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Getting Even

By: motatin



Like my mama always says, don't get mad, get even. It was almost time for the guy's Annual, First Weekend of Hunting Season, Men's Only, Let's Go Kill Bambi and Get Stinking Drunk Weekend. Jake and me are over to Angie and Fred's, where Fred and Jake and the rest of the boys are getting their shit ready for the trip. They had been going on this trip ever since they was young bucks going with their daddies, on the very first weekend of hunting season every fuckin' year. I am watching the guys joking around and packing their gear. Angie takes my by the hand, and leads me out to the kitchen. She looks at me real, you know, sly like.

"So, what are you going to do while the boys are away" she asks, kinda smirking at me.

"Oh, nothing much, I guess" I answer. Truth is, I was kinda pissed at being left alone all weekend. I didn't have a clue what I was going to do.

"Well I sure as shit am not staying home alone" Angie whispers to me. She is standing quite close to me; my arm is actually in the valley between her tits.

"You know, they say that what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander" her hot breath is whispering into my ear.

"Huh? What do you mean" I ask.

"You don't know?"

"I guess I don't."

Angie reaches into a drawer and pulls something out. "Couple of weeks ago, Freddie, he got real drunk. So drunk that he spilled the beans about all about those fucking hunting trips! He was so fucking drunk he passed out and don't even remember that he told me anything."

"Told you what" I ask, a tight little knot growing in my gut.

"Oh, they go hunting alright. On Friday, maybe even on Saturday they go out for deer. But comes Saturday night, every year they go down into town hunting for different game. They go from bar to bar until they pick up a couple of bimbos. Take em back to the cabin and get 'em to peel it all off, ya know, like a striptease. Then the boys push them together and watch 'em doing it with each other for a while, and then they gang up on them. Do it every fucking year."

"Oh bull shit" I snap back, not really believing, not wanting to believe. "Jake wouldn't do something like that," I say, hoping desperately that I am right.

"Sure as shit girl, I don't tell you no lies! When he told me about it, I acted like I thought it was a big turn on, and drunken old Freddie dug into his gear and pulls out some pictures. Check these out." And sure enough, she has these Polaroids of the crew of them and a couple of sleazy looking bimbos, stripping, going down on each other, and the guys taking turns on them every which way. And there is one of my good old Jake with one of them by the ears, with his dongle down her throat to the hilt while Freddie boy is ramming her from behind. And there's another one with this butt ugly bitch with saggy tits dancing on Jake's rod, riding him like a fucking cowboy. Man I am pissed! And scared! And maybe a little hot and bothered?

Angie sees how I am getting hot under the collar. She gives me this sly look. "Hey, I know this is a shock. It was for me too. But look honey, please don't blow it on me" she says. "You know they ain't going to leave us over no mangy kind of whores like that. But if they gonna pull shit like that, then me I'm gonna go and pull a little shit of my own while they're gone. Wanna come along? I got a room up at the lake and a suitcase packed full of my best sexy outfits. A girl don't need a lot of money at the lake. At least, not if she is inclined to be the friendly sort."

Like I say, my number one reaction to the news is anger. But then I stop and think about it. Been a damn long time since I been with anyone besides Jake. Jake's OK, but he's kinda plain vanilla, he hasn't tried anything new in a hell of a long time. There is a nice tingle between my legs, thinking about being with someone different. But I don't want to go bird-dogging with Angie. She's got a big mouth. Besides, she's kinda low class, and I don't want the kinda guy that she would attract. Matter of fact, I am having the beginning of an idea. So I turn her down, make it sound like I just can't do anything like that.

Next Friday, just like every other year when the big weekend comes around, I get up at four a.m. in the fucking morning and make Jake and his buddies a big old fashioned country breakfast, eggs, griddle cakes, bacon, biscuits, gravy, all that he-man shit. I haven't said nothing about the pictures, and don't intend to. I am not sure what I am going to do, but I have decided I am going to keep my options open. The guys arrive, wolf down my breakfast, and off they go on their adventure, like a bunch of six year olds heading for the fishing hole. After they are gone I sit there finishing my coffee, wondering what kind of adventure I am going have. I know it ain't gonna be like no fucking six year old's.

I shower extra careful and put on my best tight jeans, a lacy bra and panty set and a peekaboo blouse. I drive to work in Jake's truck that day, instead of my old sedan. Behind the seat I have an overnight bag, with some of my slinky stuff in it, just in case. There is this guy Eddie in the office you see, a wise ass kinda guy, always ready with an off color joke or a too personal compliment. For the last few days he has been asking if anyone has a truck or van he can borrow for a special trip up north. Probable wants to go and pickup a load of dope, which he peddles to the girls in the office. When he comes by, I ask if he has found his truck.

"No" he says, with his patented slimy-charming grin "did you perhaps have any good ideas?"

"Well maybe", I say. "My Jake, you know he is out of town with his buddies killing poor little Bambi, and he didn't take his truck this year. But the problem is, he don't let no one drive it but him or me."

"Yes" Eddie says, looking me in the eye and waiting patiently. He is not stupid, you see, and he is waiting for me to come out with whatever it is I have on my mind.

"Well, I got nothing to do while he is gone, and I though maybe I could give you a lift up north, and then go off and do a little touring for myself."

"Great" he says, "I like it. I'll run my errand, and you and me can shack up all weekend, and we'll have a great old time" he says, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"In your dreams, Eddie. This is just a lift I am giving you. You know I don't screw around."

"Of course, I was just making a joke. I will be an angel, I promise, no funny stuff. I can be a perfect gentleman if you want me to."

"You bet your ass no funny stuff" I answer, and he drifts away. But the tingle between my legs is strong, and I can tell that my panties are wet. It takes forever for five o'clock to come, but finally it does. Eddie meets me out by the truck. Eddie is cool, I don't think anyone even notices that we drive away together.

We get on 101 and head north, driving for a couple of hours, when Eddie tells me to pull into a roadside restaurant. I look at the restaurant; it is in a small local brewery. He tells me that there is a nice clean motel around back, and the food is pretty good here. He parks me at a table and orders up a couple of the local brews, and goes to get our rooms. The dining room is dark and woody, and decorated with barrels and stuff which I assume goes with making beer. The beer is cold and sharp, with a smooth but powerful flavor. Eddie takes a while. I finish my beer and order another. He finally comes back and drops one single room key on the table with this serious look.

"What the hell is that" I ask. "I get my own room, thank you." I rise to go to the office.

Eddie has this thing he does. He looks you straight in the eye, with this incredibly serious expression, and tells you the damndest things, and he looks so convincing that you are never quite sure if it is a lie or not.

"Look" he says, "I didn't know what to do. They were almost out of rooms, they only had this one double left. I knew you would be upset. I had him call around, but there's nothing anywhere. Finally I took the room before we lost it. But look, it'll be OK. I'll let you go first and change into your jammies and I will come in after you're done and change in the bathroom.

I look at him, and he smiles this innocent smile back at me. I cock my head, put my hands on my hips, and in my best country accent I say "Sorry, but I don't wear no stinkin' jammies, honey!"

He purses his lips and makes an "ooh" sound, looking me up and down slow and careful. I know he is thinking about me naked in bed, and I feel a familiar tingle between my legs. I sit down and pick up the menu. I can feel my face all flushed. "What's for dinner" I ask.

The food actually is pretty good, and we finish several more beers while we eat. Eddie changes from his office wise guy act, and actually is charming company, keeping up a lively conversation, telling funny anecdotes about the crew in the office. But he don't tell no tales out of school. I am pretty sure I know at least couple of girls in the office he has been banging pretty regular, but he doesn't let anything slip no matter how hard I try. One point for Eddie.

On a trip to the can I notice that there is a bar attached to the restaurant, with a number of people already hanging around looking like trouble waiting to happen. Romantic type trouble. When the meal is over I grab the room key and tell Eddie to wait for me in the bar. I get my suitcase and find the room. I peel and take a quick rinse. I look at myself in the mirror. Not a young chick any more, but not so bad. My boobs aren't quite so firm and high any more, but they are full and round, with big, sensitive nipples. My tummy isn't exactly flat any more, but I always had a real good ass. I put on my best lacy black pushup bra and stringkinis. I put some musky perfume in all the right places, and slip into this skimpy black eyelet thing. Usually I wear a slip under it, but tonight I skip the slip.

Eddie's eyes grow large as saucers when he sees me "How come you don't look like that at work" he asks.

"How much work do you think I would get done dressed like this" I ask back.

He grins and asks "depends on what your definition of work is." He spins me out onto the tiny dance floor. He is a good dancer. He is firm and muscular, he feels good. His dick is halfway hard and pressing into my belly while he crushes my tits against his chest. I feel warm and soft.

I dance with him, and after a while with some other guys, who all manage to bump into my boobs and give my ass a squeeze. I am with Eddie again. Somewhere along the line we have switched to sinkers - draft beer with shots of whiskey dropped into them. My lips are numb and I am having trouble walking. Eddie has me by the hand and is leading me somewhere. We are in a secluded area surrounded by fences and shrubs. The motel Jacuzzi is bubbling away madly. Eddie wants us to get in. I protest that I don't have a bathing suit. He points to a sign and grins. I force my eyes to focus. It ain't easy, but finally I scope out that the sign says "BATHING SUITS REQUIRED DURING DAYLIGHT HOURS". I fucking love California!

Eddie takes my dress by the straps and pulls it down to a pile around my legs. I step out of it. He lifts my tits with firm fingers, and tucks the bra under them, making them stand out like the bumper guards on those old, old Cadillacs. He twists the nipples between his fingers, leans over and bites them. A streak of fire shoots from my nipples to my crotch. He unhooks my bra and takes it off, then pulls my panties down across my thighs. He steps back and looks at me. "Beautiful" he says, "Fuck-ing beautiful." I feel fucking beautiful. I drop my panties and slink over to the hot tub. He strips and follows. We are touching in the hot, hot water, and stroking, and taking turns sticking our tongues down each other's throats. His hand is squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples. Suddenly it is between my legs, flipping my button, driving me wild. I reach out and find his cock. It is big, very big, hot and hard. A flash of fear runs through me, followed by a surge of excitement. I roll over into his lap, slide down, taking that hard hot cock and rubbing it between my tits. Eddie leans back, enjoying the massage, pumping gently against me. I my hands rub up and down the shaft. I put my face in the water and take the tip in my mouth, tonguing the sensitive spot under the tip.

Eddie puts his hands under my armpits, and lifts me onto his lap. Like magic my pussy finds its way onto his prick, and I slide slowly down on to it. It is big, and hot, and hard, and it fills me. I am on fire. I am nothing but a huge, hungry pussy. I squirm on his cock, front to back, up and down, side to side, around in circles. Eddie is holding me by the tits, pinching the nipples. I am coming, and coming, and coming. He cries out, a long breathy "aaah", and I feel his prick pulsing and his hot juices are flooding me, mixing with mine. I am laying collapsed in Eddies arms, my breathing slowly calming down to normal.

I start to put on my clothes, but Eddie stops me. I look at him; he is shaking his head side to side. He puts a finger to his lips to shush me. He picks up his clothes and goes to the gate of the Jacuzzi. I follow him. We look carefully, no one in sight. Giggling like kids, we streak across the parking lot to our room. We almost make it. Eddie is fumbling with the key when the door right next to ours opens, flooding us with light. A fat old fart is standing in the doorway, an ice bucket in his hand, his mouth is hanging open, as his eyes look from me to Eddie and back to me. I give him a glamour pose, one hand behind my head, the other on my hip, my boobs sticking straight out toward him. His eyes stick out on stalks as her looks at me piece by piece. By now Eddie has the door open, and he jerks me inside. He sticks his head back out and says "happy dreams!" and slams the door. We are laughing ourselves silly.

There is a big window next to the door, and I notice that the drapes are not drawn. The old man has walked over to the window and is looking in. I lean back on the bed, spreading my legs and giving him the wide-angle view. I say "I da' know Eddie, do you think we oughta close the blinds?"

Eddie says "Huh?", looking over toward the window. "Oh my" he says, walking casually to the window. By the time he gets there, a dumpy old woman has joined the geezer at the window. She looks at me, and her eyes go saucer size. Then she sees Eddie and his magnificent tool, and her eyes plain bug out of her head. Eddie stands there a minute. She is pulling on the old fart’s arm, trying to move him away from the window, but he is rooted to the spot, and so is she. Eddie finally closes the blinds.

We are laughing hysterically again, when suddenly Eddie pushes me back onto the bed. He spreads my legs and swoops down on me. His tongue is diving in my cunt, them it moves up to my clit, holding it with his lips while he flips it with his tongue. I suck in my breath. I can hear myself moaning. He is driving me wild! His tongue is still doing a dance on my clit, and he has two fingers up my cunt, twisting and turning, making me crazy. I come all over him, and he looks up at me, a silly sweet grin on his face, as my juice drips off his chin.

The rest of the night is one big, raunchy blur. I hear this voice saying the dirtiest things. "Fuck me Eddie, shove it in my hungry cunt, baby, sock it to me! Oh, oh, ah! Oh jeez baby, I love you cock in me! Oh fuck me blind, baby" I realize that the voice is mine.

Somewhere along the line I remember Eddie holding me up by the ankles, ramming his wonderful tool deep into my cunt like a pile driver. I remember the soft silky skin, and the warm eager hardness of his cock in my mouth, him holding me alongside the head and driving his rod deep into my throat, half gagging me, the silky bitter taste of his cum. I remember being on my knees, my face jammed into the tangled blankets, Eddie pounding me from behind. I remember coming, and coming, and coming. I don't remember falling asleep.

Getting Even



This is a break from the 3 stories about my wife, My wife wants to write a story about her sister, Mary.



Mary had been married for 5 years and still no children. Her husband, Tony, kept stalling about children until they got a new, larger home. He had a good job except for the fact that once a month he needed to go out of town for a couple of days. What started out to be one night away grew to leaving Friday AM and returning Monday evening. Mary thought about it but didn't really think anything was wrong.

They had just finished talking about children and he decided that yes they were ready and she had gone off the pill now for a month and almost ready to get pregnant.

Now this.....

Tony had left to go to the airport and leave for the weekend. Mary soon after Tony left had to go to the store for some groceries. As she passed one house she saw Tony's car in a drive with the trunk open. She drove to a side street where she could see his can and watched as he came from he house carrying a suitcase followed by a blond. Mary watched as Tony put the bag in the trunk then led the blond to the passenger side of the car and embraced her, and kissed her as she sat in the car.

Mary followed him to the airport where she saw them enter and Tony get the tickets for both of them and soon disappeared down the runway for the flight arm in arm.

The first thing she though as she got into her car was "That's why he is tired and doesn't have time for sex". "I'll get even, I don't know how but I will get even".

Mary was a very attractive woman, age 26, brunette, 5'4", weighing in around 125, and very shapely hour glass figure.

She had to think and headed for home, to herself she said "forget the groceries I have to think this over." She was about 3 blocks from home when she felt the front tire go flat and pulled over to the curb.

To herself she said "That's all I need, a husband screwing another woman and now a flat tire, what next?"

She heard a car stop and looked to see two black men about her age headed her direction saying "You got a problem lady?"

Pointing at the front tire she said "Yeah, it's flat".

The one that talked to her motioned to the car and 4 more black men got out and approached them. Two of them quickly started to change it for her. She stepped back and one man stepped close to her his arm around her waist saying "Please don't get onto the street, and slowly guided her to the curb still holding her at the waist.

As they watched the other two change her tire the one holding her at the waist slowly slide his hand upwards until he was right below her breast. She didn't know what to do mainly because they were helping her, and just as feeling was beginning to her, and pussy was getting wet. Here she thought about Tony and that woman he just left with and her thought "Get even" was strong.

The man there said to her "My name is Rudy and yours?"

"Mary"

His hand know was cupping her breast and squeezing her nipple. AS he was holding one breast the other had took one of her arms and placed it on his crotch and she could feel what felt like his wrist, then realized it was his cock. He released her hand and slowly was unbuttoning her blouse.

By now Mary was in his control and let him do what he wanted. She knew how this would end and she would have a real shock to tell Tony. Her bra came apart and both tits were now bare for all to see.

Rudy called to the others "Look what we have here", as he cupped both of her tits. Then to her he asked "have you ever had a black cock in you".

"No only my husband."

"Oh you are going to like the six of us when we finish changing the tire."

"Do you live near here?"

"About 2 blocks east and my home will be empty until Monday evening."

"Oh guys she going to entertain us all weekend, this is our lucky weekend, lovely lady nice build and willing."

Then tire was now changed and as Rudy guided her to the car she asked him "You and the others can ride with me if you want."

Three of the young black men got into the car with her as the other three got to their own can and followed her. She reached her home and opened her garage door and room for both cars. She stopped and Rudy helped her out of her blouse and bra. she got out of the car topless, and smiling about what Tony would think when he finds that she entertained 6 black men for the weekend.

She led them to the kitchen where she removed her skirt and panties to stand naked for them to look over.

She took Rudy by his hand and told him "I guess your first and we shall all go to the bedroom."

She dropped on the bedand spread her legs.She watched as Rudy stripped and she saw his cock and thought, "He is bigger than Tonys 5 1/2 inch by twice both length and width, So big will it fit, will it hurt?" Naked Rudy wasted no time in getting atop her with his cock headed for her wet cunt. As he slid his cock into her cunt she looked around and saw that the others were naked and she thought "They're bigger than Rudy by far."

One she found out later was 17" long and almost 5" width.

Before the evening was over each of them had put at least two loads of sperm deep into Marys cunt, and another load of cum in her mouth, she loved the taste. She fell asleep with one of them still in her cunt.

She woke and all six were ready for fucking her some more. She smiled at them and told them "OK but when you finish we go to the kitchen for food, then more sex."

The rest of the weekend was spent with one after the other fucking her cunt and ass, feeding

her cum, sometime three at a time.

After they left Monday noon with her phone number and invitation to come when ever they wanted. 

She opened the mail and there was a doctor bill and opening it was for her husband and the cost for the vasectomy that was done a month ago. Then it hit her this past weekend she was fertile and she has no idea how much sperm was put in to her, then she smiled and decided not to say another thing to Tony until she knew if she was pregnant, then drop the bomb.

Every day there was at least one of the six black men coming to visit and fuck her which she eagerly did. She told them "If you have a friend bring him along, I want more."

A month later she missed her period and anounced to Tony "Honey, I'm pregnant." The added "Guess your operation didn't work huh."

He looked at her and asked "What operation?"

"Don't act like nothing happened I saw the doctor bill, didn't work huh?"

He tried to find a way to explain but couldn't, Mary then told him "Well just you wait and see what we have,boy or girl."

"By the way are you still seeing the woman around the corner." 

"What woman?"

"The blond you have been taking on your weekend trips, not a word Tony I watched you."

Mary was now in her form and getting even, making Tony squirm. "You better tell her I am pregnant and got pregnant since you had your operation and see what she says." 

Then she smiled at him and said "In fact you better call her tell her to get over here we have some things to discuss...NOW."

It took Tony a few minutes then her called the woman, Bertha, "Can you come over, important."

He hung up saying "she will be over."

A half hour later there was a knock on the door Tony answered it and escorted her into the kitchen where Mary sat smiling.

He introduced her as Bertha Johnson.

"It seems that My wife is pregnant, got pregnant after we came back a month ago."

Bertha cried out at him "I thought you had the operation."

Mary spoke up "Wait till the 9 months are over and see what the operation did for you and him."

Bertha got up and as she headed for the door said "Forget it Tony I don't want to see you any more." and slammed the door as she left.

For the next 8 months Tony stayed at home except for an over night once. Mary got bigger with the baby soon coming.

Then the baby came and what Mary knew it was a black baby boy. The first thing Tony could say was "How did that happen?"

Smiling Mary then told him. "You remember the weekend you went for 4 days, and I had a flat tire?"

"Yes."

"I met six black men, all young guys that changed the tire."

"Yes."

"Well I invited them all to the house and they took care of my lack of sex, all six of the kept me fill of black cocks and baby making cream."

She continued "And I have kept on meeting them almost every day. So that now I have nearly 30 black men that have filled me with their lovely black cocks."

Since then Tony has tried to be a good father to the boy and Mary has added two girls to the family all black. She has been meeting black men every since and Tony has not been able to stop it, in fact has liked to watch her as she got fuck by the big black cocks go to work on his pretty white woman.

More about Mary and her black men might be coming if I can get her to tell me about them.

One way to get back at your husband huh?????



Getting Even



"Honey, that young man over there with Sadie—is that the nephew she keeps talking about?

"He's cute. I think I'll show him around the place. Kind of give him a guided tour.

"No, you go greet some of the other guests. I'll be fine."

You watch as I turn and walk toward the athletic-looking young man in jeans. My short skirt hugs my ass. My hips roll softly, seductively, as I move across the ceramic-tiled patio in my high heels.

It's quite a while before I run into you again. There are so many people at our party, it's so easy to lose track of your sexy, young wife, isn't it?

"Where's who, honey?" I ask, like I don't know who you're talking about.

"Oh, him?" I couldn't help but giggle.

"His name is Brian, by the way. And he's inside. ... waiting for me.

"Well, yes. I told him I'd be in in a few minutes—as soon as I caught up with you and told you what's going on.

"Well, I'm sure you haven't forgotten the little agreement we made a few months ago ... After I found out you were screwing Jackie Carlton?

"That's right. I get to return the extramarital favor. I get to have a date with another man.

"OK, you're right. We didn't exactly call it a date. I get to fuck another man. You like the sound of that better?

"Yes, I'm talking about Brian. And he's not a 'boy'!

"He may look like a boy, but he's definitely a man where it counts.

"How do I know? Well, we were down by the pond a few minutes ago, and he gave me a kiss.

"No, not out of the blue. He was telling me how lucky you are to have such an attractive, young wife, and he was looking me up and down--practically undressing me with those big, blue eyes of his.

"I thanked him for the compliment and told him I thought he was a very, sexy young man. And then I told him a big fib.

"I told him that you and I had an arrangement. I told him we both date other people.

"Yes, he believed me. And it was right after that, that he kissed me... and while we were kissing I discovered the size of his cock.

"Through his jeans, silly. I groped him... and he groped me.

"... my ass, if you must know," I giggle, amused by your interest in the smutty little details of my encounter with Brian.

"... and then my tits," I add, painting the picture for you, the picture of your slightly inebriated young wife letting someone she's just met put his hands where only her husband should.

"Anyway—to make a long story short: Brian's the one I've decided to have sex with.

"Revenge sex, you might want to call it.

"Yes. That's right. I plan to fuck him.

"That's why he's in the house waiting for me. I thought about just asking him to have dinner with me one night next week... and just see where it leads. But, while we were kissing, he pushed my skirt up... and started touching me—through my panties.

"Honey, he made my pussy so wet. I thought I was going to come right there.

"It was actually his idea to go in the house and find an empty room.

"I told him how to get to the guest bedroom, honey ...and I said I'd meet him there in a few minutes.

"No, I'm not backing down. A deal's a deal. You cheated on me, and now it's my turn to cheat on you!

"So, while you're walking around, sipping your martinis, think about me. Upstairs. With that young man. That 22-year old boy—as you call him. Think about him unbuttoning your wife's silk blouse. Think about me taking off my skirt for him.

"Think about the two of us rolling around on that bed... our clothes falling off as we kiss and fondle each other.

"Think about Brian unhooking my bra, honey. My nipples are hard right now, just thinking about how good his lips are going to feel on my bare breasts.

"Honey, in a few minutes, another man is going to have his hands all over your wife. Your faithful wife... who trusted you ...who never dreamed that you'd ever cheat on her.

"And your faithful, young wife is going to have her hands all over another man! Mmmmm," the mere thought of it brings a smile to my face.

"Another man is going to be pulling your wife's panties off in a few minutes...and that man is going to be sliding his hard cock into her precious little pussy, honey.

"Oh, there's one more thing you should know, sweetheart. If Brian fucks me as good as I think he's going to, I'm going to ask him to spend the night. 

"At 22, he's probably capable of cumming three or four times in one night, wouldn't you think? It would be a shame to waste all that potential, wouldn't it? ...all that hot cum stored up in that young man's balls. Ooh, I can hardly wait to feel that big cock of his inside me.... inside my little, wet pussy."

"What's that, honey?"

"What should you tell guests who want to know where I disappeared to? I don't care. Make up something. Or, you can tell them the truth: Tell them your hot, little wife is upstairs in the guest bedroom entertaining one of the guests." My sarcasm seems lost on you. You look stunned. I can't resist snuggling up close to you and whispering in your ear.

"Tell them, I'll be down ... as soon as Brian and I finish fucking.

"Mmm... Gotta go, Baby! I don't want to keep my date waiting." I plant a little kiss on your cheek, before turning and heading into the house.

"I love ya," I call back, a big smile on my face.



Getting Even



Bella stood before her mirror as she dressed. "I don't know why you're complaining. It's your fault after all."

Grant sat on their bed with his head in his hands. "Can't we do something else, Bella?"

"Why?" she asked.

"Because this is stupid!" he exclaimed.

"Really? So you'd rather I call my lawyer and tell him to proceed with the divorce?"

"No!" he exclaimed.

"Then we proceed."

Bella slipped on a maroon dress that hugged her curves and accented her full, round breasts. "Must you wear that?" asked Grant.

"Yes, I must. It makes me look sexy."

"I know, too sexy."

Bella smiled wickedly. "Maybe I should have worn it more often then. But wait, I've only had the dress for a month and you've been fucking your secretary for over a year."

Grant sighed, "I know."

"It was bad enough you were cheating on me for most of our marriage, but when you dared to bring that little tart here, and fuck her in our bed, that was going too far. Seeing that little slut in our bed was just too much."

"So this is your idea of revenge?"

"If I wanted revenge you'd be having your balls handed to you by my lawyer. This is more like... justice."

"It's cheating."

"No," she said, turning toward her husband. "It's getting even."

~*~*~*~

Grant entered the bar and sat in the booth they had selected a few days prior. It was the one where he'd have the best view of Bella's show. The waitress came by wearing a short skirt and low cut top. Grant ordered a scotch neat, with a beer chaser. He wanted to get drunk, but he knew that wasn't part of their deal. He also wanted bend the waitress over the table and pound her like he had his secretary so many times before Bella caught him.

Grant's mind wandered back to how this all came about. He and Bella had been married for over ten years, and had two beautiful children, yet Grant wanted more. He wanted what he thought Bella wouldn't give him. His first affair was with a coworker. It was a passionate, but short lived affair. Grant ended it when he learned Bella was pregnant with their son.

His next affair was with his best friend's wife that lasted until Bella got pregnant with their daughter. He tried to resist temptation, but faltered often. When he went to New York on business and met a client's wife, he knew he had to have her, and have her he did. But when she called with a pregnancy scare, he decided it was time for a vasectomy. He chose to not tell Bella, though she hinted often she wanted another child.

He swore after the vasectomy he'd behave himself, until Penny, his secretary arrived. She was beautiful woman of twenty, firm, and sexy with long red hair, big green eyes, and huge breasts. He learned after their first encounter her breasts were implants, but he didn't care. She could suck his cock dry in a matter of minutes and would often give him a blowjob under his desk while he was on the phone with important clients making him feel presidential. She also knew he would never leave his wife and after some prodding, she talked him into taking her to his place instead of a no-tell motel.

That was his critical mistake. He was pounding her tight ass and pulling her red hair as she screamed obscenities when Bella walked in on them and hit the roof. After weeks of begging, she agreed to talk. What Grant didn't expect, was what her terms for reconciliation would be. Now he was sitting here in this bar waiting for the cute little brunette waitress, the one he would love to sneak off to the bathroom with and fuck her brains out, to bring him his drinks, and his wife to arrive.

As the waitress set the glasses down, Bella walked in. The maroon dress flowed as she walked. Grant thought it might have been his imagination, but it seemed that every man turned when she entered, and all eyes were on her. Her blonde hair was curled to perfection, her makeup was flawless, and her body was smoking hot in that dress. Around her neck was the diamond and garnet pendant he had given her for her birthday last year. It hung perfectly at the apex of the valley of her cleavage. He knew the push-up bra was enhancing her already luscious and natural breasts.

Bella sat down at the barstool they had selected previously so Grant would have the best view of her show. She ordered a drink and glanced around the bar. Grant knew she was picky and wondered how long before she made her selection. As it turned out, he didn't have to wait long.

The man sitting at the far end of the bar with the dark hair, tanned skin, and wearing the expensive suit watched Bella enter and sit down. He also watched her ignore most of the men there, especially the one with the salt and pepper hair at the booth who was staring at her with a raw hunger. He waited for her to finish her first drink, then flagged the bartender and told him her next drink was on him. He waited in silence for her to order the second drink, and the smile that grew when she learned he had already paid for it.

The man walked over and sat next to her on the empty barstool. "Thank you for the drink," she said politely.

"You're welcome. I'm Zane," he said extending his large, muscular hand. His deep voice washed over Bella and added to her attraction to him.

"Bella," she replied, taking his hand into hers. His hand dwarfed hers easily and she smiled up at him.

"What is a beautiful woman like you doing in a dive like this?" he asked, releasing her hand.

"Having a drink and talking with you at the moment."

Zane laughed. His brown eyes sparkled as he looked at her. "I like your sense of humor."

"Thanks. Some days it's all I have."

"Would you like to dance?"

"I'd love to."

Zane led her to the dance floor and held her petite and curvy frame close. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her head lay on his shoulder, and he enjoyed the view of her breasts. Her hand seemed pale in his as they slowly swayed on the floor. He could smell her sweet perfume and wanted to know if his fantasy matched her reality.

Bella breathed in his cologne and sighed. His firm chest and dark skin made her pale skin seem to glow. Yes, if he were willing, this would be the man she would take home tonight. She saw Grant watching them dance, with the mixture both anger and jealousy in his eyes. Part of her was leaping for joy that he was jealous, and part of her was wanting him to stop this, but she knew he wouldn't. Not only was that not his style, this was her game and thus, they were playing by her rules.

After a few dances, they walked back to the bar for another round of drinks. Bella was flirting with this stranger and was debating how she was going to explain to this stranger what she wanted when he asked, "Is there a reason that man in the booth behind us keeps staring at you?"

Bella glanced over at Grant, then said, "That's my husband."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," said Bella sipping her drink. "A few months ago I caught him fucking his secretary in our bed. I kicked his sorry ass out and contacted a lawyer. Then he came crawling back begging me for a second chance. See, he thinks I only know about his secretary, but I've known for years just how unfaithful he's been to me. So, after some thought, I decided the best way for him to prove just how sorry he was for his past transgressions, was for him to watch another man fuck me."

"And he agreed to this?"

"We're here tonight aren't we?"

Zane looked over at Grant, then back at Bella. "May I ask, why the fuck would you want to give him a second chance?"

"I'd say it's because I love him. But also I want to be able to tell my children we did all we could and mean it. Plus, he needs to know how I feel and I want justice."

"Ah," said Zane finishing his drink, "you want a revenge fuck."

"Do you mind?" Bella asked sheepishly.

Zane smiled wickedly, "Not in the least. What is your husband's name?"

"Grant."

"Well Bella, Grant is an idiot for cheating on such amazing lady as yourself. But maybe making Grant a cuckold for one night will do him some good."

"A what?"

"A cuckold... when a female has sex with a male that isn't her mate. By your making him watch you as you fuck another man, namely me, you're making him a cuckold."

"I didn't know there was such a term."

"Oh my yes. And I hope we can do this more than just tonight. By the way, you mentioned children earlier. Where are they?"

"With my parents for the weekend. They don't need to know about this."

Zane smiled. "Good call. So where are we going to engage in this revenge fuck?"

"Justice fuck," corrected Bella, "and at our home. If he can fuck his secretary there, then I can have my justice fuck there as well. That is, if you don't mind."

"And miss the chance to enjoy such a lovely lady as yourself? Oh hell no. Even if it's just for one night, it will be well worth it in the end. But before we begin, may I kiss you?"

Bella looked up at him surprised. She couldn't remember a man ever asking to kiss her before, they always just did it. "Um... sure."

"I'm guessing no man has ever asked to kiss you before?" he asked, brushing a stray blonde hair behind her ear.

"You guessed right."

Zane smiled, took her face into his hands, leaned down, and softly kissed her lips. Electricity shot through Bella's body, hardening her nipples and dampening her panties. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to slip in. The sensation was almost overwhelming for Bella as she breathed in deeply through her nose.

When Zane broke off their kiss, Bella gasped, "Wow."

"Is that a good wow?" asked Zane.

"Fuck yeah!"

Zane laughed and glanced over at Grant who was clearly pissed. "Well, then I thank you for such a compliment."

"I should be thanking you," said Bella, still a bit breathless. "I can't remember the last time a man kissed me like that."

"Now that's a shame. You should be kissed like that often. Now I wonder what else you haven't experienced in a long time."

"Wanna find out?"

"Indeed I do my dear. Shall we take our leave?"

"Yes."

Zane took Bella's arm and escorted her out of the bar. Grant quickly followed and watched his wife climb into Zane's expensive sports car. He growled under his breath and followed them to his home. He watched Bella and Zane enter the house as he parked, then quickly followed them in. He could hear them upstairs talking and giggling. He ran up the stairs, two at a time and found them sitting on the bed in the master bedroom, both still fully dressed. Zane had his arm around Bella's shoulders.

"Oh, hello Grant," said Bella in an almost sticky sweet voice. "So glad you could join us."

Grant was panting from his dash upstairs. Seeing Zane next to his wife angered him. "Get your hands off her," growled Grant.

"Why?" asked Zane. "I'm not hurting her."

"I said, get your hands off her."

"No," snapped Bella. "Zane is doing nothing wrong, and we had a deal. Now, either sit down and shut up or get out. Either way, Zane is staying."

"This is stupid Bella," snapped Grant.

"Was it so stupid when you were fucking your secretary? How about your best friend's wife? Or your coworker? I know, let's talk about all the other women you've fucked during our ten year marriage."

Grant's face went rather pale. "Um... I ugh... um..."

"Yes Grant, I know about them all."

Grant ran his fingers though his hair. "Is this why you want me to watch?" the anger and force was lost from his voice.

"Partly yes. And partly because it's a fantasy of mine to be watched while I'm fucked."

"What?" asked Grant.

"You heard me Grant," said Bella, her tone rather flat. "Now, you have a choice, either sit down and enjoy the show, or get the fuck out. Just know that if you leave, our deal is off."

Zane sat quietly. He wanted to say something, but knew it was best to keep quiet. He'd been in this situation before and it always ended the same way, with him having a night of wild, hot, passionate sex with an angry woman. The question was if Grant was going to watch or not.

"Fine," hissed Grant as he sat in the chair near the bed that Bella set for him before they left for the bar.

Zane reached over and stroked Bella's hair. "I can go if you'd like," he whispered in her ear.

Bella turned to him and kissed his lips. "Does that look like I want you to leave?"

Zane smiled wickedly. "Not in the least."

Zane kissed Bella again. Their tongues intertwined as their arms wrapped around each other. Bella pushed Zane's jacket off and began to untie his tie. Zane began to unzip her dress. They quickly undressed each other until they were both standing at the foot of the bed, staring at each other in just their undergarments. Bella's breasts heaved in her bra with every breath and her hard nipples poked though the fabric. Her thong panties showed the dark stain from her arousal. Zane's boxers tented from his hard cock.

"Fuck you're beautiful," whispered Zane.

"Thank you," said Bella.

Zane took Bella into his arms, kissing her passionately, caressing her exposed skin. He reached around and released her bra, tossing it toward Grant. Grant caught the bra and dropped it to the floor. He glared at Zane, knowing he threw it at him on purpose. Zane cupped her breasts in his hands, and smiled as they more than filled his palms.

"A woman's breasts should always be at least a handful and yours my dear, are a handful plus, not to mention simply exquisite."

"Thanks," whispered Bella.

Zane leaned down and took her left nipple into his mouth. He suckled her small, taut nipple, teasing it with his tongue, listening to her breath and soft moans. He switched to her right nipple and smiled as she moaned. He could also hear Grant shifting his weight in his seat, but otherwise not moving.

Zane had Bella lay on the center of the bed, then asked, "What's your favorite position?"

"Um... position?"

"When you have sex, what works best for you?"

"Oh," said Bella, then giggles. "You'll think it's silly."

"Please Bella, tell me."

"I like being on my back."

"Ah, missionary... always a favorite."

"And from behind."

Zane smiled wickedly. "Mmmm, doggie style. You like the idea of your man fucking you like a bitch in heat."

Bella giggled again. "Yeah."

"What about anal?"

"I've always wanted to try it."

"You what?" snapped Grant.

