43 comments/ 128721 views/ 11 favorites It Just Could Not Be! By: magmaman He was thinking that perhaps he should have been paying more attention long ago? Mark Brown stood there behind a row of low bushes, looking over at the woman that just came out of the department store. She was dressed fit to kill, far too much cleavage for the middle of a weekday morning. Her overly high heels caused her breasts to sway with each step, he realized they were certainly not encumbered by any undergarments. Even from the distance from where he stood, he could clearly see the darker circles of her nipples though the pale material of the blouse. The skirt was short, ridiculously short, offset by fishnet type stockings. So short that anyone that saw her would turn to take a second look, and the few people nearby were doing exactly that. The woman reached the corner and stopped for a moment, her steps had the short choppy style women get when they have on heels overly high. She adjusted the small purse, tugging the strap up higher on one shoulder. Then she reached down with her other hand, lifted her heel to briefly inspect the shoe, like she had felt herself step on something. The very short skirt had a split at the hem on both sides, for a moment the top of her nylons came into view, held in place by straps and a white lacey garter. The woman had obviously taken great effort to appear spectacular. The woman was his wife, Kathy! Yet it could not be her, Kathy was always dressed conservatively, modest. Her normal attire was slacks and a blouse, sometimes a vest, or a dress that would fit in with a typical business type atmosphere. He had never seen her like this, not looking like an on the expensive side lady of the evening. It was a shock to his system, this just could not be. He had seen her that way many times at home, teasing him delightfully in the privacy of their bedroom or living room. Often that would start earlier in the evenings, after dinner he would settle into his favorite chair. Then she would begin the game, coming out in one of his shirts, a single button holding it closed. Sitting carelessly, she would expose just enough skin that she knew he would notice. Mark loved those times, Kathy would sit with her knees pulled up into a hug, knowing he could see almost all the way between her legs. Then appearing to adjust her recliner for more comfort, she would tip it back and elevate her long legs. The torment would continue until she got him to grab for her. More than once he had taken her on the carpet, a few times he had her bent over the washing machine in the middle of a weekend afternoon. The strip teases were the best, she would begin to dance for him, using peek a boo moves mercilessly until finally he would go after her in total lust. More than once his sperm was already flooding out before he could even get her down, but that didn't matter. Mark always stayed firm anyway, and those orgasms took longer to reach and were the finest of all. +++ Mark blinked and looked closer, there was no doubt. This was her, his Kathy, the lighter colored wig she wore was not enough to disguise her. Whatever she was doing, she was not doing it for him. He felt a mixture of lust for her and an inner shock at seeing this, realized he had an enormous erection. She was teasing, like she often did at home, yet she was on a public street? Suddenly it hit him that he had his hand in his pocket, touching himself. Looking around quickly, he saw a matronly older woman nearby staring at him with an odd expression. She glanced out at the woman across the street and back, giving him a knowing grin that made Mark blush. He quickly headed for his rental car, his face flushed red. +++ Mark was supposed to be in Denver, that is what he had told his wife Kathy just the morning before. He really hated the idea of lying to her, it was something that in over three long years of marriage he just had not done. Of course he met a solid string of females while traveling, no end to them at all. The job was big business, conferences, planning and trouble shooting. Mark looked and sometimes felt the urges he remembered from when he was single, but no way would he ever act on any of them. He was far too much in love with Kathy, she was wonderful, his entire world when he was home. Even half way across the Nation, he counted the moments until the huge jets took off. It meant home, a few weeks with her before the next project. This situation that had developed with her was actually not something he felt he could approach head on, with a confrontation. He had to know the truth, know what she was up to and seeing it with his own eyes was the only way to be sure. That is exactly what he should have done, but there was that one terrible experience far back in his own life. Deep down, his fear was that his wife Kathy was having an affair. That was something he would not be able to stand for, he knew that. Even the thought of that had caused his fists to clench, he had even managed to draw a drop of blood from one of his palms before getting himself back under control. Not again. He knew he would not be able to take that, not again. +++ His first marriage to what had turned out to be a genuine bitch named Jasmine had broken up over exactly the same thing, two short years into that one he lost track of her at a party one night. The party was at a rather large estate with nearby woods and trails, there were lots of places to vanish to and Mark was almost in a panic, thinking she had fallen into the close by river or gotten lost. He didn't find her until nearly an hour later, she was as completely drunk and stoned as a human being can be and still stand up. This had now happened several times, Jasmine had no control over her use of alcohol and it was becoming an irritant. Often her eyes looked odd, reddish, but she denied every using any kind of drug. Once every couple of weeks or so she insisted on going out with her friends, time alone and just for her she called that. Those normally ended up with her staggering in late and sleeping until the next afternoon. Another irritant, and the last few months a source of frequent arguments. The arguments weren't really bad, Mark was always fairly mellow and didn't even raise his voice much. Jasmine's denials that anything was going on usually settled things down, Mark believed her. It was just the drinking, the late nights. They were infrequent when he was home, but several times his phone calls went to voice mail when he was out of town. Mark spent a lot of time out of town on his job, so for the first year he simply did not know about those nights out. Jasmine would be there at home when he arrived, everything perfectly normal. One trip he came home early, she wasn't home. When she did get in around 2 AM, she was fairly well soused. That was when she told him that she just got bored being all alone so much and sometimes went out for drinks with her girlfriends. "Girls night out, no boys!" She told him. That should have raised all sorts of red flags, since that is how things get started. But she insisted that it was just the women having fun, nothing going on. After that, she sometimes went out even when he