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Jake's Tale

By: BillandKate



Note: The following two part story is not a Bill & Kate adventure; the events below are a retelling of what happened to my good friend, Jake. I've taken the liberty to tell Jake's tale in the first person, changing the names and using literary license regarding the dialog, most of which I did not hear first-hand.

Thanks for reading, 

Bill

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PART ONE 

My name is Jake and I'm sitting by myself in this shitty hotel room wondering why my life took such a shitty turn. Sorry for the profanity, it's not like me to swear, but I've just finished my fourth beer and a half pint of Jack Daniels. For the last twenty-one years I've been married to my best friend, or so I thought. Now that's all turned to shit (sorry again).

So why am I alone and half in the bag? When you've found your wife screwing another man you need to numb yourself or else the questions bouncing around in your mind can be overwhelming. What did I do wrong? Why didn't she talk to me before irrevocably ruining our marriage? Should I get a gun? If so, do I shoot her, him or both? And the inevitable - is he better/bigger than me in the sack? Those are just a few of the questions driving me mad. 

Both my wife Sarah and I are in our early forties. Sarah was, and still is, the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Before her, I had a number of girlfriends, but never felt I was doing anything but settling; I always had my eye out for the next better girl. Not that I'm the best catch in the world, I'm no George Clooney, but I was good enough looking with a good enough body to always have a date on the weekends with a good looking lady. When Sarah came along, all that ended with our first kiss. 

We started dating my senior year and Sarah was a junior. Sarah was smart, personable, 5'6" tall and looks a lot like the actress Diane Lane. And our sex life? From the first time we made love, and we did wait until we were in love, it was the best. Sarah obviously had lovers before me, no one could do the things we did that first night without having had prior lovers, probably older lovers because most of the college kids I knew didn't have the repertoire of positions, moves and all around self-awareness that Sarah had. The thing is, I never asked her about it, I'm not one of those voyeurs like my friend Bill who wants to know about his wife's past or dreams of watching his wife with another man. Hell, I get jealous watching her dance with another man. 

I graduated from Stanford with a degree in computer science and a minor in business administration. I was able to get a good job right out of college, but unfortunately, the company I started with went belly-up with the dot-com crash. So much for being an instant millionaire. I did get another good paying job in Seattle, I'm a consultant of sorts. I design and install server systems for small to midsize companies. Although not a mega-millionaire, I pull down six figures and our family lacks for little in the way of material pleasures. 

We married the summer after Sarah graduated and within two years Alice was born. Since I was making a decent salary, Sarah stayed home with Alice until she started school. Sarah used that time to make a great home, get a start on raising an incredible daughter and get herself back to her pre-pregnancy size 4, toned body. I was living the dream.

When Alice started school, Sarah decided to work part time with a local not for profit as a facilities administrator. Which for her company meant handling personnel, maintenance and event scheduling. Alice continued to grow into a fine young lady and is now a junior at Sanford. 

My life, my family and my sex life with Sarah continued to hum beautifully. And then, just when you think you got the world on a string wrapped around your finger...

I typically travel a week out of every month. I can design from my desk after spending a day or two meeting with a client, then I spend a few days overseeing the installation. I was out of town when I received a call from my friend Tom.

"Hey buddy, where you at?" 

Did I detect a tone in his voice or was it my imagination? "Tom, good to hear your voice. I'm in Spokane on an install. What's up?"

"Well, it's been a couple weeks since we had a beer together. When do you get home?"

"Thursday evening. I'll be in the office Friday morning to finish the paperwork. How about we meet at the pub Friday at happy hour?"

"Good enough, see you then." 

It really wasn't that strange of a phone call, Tom and I shared a beer every few weeks. He had worked with me years ago, but had the cojones to strike out on his own and was doing quite well.

I got home Thursday evening with my usual "back home" bouquet of flowers and when I walked in the door was met by a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen. I yelled to let Sarah know I was home and she walked out of the kitchen wearing a smile and a cute sundress. 

"Hi babe, I missed you." She gave me a kiss and a hug. I took advantage of the situation by placing my hands under her dress and fondling her tight ass. As my fingers reached the crack of her ass, I smiled because she wasn't wearing any underwear. This woman could melt a glacier. I played with her ass a bit and reached the other hand around to the front. 

I got the shock of my life! There wasn't any hair; she had shaved completely! 

"You like?" she asked as we broke our kiss.

"Well, I haven't seen it, so I don't know. But I'm looking forward to finding out. Want to head upstairs?"

"Not right away. I knew what time your flight was coming in so I have dinner ready and two glasses of Chianti poured. Wash your hands and come in for dinner."

Chianti means Italian, which means great sex tonight. 

And the sex rocked my world. Immediately after we finished dinner I poured myself a double shot of Jack Daniels and headed upstairs. Sarah was pulling back the covers so I grabbed her from behind and slipped off her sundress. I turned her around and took a step back. I had never seen Sarah without pubic hair; she kept it trimmed, but this was bald. I've seen enough porn to know some woman can't pull it off, they just don't have the vaginal lips to make it look good. Once again, Sarah showed why even at 42, she's a 10. Her vagina was absolutely beautiful, her clit was sticking out of the lips, just begging for attention - which I immediately gave her. 

I threw Sarah back on the bed, stripped my clothes off and went immediately to sucking on that clit. I got a hold of myself long enough to slow down. My tongue bathed her labia, moved in and out of her vagina, then down to play with the sensitive area between her vagina and ass. The whole time Sarah was moaning, grabbing my hair and leaking fluids. Then I had an idea. I reached over, took a sip of the Jack Daniels and while keeping it in my mouth, started back on her clit. The Jack produced a slight burning tingle on my tongue, which meant it was doing the same thing to her clit. Sarah screamed in pleasure.

I kept enough Jack in my mouth to keep the heat on her clit and then the coup de grace. Two fingers pinching one of her nipples, two fingers inserted in her cunt rubbing on either side of her g-spot. Ten seconds of this and Sarah came. I replaced my fingers with my tongue and tried my best to catch every bit of fluid; I had never known Sarah to have such a gusher, but I did my best to get it all. I was thinking to myself, "Damn, I'll need to remember that Jack Daniels next time I go down on her." 

My cock was like a steel pillar at that point, I was hoping I could last more than a few minutes before blowing a load that was building up for the three days I was gone. I slipped right in, she was tight, but so wet I met little resistance, and started pumping in and out. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and then looked down. Every time my cock left her vagina I could see the foam from her orgasm coating my cock. That, combined with the sight of her bare labia stretched round my cock wasn't helping me hold my orgasm at bay. So I looked up at Sarah's eyes while my hands played with her breasts and pinched her nipples. 

The look in Sarah's eyes wasn't any less erotic than the view of my cock coated with her cum, but I lucked out; Sarah started to cum at that moment, the feeling was like a bolt of electricity entering me through my cock. I could feel my cock grow an extra inch; I let go of Sarah's breasts and cupped her ass cheeks. I pulled her tight against me while I came. 

She sat up while my cock was still semi-hard and sat in my lap, her arms around my neck, my hands still on her ass and we stayed like this until she leaned back so we could kiss. 

My cock slipped out of her vagina and we fell back onto the pillows. 

"God Jake, that was intense. So, tell me about those whiskey kisses, where did that come from?"

"It just came to me all of a sudden. Straight JD always makes my mouth and throat tingle, I thought it might have the same effect on you. But speaking of out of the blue, tell me about the shaving. I've asked more than once for you to try it, why now?"

"I just thought it might be nice to try something a bit different. Kind of a surprise after all these years."

At the time Sarah spoke these words, I didn't know how true they were.

Sarah and I had a nice morning when we woke Friday; coffee, kisses, a hot shower together. I went to work with a smile that a mule couldn't knock off my face; not a mule, but...

I met Tom that afternoon at our usual pub, but instead of sitting at the bar, Tom was at a booth in the back. He had a pint in front of him and as I walked past the bar Steven, the bartender, handed me a pint of a local IPA. I love not having to ask.