Bella looked over at Grant. "I said I've always wanted to try it. The problem was you never asked. You treated sex with me like it was your job. Hell, you rarely got me off. The first time I had an orgasm I thought something was wrong with me. And that happened when I was alone and masturbating. You'd mount me, fuck me, and cum. You rarely went down on me. You almost never did any more than necessary to get me wet and when you were cheating, you would ignore me for months."

"Bella," said Zane softly, stroking her hair, "would you be willing to try anal with me?"

"No!" snapped Grant.

"Hush Grant," said Bella, "he asked me not you. And, to be honest Zane, I'm not sure."

"That's an honest answer," said Zane. "Now, you mentioned oral."

"Don't count on it buddy," said Grant.

"I rather enjoy it," said Bella.

"Giving or receiving?" asked Zane.

"Both."

"Bullshit!" snapped Grant. "She hasn't sucked my cock in years."

"And why should I?" barked Bella. "When was the last time you ate my pussy? When was the last time you did anything to make me cum? You picked your whores over me time and time again. I got tired of trying."

Zane kissed Bella's cheek and whispered softly, "If you suck my cock I'll eat your pussy until you cum twice."

Bella's cheeks flushed as she said, "Do you want to cum in my mouth?"

"That would be nice, but I might want to cum on your face, or those amazing tits. I'm not sure yet."

"I hope you're willing to cum more than once."

"I like that idea darling," said Zane.

"Me too."

Bella began kissing down Zane's body until she reached his boxers. She grabbed the waist band with her teeth and slid them down his body. His firm cock sprang out and bobbed as she removed his boxers and dropped them on the floor. She gave Grant a quick glance and saw the look of frustration on his face. A quick smile grew across her face as she turned her focus to Zane's cock.

She wrapped her hand around the thick shaft, the head was hidden from view due to the foreskin that surrounded it, and it was quite different from Grant's cock. Zane had not been circumcised where Grant had. Bella couldn't remember the last time she'd seen an uncut man outside of a porn video, and even then it was a rare sighting. She slid the foreskin back to see the swollen, purple mushroom head. Zane moaned softly, watching Bella examine his member.

"I take it you've not had an uncut man before," said Zane.

"Only once," she said softly. "But that was years before I met Grant."

Grant mumbled something under his breath, but neither understood nor bothered to ask. A bit of precum was leaking out of the head and Bella licked it up, savoring the salty-sweet taste.

"Mmmm, tasty," she purred.

"Thank you," whispered Zane.

Bella wrapped her red lips around Zane's cock and slid it into her mouth. Zane moaned as he felt his cock enter the warmth of her sweet mouth. He wanted to grab the back of her head and fuck her mouth hard, but he decided since Grant was watching he'd let Bella run the show.

Bella began to bob her head up and down his shaft, licking and moaning as she worked. Her hands caressed his balls and stroked his shaft. She worked her mouth and tongue lower and lower until her chin hit his balls. Grant made a strange sound witnessing this, and Zane fought to keep from shooting his load too soon. He grabbed Bella's hair and pulled her off his cock.

"Holy fuck Bella, you can suck cock like no woman I've ever met before."

"Thank you."

"But I need to return the favor. Don't worry though... if I have it my way, I will have you suck my cock again."

"I'm sure you will."

Zane pulled Bella up and rolled her on her back. "For now though, I must taste that sweet pussy of yours."

Zane made short work of her panties and tossed them at Grant, hitting him in the face.

"Bastard," hissed Grant, tossing the panties to the floor.

Zane chuckled as he turned his focus on Bella. The curly blonde hair, neatly trimmed pointed to apex of Bella's womanhood and Zane's destination.

"When the fuck did you start trimming that?" asked Grant.

"Who fucking cares," growled Zane, pushing her legs apart. "It's beautiful."

"Thank you," whispered Bella.

Zane leaned in and breathed in her musky aroma that mixed perfectly with her perfume. He licked her labia and Bella gasped. If he thought her aroma was intoxicating, her taste was like sweet wine and he just wanted to drink more. He slid his tongue inside her, lapping up her juices, then licking up to her clit. Bella squirmed as Zane slid two fingers into her pussy, feeling her inner walls clamp down on his fingers. Bella moaned, her body shook, and Zane's fingers were quickly soaked as her orgasm raged through her body. Zane lapped up her sweet juices that fueled his own desire to fuck this woman in ways no man had done before.

Then Zane remembered his promise; she was to receive two orgasms from oral in exchange for her sucking his cock, so he continued his tongue lashing. Bella squirmed and moaned as Zane licked and fingered her pussy. Bella tugged at her small nipples, teasing and twisting them. Zane sucked her clit into his mouth and soon, the second orgasm ravished Bella's body. Her body shook more violently than before as her legs clamped down on Zane's head.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed, while Zane drank her sweet nectar. When Bella came down from her orgasm, she gasped, "Fuck me Zane. Fuck me hard."

"With pleasure."

Grant growled but said nothing as he watched Zane mount Bella and begin to fuck her. Grant's cock was now rock hard and wanted to be freed from his pants. Zane began to thrust within Bella's pussy as Grant unzipped his pants. Zane smiled wickedly, knowing Bella was getting her fantasy fulfilled and Grant was on some level enjoying the show.




Getting Even



Zane pumped Bella's pussy, filling her with is cock. Her tight pussy hugged his cock as he thrust within her. Sweat formed on his back as he worked. Bella moaned, wrapped her arms and legs around him, and held him close as her third orgasm stormed through her body.

Zane pulled out as she finished and said, "On your knees woman. I want to fuck you like a bitch in heat."

"Woof woof," said Bella with a giggle as she rolled over. "Fuck my pussy hard."

Both Bella and Zane noticed Grant was stroking his cock. Zane smacked her ass hard before sliding his cock back into Bella's pussy. He resumed pounding her pussy again, occasionally smacking her ass. Then he gripped her hips firmly knowing his own climax was just moments away.

"Is this what you wanted Bella?" asked Zane. "For me to fuck your pussy hard?"

"Yes," she gasped.

"Say it."

"I wanted you to fuck my pussy."

"How did you want me to fuck your pussy?"

"I wanted you to fuck it hard!"

"Will you let me have your ass later?"

"Yes! I want you to fuck my ass later!"

Zane grabbed a handful of Bella's hair and pulled her back toward him. "Before I go home?"

"Yes! Before you go home!"

"I'm ready to cum Bella! Do you want me to fill your pussy with my cum?"

"Yes!" she screamed. "Fill my pussy with your cum!"

Bella's pussy clamped down, milking Zane's cock, pushing him over the edge. He growled as he felt his cock pulse, filling her wanting pussy with all he had to give her.

Grant made a strange sound as he too, ejaculated on his clothes. He never thought watching another man fuck Bella would be such a turn-on, but the evidence was clear. The smell of raw sex, perfume, and cologne filled the bedroom from all three.

Zane leaned over and kissed Bella's shoulders and back. "You were fucking amazing."

"As were you," Bella purred.

Zane held Bella close until his cock slipped out and Bella collapsed onto the bed. Zane sat back on his haunches, admiring the view of Bella's naked body. He could see the sweat glisten off her back with every breath she took.

"Doesn't look like you're fucking her ass any time soon," hissed Grant.

Bella raised her head and turned toward Grant. "He can have it in the morning."

"Oh?" said Grant. "And just where is lover-boy sleeping?"

"Here, with me," said Bella.

"The hell he is!" snapped Grant. "Now you've had your slutty fantasy Bella, but enough is fucking enough."

Bella put her arm under her head, propping it up and looked at Grant. "Yes, he is. That is, if he wants. Do you want to spend the night with me Zane? Sleep with me in this bed and fuck my ass in the morning."

"Fuck yeah I do," said Zane, smiling.

"And just where the fuck am I sleeping?" asked Grant.

"Guest bedroom," said Bella in a matter-of-fact tone.

"This is my fucking house!" roared Grant.

"No, it's not," said Bella. "You put it in my name to avoid paying taxes on it when you bought it. And community property or not, Zane is my guest, this is my fucking house." Bella paused for a moment, then added with a more stern tone, "Tonight, we are playing by my fucking rules."

Grant huffed for a few moments then stormed out of the room, slamming the door. Zane waited a few moments before he said, "I didn't want to cause problems."

"You didn't. Now do me a favor and lock the door so Grant can't sneak in later."

"Seriously?"

"Please Zane. I want to rest before you take my virgin ass, but I think after the way Grant behaved he'll have to settle for listening."

Zane rose and locked the bedroom door. "Does Grant have a key?"

"Not anymore," said Bella, smiling and pulling the bedding down, "I changed the lock on this door when I kicked him out and I have the only key."

"Clever girl," said Zane, climbing into bed with her and pulling the covers over them.

"Thank you," said Bella yawning and turning off the lights. "And thank you for staying."

"For a chance to fuck your ass, I'd stay all week."

Bella giggled. "You'll have it sooner than that."

Bella snuggled into Zane's firm chest and quickly drifted off to sleep. Zane held her close and stroked her hair, listening to her breathing, and thinking how if she was his woman, she'd never want the touch of another man, except to fulfill her darkest fantasies. Bella had not been the first married woman he'd enjoyed, nor would she be his last. Though, she was, in his humble opinion, the best cock sucker he'd ever enjoyed, not to mention one of the most beautiful women he'd shared a bed with.

He heard the bedroom door jiggle, then, "What the fuck? You fucking locked the door?"

Bella never stirred; she just slept peacefully. Zane wanted to rise, but feared doing so might wake her, so he just remained still.

The doorknob jiggled again and he heard, "Why doesn't my key work?"

Zane now understood why Bella wanted the door locked. She knew Grant would try to enter once the room was quiet. He held her close to his body, in a protective manner, and waited. Soon he heard Grant storm off, allowing him the ability to relax and go to sleep.

~*~*~*~

Bella felt a strong arm around her waist. It took her a moment to remember the night's wild sexual activities. She opened her eyes to see a sleeping Zane next to her. She admired his chiseled jaw and sculpted features. Zane rolled onto his back, his arm sliding off her body. Bella thought of waking him with a morning blowjob, but decided to use the restroom instead.

As she returned to the room, Zane smiled. "Good morning."

"Good morning yourself. The bathroom is open."

"Mmm, good. I need to pi- ugh, that is... um..."

"You have personal needs you need to attend to before you attend to mine."

"Yes," said Zane slightly embarrassed. He'd never before worried about what he said to his lovers, yet with Bella, it was different. She was different.

Zane rose and walked to the bathroom. Bella watched his slightly hard cock swing with every step, then returned to the bed to allow him some privacy. She pulled out some KY jelly and a condom from her bedside table. She nervously fiddled with them when she heard, "You know we don't have to do this."

"I know," she said smiling. "But I do want to."

Zane walked up and took her trembling hands. "I promise to be gentle and go slow."

"Have you fucked many women's asses?"

Zane smiled as he sat next to her, looking deep into her eyes. "I don't like to kiss and tell, but yes, I've had enjoyed a few lovely ladies' anal pleasures. I know exactly how not to hurt someone like yourself, who's never enjoyed the pleasure of anal sex. Now, that's not saying there won't be some level of pain on your part, but when anal is done right, the pain is minimal and the pleasure is maximized."

Bella smiled. "And you don't mind taking my anal virginity?"

"Not in the least. I take it as a high honor that you even asked me."

Zane leaned in and kissed Bella softly. He kissed him back and pulled him toward her when they heard a loud knock on the bedroom door.

"Open this fucking door Bella and let me in!"

Bella and Zane separated. "He tried to come back in last night after you fell asleep," said Zane. "He didn't sound very pleased his key didn't work."

"I didn't figure he would be," said Bella.

Another loud series of knocks were heard. "I said, let me in Bella!"

"Not by the hair of my chinny chin, chin!" she shouted back.

"Really fucking funny Bella. Now let me in!"

"No!" she shouted. "You acted like an ass to our guest last night so you can listen as Zane takes my final virginity."

"Listen?" cried Grant. "Watching was bad enough, but listening?"

"Take it or leave it," said Bella, coldly. "Zane is having my ass whether you like it or not. Then I shall fix us all breakfast and we'll see where we go from there."

They could hear Grant mumbling, then he said, "I never knew you were such a slut Bella. You're not the woman I married."

"Ironic," snapped Bella, "since you stopped being the man I married years ago."

"You really don't have to do this," whispered Zane.

"I know," she whispered back. "Do you think I'm a slut, Zane?"

Zane shook his head. "Not in the least, Bella. I think you're like a lot of women I've met over the years, neglected and wanting to be desired. I won't lie Bella, you're not the first, and you won't be the last. But I think you knew that when we met last night."

"I did indeed. I knew when you bought me my second drink exactly who you were."

Zane smiled. Though he and Bella had never met before that night, their meeting had been prearranged from a prior lover of his, and friend of Bella's. "What did she tell you?"

"She told me you'd fulfill my sexual fantasies and desires and would be well worth my time."

"And have I?"

"Beyond my wildest expectations. Even if after this morning we never fuck again, it was well worth it. But Zane, I would like to see you again."

Zane ran his fingers through Bella's blonde hair. Though it was still a mess from the wild sex and deep sleep, it was very soft. "I would very much like that Bella."

"Are you two going to fuck or what?" cried Grant through the door.

"So I take it you've chosen to listen then?"

"We had a deal and I am a man of my word."

"Bullshit," hissed Bella under her breath.

"It's a pity you won't see me take your wife's fine ass for the first time. But maybe if you're lucky, you'll get to see a repeat performance."

They heard Grant mumble some profanities, then a chair being dragged to the door. "Well get on with it," said Grant. "We haven't got all fucking morning and I'm fucking hungry."

"You heard the man," said Bella giggling.

Zane wrapped his arms around Bella and kissed her deeply. He caressed her body with his hands, feeling her nervousness and desire. He could still pick up the faint aroma of her perfume mixing with her arousal and desire. Yes, though she was scared, she did want this.

He rolled Bella onto her stomach and had her get on her knees. Then he took the pillows from the bed and set them under her stomach. "This will help and make you a bit more comfortable."

"Okay," she gasped.

Zane took the tube of lubrication and began putting some on her pucker. He carefully pushed it into her anus, watching her rosebud accept his finger with some resistance. Yes, she was truly an anal virgin. "I'm guessing you've only had a man's finger here before."

"Once a year when the doctor performs my annual exams."

"Just relax dear, I'm just getting you ready."

Bella took a deep breath and it seemed her whole body began to relax. Zane continued to add lube until he felt sure she was ready. Then he rolled the condom onto his steel hard cock, and smeared more lube on it.

"I'm going to enter you now Bella and it's probably going to hurt. Just know the pain won't last."

"Okay," said Bella. The tone of her voice echoed her arousal and nervousness.

"Take a deep breath baby, and trust me."

Bella took a deep breath and as she exhaled, Zane slid his cockhead into her anus. Bella yelped and Zane froze. He knew she would need a moment. They both heard, "Bella! Are you all right?"

Bella took a few deep breaths, then said, "Did your cock grow or is that just how it supposed to feel?"

"Your ass is much tighter than your pussy so it just feels bigger," explained Zane. "Do you want to stop or continue?"

"Continue, please."

"As you wish," said Zane with a wicked smile.

Slowly, Zane began to thrust. Slipping his cock deeper into her ass by centimeters at a time. Bella purred and moaned. Zane fucked her ass slowly as he wanted to savor the moment. Bella's moans grew louder as he pumped and gripped her hips firmly. When he was fully in, and his balls touched her pussy, he smiled and sped up a bit.

"Oh yes!" cried Bella. "Fuck me baby! Fuck my ass!"

"Your ass is so fucking tight Bella," said Zane. "I knew you'd be amazing."

Outside the bedroom door, Grant could hear the changes in Bella's moans and the dirty talk between the two lovers. His cock hardened as he pictured his wife's ass being fucked by the man she met in the bar. He began stroking his own cock, wishing it was his cock filling Bella's tight ass. How did he not know she was such a sexual freak? He knew he never asked and just assumed she was like all the other women his friends had married.

In the bedroom, Bella was screaming profanities as Zane pounded her ass. She had cum twice on his balls and he knew his own climax was nearing. "You like me fucking your ass Bella?"

"Yes Zane!"

"Say it!"

"I like you fucking my ass!"

"You like being my fuck-toy?"

"Yes! I like being your fuck toy!"

"Oh fuck Bella! I'm cumming!"

Zane filled the condom and her ass as Bella screamed and coated his balls a third time. Grant ejaculated on his stomach and lap. As he heard the couple come down from their sexual encounter, he returned the chair to its location and cleaned up in the guest bathroom. Zane and Bella took an erotic shower that included Zane pinning Bella to the bathroom wall and fucking her though two more orgasms.

Grant was reading the Sunday paper when Zane and Bella came downstairs. Bella was wearing a sheer nightgown and matching robe, Zane was in his clothes from the night before, his jacket and tie hanging off his arm. Bella quickly make coffee and started breakfast. Neither Zane nor Grant spoke to each other. Grant slid a portion of the newspaper toward Zane, but otherwise ignored him. Zane took a section of paper, but watched Bella cook.

Soon the kitchen smelled of fresh coffee and the sound of bacon sizzling on the pan filled the room. "How do you like your eggs, Zane?"

"Over easy."

Bella giggled. "Same as Grant."

Grant sipped his coffee and grunted. Bella fixed them breakfast and they enjoyed bacon, eggs, and toast. They sipped coffee and ate in silence. When they finished, Bella began to gather up the dishes when Zane stopped her and said, "Where I come from, the cook doesn't clean."

"But you're a guest," said Bella.

"Not an excuse," said Zane. "You cooked, I'll clean."

Bella smiled as Zane cleared the table and washed the breakfast dishes, then put them away with her help. She escorted him out to his car as he handed her his business card. "Call me in a few days and let me know how you are doing."

"I will, I promise."

"I really enjoyed last night and this morning. I hope I can enjoy you again soon."

"As do I, Zane."

Zane saw Grant watching them from the window and smiled. "Goodbye Bella."

Zane leaned down and kissed Bella softly on the lips. Then he reached around and squeezed her ass. "That's the finest ass I've ever fucked. I hope you let me fuck it again soon."

"I shall," she said. "Goodbye Zane."

"Goodbye Bella."

Zane climbed into his car and drove off. Once he was gone, Bella went into the house and found Grant sitting at the kitchen table where they had shared breakfast.

"That was nice of Zane to wash the dishes like that," said Grant not looking up from the paper.

"Yes it was," said Bella.

Grant threw his paper down and looked up at Bella. "You know, I think being fucked by another man makes you even more beautiful."

"Really?"

"Really. In fact, it makes me want you in a way I haven't had in years."

"Oh?"

Grant stood up and took Bella into his arms, kissing her forcefully. He pushed her down onto the kitchen table and pulled her nightgown up. Bella kissed Grant back and moved so he could get her gown over her ass. It was the first time Grant had shown any interest in her sexually in months. He discovered she wasn't wearing any panties and quickly pulled his cock out and slid it into her pussy.

There was a gentle squishing sound as he entered, followed by a soft moan from Bella. Grant fucked his wife on the table harder than he had in years. He pinched her nipples and kissed her roughly. They climaxed together, and kissed. The sex was short lived, but passionate.

"I'm sorry Bella," Grant whispered as they came down from their orgasmic high. "I love you. Let's work things out. Please."

~*~*~*~

Zane was sitting in the small café, sipping coffee and waiting. It had been over two months since he'd shared a bed with Bella and other than a few phone calls shortly after their encounter, they had minimal contact. This made him wonder why she insisted on meeting with him today, when he was sure she had moved on. Bella entered the café, looking as beautiful as ever, and sat down across from Zane.

"Hello Zane."

"Hello Bella. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, and thought of you often. I'm sorry I've been so quiet. So much has happened since I last saw you."

"Well, it didn't help I was out of the country for the last month. Would you like something to drink?"

"Iced tea if you don't mind. And some French fries, please."

"Of course."

Zane flagged the waitress and placed Bella's order. He could tell something was different about her, but he wasn't sure what.

"I was surprised when I got your call the other day. I was sure I'd never hear from you again."

"I'm sure you were, and I'm sorry you felt that way."

"Why don't you tell me what happened."

"Well," began Bella, "after you left, Grant fucked me on our kitchen table in a way he hadn't in years. He begged me to give him a second chance. He promised he'd be faithful. Hell, he even fired his secretary. Well, actually, he reassigned her as firing her might cause a sexual harassment lawsuit. He now has a male secretary so he won't be tempted."

"That's wonderful. But why are you here?"

The waitress set the fries and iced tea down before Bella. "Anything else?"

"May I have some mayonnaise?"

"Sure," said the waitress and walked away.

She returned a moment later with a small bowl with mayonnaise inside it. Bella poured some catsup onto the mayonnaise and mixed the two together. Zane watched this quietly and wondered what Bella wasn't telling him. Bella dipped a fry into the mixture and moaned. "Mmmm, so good. Want some?"

"No thanks," said Zane, politely. "Now, back to my question, why are you here?"

"I'm pregnant."

Zane's eyes grew wide. "How far along?"

"Two months."

"Oh shit! That means..."

"There's a chance it's yours. A good chance in fact."

"Does Grant know this?"

"Now, that's an interesting question," said Bella between fries. "He knows I'm pregnant and he's acting like it's his."

Zane crinkled his brow. "I'm not sure I understand."

Bella ate a few more fries, and drank her tea before she spoke. "You know how I told you I knew about all his affairs."

"Yeah."

"Well, I also know that he nearly knocked up one of his mistresses after I had our daughter and the son-of-a-bitch got a fucking vasectomy behind my back. It was nearly a year after when I found out. Except he thinks I don't know. Now he's acting like this baby is his."

"And you've got your doubts."

"You could say that. I stopped taking the pill shortly after I found out, and until now, I haven't had any luck getting pregnant. So, I'd be willing to bet money that this baby is yours."

Zane took a deep breath. He knew fucking a woman without a condom might result in such a situation, but that was the deal he agreed to when their meeting was set up. "What do you want from me?"

"Honestly, nothing. I know this wasn't something you planned for. Grant wants to pretend this is his child. But if I'm right, and this baby is yours, you do have rights. I'm telling you this because if this baby is yours, I want you to know I won't keep it from you."

Zane finished his coffee in two large gulps. His mind was racing. "How soon do I need to decide?"

"There's no time limit. I won't be suing you for child support. I just felt you had a right to know."

"You know I have fucked another woman since I had you. It was while I was away on business."




Getting Even



"I figured as much," said Bella as she ate. "I kept tabs on you as best as I could. Hell, I haven't fucked Grant in over a month. Not since shortly after that night and morning with you. It seems he found watching you fuck me was a bigger turn on than he realized and he's asked if you'd be willing to do it again. And for the record, I was a good and faithful wife until that night. You and Grant are the only two men I've fucked in over ten years."

"Really?"

"Really."

"And Grant asked if I'd be willing to fuck you again?"

"Yeah. Actually he asked if I'd fuck another man but I insisted on you. To be honest, I'm thrilled at the idea. You made me feel so amazingly sexy that night, but not slutty. Even though Grant said that was how I was acting. I want to offer you a deal. You come and fuck me a few nights a week. When you're done, you're free to go or welcome to spend the night. If the child turns out to be yours as I suspect it is, and you want to walk away, I'll never say a word. But, if you want a relationship with the child, you can be Uncle Zane. After all, I must keep up appearances, you understand."

"And you won't sue me for child support?"

"Not a dime."

"And it's up to me about having a relationship with the child?"

"Yup. I wanted a third baby. This will be my last. I'm not as young as I was with my son, and I knew deep down I wanted three. I've already signed the paperwork to get my tubes tied after I deliver. If Grant wants to keep his façade of the baby being his, so be it."

"I want a DNA test."

"Fair enough. Are you willing to wait until after I deliver? Less risk for the baby."

"Of course."

"You don't need to decide anything now. I've thrown a lot at you. I just wanted you to know."

The waitress refilled Zane's coffee cup and Bella's iced tea. They sat in silence as Bella finished her fries. "Anything else?" the waitress asked.

"No thank you," said Bella.

"The check please," said Zane.

The waitress set the check on the table and said, "Thank you both again."

Zane took the check, then said, "How are you going to explain me to your kids?"

Bella smiled. "Family friend who drinks too much to drive home. We've got other such folks who come and do the same often. Some were even Grant's mistresses, though he didn't dare fuck them in our home when I was there. Our kids know we don't tolerate drinking and driving. I'd rather have all my guest rooms full of drunks sleeping it off than a friend die on the road."

Zane smiled wickedly. "I like single malt scotch."

"I'll keep your favorite brand in stock."

"May I see you tonight?"

"If that is what you wish."

"I do believe you owe me a blowjob with a happy ending."

"I do indeed."

"Will Grant be watching?"

"Yes."

"Good. I like it better when he watches."

"Me too."

"So it's official, he's now a cuckold."

"He is indeed."

They left the café after Zane paid the bill and left a generous tip for the waitress. The walked out to their cars as Bella asked, "What would you like for dinner?"

"Would steak be asking too much?"

"Not in the least. How do you like it cooked?"

"Rare."

"Like me!" squealed Bella. "Grant likes his burnt beyond belief. I have to cook his first then cook mine. Oh yeah, and you'll be meeting our children as well so please be on your best behavior."

"I promise Bella, I will. And they'll love their Uncle Zane."

"Thank you Zane. See you at six then?"

"I'll bring wine for the adults, and apple cider for the kids and you dear."

Bella smiled. "Thank you Zane."

"Oh believe me Bella, the pleasure is all mine."

Zane watched her climb into her car and drive off. He smiled quietly to himself at how differently this affair turned out. Then he looked on his smartphone for local toy stores so he could buy a nice gift for Bella's two children. After all, what kind of 'uncle' would he be if he failed to bring them nice presents?



Getting Even



Bill Trebelov stood frozen and helpless, watching his beloved wife snuggle warmly into the arms of their next door neighbor, Roger. Emily smiled so brightly, she seemed to illuminate from within. She wore a flimsy yellow sundress that left little to the imagination. Her shapely body fit perfectly in Roger's embrace, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle.

They were laughing, surrounded by friends and neighbors with familiar, yet strangely indistinguishable, faces. Roger whispered something into Emily's ear, and it made her giggle like a little girl. She gave him a playful slap on his shoulder, and then raised herself on the tips of her toes to give him a kiss.

Bill opened his mouth to scream, but no words escaped. He struggled to breathe. It felt as though he were underwater. He began to panic, and could feel his chest tighten and his pulse race. Roger looked right into his eyes and acknowledged his presence with a wicked smile. He winked, and kissed Emily again, right there in front of all their friends and neighbors.

This time, as he kissed her, his tongue protruded grotesquely from his mouth and his hands boldly explored her body. He lifted the hem of Emily's dress, exposing her naked buttocks to the warm summer air, and squeezed her firm cheek with his finely-manicured hands. She responded with a playful coo, and returned his kiss him with gratuitous lust.

Roger broke from their kiss and directed his eyes toward Bill once again. This time, his smile contorted into laughter. He pointed a finger at Bill, and all heads turned to follow the path of his direction. The surrounding audience erupted into raucous laughter. Several laughed so hard, they spilled their drinks. Even Emily failed to hide her laughter behind her dainty hand.

Bill followed the gaze of the crowd and lowered his head. He was naked. Completely naked.

He awoke, wild-eyed and gasping for air. He turned to the table beside his bed, and the alarm sounded at that exact moment. He shut it off and turned to the other side of the bed. Just as it had been every morning for the past three years, it was empty.

*** 

At first, Emily thought it was just the flu. She began vomiting, and couldn't keep down any food or liquid. Then, the constipation began, and that led to bloating and unbearable stomach pain. When Bill found her curled up in a fetal position on their bathroom floor one evening, that's when he finally insisted she go to the emergency room and have someone look at her.

When the doctors ordered an ultrasound, the first thought that popped into Bill's mind was that she was pregnant. I don't want another kid, he thought. We finally got the other two out of the house! I'm too old to start over again! In the years to come, he would spend countless lonely nights reflecting on the selfishness of that thought, and berating himself for having it.

"There's no reason to panic," the doctor assured them, but the expression on his face indicated otherwise.

The doctor described a "suspicious" area on Emily's ovaries, and explained that a laparoscopy would be needed to get a better view of the area. Although his insides churned with concern, Bill maintained a calm demeanor and insisted there was no reason to worry.

"We'll get through this," he assured her, gently stroking her hand as she waited to be wheeled away for her procedure. "No matter what ever happens to us, we get through it. Remember when Janie got sick? We thought we'd lose her forever. But we didn't. We got through it together. Remember when we first got married? We lived in that shitty little apartment in that run-down neighborhood?"

Emily gave him a brave smile. "We didn't have two nickels to rub together. And then I made things worse by getting pregnant."

"Yes, well, I suppose I had something to do with that, too," he responded with a smile. "And you worried that we wouldn't have enough money to raise a child. But I told you it would be okay. I told you I was taking classes at night, and I'd make enough money that you wouldn't need to work, and could stay home and raise our baby. Eventually, I'd make enough money that we could move into a nicer place."

"And we did," she said, gripping his hand and looking at him through glistening eyes. "You worked so hard, and provided for our family so well. I couldn't have asked for a better husband and father for our children."

"Well, don't talk as if it's over. There is still a lot more we need to do."

"I'm scared, Bill."

"I...I'm scared, too, Em. But we will get through this, I promise."

While Emily lay in the recovery room after surgery, her doctor marched into the waiting room, wearing that same serious expression Bill had seen before. A growth was found, the doctor explained, and a sample was taken. The results would be known shortly, and there was still hope that it was benign.

"Given her symptoms, however," the doctor added bluntly, "you should prepare yourselves for the worst."

Bill plodded down the hallway toward the recovery room, the floor barely perceptible beneath his feet and the walls growing hazy and colorless. The emotion overwhelmed him so suddenly, he wasn't prepared for it. He quickly made a detour to the nearest restroom, entered the stall furthest from the entrance, locked the door, and collapsed to the floor. He had been taught to believe that real men don't cry. But for the first time in his adult life, he wept like a baby.

*** 

Ovarian cancer. Stage Four. It seemed like an impossible diagnosis. A cruel prank. Only days before she was admitted to the hospital, Emily was as happy and healthy as she had ever been. How could she have become so ill in such a short period of time?

Bill refused to accept the diagnosis. He told his wife they would seek a second opinion. If that opinion was the same, then they would seek a third and a fourth. No matter how many doctors it would take, they would find someone with the courage to deliver a more optimistic diagnosis.

"Bill, I love you," Emily said, smiling sweetly. "But honey, you need to face the truth. This is happening, and there is nothing you or I can do to stop it."

"Bullshit," he said. He could feel the anger bubbling toward the surface.

"Honey...I'm so sorry to put you through this."

He looked at her with amazement. Here she was going through this incomprehensible moment, staring into the darkened depths of her own mortality, and her main concern was with him. Over the next several months, he would continue to be amazed at the strength and character of this woman.

Together, they decided that she would undergo chemotherapy treatment in order to prolong her life as much as possible. Bill was never much of a caregiver, and avoided being near sick people as much as possible. With no other choice, however, he quickly learned to become a top-notch nurse. He helped her in and out of bed, took her to the bathroom, and cleaned the vomit from the bucket she kept at her bedside. Toward the end, he learned to clean her drainage tube and switch out her IV bags.

The end came more swiftly than he expected. They were watching television one evening. Emily was lying in her makeshift hospital bed, which Bill had relocated to the livingroom at her request. Suddenly, he sensed that something had changed. He looked at her, and she seemed more calm and peaceful than usual.

He hesitantly moved to her bedside and took her hand in his, taking care not to squeeze too hard. She didn't move a muscle. Fighting back the tears welling in his eyes, he placed a couple of fingers along the main artery on her neck. There was no pulse.

*** 

The years passed in a hazy fog. Friends and family visited often at first, but those visits grew less and less frequent over time. The kids both lived out of state, but they called often to check in on him. Bill kept himself busy around the house, repairing all of the items that went neglected while he cared for Emily.

He found that as long as he kept his mind busy, he could avoid thinking of her. It wasn't that he didn't want to think of her, but he found that when he did, it would incapacitate him for hours. As time passed, he learned to control it a little better, and focus on the fond memories instead of the horror of her last remaining weeks.

During the day, it was easy to keep his mind occupied on work or with various projects around the house. At night, he was alone with his thoughts. Most nights, he would simply cry himself to sleep. It got to the point where he dreaded going to bed, and he found himself staying up later and later and getting less and less sleep.

It was during one of those sleepless nights, lying in bed with his eyes wide open, staring at the black ceiling overhead, that his life - or, at least, the perception of his life - changed forever. He was thinking about an e-mail that Emily had written to him years ago. It was sweet and romantic, and it filled his heart with overwhelming joy when he read it. He gained a better understanding of how much he meant to his wife, and how much she loved him with all her heart. He would give anything to read those words again, he thought.

Dispensing with the charade of trying to sleep, he rose from the bed and walked into his office to retrieve his laptop. He scrolled through his e-mail in-box to the very bottom, and confirmed his fear that he had deleted all of his older e-mails. He pounded the desk with his fist and sighed.

Then, a thought came to him, and he switched over to Emily's e-mail account. She was always very meticulous about keeping a tidy e-mail account, and it drove him crazy at times, because she would often delete e-mails that he felt she should keep. But she wasn't computer-savvy enough to know that her deleted e-mails weren't actually deleted until she cleared them from the recycle bin.

Sure enough, as he scrolled through the "Deleted" folder of her account, he found messages from several years in the past. He remembered the e-mail she sent to him was written roughly five years earlier, and he examined the messages from that year, one by one.

He paused when he discovered a message from their next door neighbor, Roger. It was titled, "About Last Night", and it was dated July 5th. He seemed to recall attending a neighborhood Independence Day barbeque that year. In fact, it was the last year he and Emily went to that annual event.

With a curious expression, Bill clicked on the e-mail, and it popped open.





Getting Even



*** 

Revenge had replaced grief as his newest all-consuming obsession. Roger could simply not be allowed to get away with what he did. He deserved punishment, and Bill would be the one to deliver it. Roger needed to know what it felt like to be humiliated. He needed to suffer loss as Bill had. He deserved to lose his wife, his house, his kids, and his beloved car. Everything that mattered to him needed to be ripped away from him.

It took several days for Bill to devise a plan. It took several more to find just the right woman to execute this plan. Once he found her, he met her at a coffee shop to ensure that she was the right fit, and that she was willing and able to follow orders. Money was no object, and he paid her handsomely.

After days of planning, the day of reckoning finally arrived. His heart beating rapidly, Bill knocked on the door across the street. Chelsea answered, looking perplexed.

"Everything okay?" she asked sweetly.

"Everything is fine," Bill said, "but I need you to come with me. There is something I need to show you."

"What is it?" she asked, looking worried.

"It's something of great importance to you," he explained. "That's all I can say right now. Just come with me. Please."

She continued to interrogate him as they drove the short distance to the country club, but Bill was steadfast in his refusal to answer her questions. He almost felt sorry for her. However, she deserved to know the truth as much as he did.

He pulled into the parking lot of the country club, and Chelsea suddenly looked panic-stricken.

"Why are we here?" she asked. "Is something wrong with Roger? You know he's playing golf here today?"

"Yes, I know," Bill responded calmly. He looked at the time on the dashboard. "Come with me," he said, exiting the car.

He led her, on foot, around the side of the country club and through a short path through a wooded area to an adjacent lot. It was empty with the exception of one lone car parked at the furthest end.

"That looks like our Lexus," Chelsea stated. "Why is it parked way over there?"

"Let's have a look," Bill said, doing his best to suppress a smile.

As they approached the car, Bill slowed his pace, allowing Chelsea to move ahead of him. He reached into his pocket and extracted his cellphone, swiping it to switch to its camera, and then swiping again to switch to video mode. What was about to happen would be so righteous, he knew he would want to relive it again and again.

Chelsea approached the car with apprehension. When she was close enough to see what was happening in the back seat, she gasped loudly, and her hands covered her mouth. She stood for a moment, frozen on the spot. Then she lunged toward the handle of the back door and swung it open with force.

"You fucking son of a bitch!" she screamed.

She leaned into the back seat and pounded her fists into Roger's torso while he raised his arms in defense. She continued to shout and punch, and then emerged from the backseat with a handful of clothing. She slammed the door with a kick of her foot.

Her face was streaked with makeup, and her normally-perfect hair was a tangled mess. Roger emerged from the other side of the car and looked around furtively before he scurried around the back of the car.

"Give me my clothes!" he shouted at his wife. He was completely naked, and his hands covered his private parts.

"Fuck you!" Chelsea shouted, and she ran around to the front of the car, still holding the bundle of clothes.

"I'm not joking, Chelsea!" he screamed. "Give me my fucking clothes!"

