came into view, he kissed his way across her chest until he reached the now uncovered mound. Karen's skin had an unfamiliar taste, an exotic mixture of her perfume and perspiration. She moaned with a throaty, lustful tone. The sound was something else he wasn't accustomed to. 

Sliding his hand between her knees, he slowly stroked the inside of her thigh, pushing her skirt higher as he inched upward. He bit her breast softly, as his hand felt the heat between her legs. When he brushed against her panties, Karen opened her legs wider and arched up off the couch, trying to force him to push harder. 

Steve moved back to the couch. As he again kissed her, his tongue brushing softly against hers, he slipped his fingers under the lace top of her panties. Sliding his hand inside until he was cupping her pussy. Gently, he pushed a finger between her outer lips. She was soaking wet; it slid in immediately up to his knuckle, eliciting an uninhibited moan from her. 

He pulled the finger back out, smearing her juices across her lips, then pushed it back in. He repeated the motion until he could hear her breathing become ragged. Then he slid two fingers into her, causing her to whimper. He pushed as deeply as he could, and then rotated his hand, rubbing against her clit with his palm.

Steve knew it was having the desired effect when Karen dug her nails into his arm intensely. She covered his hand with hers, grinding it into her pussy even harder. Her kisses became frantic, her breathing coming in short gasps. She rocked her hips in a sensual rhythm, matching the thrusts of his hand. He moved his lips to her neck, trying to find a spot that would drive her over the edge. 

Soon Steve realized her hips were gyrating so wildly that he couldn't keep up. He stopped the thrusting motion, letting her move against him at the pace she desired. The feeling of her writhing in ecstasy under him was incredible. His fingers stroked the walls of her pussy, searching for a spot that would bring her to orgasm. He knew exactly where to touch Terry, but didn't know how Karen's body would react. 




Fool's Envy Ch. 03



Karen held his hand firmly against her sex and moaned, "Oh Steve, please, just a little longer. I'm almost there." 

He kept his lips pressed against her neck, holding her head still with his hand while he sucked and bit her skin softly. Steve desperately wanted her to cum; it seemed more important than he could ever remember. It was almost like there was something he had to prove. 

He moved his lips close to her ear and whispered, "Karen, you are so sexy, I want you to cum for me. After you do, I'm going to fuck you all night." 

Steve was a little worried about going too far, but had always enjoyed talking dirty to Terry. She always seemed to respond to it and he hoped Karen would as well. It was quickly evident that he didn't need to worry.

"Yes, I'm cumming!" she gasped. "Please keep touching me there...yes!" 

She yelled so loudly, Steve was afraid the neighbors might hear. Her body jerked several times followed by several small tremors, bringing a satisfied smile to his lips. There was nothing as amazing to him as bringing that kind of pleasure to a beautiful woman. It made him feel whole again, at least for a moment.

Her hips slowed until she settled back on the couch. Steve slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them toward his mouth. He caught Karen watching him and on an impulse, held them up to her instead. She looked uncertain for a second, then leaned forward, taking the fingers in her mouth and sensuously sucked. Then she made a show of sticking her tongue out and licking them up and down. If he hadn't already been painfully erect, he knew that would have done the trick. 

When she saw him shift uncomfortably, she smiled. "I'm sorry, did I make you all hard?" she asked in a little girl voice. 

Steve couldn't suppress a laugh. "Yes, and I'm expecting you to make it all better."

Karen got off the couch and pushed him into a sitting position. While Steve unbuttoned his slacks to relieve the discomfort, she stood and slowly eased her dress down her body, letting the elegant view slowly unfold for him. When the garment reached the floor, she gracefully stepped away, leaving her in just panties and high heels. As he looked over her sexy body, Steve wondered if she'd have to do more than breathe on him to make him climax. 

"I want you to take them off for me," she said in a husky voice, looking directly into his eyes. 

Steve leaned forward and ran his palms slowly up the outside of her thighs until he reached her hips, the anticipation of what was to come causing his hands to tremble with excitement. When his thumbs hooked over the sides of her panties, he paused, staring at the incredibly erotic sight before him. 

Her panties were sheer, allowing him to detect a hint of her pubic hair underneath them. Knowing that this was the first time he would see a woman nude since he began dating Terry, Steve put off his pleasure a little longer to savor the moment. He moved off the couch to his knees in front of her and touched his lips to her stomach as he wrapped a finger in one of the sides. He tugged it down until it showed most of one hip and just the top of her manicured bush. He stopped pulling and kissed her bare hip, then moved his lips tantalizingly close to her mound before traveling back up to her navel. She moaned in frustration, digging her fingers into his scalp.

He moved his attention to the other side and lowered it as well. When her bare hip was exposed, he wasted no time moving his lips to it, then dragged his tongue slowly toward her mons, this time sticking his tongue out and running it through the top of her bush. She moaned louder and held his head in place as he continued running his tongue back and forth through her pubic hair, delighting in the distinctive sensation. 

The scent of her arousal was overwhelming and Steve let his tongue dip lower, anxious to taste her for the first time. His tongue reached the edge of her outer labia, darting down to her clitoris, eliciting a deep approving groan from Karen. He pulled the thong down her legs, following its path with his tongue trailing down the inside of her leg. 

"No," she softly protested at the interruption. 

Steve smiled, her reaction telling him that he was in control. When his hands pulled the panties to the floor, she stepped out of them quickly anxious for him to continue. He surprised her by urging her back until she was leaning against the wall. He slid her right leg over his shoulder, giving him full access to her sex. He used his tongue to trace her outer labia, running his thumb across her sensitive anus. Karen's sharp intake of breath was followed by her legs beginning to tremble. 

As his tongue moved back to her clit, Steve pushed his index finger into her moist channel. He immediately pulled it out and gently pushed the tip into her anus, causing the trembling to escalate. He pushed a little deeper, then began a thrusting motion, not wanting to push too far in case this was new for her. At the same time, his lips locked around her clit and he alternated between stroking it with his tongue and pinching it with his lips.

Karen had never experienced anything like what Steve was doing to her. The sensations had already gone beyond what she had hoped for. Now she just was trying to hold on, not knowing what tender torture he would put her through next. Her breathing quickened and a soft whine escaped her lips as her orgasm approached. She was leaning heavily against the wall for support as she felt the first wave hit her, helpless to do anything but close her eyes and ride out the sensation. 

Steve could feel her reach the edge. The sounds she was making and the way her body undulated left no doubt. Her legs gave out as the orgasm overtook her, causing him to shift quickly to keep her from falling. It lasted longer than he could believe, with Karen bucking and moaning uncontrollably. As soon as he felt her regain her balance, he slid away, letting her stand on her own again. He stood and kissed her again, taking the opportunity to dispose of his remaining clothes.

Not being able to wait another second, Steve hooked his hand under her knee and slid the tip of his cock between her lips, feeling it sink just inside her. They both made guttural sounds as they felt a sense of harmony to their bodies joining. He tried to go slowly, but felt an overwhelming desire to be completely inside this incredible woman. 

The internal struggle was answered when Karen brought her lips near his ear and whispered, "Fuck me Steve . . . please fuck me now."

He pushed in one, smooth movement until he was buried completely inside her pussy. He paused as they looked into each other's eyes. She nodded, almost imperceptibly, urging him to hurry. Steve understood the signal and began thrusting, using long strokes as they kissed again, both lost in the passion of the moment. 

They continued their frantic coupling, both seeking to fulfill the fantasies they had been hiding from each other for months. Karen's hands moved up and down his back, seeking some way to express her desire for him. Her breathing had become more ragged than in either of the first two orgasms. His cock felt perfect inside her, like nothing she had ever dreamed possible. Every thrust seemed to push her closer to an inevitable climax that was beyond anything she had experienced.

Steve couldn't think of anything except how her body felt against him. Her breasts touching his chest, her hands stroking his back, how wet and tight her pussy felt on his prick. Nothing about her reminded him of Terry, so he was able to surrender to the fervor of the moment. However, he could feel his orgasm approaching, so he tried to hold out to push her to one final sexual peak. 

He looked at her imploringly. "I'm going to cum, Karen. Please do it with me." 

He felt her fingers wrap themselves in his hair and she answered by moaning louder. She kissed him wildly, her tongue swirling around his. Steve moved his mouth to her neck, just below her ear, where he began running his tongue up and down, desperate to push her to climax with him. 

When Steve felt his body pass the point of no return, he gambled that she was close enough and began thrusting faster. His hips became a blur as he continued accelerating, crashing into her as fast as possible. 

"I'm cumming," he warned her, not sure if she wanted him to pull out, unsure if he could have made himself do so.

Again she decided for him by wrapping her free leg behind him, trapping his hips against hers as he felt his orgasm overtake him. Blast after blast was forced inside her, as Steve came with a fury he couldn't ever remember experiencing. His last frenzied thrusts triggered Karen's orgasm, which completely overwhelmed her. Her legs gave out and Steve sank to the floor, unable to support them both, and fell to his back, still locked together with Karen. Her body shook uncontrollably as she lay on top of him, the waves of her climax lasting well beyond what she felt earlier.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, Steve tenderly brushed her hair away from her face, reveling in her beauty and her passion. He kissed her, finally taking the time to explore her lips. They touched each other with an innocence that seemed out of place after the wild lovemaking they had just engaged in. 

"I think we should try the bedroom," Karen suggested wryly, causing Steve to laugh uncontrollably. 

She reluctantly pushed herself away from him and they collected their clothes and walked down the hallway of her apartment. When they reached the bedroom, they stumbled inside and collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.

As they lay next to each other, Steve wasn't sure what to say. "Karen, that was amazing. You're incredible."

She smiled and kissed his ear. "You weren't so bad yourself." As soon as the glib remark left her lips, Karen regretted it. After what he had gone through, she knew his ego must have been fragile. The sarcasm she normally used to keep anyone from knowing how she felt seemed wrong under the circumstances. Although she couldn't tell him how strongly she felt about him, it seemed important to be honest about what just happened.

She paused, weighing what she was about to say, then looked at him intently. "Steve, you were wonderful. I've never felt like that before." 

Steve blushed at the compliment. He had a few moments to bask in her companionship before the gravity of the situation became clear. 

'What the fuck did I just do?' he thought frantically. 'Twenty minutes after I felt like I was going to die at the sight of Terry, I'm having sex with another woman?' He hoped he wasn't unintentionally using Karen to get over his ex-wife. He cared deeply about her and she deserved better than being his rebound relationship.