was home. The current party they were at were mostly people she knew, Jasmine had insisted this time he come along, telling him she was sure he would enjoy himself. "This party will have most of the husbands there, and lots of pretty women, you will like it." She smiled. "But I won't know anyone there." He had protested. "You will real quick, they are lots of fun. Plus you will get to meet my girlfriends." She smiled again in encouragement. He really hadn't enjoyed it much, the people were all on the loud and wild side, far too much for Mark's taste. He saw several of them over in the corner passing a pipe back and forth, he knew what that was and didn't like it one bit. Mark did dance a few times, uncomfortable when every single one of them plastered themselves too close to him. Several of the women there had on outfits that displayed one heck of a lot of skin, including Jasmine. He had questioned Jasmine about that when he saw her come out in the dress, anyone who looked at her would certainly know what her breasts looked like. The outfit did cover her but that was all it did. "You are going to wear THAT in public?" He had asked her. "Sure! Don't you like me looking sexy?" She answered. "Well, yes, but...." "I am wearing it for you, honey." She said, giving him a sexy smile. He didn't mind all that much, she did look hot. It flashed into his mind that after the party he would get to take it off of her, so he relented. A few times while dancing with one of the women he caught Jasmine's eye but she just grinned. He really tried to dance with Jasmine most of the time, self defense was what that was but she was constantly being dragged away by some guy out onto the tiny dance floor. Finally he went over and spent some more time with some of the men there. That was mostly listening to them talk about women, the one taller man named Jonathan bragged quite a bit. Mark decided he wanted out of there, this group of people didn't fit into his way of thinking at all. When Jasmine finally walked in a side door, one glance told him that she had way too much to drink again. It wasn't even 11 PM yet. Of course Mark loaded her up and dragged her home over some protests, then she passed out on the way. He was in the process of trying to carry her into the house when he discovered her lack of underwear. That had turned out ugly, the evidence was obvious once he had stripped off her outer clothing. She had managed to wake enough to protest her innocence, but then returned to her comatose state. Normally far too mellow from trying to avoid arguments and confrontations, this time Mark saw red. Leaving her at the house, he had taken a quick drive back to the party. Heads turned to stare at him when he shoved the door open. Music continued to blare in the background. It took some doing, but after messing up several people and breaking one heck of a lot of furniture he had found out who it was. The asshole was named Jonathan, the guy had insisted on being called that and would bristle if someone called him John which Mark had discovered quickly when he tried to fit into their conversations. Jonathan was the self proclaimed lady's man he had listened to earlier, Mark had already told Jasmine to stay away from him when he managed to get a dance with her. She didn't. When Jonathan walked up to her and reached out to take her hand and tug her out onto the dance floor, she went. That had irritated him also, the guy didn't ask, it was like he expected she would. But she had been dancing with everyone. One man there tried to protest that he thought Mark knew all about it, hell, everyone there was just having fun, he said. "Jasmine comes over all the time, you had to know that. It ain't a big fucking deal, bud. Help yourself, there is pussy everywhere here." He said, reaching out to put a hand on Mark's chest. That wasn't so bad, until the man gave him a little push. He was the first one to feel Mark's wrath. He simply broke the man's arm, he dropped with a high pitched scream. He looked up at Mark, yelling that it wasn't him, it was Jonathan. Mark went looking for Jonathan, but he had already escaped out the back door. Several of the men there then attempted to subdue him. Things got seriously out of control. Mark's mind was in a red haze, he really didn't remember everything they said he did. Apparently he had remembered his very intensive military training. +++ It was three long days before he got out of jail that first time, long enough for his own bruises to ease somewhat. He sat calmly in his jail cell, waiting. The year and a half he had spent in an enemy prison camp had given him patience, he had developed the ability to take a lot of abuse. He could sit and wait, in time things would come. Mark had not been released from the prison camp, he and two of his fellow soldiers had gotten together and just left. Four of the enemy had died that night. Several more had died chasing them, had they realized what they were dealing with, they might have not made the attempt to recapture them. Once in a long while Mark would hear from one or the other of the two men. Just simple hellos, one had gotten married, the other was working with a team overseas. Mark had written and mentioned his own marriage, getting some brief replies. Not one word was ever mentioned about that period in the prison camp, or the aftermath. Not one word. Mark never even told Jasmine, it was something he didn't want to remember. +++ During those three days in jail there had been no sign of Jasmine. That didn't matter, though, Mark just sat and waited. Then his lawyer somehow got his bail reduced, they came and told him he was free to go. Waiting works just fine. +++ It was nearly full two months later when he got out of jail the second time, having found Jonathan's car parked in front of the Plum Tree lounge less than two hours after having been released. That had been easy to spot, it was a bright red low slung sports car of some kind. Jonathan would require one hell of a long time before he would be able to take advantage of someone's wife again, if taking advantage was what it was. The surprise was that he dropped the charges, the people that owned the house Mark tore all to hell sure didn't though. That cost him $14,000.00. Worth every penny, he felt. When the Cops showed up at the Plum Tree lounge and ordered Mark to stop, he didn't. He was fairly busy with two bouncers at the moment, they were trying to keep him away from Jonathan. So first one cop, then the other tazed him. Mark stiffened and went down from the first one, stunned, but with a struggle he came right back to his feet. Reaching down he jerked the wires loose. Furious, he moved towards the officers. The second Cop nailed him too, his body went stiff with shock and down he went again. Then he actually gathered his strength and stood back up the second time. "Jesus!" One of the Cops muttered. Mark was still insanely mad, but when he saw the one policeman draw his sidearm he knew what was coming next, so he struggled and managed to raise his arms. His legs wouldn't work well anyway, he had tried. Mark could take one hell of a lot, but even he could not function well when being tazed. In