"Fuck you!" she shouted once again.

He chased her around the car for two laps while the half-dressed woman in the back seat quietly slipped away and ran toward Bill.

Roger stopped on the passenger side of the car, and Chelsea glared at him over the roof.

"Chelsea, please give me my clothes," Roger said in a calm voice, "and we can talk about this."

With one swift move, she opened the door, tossed the clothing inside, and slid behind the wheel. She locked the doors before Roger had a chance to grab the handle. She looked at her husband with mascara staining her cheeks, thrust her middle finger in the air, and drove away with the tires squealing against the pavement. Roger stood in the middle of the parking lot, wearing only a dumbstruck expression.

"Chelsea, you fucking bitch! Get back here!" he screamed in a high-pitched voice and hopping up and down with one of his hands still covering his genitals.

For the first time, Roger seemed to notice Bill. It took him a moment to process who it was, and another moment to realize that he was being recorded.

"Bill, what the fuck are you doing here?" he asked. "Turn that fucking camera off. In fact, just give me the phone." He thrust his hand out, as if he were a school teacher demanding her student to spit out his gum.

"You're fucking crazy if you think I'm giving you my phone," Bill laughed.

"Give me the fucking phone!" Roger screamed in the same high-pitched tone. He took a few steps toward Bill.

"I'm telling you right now," Bill said, pressing a button on the phone and placing it in his pocket, "if you take another step toward me, I will knock you the fuck out."

Roger stopped in his tracks. He looked past Bill to the woman hiding behind him. He appeared to be gripped with panic and confusion, and his eyes welled with tears.

"Why?" Roger asked.

"You know goddamn well why," Bill said. He took the woman by the hand and led her back to the main parking lot.

Roger remained frozen on the spot and stared into the distance.

*** 

"Here's the other half," Bill said, handing a thick envelope to the woman once they reached his car. "As agreed."

"Thanks," she said. "I have to say, that was way easier than I thought it would be."

"Seducing him, you mean?"

"Yeah," she said, adjusting her top. "Don't get me wrong. I've never had any trouble picking up men."

"Well, you're his type," Bill stated, matter-of-factly.

"And how do you know that?" she asked, playfully.

Bill turned to her. "You look a lot like my wife."

"Oh," she replied quietly. "I guess you also knew he wouldn't hesitate to make out in his car, then?"

"He's a predictable guy," Bill said with a chuckle. "He seems to have an unhealthy fetish for that car."

"So, I guess it went the way you expected."

"Better. Much better than I ever could have expected. Thank you."

They drove in silence for a moment.

She smiled. "Okay, but how did you know that he would cheat on his wife?"

"Another easy one," he responded. "Once a cheater, always a cheater."

*** 

When Bill arrived back home, he cracked open a beer and watched the video from his phone over and over again, laughing until his belly ached. A furry orange cat purred at his feet.

"Felix," he said, giving the cat a scratch behind the ears, "I haven't laughed this hard in ages."

If only he could share this video with the world, he thought. He took another gulp of beer and nearly choked on it.

"Felix," he said with a wide smile, "we're not done making this asshole pay for what he did."

He leapt up the stairs and made a beeline to his office. He fired up the laptop, and connected his phone. He created a YouTube account and within minutes, his video was uploaded for the world to see. He giggled uncontrollably as he captioned it with the title, "Wife Catches Husband Cheating, Hilarity Ensues."

Incredibly, within a week, the video had gone viral, with more than 400,000 views. A week later, it had exceeded more than two million. Bill's friends on Facebook were sharing the video, clueless to the fact that Bill was the one who uploaded it. When the television show "Tosh.0" picked it up, the video went mega-viral, exceeding more than one hundred million views.

News vans began showing up across the street from Bill's house. One reporter even showed up at Bill's door once, asking about the whereabouts of his neighbors. People began creating parody videos, mocking Roger's high-pitched voice and setting it to music. One of those videos went viral as well, fueling the phenomenon even further.

Roger was forced to resign from his law firm. He had become far too infamous and recognizable for any jury to take him seriously. Chelsea filed for divorce soon thereafter. She ended up with the house, the kids, and - in a delightfully righteous twist - the car. The rumor around the neighborhood was that she took a sledge hammer to the car, and then sold it for scraps.

Bill watched it all unfold with bemused detachment. Justice had been served, and he had no regrets about what he had done. He and Roger were now even, as far as he was concerned. Still, he felt a cold and bitter emptiness inside of him. He wasn't sure why he still felt that way until the day he heard a knock at his door.

It was a cold winter day, and he had just thrown a log onto the fire when he heard the unexpected visitor at his door. When he opened the door, he was shocked to see Marilyn standing there. She was Emily's best friend, dating all the way back to grade school. He hadn't seen her since the funeral.

"Marilyn," he said, standing in the doorway with a look of confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Bill," she said with an uncomfortable smile. "Can I come in?"

"Of course," he said. They shared an awkward moment of hesitation, and then hugged each other. He led her to the chairs in front of the fireplace. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No, thanks," she said, "I won't be staying long."

He stared into her eyes, perplexed. "What can I do for you?"

"Well," she said, "I saw the video online." She motioned toward Roger's old house across the street.

"I'm pretty sure the whole world has seen that video!" Bill laughed.

"I have a hunch that it was you who posted it," she stated.

"Really?" he said, bemused. "What—"

"I just have a hunch, that's all," she interrupted. "I talked to Phil." She let the words sink in, and stared at him, meaningfully. Bill shifted in his chair, uncomfortably.

"Did you?" he said. His expression was stone cold.

"He told me that you know," she continued. "And I'm here because I made a promise to Emily. I made this promise just before she passed. She told me that if you ever find out what happened, to give you this."

Bill watched intently as Marilyn reached into her coat pocket and produced an envelope. The word "Bill" was written on it, in Emily's handwriting. Marilyn handed it to him, and he stared at it, emotionless. Several moments passed, and neither one of them moved a muscle. Only the crackling of the fireplace and the ticking of a clock could be heard.

Without warning, Bill tossed the envelope into the fire. Emily leapt from her chair and attempted to retrieve it, but Bill grabbed her by the arm.

"What did you do?" she shouted, wide-eyed and mouth gaping.

"Now we're even," he stated calmly.

"Your dying wife wrote you that letter!" she said. "How could you just throw it away like that? What do you mean you're even?"

"I never got a chance to confront her," he stated in the same calm tone. "And now she will never get a chance to explain."

"But...but you have to hear her side of the story!"

"Fuck her side of the story!" he shouted, causing Marilyn to recoil. "What could she possibly say to explain herself? 'I'm sorry?' 'I didn't mean it?' 'It meant nothing to me?' 'It was just a mistake?' 'I was drunk?' Yeah, well, fuck her!"

Marilyn sat in silence for a moment, stunned. She stared at him as he paced the room.

"She never meant to hurt you," she said, quietly. "You were the love of her life. You know that."

"I don't know anything anymore!" he shouted. "It was all a lie! Our entire marriage was a lie!"

"No it wasn't!" Marilyn yelled, standing to her feet. "She loved you, dammit! And yeah, it was a mistake. Humans make mistakes, Bill. She had too much to drink, she wasn't thinking clearly, and she made a mistake. That one mistake doesn't mean your entire marriage was a sham, and it doesn't mean she never loved you."

"Yeah, well, to me, it does."

Marilyn stared at him, but he refused to look at her. She looked around the room, and saw empty shelves and tables where family photos once stood. She shook her head and sighed.

"Bill, I'm going to tell you something, and I want you to listen." At last, he looked at her. His eyes welled with tears, and he swallowed hard. "Forgiveness isn't a sign of weakness; it's a sign of strength. It isn't about the person who wronged you; it's about you. It isn't about letting someone off the hook; it's about allowing yourself the freedom to put your past aside and move on with your life."

He stood, silent and still, trying desperately not to cry. She approached him softly, and embraced him, squeezing him tightly. She then moved toward the door and showed herself out.

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It was springtime when Bill heard that knock at his door once again. Marilyn stood on the front porch, smiling curiously.

"Going somewhere?" she asked, motioning toward the moving truck in the driveway. A sign on the front lawn announced that the property had been sold.

"Just packing up the last of it," Bill said with a smile. "Come on in."

"It looks like I caught you just in time," she noted, motioning toward the mostly empty house. "I just happened to be in the neighborhood, and saw the sign and moving van, and put two and two together."

"You should've been a detective," he teased. She responded with a smile. "I'm packing up room by room, and this is the last one."

"Need any help?" she offered.

"No, but thank you. I think I can manage it."

"So, where are you heading?"

"Florida," he said. "Time to get away from the cold. There's a retirement village where the ratio of women to men is nearly two to one. I like those odds." He flashed her a devilish grin.

She scanned the room and paused when she noticed the photo on the end table. It showed Bill and Emily, smiling happily and looking healthy and young.

"Well, I'm glad to see that you're moving on," she said with a smile. "I'm happy for you."

"Thank you, Marilyn. I decided to follow the advice of a dear old friend."



Getting Even



When I found out that Stanley had fucked my wife, Lee, it kinda pissed me off!

Stanley and I work together at a local Massage Therapy College. He is about 40 or so, and I never really paid much attention to him.

I never knew, it happened at the School picnic several years ago. I never would have known, except I have lately been doing quite a bit of messing around with the ladies.

Lee and I have an open kind of relationship, but human emotions and all that get in there anyway, I have come to realize.

So when Lee found out about Shannon, the lady who teased me into hunting her down by playing games with my computor, I guess it was just too much. Shannon and I had rolled aound with each other for most of a full week, it was fun, to be honest. But when I told Lee, who was home for just the weekend, she showed obvious displeasure.

Then when I asked her to do some writing, she used the Lee's story, chapter 7 story to poke me a little. I hounded her trying to make sure the story was true, thinking she was just trying to get my goat. She mentioned a couple of things about him that I knew to be true, we sometimes are in the shower at the college together.

I know I felt a full flush when I realized it was no story, she did it! She wasn't making any bones about the fact that she liked it, too!

So for some crazy reason, I was pissed off at Stanley. For one thing, fucking another man's wife without permission is a no-no, dammit! Oh, all right, I do it all the time, but that is different, that is me!

So I can be an asshole, so what...dang..!

Just one thing to do, I would just have to figure out how to screw Stanley's wife, that would do it, by golly!

Minor little problem, I had never met her, and had no idea what she looked like, or how to get to her!

So I snooped. The employee files are real handy, and I have the password. I would get hung in the sun as a warning if the boss ever found out, but I wasn't about to tell him.

I pulled up Stanley's file, giggling a bit when I spotted the two "confidential" complaints on his record, complete with notations that he was told to be "more careful" in the future. Both were from female students who had complained that he had "touched" them! 

Hell, he is an instructor, working on nude bodies all day long, what do they expect? Still it tickled me, I knew I had no complaints at all!

It just took me a minute to get his address, phone number, his wife's name, Melissa, all the details..heehee, time to go to work!

I drove by their house on the way home a few times, hoping to get a glimpse, no luck. But I did notice that Stanley's car wasn't there. Hmmmm....I wondered, "Where does Stanley go after work if not home?"

So I followed him one night, keeping a discreet distance. He pulled up to an apartment building and went in. I sat and waited, about 90 minutes later, he came out, and went home.

I went back home and started searching addresses, on a hunch, I checked the local Massage therapists.

Bingo! One I had heard of, Daria, lived and worked out of that building. She was known as a local "Hand job" artist, I had never been to see her.

I called her up and made an appointment. Daria turned out to be a cute little brunette about 35 or so. As we went through the session, I dropped the line that I had overheard "My friend, Stanley" talking about her, and decided to give her a try. She smiled, and mentioned that Stanley came to see her twice a week. As she finished up the massage session, she placed her hand on my upper thigh, letting her fingertips brush my balls, and asked me if I needed anything else?

I told her no, then handed her one of my cards, she looked at it and grinned at me, I told her to drop by for a freebie some day. What the hell, she was kind of cute!

A couple days later, I swiped some tests off Stanley's desk, and followed him over to Daria's studio. As soon as he went in, I headed off towards his house.

Knocking on the door, a chubby little lady answered, she was about 5' tall, and a good 15 pounds extra on her frame.

I asked if she was Melissa, she smiled and said yes. I told her some of Stanley's documents ended up on my desk by "accident". She said that Stanley was working his evening class, but she would give them to him.

I smiled and handed her my card, and turned to leave. She looked at it, and said, "Ted?" I stopped and turned, she looked at me and said, "I have heard of you!" Then she closed the door.

I drove on home, preparing for step 2. When I was up at Daria's, I had grabbed a handful of her business cards.

The next day, as I was walking by the hooks where staff hung their coats and cases, I slipped one in his coat pocket. I had written, "Full service, $100!" on the back....Now one thing I do know, men seldom check their coat pockets, women do when they get them ready for laundry.

I had no idea if it would work, but I made up a nice flyer offering free massage as a promotion, and dropped it in the mail to her.

I was now 3 full weeks into the process, but I knew I needed more. So I staked out their house for a week or so, a couple hours each night. Wednesday night rolled up, and here came Melissa out the door carrying what looked to be a bowling bag! I knew that the nearest bowling alley was just 10 blocks away, so I waited, then drove over there.

I walked in, it was clearly ladie's night, there was fat little old ladies everywhere! I ordered a cup of coffee at the bar, and walked over and sat down.

I noticed Melissa look at me a couple of times, I just paid no attention. Finally she walked up and said, "Aren't you Ted, from the school?"

I gave her my best smile, and said, "Hi, Melissa, Nice to see you here!" She beamed at me remembering her name, we chatted a bit about bowling. Then she mentioned that she got one of my flyers. I told her I was running a promotion for new clients. She gave me a sweet look and said she was thinking about giving it a try.

I know an opening when I see it, so I told her how about Tuesday next week? I knew Stanley spent 90 minutes at Daria's every Tuesday evening, so I told her, I get off early that day, I can come by at 3.

She hesitated, then went, "Sure!" and went back to her game.

I knew I would have until 6:30 before Stanley could get home, I was in!

I made arrangements to cover my classes for the next Tuesday afternoon, and at 3:00 exactly, I rang the doorbell.

Melissa answered, smiled and led me into what was a spare bedroom. It was a bit small, so I moved some of the furnishings around, and set up my table.

Melissa came in wearing a white robe, I handed her a full drape, and told her to make herself comfortable while I went to wash up.

I gave her about 3 minutes, then knocked and asked if she was ready. "Yes" her quiet voice answered.

She was lying face down, the drape over her entire body. I just started in like I always do, asking her the usual simple questions about aches and pains. She didn't have any, and her replies were quickly becoming murmers as I worked on her feet.

I then proceeded to her calves, using my best "soft" techniques, then I slipped the drape aside and bared her left buttock. There was no resistance, so I kneaded her glutes out, and then worked on the other side, being careful to tuck the drape in between her legs.

I then worked on her back, letting my fingertips brush the sides of her breasts, and was rewarded with a tiny gasp. I had to slow myself down several times, as I realized I was rushing a bit.

Finally, I asked her to turn over, with the usual question, "Are you bashful about your breasts?" She hesitated, "damn" I thought, but I slipped a pillowcase over her bosom and pulled the drape out from underneath. I could see her nipples were erect through the thin pillowcase, but I went carefully, avoiding them. That seemed to firm them up even more.

I looked her up and down, not bad at all, pretty woman, just a bit chubby.

Then she surprised me, she asked me what "full service" meant? I knew right then she had seen the card. I answered simply, that it was a term usually meaning that men clients got sexual relief as part of the session.

She bit her lip at that, but said nothing. Then she asked me if I had night classes, I lied and told her the school didn't offer them. I felt her go tense slightly at that, but I just continued working on her stomach. I let the drape slip down, a wisp of the top of her pubic hair was showing now.

Things were quiet for awhile, I was beginning to think I had swung and missed. But as I was working on the front of her right leg, I felt the unmistakable movement as she shifted her legs open a bit.

I smiled and asked her if she was comfortable with what I was doing, she said "Yes". So I told her to let me know if I did anything she was uncomfortable with. There was no response, so I let my fingertips slip up and touch her pubic hair for an instant. She simply shifted and opened her legs a bit more, a direct invitation, so I repeated the motion. I felt the trace of moisture on my fingers, so I pressed up and against her gently. She just let her back arch, and blurted out, "I didn't expect this!"

I reached up and grasped the side of the breast drape, and asked, "May I?" She nodded, her teeth nipping at her lower lip again. I slipped the drape down and off. Her bare breasts sprang free, the nipples were large, the very tips like little buttons, up and erect. The flesh around her nipples were all bumpy, the lady was ready.

At the same time, I had taken the liberty to slip the end of one finger inside her, now I pressed in two. She just opened her legs wider.

Soon I was masturbating her furiously, her head was swinging back and forth. I then leaned forwards and pressed my mouth against her, getting a long "OHHH God!" for a response.

I licked at her, up and down, side to side, then I reached up and ran my oily thumb right over her rectum. That did it, she was off like a firecracker.

Her legs were completely open now, I was licking her to another full orgasm. I reached down and tripped the catch on my jeans, tugged at my shirt, popping the snaps aside. She opened her eyes, looked at me for a second, then actually scooted towards me a foot or so.

I just slid up on the table, placed myself at her opening and pushed. She groaned as I went in, "It's been so long!" Then she was thrashing at me, trying to get more of me inside her.

"So Stanley hasn't been taking care of the home front?" I thought, as I pounded away at her, revelling in my success.

It wasn't long before I was off, I actually got dizzy from the strength of it. We lay together for a couple of minutes, I finally withdrew.

She lay there and watched me, with an odd look on her face. "You are the first man other than Stanley" she said.

I suddenly had a guilty feeling. "Do you regret it?" I asked her simply.

"No, will you do it again?" she asked.

I looked at her, naked, lying there on her back. 

I suddenly felt the beginnings of another erection. I glanced at my watch, it was almost 5:00. Stanley would have his dick in Daria's hands in just a few minutes, we had time.

"Sure!" I said, and reached for her...



Getting Even



I got parts of this story from both sides and pieced all the details together. Other people at my firm are putting the pieces together also and now rumors are beginning to circle the office. I don't think we've heard the last of it...

Susan is one of the more successful people in our department. She's also a royal bitch, but she gets away with it because she's so valuable to the company. She's in her mid-30's, I think. Her looks are slipping, but she's attractive and you can tell she was once a stunner. She has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She's about 5'7" and her figure is still pretty good. However, you forget about all this when you get around her. She's just not pleasant.

No one knows this better than her assistant of five years Tammy. Susan is really tough on Tammy. She has paid her well, which I guess is why Tammy has put up with the abuse. I mean, Susan has reduced Tammy to tears many times.

I saw one episode. It was mid-afternoon and Susan was prepping for a big meeting. Susan was barking orders at Tammy and poor Tammy was running around trying her best to keep her boss happy, but that wasn't going to happen. Susan decided Tammy just wasn't working fast enough. Susan berated Tammy in front of everybody, threatening to fire her because the meeting was going to be a disaster. When Susan retreated to her office, Tammy sat at her desk trying not to show her tears. Susan came out later and told Tammy she could begin to make up for her incompetence by helping Susan with her shoe straps. Tammy got down on all fours and fixed Susan's shoes while Susan looked down at her.

Tammy deserves better. Especially after five years of loyal service. Tammy has never skipped work, is always early, works late and does a fantastic job. She's the best assistant on the floor. She even helped Susan cover up an affair with someone in sales. I've only recently learned of the affair.

Tammy is very sweet also. She is only 24, and very attractive. She has long dark hair and dark brown eyes, and her smile makes you want to do the same. She's also about 5'7", and has an amazing body. I mean, she did some swimsuit modeling in college. I hear that one drunken night she was voted "hottest woman" on the floor by the guys. Anyway, hot or not, she deserves better. I've told her that often.

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Susan has been married for seven years. I saw her husband once. He is really cute. And a really nice guy too. We all wondered how Bill could put up with Susan. At first we thought maybe she was different away from work, but Tammy assured us she was just as bad to him.

Anyway, apparently Susan began to suspect that Bill was having an affair a few months ago. She decided not to confront him until she had the proof, so she gave Tammy the name of a private investigator to contact. Tammy was reluctant to get involved, but she had no choice. Susan didn't want to know anything except the final report. She gave her the investigator's info on a Tuesday. She told Tammy to tell the investigator to wrap it up and report back in a week.

Susan came in Wednesday and was in a really bad mood. She called Tammy into her office and told her to close the door.

"I want you to organize the bottom shelf of this bookcase by author's name" she told Tammy, pointing down at it.

Tammy pulled up her skirt a little to protect it when she would drop to the floor. When Susan saw Tammy taking the time to protect her clothes, Susan screamed "NOW!" so loud that even I heard it standing two offices away. Tammy knew Susan was just being mean to be mean, displacing her anger at other things onto Tammy. This was nothing new. Susan walked over and stood above Tammy.

"Did you call the investigator?" asked Susan, looking down at Tammy.

"Yes, I did" answered Tammy uneasily while shuffling books around.

Susan looked away. "That fucking asshole said no!"

Tammy could tell she wasn't talking about the investigator.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand..." Tammy started to speak.

"It's nothing," Susan said sternly and then turned away, "I just asked Bill to consider something and he said no."

Tammy didn't know what to say so she stayed busy with the books. Susan was looking out the window. She had a nice view of the river from her office.

"Aren't you done yet?!?" She finally turned back to Tammy.

"Yes, just finished. I'm sorry I took so long..."

"Just get out and leave me alone!"

Tammy didn't say anything. She just picked herself up and walked back out, closing the door behind her. I saw Tammy that day, and you wouldn't have known that Susan had just treated her so badly. If anything, she seemed to be smiling. I guess you get used to being treated so poorly.

Susan didn't mention the discussion the rest of the week, but her mood got worse and worse. She blamed Tammy for not getting her a business class seat on a flight, even though Susan had not told her about the meeting until the day before. As punishment, Susan told Tammy to order her lunch from this restaurant 10 blocks away and go pick it up. Poor Tammy had to run there and back to the office to keep the food from getting cold.

The weekend came and went. Susan had to travel Monday, then came in on Tuesday. Report day. Susan was in meetings away from the office all morning, and then came in for more meetings in the afternoon. She told Tammy not to leave until they had met to discuss the investigation. Susan went to her meetings, then went for drinks with some management types before coming back to the office. It was 6:30pm and Tammy was still there waiting.

Susan didn't care. She ordered Tammy into her office. Tammy went in and closed the door behind her.

"So?" Susan bluntly asked.

Tammy began to speak as she sat in her chair.

"I completed the investigation..."

"Tammy, you couldn't investigate a cardboard box! What did the investigator say?!?"

Tammy paused at the impact of Susan's insult.

"He is having an affair."

"I knew it! I'll kill him! Who is she?"

Tammy hesitated.

"Tammy, did the investigator figure it out?"

"Well...."

Tammy looked at the floor, unable to bring herself to speak. Susan grew increasingly impatient.

"What?!?!? Tammy, SAY IT!!!"

Tammy flinched at the order and then, without looking up, answered softly...

"It's me..."

She said it so softly that Susan paused in confusion.

"W-w-what did you just say?"

Tammy kept looking down but raised her voice a bit.

"It's me..." said Tammy.

"It's me what? What are you talking about Tammy?"

Tammy picked her eyes up from the floor, but she couldn't raise them to Susan's yet.

"I'm the woman..."

"You're the woman what? What does that mean, Tammy?"

Susan was raising her voice. Tammy gathered strength, sat up straight and looked Susan in the eyes.

"I'm the woman having an affair with your husband!"

Susan looked confused for a moment. Then it hit her.

"YOU are having an affair with MY husband???"

Tammy was calm. She paused and looked past Susan, out the window.

"Yes."

"Tammy, if this is a joke..."

Tammy's eyes turned back to Susan, confirming this was no joke.

"What about the private investigator?"

"I never called..."

Tammy's heart began to race as Susan raised her voice.

"YOU'RE the other woman!?!?!?"

Susan wrestled with the concept of Tammy as 'the other woman.' Tammy just nodded.

"This can't be true..."

Tammy said nothing. Susan grappled with the implications of this.

"Is this some way of getting more money from me?"

Tammy shook her head. "No."

"Then why? What is wrong with you???"

Susan began moving towards Tammy, who leaned back to look up at Susan.

"Because I like Bill, and he LOVES me!"

Susan hit the wall. She lashed out at Tammy.

"YOU think he LOVES you?"

"Yes."

"Oh please!"

"He does!"

Susan looked like she wanted to strangle Tammy.

"Don't you get it Tammy? He's just fucking his wife's secretary!! It's like his little way of having something over me!"

Tammy looked out the window.

"No, he loves me!"

Tammy stayed calm. Susan was trying to hurt her. She knew Susan would do this. Susan's blood began to boil.

"Tammy, you bimbo, you're his little plaything while I'm away during the week. Who do you think he's sleeping with on weekends? You're pathetic!"

"But he's not sleeping with you, Susan, is he? Funny how he stopped three weeks ago, isn't it? Ever wonder why you haven't had sex in THREE weeks?"

Susan froze in place. Was it possible that her own secretary had denied her sex with her husband for three frustrating weeks? Susan felt the anger boil up in her.

"You vindictive little BITCH!"

As she screamed, Susan reached out and slapped Tammy across the face. Tammy jumped out of her seat in shock. The chair fell over as she stepped back from Susan.

Even so, while she rubbed the sting out of her face, she realized that Susan was right about her; on some level she knew she was getting back at her abusive boss.

"Don't hit me!"

But Susan kept screaming. 

"What, are you trying to get back at me for something? What? Or money, you want money, am I right? You sick bitch!"

'Yes and yes!' thought Tammy

"No, I told you no Susan. It's not for money. If I want him, I'll have him and there's nothing you can do or say to stop it!"

"You're out of your mind. Tammy, he's PLAYING with you!"

Tammy was past the initial shock of confrontation and ready to fight back now. The two traded rapid-fire barbs...

"No, he isn't! Don't you get it, Susan? He's not going to touch you either, until I say he can..." 

"We just haven't had a chance to make love lately..."

"Haven't had the chance? You don't think I know you threw yourself at him for two hours Monday night but he just didn't have time, did he Susan?"

"He had work to do..."

"Yeah right, now who's pathetic??? And you don't think I know you asked him to move to another city last week? Why do you think he said no?" 

Susan gasped with humiliation. She took a step towards Tammy, but Tammy pointed to Susan's phone. Tammy's five years of pent up anger at Susan began streaming out of her.

"Look, your message light is lit, Susan. Check your messages. I think Bill is going to be working REALLY late tomorrow night on that BIG proposal, so he'll have to cancel HIS plans with YOU..."

Susan scrambled to the phone shaking her head in denial.

"Oh, fuck you! He's flying back from Chicago tonight. He's not even thinking about tomorrow..." Susan dialed into her voice mail. "... or you!"

'You have two new messages. Message one, Susan, Bob Tisdale, give me a ring when you get back, I want to run something by you..." Susan pressed a key. When her husband's voice started, her eyes shot to Tammy, who smiled triumphantly. 

"Message two, Hon it's Bill, we're going to be working on this proposal pretty late tomorrow, why don't you call Jane and see if she can go to the show with you, sorry Hon, I'll see you in a few hours..."

At the end of the message, Tammy started talking again. "There go your Wednesday night plans. Soon, it will be a weekend. Then all weekends..."

Susan fell into her chair, speechless at her husband and assistant's betrayal.

"When Bill finds out how you played this little game with the message, he'll..."

Tammy was ready for Susan's every move. She took a power step towards Susan to respond. Tammy looked down at Susan across the desk.

"He'll be shocked when he finds out about your affair with Sean Delmont!"

The mention of Susan's affair stunned her. Susan's jaw dropped open. Word of her affair with the senior vice president for sales had never gotten out to the company or her husband.

"You WOULDN'T!"

"Oh yes I would, Susan! In fact, I still have the tapes of those messages, the receipts, everything!"

"WHAT?!?!?" Susan was incredulous.

"I'm a very good assistant!"

Susan became furious at her disloyalty.

"I can't believe you would stoop this low! My husband will come back to me, but you won't. You are FIRED!"

Tammy was not surprised that Susan was trying this route. But she was ready for this too. Tammy straightened up and put her hands on her waist.

"You're not going to fire me if you don't want the Sean Delmont thing all over the company too. You think I would just tell your husband about Sean??? In fact, I know all kinds of things that would make things very uncomfortable for you here or anywhere. Sean is just the tip of the iceberg!"

If the Sean Delmont affair got out, it would destroy Sean and Susan professionally. Susan and Tammy knew that.

"How dare you!"

"Oh yes I would, and there's so much more! Gee, I hope Bob Tisdale doesn't hear about the Bernard account before your meeting tomorrow, don't you Susan?"

Tammy's tone was becoming more and more sarcastic. Susan was too emotional and angry to sit for this. She jumped back up out of her chair.

"Get out of my office! I don't care what you think you can threaten me with, you are fired! Get out of my office!!!!"

Tammy shook her head as if to say 'don't blame me!'

"Suit yourself. Hope your meeting goes well with Bob tomorrow! Oh, and listen carefully, Susan: I think I'll celebrate my freedom with your husband TONIGHT."

"GET OUT!" Susan screamed. Tammy turned to head for the door, throwing one more warning at Susan over her shoulder...

"By the way Susan, if you mention to Bill that you know about his affair with me, just know that you'll also be telling him about your affair with Sean. And it will be the end of your marriage!"

"GET OUT!" Susan screamed again.

Tammy walked out. The office had cleared out by then.

Susan spent the next half hour sitting and thinking. She decided to take her chances by telling Bill she knew about his affair. Tammy wouldn't dare tell him about the Sean Delmont affair, she told herself. Susan decided to talk to him that night on his way back from Chicago. She loved him and didn't want the marriage to end.

Her phone rang. It was her husband...

"Hon, I missed my flight out here. I'll just catch one in the morning."

Susan felt her heart fall into the pit of her stomach as she remembered Tammy saying she had decided to spend the night with her husband...

"W-w-what do you mean, you missed the flight?"

"Just missed it hon. You know how traffic is in Chicago. I'll catch one tomorrow."

"But... Bill, I wanted to see you tonight."

"I know hon, but these things happen. I need to hang up hon..."

"Bill! Where are you going to stay tonight?"

"Oh, I'll just stay at one of the hotels near the airport so I can catch an early flight."

"But if I need to reach you..."

"Just call me on my cell phone, hon. Ok, I have to go..."

"Bill... I know...."

"Hon? What did you say? You know what?"

Susan hesitated, realizing Tammy's grip on her husband was strong.

"I... I mean... I know how traveling can be..."

"Don't worry hon, I'll call you. Ok bye!"

"...I love you Bill!" But the line had already cut before he could hear. Tammy and Bill were going to spend the night somewhere and there was nothing Susan could do about it.

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The next morning, Susan's phone rang right at 7:30 when she arrived to work. It was Tammy.

"Just the tip of the iceberg, Susan. It will get worse!"

Susan started to answer but the phone line cut.

At 10am, Susan had her meeting with Bob Tisdale. It did not go well. Bob asked about the Bernard account and Susan spent the next half hour trying to deflect blame for that mess. She returned to her office weakened by the ordeal. There was a voice mail waiting for her.

'You have one new message. Message one, 'It's Tammy, you may call me on my cell'

Susan knew she had to call her. Tammy had delivered on her two devastating promises, and she was promising even more trouble for Susan. She closed her door and called Tammy.

"Hello Susan..." Tammy answered.

"Do you know how much trouble you got me in with Bob?!?"

"If that's going to be your tone, this conversation is OVER and it WILL get worse..."

"WAIT! Tammy, don't hang up... Tammy?"

Tammy paused. "Yes, I'm still here..."

"Ok Tammy, what do you want from me?"

"We can talk about that later. First, you BETTER not have turned in paperwork for my termination."

"I haven't."

"You have or have not?"

"I have not!"

"Good, I'm in the lobby and I think we should meet now to plan the rest of the week, don't you?"

Susan hesitated, then accepted. "Ok, I'll be here waiting..."

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Tammy walked into Susan's office. She had done this a thousand times over the years, but this time it felt different. She didn't bother to knock this time. Susan was finishing up on the phone when Tammy walked in. Tammy was carrying a folder in her left hand and closed the door behind her.

"Hello Susan..." Tammy said even before Susan had the chance to hang up.

Susan sat up in her chair and began to shuffle things around her desk. Susan's desk had a glass surface over dark wood. Susan's expensive watch clanked against the glass as her hands worked furiously.

"Let's get this over with..." said Susan, pretending not to be affected by Tammy's words.

Tammy sat in a chair and got serious.

"Do you know what this is, Susan?" Tammy asked, nodding towards the folder in her hand.

Susan shook her head.

"Thought so. It's the billing records on the Grant account. You know, the ones Treasury is trying to figure out?"

Susan's eyes opened wide as if to say 'Oh NO!'

"Except these are the COMPLETE files, you know what I mean Susan?"

Tammy was putting a scare in Susan for sure.

"Tammy, this is crazy, we've been working together so long..."

"And this is just the beginning, Susan. I've got one for every day of the week and then there's the Sean Delmont affair to top it all off!"

"Tammy, stop this, this is blackmail..."

"I'm not here for money or a lecture Susan... Especially from someone playing games with billing..."

"I-I-I know, Tammy, I'm sorry..."

"In fact, maybe I'll just go see Treasury now..." Tammy gathered herself to rise from the chair.

"WAIT!" Susan exclaimed, then toned down when she saw Tammy's disapproving reaction.

"I'm sorry, really, Tammy, just... just tell me what you want..."

Susan really looked desperate. Tammy had never seen her like this. She could see the fear in Susan's eyes. She was breathing hard too. Her hands were half clenching, as though grabbing onto some kind of hand railing. Tammy recognized the feeling. She had lived it a hundred times when Susan had mistreated her. The shoe was on the other foot now, and she relished her moment of revenge.

"You really don't want me to go to Treasury right now, do you Susan?"

Susan shook her head.

"Speak up, Susan!"

"No, I don't..."

"No, you REALLY don't want me to do that, huh Susan?"

"No, I REALLY don't, Tammy..."

"So you're going to listen carefully to my instructions and that won't happen, am I right Susan?"

Susan was helpless to stop Tammy's power grab.

"Yes..."

"Yes what?"

"Yes I'm going to listen carefully..."

"And do as you're told..."

"Yes, Tammy..."

"Say it!"

"I will do as I'm told..."

Tammy felt satisfied. She leaned back in her chair in triumph. She opened and paged through her folder deliberately, then closed it.

"I want to see you on your knees..."

Tammy looked at Susan deadly serious, but inside she struggled to repress a laugh at the ludicrousness of her demand. Susan kneeling at Tammy's feet would have been pay-per-view worthy at her firm.

Susan couldn't believe it either. Her voice rose in pitch.

"WHAT????"

Tammy got back up and stepped to the side of Susan's desk.

"You heard me Susan, get out of that chair and get over here on your knees!"




Getting Even



"Tammy, don't be ridiculous..."

"Get over here or I'm going straight to Treasury..."

Susan wasn't moving.

"I'm going to Treasury!"

"Tammy, someone could walk in..." Susan began to plead.

"GET OVER HERE NOW!" Tammy interrupted, pointed at the floor. "OR ELSE..."

Susan jumped out of her chair, stepped around her desk, and dropped to her knees in front of Tammy. 

"This is ridiculous..." complained Susan softly.

Susan was wearing a women's suit that day, complete with long pants and a nice red blouse underneath her jacket. As she knelt, Susan looked worriedly at the door to her office. Tammy let her smile surface as Susan's eyes turned up to hers.

"See, it's not so bad. You've done this to me a million times..."

"Ok, Tammy, you got what you wanted, I'm on my knees, now please..."

"Oh I definitely wanted that Susan. I definitely wanted you to see what it's been like for me..."

"Tammy..."

Tammy interrupted. "Susan... the quicker you do what you're told, the quicker you'll be back behind that desk and the quicker your life will go back to normal."

Susan quieted down.

"Do you want that, Susan?"

Susan answered with a little quiver in her voice. "Yes!"

"I thought so..."

"Tammy, don't do this..."

"SUSAN! I'm the one giving orders now..."

Tammy began to read Susan a list of demands. Susan looked desperate for her to end before someone walked in and saw 'The Great Susan' on her knees. Tammy had several key demands: she wanted Susan to get her a job working for the EVP for marketing operations, whose assistant was leaving in a few weeks and needed to be replaced, Tammy wanted Susan to call and get her an interview by the next day and "it BETTER go well!" After each demand, and at Tammy's prompt, Susan nodded enthusiastically and said "yes!" Tammy said they would meet several times daily with a "wrap-up" at 6pm. Tammy would do Susan the kind gesture of keeping her indiscretions under cover, but Susan would do EXACTLY as she was told or else things would get ugly. If Tammy got the job working for the EVP of marketing ops, she would leave Bill and Susan alone. Susan agreed to everything. She had no choice.