"Tom, what gives? Why the booth?"

"Jake, I needed to talk to you without interruptions and we'd get constant interruptions at the bar." Tom said this as he picked up his smart phone and hit the screen. "I was meeting a client at Palisades Wednesday afternoon. While I was waiting for my client to show I saw Sarah inside. I was just about to walk in to say hello when I saw her hands in his across the table. I was shocked for a moment, I really didn't know what I was going to do. But I had the where-with-all to take a picture. When my client arrived, I made an excuse and we went across the street to eat."

Tom held the camera for me to see and at that moment I felt like vomiting. 

The photo showed Sarah with a co-worker of hers, the Senior VP of their company. His name is Kevin Shearer and he's one of the biggest assholes I've ever known. Tom's smart phone camera had done a decent job of capturing the two of them. I couldn't see Sarah's eyes because of the angle, but Kevin's eyes showed pure lust and yes, their hands were together on top of the table.

If Sarah was having an affair with Kevin, then our marriage was over. I hated this guy. She could be fucking a Taliban terrorist and it wouldn't be any worse. I really hated this guy.

Let me tell you about him. Kevin comes from money, one of those silver spoon kids that never had to work for anything in his life and looked down on anyone who did, which of course includes me. The first time I met him was at one of Sarah's work functions three years ago. Kevin was new to the company and Sarah introduced us. I shook hands with him and the look he gave me was the same as if I had handed him a turd. I still tried to say something pleasant and he turned his back to talk to the CEO without replying. I mentioned it to Sarah that night after the party and she said that Kevin had a big ego and she hoped it wouldn't mean her enjoyment of the job would suffer. She even thanked me for trying.

A year later we were in San Antonio for one of Sarah's work related conferences. I took a couple days off work and went along, I could play some golf and visit the Alamo while Sarah attended the sessions. Kevin was there without his wife, two other staff had brought their spouses. The seven of us had dinner together on the second evening. 

One of the spouses asked me what I had done that day. "I went down and paid my respects at the Alamo," was my reply.

Kevin butted in, "I don't see what the big deal is with the Alamo. I went down there Sunday after arriving in town and it just looks like a junky old building. If they tore it down they could use all that land to put up something nice."

My blood was boiling at this point. Again, out of respect to Sarah, I kept my mouth shut. Even though I'm not a Texan, I consider the Alamo to be one of the holy places in the US. For thirteen days 150 men held out for the cause of freedom. I don't care if the history is revisionist or there's a bunch of myth surrounding the event - 150 men stood against thousands for the chance to control their own lives against tyrants. 

Later, Sarah asked me why I had been so quiet during most of the dinner. I told her what had happened, she was at the other end of the table talking to one of the others, and I explained I was afraid that if I said anything that I would be rude and embarrass her in front of her co-workers. Again, Sarah thanked me for keeping my tongue.

At various events Kevin continued to ignore me, which was fine by me. But last summer at Sarah's company picnic, things took a very bad turn. 

We were playing volleyball and I'm certain most of you know there are two kinds of volleyball players at these events. Most people know that the game is for fun, win or lose, who cares? Then there are "The Competitors", those are the guys, and it's mostly guys, that will do anything to win. These are the cretins that will hip-check a girl away from the ball just because they think they can make a better shot or they'll spike the ball at the seventy-five year old great-grandmother. 

Well, guess which category Kevin falls into? Go ahead - guess.

Sarah was off setting the tables for lunch and I was having fun playing volleyball. Had I thought about it, I would have gone on Kevin's team just to avoid any confrontation, but it's a company picnic for God's sake, so what's going to go wrong? Lots. The game was tied at 10 apiece when the lady next to me used my set up to hit the ball over the net in front of Kevin. She had a great big smile on her face and she put up one hand to give me a high five. I wasn't going to leave her hanging, so I slapped her hand and told her it was a nice shot. 

Our teammate served and as the ball was returned I jumped at the net to block the shot. The next thing I know is - I'm being kneed in the balls. I dropped to the ground and looked up to seeing Kevin grinning on the other side of the net. Son of a bitch, this was too much.

I was so mad that I ignored the pain, ran under the net, tackled Kevin to the ground and was just about ready to slug the bastard when two or three people jumped on me to stop what would have been sweet carnage. Of course, Kevin denied it was done on purpose and I'm certain most of those playing knew he was lying, but his denial contained just enough indignation that it made me appear as much, if not more, of the bad guy as it did Kevin. 

Sarah came running over and kept her cool, she didn't berate me in front of the others. We walked over to the side and I calmed down enough to explain my side of the event. For the first time Sarah didn't take my side. But, she didn't take Kevin's either, thank goodness.

So now you know why Tom's photo hit me like a punch in the gut. I finished my beer; Tom and I talked about what I would do, I told him it was too early to jump to conclusions. He said to let him know if there was anything he could do and I thanked him as I walked out the door. 

I sat in my car for 15 minutes or so, trying to think what my next move should be. I was too mad to shed any tears, those might come later, but for now I had to man up and think logically. I thought about hiring a private detective, but then I remembered the shop up north with the big "SPY SHOP" sign that I had passed on a few occasions. Maybe I could do this myself.

I drove north and walked into a techie toy store. I wanted a few items and the guy behind the counter couldn't have been more helpful after I gave a quick accounting for my visit. I walked out of the store a thousand dollars poorer, but with a battery operated GPS transmitter gizmo, a battery operated highly sensitive microphone, a receiver and a tape recorder.

I knew the weekend was going to be difficult. How was I going to face Sarah without giving myself away? I stopped at the drug store on the way home and bought a bottle of syrup of ipecac. As I pulled the car in the garage, I took a hit from the bottle. 

"How was your beer with Tom?" Sarah asked as I walked in the door. I held up one finger and ran into the half bath off the kitchen. I started puking my guts out. 

Sarah was knocking on the door, "Are you OK?"

"Bad fish at lunch, I think. I've been feeling a bit queasy all afternoon, had a beer with Tom, but thought I better get home. Lucky thing I made it home." 

"Is there anything I can do?"

"No, I'm going to lay down in the guest room, just in case this is the flu and not the fish." With that I went upstairs and watched TV in the guest bed. Sarah came and checked on me a couple times and I did my best to smile.

Saturday I moped around, pretending I was still under the weather. Sarah continued to act sympathetic and even offered to cancel her shopping trip with her friend Beth. I told her I was a big boy and would be OK until she got home. After Beth picked her up I went into the garage and planted the GPS tracker in her trunk under the spare. One down, one to go. 

I called my boss at home, told him I needed some personal days, but that I didn't want anyone to know. I stressed "anyone" and my boss got the idea; I was happy I didn't have to explain myself. "I'm not going to ask, but I take it this is serious, so take the time you need and let me know what I can do to help." That was the second person to offer help.

My next call was to my friend, Bill. I would have rather talked to him face to face, but that would have blown my "being ill" ruse. I explained everything to him. He already knew about my dislike for Kevin. Bill just listened and for the third time in two days I heard, "Let me know what I can do to help." It's great to have good friends.

Bill and his wife have a strange relationship. Bill likes to watch Kate have sex with other men. He tells me they have only done it a few times over the years. I've told him that I couldn't ever watch my wife screw another man or even kiss another man. He tells me the kissing is the hardest part. To each their own. They're great friends, but I still can't figure them out.

"Will you let me switch cars with you for a few days?" I asked, "I don't want Sarah to know I'm following her."

"Take the car as long as you need. When do you want to switch?"

"I'll be over early Monday morning. And thanks." We said "goodbye" and I spent the next couple hours making a list of what I needed to do if I found out Sarah was cheating on me.

I didn't want to make love with Sarah, so when she returned from her shopping trip I acted like I was getting better but that I was going to sleep in the guest room one more night, just in case. Again, she was very sympathetic. It was hard to believe she could be cheating on me because since I got home Thursday she's been as loving as she's always been. I had high hopes that my detective work would come up blank.