handcuffs, they deposited him in the cell. The one officer looked at him, then released the handcuffs. "Watch this motherfucker, he is on PCP or something." He told another policeman, getting a nod from the large and very heavy set guard. Mark just sat down on the wooden bench, folded his hands together in front of himself, and waited. Waiting works very well. +++ Jasmine? He saw her just one time after, she wanted half of their assets and got it, not a thing he could do about that. The courts did not appear to really care about the why of anything, it was just divide everything, sell everything that couldn't be divided. So Mark's lawyer talked to Jasmine's lawyer, except for that day they both had to be there to sign the documents. There was no "I'm sorry", or "I really love you!" etc. No tears at all, her discovery of what Mark was capable of ended any thoughts she might have had of trying to sort things out. Mark had never really told her much about his military years, some things he just didn't want to talk about. Suddenly Jasmine found Mark to be frightening. That had been a genuine shock to her system, Mark was always reasonably mellow and agreeable, so easy for her to get her way with him. Then she heard the stories, he had not turned out to be the man she thought he was. She had woken up that morning after the party all alone. There was a pounding on the door, not realizing she was completely naked she opened the door and Marie stood there with Sam, one of the men who had been at the party. Sam appeared frightened, he had bandages on his face and one arm in a sling. Marie had looked frightened also. Looking across the table at the man who had been her husband, Jasmine saw the expression in his eyes and scooted closer to her own attorney. She knew that if Mark had his big hands around her neck, the expression would probably be just like that. So it was just half and gone. He had no idea where to and he didn't care. The worst part was that he got a year's probation and had to attend anger control classes. "Swingers, dirty sex, violence, it amazes me what people do." The sour faced old judge said, shaking his head. Then he pronounced his sentence, banged the gavel and that was it. Just the restitution, time served and probation. And the silly anger control classes. Hell, Mark was normally on the mellow side, he wasn't an angry man. He had been mad, there is a difference. +++ One surprise was when he called about his job, his boss Gerald was tickled pink to have him back. Things had been best described as in the toilet with Mark gone. He didn't even ask what all went on, it was "Get in here, thank God!" Of course the newspapers had had a field day, it isn't that often one single man puts a half dozen other grown men in the hospital with nothing but bare hands. Still, no one at work asked any questions, no one commented. Mark spent more time on airplanes that he did at home due to his job. That was a good part of what was wrong with his first marriage, Jasmine was a bit of a hottie and not the type one left to her own devices for days on end. It turned out that lots of things had been going on, then at that party she apparently figured he would go along with all the sexy shenanigans. Many of their bedroom sessions involved role playing, Jasmine was always the start of that and Mark just went along with it since it appeared to please her. Since she thought Mark seemed to get a kick out of that, always extremely virile, Jasmine was convinced he would be up for the real thing. After all, there were several quite attractive and willing ladies there and a few of them made their attempts at Mark that night. He did notice the touches on his arms, the excess cleavage, the big smiles, but he also did nothing at all except talk a bit and dance with a few of them. Jasmine had had a little chat with her friend Marie, she was perfectly willing to put the move on Mark. So Jasmine had slipped out the side door to meet Jonathan when she saw Jonathan's wife Marie move in on Mark. Marie was half oriental and half Italian, big busted which was easy to tell since she nearly always had them on display, and once she set her sights on a man it was pretty much all over. She managed to distract Mark just long enough for Jasmine to vanish, but that was it. He never even saw the surprised look on her face when he turned away from her to go find his wife. Jasmine had been right there, talking to a small group of people, when he looked up again, she was gone. After asking several of them and getting nothing, he checked the house. He felt a mild panic, she had to be outside somewhere but he had no success at all in finding her. Then he came back inside and there she was. Mark had earlier wanted to get out of there, he wasn't blind. Jasmine had told him to relax and go with the flow, that it was just a party. She was already well on her way to being in the bag. Mark was not the type to just go along with any of that, as it turned out. +++ Something somewhere was always completely fucked up at work, the crew at the warehouse could screw up a wet dream. Mark's job was to fix the screw ups. Of course the crew should be fired, no doubts about that. But one was the owner's son, the other one was his cousin, his sister was the book keeper. Everything went smooth as silk until goods got to distribution, then good lord could that bunch mess up the works. It Just Could Not Be! So much so that Mark was falling behind trying to fix things, then his boss Gerald decided to have someone give him a hand. His divorce was barely final the day he met Kathy. One look at Kathy and Gerald realized she was perfect. Mark could handle most things, the difficult ones with a male boss he let Kathy pour on the sex appeal, the smiles. Kathy was personality 101, and she had the ability to command attention dressed in normal business clothing. She always managed to have even the crabbiest customers smiling before she was done with them. Things were fine the first few months, Mark was used to her quickly. She dressed nice, she looked nice, if anyone on the planet was a perfect personality, it was Kathy. Slender but mildly soft looking and with a delightful hint of sexuality, Mark got along with her famously. Within a few short months of working with her periodically, he realized she never missed anything. He found that he liked her, enjoyed being around her, working together. No way in hell would he touch her, though. Mark was at a stage in his life where he was not about to touch any woman ever again, at least he thought so. Not in any kind of close relationship, anyway. Mark hated women, his experience with Jasmine had soured him almost completely on them. But being used to regular and somewhat animated sexual activity with Jasmine left a big hole, so Mark even tried a couple of times with hookers. That was easy, in his business he ran into quite a few ladies of the evening. Fancy hotel lounges all had their fair share around. He quickly realized it was just as much fun to jack off, and it cost way less. He just wasn't into sex for the sake of sex, he always managed to perform but it also left him feeling like something was missing. Watching a woman pick up