When Tammy finished her list, she stopped and looked at Susan, who didn't seem so intimidating anymore. But she could see that inside the suddenly accommodating Susan was the same mean bitch of a boss she had known for five years. Susan looked up at Tammy as if to ask, 'is that it?'

Just then the two heard a voice outside the office and a doorknob turning. Tammy began to turn to see who was entering, but then they realized it was the neighbor's office. Tammy turned back to Susan and smiled.

"You want to get up off your knees, don't you Susan?"

Susan confirmed.

"You wish I'd locked that door, don't you Susan..."

"Yes!" Susan answered with urgency. Tammy smiled.

"I'm going to let you up now, Susan, but you better not forget who's the boss..."

"I won't, Tammy!"

Tammy scanned Susan's outfit a moment. She noticed Susan was wearing the same shoes she had once told Tammy to kneel and fix for her while Susan stood over her.

"Good. You can get up just as soon as you remove your shoes..."

"What?"

"You heard me, Susan. Take off the shoes and hand them over! You're going to spend the day barefoot."

"But Tammy, what if someone comes in and sees me?" Susan pleaded.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something!"

"But Tammy..."

"TAKE THEM OFF!"

Susan winced at the order. She scrambled to remove her shoes and socks and handed them up to Tammy.

"Get up!"

Tammy said it with disgust. Susan picked herself up and watched Tammy head to the door with her shoes and socks.

"Call about the EVP position, Susan." Tammy gave the order on her way out the door. "I'll be at my desk!"

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Susan spent the next hours hiding her shoeless feet behind her desk, and jumping every time Tammy called in. She called about the EVP assistant position right away, but when 2 o'clock came and she had not heard back, Tammy grew impatient. Tammy walked in and closed the door behind her.

"Why haven't they called back, Susan?"

"Tammy, I'm sure they'll..."

Tammy interrupted her. "Stop talking, Susan, your incompetence is unbelievable! You can't make one successful call on your own???"

"But I'm sure..."

"I said stop talking! Just call them again!"

And Tammy turned to leave. As she got to the door, Tammy turned back around to face Susan.

"I'm going to think of a unique punishment for our wrap up meeting tonight if you don't get me that interview, Susan..."

And then she walked out. Susan did not bother to mention lunch, for which she was starving. Someone had called her at 1pm to see if she wanted to go for lunch, but she had declined given her lack of footwear.

By six o'clock, there had been no callback from upstairs. There had also been no food for Susan. She feared Tammy's reaction, but part of her was ready to make another stand against Tammy.

Tammy walked in right on time and sat down in a chair facing Susan. Some of the old defiant Susan was back as she told Tammy they hadn't called from upstairs.

Tammy wasn't amused by Susan's renewed arrogance. She told Susan to remember her place if she didn't want things to get ugly, to which Susan responded that Tammy would never share all her dirty laundry because it would ruin them both. Tammy stood up upon hearing Susan's come back. She stepped to the side of Susan's desk. Her tight black dress highlighted her sexy figure and beautiful skin. Her dress ended right at her knees, accentuating her gorgeous legs. Her legs are long and slightly muscular from her steady gym routine. When Tammy had started working for Susan at the age of 19, she was young and under-developed. But at that moment, it had to be obvious to Susan that her assistant wasn't the kid she'd hired years ago and, worse, she was the prettiest woman in the room. Tammy tapped the side of Susan's desk with her fashionably pointed black shoes and reminded Susan that Tammy could lose her job and her career, but Tammy had Bill to take care of her if she wanted.

It was true. Susan would lose her high pay and husband. Susan had much more to lose. She realized it at that moment.

"So I suggest, Susan, that you drop the attitude and ask me very nicely to forgive your little display here and forgive your inability to accomplish the one little task I gave you this afternoon..."

Susan was speechless again...

"or else..."

Susan was quiet. Tammy turned and headed for the door.

"Tammy, where are you going?"

Tammy stopped and turned slowly.

"I'm going to drop something off to Treasury..."

"No, please don't do that Tammy..."

Tammy shook her head.

"Who's in charge here, Susan?"

Susan didn't want to answer.

"I asked you a question..."

"...you are, Tammy."

"That's right. Say it one more time so that we're clear."

Susan's arrogance deflated again.

"You are in charge, Tammy."

Tammy had won another round. Even though the office was empty, Tammy locked Susan's door.

"Stand up, Susan"

Susan did as she was told, grabbing onto her desk for support, or escape, or something...

"Close the shades, Susan."

Susan nervously did as she was told.

"Now stand behind your big leather chair and turn it around..."

Susan did as she was told.

"Now get up on it..."

Susan looked confused. "You mean stand on the chair?"

"On your knees on the chair! Do I have to explain everything to you???"

Susan didn't answer. She knelt onto the chair, facing Tammy and holding onto the back of the chair with her hands. Her bare feet dangled behind her off the chair. Tammy walked over to Susan, whose anxiety grew as Tammy approached and then stood behind her.

"Punishment time..."

"Tammy, what are you doing..."

"Shut up and pull down your pants!"

"Tammy, no..."

"Drop them!"

Susan realized she had run out of things to say to stop this. She reached under her jacket, undid her pants and slowly lowered them, revealing her upper legs and red panties. When her pants fell to her knees, her jacket fell over her bottom.

"Now the panties!"

Susan whimpered quietly as she reached up under her jacket again and reached into the waistband on her panties. Seeing Susan's progress, Tammy stepped around to the front of Susan, cracked open her desk drawer and pulled out a ruler. By the time she stepped back behind, Susan's panties were down to her knees as well. Tammy stood tall, observing Susan's pants and panties crumpled around her knees.

Tammy ordered Susan to lift and hold her jacket and shirt up. Susan did so, shaking her head pleadingly as she did so. Her silk shirt trailed behind the jacket on the way up Susan's mid-section, clinging to her ass as it slipped higher and higher. Susan's ass and legs fully exposed, Tammy began to run the ruler up the back of Susan's leg to her butt.

"How many smacks would you like, Susan, five or ten?"

"No, please Tammy..."

"NO is NOT an option Susan. Five or Ten, or I'll decide!"

Susan responded immediately, desperately. "Five, please!"

Tammy waited before responding.

"I'll tell you what, we'll decide at five if we need to keep going... now count these out, Susan..."

And with that, Tammy ran the ruler into position over Susan's butt, Susan readied herself in disbelief at her predicament, still holding her jacket and shirt up, and then Tammy spanked her.

Susan jumped at the smack and quickly counted "One!"

Tammy was pleased. Susan looked straight forward, trying to ignore what was happening to her. A second SMACK! "Two!" The second smack hurt. Susan shifted her weight back and forth, as if to manage the pain.

A third SMACK! "Three!" Susan's voice cracked this time. Her jacket slipped a little and she scrambled to re-gather it. Tammy studied the redness on Susan's ass, delirious with the pleasures of revenge.

A fourth SMACK! "Four!" Susan's voice trailed at the end of the word as her eyes swelled with tears. Tammy couldn't see Susan's eyes fully, but she sensed her boss' discomfort.

SMACK! "Five!" The jacket slipped again. Susan looked down as she scrambled to regain control of her clothes. As she looked down, a tear streamed out of her eye.

"It's decision time, Susan. Would you like five more?" Tammy asked, mockingly.

"No..." Susan struggled to regain her composure. Her eyes were pleading. Tammy let her hang in that desperation several seconds.

"Stand up and face me Susan, and keep that jacket and shirt up!"

Susan gratefully backed up and off the chair. Holding her jacket and shirt up, there was nothing to prevent her pants from falling to her ankles. She faced Tammy, exposed from her navel down to her knees where her panties still hung. Tammy studied her from top to bottom. Since Tammy was in heels, she looked down at Susan. Susan's knees shook slightly from the emotion of the moment, and she quietly worked to regain her breath. Tammy's eyes stopped at Susan's dirty blonde pussy, only a bit darker than her salon-treated hair above. Tammy smiled, remembering how several women had wondered if Susan was really a natural blonde.

"I'm willing to stop at five on two conditions, do you want to hear them Susan?"

Susan nodded frantically. "Yes!"

"The two conditions are that I better have an interview tomorrow, first, and number two, that you shave yourself..."

Susan felt even more exposed at that moment. But she was desperate to avoid the ruler.

"Yes, I'll do it!"

"If you fail on either task, you'll pay with 15 smacks tomorrow, understand Susan?"

"Yes!"

Tammy looked satisfied. She turned and headed to the door, creating a kind of panic in Susan when she realized she was going to open her office door. Everyone was gone by that hour usually, but what if...?

Tammy stopped at the door and turned back around.

"Put your clothes back on, Susan!"

Susan quickly began pulling herself back together, pulling her pants up just before Tammy exited. "I'll leave your shoes outside the door..."

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Thursday morning, Tammy came in right at 9am. That was late by her standards. Susan was already there, having suffered another long night without Bill. Bill had come home late, and Susan had met him when he got in at 2am "from work." They had gone straight to bed, to sleep that is.

Tammy called into Susan's line. Susan picked right up.

"So?" Tammy asked.

"They'll interview you today! You're on for 10am if you can make it." Susan said excitedly.

Tammy went for the interview at 10, and it went well. She came back an hour later, pleased. She dialed Susan and told her to get an answer from "upstairs" today, or else there would be "more punishment." Susan quickly agreed.

"Did you complete your other task?" Tammy asked.

Susan's voice dropped, mortified to be speaking of this at work. "Yes."

The day passed, and they did not hear back from "upstairs." Tammy told Susan not to leave until Tammy ok'd it. At 7pm, Tammy walked into Susan's office and locked the door. Susan was visibly nervous and fearful of Tammy, since there had been no answer from "upstairs" yet. Susan had already lowered the window shades! The locked door told her she was in for another "punishment."

Susan was wearing a dressy blouse and long skirt. Perhaps she'd figured out why Tammy had taken her shoes the previous day, because she was wearing a pair that Tammy had never seen before. These were black and shiny with a long point, as is the fashion. 

"Get out of my chair!" Tammy ordered as she walked towards Susan.

Susan jumped up and aside and Tammy took her place. She told Susan to "pull a chair around" and Susan did as she was told. Tammy told Susan to pull the chair close enough that they were sitting about two feet apart, at a slight angle to partially face each other. Susan sat quietly and waited for Tammy to start whatever was about to happen.

When they were settled in, Tammy gave Susan her first order.

"Take your shoes off..." Susan complied, and Tammy added, "I want you barefoot..."

Susan reached under her skirt and pulled off her hose. Tammy put her hands out and Susan handed everything over. She threw Susan's shoes and hose into a corner.

Tammy turned back to converse. She crossed her legs. Tammy was wearing a tight white one-piece outfit with shoulder straps. She had white strapped-down heels on. Even though Tammy's shoes covered very little, they stood in contrast to Susan's naked lower legs and feet. Susan felt exposed of course, which was Tammy's design. She began to cross her legs also...

"Don't cross your legs!" Tammy ordered, and Susan put them back as they were.

"Let's see it..." Tammy said. Susan looked confused for a moment. Tammy raised her eyebrows and motioned to Susan's private region. Susan understood.

"Tammy...." Susan tried to say something, but Tammy cut her off.

"SUSAN!" Tammy said forcefully, and Susan quickly whispered back, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

She began to undo her skirt. Susan's hands trembled as she did so. Tammy sat up straight, coldly observing. When Susan had pulled open her skirt, she moved to pull her panties open for Tammy to see. Tammy interrupted again.

"SUSAN! Take it all OFF!"

Susan understood quickly and handed over her skirt to Tammy, who folded it and put it off to the side on Susan's desk. She then moved to her panties. They were black today. Susan pulled herself up from her chair slightly to slip the panties off her mid-section. Slowly she worked her panties down her legs and then off. Tammy smiled and put out her hand, and Susan handed her panties over.

"Lift your shirt!"

Susan did so while Tammy threw her panties in the corner.

"Spread your legs and lift your shirt higher..."

Susan cracked open her legs several inches, and Tammy told her "more." Susan obliged. Susan's knees were about 10 inches apart when Tammy was finally satisfied, and she was holding up her shirt so that Tammy could observe from Susan's belly button down. 

Tammy enjoyed the view for a minute or two, an endless two minutes for Susan. Susan was naked from the waist down being observed by a beautiful woman who controlled her in every way. Tammy's next words relieved Susan greatly.

"You have completed the task, Susan."

Susan hoped this might mean the evening was over, but she wasn't so lucky.

"Here's the plan for tonight. I'm going to have dinner with Bill in a little while. If two things happen, that will be my last dealing with your husband and you'll never have to worry about all those ugly files of yours getting in the wrong hands. Do you want to know the two conditions, Susan?"

"Yes..." Susan answered enthusiastically.

"I thought so. First, they're going to call tomorrow offering me that job upstairs and second, you're going to do whatever it takes to make up for mistreating me all these years. Do you understand, Susan?"

"Yes!"

"And do you agree?"

"Yes, I agree Tammy!"

Tammy smiled in triumph. She sat back in her chair, waiving her foot around between Susan's bare legs.

"I'm getting tired of looking at you hold up your shirt. In fact, I want you naked. Take it all off!"

Susan's head dropped in resignation. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, carefully studying each button and occasionally looking up to see Tammy's foot dance around between her legs. As she gradually unwrapped her shirt from her upper body, Susan's eyes registered the helplessness of her situation, stripping naked for her assistant. Her stomach also betrayed Susan's stress, huffing and puffing as Susan's breathing accelerated.

"The bra!"

Susan reached behind and unhooked her bra. She offered no resistance, pulling her bra forward as she brought her hands back around. Her breasts emerged from behind her bra as she pulled it off. Tammy took the shirt and bra and put them away, then sat back and enjoyed the view. Susan tried to cover up, so Tammy ordered her to put her arms behind her back. As Susan's hands clasped behind her, Tammy's took in every inch of her nudity. Susan looked off into the distance where she surely wished she was at that moment. Susan still worked out regularly, which was apparent when Tammy took in the view. Susan's stomach was flat, with just a hint of little blond hairs teasing you to follow them down to her pussy. Her breasts were hard.

Tammy was in the prime of her life physically, but she appreciated Susan's discipline all those years at that moment. She also appreciated the justice of the situation...

"If Bill could see you now..."

Tammy's words hit Susan's exposed nerve dead on. Her lips began to quiver and her eyes teared up.

"What would he think?"

A tear rolled down Susan's cheek, and she wiped it away. Since Tammy had told Susan to put her hands behind her back, she was none too pleased. Even though Susan rushed her hand back into place, Tammy began to scold her for not following directions. She ordered Susan to hold out her hands. Susan's hands are soft from decades of special salon treatment, and her fingers are long and confident. But they shook slightly as she held them out for Tammy's inspection... or punishment? Susan didn't know what to expect.

Tammy told Susan that her hands had not followed her commands and punishment would follow. She then reached into Susan's desk and, after some searching, pulled out an envelope. Tammy then told Susan to remove all her jewelry.

"I want you COMPLETELY naked!"

Exposed as she felt, Susan felt even more vulnerable as she removed her watch and lowered it into the envelope. Removing her wedding ring was the most difficult thing, like a ceremonial acknowledgement of Tammy's control over Susan.

After she had Susan's hand jewelry, Tammy ordered her to remove her earrings. Tammy closed the envelope and watched Susan return her hands to place. She put the envelope on the desk. Susan's eyes followed the envelope until it was on the desk. Tammy let the moment hang. She tugged on the bottom of her dress to straighten it out. She was eye-turningly beautiful in her long white outfit. She ordered Susan's hands back behind her back. Susan was naked, unadorned, raw and on display.




Getting Even



After a moment, Tammy stood and ordered Susan to stand up. Susan did as she was told. Tammy ordered her to return the chair to its place. When Susan had done so, Tammy ordered her back behind the desk and to sit on the desk.

Confused at first, Susan eventually hopped up onto her desk. The glass surface felt ice cold to her. Her hands still clasped behind her, she watched Tammy push back her leather chair and step closer. Smiling down at Susan, Tammy put her hands on the insides of Susan's thighs and pulled her legs apart slowly. Susan's feet hung from the edge of the desk and Tammy stood between them. Tammy put a finger under Susan's chin.

"I want that job upstairs!"

Susan nodded in agreement. "Yes"

"You're going to make that happen tomorrow!"

"Yes Tammy, I will!"

Tammy ran her finger down Susan's neck, then her breast. She stopped at Susan's right nipple.

"Bill is definitely a breast man..."

Susan could not believe her ears. Under these circumstances, was Tammy really going to talk about her sexual escapades with her husband??? Tammy began tracing a circle around Susan's nipple. She became visibly uncomfortable.

"...Sometimes he strips me naked... just rips the clothes right off me..."

Tammy's eyes focused on Susan's breast. She closed in with her thumb and index finger and began lightly tugging and pinching Susan's s nipple. Tammy continued, speaking more and more slowly.

"...and he squeezes my nipples...and I moan with pleasure...and he pinches me harder...until I feel like electricity is shooting through my body with each touch..."

Tammy took both nipples into her hands, which sprang to attention under Tammy's touch. Susan helplessly watched her body become aroused. 

"...I beg him not to stop...he traces my body with his hands...he teases my pussy..."

Tammy ran her hands down Susan's stomach, then onto her thighs.

"...I unbutton his shirt and his pants...his clothes fall off him...I dive into his muscular chest...I kiss his nipples and I lick his stomach..."

Tammy ran her fingers along the insides of Susan's thighs.

"...he pushes me onto the bed...and I spread my legs for him...I am his whore...I am dripping wet for him...He can do anything he wants to me..."

Susan's breathing accelerated. With Tammy's fingers teasing her legs, her feet clenched and released.

"...Bill stands over me with a huge erection...I can't wait to feel his cock inside me..."

Susan's chest heaved as she took in a big gulp of air. Her face was flush with excitement.

Tammy's hands stopped suddenly. She picked Susan's face up by her chin to look in her eyes, which were flush with excitement. Susan snapped back to reality. Tammy looked at Susan, as though studying her.

"I just realized something, Susan. I have denied you sex with Bill for almost a month..."

Susan's eyes darted away from Tammy's.

"...you must be desperate for release..."

Tammy paused for a moment and then ordered Susan up off the desk. Susan was startled.

"NOW!" barked Tammy.

Susan jumped up, and then she turned to Tammy, who was looking at the desk, smiling. There, on the glass surface, was the trace of humidity from where Susan's pussy had just been. A mortified Susan knew what Tammy was thinking.

Tammy ordered Susan to pick up her shoes. Susan hoped this might mean the end of her ordeal, but she sensed it was not over. Tammy ordered Susan to her knees. She kneeled. Tammy took a seat before her on the leather chair. She crossed her legs, pushing one foot towards naked and confused Susan.

"Take my shoe off, and put the black one on..."

Susan did as she was told. As she removed Tammy's strapped white shoe and replaced it with her own shiny black shoe, Tammy kept talking.

"...sometimes Bill kisses my feet and then my ankles...and then he licks me up my legs...sometimes he stops and I beg him to keep going...he keeps getting closer and closer to my pussy..."

The shoe in place, Tammy ordered Susan's hands back behind her.

"Does it excite you to hear about Bill fucking another woman?"

Susan's eyes fixed on Tammy's foot, which waved around inches from her. Tammy inched forward, using the pointy end of the shiny shoe to wedge between Susan's legs. Suddenly Susan knew what Tammy intended to do.

"Wider!"

Susan spread her legs wider. Tammy pushed forward with her foot. She pushed the point in towards Susan's pussy.

"Huh Susan? Does it make you wet?"

Susan's eyes widened as Tammy began to rub her pussy with her shoe. Susan was soaked, and when Tammy pulled her shoe away, it had recorded Susan's arousal.

Tammy observed the moisture on the shiny edge of her shoe. Then she pushed it back in. Susan struggled to reconcile her anger at being so out of control and her desire to satisfy the pulsing sensation below

"I thought so..."

Tammy pushed into Susan's pussy again.

"Tell me something, Susan, do you use a vibrator?"

It was obvious to Tammy that Susan was delirious with almost a month of sexual build-up.

"...no..."

Tammy laughed mockingly. Tammy pulled the shoe tip up, parting Susan's pussy lips as she did so.

"Do you touch yourself?"

"...no..."

Susan's chest heaved with each brush against the tip of her shoe. As Tammy's rhythm became apparent, Susan felt herself grind against it.

"That's right Susan, grind...grind...get yourself off...it feels so good..."

A little at first, Susan started grinding more and more, and Tammy kept encouraging it. Tammy watched Susan grinding, watched how her naked pussy lips straddled the sides of the tip of her shoe, how her tits bounced gently with each hump. Susan's excitement grew, and little grunts came from her mouth. Tammy noticed Susan was staring at Tammy's legs while grinding.

"Bill loves my legs...he tells me they're sexy...aren't they sexy, Susan?"

Susan was grinding up and down. She nodded and whispered "yes!"

"It feels good, doesn't it Susan?"

"...yes..."

"Say it..."

Susan kept grinding faster and faster.

"...It feels good..."

"Again..."

"...It feels good..."

"You want to cum?"

Susan's pussy was engorged around her shoe.

"...yes!..."

Tammy smiled. She pulled her shoe out. Susan was out of control. She looked longingly at the shoe.

"Do you want to cum, Susan?"

"...Yes!..."

"Beg me to let you finish yourself off."

Susan was writhing in place, her weight shifting from knee to knee, desperate for anything between her legs.

"Please let me cum!"

Tammy raised her shoe higher.

"Kiss it, and lick it all off"

Susan leaned down and began licking the point of her shoe.

"Beg again"

Susan tried again in between licks. "Please...let me cum...please!"

Tammy watched her for a moment and then gave the order.

"Finish yourself off!"

Susan kept licking and kissing Tammy's shoe, then her foot and ankle. Her hands unclenched and dove into her pussy. Tammy watched from above as Susan drove herself to orgasm. When she peaked, Susan turned her head from Tammy's ankle and let out her relief.

"Haaaaaa, haaaaaa, haaaaa...." moaned Susan, still rubbing herself below and with her cheek on Tammy's ankle.

Then she collapsed. Partly from exhaustion, and partly from the realization of what she had just done. Susan's face still buried in Tammy's foot, Tammy watched Susan's back expand and contract with each breath. Slowly the heaving stopped.

Tammy ordered her to switch back her shoe. Susan did as she was told. Tammy stood up and repeated her demand: she WOULD have that job the next day. Susan nodded in exhausted agreement. Tammy ordered her to quickly dress. She had a date to get to... with Bill.

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The next day, Susan called Tammy. She had the job. She would start in one week. Tammy informed Susan that her ordeal would soon be over. They said little to each other in the days that followed, perhaps both a little embarrassed. Bill had several more "late nights", but seemed to come home increasingly frustrated each time. Tammy and Susan had lunch on Tammy's last day. Tammy told Susan she would put all her "files" away at home, never to be revealed as long as Susan kept her distance and stayed respectful. Susan agreed.

On Tammy's first day on the new job, a dejected Bill came home early from a "business trip." Susan realized Tammy had been true to her word. That night, Susan and Bill began the long process of repairing their marriage.



Getting Even



Jess was fuming. How could her sister do something like that? It wasn't just enough that she'd humiliated her in front of her friends last night, but now she'd been bollocked by her parents.

It had just been a bloody party. It was what you were supposed to do when your parents were away. For fucks dake she was eighteen! And ok so she should probably have let Sarah in on the plan – inviting her would probably have been a good plan, but to do what she did.

Bitch!

The phone call that had just come through from Spain had been the final straw. It wasn't fucking fair. If Sarah hadn't been out all day there'd have been hell to pay. As it was it had been stewing up in Jess over the day and now she was reaching boiling point.

Ring ring...

The phone went again and she grabbed it from the cradle in frustration.

"Hello." 

"Jess it's me –"

It was her delightful big sister...

"Fuck off Sarah" "Look Jess I haven't got time now, I'm calling from a phone box. Tom's going to be there any minute, but my train's been delayed and I won't be there till 5." "Shame..." "Look just give him the message will you Jess? He'll have to find something to keep him entertained till I get there."

Jess crashed the phone back down. Tom was Sarah's long distance boyfriend. He was coming down today from Plymouth and staying till Friday.

Ding Dong.

As the doorbell chimed it seemed to strike a chord in Jess's head, and a wicked idea for getting her own back began to stir.

She jumped off the bed and scampered downstairs to the front door. As her fingers grasped the handle she glanced sideways into the mirror and brushed a few stray dark hairs back into place around her pretty face.

"Tom!" she smiled welcomingly as she pulled open the door. He was cuter than she remembered – five years older than her and much more mature than her eighteen-year-old boyfriends. She didn't know what he was doing with Sarah.

"Hi Jess," he grinned in return and she couldn't help but notice him quickly look her up and down.

"Come in, come in," she beckoned and led him inside the house. She took his bag from him and laid it in the hall, and then helped him off with his coat.

The perfect hostess...

"Sarah called just before you got here," Jess began apologetically. "Unfortunately her train's stuck somewhere and she's not going to be here for ages. Not till 6 at least she said."

Liar liar, pants on fire.

"Oh," Tom replied disappointedly. "Not to worry I suppose."

"Well it's a bit unfair," Jess stirred. "You travel halfway across the country to see her and she can't even be back on time to meet you!"

"That's ok..."

"Well I think it's a bit slack," she said dismissively, "but don't worry, I'll look after you till she gets here."

"Don't worry I'll be..." he began.

"It's my pleasure" she said coyly. "Now you'd probably like a drink after your journey..."

She left him on the sofa with a beer in his hand, and slipped upstairs to change.

***

'He'll have to find something to keep him entertained' Sarah had said... Jess knew just the thing... Her...

She stepped out of her jeans, and pulled her t-shirt over her head. 

Just slipping into something more comfortable...

Rummaging through her drawers, Jess searched through her bikinis, looking for the right one. She pulled out a bright yellow one with orange markings. She hadn't worn it for a while because it was a bit small, but it was perfect for today.

Standing in front of the mirror Jess unclipped her bra and dropped it to the floor. Her breasts might not have been as large as her sister's but they were beautiful, standing proudly out from her chest. She pulled the bikini up under them and fastened the string around her back.

The result was just what she was after. Her pert tits pressed hard against the flimsy top, which showed plenty of the tops and sides, and left little to the imagination. She changed into the matching bottoms, and tied a sarong around her small waist to complete the effect.

How could he resist?

As Jess re-entered the lounge Tom's eyes widened as he feasted them on her lithe body. She had a pretty good tan and the bikini contrasted nicely with her skin colour. She smiled in satisfaction as his gaze ran down her body over her chest and down her flat stomach, then further down her slim athletic legs.

She bounced onto the sofa beside Tom and laid her head innocently on his shoulder, her hair tickling his cheek. She could feel his body tense slightly at her touch.

"How are you doing Tom?" she asked. "Bored?"

"Well..."

"I thought I'd change and get out in the sun for a bit. Fancy joining me?" She gave him the puppy dog eyes. How could he refuse?

As he followed her outside she wiggled her bum sexily as she walked, and could almost feel his gaze burning into it. She made sure to bend over provocatively and pick up a blanket and sun-cream on the way.

The back garden was small and private, and the sun was warm against her bare skin. Tom sat on the blanket in his shorts and shirt and she sat by him rubbing cream into her tanned legs. His eyes followed her hands as they trailed up and down, and after untying her sarong, she purposefully spent a long time massaging it into her inner thighs.

"Aren't you hot Tom?" she asked.

If he noticed the double entendre he did well to conceal it. "It is pretty warm" he agreed, and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Oh you are hot Tom!" she giggled flirtatiously, and pulled his shirt away from his chest for a quick glimpse! "I can see what Sarah sees in you!" She lay down on her front next to him.

Tom raised his eyebrow curiously, but grinned and slipped his shirt off completely.

"Well I must say you're not bad yourself young Jessica" he teased, again taking the opportunity to strip her with his eyes.

She smiled modestly and looked down. "Well you..." she began but trailed off. "No..."

"What?" Tom asked.

"No, nothing."

"Come on," Tom bit, "what were you going to say?"

"Well..." she bit her lip as if unsure whether to go on. "I was going to say you wouldn't mind if I... if I went... You see I normally take my top off out here so I don't get strap marks..." She flitted her eyes away self consciously. 

What an actress.

Tom cleared his throat and tried to keep his composure. It was hard. "No sure that's fine, whatever, do whatever you like." He gabbled.

Jess sat up, catching him by surprise, and pulled the halter over her neck. Then, looking him directly in the eye she slowly reached behind her to undo the knot of her bikini.

As it fell into her lap Tom swallowed hard and his tongue flicked at his lips. His eyes ran across her bare chest and over her nubile breasts, feasting on the smooth skin and dark firm nipples.

"Wow..." he stammered out.

"Oh don't..." Jess tipped her head to one-side. "I know my boobs aren't as big as Sarah's".

"N..no.." Tom managed, "but wow they're fantastic... If you don't mind me saying that is..."

"No... that's ok," she smiled coyly as she reached for the sun-cream.

She sat cross legged and unscrewed the top, it was quite a full bottle and she knew that, so it didn't really need the big squeeze she gave it as she held it in front of her chest.

"Oops!" she gasped as a spray of thick white cream spurted out across her tits. "Now look what I've done."

She thought Tom's eyes would burst from his skull as the sticky white trail ran down into the valley between her firm boobs. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, and then again as her right hand moved up to rub the cream slowly into her skin. Her fingers stroked it into the side of her right breast and then across the front and over the aureole. Her palm rubbed over the smooth skin and then across to her left breast which she cupped as she spread the cream in and rubbed her thumb over the nipple.

Tom gritted his teeth and let out a sigh as he watched this obscene private show. Jess heard his sigh and smiled to herself.

Revenge is going to be sweet.

"Would you do my back?" she asked sweetly.

"Of course," Tom jumped at the opportunity.

Jess leant forward across his thighs, her bare breasts pressing into his lap. Tom could barely believe it, his girlfriend's pretty little sister lying across his lap in nothing but a pair of skimpy bikini bottoms. He picked up the cream and squirted it across her shoulder blades.

Jess smirked. He'd bitten and now there was no going back. He wouldn't be able to resist her now she was sure. 

And judging by the hardness pressing against her he didn't want to anyway.

She relaxed her body as his strong hands worked the cream into her skin. It felt good. And for the first time now in this game she began to get aroused herself, thinking about what she was doing.

What she was trying to get him to do to her.

As he finished rubbing her back she rolled over on his thighs and stared up at him. As he looked down at her sexy face her pert breasts pointed up at him and he couldn't resist dropping a hand down to her chest.

"Tom..." she gasped as his fingers ran across her nipple.

"Shit Jess, we shouldn't be doing this," he protested pathetically.

"Doing what?" she giggled as her hand reached under her to his shorts and began to rub at his crotch.

"What if Sarah comes back..." he sighed.

"It's what, 4:30 now? We've got an hour and a half before she'll be home..." Jess lied, knowing all too well that her sister would be back at 5:00.

She knelt up across his lap and pushed him backwards onto the blanket, as her fingers went to the top of his shorts. Tom's protesting faded then and there as she pulled them slowly down under her and off his legs, leaving him naked underneath her.

"Mmmm" she groaned as his hard dick pressed against her bikini-clad crotch.

"Oh yeah..." he moaned back in agreement as she writhed on top of him.

She leaned forward and kissed him forcefully on the lips, and then trailed down to his chest, her hair tickling his skin. As her lips worked down his body Tom lifted his hips in arousal, pressing his dick against her naked tits. It nestled there between them as she kissed at his stomach, and then it was in her hand, and her lips were pressed softly against the tip.

"God Jess..." Tom mumbled.

"Mmmm" was all she could manage as his dick slid between her lips and into her tight mouth. Her tongue worked hard on his shaft as she bobbed her head lower and took as much as she could into her mouth.

Tom was in heaven. Sarah didn't much like giving blowjobs, and would rarely suck his dick, but her cute little sister seemed to delight in it, and he wasn't going to try and stop her.

Jess used her fist to slowly wank him into her mouth as her lips noisily slurped around his dick. He gasped.

She slid him out of her mouth and said arrogantly, "Am I better than her?"

"Oh yeah..." Tom moaned.

He rolled her over onto her back and lay between her legs. It was his turn now to taste her.

"Mmmm Tom," she mewled as he kissed across her flat stomach and down over her bikini bottoms. Gently he slipped the moist material aside and stared at her juicy cunt. She shifted slowly under his gaze and tensed as his finger stroked down the side of her lips.

Tom lowered his head as his finger teased her pussy, and tentatively flicked his tongue across her clit.

"Oh..." she trembled.

He probed harder as she squirmed beneath him and her thighs clamped tightly around his head.

God he knew his stuff, thought Jess as he slipped a finger deep inside her. Sarah had kept that quiet... Her hands stroked the back of his head before moving up her body and caressing her boobs, while all the time his tongue lapped at her cunt.

He lifted his head and kissed her tits lightly, sucking on her small, hard nipples. She groaned again and kissed the top of his head, and then his lips as his head turned to face her.

"Fuck me," she whispered in his ear.

His face was full of lust.

She rolled him over onto his back and straddled him once again. Reaching under her with her hand she found his throbbing dick and pressed it hard against her wet cunt.

They both shook with lust.

"Wait," he said, "I'll get...."

She put a finger to his lips to silence him. 

"It's ok... I'm on the pill."

She placed his dick against her and slid down slowly onto her knees, gasping as he sank deep within her.

"Oh god..." he murmured in pleasure. "Sarah never lets me without a condom..."

She raised her hips again and ground her pelvis down against him, loving the feel of his dick inside her. His hands reached up to her face as she bounced on top of him and she sucked seductively at his finger.

She panted with exertion as she fucked herself on his cock and groaned out as his hands left her face and found her up-thrust tits. He rubbed his palms roughly across her nipples and crushed her boobs together hard, cupping one in each hand.

If only sis could see them now...

She would...

Her hair hung across her face as he began to fuck hard against her, and they both grunted out their pleasure. She hoped the neighbours weren't gardening...

Stopping for a moment to catch her breath, she slid from on top of him. He looked up at her in disappointment and she smiled.

"Just moving" she laughed, "don't worry..."

She turned her back on him and knelt down on the grass, falling forward onto her hands and knees. Tom wasted no time as she turned and pouted at him, he knelt up behind her and pressed his dick quickly into her from behind.

"Ungh..." she grunted out as he thrust deeply into her. He was rougher this way and she loved it as he pounded in and out of her. His hand reached round and mauled at her tits and she sank her head submissively into the grass.

"Harder," she gasped out as he fucked against her.

"Whatever... you... say..." Tom breathed out as he began to push into her even harder.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh... ugh... ugh... uh..." she squealed as he took her from behind. It wasn't long she knew, and as much as she wanted to give in to the pleasure she was feeling she needed to keep an eye out...

Tom wasn't going to last much longer though she knew, she could feel his dick throbbing inside her tight cunt and his breathing was more and more laboured as he thrust into her.

And then it was time. From her position bent over on the ground she saw her sister come through the front door of the house. It would only be a few more seconds till she saw them through the window.

And Tom was almost there...

"Cum in my face," she gasped out at him.

"What?" he stammered.

"I want you to cum in my face," she panted.

Tom didn't need asking again, he pulled out of her and with little care spun her round till his dick was bobbing in front of her.

As Sarah entered the kitchen her eyes widened as through the window she saw her naked boyfriend jerking his dick frantically in her little sister's upturned face.

Oblivious, Tom was in heaven as Jess gazed sexily up at him, batting her long eyelashes and awaiting his facial.

"Oh... here... it... comes," he grunted out as he wanked his cock inches from her little button nose.

"Uhhh..." Jess moaned as his first jet of cum gushed across her face. She blushed deeply as the warm sticky fluid splashed over her cheeks.

Sarah burst through the back door just in time to see Tom's second shot spurt across her sister's lips and in her hair. Jess looked her way cheekily with her boyfriend's cum running down her face. Tom followed her gaze, and as he caught sight of his girlfriend the last of his cum sprayed out across Jess's pert tits. She smiled in satisfaction before collapsing back onto the grass.

Even...

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Intended as a one off unlike my other stories in parts, but if there's any interest (email / comments) I might continue it. Hope you liked it.