Sunday I walked into the kitchen and Sarah was at the table reading the paper. "How do you feel? Do you want some coffee and something to eat?"

"You know, I'm feeling much better. Pour me a cup of coffee and I'll make some eggs." We sat down to a nice breakfast and it felt good to have a normal conversation. I almost felt bad about what I had planned for later that day and over the next few days. 


Jake's Tale Ch. 02



Please read "Jake's Tale" before reading this story, otherwise it won't make much sense. As in "Jake's Tale," I've changed the names and some of the places. I'm also writing in the first person based on what Jake told me. Thanks for reading and voting,

 Bill



JAKE'S TALE – PART THREE

 It's been almost a year since our divorce was final. Next month is our daughter Alice's graduation and it will be the first time I've seen Sarah since our court date. I planned to fly down and spend four days in San Francisco, just to get away from Seattle for a while. 

 I've been dating a nice young lady for the past three months, but I didn't invite her to join me on this trip. For one reason, it was supposed to be about April and I didn't think bringing her mom's replacement would be nice. Another reason was I didn't want to rub Sarah's nose in the fact I was sleeping with a woman ten years younger than her. 

 Janice is a beautiful woman, think a 5'8" version of Elle MacPherson in the movie "Sirens" and I mention Sirens because like Elle, Janice spent most of the time in my apartment completely naked. She wore an apron when she cooked, but her bare ass would be on display even then. She planned to take me to a nude beach when the weather warmed up. And the sex with her was out of this world, just watching her pad around the apartment in her birthday suit kept me in a constant state of arousal. 

 Janice taught me things about pleasing a woman. I may be in my 40's, but I'm not too old to learn new tricks. She wasn't shy with regards to telling me what to do with my mouth, fingers or cock in order to increase her pleasure during our lovemaking. She is insatiable, I usually wore out after my second orgasm, but Janice was still ready to keep going. 

 After our third or fourth time together she took me downtown to the "Babes in Toyland" store up on Capitol Hill. Janice introduced me to the sales ladies and left me there with them. A half hour later I left the store with a variety of toys, lotions and assorted goodies.

 I'm pretty certain both sales ladies were lesbians, but they took me under their wings to help me with my purchases. Among the toys was a vibrating cock ring to keep me hard and stimulate the clit plus a couple of silicone dildos.

 That first night was something out of a porno. I used my mouth to tease Janice's nipples, moved down to her pierced belly button, then further down to her clit. While raking her clit with my teeth I grabbed the smaller of the two dildos and slowly pushed it into her vagina. The combination of the two stimuli gave Janice her first orgasm. 

 My cock was rock hard, so I put the cock ring on and replaced the dildo with my cock in her vagina. The buzzing cock ring hit her clit and Janice had her second orgasm. 

 I turned Janice over on her hands and knees to fuck her from behind. The buzzing cock ring was now vibrating Janice's anus triggering her third orgasm. I turned the cock ring off and bucked my hips trying to hit her cervix with my engorged cock. Since Janice already had three orgasms, I concentrated on my own pleasure, Janice helped by squeezing my cock with the walls of her vagina. I was having trouble cumming because the cock ring was too tight so I took it off and had to start all over again. 



My hips were pumping in and out. I stopped for a minute just to see what would happen and wasn't surprised to find Janice thrusting her ass back into my pelvis trying to keep the rhythm going. I grabbed Janice's hips and pulled her into me as I came, this triggered Janice's fourth orgasm. 

 And still she wasn't done. I had barely caught my breath when Janice grabbed the second dildo and handed it to me. This was bigger than the first, the tag said 8" X 2". It was big, but Janice's cunt was so wet and open that it slid right in as I pushed. Janice let out a stream of obscenities, grabbed my hair and pulled me to her sloppy clit. This was a first for me, but I went with it, it was my own cum after all.

 I don't have any idea how many times Janice came. I kept my tongue on her clit and kept ramming that dildo in her cunt, I almost got the whole thing inside her. She kept screaming until she squirted, it's the first time I ever saw a woman squirt. What a trip to see it!

 Janice fell asleep, finally sated. I grabbed a towel, put it down on the wet spot and dropped into unconsciousness.

 This was the first of many such nights over the next few months. But one morning we woke up and I could tell something important was on Janice's mind. "Am I invited to Alice's graduation?" What I didn't count on was Janice's reaction to not being invited. "So, you'll be down in San Francisco for four days with your ex-wife and I'm supposed to sit here by myself?"

 "I'm sure I'll see my ex, but don't plan on getting back together with her, so there's nothing to worry about."

 She looked at me as if I lost my mind, "The only person you've been fooling over the last year is yourself. Everyone knows you still love her. Her cheating didn't change that and I'm tired of waiting for you to get over her." And with that Janice got dressed and walked out of my apartment. 

 I didn't run after her, you can't argue with the truth. What hadn't been said was although I still loved Sarah, I haven't either forgiven or forgotten her betrayal, so my feelings of love were a moot point. I was still paying for Sarah's analyst and still waiting for her reason for cheating on me with Kevin Shearer. It was probably the third reason for going to Alice's graduation without Janice; hoping for closure.

 Saturday morning I flew to San Francisco, took a cab downtown to check in at the Marriott off the Wharf, then the train to the Stanford campus. I arrived a half hour before the commencement began. I looked for Sarah and saw her standing next to a man who couldn't be more than 30 years old. They weren't holding hands or touching, but they were obviously together. Once again I felt like a complete fool, Janice was in Seattle and Sarah had brought her young lover. I sat down where I could watch the ceremony without looking at those two.

 After the ceremony I sought out Alice to give her my congratulations. She gave me a great big hug and a warm "Thank you, Dad" before asking, "Have you met Jeffery yet?" Jeffery was the young man she'd been dating for the past three months and this was the weekend I would meet him. "He's over there talking with Mom." 

 I looked over and sure enough, it was the same young man with Sarah; I had jumped to the wrong conclusion. With a sense of relief we walked over to greet Jeffery and Sarah. I shook Jeffery's hand as we were introduced, but as Sarah moved in for a hug she must have noticed my body language, because she quickly backed away. 

 "Hello Jake."

 "Hello Sarah." Not wanting to spoil Alice's day I added, "Our daughter did great, graduating with a 3.8 and in four years, we should be very proud."

 We exchanged pleasantries before Alice asked would we mind if she and Jeffery spent the rest of the evening attending a few graduation parties. She wanted to say good bye to her classmates before they all went their separate ways. Alice added that we could all get together for dinner on Sunday. Agreed, Alice gave her mother and me a kiss and disappeared into the crowd.

 It was an awkward moment until Sarah asked, "Where are you staying while you're in town?" I answered down on the Wharf and she asked, "Can we have dinner tonight? I have some things I'd like to talk to you about. I'm staying in Palo Alto, but I rented a car and we can have dinner at Alioto's if you'd like."

 Alioto's was the Italian seafood restaurant I took Sarah for our first "romantic" dinner date when we were students. 

 I agreed to Alioto's and Sarah asked if she could stop by her hotel to change before heading downtown. We drove to her hotel and I waited in the lounge having a drink while she went upstairs. I was facing away from the doorway when I noticed a number of men look behind me with wide eyes. I turned to see the attraction. Of course it was Sarah, she was wearing a blue sexy but classy dress that did everything to show she had the body any twenty-something could only envy. 

 I did my best to avoid losing my composure, she handed me the keys to her rental, took my arm and we left the lounge. 

 On the drive north Sarah asked if we could wait to start the heavy conversation until after dinner. "I have a lot to tell you, things that I've talked over with Nancy, my analyst, things you need to hear. By the way, I can't thank you enough for supporting my counseling sessions, I believe your money and my time have been well spent, after tonight I hope you agree."

 We agreed to avoid the heavy stuff and concentrated on our jobs and Alice.

 Dinner was fantastic; calamari and red wine. We finished and walked across the street to the Marriott. We found a semi-quiet corner in the lounge and ordered two Cognacs. 