He decided to put those thoughts off until tomorrow as she fell asleep with her head on his shoulder, trying to dwell on how content he felt for the first time in months.

~~~~~

"Good morning, sunshine," Karen cheerfully said, waking Steve from a deep sleep. "You were so out of it that I was able to go get coffee and bagels. I was about to check to make sure you had a pulse." He slowly crawled out of bed and joined her for breakfast. 

He enjoyed the morning with her, although there was no repeat of the passion from the previous night. They talked cheerfully, being careful to stay away from any discussion about the possible change in their relationship caused by the previous night's activities. Steve finally left just after noon, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. As he awkwardly kissed her, he felt more confused than ever. He was so lost in his thoughts; he didn't notice her expression as he left.

Karen called several times that night, but Steve didn't pick up, trying to find some kind of answer within himself before talking to her. It worked until Sunday afternoon. He was sitting in his living room, when there was a knock at the door. He opened it to find Karen, her eyes red from crying. 

'How can this shit just continue to keep getting worse?' he sighed.

"Karen, are you all right?" he said, already knowing the answer. 

"No, Steve, I'm not all right." 

She pushed past him and sat on the edge of the bed. "I shared an incredible night with someone who is very important to me, and the next day he couldn't get away fast enough. When you left, I'm surprised you didn't shake my hand instead of that pathetic kiss. Then you blow off my phone calls. Is this what I should expect this week at work, you completely ignoring me? I think I deserve better."

Steve was devastated to have hurt her and scrambled for a way to explain his actions. "Of course you deserve better. I wasn't sure how to act. I'm sorry that I handled it so badly." He took her hand and stroked it gently. "The way you made me feel Friday night was amazing. I think it was too good." She looked at him, clearly confused.

"I'm so sorry. I just wasn't ready to feel like that. It felt so perfect that I didn't know how to handle it. I care about you very deeply and don't want you to get hurt because of how messed up I am right now. You are very important to me and I don't know what the hell I'm feeling. I'm having trouble dealing with how badly things went with Terry. I don't know how I could handle screwing this up with you."

The tears she was fighting flowed freely as she pulled her face into his shoulder. Quietly, she whispered, "I love you."

Steve's stomach did a flip as he tried to digest that. "Karen, I..." She put a finger against his lips to stop him.

"Steve, I need to be honest with you." She took a deep breath to steady herself. "I've been attracted to you from the day you hired me. Every time I ran into you at work or at a function, I felt it stronger. For a while, I tried to avoid you because I was afraid of the way I was feeling. I knew you were married and I didn't think you would possibly be interested."

She looked at him sadly, reliving a painful memory. "When everyone was talking at work about you leaving Terry, I never doubted for a second that she must have done something terrible to you. It was difficult because a part of me couldn't stop thinking about how I felt, but I knew how lonely you must have been and had to be there for you."

Karen wiped away her tears and continued. "I never meant for anything to happen between us, but when I saw how upset you were Friday, I couldn't help it. I understood it would make things awkward, but I wasn't ready for the way you acted yesterday. If you don't want to be anything more than friends, I will do my best to live with it. I want you in my life, no matter what." She bowed her head as she finished.

Steve was stunned at the confession. "I had no idea. I never thought you saw me like that." He couldn't stop himself from smiling. "When I saw you walk out your door Friday, I started doubting my ability to restrain myself." She brightened a little at the compliment.

"Karen, I like you, very much. I'm just having so many problems right now; I don't know how I can be fair to you. When you walked in, you said you deserved better. I had the exact same thought when you fell asleep Friday night. I held you and thought about how I would feel if you got hurt because of what's going on with me. It scared me. I hope you can understand that." 

She braced herself and stared intently at him. "I need you to stop worrying about me and how you 'might' hurt me someday. Let me know what you want to do and I'll take care of myself, all right?" When he nodded, she continued. "There is something that you need to do, and I'd like you to do it today."

"What's that?" he asked, willing to do almost anything to make up for how he had slighted her.

"Talk to Terry and figure out if you're really over her." As Steve opened his mouth to object, she held up her hand to silence him again, then went on. "It's obvious you still love her. After you talk to her, if you feel like you're ready to move on, then we can talk about us, even if nothing can happen for now. If you decide that you want to wait around until you feel like you can give her another chance, I will do my best to accept it. However, I won't put up with this denial you're going through. It's not fair to me, and it's not fair to either of you."

Steve tried to protest, but she was intractable. "You need to talk to Terry to deal with your feelings. There's no way you would have reacted like you did Friday if part of you didn't still love her. I've never been so scared in my life, but if you did want to be with me without ever talking to her, it would make me feel like your second choice and I'd know that someday you could change your mind and just walk away from me."

"Karen, that would never happen," he said emphatically. 

Despite his strong denial, Steve knew there was some truth to what she was saying. Over the months since he left home, he had often questioned his own motives for the way he chose to end things. He wondered if there wasn't some part of him that wanted to give Terry another chance. He had loved her so much, then just cut her out of his life over the course of a couple of days. It seemed like the right decision at the time, but he had come to doubt almost all of his choices since her fascination with the neighbors began.

Then he looked at Karen, noting the concern evident in her expression. She looked so fragile and afraid that he just wanted to hold her. The way she had helped him through the last few months made him feel closer to her than he thought possible under the circumstances. Despite the uncertainty of his feelings for Terry, the thought of possibly losing Karen was crushing. He felt trapped without a way to escape that wouldn't involve hurting someone, especially himself.

Steve reluctantly grabbed his cell phone and dialed. It rang a couple of times, before a nervous voice said, "Hello." 

"Terry, it's Steve." He looked at Karen, who squeezed his leg encouragingly. "I wondered if I might be able to stop by to talk...if you don't have plans," he added hastily. 

There was silence on the other end for a second, before the quiet response came. "I'm free tonight if you want to stop by." 

When he hung up, he looked at Karen, who was trying to appear supportive. Despite her insistence that Steve needed to talk to Terry to work out some inner demons, she really was afraid. There was no doubt in her mind that this was the man she wanted to spend her life with, but she knew she could lose him either to his ex-wife, or his inability to work through the pain of their breakup. She decided that what was most important to her was his happiness, and she'd support him as long as he was trying to work toward it.

Steve tried to think of something to say to comfort her. Because of her confession, he knew how difficult her advice must have been. It was incredibly selfless, reminding him of what an amazing woman she really was. He felt guilty, knowing she would be sitting alone for the next few hours, driving herself crazy thinking about what might be happening. Not knowing what else he could do, Steve held her tightly and kissed her, reassuring her that everything would be all right. He tried to convince himself as well.

~~~~~

As Steve's car pulled into the driveway, he idly wondered what it would feel like to be a visitor to this house. He parked in the driveway and slowly walked to the door. He rang the doorbell and nervously waited. When it opened, he realized how difficult this talk was going to be. Although dressed casually, Terry looked as beautiful as ever, instantly igniting a hundred good memories inside him. She invited him in, appearing cautiously hopeful at his unexpected visit.

When he was seated on the couch, she asked, "Would you like a drink?" 

"Yeah, could I have a beer please?" he said, not really wanting it, but feeling the need to have something to focus his attention on.




Fool's Envy Ch. 03



Terry came back a couple of minutes later with two drinks and took a seat across from him. The two fidgeted as they stared blankly at each other. "Why did you want to talk today?" she finally asked, staring at her drink.

"I guess it's because of Friday," Steve answered weakly. "I couldn't have imagined running into you like that and I felt like we needed to clear the air a little."

Terry got a little defensive, "Look, you don't owe me an explanation. We're divorced and we both went out with people." She looked up at him, "You haven't talked to me in months, I just don't understand why now."

He took a deep breath, suddenly regretting the way he had avoided her. "Terry, I'm sorry that I never gave you a chance to tell me your side of things before. No matter how I felt, you were my wife and I loved you. The way I acted was wrong." He paused, watching for her reaction. 

When she didn't add anything, he continued. "About the woman I was with, it wasn't a date. Karen is a friend from work who has been helping me cope with all this. When I found out about the divorce being final, I was upset so she insisted on us going out to get my mind off of it."

She looked up at him hopefully, "She's just a friend?"

Now it was Steve's turn to look at his glass. He watched it intently as it turned in his fingers. He didn't want to tell her everything, but felt she deserved his honesty. 

"She was just a friend. After I saw you, I was kind of upset so we skipped dinner. Things happened after that, I didn't mean for them to, but now everything's more complicated." 

Terry was silent as Steve grappled with what to say next. Finally, she spoke softly, "Mine wasn't a date either." She looked into his eyes, as if she was trying to decipher his reaction. "His parents are friends with my mom and dad. He was in town for the weekend and my mom thought I shouldn't be alone so asked me to go out with him. When I saw you, I was so embarrassed. I didn't want you to think I'd just be out dating the night the divorce went through."

"It really wasn't a date?" he asked, unsure of why he felt compelled to know.

She continued to stare at him with a determined look. "I haven't dated anyone and I'm not going to date anyone. I love you and I don't want to see anyone else. I know you don't believe me because of what I did, but it's the truth."

Steve continued to feel his guts twisting. Her pain was so obvious; it was making him extremely uncomfortable. From what he had been told he had expected her to feel like this, but it was entirely different to hear her say it. 

"Terry, I don't know what to say. I didn't come here to make you feel bad; I just...I just can't seem to figure out what to do. I want to be able to move on, but I don't know how. When I saw you, I..."

She leaned forward, "You what?"

Something snapped and Steve let everything spill out. "I felt like someone stuck a knife in me and was twisting it. I saw you with him and I couldn't take it. It's the same thing as when they called me about the divorce, I thought I was going to pass out." He stopped, suddenly worried he that he was saying too much.

Terry was quiet for a minute. She never took her eyes off her drink. "Now you know how I've felt every day since you left." There was silence between them for a minute before she spoke again.

"I want you to know that I talked to my family about everything. It wasn't right for them to be upset with you just because you were too good a man to tell them what I did. I don't know what they'll do, but I made sure that Mom and Dad understood."

Steve looked at her gratefully. "Thank you. That really means a lot to me. I can live with what anyone else thinks, but their opinion is really important to me. I still don't expect to be invited to Christmas dinner." 

They both laughed quietly, the sound surprising to both. Steve was caught off guard that she would do something like that, considering there was no upside for her. It was out of character for the way she had been behaving over the last few months of their marriage. It was good to see that side of her again; it made him feel something unexpected. 

"Terry, I swear I'm not asking this to hurt you," Steve paused, seeing her fearful expression. He tried to give her a reassuring look before he continued; "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Can you try to tell me why you did it? I've tried everything I can think of to deal with what happened, but I still can't. I thought maybe if I understood..." he trailed off, concerned he might have pushed too far.

She thought quietly for a moment, debating what to say. Was he trying to trick her to give himself an opportunity to get even? She studied his face and decided that kind of maliciousness was beyond him. He looked like he was hurting as badly as he was the day they met in her lawyer's office. 

He would never be able to understand how much his words hurt her that day. It might not have been as bad if she hadn't said every one of the same things to herself. He confirmed every hateful thing she felt about herself and what she had done. The only thing she'd been able to hold on to was the thought that he had done it too, so he couldn't judge her. When she found out he had turned Jackie down, it was utterly devastating.