some cash and stuff it in her purse and leave after an hour or two of pretend lovemaking left him emotionless. Now that he was traveling with Kathy about half the time, he found himself approached far less. The truth there is she looked far more expensive than most of the typical working girls. They shared quite a few meals and conversations. He listened as she talked about a few boyfriends and her troubles with finding anyone that was a "keeper" as she called it. He told her about his problems in his first marriage, skimming over his reactions to it all. She didn't ask anything about that, Mark had a feeling she knew though. But she showed no signs at all of being afraid of him, instead she appeared to be perfectly at ease with him. In just a few short weeks they became fast friends, not one time was there any more than just that. +++ Yes, things were fine, until that one trip to Chicago. They had gone to the hotel to check in, somehow the desk had screwed up the reservations. They had just one room left, and some crazy convention in town, as a dozen calls to other facilities all showed full up. Mark told Kathy to go ahead and take it, he would just park himself in the lobby. "Oh, don't be silly. You can room with me, we are both adults. Besides, you don't have a wife to get suspicious, and I don't have a husband so who cares?" The room was not what he was used to, either. Normally he got a suite, this was just a room. There was a small couch, way too small to sleep on. He even tugged on the bottom of it, hoping it was a day bed, but it wasn't. One single chair, one table, a phone and a TV set. And one bed. Mark was sitting in the chair tapping away on the laptop when Kathy came out of the bathroom, her hair damp and hanging in dripping strings, a bath towel wrapped around herself. It was the first time he had ever seen her with no makeup, her face and skin scrubbed. It was also the first time he felt himself react from looking at her, for some reason being fresh and squeaky clean, normal, she looked wonderfully sexy. It didn't help his situation one bit that he was sure she was naked underneath that fuzzy bath towel. It covered her body, but that is all it did. He gulped, took a deep breath and glanced away. "Your turn!" She smiled, taking over the chair as soon as he got up. In the shower, Mark picked up the single bar of soap, he looked at it and lifted it to his nose, getting just a hint of the smell of her. There was a tiny hair embedded in the soft bar, he picked it off and held it in his fingertips for a moment before dropping it. The hair was short and curled, he knew what that was. He felt himself go fully erect, struggled to get that under control. After all, Kathy was his fellow worker, it just would not do to have thoughts like that about her. It flashed into his mind to masturbate, but Kathy was right there, outside the door. He was afraid she might hear, know what he was doing. So he washed the bar of soap, and washed himself. He found a towel and dried off, sliding on his boxer shorts and his robe he always brought along. He walked out and came to a stop. Kathy was sitting in the little wooden chair in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. She had the towel laid across her lap, other than that she was naked! Her bare breasts hung from her upper body, moving gently with the motion of the hairbrush. Her nipples were a mildly darker shade of pink than the surrounding flesh, shaped like half a Walnut shell. His view was from the side, but the reflection in the mirror on the wall hid nothing at all. She looked up at him with a smile, noticing his surprise. "Relax, it's no big deal, we work together." She said, then returned to brushing out her hair. Mark had no idea at all why working together would make this all right, but he went and sat down in the other chair, clicked on the TV. "I sleep this way too so I guess you will just need to get used to it." She smiled, getting up and standing there naked now, facing him with no sign at all of shyness. Her body was soft and feminine, almost completely hairless except for a thin strip right above her vagina. One glance told him for certain where the tiny hair he had found on the bar of soap in the shower came from. That strip pointed like an arrow to her loins, they protruded, obvious and wrinkled. The way she stood he could even see that at the very center of her opening, the flesh opened outwards like a flower. Kathy had one hand carelessly on her hip, a sly smile on her face like she was really enjoying this. Mark struggled with himself to not look at her, and failed miserably. Once again he felt himself begin to erect. Nervous, he looked down and then unable to stop himself he looked at Kathy again. She stood there quietly, smiling, letting him look at her. "I was thinking that I would..a blanket will be fine, I can sleep on the floor." He said finally, after what seemed to be several minutes but was only seconds. "Oh, don't be silly! We are both adults. Besides, we have to be at the office downtown by 9, we will need our sleep." She said, walking right by him to the small bed, reaching out and turning the covers back. Sliding in, she hesitated for a moment, her legs open, one on the floor and one up on the bed. This exposed her vagina completely. Mark had given up trying to not look at her, his mind was now filled with lust. She was open, inviting, she even looked to be slightly damp. He very nearly just reached out and grabbed her, but the combination of surprise and her completely relaxed manner gave him pause. Then she tugged the covers up over herself, patted the bed, rolled over facing away. There was that moment in there, but now he was confused, unsure. That is how Mark and Kathy ended up sharing a double bed in a low cost hotel room that night. It would have helped a lot if it had been a King size bed, or even a Queen size but it wasn't. The bed was just a double, she was right there. Mark turned his back and moved as far away as he could, trying to give her room. He could feel the heat from her body, and was completely aware that she was totally nude. Her body wasn't amazingly beautiful, rather she looked like a normal middle thirties young woman, soft and with an ever so slight sag to her medium sized breasts. There was a little bit of roundness at her abdomen, she was hairless except for that thin strip right up the center, an apparent wax job. What was surprising was her almost complete lack of concern about being totally naked in front of him like they were a long term married couple or something. It took Mark a very long time to fall asleep, but finally he managed to fitfully doze off. +++ "I love you so much!" The voice in his dream told him. The vision of Jasmine's overly large outer lips wrapped around his erection flashed into his mind. She had complete control over her vaginal muscles, making love to her was like an explosion. There was no face in the dream, just that voice, those sensations. The vision changed, now it was Kathy's face, that smile. She lifted her hips towards him, her legs open. Mark felt himself thrust, then thrust again without success. He was having sex, but something was wrong? He