 "Kevin was my lover, if you can call it that, before I met you at college. He was a teaching assistant in my English Lit class when I was a sophomore. I was completely head over heels infatuated with him when he started to take an interest in me. I wasn't a virgin or a slut in college, but it only took a couple of private tutoring sessions before we were having sex.

 "And it was sex, I didn't love him and he didn't love me, that was obvious, but he used my body in ways that were beyond anything I imagined before. I became depraved and never said "no" to anything he demanded. My analyst says it was due to self-esteem issues and his superior nature. That explains why it happened when I was 19, but not when I was 40, but I'll get to that later.

 "I was his puppet. He even shared me with his roommate when he got bored. More than once he pawned me off to his roommate so he could bring home another woman to screw. That only made me try harder to please him and my life was spiraling out of control.

 "Luckily the school year ended and Kevin went overseas to finish his Master's degree. I tried to get my life back on track. I went home for the summer and spent three months working at my father's trucking business doing manual labor. My mother and father knew something was wrong, but I couldn't share because I was so ashamed of myself. 

 "I went back to school in the fall and that's when you and I met. You were the nicest, most thoughtful man - kind of the anti-Kevin. I fell in love with you before our third date, but I waited for you to tell me you loved me first; you did right across the street at Alioto's restaurant, then I knew I could share my feelings."

 At this point Sarah reached across the small cocktail table to take my hand. I let her, not saying a word to let her continue.

 "I was so glad you never wanted to know about my past because I was afraid if you knew you would leave me. So I just tried to forget about the past and concentrate on us.

 "Kevin showed up half way through my senior year and tried to get me back. I told him about you and that we were going to get married after I graduated. He threatened me, he was going to tell you what a whore you were marrying. I called my dad in a panic and suddenly Kevin left me alone. I'm certain dad, being in the trucking business, knew the right kind of people to handle the situation. But it's now obvious Kevin never forgave you for taking me away from him. 

 "And everything was perfect until Kevin walked into my office four years ago with my CEO announcing Kevin was my new boss. In hindsight I should have quit that day, but I was in love with my job, with my staff and our relationship was so strong that I fooled myself into thinking I could ignore Kevin."

 Sarah must have noticed the look in my eyes at her last statement.

 "Yes, I was stupid and arrogant. Kevin spent the next three years undermining our relationship and playing on whatever I had deep down inside of me, the things I had driven underground that made me such a depraved slut when I was younger. I kept thinking I could beat his charm, but we both know how bad I failed.

 "You need to know I was only with him two months before you caught me. I went to that weeklong conference in Orlando. Kevin surprised me there, I didn't know he was scheduled to attend, obviously that was by his design to catch me off guard. We had dinner one night, he kept the drinks coming and I was stupid enough to keep drinking. That's when he showed me the photo of you kissing that woman."

 I immediately sat up. "Me and what woman?" My mind raced to understand what she was talking about.

 "Kevin said he was looking out for me. He had you followed by a private detective and he showed me the photo of you kissing a woman. He said it was only time before the detective had proof that you were screwing around on me."

 I sat there stunned, unable to come up with anything I had done before our divorce that could be misconstrued. "Do you have this photo?" 

 "Yes, I brought it because I didn't know how you'd respond when you heard about it." Sarah reached in her purse and came out with a black and white photo. I stared at the photo, it was me and I was kissing some woman, a full mouth kiss. My brain was going into overtime, when did I ever kiss a woman like this? I couldn't remember. 

 I continued to stare at the photo. One of my hands were wrapped around the woman's waist, the other was cupping her ass. Then I saw it. The left hand didn't have a wedding band. Never in the twenty-one years of marriage to Sarah did I ever leave the house without my wedding band.

I pulled out my smart phone and typed in a few commands. "Sarah, would you be willing to stay in town through Monday? I need you and your photograph here Monday morning."

 "Why Jake, what's the mystery?"

 "I don't want to say anything until Monday. Let's have dinner with Alice and Jeffery tomorrow and you can meet me here Monday morning."

 "OK, but it's not fair that you're not at least giving me a hint what this is all about."

 "Sarah, I've waited over a year to hear why you cheated with that bastard. I don't think I'm asking a lot to have you wait less than 48 hours." I immediately regretted my words, Sarah had tears running down her cheeks at my thoughtless comment. "Sorry, that was uncalled for." 

 "No, you're right. I did screw up our marriage and just dumped my past on you. My analyst said I should be prepared for some venom when you learned the truth, she expected you to react a lot stronger than you did." 

 "Well, she doesn't know me. C'mon, let me take you back to Palo Alto."

 "Jake, please let me stay with you tonight. I haven't had any physical contact, not even a kiss with anyone since that awful day you left me. And the worse part for me is my last physical contact with a man was Kevin using me like a whore. I'm so ashamed."

 I got up and took Sarah's hand. "We can go upstairs and share my bed, but there won't be any sex tonight. I need to hear the rest of this story and we need to meet and do some couple's counseling. I need to be able to be with you without seeing that snake grinning after making me a cuckold." 

 In the elevator, Sarah continued where she had left off with Kevin showing her the photo of me lip locked with some woman. "Seeing the photo of you kissing that woman combined with too much alcohol triggered something. I won't go into details, but it was the same as twenty plus years earlier; Kevin treated me like a whore and made me do the same depraved acts. It went on like that for the next two evenings; after each day's conference sessions we'd go to my room and he'd use me. He even made me call you the second night when he was fucking my ass. I won't share anything else, but the acts were so decadent that my analyst says it split me in two. I was Kevin's whore and your loving wife. She says that if Kevin and I had two days of vanilla sex, I would have been able to end the affair immediately."

 Just hearing about Sarah's whorish behavior was pissing me off. "C'mon, that sounds like some psycho-babble bull-shit excuse." By now we were in my room and I was opening up two drinks from the minibar. We sat on the couch in the sitting room. 

 "I don't expect you to believe me, but if you're serious about couple's sessions, I'd like Nancy to explain it. Let me tell you how far I was gone; do you know why I crumbled when you showed me the video of Kevin with my assistant? It wasn't because I was jealous. It was because I knew at that moment what Kevin planned for me. 

 "The week you were in Spokane on that install project Kevin took me to a jazz club downtown. It was a nice place with good music, but we were one of the few white couples there. There were a few white women in the place, most of them with black men. Kevin made a comment about how happy those women looked, that their men must be taking care of them. He even pointed out one woman sitting with two black men at a nearby table and said she had the happiest look of all. 

 "So when I saw your video it came screaming at me that Kevin was bored with me and planned to pimp me out just like he did with his college roommate. But this time it would be with one or more black men."

 I could feel the heat rise in my entire body as Sarah shared her story. At that moment I could have killed Kevin with my bare hands. 

 Sarah continued, "You saved me. When you left your note and your wedding band on the table it was like a hard slap in the face to a hysterical person. If you hadn't found me out, I can't say what may have happened the next time you left town on business."

 Sarah broke down at this point. Despite my reservations I wrapped my arms around her. "Let's go to bed and try to get some sleep. I think we've talked enough tonight." 

 We got undressed and laid together, her head on my shoulder and my arm around her waist. "Thank you for this." is all she said. I laid awake for at least two more hours wondering what I would do to Kevin. There would be revenge.

 We woke the next morning and decided to spend the day together. I drove her down to Palo Alto to check out of her hotel and get her bags. 

 "This was Alice's doing, wasn't it? Her parties were an excuse to get us alone together."

 "I hope you don't mind, we girls thought it was the best way for me to have you alone. Don't be mad at Alice."

 "I won't, but she's buying dinner tonight." Which was an idle threat because there was no way I'd let Alice buy dinner, especially since we'd be dining at an expensive French restaurant. 