Getting Even



I have been married to Deb for the past three years. Deb is blonde, twenty five years old and college educated. She's cute and very sexy at the same time but I'm still very unhappy in our marriage. Now don't get me wrong, she's great and I love her very much. I just have to tell you the story of how my marriage changed. She was a great wife cooking and cleaning without complaint. I only had one problem. She just wouldn't get on the birth control pill. The only way she would let me have sex with her was if we used a condom. She had made this clear to me when we were dating that she had a reaction to the pill and that she couldn't take them, so if I stayed with her I would have to understand that. 

I agreed, and at first it didn't bother me much. But after the first two years I started to try and talk her into letting me make love to her without a condom. I told her about sperm asides, IUD's and Diaphragms but she would have none of that. Deb wouldn't even try them; the only method of birth control that she would consider was condoms. She had a real hang up and after many late night talks I started to understand that it was the messy side of sex that she didn't seem to like. She didn't want to have to clean up after sex and if a condom was used she didn't have all that yucky stuff to deal with. She also complained that all the other forms of birth control were too hard to use. 

I was stuck; our sex life was safe and clean and went on that way. I was getting more and more unhappy with it. I bought all kinds of rubbers trying to help make me happier with our sex life. I got some with lube and some without. I tried ribbed condoms, real skin condoms. I got some that had stuff in it that said it would help me feel more stimulated. None of these seemed to help. Deb's pussy always seemed kind of dry and it was too tight when we had sex. When I complained about that Deb suggested that we try lubes. So I tried KY and other lubes that promised to help make it feel like I didn't have a condom on at all. In the end they were no help and sex with Deb was getting to be something I dreaded. Sometimes after I put on the rubber I would loose my erection altogether. When Deb asked me what was wrong? I told her that it was nothing. 

We had many friends and we were always having a party here or at someone's home to go to. Deb sister Heather had one night of the week she called girls night. Heather was twenty two; she had nice long blond hair and was very easy on the eye. She lived with a couple of other girls her age in a townhouse not to far from our home. Heather also had a boyfriend I quickly learned to hate. His name was Dave and this guy was one that all the other guys didn't like. You know the type single, good looking, and had a lot of money. He was always drawing all the pretty young girls to him. Dave started dating my wife's sister so we saw him a lot. The more I got to know Dave the more I wondered what all these girls saw in him.

One night Heather had a party at her home and Deb and I attended. This party was no different, Dave had a small circle of girls all around him and to my surprise Deb was right next to Dave, and she was laughing and talking to him. She had worn a very low cut top that really showed off her tits and I was sure Dave was getting a good eye full every time she leaned down and put her hand on his shoulder. I found myself getting jealous because she kept leaning over and talking to him. I was just sure she was flirting with him. 

After that night we started getting phone calls late at night and when I would answer the other party would hang up, the caller I.D. said unlisted. I was sure it was Dave trying to reach Deb. I became more suspicious and one night when Deb told me she was going out to her sister's house for one of the girl parties, I decided to see what was going on. I waited for her to leave then, after about an hour I drove the short distant to Heathers place. I drove slowly by Heathers and didn't see Deb's car anyplace. 

Where was she? I had a suspicion of where Deb might be. At Dave's house! I knew Dave lived in an upscale Townhouse on the other side of town. Could Deb really be there? Could she be cheating on me? I needed to know. I tried to stop thinking like that but the closer I got to Dave's place the more it went through my mind, Deb was cheating on me. I arrived at Dave's and was upset to see Deb's car parked right in front, my heart stopped. She was there with him. Not with him! How could she? I hated that guy and she knew that. 

I drove by a few times and saw a light on in the front. I decided that I was going to confront the both of them and get it over with. I didn't want to stay married to someone that would cheat on me. I had to tell her that I knew what was going on and that I wanted a divorce. I stopped the car and left the engine running. I ran to the front door, a light was coming from one of those small bathroom windows and once I was in the court yard I could hear everything. Dave, the asshole, had left his bathroom window open and I could clearly hear the noises coming from inside his bedroom. Dave and Deb were having sex and hard sex from the sound of it. I stopped and listened to the noises of sex. I stepped over to the window and looked inside. I could see the bathroom and out into the bedroom just a bit. I saw about 2 foot of the end of the bed. I could see Dave's feet and his lower legs. I could also see Deb's feet rapped around him.

"Goddamn your pussy is so fucking tight." I heard Dave hiss.

Deb's pussy had always been tight that's what made sex with a condom so uncomfortable. I felt sick to my stomach as I heard them having sex just out of my sight. How could she, the bitch. I found myself wondering if she made him ware a rubber. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard Dave grunt out.

"Here I cum, take it all, take it in your pussy." I heard Dave grunting again as he unloaded.

I ran back to my car, she was such a slut. How could she let another man, this Asshole, have unprotected sex with her? She never let me, her husband cum inside of her. I was sure Dave didn't have on a condom; he would never have said that. He would never have said he was Cumming in her pussy if he had a condom on. I drove home in my mind working on all that I had heard. I decided I was going to get even with Deb and then divorce her for doing this to me. How could she let Dave fuck her and cum in her, when I've been married to her all these years and never had. The fact that the guy was Dave didn't help how I felt about it. If it had been some other guy I would still be upset but not this pissed off. I would find a way to get even with her for this.

I went inside and went to bed and waited for Deb to come home. About 2 a.m. she stumbled inside, I pretended to be asleep. She crawled into bed and rolled away from me and was soon fast asleep. My mind worked on a plan to get even with Deb. If she was willing to let Dave cum in her with no birth control then she would pay the price.

I had a plan, the next night I went to the adult book store. I parked kind of in the back, I got some strange looks from some of the gay guys but I just ignored them. You see, I had a plan to get even with Deb and it is something she will never know happened but I will. That would make all the different, I would know that I got even before I left her. It was an evil plan but no less then what she deserved. Deb and her family all hate black people, for years I have heard her and her family make black jokes and run them down. I would use this to get even with Deb for her infidelity. 

My plan was simple. It was Friday and Deb always wanted to have sex when she got back from drinks with the girls from her office. She usually comes in half drunk and that would be the perfect time to get even with her. I would use her hatred for black men to get even with her. I had seen Deb walk around black men on the street and lower her eyes just so she would not have to look at them. I had decided to get a black man to help me with my revenge. I watched and waited in my car and each time a black guy would drive in I would look at them. Some were to clean looking; others to young, finial an older black man driving an old beat up white car pulled in and parked not to far from me. 

It was strange but I felt myself getting excited as I got out of my car and ran over to him. He walked with a cane and was just getting out of his car. He had white hair and I could see that he had to be in his sixties. I walked up to him and smiled, he just kind of looked at me.

"I was hoping you could help me." I said with a smile.

He just eyed me up and down and then with a wave of his hand said.

"Son I'm not into that kind of thing. I only have an eye for the girls." he said with a chuckle.

I shook my head and started to tell him my story. I told him of my wife and what she had done. He was very interested when I told him about how Deb never let me have unprotected sex with her and how she had let Dave pump his seed into her. He seemed to understand.

"Look, son I feel sorry for you. I really do, but what can an old man like me do to help you out." He said leaning on his car for support.

I grinned, I was sure that this guy was going to help me.

"What I need is this." I handed him a rubber "I kind of would be willing to pay you to cum inside this condom for me." 

He looked dumb founded as he took the small orange package from me.

"You said you would pay me for that?" He kind of looked puzzled.

"Yes!" I reached into my pocket and showed him a fifty dollar bill.

"I don't want to tell you what it's for but let's just say it's a surprise for the wife."

He grinned as he tucked the rubber into his shirt pocket, he shook my hand.

"Not sure what you got in mind but if it will help you get even with your racist wife I will help. I hate them people that think there shit don't stink."

He slowly walked into the bookstore and disappeared inside with my condom in his pocket, I had told him to make sure to tie a good knot in the end after he filled it. I looked at my wristwatch and noticed that it was 6 p.m. I had about an hour before Deb would be home.

I went back to my car and waited and after about thirty five minutes the old man made his way out of the bookstore and slowly limped to his car. I meet him there he was grinning as I walked up to him. 

"It was a good day for me, some fine movies in there today a lot of them with pretty white girls and black guys." he said handing me the condom, tied at the end just like I had asked. I took it and quickly dropped it in my jacket pocket. 

"Here you go, nice to meet you." I said handing him the money that we agreed on.

He pocketed it quickly and grinned.

"It was nice to be able to help you out." He said as he got into his car. "Maybe I can help you out again sometime; I can always use the money."

I walked back to my car.

"Hey mister, I just got to know one thing. What color hair you wife have?" He yelled after me.

"Blonde." I answered. 

He just grinned. I got into my car and quickly drove the three miles to my house. I arrived just before seven p.m. and saw that I was in luck Deb's car was nowhere to be seen. I ran inside and up the bedroom. I opened the bed stand drawer and reached into my pocket for the tied off condom. It was the first time I had really looked at it and that black fellow was not lying, the thing was heavy and still very hot to the touch. He had a good day, he had said and I was surprised by the amount of cum deposited in the tip of the condom. I don't think I could cum that much if I jacked off twice. 

Now, I was about to put the rest of my plan into action. I opened another condom and with a pin I poked about five holes into the end of it, when I was satisfied that it would leak I got my knife out and carefully cut the top off the full condom. I transferred the still warm cum from the used condom into the new one with the holes in it. I then used a twist tie I had gotten from the kitchen and tied off the top of it. I was ready for Deb to come home.

I went downstairs and didn't have to wait long; Deb opened the door with a big smile on her face.

"Hello honey." She giggled "I'm home."

She was wearing a nice short red dress and black high heel shoes, she looked a little to loose for my liking. She was such a slut, first having sex with Dave. Now dressing all sexy to go to work! She was probably trying to get picked up in the bar she had just been at with her friends. For all I knew she had just left Dave's place again. I got mad just thinking about it, she was going to pay for it and it would be tonight.

Deb dropped her purse and set down in my lap.

"Oh, honey, I had a lot of fun tonight." She said with an evil little grin.

I know that look, she wanted me to take her upstairs and have sex with her. I really didn't want to do it; it made me sick to touch her after what she had done. I forced a smile and lifted her up into my arms. She was kissing on my neck and talking to me but I really didn't hear a word she was saying. I was about to put the rest of my plan into action. After tonight I would leave her and start over, there was no way I would stay with someone that cheated on me.

I laid her down on the bed and reached under her dress, I ruffle pulled down her panties. She reached up and kissed me, her tongue went into my mouth and all I could think of was her kissing Dave, Bitch! I pushed her back down and lifted her skirt up over her hips. I rubbed her pussy and slipped a finger into her cheating cunt. I was getting madder all the time, she looked up at me, she had no idea that I knew what she had been up to. I did and I was about to get even.

I stood up and pulled down my paints I was only half hard because of how mad I was at her. She was giggling and looking at me with that drunken look.

"Oh, your sure ruff tonight. You don't even want me to take off my clothes." She almost purred.

I got between he legs and pulled her onto the edge of the bed. I had to get hard so I started working my cock on her pussy lips. 

"No, no, no!" She warned me.

That was my signal. I reached into the nearby bed stand and pulled out the prepared condom full of the old black mans cum. I quickly untied the twist tie. Deb was looking up at the ceiling rubbing her legs and tits.

"What's taking so long?" She sighed.

This was it, the moment of truth. I was about to pay her back for all her transgressions. She had cheated on me, given her pussy to another and not made him wear a condom and I was going to make her pay. I was going to have the last word here. 

I opened the end of the condom and slipped my cock into it. The black guys cum was still warm and as I closed the top onto my own swollen cock shaft, I was hoping it would hold his cum inside. I looked down at the lewd sight. I had never done anything like this before. I had never touched another guys cum, let alone a black guys. Now I had my hard cock inside a condom with a large load of a black mans cum. It was strange, I found myself getting really excited by the idea of what I was about to do. I squeezed the tip and grinned when I noticed a small amount of cum forming at the tip where the holes were. 

I put my condom covered cock up to Deb's pussy lips. The condom was full of cum already and I was not sure if Deb would notice or not as I rubbed the tip up against her pussy. The tight top was still keeping the black guys load in place and I was surprised how hot his cum was as I pushed into Deb's open cunt. She looked down at me but she couldn't see the sight I was seeing. Each time I pushed my dick into the cheating bitch, I knew that the black guy's spunk was going inside as well. I started to see cum coming out of her cunt lips and white foam formed on the rubber. 

The old black guy's cum felt so good it was making my own cock hot. I kept fucked harder into Debs opened pussy. The idea of pumping her pussy full of this other guys cum was very exciting and despite my first wave of disgust I soon found myself enjoying the feeling of my dick in his seed. I looked down at Deb and she was biting her lower lip and she was looking at me with lust on her face. 

I had never seen her enjoying our sex this much before, her eyes looked deep into mine and she kept kissing me all over my neck. My dick had never been so hard; in fact our sex had not felt this good, ever. I was starting to really enjoy it. If it was not for the fact that Deb had been cheating on me I would really enjoying it. 

I remembered why I was doing this, I was getting even. If it's cum she wanted then I would give her some. She would die if she knew right now I was pumping her cunt full of old black guys cum. Her parents and family would never talk to her again if they knew she was getting her womb flooded by black spunk. That's what I would leave with, the knowledge that she was not as pure as she believed. I would never even have to tell her about this, to still feel that I had gotten the last laugh. 

I was so busy thinking that I didn't notice that Deb was Cumming. She rapped her legs around my waist and worked her pussy up to me hard. She had never done anything like that before. She was grinding her hips up to me working my cock into her pussy as hard as she could. I was so busy thinking of getting even with her I was not even close to Cumming yet. Her orgasm passed and she collapsed back onto the bed her legs went limp and back to the floor. 

I wanted to see how my plan was going. I wanted to see how much of the black guy's cum was left in the condom. I could still feel its warmth all over my cock but I was not sure what was left. I reached down and held the condom in place slowly pulled out of her. I rolled her over on her stomach on the bed her knees on the ground. I looked down at her tight ass sticking out toward me. Her pussy was very red and puffy it was wet and the white foam that had been there had run down onto her ass and between her legs. I looked at the condom and it still had about half of the load of sperm still hanging at the tip. I quickly pushed my dick back into her wet hole and went to work. I worked that condom into her tight cunt. I didn't want to stop until I had worked every last drop into her cheating cunt.

I pumped that old black man's cum into her cunt. I was pumping another guy's cum into her tight hole and it was dripping out of her cunt and running down my balls and onto my leg. Deb had never been so hot, she was moving here and there and was quivering with each pump. I counted three more hard orgasms as I worked the black guy's seed into her wet pussy. She had never cum like this before, never this many times.

I still hadn't cum yet when Deb surprised me, she crawled up onto the bed. Took hold of my cock and pulled it out of her cunt with a loud pop. I looked down; I was covered in that white foam it was all over my pubic hairs and long globs of cum hung from my balls which were now very tight. 

"I can't take any more Steve." She said as she ran her fingers over her well fucked pussy. "That is the best sex we have ever had and I want to do something special for you." 

She reached down and grabbed the tip of the condom and pulled it off my dick with a pop. She lay down on the bed facing me and to my shock grabbed my dick by the base and stuck it in her mouth. Oh my god! She was sucking my cock and without knowing it was cleaning up the black mans cum that covered it. She never seemed to notice that anything was wrong. She went to work on my wet dick with her hand and mouth as I looked down in disbelief. She looked up at me as she cleaned my cock from end to end. Her hand never stopped jacking and as I realized that she had a mouth full of black mans cum I shot my wad all over her face. She never sucked me; she never had four orgasms before.




Getting Even



I watcher her stagger into the bathroom to clean up. She ran back to the bed and lay down next to me.

"That was fantastic!" she said as she rubbed my now soft dick with her hand. 

I had to agree with her that was the best sex we had ever had. I knew however that I was about to tell her that I knew she had been cheating on me with Dave and that I wanted her out of this house. I was not going to let one night of hot sex change that, not after three years of terrible sex. I was just about to tell her when she kissed me. 

"I forgot to tell you, Heather has my car again." 

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"oh, last night I lent Heather my car so she could go to Dave's and have some alone time away from her friends." She smiled at me that half drunk sexy smile she has. "You know how hard it is to have alone time when you live with two other girls. Heather told me that they both hit on Dave all the time and she wanted to get away and have some time alone with him."

"Heather had your car last night?" I asked my mind froze.

"Sure, I didn't see any harm. Not at first but now she wanted it again, so she dropped me off and took off to Dave's for some of what we just had I'm sure." She giggled.

Oh what have I done? It was Heather at Dave's last night. I had thought it was Deb that was with Dave, it was her car and I could hear them having sex. How was I to know she was letting her sister have her car to meet up with Dave? So that means that Deb had not done anything wrong and I had just wronged her. I couldn't believe what I had just done to her, I had pumped another mans sperm into her without her knowing. She was not on any birth control and I had just pumped her full of an old black man's cum. 

"Oh honey by the way." Deb said "where did you get that lube we used tonight. It was so fucking good. My pussy is still tingly all over and it made me orgasm over and over."

I just looked dumbfounded. 

"I'm just saying." Deb went on "that it was great and that it really made a different to me. Was it good for you too?" 

"Err. Yes." I managed to mutter.

"Is something wrong with you Steve?" She asked laying her had on my chest.

"No." I said as I patted her on the head.

I could tell her the truth or keep quite and live. I decided to live; I didn't say a thing but as she kissed me she added.

"I can't wait until we can do it again." She closed her eyes "but not tonight I'm all sexed out for now."

What was I going to do? 



Getting Even



I had arrived a day earlier than kelly. We had been planning this vacation together for almost two years, but one of us always seemed to have to cancel out for one reason or another. This was the first time since college that we could have our reunion. 

Now laying by the pool I closed my eyes and reminisced about our last two years in college, and particularly the times we had spent as room mates in the sorority house. 

Our room was on the third floor at the end of the hallway and I guess our little experiments began as a sort of intimate dare. 

Actually it had started one evening after we had both been to a Frat party and returned rather drunk. Kelly was far more daring than I was and when we tumbled into our room she mixed herself a drink, then turned to me and made the simple statement that started it all. 

"I'm horny as hell and I'm going to fuck myself until I pass out." 

I heard her, but really didn't quite grasp what she meant.

Then she stepped out of her dress, took off her bra and kicking off her loafers. Next she went to her top dresser drawer and took out her toy. Oh I knew about it because I had one too, and early on we had compared them and discussed using them, but it had ended there. 

I assumed she used it when I was out just as I did when I was alone between classes, but now there was no secrecy about it. She was going to use it on herself, with the lights on, and with me in the room. 

I was giggly and sort of dumbfounded so I just turned and poured myself a drink, and thought about getting undressed too. 

From behind me I heard the soft purr as she turned her "wiggly Wabbet" on. I turned to see her with her panties now off and her feet drawn up tight against the cheeks of her ass. Her knees had dropped to either side exposing her pussy with its outer lips parted. 

She seemed oblivious to my presence and began by just running the pulsating translucent jelly toy up and down her shaved pussy while she rolled her nipple between her fingers.

For a young woman who had too much to drink, her ability to feel things certainly hadn't been affected. Within moments she was panting and moaning softly. I forgot about undressing and simply sat on the corner of the bed and watched her. 

She began doing thing with her Wabbet that I really hadn't thought of doing. With her one hand on her breast, and her other pressing the side of her toy firmly against her pussy she began to moan louder, and as her thighs began to quiver and her ass lifted up, she tilted the toy forward and inserted it all the way in. 

That effectively pressed the little rabbit's ears against her clit. With a rather loud gasp, she cried out, and began to pump the thing in and out of her pussy. She was on the verge of her first orgasm and was so wet and slippery that I could hear the slurpy sounds that filled the room as she worked it in and out.

I was torn between watching her, and my own throbbing need. I could only sit there and watch as she writhed on the bed and I lifted my skirt and slide my hand up to touch my own sticky slit. 

"My god," I had thought, "it's taking her a long time to come down," and yet I really didn't want to see her stop because I was getting close to cumming myself. 

With a low scream she strained her neck up, stared at me and cried out. "Cummmmmmingggg, Oh yeah here it comes now!  Ooooooh Fuck yeah, Oh god it feels so fucking good! And in that instant I yelled out to her, "Meeeeee tooooooo Kelly, Me toooooo!" 

I was plunging three fingers in and out of my open pussy while my thumb wobbled sideways on my clit. Suddenly I didn't care how loud I got, I was totally absorbed in the wonderful sensations of an intense orgasm. 

When I finished I pulled my sticky hand from under my panties and brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked each. She lay moaning on the bed, but as she gasped for breath, she watched me. I was embarrassed, but in those moments I really didn't care either.

She smiled at me and whispered: "Again? Want to do it again Patty?" I sort of smiled and mumbled, "If you can, I'll Try. I think I can cum again. Just let me get out of these things." 

I was in the process of stripping down while trying to watch her. She had started slowly plunging her toy in and out of her noisy wet pussy again.

That night we each came four times while we watched each other masturbate. That was more than I had ever cum before, but it was only the beginning of a weekly ritual that was to evolve from our new found pleasure. We had found that watching and listening to each other as we fucked ourselves, was a real turn-on. 

It was about three weeks later that we began to be more daring, and by then we had purchased additional toys. Things had gotten to the point where we were having little contests to see who was the fastest, or who could cum most or sometimes who could get the wettest. 

That was also the time when Kelly asked me to help her. Up until then we sort of kept to ourselves and watched each other, but on that Friday night Kelly was on her fifth attempt and she was right on the edge, but no matter how fast she moved her hand, or where she put her vibrator, she simply couldn't make it.

"Patty? Oh god Patty, I'm right there but I can't. Do something! Help me! Do something please."

I really didn't know at that time, what to do, but I was willing to try. So that's when we began to do each other. I first played with her nipples so she could use both hands on her pussy. 

Then I had the idea of using my vibrating egg on her clit, while she used her wabbit inside her pussy. 

That did it. With my left hand on her breast, and my fingers rolling her nipple between them, I held the silver egg to her clit and she screamed out as she came. "Ohmygod, oooohgoddddddd Patty, Here it comes, I'm cumming Oooooooooh shit its so fucking good!"

It was long and hard, and she began by thrusting her cunt up high, forcing the wabbit deep into her pussy and the egg tight against her clit. She began moaning, than she gasped, "pinch them! Squeeze my nipples! Oh my fucking baby I'm gonna lose my mind! Cumming again Patty, cumming, cumming, Oh yeah, yes, yes oh yessssssssssss."

I remember watching her face and than looking down at her pussy. I took the twisting toy from her hand and drew the squirming jelly vibrator out of her and put it in my mouth. 

It was coated with a creamy coating of her juices and for the first time I was tasting another girl. I already knew how I tasted, but the thought of tasting her had me intoxicated.

"Kelly? Could you do me? I mean would you help me to cum like that? You can do anything you want, but I want to finish hard like that. Would you?" I pleaded.

That had been the beginning of our intimate relationship. Not intimate in that we were lovers, but intimate in helping each other satisfy our need to cum.

I suppose it was inevitable that others in the sorority house would become involved. I guess we got a bit noisy down at the end of the hallway and the packages wrapped in brown paper that kept coming in the mail, aroused interest and soon our Friday evening sessions became mini orgies with perhaps eight or nine girls joining our little sessions.  Always there was the booze and the x rated videos before we began and the girls would begin trading their favorite toys so we could each decided which one did the most for us. For the most part, the girls would do themselves, but eventually we became comfortable with helping each other.

The contests became more and more diverse. Gloria had one toy that was black. It was perhaps twelve inches long and consisted of a series of golf ball sized round bulges that ran the full length of the rather rigid jelly dildo. She would suction it to a smooth surface and squat over it and move up and down slowly. 

She would get really wet and creamy and you could see the milky juices clinging to the black rings. One night as she came, she contracted so hard that she actually pulled it loose from the table top. 

That began another contest. Who could squeeze tight enough to pull it loose with their pussy. After a while we had all succeeded except for two of the girls. 

That's when we began giving ourselves rankings. The A's were the winners in most contests, the B's were good but couldn't quite keep up with the A's, and the poor C's, who could only cum once or twice and never really were in the competition. A "C" rating was better than being called vanilla anyway. 

Actually towards the end of my senior year, we were in the midst of a drunken Friday night session when the house mother came in. You might have expected us to come to a screeching halt, but when a girl is orgasming or about to, nothing matters except finishing. So when she entered, only those who were either finished or resting between sessions, were alarmed. 

Strangely it worked out pretty well. She stared around, but said nothing. Then she walked casually over to the bar and asked one of the girls for a drink. Then she turned her back to the bar, rested her elbows on it, leaned back and watched. 

Quickly finishing her drink, she opened her blouse, pulled it up from within her slacks and shrugged out of it. Next her bra was discarded and finally her slacks and panties fell to the floor. 

She was now a participant and she proved to be more daring than most of the A's. Those were days of learning and of exploring our own physical needs.

I must confess, the two things that I never really got involved in to any great degree, was anal masturbating or going down on Kelly or any of the other girls. But I also must admit, I wanted to try it but never could muster the courage to do it. 

On the other hand I would let the others eat me and I did try the vibrating butt plugs, but I never could finish using the plugs and only rarely when I was being eaten. 

When Shirley introduced the strap-on to the evenings entertainment, we each finished, as I remember, but it was more of a novelty and not something we all enjoyed a lot. 

Neither was the fisting. Most of us found it painful but I have to admit that once in a while, if I got hot enough and had enough to drink I would let Kelly do me but never deeply.

The only thing missing, and we all agreed on this, was a real guys cock. It was the only toy missing, and because it was too risky to ever really consider, we had to leave that out of our most wanted list of toys.

So now we were finally going to get back together after almost four years. Kelly had been engaged twice, but never went thru with it. I had more or less given up on the hunt because it was too much damn trouble and because I think I probably would have been looking for a commitment if he turned out to be really good in bed. 

Anyway I figured that if it was going to happen it would, and if it wasn't, then that was all right too. I will admit that I had gone beyond using the simple toys we used back in college, and I had graduated to more expensive and better quality toys since then. 

I had even brought several along to show Kelly how much I had advanced in the art of "self pleasuring".

As I lay there I opened my eyes and did my little scan of the pool area. I always enjoy looking for the perfect ten in the men's department. You know, the guy you see wearing a bulging tight pair of Speedo's and you think about as you Jill yourself. Anyway I spotted him right away. He was headed for the gazebo For a drink.

Oh Hell I thought, why not. I left my beach chair and gathered up my room key and clutch and went over to where he was sitting. 

I'm not too comfortable starting a conversation so I was relieved when he simply said: "Hi. Fantastic weather we're having isn't it?" I nodded yes and to my own surprise, I felt comfortable enough to continue the conversation. 

He explained that He was a doctor and was here on a business vacation of sorts. He was attending lectures during the week and getting sun when ever there was free time. 

All interesting, I thought, but I couldn't keep my eyes off his package. I was imagining all sorts of things. You know, how he would be in bed, how big would he get when he was hard, was he circumcised, and lastly, would he be a good lover with staying power. 

I took a sip of my drink and listened to his voice, but not hearing everything he was saying really. I was imagining his voice making love to me. It's crazy but I can do that. 

In my mind he was whispering my name, He was telling me what he was going to do to me, and what he wanted me to do to him. It was all wishful thinking, but it was making my bikini wet and since it's a pale blue, the dark blue spot between my thighs wasn't something that would go unnoticed. 

I crossed my legs and tried to keep the conversation going. Finally names were exchanged and I found out he was Dr. Blake B. Brahman. We sort of laughted when I said that's a lot of B's, sort of like a bumble bee. 

He smiled but didn't really laugh at my little joke. Looking at his watch, he excused himself and explained that he had to go to a lecture or something if it hadn't been cancelled, but he did say he'd look for me again if I was staying. I was, and told him so.

I was getting a little pink from the sun so I decided to go up to my room. Kelly would be arriving sometime around six and I wanted to shower and rest up a bit. 

Arriving at my room I showered and found that I was short on towels. I had left one of mine on the chair down by the pool so I had to call the desk to have one brought up. 

The girl in housekeeping seemed miffed, and said she'd see if she could find someone to deliver one. 

Now I was sitting in the living room, my hair still damp but my body fairly dry, I bided my time by going over my collection of toys. The ones I wanted to show Kelly, and I hoped, share with her. 

I had graduated from the battery things and only used ones that plug in. I wasn't going to ever be on the verge of cumming only to run out of power. 

I looked for a plug and tried out my newest addition. It was a bit noisy as the beads in it spun around, but the clit attachment was super quiet as was the head, which twisted and turned. Out of curiosity I slid it into my wet pussy far enough so the beads were well inside me, and turned it on. 

Yes it was quieter when it was deep inside but got a bit louder when I pulled it back out. I was really getting excited and began to stroke it in and out, and getting closer and closer.

I didn't hear the door open. I didn't see him come in. And I don't know how long he stood there with a towel held in his hand or what he must have thought as he watched me sliding my vibrator in and out of my pussy. 

But when he cleared his throat loud enough for me to hear him, I was just starting to cum and nothing was going to stop me.

I had been standing with my back to the door and the sofa was directly in front of me. I had my legs spread apart and I was bent slightly forward as I moved the throbbing dildo in and out of my dripping pussy, when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

I was startled, but not startled enough to stop what had begun.  I heard his voice soft and low whisper, "Go on Patty, let yourself cum. Don't stop, just let it happen!"

My mind heard that voice. The voice that I had imagined speaking to me in exactly that same way only an hour earlier. But now the words weren't imagined, they were the words I needed to hear. 

I turned my head slightly and my legs began to tremble. I wanted to say something but all I could gasp was: "Cumming Now, Blake, Oh god it's going to be strong. Oh yes, yessssss Now! OHGOD Now it's Cummmmmmmmingggggggg Blake. Hold me! For gods sake hold meeeeeeeeeeeee."

I felt his arms wrap around me and his hands clasped each breast. My hard nipples protruded between his spread fingers and he squeezed them as he brought his fingers together. I tossed my head back and again screamed as I felt the surging rush of tingling sensations roar thru my pussy. 

He held me up and put his mouth close to my ear and whispered. "Give it to me Patty, Come on baby cum for me! You want to cum for me don't you? Now let it happen Patty, More, give me more!"

And I did. Oh god I did. His voice elevated my sensations to heights I never dreamed possible and when I thought It couldn't get any more intense, it did. 

The room seemed to fog over and my blood roared in my ears as I finally slumped in his arms and let the vibrator slip out, letting it fall to the floor. 

He walked me forward and turned me around so I could sit on the sofa. I stared first at his face, then down at his slacks. He was Huge and the cloth was being stretched so taunt that I expected him to suddenly break free.

I sat there panting as if I had run a marathon. I couldn't catch my breath and I had to sit there and stare directly at his bulging manhood. I was trembling and panting while trying to think of something to say that wouldn't be foolish, but that didn't happen. 

He looked down at me, smiled, bent down and picked up the squirming vibrator and lay it on top of the towel he had brought. Now without a word, he turned, and quietly left.

I was mortified. I wanted to run after him and explain, but realizing that I was still nude, I just resigned myself to the fact that it had happened and there was nothing I could do to change things. 

On the way back from the airport with Kelly I told her everything. She was in hysterics. "so did he watch you fucking yourself with it? I mean did he see your pussy as you did it?" 

No I answered. "well, will we see him again?  Did he seem interested in you? Would he go for a threesome if we asked?" her questions went on and on. Finally she asked one last question. 

"He isn't gay is he?" I shook my head, "How the hell would I know, Kelly, he didn't stay long enough for me to find out," I answered. The rest of the ride was more reminiscing about our Friday night parties and the things we did together, than anything else. 

After dinner we went to the pool area in the hopes of seeing him again. He wasn't there, so we went to the bar in the hotel and had a few more drinks, still hoping that he'd show up, but he didn't. Half snockered, we returned to my room and chatted for a while, but all the time, I kept thinking about him. 

I think Kelly realized that I wasn't really paying attention to her because she finally got up and went to her room and returned with a small case. 

Sitting down next to me she opened it and as we did three years earlier, we compared toys and discussed how we used them. That night we masturbated. I must confess that it was better than usual, probably because Kelly was watching, but more likely because I heard Blake's voice whispering and telling me to cum for him. 

In any event we each orgasmed two or three times solo, before we again started to help each other. And, as it had been in the sorority house, we competed again to see who was better. Yet, I couldn't get him out of my mind, and finally Kelly rolled over and looked at me. 

"your really hot for him aren't you? Did you know your calling out his name each time you cum? Look, Patty, tomorrow we'll get to him and work this out. I want to have him fuck me just as much as you do, it's just a matter of seducing him if that's what it takes."

I had to agree with her, but I was still a bit shy about approaching him, especially after what he saw and how ashamed he made me feel.

The next morning I was again at the pool but this time with Kelly. She was scoping out the guys at the pool and pointed to Blake. She couldn't have known it was him and yet she picked him out as being the best prospect at the pool. 

Actually he looked even bigger and better than I remembered. I told Kelly that yes, that was Blake. and I think it was at that point that she realized why I had the hots for him. 




Getting Even



I was looking for an opportunity to wave to him but I guess he didn't recognize me in my yellow bikini and with Kelly by my side. When he went to get a drink a little later at the tiki bar, Kelly pulled me up and whispered, "lets go!"

I was frightened and I knew Kelly would probably do or say something to embarrass me, she always did. As it turned out she played it cool. At first I was blushing so much that I was thankful for the tan I was getting. It hid the flush on my cheeks. 

When she began to discuss his profession, Medicine, he became very interested. And when he found out that Kelly's grandfather was a famous doctor and was opening a research project funded by one of the major pharmaceutical companies, his interest began to really show.  

At some point he mentioned that he had always wanted to be on a research team and asked her if she could arrange a meeting with her grandfather. That was the edge Kelly was looking for.

"Sure, I can do that. Why don't you come on up to our suite later this evening and we can discuss it over a drink? And this time I'll be sure Patty locks the door." 

She did it. She can't stop embarrassing me and again she had done it. But now the bait had been taken and she would blackmail him into having sex with us or he could forget about the introduction she had promised. 

She would arrange a night of sex that he couldn't really refuse if he wanted to further his career. And he didn't even suspect what he would have to do in exchange for her promised favor.

By nine that evening we had both showered and gotten ourselves ready. Neither of us wore bras or panties and we each had put on tight fitting short skirts and blouses that opened down the front. 

We had agreed that I would go first and  although I was more interested in Blake than toys, Kelly had hidden several out of sight, ready to be used if necessary.

About nine twenty he knocked on the door and I let him in. I wanted to draw his lips down to mine but chickened out and just took his hand and led him in. He was dressed casually in a pair of slacks and a white shirt, opened at the neck. 

Kelly brought drinks over to where we had taken seats on the sofa and we began to sip them. Blake wanted to talk about meeting Kelly's grandfather but she kept changing the subject, keeping him waiting. Finally she looked directly at him and with one simple statement, started my pussy twitching.

"We want something in return for getting you in on grandpa's project Blake and you have to admit fare's fare." He smiled and simply asked, "sure, what do you want?" Kelly didn't put it into words at that point, but just reached out and began to open the buttons on his shirt as she nodded to me. 

That was my cue to begin to strip. As she undid his shirt and pulled it out of his slacks he suddenly got a funny grin on his face. Then he asked, "Both of you?" Kelly nodded and whispered, Patty first, than me, for starters.

It's sort of a qualification test. You know, staying power and technique. Those sorts of things." Now his smile faded and he stood up, turned away and he unfastened his belt.

Kelly was out of her clothes in a flash and as he stepped out of his slacks and began to wiggle out of his shorts, we both let out a gasp. He had the nicest buns I have ever seen and we were holding our breaths as he slowly turned towards us. 

I was had just wiggling out of my skirt when he turned completely around. Again that gasp and I swallowed hard. He wasn't erect yet, but it was easy to see what was in store when he did get hard. 

Even soft, he was large, and he was circumcised so it was easy to see the web of veins that seemed to wrap around his cock.

He seemed to be waiting for us to do or say something, so I got up the courage to begin. "You were a bad boy yesterday Blake. Leaving me like that. Its "get even time," wouldn't you agree?" 

He said nothing but stared at me, letting his gaze go from the top of my head down to my smooth pussy.

Then he nodded. And as we had arranged, I took charge, and Kelly took her position over on the thick chair in the darkened corner of the room, and watched.

"Ok Blake, lets get that cock of yours a bit firmer. Come here and stand right in front of me!" He came the few steps that separated us, and I stayed seated and leaned forward. Reaching out, I held his balls with one hand and wrapping my other hand around his warm soft cock, leaned forward and placed it between my lips. 

Sucking him in, I could feel him begin to swell up almost immediately, and now it was easy for me to begin sliding my lips up and down his growing shaft. 

I don't think Kelly could see what I was doing or how large he was getting, but I was becoming more and more aroused as he continued to swell in my mouth. 