felt motion, it woke him up. It was pitch dark in the room. For a few moments he had no idea where he was, then he felt the body move alongside of him again. Somehow Kathy was now in front of him, close. He realized he had one arm draped over her side, his fingertips brushing the side of her bare breast. Quickly he drew it back. "Are you OK?" He heard Kathy whisper. "Yes, fine." "You keep poking me with that thing, it wakes me up." Her voice had a soft giggling tone to it. "OH! God, I am so sorry. This bed is way too small." He realized he had an erection and it was sticking out from his boxer shorts. "Why don't you go in the bathroom and take care of that?" She was still whispering. "I...I don't..." Mark was terribly embarrassed now. He had wanted to do that earlier but he was afraid she might hear him and know. "Oh, what the hell! Here, let me help you!" She suddenly sat up and turned his way. He felt her feeling for the towel she had left on a nearby chair, her other hand reached out and grabbed him, she didn't even pull his shorts down. It was so dark he couldn't make out her face. "I...wait!" Mark managed, but it was too late, her hand was now very busy. He lost all control and allowed that. It didn't take her two minutes and he felt himself release. She sensed it also, even though it was still pitch black in the room. He felt her use the towel to catch his seed, she wiped him up and let go. Dropping the towel onto the floor, she rolled over and was back asleep in minutes. The only sound she made was a tiny soft titter, she didn't say another word. Mark lay there completely flabbergasted, from the time they had entered the room it was one surprise after another. When he woke up, Kathy was sitting in the chair fully dressed, looking at him. She looked beautiful. "Morning, sleepy head. I was about to wake you up, we need to be at the job in an hour." "OK." Mark groaned and rolled out of bed. That was when it hit him that he was now naked himself. "I took those off you, they got a bit yukky last night and I didn't want to mess up the bed. You sure do sleep soundly!" She smiled sweetly. He had no idea at all when she had done that. "I...uhh..." Mark hesitated. "Go on, get up. I have already seen it, it's a nice big one, too." She was still grinning, then she laughed. That was delightful, like music, but it made Mark blush again. Lord! Mark got up, stood there naked for a moment, aware of her eyes on him. That caused his penis to begin to rise, he quickly moved towards the bathroom. "I really do like that!" She called out as he went into the bathroom and closed the door. Then she giggled. Mark had to masturbate, he thought the shower would cover any sounds. It did not take very long. +++ They got to the office right on time, Mark handled the situation down in the shipping department in less than an hour. Kathy was up in accounting, he had seen the grin on the rather heavy set older shop foreman's face when he got a look at Kathy. He had seen that before, and knew to just let her handle that part. Finally she came out, they took a cab back to the hotel. At the desk, they both got suites for the night as the convention had cleared out. That evening, they shared dinner, once in the elevator he asked her if she wanted to come to his room. "No, thank you. I need to get some sleep." She smiled sweetly, getting off on her floor. Mark rode the elevator on up to his own room, completely confused. He hadn't even kissed her, yet she had sat up and masturbated him the night before like it was something normal, just something she needed to do? +++ A couple of times over the next few weeks he asked her for a date, she turned him down every time. Then they flew together to Dallas, Mark was thinking maybe they might get together there but it was the same. They shared meals and taxis, worked together, she went to her room and he went to his. It was like Chicago had never even happened. Finally at dinner their last night in Dallas, he asked her straight out. She had masturbated him, been naked in front of him, yet now she acted like they were just fellow workers? "We were just in a room together, that is all that was. I wasn't about to spend an entire evening trying to cover up, it's not a big deal since we are both adults." She smiled as she took a bite of her meal. "Yes, but you...?" "Oh, that? You kept poking me with it, I know you didn't mean to because you were snoring. I was pretty sure you weren't going to go take care of it and I needed to get my sleep." "Oh. I guess I understand...?" "No, you probably don't. I was just trying to make you comfortable. It's no big deal, unless you think that makes me...easy?" She was looking right into Mark's eyes at that. Mark blushed profusely. "No, it's not that..I just...Oh, I don't know what I thought." "You asked me out several times and I said no. That's because I didn't want you to think anything bad about me. I am not easy. But if you really still want to, I will go out with you, as long as you don't think it's just going to end up with sex." "Kathy, I would love to date you!" Mark blurted out. "OK. I would like that too." She grinned at him. +++ Mark was happy that first night he picked her up at her apartment. He pushed the security button and she answered instantly, telling him she would be right down. It was almost a half hour before the door opened, it was worth the wait. Kathy was gorgeous! Gone was the business suit, she had on a pretty full length dress, a shawl over her shoulders. "Do I look all right?" She did a little spin. "Fantastic!" Mark managed, after gulping a couple of times. She certainly looked different than she did in her usual business attire. Dinner was nice, dancing was even nicer. Kathy was getting quite a bit of attention since she was easily one of the prettiest women in the room, several men came over and asked her to dance but she turned all of them down with a smile. It was one of those evenings that Mark wanted to never end, by the time they got back to her apartment he knew he wanted her. She turned to him and thanked him for the nice evening, then leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Quickly she turned and went inside. He was suddenly alone and did not want to be. He wanted to be with her. The way she had melted into his arms when they were dancing, the way her voice sounded when she laughed with him during their meal, the smell of her, a trace of Lavender, everything had combined to make him want her. Those were feelings, sensations that Mark had thought he would never know again. Mark barely made it to the sidewalk, and was just getting into the cab when his cell phone rang. "You didn't ask to come up." Kathy's voice said. "No. I wasn't..I didn't want you to think...?" "Would you like to?" Her voice had a sultry teasing tone in it. "Yes! I would! Very much!" He answered. "If I let you, are you going to stay? You won't get up and leave in the middle of the night?" She asked. "Yes. I will stay." Mark knew he meant that, too. "Hurry, Mark." She said, and hung up. Mark handed the cabbie a wad of cash, not even sure how much, getting a huge grin from the guy and a thumbs up as he almost ran for the door. She pushed the