 Sarah and I decided to take in the day game at the Giant's new ball park. It's a great park, but we both agreed Mariner's Safeco field had more charm and a better selection of craft ales. It was a wonderful afternoon spending time with my friend again. Unfortunately, it was almost spoiled when Sarah asked me how I was able to sleep with her last night without trying to have sex. "Are you seeing someone?"

 "Yes, but I'm not going to share anything regarding my sex life with you. If you absolutely need to know about it, we'll discuss it with Nancy during our couple's sessions. But let's not spoil this day; I'm having too much fun with my best friend." Sarah's eyes watered up. 

 Dinner Sunday night was a success. Alice was in a great mood because her parents were together. Jeffery was a polite, well-spoken young man who showed the proper respect toward my daughter. Just to be on the safe side, especially after listening to Sarah's college horror story, I made plans to have lunch with Jeffery on Tuesday and dinner with Alice Tuesday evening. Just the two of us in each case. I could see Alice's mind spinning at the prospect, but sometimes a father has to pull rank. 

 Sarah spent Sunday night with me, again no sex, but there was some hugging and kissing. Monday morning we headed to the downtown photolab. This was a professional lab that catered to high-end photography studios and west coast law enforcement agencies. Without an appointment we waited 30 minutes before being shown into a technician's office. Sarah still didn't know why we were there.




Jake's Tale Ch. 02



"Sarah, could you please show this lady the photograph Kevin gave you?" 

Sarah pulled the photo out of her purse and handed it to the tech. 

 "Ms. Jacobs, can you please tell me if this photo has been altered in any way?"

 The technician pulled out her tools and studied the photo for ten minutes. "Yes, there's one alteration. The man's face, your face I see, was photo-shopped onto the photo. It's a pretty good job of super-imposing, but any professional can see what was done here to make it appear you're the one kissing this woman."

 I looked at Sarah and I thought she was going to faint, her face turned ashen.

 "Ms. Jacobs, what would it cost me to have you sign a certificate stating your professional opinion that this photo was altered?" I asked.

 "The certificate will cost you $300, but if there's any subsequent court appearances to attest to the alterations, that will be billed separately."

 "Agreed, please go ahead and give me a certificate. Thanks for your time and expertise." I received the certificate and walked out with Sarah.

 Her first words were, "God, I am such a fool. I feel worthless, can you ever forgive me for not trusting you and for being such an idiot? How did you know the photo was altered?"

 "First, don't blame yourself for how Kevin played you with the photo. I only knew it was fake because it was my image on the photo, I knew because I never left our house without wearing my wedding ring and I saw something in the background that stirred my memory banks. That photo was taken the day of last summer's company picnic. Kevin was walking around with an expensive digital camera taking pictures most of the day. He must have taken a picture of me kissing you because before our divorce you're the only woman I kissed on the lips. Kevin purposely set up the photo so you couldn't see the woman's face, that way you couldn't follow up with her because it's probably your assistant; she was there with her boyfriend or whatever. Kevin got her to pose in the same spot with her friend and got her in a position to use it for his cropping."

 Sarah was shaking head. "Is he really that devious? But of course he is, even now I'm underestimating what a snake he can be. He did all this to ruin our lives."

 "Yes he did Sarah, but he's not going to get away with this. Believe me."

I spent the next hour calming her down before putting her on a plane back to Seattle. I made her promise not to tell anyone, not even her analyst, about our discovery. She had to trust it would be handled in a way I needed it done.

 Tuesday I had lunch with Jeffery and dinner with Alice. Satisfied they were doing all right, I took a late flight to Los Angeles instead of home to Seattle. Wednesday morning I was in Sarah's brother's office. Tony had taken over their father's trucking business after his retirement. I came unannounced, but his secretary buzzed me in.

 "Tony, can I buy you a cup of coffee?" I wanted to get Tony out of his office in case the Feds had the place wired. Call me paranoid, but this was a delicate subject. We walked over to a small diner nearby and sat in a booth. 

 "Jake, last year I was set to have both of your legs broken, but Sarah convinced me not to do it. She didn't get into particulars, but she admitted you two broke up because she cheated on you. I couldn't believe my little sister could do that, but she said it was true."

 "I'm not going to go into particulars either, Tony. But I never cheated on your sister and I never stopped loving her. The reason I'm here relates to your ability to have someone's legs broken. Only it's not just legs this time, it's more serious than that." 

 I told Tony how his father had intervened over twenty years earlier. I showed him the photograph and the certificate of alteration. Lastly, I told Tony how Kevin had planned to pimp his sister out, but I lied and emphasized Sarah wouldn't have gone through with it, but it was Kevin's plan all the same.

 "That son of a bitch." Tony's face turned red and his neck got big. I waited until he calmed down a bit and told him what I wanted. He said he could make that happen with a couple of phone calls. 

 "Tony, please be careful. I don't want to be talking to some Fed working a sting operation. I don't want to be spending the next decade in jail for solicitation. Make certain I'm talking to the real deal."

 Tony promised that this would be handled at the highest levels. We shook hands, he actually gave me a hug and wished me well. "I know it's asking a lot Jake, but please consider giving my little sister another chance."

 I flew back to Seattle and took the rest of the week off from work. I went down to the public library and used Linkedin to find Kevin Shearer. He was working for a firm in Portland. I picked up Sarah at work during her lunch hour and we went over to my attorney's office. After one more phone call I drove south to Portland. 

 Thursday morning I was in the President's office of Kevin's current employer. 

 "Thanks for seeing me on such short notice. I want you to know what kind of employee you have working for you." I showed the president the altered photo with the technician's signed certification and Sarah's notarized deposition given at my attorney's office stating the photo had been given to her by Kevin Shearer along with his claim it was taken by a detective he had hired to follow me. 

 The president read through the documents. "I can't divulge personnel issues with you, but I will say these come as no surprise given some of the other complaints I received. I can understand your desire to see this person punished and let's just say sometimes good wins out over bad. Thank you."

 The next week Kevin's name disappeared from the company's website of listed officers. 

 But I wasn't finished with the scumbag. Within a month I was contacted by phone and told to be outside my door at 8:00 pm. I'll admit it was pretty scary. I was downstairs at 8:00 when a car rolled to the curb and the back door opened. I got in and was told to put the ski mask on the seat over my eyes. We drove for a half hour, conducted our business which included how much and how to pay. I gave a special request and was told this would cost a 50% premium. He asked why the special treatment and gave a short summary. 

 The man chuckled and said, "Sometimes I really enjoy my work, this will be one of those times." He dropped me off a couple blocks from my building. "You'll never hear from me again. The balance is due when the job is finished and on this job you only need to watch the news to know when it happened. You've been vouched for, so I'm not worried about getting paid. Besides, it's been a long time since someone was stupid enough to stiff me." He laughed again, I stepped out of the car and took the ski mask off my head as the car rolled away.

 Within a week the deposit was paid and within another two weeks I was reading about a "gruesome" murder in a SeaTac hotel room. It seems one Kevin Shearer was found dead tied to the bed. The police were not releasing the details of how Shearer had died, only that one detective was quoted as saying it was a "brutal way to die."

 I knew the details of course. Kevin was found tied face down with a ten inch black dildo stuck up his ass. The killer whispered in his ear "Jake and Sarah say hello." The rubber ball used to quiet his screams eventually slipped down his throat and blocked his air passage. The official cause of death was suffocation.

 Sarah and I have been going to couple's counseling with Nancy. It's working, I think we'll be moving back in together soon. The analyst is helping me overcome my anger at Sarah for her betrayal. Can I possibly forgive and forget? That will be important for us to have our life together again.

 Equally important is my being able to trust Sarah again. One of the reasons for what happened is Sarah's poor self-esteem. I know I'm not the only husband of a great looking, successful woman who wonders why his wife doesn't believe him when he compliments her beauty, brains and talents. That same woman will believe some virtual stranger whose real agenda is to get in her pants. Nancy has her work cut out for her to assure Sarah doesn't relapse due to self-esteem issues.

 It was tough holding back from restarting our physical relations. But a week after Kevin's death we went out to dinner, got a little drunk and went to our old home and made love for the first time in over a year. 