"I tried to apologize to you about it for over a month and you wouldn't even return my phone calls. Would it really make any difference now?" she asked with some bitterness.

"It would to me," he said. He tried to let down his defenses, hoping she could understand how much he needed to know.

Now it was Terry's turn to let down her defenses. It didn't seem like a big gamble. Was there any way he could hurt her more than she already had been? 

"I'll tell you anything you want to know. I want you to understand that I'm doing it because it's the only thing you've asked from me since you left and I would do anything to take away some of the pain I caused you." She took a deep breath, preparing herself to say things out loud that had been killing her to even think about.

"You know that Jackie and I had been teasing each other about how great our husbands were for months. It started small, but by the end, we talked about everything, even how many times we came during sex." She looked embarrassed, but was determined to not hold anything back. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she held out a slim hope that there was still some way back from this catastrophe.

"The first night I watched them, I told her that you made me have more orgasms than any other wife. She told me how spectacular Ted was and dared me to listen so I could hear for myself." She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and sniffed loudly. 

"It sounds so stupid now. I would give anything for the chance to take it back. When I walked to their door, I noticed that it was open a little and I could see them in the mirror. I never even considered that she did it on purpose. Something went through me that I've never felt before. It was so dirty, so wrong and I felt like I was on fire." 

"Afterwards, I came home feeling really confused. I was still turned on, so I tried to get you to have sex with me, but you were angry. It hurt so much to not be able to share how I felt with you. 

A few days later, we finally made love and it was wonderful. But after you went to bed, I thought about what I saw and I couldn't stop myself from masturbating. I think that's when I knew I was really lost. It was like a drug, no matter how wrong it was, every time I saw those images all I had to do was touch myself and I came. But afterwards, I felt disgusted with myself for feeling that way." Terry stopped, unable to continue because of her sobs. 

Steve couldn't stop himself from moving next to her and putting his arm around her shoulder. She gratefully accepted the gesture and put her head against his chest, finding comfort in his familiar embrace. When she gathered herself enough to continue, she pulled away from him and smiled weakly.

"I did everything I could to make it up to you without confessing. I was ashamed and wanted to feel like you were forgiving me. But when Jackie asked me to come back, I couldn't say no. It started like the time before, but they both knew I was there and asked me to come in. I almost walked away, I swear I did, but I gave in. I sat across from them and watched them while they watched me. When they were through, I was so embarrassed I ran from the house and came home."

"That's the night you woke me up with sex," Steve said, trying not to sound like he was condemning her.

Terry nodded. "It made me feel so much better about what happened to be with you that I promised myself I wouldn't go back again. I still wanted to try some of those things, but I only wanted to do them with you."

Steve looked at her, obviously confused. "So how did you get from there to wanting to have sex with Ted?"

" I already told you, it was like I was an addict. I wanted to watch them again so much and I wanted you to be there, but I was afraid you'd say no. I thought you'd think there was something wrong with me. After we tried some of the things Jackie suggested..." she paused, realizing that she had never confessed that the week of wild exploring hadn't been her idea.

He touched Terry's cheek, tilting her face up to look at her eyes. "I already know about that. Jackie told me while we were at their house. Please tell me the rest."

Terry let out a relieved sigh. "She had been right about everything. Watching them made me turned on like she said. The toys and my masturbating for you seemed to make you just as turned on. She said that the safest way to take the next step was for her to try to seduce you. If you were interested, she would let you know about watching and you could watch me with Ted while you two . . . you know." 

"If you said no, she'd just say it was all her idea and you wouldn't be angry with me. It wasn't even that I wanted to be with him, but there was something so erotic about what happened and I thought going further would make it that much more exciting. She was sure you'd be so turned on that you'd be willing to try anything and it would open us up to brand-new things. She gave me the signal, so I thought you told her it was Ok." She looked at him with utter sadness. 

"I never told her it was Ok," Steve responded. "But I did let her think I'd be willing to let you try it. I had to find out if you'd really do it." He looked away, ashamed at the way his plan had turned out. "I'm sorry. I wish I'd told her no and made you leave. I just thought that if you were willing to do that, then it didn't matter anymore." 

"There is nothing for you to apologize about," Terry said through her tears. "This is all my fault. I'm the one who put us in this situation. It was just sex, nobody was supposed to get hurt. I was just so caught up in it that I convinced myself that Jackie was right. Now I can see how ridiculous it was. The biggest joke of all was that without you being there, it lost all it's appeal." 

"I threw everything away, and it was for nothing."

Steve took her in his arms again, "You made a mistake. When I was younger, there were some things I did that I'm not proud of either. I understand how you were feeling; I just wish you had come to me first. I wouldn't have judged you, but I would never have gone along with Ted and Jackie either. I've gone had my wild times, and that's just not what I want anymore."

"The reason that I was so turned on by the things you were doing was that I was enjoying watching you take risks for me. You were doing things because you wanted me to get aroused, it was incredibly flattering and I loved you for it. I wish we hadn't waited to try those things."

They sat in silence for several minutes with her staying locked in his arms. Steve felt like he was drowning in all the painful thoughts when her voice shocked him out of his reverie.

"You could give me another chance." 

Steve had been afraid of her saying something like that. It was one of the reasons he had avoided talking to her. "It's not that simple, Terry."

"I didn't say it was simple, but you and I are both miserable without each other. I made a horrible mistake and I'll never forgive myself. You were everything I ever wanted and I blew it because I thought it would be fun to be like Jackie. I was so stupid." She finally broke down and cried without making any effort to stop.

Steve gently caressed her face to brush away her tears, the way he had done hundreds of times over the previous six years. He looked into her eyes and was overwhelmed by her pain. It caused a flood of memories to rush through his mind. The night they met, the first time they made love, their beautiful wedding followed by a night full of more passion than he could have imagined. 

There were so many wonderful memories, so many plans for the future. Their talk of having children and how they would provide for them. Saving for the future while still enjoying the present.

He couldn't take it anymore, feeling driven to do something. Without thinking, he leaned forward and kissed Terry. He didn't plan it, but when he looked into her eyes, so full of sadness, he couldn't stop himself. He kissed her face, tasting her tears. They were salty and for some reason he couldn't describe, they tasted like her. 

When Terry responded, it caused their actions to escalate out of control. Steve was hugging her, then realized that his hands were on her breasts. She leaned back and he moved with her as they clawed at each other's clothes, desperate to relieve the pain and frustration of the last four months. 

"Steve, I love you," she said, wrapping her arms around him.

"I love you too, Terry," he answered. 

As they continued to kiss, Steve could feel himself slipping away, lost in the moment. He thought about how good she felt and how much he missed her. He was within seconds of losing control completely when he had a moment of clarity. It was like time stopped and he could see everything at once. He saw his life with Terry, their breakup, the last few months, his friendship with Karen and this entire weekend. 

He remembered Karen's fearful expression and thought about her sitting at his apartment, waiting for him to come back. At the same time, he saw Terry's tear-filled face, appearing completely remorseful in front of him. Instantly, he knew where he wanted to be, and with whom. Steve sat up and pulled her with him, holding her face in his hands. 

"Terry, I have to tell you something . . . "

~~~~~

Ten months later

Steve was standing at the door, hearing sounds from the room just beyond that were unmistakable. He reached forward to push it open, even though he knew he didn't want to see what was on the other side. As it swung inward, he saw a dark room with one bright light illuminating the bed in the center. There on the bed was Terry, on her hands and knees being pounded from behind by Ted. 

She looked over with lust clouding her features and said, "Yes, please fuck me like a real man. I've been waiting so long..."

He jolted upright in bed, covered in sweat, not knowing where he was. He couldn't be sure, but it was possible that he screamed. It was strange like that, he always had the same dream and sometimes would wake himself verbally, almost as if he couldn't take the images and was doing it out of self-defense. As he sat trying to collect his senses, a soft hand touched his shoulder.

"Are you Ok sweetheart? Just take a deep breath. It'll be all right." 

He tried to relax, letting her soothing touches bring down the anxiety. "It's got to be the wedding. Ever since we set a date, I keep having the fucking dream every night."

"I know," she answered, "but you just have to make it to Thursday. You'll see the therapist that Alan recommended. He'll be able to help." 

Alan was a friend of hers from college. They had been at his wedding a couple of weeks earlier. He had fallen in love with an attractive secretary he met at work. While they were talking to the happy couple, Alan asked his wife Stacy for the number of a counselor that was working with their friend. He was supposed to be very good and Alan said he helped her through a serious emotional problem. 

The soft voice continued to try to calm Steve down. "You've been dealing with this by yourself for way too long. Seeing someone is going to make a big difference. I honestly believe it's going to help you; and us." 

He turned and looked into her beautiful brown eyes. She had a way of staring through him like it was her goal in life to love him. No matter how screwed up he'd been, she stood by him and loved him without complaint. Seeing a shrink, even though it went against his nature, was the least he could do for her. Steve ran a hand through her curly hair, and reassured her that he was all right.

Looking at her like this made him feel guilty. She deserved so much, but it just wasn't his to give yet. The events of a year ago had shattered him in a way that he hadn't been able to fully come back from. He believed that loving your wife with all your heart was enough to make your life happy. Steve had followed this belief like a religious zealot, unshakable in his faith. It gave him strength and confidence in his marriage; in himself. 

Once that had been broken, it hadn't been possible to feel the same again, no matter how patient and loving she was. A part of him was gone and he didn't know if it would ever be the same again, no matter how much he wanted to be like he was before. He was angry and frustrated for not being able to give her what she deserved. At the same time he was in awe of how deeply she cared. It gave him the strength to keep trying, no matter what.

As they settled back into bed she said, "I love you Steve."

"I love you too, Karen."

Steve continued to stare at her, feeling a twinge of guilt for the one white lie he told her the night he spoke to Terry. When he came back to the apartment, he said that everything went fine. He took one look at Karen's loving, trusting face and knew there was no way he could ever tell her how difficult his decision had been that day. Although the answer seemed obvious now, at the time it had been almost impossible to choose.

The thing that had tipped the scale was looking into Terry's contrite expression and comparing it with the way Karen had looked when he left. Terry loved him and was sad beyond words about her mistake. Karen had looked at him with nothing but love and trust. Although Steve wanted to believe Terry would never do anything like that again if he decided to take her back, the fact that she had done it in the first place fundamentally changed the way he felt about her. 

Although he still loved her so much it hurt to think about her, the prospect of trusting her again seemed impossible. When he touched her and kissed her, he knew he was reliving the past. Karen was his future.

Steve knew things had gone too far with Karen to put off choosing while he tried to decide what was right, so he trusted his gut. The woman waiting for him back at his apartment loved him enough to send him to Terry's despite the risk. She wanted him to be happy, even if she had to take the chance of losing him. That look of fear and love stayed in his mind. If she loved him that much, there was hope that he could trust again.

The bond he had developed with Karen helped him see things from a different perspective. Staying with her out of guilt or because of their past would have ended badly. There was just too much damage done to ever recover what they had. He realized that leaving was the best thing for both of them.

Since then, Steve tried to take things slowly with Karen, not wanting to make any mistakes with her. However, they seemed so perfect for each other, it was like holding back a raging river with your bare hands. Two weeks earlier he proposed, despite knowing the hard work ahead of him in order to recover from the devastation of his first marriage. Karen had been thrilled, more than happy to take the good with the bad. 




Fool's Envy Ch. 03



They set the date for eight months from the proposal, hoping it would be enough time for him to continue his recovery. Steve promised himself he would do anything to help him give Karen all his love without reservations, even seeing the counselor her friend recommended. After all, Karen gave herself to him completely, allowing herself to be totally vulnerable. He was slowly finding he could give her that kind of love in return.

Steve shook his head, trying to clear the melancholy thoughts. He looked at Karen, her eyes now closed with a peaceful look on her face. There was no doubt in his mind; she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. 

No, there's no way she'll ever know how close it was, he thought. After how much she's given me, I owe her that.

He smiled weakly and whispered again, "I love you, Karen." Then he gave her a kiss, grateful to have a second chance at happiness. 