button to open it just as he got there, he didn't wait for the elevator, instead ran up all four flights. Kathy was standing in her open doorway when he got there, panting. "I love you, Kathy!" He blurted out. Had anyone even suggested that he would ever say those words again, Mark would have laughed at them. She looked directly into his eyes, then her own eyes filled with tears. "I thought so, I hoped so. I love you too!" Then she was tearing at his clothing. The next morning he woke to find her sitting in a chair near the bed, completely nude. She was looking at him, the covers were pulled down and he was also naked. "I never knew." She murmured. "Never knew what?" Mark asked. "I never knew it could be like that." She smiled. "Come here." Mark patted the bed beside himself. He did know, there is such a huge difference between plain sex and sex with love. He had loved Jasmine, completely. But she had destroyed that love, and nearly destroyed him in the process. Now once again, he was in love. The entire world seemed bright again. Mark went back to his own apartment just one time after that, that was to get his things and move out. Kathy went with him to help. +++ Kathy quit her job much to the chagrin of Gerald. There was a solid string of replacements after that, finally a mid thirties housewife named Samantha took on the job and she worked out just fine. In short order Sam and Mark became friends, they worked well together. But Mark didn't really like the times away from Kathy, although there was nothing to be done about it. Kathy never showed even a speck of jealousy even though Sam was quite a beautiful woman. It was obvious that Samantha was completely in love with her own man so there was no real reason to anyway. Every single time Mark came home from his trips, Kathy was there waiting for him. One of the really fun things she would do was be sitting there naked when he walked in the door. Mark was almost used to that, it was strange but fun. For some reason it never really crossed his mind that this was odd, since Kathy dressed mildly conservative most of the time. Just every once in a long while, they would be going out somewhere and she would floor him with outfits that would best be described as mildly sexy. "Wow!" Was his typical reaction. "You like?" She would smile, doing that little spin she did so often when she dressed sexy like that. "Yes, but you sure are showing a lot!" Mark would tell her, one dress she wore with no bra and if anyone got even slightly above her or even from the side, her nipples would show. "Is it OK? I am with you." Those words caused a tiny chill to flow through Mark, he had heard Jasmine say almost exactly the same thing that night everything went all to hell. But this was his Kathy, he knew he could trust her completely. Looking so beautiful, so sexy on his arm made him feel proud. "I guess. As long as you are careful, at the right angle I can see right in there." He said. "I will be careful, I know it's kind of peek a boo, but it's just to turn you on, Honey." She hooked her arm in his and out they went. Mark by now knew very well what the evening would be like, and he also knew he was in for one of those crazy bedroom sessions once they got home. The first few times she acted like that, Mark had asked her about it. Her answer was always the same, she said she felt sexy and wanted to get him all excited. It Just Could Not Be! That certainly worked. Mark was happy with her anyway, it was just that those little episodes when she changed from a housewife type to by all appearances a woman dressed to attract struck him as odd. The other part he noticed was that it was always during those longer periods when he was not out of town. If he was working out of the local office for more than a few weeks, he could nearly always count on Kathy wearing what he had come to laughingly call her "Hooker" outfits. But those outfits were not outrageous, just pretty and sexy, except for the one dress and she did seem to be cautious about it. +++ Now he was looking at her, her attire a manner that shocked him. He would not normally dream of letting her out of the house dressed like that. That first day that Mark saw her out dressed that way without him was different, he was headed to the airport for an overnight flight out at 11 in the morning. It was a quick run, off to Portland for just one night, then right back the next afternoon. His cell phone rang when he was in the taxi to the airport. Gerald told him that everything was handled, so he had the taxi turn around and went back home. Kathy wasn't there. Her car was gone, Mark thought perhaps she had just gone shopping but he had only been gone for slightly over an hour. By 4 that afternoon, she still was not home. That was the very first time Mark had any suspicions at all. Curious, he called a taxi, had them take him to a rental car agency. He drove the rental car back to his house, parked far enough down the street that he was sure he would not be noticed. It was almost 8 PM when their car drove up. She got out, went inside the house. She had on one of those naughty outfits, it was one he had not seen before, so short that the very bottoms of her butt cheeks showed even when she was standing upright. That was way naughtier than any of her so called "Hooker" outfits. Mark waited for over two hours, but no one else showed up. When he saw the inside lights go out, he started the car and drove to a motel room. Visions of what had happened in his first marriage flashed into his mind. There was only one reason Kathy would go out dressed like that, she was in one of her naughty moods. If she was, that meant she was doing it for someone else, not him. Upset, he just could not sleep, so he got up at 4 in the morning and drove by their house to check again. The lights were still off, there were no other vehicles and no sign of activity at all. The next day he returned the rental, grabbed a taxi and arrived home right on schedule. Kathy came out of the kitchen, happy to see him. She was wearing one of his shirts and nothing else. She made it rather obvious that she was in the mood. Mark begged off, telling her the flight had been terrible and he didn't feel well. Dinner was fairly quiet, he did ask her what she did while he was gone. "Oh, I did some shopping and stopped for lunch at a cafe. Then I went to the mall and spent the day window shopping. Hey, I got some new shoes, they are so cute! I want to wear them the next time we go dancing!" She smiled. That evening she slid into bed totally nude and he just could not resist. Over the next few days everything appeared perfectly normal. Mark now was watching her more closely, but there was not a single sign of anything going on at all. No phone calls that were not normal, no emails in her files, easy since he knew her password. The only thing he found were several checks written to someplace called "Carmen's" and he had no idea at all where that was. He looked in the phone book, it was just a woman's clothing store. About two weeks later he made up a story about a Denver trip, and that he would be gone for two days. "Is Sam going with you?" She asked. "No, she is headed off for