Soon I could only take half of his cock before gagging, then seconds later no more than a third and I was bobbing my head frantically, hoping he would cum for me. About that time I heard Kelly turn on one of her toys. 

Maybe he was getting even, I don't know, but suddenly he put his hands on my head and began fucking my mouth. He was going in farther then I'd been taking him and I had to gasp for short breaths between strokes. 

Just about when I expected him to shoot, he pulled out and turned slightly. I grabbed for his cock wanting to put it back in my mouth, but he was out of reach and now stood sideways so both Kelly and I could see what I had created. 

My eyes were watering from having his huge cock down my throat but thru my blurred vision I couldn't believe how thick and rigid he had gotten. 

His cock stood up hard and seemed to point up towards the ceiling. I heard Kelly gasp and looking past him, saw her strumming her vibrating dildo in and out of her cunt as she gurgled something about wanting his cock. 

She began to moan and sob as she started to cum. It was at that moment that I lay back on the sofa and pulling Blake to me. I had thrown my right leg up so it rested over the back of the sofa while my left leg hung down to the floor. 

Blake climbed over my right leg and put his knees between my parted thighs and as I held my pussy open, he began to rub its head up and down my slippery slit. 

Not entering yet, but just tormenting me. And as it's head began to rub up and down across my clit I began to thrust up trying to increase the sensation.

I was so fucking hot at that point that I nearly went crazy and began to hump up even though he wasn't in yet. That was almost as exciting because the head of that thick shaft was sliding digging in and doing crazy things to my clit.

I guess Kelly was going for a second orgasm at that point, but she managed to call out to him between gasps. "Oh fuck, Yeah, oh yeah Blake, Fuck it! Fuck her! Give it to her! Don't play around! Ram it in deep, she likes it that way!"

I could hear her voice and yet I heard my own voice overriding hers. I wanted to cum so damn bad at that point and so close to creaming that I started to plead with him too.

I felt the muscles in my neck tighten as I strained to lift my shoulders up and stare at him. My back arched up and my legs spread even wider trying to urge his cock to find my opening and from sheer frustration my hands flew down and clutched his slippery cock and directed it downwards so his next thrust forced it in deep. 

I squealed and my arms flew apart and my back arched up. "Ooh my baby, my dear sweet baby give it to me!" He stretched me wide open and plunged in deep. 

I hadn't been prepared for what he did, but because I was already swollen and wet with my own milky cum, he slid in right up to his heavy balls.

For a brief moment he paused, then began to draw out before sliding back in. Now our tempo was slow and long. In, out, in, out, over and over again and since he was so thick My pussy was being drawn in and out with each stroke. That made my clit a part of the long drives and suddenly I was over the top and my screams echoed throughout the room. 

"Oh dear god. Oh yeah, fuck me baby! Hurt me!  Do it! Keep me cumming! Yes, Oh yes I'm creaming all over your cock sweetheart! Give it to meeeeeeee, deep and fast nowwwwwww!" At some point I couldn't take the intense feelings any longer and simply went limp and felt my pussy contract in throbbing twitches. 

I was thankful that he knew enough to pause because I think I would have passed out if he made me cum again so soon.

I rolled my head to one side and saw Kelly looking down at me. She had left her corner and come over.  She smiled down and turned to Blake. 

"Take it out of her and fuck my mouth so I can taste you." He smiled and slowly drew out of me. I really didn't want to surrender his cock but as he pulled out with a salacious slurping sound, I realized that he hadn't cum yet. Kelly would be disappointed I thought.

It didn't seem to bother her at all. She always did like the way my wetness tasted, but that was all she would get. His cock glistened with my cum and I watched her press her open lips hungrily over the head of his cock, forcing it deep into her mouth. 

Then, as she had demanded, he began to sway his hips back and forth, plunging his shaft in and out of her mouth and down her throat.

I watched in amazement as she took his cock deep in her throat without gagging. She had learned a lot in the past few years and apparently, "deep throating" was one of them. For about three minutes he fucked her mouth and still hadn't cum so I crawled over to him and began to fondle his heavy balls. 

I guess the combination of her sucking and my playing with his balls and ass brought it on. 

Suddenly he picked up his pace and began thrusting more rapidly into her mouth. He reached down and put his hands on each side of her head, and with a low growl gasped: "cumming baby, gonna give it to you any second." 

Then he suddenly paused and I watched Kelly's cheeks puff out as her mouth began to fill. Grunting he swayed slightly and moaned, "take it! Take it all!"

I felt his balls draw tightly up to his body as if trying to follow the streams of cum that they were flushing into Kelly's mouth. Slowly he stopped and she reluctantly let his cock slip from her mouth. 

I reached for it and tried to quickly get my lips over it's head before he began to wane, but that proved unnecessary, he stayed hard as a rock.

I could taste the musky remains of his cum but it wasn't enough, so I released him and moved to press my lips over Kelly's. She had swallowed most of it, but I was able to feel the remaining slippery, thick fluid that clung to her tongue. 

He had taken me once, but I wanted more, yet I had promised to let Kelly have him next, so now it was my turn to sit back and watch. It was obvious that although he stayed hard, it was going to take him a while to cum again. So moving to the shadows I watched what happened next.

It was apparent that Kelly had learned a lot over the past four years and she definitely had preferences and techniques that were favorites. She took his hand and led him to the back of the couch. 

There she bent forward and lay over it, presenting her well rounded ass to him. I didn't know if she wanted him up her butt or just deep in her pussy, she never spoke, but watching Blake thrust his shaft in quickly, it was then obvious that he was taking her pussy. He stroked slowly, but very deeply, forcing her to rock forward and grunt with each thrust. 

Within a minute or so she was visibly getting close and now she moaned, "deeper, Oh shit, fuck me harder and faster!" He picked up the pace and now her breasts began to sway back and forth. She was supporting her body on extended arms but suddenly folded one arm up so she could grasp her left breast and began to squeeze its nipple. Now her gasping breath began chanting.

"Fuck, Oh fuck me. Yeah, harder, yes, oh yes just like that. Oh god it's good Blake!" 

As I watched intently, I hadn't even been conscious of my own hand kneading my dripping pussy until I felt the sticky fluid begin to make wet sounds. 

My need to become involved again was so urgent that my fingers plunged in and out of my hot opening. Finally I couldn't stop myself and I stood and went to stand behind him. 

I wanted to watch his cock drive in and out and listen to the salacious sounds it made. Completely engrossed with what they were doing, I continued to churn my own cunt to a creamy thick mess using two fingers and my thumb. Suddenly I began to erupt.

I can't remember ever having an orgasm while standing except for yesterday, and quite frankly I don't think I'd ever do it again. My legs were spread slightly, I had my right hand occupied plunging my fingers in and out while my thumb continued to wander back and forth across my clit. 

At that point I lost my balance. My free hand suddenly shot out for support against the back of the couch and my body began to quiver and shake.

I slowly slid to my knees but I couldn't tear my eyes off that hard slippery cock as it drove in and out of Kelly. Now I sat crumpled on my knees behind the sofa when I heard Kelly moan "Now! Gimmee it now!" 

He moved like a machine gone wild and his ass was a blurr as he thrust in and out. She came and suddenly dropped over the back and hung there like a wet rag doll. He stayed deep in her for minutes when she suddenly lifted up.  

"Let me change. I want you to lay on your back while I ride you. Your going to have a mad woman on your hands if I let you keep making me cum bending over like this. Come on around and lay on the floor. I'll control things better that way."

I didn't want to seem like a baby but it was my turn and she was going to take him again. I could swear I saw Blake just shrug his shoulders as he pulled that creamy cock out of her and help her stand up. She led him around to the front of the couch and he laid down on the carpet. 

I pulled myself up and moved around and sat on the sofa. Blake lay directly in front of me with his cock resting on his abs. 

Kelly tossed one leg over him and dropped to her knees, straddling him. Reaching down she held his shaft up and rocking forward she lifted herself high and placed the puffy lips of her pussy over his cock and slowly slid down. 

As she leaned forward and placed both her hands on his chest, she began to rock back and forth, up and down. Blake must have seen the torment in my face because he seemed determined to satisfy her and be done. 

Reaching up he grasped her nipple between his fingers and let his other hand slide, palm up, down his tummy. He was caressing and stroking her clit as she rode up and down. 

It reminded me of a steam engine as his cock slid in and out like a piston. She probably was trying to control herself to make it last longer, but lost it almost immediately. She tilted her head back as if staring at the ceiling and let out a long low sob as she began to cum. 

He knew it was coming and seemed intent on finishing her and watching her face. He was enjoying seeing her orgasm. 

As she fell forward, she was drooling and sobbing and he began to again plunge his cock deep into her convulsing womanhood. It was something to behold. 

She was moaning and shaking uncontrollably as the sounds of that cock moving in and out filled the room with a Pat, Pat, Pat beating series of thrusts.

My pussy was swollen and tender, but strangely it wasn't really uncomfortable, it simply was a feeling of awareness and need. It was an ache but not painful. It was similar to that tingling sensation I get when I play with my nipples, almost as if there were a secret connection between my breasts and my pussy. 

It was something that just needed to be satisfied again. You know like an itch that needs to be scratched. 

Kelly lay atop Blake for a minute or two before he rolled her onto her side and pulled out. I think he thought that he had done his part, but he hadn't reckoned on our ability to last. 

When I turned and knelt on the sofa, resting my arms on its back he knew what I wanted. He came to me and slid his hands over my ass and thin along my sides, finally reaching under me and clutching my hanging breasts.

He moved against me, and his wet shaft slid up and down my pussy looking or my vagina. Suddenly he began to part my swollen lips and move deep inside me. 

I turned my head to look back over my shoulder, and panted, "More! Again, fuck me again but this time fill me. No more playing games with me."

I think he finally realized that this was a sort of contest and I really think he wanted to prove something to himself or perhaps to us, but it didn't matter. 

I needed that sensation of cumming to be satisfied and I was ready for him again.

I had seen it on the x rated videos but never really understood it, but when I cried back to him to hurt me, "I want to be hurt!" He began to spank my ass. I mean he slapped my butt again and again and so help me god it made me go crazy. I was suddenly a wild animal and he was a stud with his hard shaft plunging in and out of me. 

I began to cum at closer and closer intervals. Then suddenly they all came together and I screamed out. "Baby oh baby, fuck your whore until you fill her. Give it to meeee! Shoot! Now!"

And for the second time in the evening he moaned, "yeah, Oh yea baby take it, its all yours" and he began to spurt his thick cum deep inside me.

Kelly had gotten up and made three more drinks and as I held my hand over my pussy trying to keep his cum from gushing out, we sipped them. 

As we rested on the sofa, Blake began to question Kelly about the research program and asked about contacts and such. 

She had calmed down and did begin to feed him information, but always held out each time he asked what she was going to recommend to her grandfather and when he was going to meet with him. She wasn't thru with Blake yet, and neither was I.

Another drink later and we were all feeling pretty good when Kelly looked at him and said: Lets all go into the bedroom. 

We're just warming up and that's where my toys are and we can really get to know each other more intimately." He smiled that killer smile and followed me, while Kelly brought up the rear. 

To be continued. If you want........



Getting Even



It all started with a lap dance.

My buddy Charlie had been bugging me every day for the last two weeks to head out for a night on the town with him. I'd just gotten out of a relationship a month ago and Charlie had taken it upon himself to, as he put it, "help me transition out of the doldrums of monogamy and into the sheer awesome joy of swinging bachelor bliss." Charlie's kind of an idiot. But he was right about one thing. It was time to stop moping around. So, I put on a nice shirt, ran a comb through my hair, and headed out for a night of bachelor bliss.

Now I just assumed that we'd hit up one of the bars in town and flirt with drunk girls, but as Charlie shifted into park, the large neon sign that read "Centerfold" told me that he had a different plan in mind. I was a little reluctant, but Charlie told me that he'd chosen this place especially for me. "Dan," he said. "These women are gorgeous. They are naked. And they are here to dance, for us. For you and me Danny-boy. The least we can do is watch."

Made sense to me, so I followed him in. We got a couple of drinks and some bills from the bar and took a booth close to the stage. Every seat up front was filled, so I figured we'd chill for a while until we got a chance at the stage. "Noelle" was announced over the loudspeaker, and I turned around to see if this place was worth the cover charge.

It was. This girl was nothing short of a goddess. Even in the dim light and haze of the crowded club I could make out her sleek blonde hair, her full ripe breasts, her tight flat stomach, and her plump, but firm ass. She was a very enthusiastic dancer too, working the pole like an acrobat, writhing and thrusting on stage as eager patrons dropped dollar after dollar on the stage. Unfortunately, about half-way through the last song of the set, I felt the beers I'd downed earlier that evening catch up to me and I darted to the bathroom.

I cursed my now empty bladder as I walked out of the crowded bathroom, hoping that the set I'd just seen wasn't Noelle's last for the night. Charlie was there to meet me as I opened the door.

"Dude," he said grinning. "I am officially the best friend you've ever hand. That girl you were drooling over before you took off. You are getting a dance from her, right now. You can thank me later."

"What about you?" I asked.

"This half-Asian chick asked me for a dance while you were in the can. I've got this thing for half-Asian chicks."

"Cool, whatever. Let's go."

We hurried to the back of the club as the next dancer finished her set. We paid the bouncer and each of us took a seat in a pair of plush leather chairs. Charlie gave me a thumbs up as his half-Asian stripper made his way to his chair. I clapped my knees in anticipation as Noelle turned the corner, but as she got closer, the look on my face turned to something other than anticipation. You see, as she came face to face with me, I finally got to see her face, and I was shocked to realize that I knew this woman.

It was my sister, Courtney.

We blinked at each other for a few seconds. She didn't seem to know what to do any more than I did. She glanced furtively at the bouncer, who nodded. I glanced furtively at Charlie, who also nodded. We look back at each other, both realizing that there wasn't a way out of this that didn't involve a lot of explaining. She straddled me, her full, bare breasts pressing into me as she leaned into me.

"We'll talk later, ok?" she whispered as she untied her top.

"Sure," I breathed hoarsely as it slid off of her breasts.

The music kicked on. I don't remember what song, but it started out slow. Courtney swayed slowly back and forth, arching her back, causing her breasts to heave up and down as she breathed. As the music picked up, she turned around, grinding her ass hard against my cock, which was rock hard, incest be damned. As she thrusted against me, I placed my hand awkwardly at her waist, fighting the urge to grasp something lower. Before I knew it, she spun around again, pushing herself further up. Her breasts dangled inches from my face. I could make out the specks of glitter that adorned her nipples, which stood erect.

Courtney drove her pelvis into mine, effectively dry humping me. She arched her back again, looking me straight in the eye, and then she leaned forward, making her nipple graze my lips and cheek. If I hadn't known any better, I would have sworn that she did that on purpose. As she continued to massage my cock through my jeans, it dawned on me that only a few layers of cloth were keeping me from fucking my big sister. Worst of all, I knew that I didn't want it to end, especially when she grasped my hands and drew them up to the swell of her beautiful breasts.

Eventually, it did. As the song faded out, Courtney withdrew from my lap. Beads of sweat glistened her neck and cleavage, and I was pretty sure that she was panting slightly, though I could barely hear over the sound of my own heartbeat. She smiled slightly, picked up her top and walked away quickly. I staggered out of the chair, barely managing to return the high five that Charlie eagerly awaited.

I had just gotten a lap dance from my older sister. Half-sister technically; we had different fathers. I was still trying to process this, but to Charlie, the night was still young. Some seats opened up at the stage and we sat down in a couple on the side. He was nice enough to smack me over the head as a reminder to get my singles out for the next set.

Of course, "Noelle" was the next girl to take the stage. I got what I wished for anyway. Courtney came out in a cowgirl outfit, complete with hat, boots, and frills. She saw me right away, so I expected her to avoid our side like the plague. Instead, a few pole tricks later, her little pink cowgirl hat was on my head and her pussy was in my face. I couldn't understand it. We didn't tip any better than anyone else at the stage. She made a show of moving around the stage, but she spent the overwhelming majority of her time on our side.

We stayed for a few more sets after that, but I was afraid that if Courtney took the stage again I would need some paper towels. I talked Charlie into bailing and we made our way to the car. Charlie was way too hammered to drive, so he passed the keys to me. Watching my sister dance had left me sober as a judge.

I let Charlie crash on my couch. I didn't think there was any way I'd be able to fall asleep at that point, but it was one in the morning by the time we got to my apartment. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.

Not that I slept all that well. Every time I went to sleep I'd hear Courtney screaming in delight as I plunged deeper into her, fucking her like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. I'd wake up in a clammy sweat each time, sickened and ashamed that I wanted nothing more than to screw my own sister.

By the time the next morning came around, I felt like I'd been hit by a train. Charlie on the other hand was in a great mood. He handed me a cup of coffee, grinning like a fool.

"So," he asked slowly. "Did you have a good time?"

"Uh huh," I grunted.

"Do anything crazy?" he asked slyly.

I was starting to get suspicious. Charlie was with me pretty much the whole time. What could he be alluding to? "Like what?" I asked.

"Oh I don't know," he said smugly. "Maybe, get a lap dance from your sister?" He proudly held up the picture of me and Courtney that normally hung on my living room wall.

My stomach dropped. "You knew, the whole time?" I asked, my hands shaking.

"Of course dude. I told you I picked out this place just for you," he said, smiling triumphantly.

"What! How? Why? Dude!?" I sputtered.

"March 25th, 2007. I looked at this picture and said, 'Danny-boy, are you hitting that? This girl is unbelievable.' You said, 'Dude, that's my sister.' I said, 'Sister or not, that girl is fucking gorgeous. Please tell me you've at least seen her naked.' You said, 'Of course not, don't be gross.' I said, 'Oh get off our high horse. I'll bet you twenty bucks that if you had the opportunity to see her naked, you'd take it.' You said, 'Yeah, sure. Whatever Charlie.' Booyah!" Charlie exclaimed with fervent energy.

"You tricked me into getting a lap dance from my sister just to win a bet!?" I yelled incredulously.

"Yep. By the way, you owe me twenty bucks, " he replied calmly.

"The lap dance cost twenty bucks!" I screamed.

"And it was the best twenty bucks I ever spent. Or you ever spent, I guess," he said, laughing.

I was fuming. Charlie had played his fair share of practical jokes over the years. Hell, I'd even helped with a few of them, but this one took the cake. He must have sensed my fury, or at least noticed the blood vessel that was throbbing in my temple, as he tried to calm me down.

"Oh come on. What's there to get worked up over? Siblings see each other naked all the time," he said cheerfully.

"When they're little kids, maybe!"

"Ok, so you put it off a little. No big deal. I made out with my cousin at a bar once. Didn't notice that it was her until she wrote her name down by her number. It just made Thanksgiving a little awkward, that's all."

"Ass in G-string grinding into my crotch. Bare breasts dangling in front of my face. Sister! How do you not understand how that's different?" I asked incredulously.

Just then my phone rang. I glanced down at the caller ID. Courtney's picture and number popped up.

"It's Courtney," I said flatly.

"Ask her if she does private parties. Dude, ask her," he said eagerly.

"Charlie, go home," I said with exasperation.

"Don't forget, you owe me those twenty bucks," he said as he walked out the door. As it clicked shut I slid my phone open.

"Hi Sis," I said, suddenly weary.

"Dan, we need to talk," she said, straight to the point. "Can I come over tonight, around seven?"

"Sure Sis," I replied.

"Ok, see you later Kiddo." She hung up.

I slid my phone shut again and sunk into my couch, resigning myself to me most embarrassing conversation I would ever have. I clicked on the TV, not really caring what was on. I had a lot of time to kill before Courtney got here, and I wanted it to pass as quickly as possible. You see, in spite of the horror and humiliation of the situation, my mind still drifted to the pucker of her lips, the luscious curve of her tits, and the taut flesh of her ass. I wanted those thoughts put to rest, and quickly.

The hours passed. Around lunch time I caved in to temptation and relieved myself, thinking only of my beautiful sister as I furiously pumped my cock. It gave me a brief reprieve from being out of control horny, but that wasn't much comfort. My head was now clear enough to remember what it was like growing up with Courtney. She was a few years older than me and spent a lot of time with her dad, so we weren't all that close. She always called me Kiddo too. I hated it when I was younger, but by the time I was in college I was used to it.

I had no idea that Courtney was a stripper. I guess I should have put two and two together. She was never shy about her body. Despite our mother's protests, she refused to wear a bra. Something about constricting blood vessels, cancer, etc. This of course got her a lot of male attention. I had to admit it even got a little of mine, especially on a chilly day. Around the house she refused to wear anything more than a T-shirt and panties. Said it was always hot. Fair enough. 

Aside from that, she seemed to have a lot more money than your typical grad student. Most off the college students I knew drove beaters, ate ramen, and had half a dozen roommates. Courtney lived alone in a furnished loft and drove a late model Mustang. Well, now at least I knew how she paid for it.

As much as I wanted to get this over with, by the time six o'clock rolled around I was sweating bullets. I knew that my relationship with Courtney had been forever changed by that night, and I wasn't eager to discuss it. Despite my wishes, time didn't stop, or even slow down, and before I knew it there was a knock at the door. I took a deep breath and opened it.

"Hey Kiddo," she said, glancing sideways. She seemed about as willing to make eye contact as I was.

"Hi Sis," I replied. "Come on in."

I took her coat and hung it up as she sat down on my couch. The cold weather gave me a quick reminder that Courtney's anti-bra stance was still alive and kicking. Her silky blue camisole appeared to have a pair of small buttons in strategic position. I decided that ogling my sister's tits was probably a bad way to start this off, so I quickly averted my gaze.

"So," she said slowly.

"So," I parroted, not knowing what to say.

"I guess you know what I do for a living," she said flatly.

"It doesn't matter. It's just a job."

"Thank you," she said, looking down at the floor. 

"Did you know I worked there?"

"I had no idea," I said truthfully. I was willing, but not exactly eager to go into the details of how I'd ended up at that club. Charlie was an idiot, but I liked him, and I was pretty sure he'd be less fun without balls.

"I guess the real question is, why did you buy a dance from me?" she asked.

"Charlie bought it for me," I replied quickly.

"The guy Tasha danced for?"

"Yeah, that guy." I assumed Tasha was "half-Asian girl."

"I thought I recognized him. That's why I went through with it. I didn't want to make things weird in front of your friend, and I didn't think he knew who I was. Plus, my boss was watching and he does not like it when you turn down a dance for no good reason."

Now, Courtney and I aren't that close, but I've been around her long enough to tell when she's lying. And if she wasn't lying, she at least wasn't telling the whole truth. Especially since she was leaning forward, giving me an even better view of her abundant cleavage. I had to get to the bottom of this.

"Why did you hang around us when you were on stage?" I asked. It was my turn to be direct.

"I worked the whole stage," she said, suddenly defensive.

"Yeah, you did a lap or two, but you spent most of the time with your snatch in my face," I retorted. "And it wasn't like you had to make me fondle your tits or anything. You could have given me a so-so lap dance and it wouldn't have made any difference." 

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it. Why'd you stay through my entire set? I don't know if you're aware of this little brother, but you tipped better than anyone else did. I was just doing the job I was paid for!" Courtney said angrily.

We both just glared at each other for a while. Except for the content, this was oddly reminiscent of some of the fights we had when we were kids. Suddenly, I had to laugh. I couldn't help it. I started cracking up at the sheer absurdity of the situation. Either Courtney was on the same page or the laughter was just contagious, but pretty soon she was rolling on the floor with me.

It took a few minutes, but eventually we calmed down. Courtney leaned up on her elbows and hovered over me, looking me straight in the eye. "Dan," she said. She never calls me Dan. "This meant something. I'm not sure what, but I don't think either of us is going to have any peace until we find out what."

My mouth was dry. "What did you have in mind?" I croaked.

She walked over to my sound system and switched on a CD. "I think it's time we had another dance," she said, smirking.

"Ok," I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.

It was a slow song, again, I don't remember which one. I was transfixed as Courtney drew the sheer silk camisole up and over her naked breasts. Tossing it aside, she turned around and bent over to unzip her skirt. As it dropped to the floor, it revealed her beautiful bare backside and tight snatch. I understood that she planned the whole thing, and wanted this just as much as I did. She strolled over me, leaning towards me as she rested her hands on my hips.

"Lose the pants Kiddo," she ordered. "I don't like rubbing against denim."

"Yes ma'am," I quipped with a mock salute. In a second they were off, and as Courtney began to straddle me, only a thin layer of cloth separated her neatly manicured cunt from my hyper-stimulated cock. Her left breast hung less than an inch away from my nose as she started grinding into me. I couldn't help myself; I instinctively took an erect nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on it and teasing it with my tongue. Courtney didn't seem to mind a bit, she writhed in pleasure, grasping the back of my head, pulling it forcefully into her breast. I returned the favor by grasping her ass with both hands, drawing her further up into my lap. She wrapped her legs around my back, bucking back and forth. My boxers became warm with a sticky dampness, and when she finally dismounted to show off her ass, I saw that her glistening engorged pussy was responsible.

She leaned into me, driving her ass cheeks into my pelvis. I reached up and grasped he breast with my right hand, gently massaging it as I rubbed her inner thigh with my other hand. She arched her back, allowing me to kiss her neck and whisper in her ear. 

"I like watching you dance," I said softly.

"I like dancing for you," she replied.

With that she stood up again and turned to face me. She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up to stand with her. I reached both hands around the back of her head and drew her into a deep kiss. I savored the feeling of her tongue dueling with mine and gently teasing my lips. Eventually we needed air and we withdrew from the kiss. Neither of us said anything. Courtney gestured down toward my boxers and in an instant they were on the floor. With that, she pushed me back into the chair, where I sat ready to finish our dance.

I had the choice between an office chair with arms, and one without them. I'm so glad I went for the latter. Courtney stepped over my legs, preparing to mount me. As she slid down, I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt as it inched closer and closer to my cock. As the tip of it touched the outside of her lips, I knew I would never look at my big sister the same way again.

I didn't think, I didn't figure out the implications, I didn't even acknowledge that I was a millimeter from committing incest. I just went with it. I relished every sensation as she bore down on me. I could feel all of the warmth, the slick wetness, the friction as her pussy lips settled down at the base of my cock. I was inside her, and it felt good.

We paused for a moment, enjoying the connection. I looked into Courtney's eyes, looking for a lot of different things: anxiety, doubt, regret. Instead, I saw only two. Lust...and love. I saw such love in her eyes that I couldn't believe it. It was as if we had just fulfilled something that had been hanging over our heads our entire lives. I knew because I felt it to. I loved my sister in ways I couldn't even describe, and the look on her face told me she felt the same way. I drew her into another kiss which she reciprocated in earnest.

Unconsciously, we began bucking into each other as we kissed. We'd crossed the line; now we were fucking. I was fucking her. I was fucking my sister. All the distinctions, the lines I'd accumulated throughout my life were suddenly blurred. I was fully aware of what I was doing, but I was no longer freaked out by it. It no longer seemed wrong. Courtney apparently felt the same way.

"Fuck me Kiddo," she gasped. "Don't stop, don't stop."

I could hear our thighs smacking together in rhythm as she bounced up and down on my lap. My crotch was soaked with her juices, and I desperately tried to fuck her deeper and harder. I took one of her nipples into my mouth again, biting down slightly, pushing her over the edge. Her cunt spasmed around my dick, sending a new shockwave of pleasure through me.





Getting Even



"Holy shit Sis," I breathed.

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming" she cried.

She continued to spasm on top of me over and over again. It was either one long orgasm or a whole bunch of them, I wasn't sure. She wrapped her legs tight around my back, forcing me deep inside her. Courtney's cunt squeezed my trapped cock as she continued to spasm, making me lose control. I came deep inside my sister, sending her screaming with a mind-blowing orgasm of her own.

We sat on that chair for a while, completely entangled, my cock slowly losing its rigidity inside her. She leaned down and kissed me, softly, gently, like a lover and pulled herself upright. Gravity took hold and the mixture of our juices ran slowly down her leg. I stood up with her and took her hands into my own.

"I don't want this to end," she said softly, her voice cracking. There were tears in her eyes.

I stroked her cheek gently, and she met my eyes, smiling. "No one has to know," I said.

"No one has to know," she repeated tenderly.

By now we were both in dire need of a shower. I gallantly offered to let her go first, but she insisted that we go together. Courtney can be so thoughtful. And yes, we ended up fucking in the shower. And in bed a few hours later. There was a lot of sex that first couple of days. Making up for lost time I guess.

We stayed in till late in the morning the next day. We got caught up, talking about work, school, sports, exes, whatever came to mind. It was funny. Despite the fact that she was laying next to me naked, Courtney was still my sister. I still thought of her that way. I guess we were just a little more affectionate than most siblings. That's why it wasn't weird at all when I said, "I love you."

Courtney smiled, "I love you too Kiddo."

"You know I hate it when you call me that," I whined.

"Liar," she giggled, leaning in to kiss me.

We didn't think keeping our tryst a secret would be too difficult. Our folks lived on the other side of the country, we didn't have the same social circles, and as half-siblings, we didn't look similar enough to cause suspicion. There was one thing I didn't count on though. I got up to make coffee while Courtney searched through my closet for a shirt to wear. I turned to find my front door wide open and an overly excited Charlie standing in the frame.

"Dude! I've been calling you all day. We were supposed to have lunch at Hooter's today, remember?"

"First of all, I never agreed to Hooter's Sunday. Second of all, knock first!" I yelled.

"Calm down Danny-boy, nothing to get your panties in a bind about. Unless," Charlie trailed off. His eye caught the discarded skirt. "Danny-boy, you got some last night. Atta-boy!"

"Charlie, seriously, get out of here," I said, panicking. Just my luck, the one guy in the entire west coast that could connect Courtney to me was the first to show up at my door.

"Is she hot? Where's she from? Has she ever done a devil's three-way?"

"Get out!" I hollered.

"Dan? Is someone here," Courtney asked as she walked into the living room in an old T-shirt.

Charlie was, for the first time in his life, speechless. His eyes darted back from Courtney to me. Courtney was equally horrified; I'd given her the heads up on Charlie just an hour ago. Finally, Charlie resumed breathing and spoke.

"This is, without a doubt, the greatest moment of my life," Charlie said dramatically.

"Charlie, this isn't what it looks like," I said, making a vain attempt to lie.

"You fucked your sister!" Charlie shouted with glee.

Courtney didn't speak. She just stood there, with her mouth agape for a while.

"You cannot tell anyone," I growled.

"Tell people? Why would I tell people? I've got leverage on you for life Danny-boy," Charlie grinned. "Seriously though. You kids have a great day." With that, he headed for the door.

Courtney and I just stood there for a while. Once again, I had no idea what to say. Finally, she spoke up.

"He won't tell anyone, will he?" she asked, scared.

"No. He won't," I answered. "The fun he'll get from holding this over my head will be far greater than any he'd get from telling someone. Besides, I'm pretty much the only guy that can stand him, and he knows that. This just means I'm going to be spending a lot more time at strip clubs. I better ask for a raise."

"Well, at least you'll get to come see me at work," Courtney joked.

"I think I'll be able to live with that," I chuckled.

"I love you," she said warmly.

"I love you too Sis," I replied.

As I predicted, I ended up losing a great deal of sleep playing wing-man for Charlie. About once a week we'd drop by Centerfold. It became kind of a running joke, for him anyway. One benefit was that Courtney and I could be pretty open as a couple. Charlie just thought it was funny.

A few weeks and a few dozen boxes of ramen later, inspiration came knocking at my door in the form of Monica, Charlie's pregnant cousin. That's right. Charlie hadn't stopped at getting her number. No wonder the whole incest thing hadn't creeped him out. She'd been having a hard time getting in touch with him, but she heard that we were friends and decided to stop by. Suddenly, I had an idea.

Monica, Courtney, and I formed a coalition devoted to a single task. The project was called www.isthisyourbabydaddy.com. It was a site similar to MySpace or Facebook, only it was intended to help women that had gotten knocked up by strangers track down their AWOL sperm donors. In less than a months, the site has several thousand members. You won't believe how many hits Charlie got. That guy must really hate condoms.

I did him a courtesy though. The majority of men on the site came with personal information, including full name, current address and phone number. We didn't post any information on Charlie, at least for the moment. Once Charlie's match count started to approach triple digits, we decided to send him a link to his page.

The next day, Courtney and I were watching a movie at home when a red-faced Charlie burst through my door.

"Seriously dude, knock," I said. "We have sex in here."

"Is this your baby daddy dot com!?" Charlie sputtered.

"Yeah, your cousin and I thought it would be a great community service project. What do you think?" I asked innocently.

"Monica! You! Aaaarrrgghhh!!" he choked.

"Oh, thanks for knocking her up for us by the way," Courtney added. "We'd never had sex with a pregnant girl before. Plus, Danny-boy hates condoms."

"Now, as much as I love strip clubs, I think I'm going to be pretty busy for a while. My sister and I have a lot to do at home," I said, winking at Courtney.

"Oh, and call Monica," Courtney added. "She's looking forward to hearing from you."

"Yeah, we really worked hard on that site. We'd hate to have to add to it," I quipped.

"And wear a damn rubber!" Courtney and I finished together.

Charlie stood in silence, his head hanging low. He turned towards the door and slowly pulled it open.

"Oh, and Charlie," I added as he stepped out.

"Yes," he hissed.

"Now we're even," I declared with finality. He left.

My sister and I burst into hysterics as he left. As the laughter faded, I reached for the phone.

"You can call Monica later," Courtney said as she swatted it out of my hand. "After all, I still haven't given you your birthday present."

"I dunno Sis. That's going to be pretty tough to top."

"Wait and see," she replied as she put her own phone away. Had she been texting someone? Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it," she said quickly.

A familiar looking redhead stepped through the front door clad in a pink robe. Courtney greeted her with a deep, sensual kiss. Once they broke it, the two women turned to face me.

"Well?" Courtney asked. "Aren't you going to open your present?"

I smiled and untied Julia's robe while Courtney kissed the back of her neck. Not long after I was balls deep in Julia's tight hairless cunt. It was almost like I was fucking them both. Each time I drove into the nimble girl's pussy, her long tongue probed deeper into Courtney's waiting snatch. Eventually I blew yet another load deep into my sister's womb as her friend sat nearby fingering herself feverishly. And as the three of us rode the final throes of our orgasms, I remembered just how lucky I was to have Courtney as a sister.



Getting Even



Note: Sometimes you have to be careful what you ask for because you just might get it. All rights reserved. 

* 

Annie Scott sat on the patio sipping a tall glass of wine while watching her husband Nick flirting with Sally Robbins down by the edge of the pool. Nick had recently been hinting about possibly swinging with another couple but Annie had stopped him cold. 

After being married for ten years she thought that she would be used to him coming on to other women but it was getting harder and harder. She watched him whisper something into Sally's ear and saw her turn and smile before whispering something back. She thought it was just words until she saw his hand moving behind her backside. 

"He's crazy you know," a man's voice saw from behind her chair. 

Annie jumped and turned to see Sally's husband Jim Davis smiling down at her. "Jim, you scared me." 

"Sorry Annie. I'm as tired as you are of our spouses always whispering and getting in some cheap feels." 

"It's nothing serious," Annie lied looking back down as Sally turned enough to rub her large breasts against Nick's arm. 

"Would Nick feel the same if it was you and I doing it?" 

She never put it that way before. She shook her head, "I'm not sure. Maybe he wouldn't even care." 

It was almost ten o'clock and most of the other couples had left Jim's house. "Sally too...I mean I'm not sure if she would even notice." He peeked over the chair and down under Annie's loose top at the rise of her small but nicely shaped breasts. As a black man Jim had never experienced white boobs. "Maybe we should try it and see." 

At first Annie didn't know what he was talking about but then it hit her. "Oh God...are you suggesting?" 

"Yes...I mean not serious stuff. You know maybe you can sit on my lap and when they come back up here...you know..." 

The wine and the anger made Annie's mind move from its conservative cautious norm. "Just sitting...right?" 

"Uh..yes...sitting," he smiled realizing that she was going to do it. He moved to the large wooden patio lounge chair in the corner and sat down while trying to conceal his growing excitement. He watched as she took a deep breath and slowly rose from her chair and pushed down her white denim skirt. 

Annie had never even French kissed another man and Jim had always frightened her because of his tall size and large muscles.  She rationalized to herself that this was to just tease Nick so he could feel what she has felt for years.  She glanced back to the pool area and saw that Nick had moved behind Sally and was rubbing his front into her big round ass. 

"Hurry," Jim whispered holding out both hands. As she walked up to his knees his hands moved around her waist and lifted her upward and then lower down onto his lap.  "Put your arms around my neck."  