~~~~~

Steve wasn't aware that at that same moment on the other side of town, Terry couldn't sleep and was heading to the kitchen for a drink. As she walked by the window in the second floor hallway, her eyes wandered to the house down the street. She froze, realizing that the scene looked exactly the way it had the first night she left Ted and Jackie's house after watching them, starting her on this path. Without thinking, she wiped a tear away from her eye with the back of her hand as she recalled the feeling of excitement mixed with the emptiness she felt when she had walked home, accompanied only by the street lights. 

Only now, when it was too late, she understood that the emptiness had been her body's way of warning her that something was wrong. Lost in the excitement at the time, she chose to ignore the signs. Terry softly cursed as she walked downstairs to the kitchen. She sat in her chair at the table where she and Steve had shared meals for most of their marriage and faced his chair. 

"You know I love you more than anything, don't you?" she said, imagining he could hear. These 'conversations' had been happening on a fairly regular basis, helping her cope with the emptiness in her life. "If you gave me another chance, I'd show you how sorry I am. There is no way I'd ever let you down again." She paused and sobbed quietly. 

"I don't know what to do without you." Terry crossed her arms on the table and lowered her head to them. She quietly cried until sleep mercifully came some time later.

*

Due to the number of comments I received requesting I explore Terry's life after the story, I have written the sequel to this piece. If you enjoyed this story, please try Fool's Reward to see what happens next.

Thanks to everyone for their comments. They are most appreciated and helpful.



Fool's Envy



The only problem was, I couldn't get the image of Ted out of my mind. How strong and handsome he was, how dominating he had been, or how big his cock really was. I didn't doubt any of Jackie's orgasms. It surprised me that she had been able to walk the next day. Even as I thought about ways I could surprise Steve, I couldn't shake the memory of last night or the discomfort it still caused me. I wasn't sure if I felt awkward because I was embarrassed about my behavior or if it was something else.

I left work early and had Steve's favorite meal waiting for him when he got home at six o'clock. I could tell he was still in a bad mood, so I didn't try to seduce him like I had hoped. I just sat with him talking quietly, making sure he knew there wasn't anywhere I'd rather be. 

It took a couple more days for things to get back to normal between us. Friday night, we finally made love. It wasn't romance and fireworks, but it felt good to have him inside me again. As I was falling asleep afterward, a memory from Tuesday came unbidden to my mind. The image of Ted pushing himself into Jackie as she screamed in ecstasy kept me locked in my half-awake state. As the scene played out in my mind, my hand instinctively went to my pussy and I began touching myself. 

I still hadn't fully realized what I was doing or that Steve might not be asleep yet. When I finally was awake enough to think about what I was doing, I was too far gone to stop. I tried to keep from making any sound as I brought myself to an orgasm far more quickly and stronger than the one I enjoyed with my husband a little earlier. Afterwards, I settled into an uneasy sleep, thoughts of what was happening to me haunting my dreams.

~~~~~ 

When Jackie invited me back the following Thursday, I politely declined. I couldn't seem to get my emotions under control. Part of me felt unsure of myself because everything seemed upside down. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time and didn't know how to deal with it. I had always been a good girl and these feelings were foreign to me. Another week didn't make much difference, except that I seemed to be thinking about the scene in my neighbor's bedroom even more.

The next week, Jackie repeated her invitation. I tried not to sound too excited when I said yes, not wanting her to think I expected a repeat of last time, although secretly I was hoping she would offer. It made me feel dirty, but incredibly excited as well. I wondered if this was what being an addict felt like. I wanted to see them so badly that I began masturbating when Steve wasn't around. It made me wonder what had come alive in me, and if I'd be able to get it under control again.

I got to Jackie's house around seven and we caught up on the last two weeks worth of gossip. The topic eventually steered back around to my last visit, and I sheepishly admitted how it had affected me. 

"I'm not saying that Steve isn't a better lover, but watching you two was incredible."

She smiled knowingly, "I could tell you were enjoying yourself." Seeing my look of confusion, she chided, "You know a mirror works both ways, right?"

I blushed, feeling completely humiliated that she had seen me behave like that. "Oh Jackie, I'm sorry, I just got carried away." I tried to think of something to say, but couldn't imagine any words that would make me look like less of a slut.

"Hey, I'm not mad. I take it as a compliment that watching us made you that hot. The only thing I wish is that I could have told Ted. I had one of the best orgasms I've ever had thinking about you watching us. It was incredibly erotic."

I was relieved that she wasn't upset or thought I was acting like a silly teenager. Slowly, I told her about the things I'd been thinking about for the past couple of weeks, and how it had been affecting my sex life as well.

"That's only natural Terry. Any time you experiment with something sexual, it's going to spill over into the rest of your life. Ted and I have tried a lot of stuff to keep our marriage fresh, and whether it's looking at movies, reading stories, role playing, or even using toys, it has always made everything else seem more exciting."

I felt embarrassed again, "Sometimes I feel like such a rube. Steve and I have never done any of that. Sex is great, so neither of us has tried anything wild to spice it up."

Jackie looked at me with compassion. "A lot of people don't experiment, or at least until much later in their marriage. It doesn't make you a 'rube'. I think Steve would get the same kind of high you're on right now if you could get him to try some of the things we've done. I can lend you some 'items' that aren't too outrageous if you want to give them a try."

I promised to think about it, but wasn't sure how to broach the subject with Steve. There was no doubt that I wanted him to feel the way I had for the last couple of weeks. I was already happy in our marriage, but these feelings were definitely something that I had never anticipated. If he only felt half as excited as I did, it would still be incredible for us.

"Well, Ted gets off work a little early tonight, so if you'd like a second chance to see us in action, I think I can arrange something." She gave me a knowing wink as I felt my stomach turn in anticipation of seeing them in action again. 

The mixed feelings came back to me immediately. Why did something so nasty make me so aroused? Even as I felt myself getting turned on at the thought, I felt the recriminations of my conscience. Part of it was that I didn't want to do anything that would make Steve upset. Part of it was some voice inside me saying that it was wrong. The third voice (the one making my pussy wet) won out. 

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to do it one more time," I said with a smile.

When Ted got home around nine, I went out to my hiding place on the porch again. After five or ten minutes, I went in and quietly crept to their room. The door was open about six inches and I had a great view of them already getting out of their clothes. Jackie was wearing red silk panties with white lace trim. She had a matching bra, but Ted had pushed it up so that her breasts were exposed. He was mauling them both, leaving marks as he roughly squeezed.

Jackie seemed to be enjoying his aggressiveness as she sat down on the bed, allowing him to force her mouth over his exposed prick. I watched in awe as she took him in her mouth and in three tries slid her lips down his shaft until they reached his pubic hair. I had never deep-throated Steve. He was about the same length as Ted, but not nearly as wide. I made a mental note to ask how she did that later.

Ted seemed to be possessed; he grabbed her head and began thrusting between her lips. The way he used her was so dirty, it turned me on for a reason that I couldn't begin to fathom. I could feel the wetness seeping into my panties. I had worn a skirt today in case I had another chance to watch them. My hand slid down between my breasts, then slowly I reached under my skirt and moved up my thigh to my damp underwear. 

As I watched Ted push his wife away and thrust his fingers down the front of her panties, I matched his movements. I felt my fingers brush my clit, then move lower, my middle finger slipping past my labia and sinking inside of me. I groaned as it went in, feeling the pleasure course through me. My other hand moved to my buttons, trying to free my breasts. By the time I started pinching my nipples, Ted had moved his mouth to Jackie's pussy. I watched him use long, leisurely strokes with his tongue, making her squirm with pleasure as I added a second finger to my own pussy. I could feel my orgasm building as Ted inserted the tip of his index finger into Jackie's ass, causing her to moan loudly. My knees buckled as the first wave hit me causing me to bump into the wall. I stopped, hoping I hadn't alerted Ted to my presence. 

As I cautiously peered back into their room, I heard Jackie's voice call out, "It's OK Terry, he knows you're here. Why don't you come in here so we can see you too?" 