LA. They don't need me down there." That part was true. "Oh." Was all she said. +++ Now Mark stood watching Kathy as she came out of the department store. She was dressed as slutty as he had ever seen her, lots of people were turning their heads to take a second look. He had been following her discretely all day. She had stopped and looked at some items in a clothing store but bought nothing, then she had gone to a cafe and got what appeared to be some iced tea. Mark kept waiting for some man to show up, several approached but they said something and she just shook her head no. Two older men were sitting at a table nearby, Kathy got their attention quickly. But she didn't appear to even notice them, as she sat there with her legs carelessly apart. She had a small advertiser in her hands and looked to be reading it intently. Mark was quite a distance away, not wanting to be seen so he couldn't tell what she had on underneath the very short skirt. He was sure the two men could though, especially when she crossed her legs at the ankles. This was something he had never seen Kathy do when they were out together, when dressed in her shorter dancing outfits, she was careful. Then she got up, turned and walked away down the street. She went into a parking garage, so Mark went back to his rental. She drove out and turned down the street, he followed along as she drove a few miles to a shopping center on the outskirts of town. The department store was huge and several floors, they had escalators that he could see from out in the parking lot. The front windows of the place were so large that there was a never ending window washer outside. Kathy walked in and went right over to the escalator. She appeared to pay no attention at all to anyone around, one couple stepped on a moment later. Mark watched as the man looked up, then did a double take. From clear outside Mark could see Kathy's bare butt cheeks. She must be wearing just a thong. When she stepped off at the top, Mark took the risk of being spotted and went in. He found her quickly, she was bent over facing away from him, a man stood nearby on the other side staring at her. The top of her outfit could not possibly stay in place. Glancing down, Mark now knew Kathy had nothing at all on underneath the skirt! She started to turn, he barely managed to step aside in time to keep from being seen. What in the world? What was she doing? It looked like she was wandering around exposing herself to strange men? Was she trying to pick one up? Mark was hopelessly confused. Not wanting to create a scene inside the store, he went back out to the parking lot to wait. About a half hour later, Kathy came out carrying a large sack. She walked over to her car, opened the back and put the sack inside. Two men sat nearby in a pickup truck, they were looking at her with huge grins as she bent over. She showed no signs at all of noticing them, but it was obvious that her breasts would be bare from their angle. She stood up, closed the trunk, then went over and unlocked the passenger side door. Leaning in with her rear end pointed their way, she seemed to be doing something in the back seat. The two men were now craning their necks as she stayed leaned over like that for as least a minute. Then she stood up, walked around and climbed in behind the wheel. Mark started his car and drove up alongside her. Kathy glanced over, not realizing for a moment. Then seeing Mark, her face turned white. He got out and went over to the passenger side, it was locked but she reached down and pushed the button. "What are you doing?" He asked her flatly as he sat down. "I...I was just...I was shopping. I thought you were in Denver?" She sounded completely flustered. Both of her hands were gripping the steering wheel, she was looking straight ahead. "Shopping? Dressed like that?" Mark waved his hand at her bare legs, her over exposed cleavage. "I'm....oh, God!" She put her face in her hands. "I don't understand this, are you trying to pick up men or something?" "Oh, Mark, no! Oh, No, it's not like that. I would never..." "What, then?" Kathy looked at him, then she appeared to try and compose herself. "Let's go home, honey. I will tell you when we get there.", She said. "No. I want to know right now!" "When we get there. I will explain it then." She looked at him with a strangely stubborn expression. "All right." Mark got out, went over to his rental car. Kathy started hers and he followed her to the house. She was inside by the time he got there, she slipped through a yellow light and he had to stop. Kathy was sitting in her easy chair wearing a robe when Mark walked in. She had even scrubbed the makeup off of her face. He didn't say anything, just went and sat down on the couch. "I really didn't want you to find out." She started, sounding hesitant. "Find out what? What in the hell is going on?" Mark said. "Please! Just listen." Mark nodded, waiting. "I...have this...problem. Sometimes I get..an urge, I can't help it. I....expose myself..to people." She looked at him for a reaction. "Expose yourself? You mean..like this?" "Yes. I don't know why, I just do it." "You mean, naked? You want men to see you...naked? I thought you were..having an affair?" "Oh, God no. I love you, I don't want to be with anyone. It's just that I can't really help it. Sometimes I just have to, so I..dress up and go out, shopping, things like that. I know people can see me but I act like I don't notice." "That is a surprise, why didn't you just tell me?" He asked. "I tried sometimes, like when I...dress up to go out with you? That helps me to control it more but you always acted protective of me." "You never said anything about it." Mark said. "I didn't think you would understand, you would think I was a slut or something. When you told me about your first wife, you were..so angry it was almost scary." "She was fucking around on me, you say you aren't. This is..different? I never realized. Why? What causes it?" "I don't know, the urge comes over me and I can't help it. I have always felt like this. I even went to a Doctor about it, all he did was give me some pills that didn't work, those just made me feel numb and stupid." "That night in Chicago, that is why you just....?" "Yes, that was..wild." There was a brief flash of pleasure in her eyes at the memory. "Way more than anything I have ever done before. You saw me naked, I wanted you to look at me, see me. It made me so crazy excited that if you had just reached for me I would not have been able to stop you. I was already in love with you even then, honey." "I didn't realize that, you acted so normal, like it was nothing?" Mark felt a glimmering of understanding some of what had happened. "Yes. I am pretty good at not letting some things show. When you got all hard and were rubbing up against me in your sleep, it made me feel alive. I lay there having little orgasms from that, just from you having seen me, feeling you touch me. You rolled over and put your arm over me, I felt your..cock.. God..it poked me..I thought you were going to...then I just had to..do you." Mark watched as her body shuddered slightly. Did she just..orgasm? Kathy was calmer now, she seemed to relax. "Did