When he placed her down on his lap she felt her skirt rise upward until her bare thighs and panty covered ass was on his pants. She tried to lift and push the skirt underneath but his hand on her waist held her down. She gave up and reached around his head with her hands until they locked behind his neck.  She had never been this close and intimate with another man before.  

"Lean back into me," Jim whispered while reaching down with his left hand and guiding her knees to the side. He left his hand on her knees hoping that she wouldn't object and smiled when she didn't.  "Good," he said turning his face towards hers. Their faces and lips were only a few inches apart.  "Now just relax." He could feel that she was tense and nervous. 

Annie's petite left breast was pressing into Jim's right ribs as her head moved back to rest onto his right shoulder. It was then she felt the hard rising lump under her butt. "Ohhh," she gasped as she tried to shift away but his hands on her lower back and knees held her still.  "I...we..shouldn't.." 

Jim peeked over at Nick still rubbing his hard-on on his wife's ass. "They are doing it so we should do the same thing. That way if they say something later we are covered."  He felt her body relax and drop down harder onto his shaft. "Move around."  

"What?" She asked even though she heard and understood what he wanted. 

"Move," he commanded . 

"Oh God," Annie thought as she slowly slid into his body and then back down his lap. As she continued doing it his right hand moved lower on her hip to enable him to lift her ass up enough for his cock to press up between her thighs.  

"Ohhh," she moaned when his huge crown jabbed up against her moist crotch.  Her hands grabbed onto his shoulder and back as her butt moved up and down.  

*

Nick was happy that neither his wife nor Sally's husband had walked down to the pool to interrupt his fun. For the last two parties he had concentrated most of his flirting towards Sally and he realized that it was starting to pay off. After telling her what a wonderful ass she had at least twenty times she finally allowed him to caress and squeeze it. 

"We better be careful," Sally whispered feeling his hard bulge against her buttocks. She too had enjoyed teasing with Nick but now it was suddenly becoming real and she was nervous. 

But Nick was lost in lust while his hands moved to her waist to pull her back harder against his covered rod.  He peeked up at the patio hoping that Anne was too busy to come looking for him. She was sitting up high but he couldn't see what she was sitting on. "We have some time." 

"Hey," Sally gasped when Nick pulled her blouse out of her skirt and quickly slid his hot fingers under it.  She was about to pull his hands away but from her angle saw little innocent Annie sitting and rubbing on Jim's lap. She smiled knowing that they would be busy as well. 

Nick continued humping her butt as his fingers caressed her tender skin around her navel.  When he traced along the waistband of her skirt she sucked in her tummy when he moved to the center. He didn't have to wait for an invitation to push under the skirt and then lower until his fingers were touching the top of her panties.  

Sally's eyes were half closed feeling another man's touches heading towards her now very moist sex.  Jim was the only man to finger her pussy but she knew that was about to change. Her fingers grabbed onto his wrist but when he touched the top of her curly bush she loosened her grip. "Oh God." 

Nick smiled and teased into her trimmed curse forest. He felt the wetness and then the drop down into her sex.  

*

"Mutherfucker," Jim gasped when he peeked over the rail and saw Nick's hand down the front of his wife's skirt. 

"Wha...what is it?" Annie asked as she tried to lift up but his hand still held her down onto his hard knob. 

"He's touching her...her pussy," Jim whispered. "We have to get even." 

Annie's hands were around Jim's neck so they couldn't move down fast enough to stop his large hand from dropping to her bare knee and swiftly moving under her skirt. She also didn't have enough time to close her legs before his long middle finger pressed into her damp crotch. "Jim.....Ohhh.....AHHHH!" 

"Shhh, they can hear you," he whispered moving his lips to her sensitive earlobe. "Nick is fingerfucking Sally so I get to do it to you." He felt her legs, which had tried to close start opening up. "That's it." 

Annie closed her eyes concentrating on the invading finger, which was pulling her white thong to the side. It slid into her outer and inner lips and explored until it found her tight hole.  As it moved past the first and second knuckle she grabbed his head and turned his face to hers. 

Jim's larger lips completely covered hers and let her sharp hot tongue into his mouth. Little Annie was now a wild woman.  As his finger buried into her depths his right hand moved under her ass and unzipped his fly. He pulled his mouth away and whispered. "Lift up." 

"Oh God," Annie said after lifting up and looking down as he opened his fly and reached inside. Her eyes and mouth opened wider and wider as the long and thick black cock moved outward. "You beast," she whispered when it was all the way out. 

*

Nick could tell by Sally's moans that she was ready. He pulled his fingers out of her moist pussy and knelt down behind her. 

"Nick...they might see," Sally whispered feeling his fingers moving up her bare legs until they found the top of her panties.  She peeked up onto the deck and saw Annie's lips locked onto Jim's. 

Jim pulled the moist undies down over her knees and waited as she lifted her right and left feet. "Are they busy?" 

"Yes," Sally grinned. "I don't think they will bother us."  She knew by now that Annie had found out how big Jim was. When Nick moved back up Sally took his hand and guided him to a chaise lounge. "Lie on your back." 

"But..." Nick said looking up at the deck. "Shit...are they..kissing?"  

"Yes...lie down."  

"We...we can't do this," Nick said now worried that his wife was about to be fucked by big Jim. 

"So you can fuck me but Jim can't fuck Annie?" Sally asked. "Lie down." She pushed him down on the lounge and quickly opened his zipper. Her fingers fished out his six-inch hard-on. It wasn't as big as Jim but it was another man. As Nick turned to try and see what his wife was doing Sally straddled his hips and guided her pussy down onto his pink cock. 

"Ohhh," she moaned as it moved all the way in and bottomed out. Since Jim was so big she had never bottomed out before and had never rubbed her clitty against his stomach.  "God." 

*

"It...it won't fit," Annie whispered as she held her panties to one side and dropped down onto the huge crown. 

"It will," Jim chuckled. "Just go slow."  

Her pussy was resting on the tip but she didn't like her position. "Let me take off my panties and straddle you," she said looking into his dark brown eyes.  

"Go ahead baby," Jim smiled. He lifted her up off and watched as she reached under her skirt. He saw her white panties move out and then off her feet. As she peeked over the rail he lifted her skirt and saw his first blonde pussy.  

"They are...they are.." 

"Fucking," Jim chuckled. "Lower your pussy baby." His hands held her waist as she dropped until the huge head spread apart her lips. 

When the night started Annie would have never thought that she would be about to be fucked by another man. Not just any man either. This man was hung. "Ahhh," she gasped when the head broke into her depths. She leaned over and saw that there was at least eight more inches to go.  Another inch disappeared and then two more. She was filled as far as Nick had ever gone and from there on it was virgin territory. She felt Jim's large hand move under her blouse and then upward to pull her tiny bra cup down. Seconds later he toyed with her hard nipple until she lowered three more inches. 

"Do you like it baby? Do you like my big black cock?" 

"Yes, it's filling me up." 

*

Nick cupped Sally's magnificent titties while she lifted and lowered her moist pussy. "Can you see them?" 

Sally leaned back and looked at little Annie's head moving up and down. "I see Annie. She is very busy." 

"Busy...busy how?" 

Sally laughed. "It's better if I show you." She placed her hand on his chest and started lifting and lowering her pussy over and over. 

"Oh god. He's fucking her." 

"No, actually she is fucking him," Sally laughed but stopped when she felt herself getting close. 

Nick wanted to get up and stop his wife but his cock wouldn't let him move. He held onto her lower back as she continued to fuck him. "Sally..." 

"Me too honey...I'm so close." Sally's mouth flew open when she came but no sounds came out. Her face squeezed together and then she screamed.  "OHHH YES! YES!" 

"OH SHIT!" Nick cried. "NOW I'M CUMING!" 

*

"Did you hear them Annie?" Jim whispered. She had gone as low as her tight small pussy would let them. 

"Yes," she answered. After lifting up four then five inches she slowly dropped back down his chocolate stick. "I never...knew." 

For the next five minutes Annie's pussy rose and fell. She was about to lift up when they heard footsteps. She stayed down and turned to see Nick standing by the chair. 

"Are you ready to go Annie?" Nick couldn't see if Jim's cock was in her because her skirt covered them. 

She shook her head and smiled. "No." 

"But..we...you..." 

"It's what you've wanted," Annie said as she reached down and lifted her skirt upward. "And, now I want it too." 

Nick watched her blonde pussy lift up exposing Jim's wet dark cock.  "Oh my god." 

"Fuck her baby," Sally said sitting on the bottom of the lounge. "Turn over." 

Jim smiled before grabbing Annie's cut petite butt. He held her tight as he lifted her up and then laid her down on her back. "Do you want me to fuck you now Annie?" 

"YES!" Annie gasped while curling her legs up and around his hips. "FUCK ME!" As Jim's cock moved deeper and faster she reached out and grabbed Nick's hand. "OH GOD OHHH!" 

Both Annie and Nick knew she would never be the same. Her body was a power keg that was about to blow. "JIM...JIM!" 

"CUM ANNIE...CUM!" 

"NOW...I'M CUMING I'M CUMING!"  Annie passed out from the pleasure and when she came to Jim was pulling his spent cock from her sore hole.  She felt his cum spilling out but didn't make any effort to close her legs. 

*

The End

Ending Note: Another quickie for those who don't like the long ones. If you select me as a favorite author you will be able to find my new stories faster. Thanks...Slick. 



Getting Even



She stopped outside her neat prim and proper suburban executive villa, she stepped out of her neat little Chevvy, all prim and proper in a knee length floral pattern skirt and short sleeved white top, and she opened the back door to reveal two little kids strapped in back.

I watched her from across the street, I watched her take her bags inside and come back for the kids, just an ordinary suburban scene. It all seemed so sweet and innocent, from a distance, to the untrained eye, to people who didn't know her. But I knew different.

Seven years ago, she was just the girl down the street, headed for university, Yale maybe, now she was Mrs Matt Johnson, trophy wife for a fading Major league legend now property developer, and me, yeah, I never was going to University but I had a place in Engineering school all lined up, and I felt bitter as hell.

They let me out early, "Plead guilty!" my so called lawyer ordered, "maybe they'll go easy on you."

But for what, I just had a few drinks and sort of had this gap where Saturday night should have been and I woke up with a hangover, as my Dad kicked me out of bed and down to the deputies and next thing I knew I was dragged down town and charged.

Rape, Melissa Stephens, the girl from number Ten, the high flyer, way way out of my league, she got raped I lost track of what in the hell I did that night and it was all far far too convenient.

I got ten years, and they let me out after seven, oh yeah and I couldn't go within fifty miles of home, so they said, "Sign in at the Sheriff's office every Thursday," they said, so I signed in and I hitched straight out and down the highway, straight back to where I knew she lived.

Not through my folks who disowned me but I still had friends, real friends, who wrote me when they remembered, every seven or eight months or so, whenever they had a spare minute or the cost of the postage, and most Christmasses someone sent me a card.

You could say I was bitter but that in no way began to describe that unholy mass of seething resentment boiling away inside of me.

I had it figured out to the last detail, from my first setting sight of her, through my first touch as she ran away from me, to the ripping tearing splitting as I tore her dress right off her, snapped her pantie elastic so they fluttered to the ground, to show her soft downy, or was it shaved, mound, and I knew exactly how I would flip her tits out of her soft warm bra cups and leave her bra hanging uselessly as I threw her to the ground and did what she said I did all that time ago.

I imagined how I'd wrestle her to the ground, wrench her legs wide apart and force my tool deep inside her, maybe I'd shove my tool in her mouth instead or was that first, maybe not as she might bite, shit, I hadn't had a woman for seven years, never had a proper woman at all, only Jessica who worked at the diner and turned tricks for twenty dollars, and lets face it she was my moms age.

I just watched her, there were trees opposite the house, between the creek and the road where she lived, maybe a mile from where we grew up, I just slipped between the trees and watched through the leaves, she looked real sweet, I wondered whether she ever regretted not going to uni, and I started thinking I maybe should wait until the kids were in bed before I did what I needed to.

She came out later on, with a pail and a cloth, and started cleaning the car, hell it was immaculate before she started, I started to get doubts, and I crept back into the trees a way so I could just settle down to watch.

She even gave the hub caps a polish with her cloth and what looked like silver polish, she'd changed, denim shorts and a tee shirt, and little white ankle socks and trainers, wow! my tool was playing up, straining, leaking pre cum, god I wanted her so bad!

A guy came walking with a big dog, it headed my way but it just wanted a leak against a tree, maybe ten feet from where I lay, it smelled me but the big bearded guy was in a hurry so he dragged that dog away with a yell and I was safe again.

It got dark like it does around eight thirty and I was still there for an hour or so after that when her husband came home, sweeping in in his late model Mercedes. I watched him slam the door and storm in the house locking the car with a flash of indicators as an afterthought as he strode in the door, I saw her through the window, I guess they had words, a row maybe.

I got stiff as the night grew colder, my joints ached, the passion and need ebbed away and finally I made my way out the trees and down to the stream side for a palm full of water.

I decided on plan B except there wasn't plan B, plan A was teach the bitch a lesson and high tail it, I figured the eastbound highball freight still changed crews at the depot, and that would shift me two hundred miles east in maybe four hours, useful, trains didn't figure too high in the Fed's directory of get away vehicles, Motorcycles and Automobiles, Airplanes, Boats, Helicopters even but not Trains. 

I heard a westbound freight rumbling over the switches at the east tower, and I decided she Melissa would have to wait.

I had all my worldly goods in my backpack, spare pants underwear and shirts and about two hundred dollars, and that wasn't going to get me far, but it was enough for a big mac and a coke and fries at McDonalds, and for a bed, well there was a culvert under the railroad tracks out by the Auto wrecking yard that never had water in it even in the floods back in ninety three and it was my favourite hide out when I was a kid, and even maybe ten years after I was last there it was still there and still dry.

That concrete felt real soft after the rock hard prison mattresses and it wasn't till the switchers started tearing a slow freight apart just after sun up, clattering backwards and forwards over my liar that I stirred and decided to check the Johnson place again.

The Mercedes was gone but she was strapping the kids in the Chevvy as I headed down the street, she never gave me a second glance as she drove past so, on a hunch that she was taking the kids to some pre school, I found my hiding place back in the trees and waited.

It took maybe an hour, then the Chevvy appeared again and Melissa headed right back into her driveway and climbed eagerly out of the drivers door, she was dressed all prim and proper again in a pastel blue knee length skirt and short sleeved white top, her golden hair cascading to her shoulders, god did she look wholesome.

I let her get inside, then, as my heart pounded fit to burst I made my way across the street and walked right up to her door.

I just banged on the knocker, and she opened the door, all innocent like. "Yes," she said and then she tried to slam the door shut again, she was too slow. I had my shoe in the door and it hurt like hell as she tried to squash my foot through the thin trainers.

She managed to get the chain on though, but it was a cheap Wal Mart chain and it just busted off of the door frame as I pushed, "I'll call the Police!" she insisted, "What do you want?"

"You!" I said, "Remember me?" I got inside and kicked the door shut, "Surely you remember me?"

"Your Gary Danske right?" she said, "You lived down the street right?"

"Half right, down the street sure," I said, "You forgot Phil Goerbals already,"

"Oh god," she said, "You changed, You're the one who raped me, but you changed, you changed your beard," she said like she was real scared.

"Well I never shaved yesterday," I agreed.

"You had a beard, that's how I knew, in the dark." she insisted.

"Woah," I said, but she struggled and scratched my face, her top slipped off real easy right down her back pinning her arms and her tits just popped out of her bra.

"Why?" she asked, "What did I ever do to you,"

"Shut the fuck up," I ordered.

"Why," she said, "What you going to do dislocate my jaw again?" she snapped, "You ruined everything for me,"

"Sure looks like it!" I suggested.

"Yeah right, married to a moron, I was going to uni before you put that kid inside of me." she announced.

"Kid?" I said.

"Still born, would you believe it, nine months and then nothing." she said, "Your kid." she snapped, "I was glad it was dead," she said but her eyes were full of tears, it was time for plan B, except there was no plan B, so I ad libbed, I let her up and pulled her top back on her shoulders.

"I never had a beard in my life Mrs Johnson," I said, "And I swear to god I never knowingly touched you, you was way out of my league."

"You pleaded guilty." she exclaimed, "That sort of proves it!" and then she did it, "I'm calling the cops."

I looked at her, all pink with her tits hanging down and I decided I was having my seven years worth right there and then, and I had her skirt and panties around her knees in one swift movement, she didn't shave but the fur was so fine and fair it just shone like gold.

I guess I should have took her upstairs but I hooked my shoe in her panties and dragged them right down and then I was pushing her down onto the Hallway carpets, spreading her legs with my knees and her labia with my fingers.

"Look, just don't hurt me," she said, "I won't scream, I won't do anything, you can tie me up, get a head start before anyone checks up on me." she seemed sincere, "Ok,"

"Sure," I said.

"So what you waiting for?" she asked.

"Where's the rush, I waited seven years for this," I told her and I shuffled down and tasted the sweet soft flesh of her pussy lips.

She shuddered, "Look mister, just do what you have to and," she moaned softly,"Don't torment me, please."

Her pussy tasted mighty fine, all sweet and golden, and I traced that slit up till I found that little nub, I gave it little bite and she near screamed the roof down.

"Hey no screaming," I said.

"How in the hell do you expect me to keep quiet when you do that to me you bastard!" she wailed, and then as I looked at her she just says, "You can't stop now, please."

I dipped my head back down, I had no idea her friend Becky was due around for a game of Tennis, I just let her moan right on out loud and then next thing there was Becky stood there dialling 911 on her cell phone, she was talking to the operator she gave the house number before I could react and I figured it wasn't worth trying to run.

"It's the guy that raped me," Melissa said.

"Really, gee he looks different without the beard." Becky observed, "Kept his self in good shape,better than when he worked at the five and dime."

"He just broke the door and came on in." Melissa said, "He's so strong!"

"Guess he worked out in Jail." Becky observed, "But you ain't struggling much if he's raping you?"

"I don't want to get hurt. Ooh," she said as I gave her little nub another little nibble.

"You gonna stick that thing of yours in her before the cops get here?" Becky said, "Cos she's got Aids."

"Can't get Aids from Pussy Lickin'" I suggested, but then I heard the cruisers howling up the street.

"You ought to go," Becky suggested, "like run."

"Just stall them a minute Becky, please!" Melissa said unexpectedly, "Please!"

"Well you better put up a better struggle than that if you want the Feds to arrest him." Becky said and she went outside and pulled up the door so the catch clicked on. 

I heard talking, "OK come on out with your hands up," the Sheriff shouted and then he tried the door.

"You still owe me," I said.

"Coming!" said Melissa, "let me up, ok," I moved away and she dragged her panties and skirt back on.

"What is it officer?" she asked all innocent.

"We had a report of a rape?" he said.

"I saw him rape on you," Becky added.

"Oh, that's my pool man Becky," Melissa said, "What the hell did you think we was doing?"

"Well first off you ain't got a pool." Becky suggested, "Holy hell, look guys I'm so sorry." she said as she looked at the three cruisers and a Minivan clustered around the front.

I walked up behind Melissa and put my hand on her shoulder.

"I guess you made an honest mistake," the officer agreed, "But you, Pool man, you better watch out, prostitution's illegal in this county and what you're doing's prostitution far as I can see."

Then with a wave of the office's hand they all went away, crunching over the gravel drive.

"You guys want Coffee?" Melissa asked inadequately.

I sat at her table drinking coffee.

"It all happened so quick," Melissa said, "He just forced me, right, you know, nothing then he was ramming and banging at me and then," her eyes were filled with tears at the memory, then he was inside of me."

"Right," I agreed.

"I told my Mom and they had the guy next morning and Daddy's lawyer did a deal so he pleaded guilty for a shorter sentence." she explained.

"Seven to Ten," I agreed.

"Then I was pregnant," she said.

"I don't remember a thing that night," I told her.

"All I remember was the beard," she said, "That's how they knew it was you."

"I never had no damned beard," I insisted.

"So what now?" Becky asked, "You gonna fuck her till you're even?" she asked or what?"

"If you promise not to come looking for me when you get back out of jail you can fuck on me right now." Melissa said.

"Maybe upstairs?" Becky suggested.

"Hell," I said, "I wanted to rape you, sort of being willing sort of spoils things sort of." I explained inadequately.

"I got a letter from the prison, if you come within fifty miles of me you get another three years." Melissa reminded me, "You do what you need to then you do three years, do we have a deal?"

She just looked too sweet, like some little kid's mom.

"No, I can't," I apologised, "It ain't the same."

"You sure?" Melissa asked.

"Because she's missed her tennis class and she's horny as hell." Becky said, "You can't turn a girl on and then deny her mister, you two get upstairs right now!"

I looked at Melissa and she smiled shyly at me and she stood up, "Like I said," she said, and I stood up and I followed she went right upstairs to the guest room, all immaculate white paint and white carpets and brown drapes and there I was like I hadn't washed for two days and she slipped off her skirt and her panties and lay on the bed all pink and clean and fresh, "You want to start again where you left off?" she asked.

"I feel dirty," I said.

"Hell that's her line." Becky said as she followed us upstairs, "So get a shower big boy!" she said "Voila, shower room" and she hauled a door open and there was this cute little shower room.

I did like she said, took a bathe under the shower head, let the water flow over me and part way through Becky grabbed my shirt and took it away with her, not my pants just the shirt.

Melissa looked real scared when I came back, she had her skirt back on.

"What?" I asked.

"The smell," she said.

"I ain't that bad now I washed." I said.

"I remember the smell, as he forced me you know, it wasn't this smell." she said, "and if it wasn't you then, oh my lord, he's still out there."

My tool went down like when the blow up a high rise. "Gee," I said, "I never thought about that." and I dried myself some more and sat down by Melissa.

"Aren't you two going to fuck then?" Becky asked.

"I guess not," I said.

"It makes me horny seeing guys fuck," she added.

"Becky is my girlfriend, you know girlfriend, girlfriend," Melissa explained.

"Matt likes Guys." Becky added, "Mostly."

"And you?" I asked Becky, "What do you like?" I asked, I stared at her, she was slim, too slim, her hair was too short and dark, and she looked like a schoolgirl in her short white tennis skirt and tight top.

"She likes me," Melissa announced, "Don't you babe?"

"Maybe she ain't met the right guy yet," I suggested.

"Are you making a pass at me?" Becky accused.

"You want to feel how I suck pussy?" I asked.

"Guys, leave me out of this," Becky exclaimed, "Gee," but Melissa put he arms around Becky, "hey, he's joking." she said but she caught sight of my tool now busy swelling, "Oops I guess he isn't," she chuckled, "Actually, he damn good, let him show you," Melissa suggested, just let him ease those skimpy panties aside and," she said and as she done it she ran her finger down Becky's pubes and eased the thin cotton aside.

I just rolled and eased those sweet little panties to Becky's knees and buried my tongue between her sweet little cunt lips, she moaned, I heard Melissa say "Kiss me," and then the two girls were kissing mouth to mouth as I worked on Beckys lower lips and clit.

Melissa pulled up Becky's top releasing her small tits and then after a while as I looked up she worked her way around behind Becky so she could kiss her neck and play with her tits until finally Melissa said. "You can put it in her now."

"No," Becky protested feebly, but I slid up the bed a piece as Melissa indicated.

"She's afraid of guys so be careful with her ok?" she asked.

"No!" Becky protested but Melissa took my tool and pressed it gently against Becky's sweet little pink slit.

"Woah!" I protested, "She said no!" I said, "Look I can't do this,"

Melissa stared at me then she started laughing. "oh my, fine rapist you make!" she chuckled, "You're cool with it aren't you Becky?" she said but Becky shook her head. 

"No, I can't do that!" I protested, "No,"

"Yet you came to rape me," Melissa exclaimed, "You're really screwed up, you know that?"

"Yes," I agreed, "I know."

"So what you going to do now?" Melissa asked.

"Mell, you seen the size of his thing?" Becky asked, "It'd split me right in two."

"I don't know," I said answering Melissa.

"Gee that is big," she said, "Gee no wonder you didn't want." she said to Becky as she pushed Becky aside, "So come on big boy, you wanted pussy, well you come and get it."

"I can't!" I protested but she gripped me around my shaft and pulled me to her, I felt my tool against her soft wetness and then I was sliding my helmet gently inside of her and everything seemed right.

"You fuck me good big boy," Melissa whispered hoarsely, "You got seven years of cum in those big balls and I want it," she said, "Like now big boy, you spurt that cum right deep in your Melissa's womb big boy."

Her cunt just swallowed every inch of me like I was made for her, and when I was right in the neck of her womb was really gripping me, I shuffled up the bed a couple of times to get more angle as I fucked into her, but the pleasure was too much and long before I wanted I knew I was going to cum.

I thought of New England, Dirty socks any old thing as I humped against her, but it was useless, pre cum was leaking from me making her slipperier than ever, and I just fucked right into her, feeling her warm tits against me, until she did something with her cunt muscles and that cream just poured out of me like a busted faucet.

"Wow," Becky exclaimed.

"Was that how you planned?" Melissa asked as I pulled out.

"No, maybe a thousand times better," I agreed.

"You know," Melissa said, "There was no way that was you that raped me all those years ago, hell I had thee kids and still you stretch me!"

"Mell!" Becky exclaimed, "That's disgusting!"

"Well I had to know," Melissa exclaimed, "he didn't smell right and," she said then she went off at a tangent, "But if it wasn't you who raped me then there's a rapist out there."

"I guess," I agreed, "I better get going, thanks for," I didn't know what to say.

"Look!" she said, "We need to talk ok, you needed to fuck I need to talk, do you understand?" 

"I guess," I agreed.

"Me and Matt don't get along so well, so." Melissa admitted.

"So I guess anytime you need a fuck!" Becky added.

"Becky, that's not what I meant at all." Melissa added, "But you know when you confessed and everything."

"I got to go," I said "I guess you got kids to see to?"




Getting Even



"I don't," Becky suggested, "You got anywhere to stay?"

"No," I admitted, "no plans, no cash, no job, no prospects."

"You want to stay in my spare room so you two can talk tomorrow?" Becky asked and I agreed.

"Maybe you can fix up my yard?" she suggested.

"Sure, it'd be great working outdoors," I agreed.

Becky took me back to her house, it wasn't more than a block away and we walked a well used short cut across the hill through the bushes and small trees to Becky's place, it was an old wooden place with a huge yard and wooden barns, and it was a real mess.

"My folks left it me," she admitted, "They crashed and burned in a car wreck." she said sadly.

"Right," I said, "I'm sorry."

"That's why I don't have an Automobile," she said.

"Or a boyfriend?" I asked but she ignored me.

She asked me my shoe size and pants size and collar size and everything, and then she set me to work and said she would go down town, and she headed off on foot.

I started tidying stuff up, then I got real hungry and raided her refrigerator, she had half a cooked chicken and it tasted real good, and orange juice, we never had orange juice inside.

She was a bit mad when she got in, "You should have said an I would have got some food in," she said, "That was my dinner! and tomorrow's lunch." but she had brought some cheap Taiwanese fake Levis and some fake Nike trainers and some shirts and socks and things for me.

"Say, thanks!" I said as she dumped them down on the kitchen counter, "That's real thoughtful." I said, and then I saw a there was a pack of Condoms in the bottom of her bag.

She blushed, "Don't get any ideas!" she insisted.

"Never crossed my mind," I said, she was too thin for me, dark haired when I like blondes.

"You know I was a year below you and Melissa in school," she said,"I thought you were John Parkes,"

"No. I've always been Phil." I said.

"I thought Phil Goerbals was a guy with a beard," she said, "Like when Melissa came back in the dance hall all bleeding and her clothes ripped and that," Becky said awkwardly, "And she said about a beard, I told her it was Phil Goerbals that followed her outside."

"Oh, right," I said and sat down, "You saying this is your fault."

"Maybe," she said, "Maybe you thought so."

"I was too drunk to know what I did that night," I said, "Only I reckon I was too drunk to rape anyone, anyhow."

I looked at her, "You think I'll rape you now do you?" I said as I figured it all out, "Is that it?"

"Yes!" she said.

"Well little girl," I said, "That won't settle the score," I paused for effect, "I ain't had no girlfriend for seven years, hell I got plenty of catching up to do so you don't think one fuck levels the score do you?"

"No," she said looking scared.

"You're going to need more than one pack of condoms to pay off this debt little girl." I said sort of threatening although right then I was jesting.

"There's some more in the other bag," she said.

"Hell that''s real sweet, but it ain't right." I told her, "taking advantage of a sweet honourable girl, that's not my scene."

"You nearly did this morning," she said, "Aren't I pretty enough for you?"

"Hell I'd screw anything in a skirt I'm so horny after seven years," I told her, "you strip off your panties and lie down and you're fucked darlin'," I said joking, and do you know she took my hand and led me up her stairs.

"You be gentle with me, do you hear." she said, "Like you was my boyfriend or something." and she hauled her skirt and panties down round her ankles.

You couldn't blame me, I had my pants off so quick, that I surprised myself and then I had her legs wide apart and I just pushed my helmet into the groove of her pussy and leaned against her.

"No!" she wailed. 

I stopped,

"God dammit, just do it you stupid man," she said, "Put that damned thing in me,"

Well can't disappoint a lady so I just lazily eased my whole length right into her.

"It's too big, it hurts," she confessed.

"Feels real fine to me, real fine," I said, "Can I kiss you," I asked.

"I don't." she said and I kissed her, kissed her head a few times and then her mouth sort of opened invitingly.

I kissed her mouth, ran my tongue round her teeth and then started humping gently, she moaned, "Oh" she said, she sort of gasped a few times, "That's nice!" she said, "be gentle please."

It sure as hell felt a lot better than nice, real tight yet slippery you know, yet she was just scared I was going to do something to hurt her, why in the hell would I want to do that? I wondered.

"Hell we ain't wearing a rubber," I announced as I realised.

"I can't get pregnant first time," she said real stupidly.

"You just as sure as hell can," I corrected her, "First time, first time with me, any old first time I advised her.

"Oh," she says, and she wrapped her legs around me, and pulled me to her, "Is that so,"

That velvety smooth hot wet snatch was too much for me, my balls were boiling my tool was twitching and that seed just shot out of me so hard I thought it would cum out of her nose! and then it was over, I lay there with her, quiet, least aways I wiped my tool on the sheet and lay there while she frantically dabbed herself with her skirt as my cum leaked back out of her.

"Phew," I sort of said, "I could get a taste for that,"

"It's disgusting," she said, "There's so much of it,"

"Let it alone and come here," I told her and I just scooped her up in my arms and kissed her, she struggled some but she relaxed when I took over wiping her, though she started getting wetter than ever instead of drier.

She looked me in the eye, and my tool began to swell again, "It'll be nicer second time," I said, "Promise,"

"Condom," she whispered, "Bit late for that," I suggested, and I just slid in her so smooth and natural it seemed like we as made for each other, and we jut fucked for ever until I cummed in her again just rolled off of her closed my eyes and had the best sleep I ever had in my entire life.

To be Continued?



Getting Even (Audio Version)



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"Honey, that young man over there with Sadie—is that the nephew she keeps talking about?

"He's cute. I think I'll show him around the place. Kind of give him a guided tour.

"No, you go greet some of the other guests. I'll be fine."

You watch as I turn and walk toward the athletic-looking young man in jeans. My short skirt hugs my ass. My hips roll softly, seductively, as I move across the ceramic-tiled patio in my high heels.

It's quite a while before I run into you again. There are so many people at our party, it's so easy to lose track of your sexy, young wife, isn't it?

"Where's who, honey?" I ask, like I don't know who you're talking about.

"Oh, him!" I couldn't help but giggle.

"His name is Brian, by the way. And he's inside waiting for me.

"Well, yes. I told him I'd be in in a few minutes—as soon as I caught up with you and told you what's going on.

"Well, I'm sure you haven't forgotten the little agreement we made a few months ago ... After I found out you were screwing Jackie Carlton?

"That's right. I get to return the extramarital favor. I get to have a date with another man.

"OK, you're right. We didn't exactly call it a date. I get to fuck another man. You like the sound of that better?

"Yes, I'm talking about Brian. And he's not a 'boy' by the way!

"He may look like a boy, but he's definitely a man where it counts.

"How do I know? Well, we were down by the pond a few minutes ago, and he gave me a kiss.

"No, not out of the blue. He was telling me how lucky you are to have such an attractive, young wife, and he was looking me up and down--practically undressing me with those big, blue eyes of his.

"I thanked him for the compliment and told him I thought he was a very, sexy young man. And then I told him a big fib.

"I told him that you and I had an arrangement. I told him we both date other people.

"Yes, he believed me. And it was right after that, that he kissed me... and while we were kissing I discovered the size of his cock.

"Through his jeans, silly. I groped him... and he groped me.

"... my ass, if you must know," I giggle, amused by your interest in the smutty little details of my encounter with Brian.

"... and then my tits," I add, painting the picture for you, the picture of your slightly inebriated young wife letting someone she's just met put his hands where only her husband should.

"Anyway—to make a long story short: Brian's the one I've decided to have sex with.

"Revenge sex, you might want to call it.

"Yes. That's right. I plan to fuck him.

"That's why he's in the house waiting for me. I thought about just asking him to have dinner with me one night next week... and just see where it leads. But, while we were kissing, he pushed my skirt up... and started touching me ... through my panties.

"Honey, he made my pussy so wet. I thought I was going to come right there.

"It was actually his idea to go in the house and find an empty room.

"I told him how to get to the guest bedroom, honey ...and I said I'd meet him there in a few minutes.

"No, I'm not backing down. A deal's a deal. You cheated on me, and now it's my turn to cheat on you!

"So, while you're walking around, sipping your martinis, think about me. Upstairs. With that handsome young man. That 22-year old 'boy'—as you call him. Think about him unbuttoning your wife's silk blouse. Think about me taking off my skirt for him.

"Think about the two of us rolling around on that bed... our clothes falling off as we kiss and fondle each other.

"Think about Brian unhooking my bra, honey. My nipples are hard right now, just thinking about how good his lips are going to feel on my bare breasts.

"Honey, in a few minutes, another man is going to have his hands all over your wife. Your faithful wife... who trusted you ...who never dreamed that you'd ever cheat on her.

"And your faithful, young wife is going to have her hands all over another man! Mmmmm," the mere thought of it brings a smile to my face.

"Another man is going to be pulling your wife's panties off in a few minutes...and that man is going to be sliding his hard cock into her precious little pussy, honey.

"Oh, there's one more thing you should know, sweetheart. If Brian fucks me as good as I think he's going to, I'm going to ask him to spend the night. 

"At 22, he's probably capable of cumming three or four times in one night, wouldn't you think? It would be a shame to waste all that potential, wouldn't it? ...all that hot cum stored up in that young man's balls. Ooh, I can hardly wait to feel that big cock of his inside me.... inside my little, wet pussy."

"What's that, honey?"

"What should you tell guests who want to know where I disappeared to? I don't care. Make up something. Or, you can tell them the truth: Tell them your hot, little wife is upstairs in the guest bedroom entertaining one of the guests." My sarcasm seems lost on you. You look stunned. I can't resist snuggling up close to you and whispering in your ear.

"Tell them, I'll be down ... as soon as Brian and I finish fucking.

"Mmm... Gotta go, Baby! I don't want to keep my date waiting." I plant a little kiss on your cheek, before turning and heading into the house.

"I love ya," I call back, a big, naughty grin on my face.



Getting Even Ch. 02: Grant's Birthday



Zane walked up and down the wine aisles of his favorite liquor store. Tonight was Grant's birthday party and he wanted to give him a nice bottle of wine. The problem was, he didn't know much about wine as it wasn't his drink of choice. He had only bought one bottle of wine and it wasn't that good. That mistake was made about four months ago when he got news that changed his life forever.

Six months ago, Zane had met Grant's lovely wife, Bella, at a local bar. Their meeting was prearranged by a mutual friend of theirs for the sole purpose of Bella having a "justice fuck" after years of dealing with Grant's infidelity. There were a few stipulations Bella had requested: all of her sexual fantasies were to be fulfilled, no condoms were to be used except for anal sex, and Grant was to be allowed to watch. The night ended with Grant watching Zane fuck Bella hard. Then Bella kicked Grant out of the master bedroom and had Zane lock them in.

At first, Zane questioned the reason why Bella would want the door locked, until he heard Grant try to return while Bella peacefully slept. Zane was tempted to ask Grant what he wanted, but decided after enjoying taking Bella's anal virginity while Grant was forced to listen, he decided he didn't need to stir the shit-pot of trouble any more.

Two months after that fateful night, he met Bella at a local café, where he learned that he was most likely is the father of her unborn child. Bella made it clear the choice was his about having a relationship with the child and has left him alone. The most pressure she applied was the regular updates from her doctor informing him that everything was progressing along as it should.