My mind spun as I tried to consider all the ramifications of my next move. I was trembling at the thought of going into their room for a better look, but knew it was crossing a far bigger line than I ever intended. Standing there for what seemed like an eternity, I fought the temptation to give in, not wanting to do something I couldn't live with. I realized that it was a moot point as I looked down, startled to see my fingers still buried in my pussy. 

The truth was, I had already gone too far and knew I wanted more. I reached for the door handle, knowing the second I touched it, there wouldn't be any going back. 

Ted's voice broke my reverie, "Come on Terry, it's no fair that you get to peak but we don't."

His logic was obviously flawed, but I used it to make myself feel better as I pushed open the door. I nervously entered the room, looking at the couple for the first time without the mirror. They were both dripping with sweat, Ted still on top of Jackie with his mouth covering her pussy. With a smile, she gestured over to a chair across from the bed. "Terry, just sit over there, you'll get a much better view."

As I obediently followed her orders, I realized that my breasts were still uncovered. Self-consciously, I held my arm up in front of them as I watched the lewd scene in front of me. I sat down in the chair and saw Ted continue to move his tongue up and down his wife's pussy. Jackie writhed on the bed and I envied the pleasure she was receiving. Without even thinking about it, my hand moved back under my skirt and I began to use two fingers to tease my clit.

Ted abruptly stood up and with no formalities pushed his cock inside her. He looked at me the entire time, causing shivers to run down my spine. I could feel a tingling sensation inside my pussy and immediately came again."Terry, you are so fucking hot, why don't you pull your skirt up so I can see how much this is turning you on. Please, I want to see you touch yourself."

I didn't even think as I pulled my skirt up and draped one leg over the arm of the chair. I sank two fingers back inside my pussy and moaned. 

"Fuck, that is so hot. Terry you're beautiful. Jackie, you have to see this." 

With that, he rolled her over to her hands and knees and entered her from behind. My skin was on fire as my friend's eyes never left my fingers that were thrusting in and out of my pussy, her whole body shuddering from the pounding her husband was giving her. 

Jackie's breath was more erratic and she said, "Terry, I'm going to cum, please do it with me." 

My fingers began pumping faster as my other hand rubbed my breasts. I started matching the sounds that Jackie was making as Ted fucked her faster than I could believe. She yelled out that she was coming, just as my orgasm hit also. I couldn't believe I was coming for the third time in such a short span. My hips rose off the chair as I closed my eyes and actually saw stars. My reactions must have been enough for Ted, because he suddenly stopped thrusting and held himself still, buried all the way inside his wife. Jackie buried her face in the blankets as she whimpered. 

The three of us sat still for a minute, not saying anything. Finally, Jackie whispered to me, but I couldn't make out what she said. My eyes focused on her again, without understanding.

"Terry, come here," she quietly pleaded. "I want to see you closer."

Everything I had done, hit me at once as I realized what moving next to the bed would mean. I thought about my husband and what his reaction to my lewd display would have been. No matter how much I had already done, I knew there was something left that would be unforgivable. I suddenly felt dirty and the excitement of the moment had passed. I wasn't just naked, I was showing my pussy to my neighbors, my fingers still buried inside it. 

"I have to go," I stammered, as I got up and ran from the room. 

I heard their calls as I ran through the house toward the door, trying to get myself dressed, but ignored them. When I reached the front door, I paused for a moment to collect myself, then stepped out in plain site of my neighbors, hoping they couldn't see what a slut I had become. I went home hoping to somehow make it up to Steve, vowing not to ever let anything like that happen again.

We made love like crazy that night. Part of it was me being so turned on, but most of it was trying to do something for Steve. I felt terrible for letting it go so far, I knew he would have been furious if he knew. I just wanted to let him know that he was the most important thing to me, even if he didn't fully understand why.

I didn't talk to Jackie for the entire weekend. I never planned on things going so far, and I realized how close I was to letting it go even further before I came to my senses. Monday, when I felt like I had things under control again, I called her. I asked if we could talk before the guys got home. 

She came right over and didn't waste any time. "Terry, are you all right sweetheart? You scared us the way you ran out. We didn't mean for things to get so carried away."

I looked at her somewhat embarrassed, but also feeling a little guilty. "The last time was too intense for me. I had no idea that I could have reacted like that and it scared me a little. It may have been the most turned-on I've ever been, but we went too far."

She was sympathetic to my feelings and we talked for over an hour. Once I got over feeling awkward, we started talking about things she thought I could do with Steve to have some of that excitement ourselves. She again offered to lend me anything I thought would be fun to play with. I told her I'd like to try, but needed to figure out how to bring it up to Steve.

It turned out to be much easier than I anticipated. Jackie suggested a couple of really erotic movies I could watch with him that would help me introduce the subject. That night I surprised him with a soft-core movie that I had rented. The characters were a married couple experimenting with masturbation and toys. They eventually moved on to wilder things, but that wasn't what my focus was on. 

While we watched the movie, I kept my hands on Steve. By the second sex scene, I had his cock out and was masturbating him while we both watched the screen. When he came, I leaned over and took him as deeply into my mouth as I could and swallowed everything. He wanted to stop watching and make love, but I asked him to stay for a little longer. The next scene had the female character masturbating for her husband. 

I leaned close to his ear and whispered, "That is so hot, honey. Would you like me to try something like that?"

Steve turned his head toward me, his eyes looking glassy. "Yes," he croaked.

I got up, smiling mischievously, and walked over to the chair that faced the couch. I opened my robe, showing him the lingerie I had picked up earlier in the day. It was a white lace bra with matching panties and a garter belt. Just to finish off the ensemble, I was wearing thigh high stockings. The lustful look he gave me let me know I was on the right path. 

I sat back slowly on the chair, massaging my breasts over the bra. It was low cut, so I slipped my right breast out just enough for the nipple to show. I stuck my finger in my mouth, then moved it to the exposed nipple, rubbing lightly, causing it to become erect. I toyed with it for a moment, rolling it softly between my thumb and middle finger before bringing the finger back to my mouth. This time I started between my breasts and let the finger drag down my stomach and to the edge of my panties. 

Steve shifted as he started becoming aroused again. I watched his penis grow hard as I slid my fingers under my waistband and went down another couple of inches, softly rubbing my clit with my fingertips. Without stopping, I brought my left hand up and began rubbing my exposed breast. He moaned as his hand moved to his prick and he began to stroke himself. 

I moved my hand lower, pushing out the crotch of my panties as my fingers searched for the entrance to my pussy. I slid a finger inside for a moment, then teasingly moved it up to my mouth. First, I stuck my tongue out and made a show of licking it, then I brought it into my mouth and sucked. I pulled my finger out of my mouth, making a smacking sound for emphasis.

"Terry, that's so sexy. I love it," he cooed. 

I was on cloud nine. He was as turned on by this as I was. Jackie was right, although I'd never tell him that it was her idea, knowing he'd go ballistic. 

I returned my hand to the front of my panties, letting my fingers slide back over my clit. Forgetting about trying to look sexy, I just enjoyed the sensation of being an exhibitionist in front of my husband for the first time. My hand moved faster and I closed my eyes, letting my head lean back against the chair. I pinched my nipple harder, my breath quickening. Small whining noises escaped my lips as I could feel myself getting closer to an orgasm. I heard a groan from Steve and opened my eyes to see him cumming into his hand, never taking his eyes off of me. 

Watching him cum like that was all I needed. I felt my own climax overtake me and I moaned, my back arching as my fingers pushed back inside my pussy. 

I was still for a moment, trying to give myself time to let my head clear when I felt a touch on my leg. I opened my eyes to see Steve staring back at me lovingly. "That was amazing, baby," he said. His hand gently pulled mine out of my panties and he put my fingers into his mouth one at a time, sucking on each one. 

We went upstairs and held each other until we fell asleep. This time, my outrageous behavior didn't have the same empty feeling afterwards, because I got to share it with him. It made me want to try even more of Jackie's suggestions, and from now on I definitely wanted to share the new things with him.