you just climax?" He asked her bluntly. "Yes. Sometimes I do that when people look at me, I do that sometimes when you do." She answered in a tiny voice. "But you wouldn't even go out with me, even after...?" "I know. When you asked me out, I was afraid you just wanted..sex, so I said no. I wanted to but knew I couldn't. I have had boyfriends, they usually just want to play for awhile and then they are off to someone else. I wanted you but for keeps, not just...I was afraid that if I did let you, I would be just another slut to you. Then I thought that if I just told you up front there would not be any sex, then maybe..?" "But you called me right back up that first night?" "Yes. I made it to my room, but then I had to call you. The whole night, it was perfect. I couldn't stop myself, I couldn't stand it any more, I wanted to be with you so bad. I wanted you to love me back!" "Wow. I don't quite know what to say." Mark told her. He had heard of things like this, women that exposed themselves deliberately, but he had never really thought about it before. "Do you hate me? I can try and not do it.." "I don't hate you, I love you more than anything in the whole world. I just wish you had talked to me about it." "I tried to a few times, like when we go out sometimes? You always seem to like that, and you never take your eyes off of me. I love that. You really do like me looking sexy, then?" She asked, her head tipped slightly. "Yes, I do. It makes me feel good to know I have you, that I am the one that is with you, so I feel lucky. But you never actually...exposed yourself or anything like that when we were out." "Yes I did." She grinned. "What? When?" Mark asked. "I nearly always sit with my back to the dance floor, because other people are usually looking that way." "Oh. OH! You mean, with me sitting right there?" "Yea." "Now I feel stupid." "Don't feel that way, I am very good at...accidents." She grinned, then she looked at Mark closely. "You aren't upset, are you?" "No, not that much. I thought you were having an affair, I wouldn't have been able to stand that." "I never would, I love you." "I love you too, honey." Mark stood up and tugged her to her feet, hugged her. Kathy appeared to visibly relax at that, her eyes became damp, she reached up with one hand and dabbed at them. "Isn't this kind of stuff a little bit dangerous, Kathy?" Mark asked. "No, not really, I am usually at the mall or some public place. Then I do something like this." She let go and sat back down. Her legs came carelessly open, there were no panties. Mark nodded. He looked at her, sitting there like that. He felt his body react, like he always did. "So what do we do now, honey?" She asked after several long moments. "No more secrets for one thing." He grinned at her. "OK. No secrets. I will do anything you want me to, I really do love you, honey." "Well, I love you too, babe. I really do, it was all just a shock. I thought?...So you are an exhibitionist? That's amazing! Tell me, what did you do today?" Mark asked her. "I bought some shoes." A sly smile crossed her lips. "Really? Wearing...that?" "Yes. There is an older man at the shoe department upstairs at the mall, I think he likes me." She giggled. "I can just imagine." Mark laughed, he now felt relieved, there was no affair, although he was still absorbing this new revelation. "How many men have seen up your dress, anyway?" "I don't know, hundreds I guess." "No panties?" "Sometimes." She actually blushed again. He thought of the times they had gone out, Kathy dressed up pretty, so sexy. He always enjoyed those evenings, although nothing had ever really happened other than she got a lot of attention. He was thinking that now he knew part of why. "Would you like to see them?" Kathy now had that sly smile on her face. She got up and retrieved the large bag she had. Sitting back down, she tugged off the pair she had on, reached down and slid on first one, then the other. The way she did it exposed her completely, Mark watched as she did that, feeling himself quickly begin to erect. "You were like that, no...panties or anything, you let the clerk see your pussy? Do you let any of them..touch you?" He asked. "No." "Really? You just sit there and let the guy look, no underwear? That's all you do?" "No panties or anything, Honey. Yes, I sometimes let people look at me, just like this. Do you like my new....?" Was as far as she got, Mark stood up and grabbed her. He took her right there on the carpet, they actually crab walked across the carpet and part way down the hall as her thrusting legs caused them to scoot across the floor. After, she lay there in his arms, her eyes damp. "Are we OK, honey?" She asked, as Mark kissed her eyelids, then held her tightly. "I don't know how many times I can tell you I love you, honey. I love you no matter what. I think maybe I can deal with all of this, if that's all it is." He told her. Finally sitting up, she leaned back against the wall. "Oh, my!" She said, looking down. Then she grinned. "What?" "I need a new dress now! You got this one all yukky. Want to come along and help me buy one?" She purred. "Where?" "Carmen's boutique. They have four dressing rooms in the back with curtains, and a bench for the husbands and boyfriends to wait, it faces the dressing rooms. That is where I buy all of my "hooker" outfits." "Really? Women actually get their husbands to go shopping with them?" "They sure do down there! Carmen has it set up that way, deliberately I think. I will bet you will really like it, not many of the customers are very shy there. But they even have some magazines if you ever get bored!" Kathy giggled. "You mean other women go there and do stuff like..you do?" "Yes, a lot of the time. Carmen has about everything you could imagine in her shop, it's pretty busy." Mark laughed at that. Things were still all right. He also realized he was getting another erection. "Carmen's it is, then." He told her. She glanced down at him and grinned. This was going to be one crazy wild ride, he thought. His Kathy, showing off herself? In public? He knew that he loved it when she was dressed up pretty, but how was he going to react when she did something far more? He really had no idea at all. "One thing, I don't want you out like this by yourself any more, OK?" He told her. Kathy looked at him, hesitated. "OK." She said, finally. That wasn't very convincing, he thought. There was just one possible answer. "I leave for Chicago next week, how about you come along?" He told her. Kathy blinked at him for a moment. "OK. But it's not on your expense account. That's why I don't..." "I don't care, I want you with me from now on! There is no way in hell I will leave you here alone now." Kathy hesitated again. "OK. I will. But can I? You know, dress up sometimes?" "Honey, you can wear anything you like." "That might be a lot of fun, I will need a couple of new outfits though." She grinned, as Mark got up and reached for her. "I guess that means you want us to go to that Carmen's place, right?" "OK. Let's do that tomorrow afternoon? Shopping is fun!" "Shopping? You do realize I am a guy, right?" Mark laughed. "I bet I can get you to like it." Kathy smiled.