 The next day I went to visit Janice. I gave her a box full of the sex toys we had shared, these all seemed too intimate to share with another woman, similar to a woman's lingerie. I explained that Sarah and I were trying to find a way to be together and Janice was very understanding. "I knew we were temporary, you never stopped loving Sarah and I'm happy for you." 

 I knew Janice would react this way, she is a class act, so I handed her another, smaller box I had purchased that morning. Inside was a string of Mikimoto pearls; they'd look good around her long neck. She smiled, her eyes teared; she gave me a hug and kiss before I walked out the door. I left her place thinking to myself, "Some smart man is going to find that woman and spend the rest of his life living in bliss." 

 That same week I received a letter in the mail. The return address name was Paul Kersey with a New York City address. The postal stamp city was Las Vegas. I opened the envelope and two pages dropped out, one typed, the other hand written. 

 The type written page read:

 I'm breaking protocol because you need to read the letter I found in that asshole's room. When I found and started to follow him, he'd been tailing your wife. It appears I caught up to him just in time. The letter was in an envelope addressed to you. The rest is self-explanatory once you read the letter except it explains why his eyes got so big when I whispered your greeting to him. Don't know what pissed him off more, getting rammed with the ten inch toy or the fact you beat him to the punch. 

 The hand written letter read:

 You stupid cuckold-

 Did you think I was going to let you continue to ruin my life without payback? The fact you're reading this letter means your wife has been missing for at least one day already. Don't worry, I'm taking very good care of her. She'll be found in a week or so, but she'll never want sex with you or anyone after I'm done with the bitch.

 I'll disappear for a while, I have the resources, but I'll be back after a few years and look up that precious daughter of yours. It should be fun.

  Checkmate,

Kevin

 If I was having any remorse over having Kevin killed, this letter ended it. Out of curiosity I googled "Paul Kersey" and it turns out to be the name of Charles Bronson's character in the vigilante "Death Wish" movies popular in the 70's. Hell of a sense of humor for a contract killer. 

 I also had a surprise visit from Sarah's brother. He flew up from LA and offered to pay half the fee for the Shearer job. Tony thanked me for giving it another go with his sister. "Jake, you've been a stand-up guy throughout this whole ordeal and Sarah tells me how hard you're working to put your lives back on track and help her recover. Dad always said you were like a son to him, I understand now why he felt that way. I'm proud to have you as my brother. And I told Sarah not to fuck it up this time." 

 Tony stayed for dinner and said it all over again at the dinner table. I hope Sarah listens to her big brother. Time will tell, but I think we're going to be OK. 

 One last thing. I bought Sarah a "Kiss the Cook" apron and introduced her to naked cooking. We're also planning a visit to a nude beach soon. She asked where I came up with such strange ideas and I was very vague. She probably has it figured out, but she agreed and I'm looking forward to it.



Jake's Tale



I told her I had some important work to do in my home office. Sarah spent the morning in her garden. While she was outside I grabbed the handbag she always carries and went to work. The microphone I purchased was a little bit larger than a fountain pen. I made a small incision in the lining of her handbag and slipped in the mic. With all the junk she keeps in her bag, I wasn't worried about her finding either the small tear or the mic. I tested the reception by placing the bag next to the radio and went downstairs to the garage with the receiver. I could hear the radio DJ and could even understand his words, so this was going to work.

I walked out to the garden and kissed Sarah on the top of the head. 

"Sorry, I just got a call from work. That last install has a power issue and I need to get on a plane first thing tomorrow."

Sarah turned to me, but didn't say a word right away. It was almost like I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. I almost got sick again. 

"How long will you be gone?"

"I don't know, you know these power problems are always the toughest to fix. Two days at the most, but I'll call Monday afternoon to let you know if I'll be home Monday night or some time Tuesday. Thanks for being so understanding." Those last words were the hardest to get past my teeth. I went back to my office and pretended I was listening to music on my headset while I was working on my computer. I had the outlet for the receiver on a splitter, one line to the headset, the other to the recorder. The receiver and recorder were hidden, if Sarah looked in she'd think I was listening to music. 

I didn't have to wait long. Sarah went into our bedroom to get her phone from her handbag. She must have been sitting right next to the bag because I could hear both sides of the conversation. 

"Kevin, can you talk?"

"Yes, Kelly is still at her sister's in New York. She'll be there all week."

"Jake just told me he may be in Spokane Monday night. Can you keep it open until I find out when he gets home? He'll confirm tomorrow afternoon."

"I'm off tomorrow. If you can, meet me here and we'll have a repeat of Thursday."

"OK, I've got to go. I'll call tomorrow." 

Did he say Thursday? Did they screw Thursday before I got home? Did that mean when I was going down on Sarah, I was sucking his cum out of her cunt? It took me another hour to settle down and go downstairs. Sarah was still out in the garden; I grabbed my keys and called out to her that I was headed to Bill's for a bit. I told her I'd be home for dinner and drove as calmly as I could over to my friend's. 

Bill and Kate were sitting on their patio when I rang the bell. 

"Damn, you look like crap, what happened?" Bill led me out to the patio and grabbed me a beer from the cooler. Kate asked if she needed to leave us alone.

"No Kate, please stay. I need to ask you a question. I hope you won't be offended by this, but has Sarah ever talked to you about your and Bill's lifestyle?"

"Jake, if you're asking me if Sarah ever asked about me having screwed other men, then the answer is "no." If she had asked, I would have done everything to discourage her. I know you're not like Bill and you have no desire to share Sarah. Does that answer your question? What's this all about?"

Bill responded, "I didn't say anything to you because it was all conjecture, but Jake suspects Sarah is having an affair with Kevin Shearer." Bill looked back at me, "And since you're here Jake, I take it something happened that confirms your suspicions?" 

"You can say that." I played them the tape.

Bill and Kate sat there listening to the short conversation with stunned looks on both of their faces.

Kate was the first to speak, "I never would have guessed. You two always seemed so happy. This is just so out of character for Sarah. I'm sorry, what can we do?"

Bill looked me in the eyes, "First, nothing on this tape actually mentions sex. It's implied of course, but it's not spoken. So, do you want proof? Next, if it's true, what do you want to do? Can you salvage the marriage if Sarah had an affair?"

"I'll call Sarah tomorrow and tell her I have to stay in Spokane Monday night. If they get together, I'll have my proof. And if it's true, I could never live with her if she screwed that asshole."

Bill, Kate and I sat and talked for another hour. They calmed me down and I drove home. Sarah had dinner ready, we chatted a bit about her afternoon phone call with our daughter. After we cleaned the kitchen, I went upstairs to bed because "I have an early flight." She came up soon after and laid down next to me. She cuddled against my back while I pretended to sleep wondering if this would be the last time we shared these moments together.

Monday morning I woke at 4:30 to catch my imaginary 6:30 flight to Spokane. Sarah was still asleep as I got ready, she stirred a bit when I kissed her goodbye. "I love you." She replied with, "That's nice." I walked down the stairs and out the door. It may sound like a cliché, but my heart was so heavy I almost collapsed on the stairs. 

I drove to Bill's and he was there waiting for me with a cup of coffee. We sat for a bit. He and Kate were getting ready for work and told me I could stay there until it was time to follow my wife. I had nowhere else to go, so I stayed until 1:00 when I called Sarah at her office.

"Sorry to give you the bad news, but I will have to stay tonight. I'll be at the Davenport."

"Well, I'm sorry too. I'll miss you, you know I hate to sleep alone."

Once again, like Thursday, was she dropping little hints?

Before I broke down, I said, "Got to go - love you." And hung up before I heard her reply.

The GPS gizmo has a radius of about 250 feet, so the next part would be tricky. I was in Bill's car so that would help keep me undetected. Sarah would have to leave her building from the parking garage and head south on a one way street. I waited a half block north of the exit. When the signal flashed that her car was moving my whole body tingled and I had to calm myself so I wouldn't mess up and crash into another car or worse yet, hit some poor pedestrian. As it was I almost hit a bicyclist while pulling out. He flipped me off and spat on Bill's car, all in one motion. Must have had practice.