~~~~~

Jackie seemed very pleased when I told her what happened. I thanked her profusely for the advice and the loan of her 'accessories'."I told you he would like it as much as you. It's just going to keep getting better. Wait and see," she said with a smile.

She was right, the next week was filled with sexual adventures that ranged from a repeat of that beautiful night, to Steve using a vibrator on me. Jackie had even given me advice on how to deep throat and I had started practicing with the dildo. I almost had it ready and was looking forward to surprising Steve with it when I was sure I could do it right. 

The next Tuesday, we were talking about how amazing everything was going when Jackie asked if I'd like to stay late again. I felt a quiver of excitement run through my body, but politely declined, remembering the empty, guilty feeling I had after the last time. I also remembered how close I came to doing something I would have never been able to apologize for. From now on I swore I'd only try these sexual adventures with Steve. 

"One thing's for sure, no more peeping for me. I can't get the thought of you two out of my head. Steve would kill me if he knew what I'd done or that it turned me on so much."

Jackie smiled deviously, "Yes but what if he didn't mind?"

~~~~~

They had already planned a party for that Saturday. I helped them invite a number of the neighbors and worked with Jackie to put together the details. I didn't tell Steve about it until a couple of days before it was going to happen because I didn't want him to be able to come up with an excuse to avoid it. He didn't want to go, but I begged him until he changed his mind. I told him that everyone was going to be there and I didn't want to go without him. 

It was a beautiful day and everyone swam or played volleyball. All day long, Jackie made sure to pay special attention to Steve to get him in the mood. After we were all exhausted, we drank and talked in the shade. As it got cooler, we moved the party indoors and watched a movie. I flirted with several of the men, including Ted. I kept watching Steve's reaction to see if he'd get upset, but he seemed to be good-natured about it. That's when Jackie moved in.




Fool's Envy



She talked to him for over an hour, touching him on the arm or leg often to make her point. It looked like he was getting really turned on. I actually saw her grab his hard cock through his shorts, and although he looked a little uncomfortable, he didn't seem upset. Jackie's plan was working perfectly! I gave him a smile to let him know it was all right with me. After she talked to him a little more, they left the room together and were gone for about 10 minutes. When they came back, she gave me a nod. At the prearranged signal, I got up and announced I was going to put some aloe on where I had gotten too much sun.

About a minute after I left the room, Ted asked if anyone wanted a beer and went to the kitchen. By now, only a few couples remained and they seemed to be locked in a furious debate over the movie that was on the giant plasma TV. I don't think they noticed either of us leave the room. 

I was waiting in the bedroom when Ted came in. He didn't say anything as he took me into his arms and kissed me passionately. He wrapped his fingers in my hair and held me firmly as his tongue explored my mouth. His free hand immediately went to my ass where he squeezed hard. It brought a moan of protest from me. I wasn't used to being manhandled and wasn't sure I liked it. He didn't seem to care as he picked me up and held me tightly as he sucked my breast through my shirt.

It sent shivers down my spine. He held me against him with one hand around my back, while his other hand went back to my ass, this time with his fingers rubbing my pussy through my shorts. I was wet instantly and I'm sure he knew it. He repositioned his hand and slid his fingers inside the leg of my shorts, searching for my pussy. In seconds, he thrust a finger inside me and began pumping it in and out quickly. I grabbed the back of his head and dug my fingers into his black, wavy hair, pulling him even more tightly against my breast.

I wasn't in the mood for the typical lovemaking Steve and I shared, I wanted to be fucked by this man and I wanted it to be on his terms. It felt amazing to let myself get out of control like this. I didn't know anything could feel this exciting. I opened my eyes and realized that Steve and Jackie were watching us from my hiding place in the hallway. I couldn't see his expression in the mirror, but I could see Jackie rubbing his arm and whispering to him. It looked like I had his full approval to continue, and I wasn't going to wait for him to change his mind.

I whispered for Ted to let me down. I sank to my knees in front of him and unzipped his shorts. I tried to make a good show of it, hoping Steve would get as turned on watching as I was by doing it in front of him. When I slid Ted's short down, I saw that he was still wearing his skimpy bathing suit underneath. I kissed him through the material, letting my tongue wander over his rapidly growing bulge. His erection pushed up through the top of his suit, I licked the head like it was a lollipop, making sure they'd be able to see it from the door.

I tugged Ted's suit down and his prick hit me squarely in the face. I giggled as I took it in my mouth and I fought to get the rest of his clothes off. After just a few seconds, Ted again took charge, grabbing my head with both hands and fucking my mouth. He was able to get several inches inside of me, but couldn't get it into my throat. I didn't have a chance to protest because he was holding me firmly. I didn't think there was a chance he could go deeper, even with my practice during the week. The dildo was one thing. Ted was far thicker. 

He pushed me back until I was leaning against the end of the bed. Then he stepped over me, straddling my face. The change of angle was just enough as I felt his cock moving deeper without as much strain on me. The width was uncomfortable, but I tried to relax and make him happy. I was rewarded with a groan from him as he got another inch inside my mouth. Now the tip of his prick was at the back of my throat and I fought the urge to gag at the intrusion. His next thrust slid the tip all the way into my throat. 

If my mouth wasn't so full, I would have smiled at my accomplishment. I kept trying to stay relaxed so I could keep this going longer for him. I wanted him to think I was just as good as Jackie was. She was obviously wilder than I was, so I didn't want to come off like some frumpy housewife.

Within seconds, he managed to bury his entire prick down my throat. He held it there for a few seconds, almost making me panic as I realized I couldn't breathe. Suddenly he pulled back, letting me get some air. Then he began fucking my face harder, like I was just there for his entertainment. If anyone else had treated me like that, I would have been furious, but for some reason it turned me on more than I can say. 

Finally, he pulled out and dragged me to my feet. When I glanced over to the door, Steve and Jackie were gone. Part of me was disappointed; I was looking forward to giving them a show. I even thought about seeing them touching each other while watching us, just like I did the first night I was out there. I didn't have time to think about it because Ted pulled down my shorts and panties and then tugged my shirt up over my head. He kissed me briefly, before pushing me back onto the bed.

I slid backwards, allowing him room to crawl between my legs. He attacked my pussy with a vengeance, fingering me as he licked and bit at my clit. His technique was a little sloppy and lacked the grace that Steve always displayed. The truth was, it kind of reminded me of being back in high school. 

Ted just seemed to be hitting all the areas, kind of like saying, 'Ok, I did my job, now can I get on with fucking you?' 

Sure enough, without even a moan of encouragement from me, he slid up my body with a satisfied look on his face. "Now let's see how you like this," he said with confidence. He lined the tip of his cock against my pussy and pushed. 

I gasped as I felt him try to force it inside of me. I thought it felt huge in my mouth, but this was positively uncomfortable. Luckily I was really excited before we started, because Ted's oral skills definitely wouldn't have done the job alone. On his fourth push, the head popped between my lips and into my vagina. It hurt for a second, but then started to feel better. 

He wasn't as careful as he should have been, but I guess Jackie was used to it by now. He pushed too hard several times, causing me to cry out in pain. When he finally was all the way inside me, I reached my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Mostly it was to give me a second to get my body used to him. I was embarrassed to ask him to slow down. 

He paused for a little bit and kissed me back, then began moving his hips. By now I felt a little more comfortable and started to enjoy the feeling of being completely filled. He picked up speed and it started to feel really good. I was amazed at how fast I was approaching an orgasm, it seemed like he was hitting every sensitive spot inside me. 

Suddenly I was derailed again as he pulled out and dragged me over onto my stomach. I knew what he wanted, so I went along without protest. From watching him have sex with Jackie, I guessed that this was his favorite position. It wasn't exactly mine, but I was so close to an orgasm that I didn't care. I started to get on my hands and knees, but he pushed my face back down to the bed. 

Without any formalities he pushed himself all the way inside me, causing a loud groan to escape my lips. He must have taken it as a sign of how much I liked it (which was far from what it really meant), and immediately began pounding against me hard. Even though it hurt, it was enough to keep pushing me toward my climax. The pain sort of mixed with the pleasure for a moment and I grasped the bed hard with my clenched fists as my orgasm overtook me.

"Yes!" I moaned, finally getting the release I had desired. 

I arched my back and pushed my head down against the bed while he continued thrusting inside of me. There were a few shivers and I had trouble catching my breath for a second. It was a little quieter than I expected, but was very satisfying. I was afraid there wasn't going to be much more for me because I was starting to get sore from him crashing into me so hard.

"Ted, can we switch for a second?" I asked tentatively. 

He stopped and pulled out of me, so I rolled away. I asked him to lie on his back. Once he was set, I got back on the bed and took a quick lick up his shaft, enjoying the way he looked at me like I was just a slut. I still couldn't get over how I was accepting things that I normally wouldn't stand for. I wasn't just accepting them; I was enjoying them.

I threw my leg over and straddled his prick, taking a second to rub the tip all around my labia. When I knew he was wet enough, I slowly lowered myself on him and began to move at my speed. "Just lay back and enjoy yourself, Ted. It's my turn," I said in my sexiest voice. 

I put my hands on his chest and raised myself about halfway off of him, then came back down. The position didn't allow him to go so deeply inside me and it started feeling the way I envisioned it when I watched him fuck Jackie. In no time, I had begun to feel myself approaching another orgasm. It was happening fast and I could feel my stomach quiver as it started. 

"Oh Ted," I moaned, the motion making my words come out choppy. "I'm . . . going . . . to . . . cum." 

I pushed myself all the way down and stayed there as the climax hit me like a tidal wave. I tried to keep from screaming, but wasn't sure how successful I was. I felt myself shuddering and realized I was actually crying from the intensity. He let me stay there for a few seconds, until I was ready to go on. I realized that he still hadn't come yet and felt guilty. I also started missing Steve. I knew that the way I just felt was all about the excitement of the situation and me using Ted. Nothing he had done (other than lay there) had made me feel anything like what I did with my husband. I thought that it was time to end the night.

"That was wonderful," I said, exhausted. "Now it's your turn." He rolled me off and pushed me back on my stomach again. I didn't offer any resistance and let him pull my hips up to where he wanted them. I put my face back into the bed and bit the blanket for a distraction as he started hammering into me again. 

Ted put one hand on my shoulder and one hand on my hip, pulling me back into him as he thrust forward. Faster and faster he moved until I felt like I was getting sick. I hoped he'd finish quickly. Once the excitement had waned, this stopped being fun. 


Finally he announced he was cumming and pushed himself as deep as he could, shoving my body down onto the bed. I could feel his body contort as he continued shooting his sperm inside me. I was on the pill, so I wasn't worried about getting pregnant and Jackie said they just had a checkup and knew he never had an STD, so I didn't ask him to use a condom. 

When he pulled out of me, I realized that was a bad decision. I could feel his sperm dripping out of me and didn't like the sensation at all. The slut fantasy of a little while ago wasn't nearly as entertaining as I felt his sweaty body slide off of mine. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to clean myself up and get dressed. 

Looking at myself in the mirror, I wasn't exactly sure how to feel, other than sore. I was already walking with a little limp and was sure that I'd really be in pain the next day. Although I did have several orgasms, now I just felt awkward. I opened the bathroom door to tell the man I just fucked that I wanted to go find my husband.

I gave him a quick kiss and told him how great it was, before heading out to look for Steve. I wondered if I'd get a chance to see him and Jackie together. I felt a pang of jealousy, which was incredibly stupid. I just fucked her husband. There was no way I could feel wronged by her having Steve. Part of me was nervous that he would like things she did more than the way I did them. 

After this was over, I promised myself we would have a long talk about what had transpired and if there was anything new he wanted me to do. I also wanted to tell him that he didn't need to copy anything Ted had done.

Part of me was jealous because Jackie was going to get the better end of it. I didn't find Ted to be a particularly great lover. Most of the excitement had far more to do with the taboo nature of the situation than his skill. For a short time, his aggression was exciting, but I found that I preferred Steve's tenderness. Ted's oral expertise was less than advertised, Jackie must have found out by now how mistaken she had been.

The difference in size was interesting, but I love the way Steve knows just how to move inside of me to make me feel good. Overall, it was fun and I was glad that I tried it, but it wasn't the life changing experience Jackie bragged it would be. I wondered how she would feel after finding out what Steve was like in bed. 

I found them in the TV room, sitting a few feet apart, relaxing. "Hey you two, finished already?" I said, a little surprised. Steve normally would last much longer than Ted had. 

Steve got up and came over to me, "I think everybody has had enough excitement for one night sweetheart, we should probably go."

I looked over to Jackie, but she seemed to have nodded off. I don't know if I was disappointed at not hearing her opinion, or relieved. It was a wild night, but I was ready to go home with my husband. I was tired and sore, but I wanted a shower and to have him inside me again. The night wouldn't be complete without it.

It only took a minute to walk home. When we arrived, I went right into the shower to clean up. I came out and found that Steve was already in bed. I tried to use my most seductive voice. "Hey sweety, can I interest you in a nightcap?"

I was kind of hurt when he said, "I'm sorry honey, I don't think I have anything left."

I didn't want to go to bed without talking about what happened, but I didn't want to push it either. Even though it wasn't the experience I'd hoped for, the excitement of the situation still made it fun and I would like to do it again if he didn't have any objections. Either way, I knew what an enormous chance I took letting Jackie talk me into this. Now that it was over, I couldn't believe that I did it. I was just glad he went along with it and didn't lose his mind. I guess the anticipation of the event kept me from seeing what a dangerous game I was playing. 

I got under the covers and slid close to him. Steve kissed me gently and told me how much he loved me. I rolled over and he pulled me back into him, holding me tighter than I could ever remember. It was almost like he was afraid to let go. I just felt relieved it was over as he held me.

~~~~~

The next morning the sound of the garage door opening woke me. I stumbled out of the bed and looked to see Steve's car pulling out of the garage. I was alarmed that he would leave without talking to me. In the cold light of day, the events of last night seemed embarrassing and sleazy. I hurried downstairs, pulling on my robe, but he was long gone by the time I reached the door. Walking into the kitchen, I was relieved to find a note saying he ran over to a friend's house to help with an emergency. 

I still wanted to find out about the details of his night and to be sure he was all right with what I had done. Although Jackie had promised to handle it delicately, I knew I'd be nervous until he talked to me. As the day wore on without me being able to talk to him, I really began to get paranoid. I tried calling him several times, but got his voice mail. 

Finally, I tried calling Jackie, but got her answering machine. I thought about walking over to her place, but when I looked out the front door I couldn't see their car. It probably would have been a little awkward to show up on their doorstep after everything that had happened, so I just waited for my husband. 

Steve finally called about seven o'clock. He apologized, but said that his friend Joe had a pipe burst in his basement, and the entire area was flooded. I asked about his cell phone, and he told me he took it off to keep it from getting wet while they were working. He promised to try to be home by ten, but asked me not to wait up. I wanted to ask him if everything was OK with us, but decided it would be stupid to do it over the phone. What exactly was he supposed to say standing knee deep in water, with his friend standing in front of him?

I waited up until eleven, but must have fallen asleep. I never heard him come in, but when I woke up for work, he was sleeping next to me. I leave for work about an hour before him, so he doesn't always get up before I go. I really wanted to hold him and tell him how much I loved him, but I couldn't bear to wake him after he worked so hard all day. 