Zane resumed as her lover and Grant was Bella's cuckold. He knew Grant would only get to fuck Bella if he behaved because after their first month, Bella cut Grant off sexually until he begged her to forgive him. He learned this from both Bella sharing with him after Grant was sent out, and Grant's complaining about her poor treatment of him.

Tonight was going to be different though. Bella had asked Zane if he was willing to do something different in light of Grant's birthday. Though it wasn't something Zane enjoyed, he was willing for Bella. In fact, he found himself willing to do more things for Bella and her children than any other lover he had prior or since. Over the past four months he'd gone to more little league games and dance recitals than ever before. Normally he'd never go, but there was something about Bella's children, Tommy and Stella that Zane couldn't say no to.

"May I help you find something sir?"

Zane looked over and saw Janette, the bubbly red-haired clerk he'd known since she started there a few months back. "Actually yes, Janette. I need a good bottle of wine."

"It is for a special occasion?"

"Birthday gift."

"Ah, who's the lucky lady?"

"It's for a man."

"OH!" she exclaimed, then giggled and grabbed a bottle of wine. "Well, this red is pretty popular with men like you."

Zane rolled his eyes. "I'm not gay darling. The man is a friend. I don't know him too well, but I thought a nice bottle of good wine would make a good gift."

Janette blushed. "I'm sorry sir. If it's a good bottle of wine for a man he would like, I know just the bottle. Follow me."

Zane followed her, admiring her ass in her jeans as she walked. He started thinking about how good those jeans would look bunched around her ankles with his cock buried in her pussy. She led him to the back corner of the store near the storeroom.

"Just so you know, these are, in my opinion, our best wines," explained Janette. "They aren't the cheapest, or the most expensive, but it's not a wine that no one ever doesn't like. Would you like to try a sample?"

"Sure."

Janette slipped into the storeroom and returned a moment later with a small cup with some red liquid in the base. "We keep an open bottle in the back for the staff to enjoy. Occasionally we share it with our best customers."

Zane swirled the red liquid and took a sniff. He could tell she was telling the truth, this was good quality wine. He took the sip and was pleasantly surprised. "You're right, this is good."

"It tastes even better when you lick it out of a woman's pussy," she said, smiling wickedly.

Zane glanced down. Yes, she was definitely flirting with him and he very much wanted to see if she was right. "And how, pray tell, do you suppose I can find this out?"

Janette's smile grew, if that were possible. She looked around and saw her coworker covering the front. She took Zane's hand and said, "Follow me."

She led Zane into the back and to the small break room, locking the door. There, on a table was the open bottle of wine. She quickly stripped off her pants and said, "I hope you were serious about that not being gay shit."

"Looks like you're about to find out," said Zane, smiling as he watched her sit on the table and lay back.

"If you eat me well, I'll let you fuck me."

"I look forward to it."

Janette handed him the bottle. Zane took a chair and pulled it up to the table, sitting himself before Janette's pussy. There was just a small strip of red hair at the top, but otherwise it was smooth and hairless. Zane poured a bit of wine into the cup from before and carefully poured some into her pussy. Janette moaned softly as she felt the liquid fill her. Then, without warning, Zane began licking and sucking the liquid from her pussy. The wine mixed with her natural juices and he found the mixture intoxicating.

Zane would periodically refill her pussy and drink until he knew she was ready. Janette's body shook as she squealed with her orgasm.

"Fuck me! Please!" she cried.

Zane didn't hesitate. He freed his bulging member from pants and removed a condom from his pocket, tearing it open with his teeth. Quickly, he rolled it onto his cock, and slammed it into her pussy.

"Like this?" he growled.

"Yes!" she cried.

"Still think I'm gay?" he asked slamming his cock into her pussy a second time.

"NO!" she exclaimed.

Zane pounded her pussy hard, and after she had a second orgasm he shot his load. Though the sex wasn't planned, he'd learned to always come prepared. He stepped back and threw the condom into the trash. The sex may have been short lived, but from the smile on Janette's face, it was successful. He grabbed a napkin off the table, wiped his cock off, and put it back into his pants. Janette sat up, wiped her pussy off, and put her pants back on.

"I'll take a bottle of that wine," said Zane.

"Would you like it gift wrapped?" she asked, zipping up her jeans.

"It would make my life a bit easier."

Janette smiled. "After that fuck, I'll do anything to make your life easier."

They stepped out of the break room, and exited the stock room. Janette grabbed a bottle, wiped it down, and grabbed a wine bottle gift-bag with some tissue paper. She escorted Zane to the register and rang him up. Her coworker glanced her way, but said nothing. Janette wrapped the bottle so it looked nice, then took Zane's credit card to finish the sale.

"Thank you for coming sir," she said wickedly.

"It was my pleasure," said Zane, grabbing his purchase and leaving the store.

Janette's coworker stepped up once Zane was out of the store and said, "Please tell me he's a good fuck."

"Amazingly good," she said smiling. "I sure hope he buys more wine."

~*~*~*~

Zane parked on the curb and walked up to the house. He could see the party goers milling around and chatting. He rang the bell and waited. Grant opened the door. "Zane."

"Happy birthday Grant."

"Well, you might as well come in," said Grant stepping aside.

Zane handed him the gift bag and said, "Thanks. This is for you."

"Thanks," Grant grunted.

"Where are the kids?"

"My parents are taking them to Disneyland tomorrow as part of my birthday present."

"Ah, so you and Bella will have the house to yourselves."

Grant shot Zane a dirty look. "Something like that."

"Zane!" they heard Bella exclaim. The petite blonde, now six months pregnant walked up wearing a wine maternity dress that reminded Zane of the dress she was wearing the night they met. "When did you get here?"

"Just now," said Zane smiling. "I was wishing Grant here a happy birthday."

"He even got me a gift," said Grant, holding up the bag.

Bella took the bag, "I'll put this with the other gifts. That was so nice of you Zane. Well, have a drink and enjoy yourself."

'I already did,' Zane thought to himself, then smiled and said, "I'll do my best."

Bella gave him a strange look, then walked away. Zane too, stepped away and got himself a drink. A slender, dark-skinned brunette woman wearing a form fitting red dress showing off her full, firm, breasts walked up to him and said, "You're probably the last person I expected to see here."

Zane glanced over and smiled. "I was invited."

"Me too," she said.

"It's good seeing you again Carmen."

"Really?" she asked. "Because it's been almost a year since I've seen you."

Zane turned toward Carmen. "As I recall, you ended our affair."

"Shhh!" Carmen hissed. "Let's not advertise it."

"Ah, you and your secrets."

"Like you don't have more than your fair share."

"True."

"So, you and Bella. How much longer will it last and does Grant know?"

Zane leaned down and whispered, "Grant watches."

Carmen gasped. "Really?"

"Yeah. And as far as how long it will last, hard to say."

"Well I'm sure she'll end it after the baby is born."

"Perhaps."

Carmen looked up at Zane. "When did you meet Bella?"

"A few months ago."

"Was she already pregnant?"

"Not sure. I never asked."

Carmen looked from Bella to Zane, then said, "Well, it was good seeing you again. Let me know when you're available for another."

"Will do."

Carmen walked away. Zane admired her ass in the red dress and remembered their own steamy affair. Miguel was like Grant, a man who became a cuckold. The difference was their relationship ran its course. He knew she had other lovers and enjoyed their company more than she did his.

He saw Bella and smiled. She walked over to him, smiling. "Having fun?"

"Always when I'm with you."

"Oh!" exclaimed Bella.

"What?"

"The baby kicked. Wanna feel?"

"I, um..." stammered Zane.

Bella grabbed his drink-free hand and placed it on her stomach. "It doesn't hurt. Can you feel the baby kick?"

It only took a moment before Zane felt her stomach move beneath his hand. "Woah! That's... wow."

Bella smiled. "It's like she knows who her daddy is." Zane's head snapped toward Bella. "She won't do that for Grant."

"She? It's... a girl?"

"Yeah," said Bella, "at least we think so. All the tests have come back saying it's a girl."

Zane slowly withdrew his hand. "Congratulations. I'm sure Grant is excited."

Bella exhaled. "He shouldn't be, but he is. I'd best see to my other guests. Are we still on for tonight?"

"I made you a promise Bella. But I should warn you, I must leave in the morning, I have a flight I must catch. I'm being sent to Europe for another month again."

"Your work does make you travel a lot."

"I'm trying to earn a promotion that will keep me from traveling so much."

"Do you need a ride to the airport?"

"You don't need to Bella."

Bella looked up at Zane. "For all you've done for me, it's the least I could do."

Zane looked into those blue eyes and found himself lost. "Fine. Be at my place by two."

"Done. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be the good hostess."

Bella walked away and Zane smiled. A girl, he was going to have a daughter. A daughter who would think he was her uncle. Zane wasn't sure how he felt about this. He decided to have another scotch and worry about it later.

The party carried on like parties like this do. People drinking, eating hors d'oeuvres, and talking. Grant opened his gifts, and politely thanked everyone. Bella was playing the role of the good wife, but Zane noticed she was keeping a bit of distance from him. It would take a careful eye to spot such a thing, but Zane had years of practice. It was how he was able to engage in so many relationships with so many married women over the years.

Carmen slid over and said quietly, "That's a nice bottle of wine you got Grant."

"The salesgirl recommended it," said Zane.

"Did she recommend anything else?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, you're not a one-woman man Zane. You never have been."

"People change."

"Really," said Carmen, looking up at Zane. "Then explain to me why you smell of pussy?"

Zane smiled. "It still doesn't mean I can't change."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

Zane sipped his scotch, but chose not to reply. Soon enough, the party wound down, and the one by one, the guests began to leave. Bella was in the kitchen cleaning up when Carmen approached.

"I need to have a word with you Bella."

"Can't it wait," moaned Bella, "I must clean up before going to bed."

"I'll help," she said, grabbing some wine glasses and emptying the contents into the sink.

"Thanks."

"So, how are things going with you and Zane?"

Bella's head snapped up and she looked around. "I don't know what you're-"

"Really Bella, don't be so naïve."

"Shall we discuss your affairs then?" Bella asked, cleaning the counter.

Carmen paused for a moment. "Touché. But I assure you, no one is near."

"That's what Grant thought and look where that got him."

"So, Zane," said Carmen, grabbing more glasses. "He's a nice guy."

"I agree. He bought Grant a nice bottle of wine."

"I was surprised to see him here tonight."

"Why?"

"You know why."

Bella paused. "What do you know Carmen?"

"I know for all practical purposes that you and Zane are still seeing one another and that Grant participates. At least, he watches. I know Grant cheated on you throughout your marriage and you wanted revenge."

"Justice," corrected Bella.

"Fine, 'justice.' And I suspect, that baby isn't Grant's."

Bella froze. Her hands shook. "Who all have you told?"

"Aside from you no one. Nor will I. Look Bella, you chose to give Grant another chance. Why, I have no idea. The man is a liar and a cheat. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he has another family somewhere."

"Get to the point Carmen," snapped Bella.

Carmen stepped up and put her arm around Bella's shoulders. "Zane isn't the kind of guy to settle down. He likes fucking women. All kinds of women. Even if this baby is his as I suspect, that won't change him."

Bella bit her lip. "Who says I want to change him?"

Carmen squeezed Bella's shoulders. "You know you suck at lying. It's why I can beat you in poker. Divorce Grant while you still can. Make him pay child support for the kids and alimony to you. Get rid of his cheating ass and move on."

Bella sighed. "He's been faithful."

"He always is when you're pregnant. He knows your hormones make you a raging nymphomaniac. Once you have this baby, he'll go back to his old ways. You mark my works."

Carmen withdrew her arm. Bella stood silently for a moment, then said, "How many?"

"What?"

"How many women did you get for Grant?"

Carmen paused. "Two. I'm sorry Bella. The first was before I knew you. I told him after the second we were done. And I swear, I never fucked him."

"Thanks. And thanks for Zane. He's a good guy." Bella turned toward Carmen and added, "I gave him an out you know."

"Who?"

"Zane. I told him I wanted nothing from him. It was his choice to stay involved or not."

"Bullshit."

"No, I'm serious. I knew going in that I was taking a hell of a risk."

"So, it's been his idea to still be in this pseudo relationship?"

"Yeah," sighed Bella. "And if tomorrow when I take him to the airport, he tells me it's the end, then it's the end."

"You can't be serious?"

"I am. Just promise me one thing, Carmen."

"What?"

Bella's eyes welled up with tears. "When he does, will you let me cry on your shoulder?"

"Of course Bella."

Carmen threw her arms around Bella and held her tight. The two women hugged for several minutes as Bella softly cried. Then they heard a man call out, "Carmen! Where are you?"

"That's Miguel. I'd better go."

"Thanks for coming," said Bella wiping the tears off her cheeks.

"Thanks for the invite."

"Carmen!" called Miguel.

"I'm coming!" cried Carmen. Then said in a calmer tone, "Goodnight Bella. Great seeing you again."

"Goodnight Carmen."

Carmen walked away and Bella resumed washing the wine glasses. Zane stepped in and asked, "Have you seen Carmen?"

Bella jumped. "She just left."

"Thanks."

Zane wanted to tell Bella he had heard their entire conversation, but he didn't. Instead, he helped her clean. Once the guests were gone, Grant came into the kitchen and said, "Everyone has gone. And since he's still here, I can assume he's staying."

Bella smiled wickedly, then said, "He's here as part of my gift to you Grant."

"Oh?"

"You've been so nice letting me fuck Zane pretty much whenever that I thought as my gift to you, you could fuck me. A threesome if you will. Zane will participate to help, but tonight is your birthday, and my gift is you getting to fuck me any way you want."

"You're fucking kidding," said Grant.

"She's not," said Zane. "She asked me about this last week to see if I was on board. We know you like watching, but have you ever been watched?"

"No!" exclaimed Grant.

Zane bit his tongue. He knew Grant was lying, but he didn't want to start a fight. At least, not tonight. "Are you afraid you'll be unable to perform?"

"Just what are you fucking playing at?" snapped Grant.

"Bella put a lot of thought into tonight," snapped Zane. "My purpose tonight is to enhance her pleasure. That's it. I'm not bisexual and have no interest in your ass, or any other part for that matter."

"It's a one-time offer Grant," said Bella, now frustrated and hurt with Grant's reaction. "Take it, or leave it."

Grant looked between Bella and Zane, then said, "I'll take it."

Bella breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Good. Then let's go upstairs."

As Bella led them upstairs, Zane quietly simmered. He was pissed that Grant was acting like such a jerk when Bella's gift wasn't that horrid. Then it hit him, Grant wanted a threesome with his wife, but with another woman, not another man. Zane brought up the rear of the group and followed them all into the bedroom. There were scented candles all around and a happy birthday banner on the wall. Bella slipped off her dress to reveal a sexy baby doll negligee that hung nicely over her pregnant belly. Both Zane and Grant smiled at the lovely view before them.

"Go on," whispered Zane, "go to your wife."

Grant walked up to Bella, took her into his arms and kissed her. Zane took a seat in the chair that Grant normally sat in and watched. It only took a moment before Grant said, "Would you mind if Zane got you ready for me?"

"Is that what you want?" asked Bella.

Grant looked over at Zane who was sitting quietly. "Yeah. He gets you ready, I fuck you. And I want your ass tonight."

Zane quickly covered his mouth to hide his smile. He knew that was the one thing Grant had been denied since their affair started.

"Is that all right with you Bella?" Zane asked.

"It's what Grant wants," said Bella, "and tonight is his birthday."

Zane quietly stood up and gave the chair to Grant. "Thanks for not sitting in it naked," grunted Grant.

"No problem."

Zane removed his jacket and tie as he said, "You do look lovely tonight Bella."

"Thank you," she whispered and unbuttoned his shirt.

Zane ran his fingers through her hair. His mind flashed back to their first night and how nervous she was. Tonight she wasn't the least bit apprehensive. The burning lust in her eyes told him how badly she wanted two men to fuck her tonight.




Getting Even Ch. 02: Grant's Birthday



Zane leaned down and whispered, "I'm not comfortable with a DP?"

"A what?" she asked.

"Hey! No secrets!"

Bella waved Grant off as Zane whispered, "It's when one man has his cock in you pussy and another man has his in your ass at the same time."

"Ewww!" squealed Bella. "Please tell me you're fucking kidding!"

"What?" exclaimed Grant.

Zane sighed as Bella removed his shirt and said, "I just told Bella I'm not comfortable with a DP."

"You?" exclaimed Grant again. "If anyone would be into a double penetration with a woman, it would be you!"

"Stop it!" shrieked Bella. "Don't either of you see how disgusting that is?"

Zane looked down at Bella and brushed her hair back with his fingers. "I'm sorry Bella. I thought... oh fuck Bella... I should have talked with you about this before. I didn't mean to upset you."

Bella sighed. "Sorry. But you two were talking like I wasn't here."

"I know," said Zane, "and I'm sorry for that. Do you remember our first night?"

"Yeah," she said.

"What are you getting at?" asked Grant.

Zane ignored Grant. "Remember how I asked you what you liked? What positions? What sex acts?"

Bella smiled. "Yeah. It was nice. I knew what I was getting myself into with you."

"Well, you never asked me what I liked."

Grant grunted, "Aside from another man's wife."

"Oh how rude of me," said Bella. "Zane, what do you like to do with a woman, sexually?"

"Many things. I like to kiss her, touch her, and make her feel like the most beautiful and most desired woman in the world. But there are a few things I won't do."

"And those are?" asked Bella.

"I don't do men," said Zane flatly. "And though I've tried it once, I do not like doing a DP on a woman. There are a multitude of reasons, but the biggest one has to do with the woman."

"What do you mean?"

"It's a dangerous act that could cause her harm or permanent injury. Now, I'm not against a spit-roast."

"Figures," grumbled Grant.

"A spit-roast?" asked Bella.

"One man fucks either her pussy or ass, and the other fucks her mouth," explained Zane. "Would you be willing to do that?"

"If Grant would, then sure," said Bella.

"Only if I get her ass," said Grant.

"It's your birthday, man," said Zane. "This is your gift."

"Don't worry Grant, I got your favorite condoms and plenty of KY," said Bella.

"How did you know-"

"Really Grant," interrupted Bella, "do you want to finish that sentence?"

"Just get on it then," growled Grant. "I want to fuck your ass for my birthday after lover boy gets you all primed."

Zane clenched his fists, then sighed. He knew better than to let Grant bait him, so he just took a deep breath and kissed Bella, passionately. "Now, where were we?"

Bella giggled and began to remove is pants. "Should I suck your cock now or wait until later?"

"Later please," he said. "Let me please you first."

"All right," she said, moving pillows on the bed. "I can't really lie back on my back and be comfortable. Do you mind if I'm kinda sitting?"

"Not in the least," said Zane, as he removed his pants. "Will my head bother the baby?"

"Excuse me?" asked Grant.

"I just mean, for me to eat your pussy, I might have my head against your stomach," explained Zane.

Bella smiled. "I may need to move once or twice but if you're willing to work with me, we can make it all happen."

Bella started to climb onto the bed when Zane stopped her. "Hold up. You're a lot over-dressed."

Bella giggled as Zane removed her nighty and panties. Seeing her naked, her belly swollen with child, possibly his child, made her even more beautiful. "Now, you may climb on the bed."

"Thanks," she said.

Bella got comfortable on the bed, lying back and slightly inclined. Zane crawled onto the bed, between Bella's legs and pushed them apart.

"Is that okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said.

Zane took a deep breath. Pregnancy had changed Bella's aroma, and to Zane, she smelled even sexier than before. He looked down at her swollen lips, moist with arousal, and smiled. He saw her belly ripple slightly, then still. He smiled and kissed her belly softly, then kissed the outer lips of her pussy. Bella moaned softly, and purred. Zane smiled, then proceeded to kiss and lick. Her taste was still just as intoxicating as before, but there was a subtle difference. Zane knew it was due to her pregnancy. 

While Zane ate Bella's pussy, like so many times before, Grant began to undress. He knew he needed his cock ready, and he didn't want to risk wasting any time for fear Bella would change her mind. Thinking back, he wondered why he'd ever agreed to this arrangement.

Grant knew he loved Bella, she was a good woman and a great mother. Yet, he enjoyed the thrill of fucking other women and as had happened before, he was starting to miss that thrill. His wife was enjoying the pleasures of another man, right before his eyes, and he couldn't enjoy the pleasures of other women. Well, he decided silently, tonight he was having his wife's ass. He would fuck her hard and prove to her once and for all, he was the better lover, and the better man.

Bella shifted her weight, then pushed Zane's head into her pussy. "Yes lover, just like that," she purred.

Zane had two fingers deep in her pussy, and one in her ass. His tongue lapped at her clit as his fingers worked. Though he didn't like DP, he didn't mind using his fingers to drive Bella nuts. Her breathing changed and they all knew, she was close. Zane curled his fingers to touch her g-spot and Bella squealed as her pussy clamped down on his fingers and her juices soaked his fingers and face.

Grant stood up. His cock was hard and pointing out. It was his turn to fuck his wife.

Zane pulled back and smiled. "Amazing as always Bella. Are you ready?"

"Yes," she gasped.

Zane quickly moved out of the way and helped Bella reposition herself. She moved to her hands and knees and positioned herself so her ass was at the edge of the bed. Grant grabbed the condom and rolled it onto his cock as Zane put some KY in her ass with his finger.

"Hey!" snapped Grant. "That's my wife's ass there. I'll put the fucking lube in it."

"I was just trying to help," said Zane, raising his hands in the air defensively.

Grant snatched the KY from his hand. "I'll lube her ass thank you very much."

Zane shook his head and moved around to face Bella. "You don't have to suck my cock while he fucks you."

"I know," she purred. "I want to suck your cock."

Zane smiled as he positioned himself in front of Bella so she could suck his cock. "Is this okay for you?"

"Oh!" she squealed. "Easy Grant! And yes Zane, that's fine."

Grant growled and pressed his cock against her rosebud. "It's not like it's your first time."

"You don't need to be cruel," she snapped.

"Sorry," he said. "Are you ready?"

Bella took a deep breath. "Yes Grant."

Grant pushed the head of his cock and watched it disappear into her anus. Bella gasped. Grant slapped her ass and said, "That's my girl!"

Zane closed his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to watch. He felt Bella's hand grab his cock and guide it to her mouth. "Will you let me fuck your mouth tonight?" he whispered.

Bella nodded her head as Grant began to thrust within her ass.

Zane fucked her mouth as Grant fucked her ass. They quickly found a rhythm that created a unique sound of balls slapping, slurping, and squishing. Bella moaned on Zane's cock as she licked and sucked.

"Fuck Bella!" exclaimed Grant. "Your ass is amazing!"

Bella grunted something that sounded like thanks, but never stopped sucking Zane's cock.

Grant slapped her ass periodically as he fucked. With each blow, Bella squealed with excitement. Then her second orgasm hit. Zane held her head firmly and fucked her mouth the way he had so many times before. He was trying to decide if he wanted to cum in her mouth or on her face when Grant moaned, "Fuck! I'm cumming!"

Grant pumped harder, then with a final thrust, held his cock firm in Bella's ass. Zane pumped harder in Bella's mouth, then pulled out, stroked his cock, and shot his spunk on her face, hair, back, and Grant's chest.

"Oy! Watch it!" snapped Grant.

When Zane finished, he said, "Sorry man, sometimes it has a mind of its own."

He looked down at Bella. Cum was dripping of her beautiful face. She licked her lips and smiled. "Tasty."

Grant slid his softened cock out and threw the condom into the trash. "That was a hell of a gift Bella."

Bella crawled off the bed. "Excuse me boys, I need to clean up. Grant, I'll see you in the morning. Zane, are you staying?"

"I told you before I was," said Zane.

"Wait! It's my fucking birthday!" exclaimed Grant.

"Not anymore Grant. Check the time," said Bella as she disappeared into the bathroom.

The clock read, 1:03. They heard the shower start. Grant looked at Zane and said, "You do realize once my daughter is born you're out of here."

"You think so?" said Zane.

"I fucking know so," said Grant as he gathered his clothes.

Zane wanted to throw the truth in Grant's face, but instead he said, "The only one who can end this is Bella. Not you."

Grant paused at the door, then said, "Bella's little game is about to come to an end. Mark my words. She'll tire of this soon enough. She always does."

With his final words, Grant stepped out. Zane was curious about Grant's final words. He heard the water stop and a moment later, Bella emerged with a towel somewhat around her body, drying her skin. She looked at Zane and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Please Zane, don't lie to me."

"Just something Grant said while you were in the shower."

Bella finished with the towel, and hung it up. Then sat on the bed and said, "What did my idiot husband say?"

"He said after his daughter was born our affair would end."

"Oh. He's said that to me as well. I just tell him, we'll see."

"He also implied this isn't your first affair."

Bella laughed. "Pot. Kettle. Black. Zane, I told you the truth. I swear I never cheated on Grant."

"Then why did he say you're, quote, 'little game is about to end,' and you'll tire of this soon enough."

Bella leaned back on the stack of pillows she had set earlier and sighed. "Zane. I have been a stay-at-home mother since I got pregnant with Tommy. I quit my job because Grant demanded I do that. I figured when Tommy started school I could return to work, but then I got pregnant with Sophia. Funny thing was, I had just told Grant my thoughts on going back to work just weeks before he got me pregnant. Don't get me wrong Zane; I love my children. I just... I just wanted to be more than a party hostess. I wanted to show my children a woman can be more than just a wife and mother."

"You think they don't know that. Tommy tells me how his friends think he's lucky because you're home to help with homework and attend field trips. Sophia loves that you can work in her classroom once a week."

"But Zane, I want to be more than Grant's wife, or Tommy and Sophia's mother."

"And you are. What was it you did before you quit working?"

"I was a personal assistant. Some might say I was a secretary."

"You know, you could do that from home."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Especially now with the internet the way it is. Virtual assistants are really a growing field. My boss has a virtual assistant. Mind you she didn't start that way, but after she broke her leg in a car accident and couldn't come into the office, he set her up at her home. Hell, I haven't seen her in months. She's since recovered from the accident and had three kids."

"But it's been so long since I worked. Would anyone hire me?"

"I would."

"You're biased."

"Seriously. For as much as I travel, a virtual assistant would be a huge help."

"But I'm three months away from delivering."

"Okay, how about this. I'm working on a promotion. If I get it, I'll need an assistant. I'll call you to see if you're interested. If you are, then great. If not, then no big deal."

Bella smiled and shifted her weight. "I like that idea."

"Are you all right?"

"She's kicking the shit out of me. She's never been so active."

"Is something wrong?"

"No. I think the sex wound her up."

Zane laughed. "May I touch her?"

"Sure."

Zane placed his hands on her stomach and felt the rippling underneath. "Oh fuck! Is that a foot?"

"Probably."

"It's so tiny."

"Yeah."

"And you're sure she's mine."

"She won't do this for Grant."

"It's pretty late Bella. Maybe we should try to get some sleep."

"I'm game, but I'm not sure she is."

"It feels like she's not moving as much."

They climbed under the bedding and snuggled up. Bella pressed her stomach into Zane and quickly fell asleep. Zane felt her stomach ripple, then a slight bit of pressure against him. He smiled, blew a kiss toward her belly, and drifted off to sleep.

~*~*~*~

Bella was fixing breakfast when Grant came downstairs. "You're up early," he said.

"Zane has to leave soon so I wanted to make sure he had a good breakfast," she replied.

Zane walked into the kitchen, freshly showered and dressed. "Good morning all."

"What's good about it?" grunted Grant.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," said Bella, handing both men a cup of coffee.

"Thanks," said Zane.

"What's for breakfast?" asked Grant

"Omelets," said Bella. "Do you want your usual, Grant?"

"Sure."

"Zane, what kind of omelet would you like?"

"I'll pretty much eat whatever you're willing to fix. Just throw everything you got inside."

"Figures," grunted Grant.

Bella began cooking, ignoring both men. The kitchen filled with the smell of cooked vegetables and meat mixed with the coffee brewed. She fed Grant first, then fixed Zane's eggs. Grant smiled and mouthed, "I got fed first."

Zane just shook his head and sipped his coffee. Bella handed him his plate and said, "Enjoy."

"Thank you," said Zane.

"More coffee?" she asked.

"Please," said Zane.

"About time," grunted Grant.

"All right Grant," snapped Bella, striking the table with her fist. "What's your fucking deal?"

"Nothing," said Grant, stuffing a mouthful of his omelet into his mouth.

"Bullshit!" snapped Bella. "You've been growling all fucking morning. Hell, I fed you first hoping it was just an empty stomach, but I can see that's not the problem so what is it?"

"Fine," said Grant. "How much longer are we pretending we're a happy family? Especially with old 'Uncle Zane' hanging around."

Bella began fixing her eggs. "I don't know. It's not like I'm planning this."

"Well I for one am tired of it," said Grant. "And I'm tired of your fucking games, Bella."

"My games?" questioned Bella.

"Yes," snapped Grant. "Your little game with Romeo over here."

Bella laughed. "Well isn't that the pot calling the kettle black."

"What does that mean?" asked Grant.

Bella sat down with her food and took a bit before she spoke. "So you want me to tell you the truth, eh Grant?"

"Why yes!"

"And will you tell me the truth?" she asked.

Zane knew where she was going with this. "Should I leave?"

"No," said Bella. "I need a witness."

"Fine Bella," said Grant. "Aside from him, who else have you fucked during our marriage?"

"You," said Bella, coldly.

"Liar," hissed Grant.

"Please," said Bella. "When did I have time to cheat? Between diapers and morning sickness. Sophia is just now in school, and before that there was Tommy."

"So you're telling me that he's the only other man you've fucked in ten years."

"Try twelve. I didn't even cheat when we were dating."

"What about that one guy?" asked Grant.

"What one guy?" asked Bella.

"Oh fuck, what was his name... oh... Parker!"

"Parker's gay. He's been my friend since I was in elementary school and I swear to you, we never fucked. He doesn't like girls. Well, not sexually anyway. I can't believe you're jealous of him."

"He's not gay!" barked Grant.

"He is, Grant. Now, let's cut the crap and get to the real issue."

"And that would be?" asked Grant.

Bella took a deep breath. "When did you get your vasectomy?"

Grant had made the mistake of taking a drink of coffee at that moment, and subsequently started to choke. Zane chuckled into his hand as he finished up. Bella continued to eat in silence.

"What... what are you taking about?" asked Grant.

"Really Grant?" asked Bella. "I told you before, I know about everything."

Grant stared at Bella, then looked at Zane. "If that were true, then that baby you're carrying..."

"Is most likely Zane's," said Bella, finishing up her last bite.

"There is no fucking way that baby is his!" screamed Grant.

"Easy there, Grant," said Zane. "Nothing is certain yet."

"Is that why you've been hanging around?" snapped Grant.

"What business is that of yours, Grant?" asked Bella. "You snuck behind my back and got a fucking vasectomy so you wouldn't get your whores pregnant. Then you have the nerve to bitch that Zane might have gotten me pregnant. Yet, you've been acting like this is your child. Well news flash Grant! After she's born, I'm getting a DNA test to find out which one of you is her father."

"I'm not raising another man's child," said Grant.

Bella gathered up the dirty dishes. "You haven't exactly been raising the two you already have."

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Grant.

"In the four months Zane's been around, he's done more with Tommy and Sophie than you have their entire lives!"

Grant looked at Zane. "Stay away from my children."

"Why?" asked Zane. "I've done nothing wrong."

"You've been fucking my wife," said Grant.

"With your permission. Remember that?" snapped Zane as he grabbed his jacket. "Look, much as I'd love to stay and watch the rest of the show, I've got a bag to pack and a plane to catch. Bella, I'll see you at two. Good day to you both."

Zane quickly left and walked to his car. Bella ran up to him and said, "I need your address."

"Oh, right," said Zane, smiling. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a business card. "Here. I had this ready for your yesterday. Be there before two please."

"I will. Goodbye Zane."

"Bye Bella."

They shared a quick kiss, then Zane climbed into his car and drove off.

~*~*~*~

At 1:45, there came a knock from Zane's door. He opened it to find Bella standing there dressed in a cute maternity dress and flip-flops. She stepped into his apartment and sat on his couch.

"So Zane, when does your flight leave?"

"At five," said Zane. "I was hoping you could be here early for one last session."

"It's why I'm early."

Bella lifted her skirt to show she wasn't wearing any panties. Zane was instantly hard as he unzipped his pants and freed his cock. Bella knelt on his couch with her ass in the air and wiggled it for him. Zane slid his cock into her already wet pussy, hearing that tell-tale squishing sound.

"Oh Bella," he moaned.

"Fuck me, Zane," said Bella. "Please!"

Zane didn't hesitate, but began thrusting hard and fast. He gripped her hips and pounded her pussy though two orgasms before emptying his own balls into her. Once his cock softened up and fell out, they each cleaned up. Zane loaded his bags into Bella's van and they headed off to the airport.

"Did you two fight after I left?" asked Zane, breaking the silence.

"Yeah. He's pissed that I knew he was shooting blanks."

"And?"

"He called me a whore."

"What did you say?"

"Pot, kettle, black. He keeps insisting that I cheated on him, but I swear Zane, there was no man before you. The only thing I was fucking besides him were some sex toys I bought for myself. I mean, a girl does have needs."

"Why does he keep accusing you of cheating?"

"Because when I realized he was cheating on me, I pulled away. He wasn't lying when I said I had stopped sucking his cock. But I did it in hopes he'd start paying more attention to me. Sadly that totally backfired on me. It got to where he treated sex like his marital duties. I became his human cum dump."




Getting Even Ch. 02: Grant's Birthday



A tear rolled down Bella's cheek. Zane reached over and wiped it with his thumb. "So that's why you wanted another baby."

"Yeah, kinda. I'm sorry I used you like that Zane. But I gotta tell you, these last six months have been the best Grant has treated me in years."

"So why did you tell him you knew?"

"Usually Grant would be faithful during my pregnancies. He did with Tommy and Sophia. But now, I suspect he's getting itchy. That's why I wanted his birthday to be his best fuck. I didn't count on him wanting you to prime me as he called it. After you left he demanded to know between the two of you, who fucked my ass better."

"What did you say?"

Bella smiled. "I lied."

Zane smiled. "Really now."

"Hey, he did what I knew he would do, he fucked me until he got off. I only came because you had me so excited. By the way, loved how you shot your load on him."

Zane chuckled. "Yeah, I was surprised that happened."

They pulled into the airport and parked. Zane unloaded his bags and together they walked to the terminal. Zane checked his bags in, keeping his briefcase in his hand. When they reached the TSA screening area, they knew it was time to separate. Bella reached into her purse and removed a manila envelope.

"Here," she said, handing it to Zane. "Promise me you'll open this when you're alone."

"What is it?"

"A gift."

The boarding call for Zane's flight came across the terminal. "Damn. That's my flight. I've gotta go."

"Go. Let me know you arrived safely. See you when you get back."

Zane took the envelope and threw it into his briefcase. "See you when I get back."

With a kiss on the cheek, and a quick hug, Zane headed into the security area. Bella watched until with a final wave, he was gone. She slowly walked out to the parking lot, sat in her van, watched planes take for several minutes, and cried. There was a part of her that feared that might be their last meeting, though she didn't want it to end.

~*~*~*~

Zane arrived at his hotel room in Nice, France. He looked out at the beautiful view of the evening sky, and the rocky beach. He remembered he needed to text Bella, so he did so quickly. He knew there would be no response for several hours, then it would be a short reply. He was meeting his new client in the morning and there were some documents he needed to go over. He opened the case and saw the envelope Bella handed him.

"Right. My... gift."

Zane took the envelope and opened it. Inside were several pictures and a piece of paper. One was a picture of Tommy and Sophia holding a sign that said, "Hurry Home Uncle Zane."

Zane smiled. The next was a picture of a pregnant Bella wearing the same sexy nighty she wore on Grant's birthday. The last two though, made Zane pause. They were two black and white sonogram pictures of his daughter. Zane set the pictures down, picked up the piece of paper, and read the note.

Zane,

The kids wanted to make sure you didn't forget them. I wanted to make sure you remembered me. I also thought you'd like a picture of your daughter-to-be. I never asked you to be faithful to me, but if we could ever be a couple, I would. After she is born, I'm filing for divorce. I've had my fill of Grant and his crap, and I want to be with you. If, however, you decide you'd rather be the eternal playboy you are, I will understand.

All my Love,

Bella

Zane set the letter down and looked at the pictures again. He liked the idea of an instant family, but he wasn't sure he was ready. He put the letter and pictures back into the envelope, and back into his briefcase. He pulled out the documents for his meeting, and began to review them.