I followed her over the I-90 Bridge onto Mercer Island, one of the nicer Seattle suburbs. She took a couple turns and pulled into a drive. The garage door opened, her car went in next to a black BMW and the door shut. 

Now the tough part. Would the mic in Sarah's handbag pick up their conversation? It depended on two things. Did it have enough range and would the handbag be in the same room as them? I parked next store to the Shearer house. Bill's car is non-descript and has dark windows, it's also expensive and could belong in the neighborhood. I took a chance no one would be looking out their window and calling the cops on me.

It didn't take long to get what I came for.

"So the cuck is out for the night, does this mean you're staying the night?"

"I wish you wouldn't talk about Jake that way. Leave him out of this. And yes, if you want, I'll stay."

"OK, I'll stop talking if you start sucking. Get over here with that mouth of yours."

"You are so crude, do you really have to talk to me like that?"

"You love it that I talk like this, almost as much as you love this cock in all three holes. Now, get on your knees and suck it."

I had a hard time believing this was my wife. Was that the reason for her betrayal? Because I treated her like a lady and he treated her like a whore? 

I had my answer in less than five minutes. The next thing the receiver picked up was Kevin's voice.

"That's it, suck bitch. I'm going to cum all over your face. Oh yes, here it comes. Now."

"Do you always have to cum on my face? Can't you be like a normal guy and let me swallow it?"

"I'm not a normal guy. And you're a whore that likes it. So get upstairs, get undressed and lube up that ass of yours. I'm going to open a bottle of wine and when I get upstairs I want you on your knees because I'm going to fuck your sweet ass, just how you like it."

I had enough. If I stayed any longer I'd break down the door and start killing someone. I started the car and headed home. While I drove home, I rewound the tape. I played it for only a minute. I had the evidence I needed to make certain I'd be free of that lying, cheating bitch.

On the way home, I stopped at the U-Haul and rented something larger than needed because I was just going to toss stuff in, no time for neatness. I bought about twenty empty boxes of various sizes, tape and rolls of that bubble wrap. I walked in the door of our home and took a few deep breaths. I looked at the family photos on the wall and felt very sorry for our daughter.

I packed my clothes, my computer gear and any personal stuff from the house. I remembered my personal papers with retirement notices, etc. I went into the garage and grabbed my tools. I still had the Craftsman tool box and every tool that came with it that my parents gave me when I graduated from high school. Over the years I had added to that collection so that it was quite substantial. Both my wife and daughter knew that the one present that would make me smile was a new wrench, a saw, a drill, or whatever.

It took me three hours to complete my packing and do a sweep to make certain I hadn't left anything important behind. During those three hours two neighbors stopped over and asked what was up. I lied and said Sarah and I were giving some unused goods to the Salvation Army. Since everything was in boxes, they had no reason to doubt my story, but I'm sure they were suspicious. Thanks goodness none of them got on the phone to call and ask Sarah. 

The last thing I did was write a note to Sarah. It simply read, "I hope you and Kevin are very happy. Goodbye." I placed my wedding ring on top of the note and walked out the door.

I was pretty wired up, so I took the time to rent a storage space and unload the U-Haul. That's when I grabbed the beers, the Jack Daniels and rented this cheap hotel room. I could have stayed at Bill and Kate's, but I figured I deserved at least one night to wallow in some self-pity. 

PART TWO

My phone woke me at 6:30 the next morning. It was Sarah and I did answer the phone.

"Jake, what is going on?"

"I don't know, Bae," I almost called her by her pet name, Babe, "Why don't you tell me why you spent the night with Kevin Shearer?"

"What, how?"

"How do I know? Is that what you're asking? Because I didn't go to Spokane yesterday. Instead I followed you to Mercer Island. Before you go any farther, just answer one question - why him? You know how I felt about him, it was bad enough you cheating on me, but with him. Shit!"

"I can't answer your question, Jake. Because I don't know why myself."

"Well in that case, I guess this conversation is over." And I hung up. I didn't answer the phone again for the rest of the day.

Tuesday was a busy day. I found a lawyer and had an appointment for Thursday to start the divorce papers. I found an apartment and I straightened out some financial business at the bank to protect my assets. 

Wednesday I answered the phone.

"Jake, please listen to me. Can we talk? It's all over with Kevin, I told him we're through."

"Yes, we can talk. But not until Saturday. I'll meet you at the Met Saturday for lunch, 12:30."

"Why the Met? Why not at our home?"

"Because I don't want to step into that house right now, it makes me too sad."

Wednesday afternoon I used Bill's car to set up down the street from Kevin Shearer's house. I knew his wife was still out of town and I wanted to see if Sarah showed up there. I sat for a few hours with my camera ready. Imagine my surprise when his black Beemer rolled down the street. There were two people in the car, but it wasn't Sarah, it was Sarah's twenty-something office assistant.

I suddenly had a brilliant idea. I went into town to the hardware store. I bought a jacket and hat that had a utility worker look to them and headed back to the Shearer home. By this time Kevin and the little lady should be in the middle of their tete-a-tete. 

I knocked on the door and rang the bell. I turned my face away from the door and kept my fingers crossed that this would work. I guess Karma thought I was owed a favor because Kevin came to the door in his robe.

"What is it?" he snapped while opening the door. I turned around with the video camera in my hand.

"Hello, Asshole!" I shouted as I pushed the door open. I kept the camera going while walking into the house. I caught Kevin's stupid expression, walked past him and headed up the stairs in time to catch the young lady scurrying for her panties. "Smile for the camera." is all I said. She didn't smile, just looked embarrassed while I kept the camera going. I did notice she was shaved, so it was probably Mr. Asshole that convinced Sarah to do the same. I turned around to face Kevin and Karma was still on my side. Kevin's robe had opened and his prick was now on video. I headed down the stairs, out the door and practically skipped to the car.

Thursday I met my lawyer and had the divorce papers by Friday afternoon.

Saturday at noon I was sitting at the bar at the Metropolitan Grill nursing a pint of ale. At 12:30 Sarah walked in. I signaled to the maître d and she sat us in a quiet corner as I had reserved earlier. 

"Jake, I'm so sorry. I don't want a divorce. Is there anything I can do to make it up?"

"No, Sarah. The divorce will happen. But there are a few things you can do. First, you call our daughter and your parents to explain why we're getting this divorce. You don't need to go into details, I'm not trying to be mean, but if you try to hang this on me they will receive a copy of this tape." I turned the tape player on and Sarah's face turned white when she heard Kevin's voice, I only played one little section: "That's it, suck bitch. I'm going to cum all over your face. Oh yes, here it comes. Now."

"Oh my God, no, please no." Tears started to run down her face.

"And that's not the best part, my little anal angel." 

I looked over and the waitress was hanging back; I had already warned her this could be bad and greased it with a $100 tip in advance. I got up, took the two drinks from her hand and thanked her again. 

Sarah looked up from the table when I returned with our drinks.

"Second, sign these divorce paper before the end of next week. That will give you time to talk to a lawyer. When you read the papers I think you'll realize I'm being fair. Everything is split down the middle, all our assets. You can stay in the house until Alice graduates. But then we sell and split whatever we earn from it."

"Third, get yourself tested for sexually transmitted diseases. In case you're wondering why, take a look at this little ditty." I pulled out my smart phone and played the video of Kevin and her assistant. Sarah took one look at the screen and more tears flowed down her face. She grabbed the glass in front of her and downed her martini in one gulp. I caught the waitress' eye and silently ordered another. 

"One thing you should know. The divorce papers state that if I have any incurable STDs, HIV, Herpes, whatever, from your affair, you get nothing. Nothing! Not the house, not the furniture, no more than $1000 from our accounts. I saw my doctor earlier this week, but most of the tests take a few days and the HIV test takes months."