I settled for a kiss on his forehead and quietly saying, "I love you." 

The whole day went by in slow motion, I didn't get anything accomplished. It bothered me that Steve and I hadn't had a single chance to talk since Saturday night. It might have been my guilty conscience, but I was starting to worry that he was upset. I told myself I was being silly, after all, he had sex with Jackie; how mad could he be? There was a chance that he did it, then regretted it, but he hadn't given me any clue about how he felt since before I left with Ted. 

I couldn't stop running all the possibilities through my mind and hoped we would finally get the chance to talk tonight when he got home from work. I'd feel a lot better once I knew what he was thinking. Now that I'd had a couple days to think about it, I didn't know if I would want to try this again even if he didn't object. It wasn't worth this much headache.

It seemed like it took forever to make it to four-thirty. Just as I was getting ready to leave, my boss called me into his office and asked me to work on something for him that had to be finished immediately. I almost screamed in frustration. I was stuck there until after six. I called home, but got the answering machine. I tried Steve's cell, but got his voice mail again. Finally, at almost seven o'clock, I pulled into our driveway.

I had worked myself into such a state that I swore I'd go straight up to him and ask directly if he was OK. The problem was, if he wasn't, I didn't know what I could say to fix things. Somehow, 'Gee honey, I promise not to suggest we fuck our neighbors again,' didn't seem like it would help much. Anything I said would be meaningless. I just had to hope this was my imagination and that he enjoyed Saturday. One way or another, I swore that I would agree to anything he wanted, no matter what. 

I parked and hurried to the front door, anxious to hold Steve in my arms. I was surprised that the door was locked; normally he'd be waiting for me when I was late. With a shaking hand, I got the key in the lock and opened the door. I stepped inside and felt my stomach turn. Slowly, I looked around the living room in shock as I took in all the details. My whole body shook violently as I couldn't stop myself from falling to my knees and vomiting right on the floor. 

Everything that was Steve's was gone. Nothing of mine was disturbed. I knew without a doubt that I had made the worst mistake of my life. I stumbled into the kitchen in shock, not remembering how I got there and found a note on the kitchen table.

Terry, 

I don't know why you decided to let Saturday night happen, but you need to know it's over. You are the only person I ever wanted and I always thought you felt the same way about me. I'm sorry I was wrong. I don't know if there was something I should have done differently, but if you had asked, I would have tried anything for you. When Jackie told me what she expected to happen, I laughed at her. I told her nothing could make you cheat on me. Now I know the truth. You aren't who I thought you were. Please don't try to contact me, I will not answer your calls and you are not welcome at my work. I will get the divorce papers to you as quickly as possible. You can have everything I left, including the house. I don't care anymore. You'll find my wedding ring on our photo album; do whatever you want with them. I don't need either.




Fool's Envy



I'm truly sorry this has happened, 

Steve  

I remember falling to the floor in disbelief. I don't remember hitting my head against the table or calling the ambulance, everything went fuzzy and seemed like it was in slow motion. I just remember looking at all the blood and wondering how I would ever be able to clean it up. Then it all went black.

 To Be Continued . . . 



Fool's Gold



When Kent first met his future mother, Venus, he was amazed. He had once been told that if you want to know how a girl will look when she's forty, go and look at her mother. To his eyes Venus was almost the mirror image of her daughter Natalie, the girl he was hoping soon to become engaged to, and this augured well for her future looks. 

Venus he thought must be at least in her late thirties if not early forties, and of course had the figure and manner of a mature woman, but if Natalie had come close to that 38-24-38 supposedly ideal female figure, then Venus seemed to have almost achieved that hour glass shape.

Looking at mother and daughter side by side, they were both the same height, around five feet eight, with the same oval faces framed with long chestnut coloured hair, cerulean blue eyes, attractive retrousse noses, full lipped mouths and long shapely legs.

Somewhat facetiously Kent did wonder that if Venus had been available, and given the choice, whether he would have chosen the mother or the daughter for his future bride. But Venus wasn't available and seeing the man who was to be his future father he felt that he would not have been given the choice.

In thinking this Kent might have been underrating himself in that he was certainly a very good looking and personable young man.

However, Mr. Eddington ("Just call me Harold, son") was a handsome man in his middle years who carried himself with that air of self assurance that seems to appeal to women. 

Quite apart from the usual anxiety that seems to attend the first meeting with the parents of the girl you hope to marry, Kent had been troubled by what he saw as the social disparity between his family and Natalie's. If he needed a demonstration of this inequality, the house, its elegant décor and furnishing was sufficient evidence. 

The welcome he got from Harold and Venus conveyed a somewhat mixed message. Harold was welcoming to the point of being overly effusive, while Venus seemed to stand back a little, and Kent felt that she was observing him rather intently, this making him feel slightly uneasy.

Kent and Natalie, in the way of contemporary young people, had already decided they would get married, but that was some way off because Kent had to complete his qualifications to become a vet, and Natalie her law studies. They would have to wait until at least Kent had qualified and had a job, before they could marry. 

The meeting with Natalie's parents was not so much to ask permission to get engaged as to let it be known they were going to get engaged; of course hoping the parents would make no opposition, especially as Kent's parents had raised no objections.

Natalie's parents also raised no objections, and in fact Harold seemed extremely keen on them getting married as soon as possible, especially after he and Kent had enjoyed a few glasses of his horrendously expensive Queen Anne Scotch. Venus, who had not indulged, suggested that they wait until Kent had qualified and was in a job. Harold made a vague suggestion about Kent and Natalie getting married and living with them until they could settle down in a place of their own. This was not well received, and so he went on to suggest that he set them up in a place of their own, and he would cover the mortgage until Kent was earning. 

This was acceptable to Kent and Natalie, but Venus vetoed this idea.

Kent was puzzled by Harold's latter suggestion. He had never met Harold before but he had heard of him, and knew that he was a rather small time solicitor. Granted that solicitors made a good living, Kent thought it couldn't be so good that Harold would be able support his own elegant life style and pay out for another place.

The mystery was solved when Kent learnt that Venus owned a small chain of very profitable women's boutique dress shops, "Venus Fashions," that catered for middle income women. 

Much of what was sold tried to emulate the sort of clothes worn by film and television stars on award and opening nights, when silicon boosted breasts are well on display. 

The fact that Venus usually wore samples of the wares she sold added to Kent's feeling of unease because what she was wearing gave an excellent view of breasts and thighs. That, added to her disturbing appraisal, made for increased disquiet.

If the engagement needed parental agreement, by the end of the evening they had got it, and even Venus made no objection.

Kent was not sure how well he was going to get on with his future mother, but being engaged to a very attractive girl with obviously well heeled parents and a father who was inclined to generosity, he felt he had struck gold.

* * * * * * * * 

Even in the Garden of Eden there had been the snake, and there was one slithering around in Kent's relationship with Natalie. When he first met her she had many males in pursuit of her, and the fact that he had won her had been quite overwhelming, and Kent was utterly besotted with her. 

The snake first made its appearance when he tried to make love with her. "Not until after we're engaged," Natalie had said firmly.

Kent had dated many girls and had never experienced this sort of rejection. At first he wondered if Natalie had some religious principles, but as he got to know her he discovered no such conviction. Now they were engaged he felt that he could look forward to having access to her vagina and other parts of her anatomy.

He did indeed gain access to her vagina but that was all. Any attempts at foreplay were invariably met with protests; "Don't do that;" "Don't touch me there;" I don't like that."

Much of the pleasure of sexual intercourse derives from the knowledge that your partner is enjoying it as much as you are. When Kent did finally manage to penetrate her, she was unresponsive. Natalie simply lay there limply.

What Kent did discover was that Natalie was not a virgin. There might be a number of reasons for this, but Kent did wonder if she'd had sexual experience before him. They had not talked about past sexual experiences which had suited Kent because he had a lot he could have talked about. It seemed to be tacitly assumed that what was past was past, and it could stay there. 

Kent also wondered whether Natalie was the sort of girl who could only perform well sexually within the security of marriage. He did try to talk to her about it, but she said, "I don't like talking about sex."

Had Kent got these sorts of responses from other girls, then they would never have got past the second date, but being so obsessed with beautiful Natalie, he told himself that things would improve with time. 

Throughout their engagement things did not improve, and ever hopeful Kent thought it would be okay once they were married.

* * * * * * * *

After being somewhat reticent at the start, Venus had become increasingly affectionate. They had graduated from a handshake to a peck on the cheek, from there to a kiss on the lips, and finally a kiss and a hug. 

Kent found the kissing and hugging both enjoyable and disturbing. Venus tended to wear rather revealing garments, and of course she had a lot to reveal. This had a stimulating effect on Kent, who was after all a potent young man who was not getting the sort of sexual satisfaction he needed. 

Whenever he visited the Eddington home Venus always seemed to try and get Kent alone for a while. The purpose of these sessions appeared to be another way of Venus getting to know him better. There was nothing overtly sexual about these brief sessions; nevertheless for Kent the thoughts and feelings were there.

Kent told himself he wasn't really in love with Venus; he just felt affection for her, which I suspect was his way of deceiving himself about his true feelings. 

The long engagement came to an end but it was still necessary for Kent to get a job. It was then that Harold, who had always seemed keen to get them married, weighed in with his earlier idea of setting them up in a place of their own. He put down the deposit on a small but very pleasant house, and continued to repay the mortgage until Kent got a job in a veterinary practice. Harold even suggested that he put Kent into a practice of his own, but although overwhelmed at Harold's generosity, Kent refused this, saying he had to get more practical experience before he was ready for private practice.

The outcome was that Natalie and Kent were able to get married sooner than they had originally planned. It was a week before the wedding that Kent had a rather puzzling interview with Venus.

He had gone to see Harold about some detail of the marriage ceremony. Harold had insisted for his own ego reasons that his daughter was to be married by a bishop, and he was willing to pay. When Kent arrived Harold wasn't there, but Venus was.

"Kent," she said, "I've wanted to have a talk with you for some time, come into my private space."

"My private space" was the name Venus gave to a room where she said she could be private; it was a room he had never seen. Kent gathered that few people were admitted to it, so in a sense he was privileged. 

"Here we go," Kent thought, "this in going to be one of those, 'You look after my daughter" talks. It seemed to him that Venus and Harold had exchanged roles; it was usually the father who gave the talk and the mother who fussed over wedding details. 

The room was larger than Kent had anticipated and seemed to serve two functions. The smaller area was set up like an office, with swivel chair, desk with a computer a telephone and other office paraphernalia.

The larger area was arranged like a lounge, with a divan, a couple of armchairs, coffee table, television and CD player. One wall was lined with honey coloured wooden well stocked book shelves and the prevailing décor was off-white and Paris green.

Venus took his hand and drew him down to sit beside her on the divan. Looking at him and still holding his hand she said softly, "I think you're a very attractive and personable young man, and I think we've grown very fond of each other."

She paused as if expecting him to reply, and so Kent said, "Yes...we have." Kent did not dare say what form his fondness took.

Kent was having trouble concentrating on what Venus was saying because she was very close to him and he could smell her subtle perfume, and the "Venus Fashion" she was wearing barely covered her -- what he suspected -- were her non-silicon breasts.

"Kent," she went on, "marriage isn't always easy, there are problems that can arise...conflicts, and there are times when you need someone you can talk with."

"Yes...I suppose so," Kent said, wondering where this was leading.

"I would like you to feel that you can come to me if there are any problems."

Kent was puzzled by the line Venus was taking, and so he asked, "What sort of problems?"

Venus looked at him tenderly and giving his hand a gentle squeeze said, "Any problems Kent, anything that's bothering you that you want to talk over; just feel free to come to me."

Kent was inclined to ask her if she had any specific problems in mind, but failed to because Venus kissed him on the lips and said, "I'll be here for you, that's a promise." 

Kent thanked her for her concern, and she sat looking at him for a few moments as if expecting something to happen. When it didn't she sighed and rose saying, "That's all I wanted to say, Kent."

That seemed to be the end of the interview. They left the room to find that Harold had returned, and Kent discussed the detail he had come to see him about.

* * * * * * * * 

As with most weddings the bride and groom ended the day feeling exhausted. Their first night as man and wife was in a nearby hotel; they were due to fly out for their island honeymoon the next day.

The exhausted couple climbed into bed that night and went straight to sleep. Next day they arrived at the island, a place so popular with honeymooners that it has been dubbed, "Bonking Isle," (Not its official name).

Kent, ever the optimist, thought their sex life might now take on a new dimension -- that dimension we call "making love." He was doomed to disappointment; Natalie was as unresponsive as ever.

This set the pattern of their sex life. When approaching her for sex Natalie used excuses when possible; "Too tired," "Headache;" and when she did submit, it was exactly that, indifferent submission and a lubricant always had to be used. 

Kent wondered if having a baby might make a difference, but this suggestion received the reply, "Perhaps, in two or three year's time."

Kent was now employed in a veterinary practice, and this involved evening work two nights a week which meant he arrived home around 9-30 p.m. On these occasions he noticed that Natalie had gone out, sometimes not arriving home until after midnight. 

If Kent asked Natalie where she had been he might receive the answer, "Visiting friends," or she would say she had been to the cinema or a theatre, but mostly she said snappily, "Out, I'm entitled to go out without being interrogated, aren't I?" 

Such was the touchy nature of their relationship that Kent did not pursue the matter. Given the nature of their sexual relationship he wondered if she was visiting a lover, but rather arrogantly decided that if she didn't want to have sex with him she could hardly want to have it with someone else.

They had been married for nine months and on a scale of zero to ten Kent's sexual frustration level had reached eight, but it shot up to ten when one night, having been once again rebuffed, he said angrily, "For all the sex life we have we might as well sleep in separate beds."

Two days later, and without any further discussion, the double bed had been removed to be replaced by two single beds. Kent knew there marriage had reached crisis point. He saw the years ahead as a sexless desert, but what to do; get his sexual gratification elsewhere, divorce, or both?

Once he had thought he'd struck pay dirt, now he realised it had been fools gold. He needed to talk to someone and recalled Venus' offer, "I would like you to feel that you can come to me if there are any problems."

He questioned whether his mother was the right person to discuss his marital problems with. Even with the most sympathetic of listeners it is difficult to admit that one has failed as a lover, even if the failure cannot be blamed, as in this case, on Kent. Nevertheless his macho self image was at stake. 

On consideration, and given the affection between him and Venus, and unable to think of anyone else to discuss with, he made a time to see Venus. 

He was keen that their meeting should be private, and so it was arranged for an evening when Venus knew Harold would be out, and when Kent had evening shift at the practice and he was fairly sure Natalie would not be home until late.

When making the arrangement Venus said, "This isn't a social call, is it?"

"No" Kent said, "I've got something important to talk over with you."

Venus did not pursue the matter further.

* * * * * * * *

Kent drove straight from the practice to the Eddington house. As he parked the car he had a moment of doubt. Should he, could he, really talk with Venus about his marriage?

Gathering up his resolve he rang the door bell. A hall light came on and then a porch light; the door opened and Venus said, "Come in Kent." He stepped inside and was about to say something but the words seem to stick in his throat.

He had seen Venus in revealing garments many times, but none quite like this. She adjusted a red peignoir over high, pointed breasts. She was wearing nothing underneath and he saw a faint haze of pubic hair. She folded her arms over her breasts and smiled at him. A well formed knee and thigh showed themselves between the folds of the gossamer thin material.

For a few moments Kent was stupefied by the sight of so much Venus flesh. From the very beginning he'd had a sexual interest in her and now, in his state of sexual deprivation, nature took its course and he began to get an erection.

He thought he must have mistaken the date of the appointment, and that Venus had been relaxing en dishabille, but Venus clearly seemed to have been expecting him. She took his hand in hers and said, "Come with me," and led him into her private space. 

She drew him down to sit beside her on the divan. Kent had rehearsed what he would say, but now the words would not come. It was Venus who came to the rescue.

Looking at him intently she said, "Its Natalie, isn't it?"

"Yes," Kent mumbled, "I don't think the marriage can last."

"I feared that was how it would be," Venus said softly.

"Before we married, you tried to warn me, didn't you?"

"Yes," Venus said sadly, "I should have put it more plainly." She shrugged and went on ambiguously, "but I hoped..."

"You knew she was frigid?" Kent interrupted.

Venus laughed ironically; "Frigid!" she exclaimed, "She's anything but frigid."

"But she won't let me...she doesn't want to..." Kent protested.

"You know Kent," Venus said sadly, "you and I share a similar problem."

It took a few moments for Kent to realise what Venus meant, and then he said, "You don't mean you and Harold don't..."

"No darling, we don't," Venus said. 

Kent found it incomprehensible that Harold did not service Venus regularly -- very regularly. From the time he had first met her he had fantasised about what he would do with Venus if she had been available to him. Now the thought arose, had Natalie sensed his attraction to Venus and this was the reason why she had rejected his sexual advances so often and had been so cold in the act itself.

His thoughts were interrupted by Venus who, placing her hand on his thigh said, "Since we share the same problem, perhaps we could help each other."

There was no mistaking her meaning because she was now stroking his penis through the cloth of his trousers. 

"You mean you want us to...to have sex?" Kent asked shakily.

"Kent darling," Venus said softly, "we don't need to pretend, do we. From the very first time we met we wanted each other, that's true, isn't it?"

"Yes," Kent admitted, but added, "I didn't think you felt like that."

"So now you know, and since we both have partners who don't seem to want us sexually, why not you and me?"

She kissed him on the lips, gently at first, but with increasing passion as the kiss went on, until their tongues were battling for entry into each others mouths.

The kiss was still lingering as Kent's hand slipped inside her peignoir and began to fondle one of her breasts. He felt Venus undo the buckle of his belt and pull down the zip of his trousers. She began to massage just above his penis and as they broke from the kiss he groaned, "I love you Venus...I want you..."

"I know darling," Venus whispered, and then she took his penis into her hand and bending over it she licked the precum from its head. 

Kent moaned and she took the head into her mouth and began to suck and lick it. Kent was close to coming and Venus must have sensed this because she stopped and said, "Why don't we undress darling?"

She stood and the peignoir seemed to fall from her. Kent was mesmerised by the beauty of her body, her breasts like two ivory half grapefruits with pink nipples set in deeper pink aureoles 

She extended her hands to him and drew him to his feet. "Your turn she said," as she pulled down his trousers and underpants.

Kent with shaking hands managed to remove his shirt and then stepped out of his trousers and underpants. 

As Kent had looked at naked Venus, she gazed at him for a few moments and then said, "Sit down Kent."

He sat and she sat over him, her legs on either side of his thighs. He felt his penis being slowly immersed in the soft silkiness of her wet vagina. 

"How does that feel?" she asked.




Fools



I'm sitting alone in a little alcove of the large Catholic church where Kathy and I have been members since our own marriage. I have Jeanette's letter in my hand, and I am weighing whether to give it to her or not.

What could she possibly have to say to the daughter she more or less abandoned so many years ago? What could she say that could unbreak a little girl's heart, the heart that pined for her mother during those long years when it was just the two of us?

Unfortunately, Jeanette can't say it in person. She was killed two years ago, murdered in a sleazy motel room by some psycho customer. I went to the funeral, but Jamie refused to go. That's when I discovered all the latent bitterness she still carried around about what Jeanette had done to us.

Thanks to counseling, both from the professional and from Kathy, she managed to let go of a lot of that bitterness. Nevertheless, I wonder how she'll receive a post-mortem missive from the woman that caused us all such pain.

Finally, I make my decision. Whatever else, Jeanette was still Jamie's mother, and I believe she wanted to make amends as best she could. It was the least I could do for the woman that had first won my heart -- never mind what she did to it.

"Sweetheart, can I talk to you alone for a second?" I say, as I entered the bustle of the bride's room, where Jamie, her maids of honor and her stepmother are all atwitter as the time approaches.

"Sure, Daddy, what is it?" Jamie says when she joins me outside the room.

"Your mother -- Jeanette -- wanted me to give this to you before you married," I say as I hand her the letter. "Please, read it with an open mind. Do it for me. Please?"

If looks could kill, I'd have been mortally wounded. Incipient brides shouldn't wear the sort of scornful look of disdain that crosses my daughter's face when I mentioned her mother.

But as she reads the letter, Jamie's features soften into the young woman I've become accustomed to seeing: the playful, kindly look of a smart, confident person. And I detect a tear or three rolling down her cheek as she finishes the letter.

"She really did love you, didn't she," Jamie says.

"Yes, in her own way, I think she did," I answer, while handing her a handkerchief. She dabs her eyes then we come together, a father and daughter who shared a critical moment in time, one that could have ended in tragedy. 

"She was such a fool," Jamie says finally, as she holds me at arm's length. 

"Yeah, but I was a fool, too," I say. "I knew what she was like and I married her anyway."

Then she folds the letter neatly, puts it back in the envelope and sticks it in some fold of her dress, where she can keep it close to her heart, I guess.

"Come on, Daddy," Jamie says, pulling me toward the bride's room. "My real mom is in here, and I think we need a Mom fix."

I laugh then, and it's with a bewildered look on her face -- bewildered, but bemused -- that we draw Kathy into a three-way hug that speaks volumes.

Yeah, I was a fool once, and the memories still haunt me. But I was lucky enough to get a second chance at love, with a woman who deserved it, and with her help I've been able to live a happy life again.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice? Not this time.