Fourth and last, some day within the next month I want your hand written letter explaining why you flushed our marriage down the toilet and why you did it with a person you knew had treated me with so little respect from the first moment I met him. I think it's only fair that I should understand why this happened. You were my best friend, my love and the mother of our beautiful daughter. I want to know what I did to deserve having my heart cut from my chest."

The second martini arrived while I was making this little speech. Sarah drank it, again with one gulp and stood up. "I guess I'll be going now." 

"Well, I'm staying and having lunch. Here are the divorce papers to sign. I know I just gave you a long list of requests, so I printed them and put it on top so you can remember."

"How thoughtful of you," she said as she walked away.

"Fuck you, bitch," I whispered. I signaled the waitress and ordered a steak and a Jack Daniels neat.

Monday left me with two tasks. First, I drove out to Mercer Island and knocked on the Shearer door. I reintroduced myself to Mrs. Shearer, we had met once before, and gave her a copy of my voice recordings and video. My understanding is subsequent events did not go well at their household. 

Next, I paid a visit to Kevin and Sarah's CEO. I didn't want to be paying alimony, so I told the CEO that Sarah wasn't to suffer any significant repercussions or we would sue; after all, Kevin was the senior of the two and had more responsibility related to the affair. The kicker was Kevin's dalliance with the junior staff member. Kevin was out of a job. I thought about hurting him physically, but I wouldn't do well in jail. 

It was close as it is, Kevin got pissed at me and swore revenge. The Mercer Island police arrested me for barging into the Shearer home uninvited. I retained a good defense attorney, had a sympathetic judge and claimed I thought it was my wife in his bed at the time. I was found "not guilty" and walked out with a wink to Kevin sitting in the courtroom. Karma was still on my side.

You probably think I'm a hard hearted SOB. After all, who could order a steak after saying goodbye to his wife of twenty-one years? Just so you know, I did cry the first time I saw my daughter after she found out her folks were divorcing. She thought we were perfect together. And I shed a few tears the day the divorce was final. 

There were no STDs, thank goodness. Until I got the all clear, all I could think about was me sucking that asshole's spunk out of my wife's vagina. Even now it makes me cringe, even after Sarah assured me in her letter that she washed and douched before I came home that Thursday evening. 

Yes, I did get my letter, but it didn't really explain why. I read it more than once, thinking maybe I missed something. I offered to pay for an analyst, thinking a trained professional could help Sarah figure it out. She said she'll try. Maybe by the time Alice graduates we'll have something to talk about.

Life goes on. As soon as my apartment was ready I moved out of that shitty hotel room. And a decent, well compensated guy doesn't worry about finding female companionship, but for the first time since college, it's sex and not making love. 

But most of all, thank goodness for good friends. My boss, Tom, Bill and Kate have been there for me. Without them, I'd be a blubbering mess.



Jake's Tales Episode 01



The following is a true story, only the girl's names have been changed.

I got to the Bel just after 4, having read Charlene's internet post and seen her IM message. I had IM'd her a couple of times and was looking forward to seeing her. When I got in I immediately noticed the complete absence of foot traffic - guys that walk repeatedly one theatre to the other. The reason wasn't hard to find. 

Walking into the first theatre it was immediately obvious that the groans and flesh on flesh slapping sounds were not coming from the porno film, but from the group half way down on the right. As I approach the group I saw that it was really two groups, the nearest around Charlene and the other around a blonde (Baby). 

I mingled in with Charlene's group and watched her bent forward sucking a guy's cock, surrounded by others guys, some of whom were fingering her from behind. Since her pussy was facing me, I joined in with the fingering. After wetting my fingers in her pussy I slipped my index finger up her asshole and she jumped straight up.

"No-one touches my ass without asking first!" Woops. Lesson 1 learnt.

So she moves around to let the guy she was sucking fuck her. And we all watch as he gives her a good pounding. I look over to the blonde's group and see that she's watching Charlene's group, with her husband's arms around her. Seeing that I had time to get to her later, I await my turn here. As he finishes, pulls his pants up and moves away, I step past a fat guy sitting on the aisle seat tugging his cock, and move into to take the first guy's place. Charlene turns back to sit in one of the seats and sees me moving in. 

"And who are you?" she asks.

"Jake. We've talked online"

"Yes! I think we have!"

"Why don't you suck this" I said as I unzipped my pants. It really wasn't a time for small talk. She took my erect dick, gave it one pump with her fist, and started sucking enthusiastically. I put my hands on the head to start pumping her face, but she breaks off.

"Just don't put your hands on my head"

"Sorry". Woops. Lesson 2 learnt.

So she resumes the blow job, me standing, her sitting. After a while she looks up and says;

"Can I have that in my pussy?" Not many questions are real no-brainers, but this one was. She bends over the seat and I position myself behind her and start fucking her like a madman. Soon she's moaning and groaning and all and I'm pounding away and the crowd is watching and the silicone breasted porno actresses in the movie are entering a lesbian scene and its getting as hot as hell and I'm breaking a sweat and my groin is slapping up against her ass cheeks and my nuts are banging up against her and I need to cum and its building up and building up and building up and then I'm buried into her cunt as deep as I can and I'm emptying my balls into her and I'm done.

"You're a good fuck" Charlene says. That's quite a compliment from one with her experience. So I thank her, zip up and head over to do the blonde.

She's a few rows down and bent over with her head on her hubby's right shoulder (he's sitting) and her arms around his back and her ass up with this short guys fucking her hard and fast with the glow from the movie screen lighting his ass as he slams her for all he's worth. Guys are watching. And there's a black transvestite, nipple rings and all, in a black teddy tugging his wad with the rest of them.

"Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me" she's moaning and her hubby's comforting her like she's being invaded or something. And I'm fucking jazzed, man. Not to sound like I'm this cum pumping machine, but the buzz is on and I'm right ready to again. 

So Shorty finishes, withdraws and slides off his condom. Baby turns around says "did you cum?" then takes the guy's condom, throws back her head and lets it drain out into her mouth. "I love cum" she explained.

She sits backs and looks over to hubby on her right. He's enjoying himself. The group are standing there watching and wanking, but I'm a man of action and there's sex to be had. So I move up to blondie's left, take out my dick and move her left hand onto the semi erect shaft. She turns, smiles and takes it into her mouth. 

Now there's a good girl.

Its sweet head there guys. Fucking sweet. My member is back erect and Baby has the taste of Charlene's cunt juices on her tongue. Three minutes of sucking and she's saying "you want to fuck me?"

"Alright then" I reply. Nonchalant as hell, me. "You gotta condom?", "sure". I take one out of my pocket, open it and give it to her. She puts it on my bellend and rolls down my length with her mouth. That's true whore style, boyo.

This time hubby positions her over the seat row in front, so he has a ring side seat right astern. I position my cock and slide it in. Two cunts within 30 minutes, we're pushing the envelope here boys "the dilithium crystals canna take it capt'n!"

So I've got my hands on her naked hips and I'm humping her from behind while the guys in the row ahead are feeding her cock. I run my hands underneath and feel her tits through her teddy while I'm fucking her. I like to get a good feel of what I'm emptying my nuts into. It takes a while, but I cum again, but not much this time.

"Did you cum?"

"Yeah"

"Well give it here, don't just walk of!"

"Its not much" but I gave her the used condom. There's alot of protein in it apparently.

So its nearly a quarter to five and I'm pretty whacked. I walk out and over to the restroom were I splash some water on my face and wash my cock a little. There's no fucking towels just those blower things so I dry my hands on my sweater. (It was cold outside.)

I pace the hall, swing my arms, stretch, swig from my water bottle and get my head back in the game. Its a double slut bang and I've got to make the most of it. Be a man! Stay focused. Set a goal. Goal for the second half: sodomize one or both females.

So I re-enter the arena just as the group heads down to the front. Good move, Roger, more space down there. And down they went indeed. Charlene licking out Baby's pussy. Hubby whips out the camcorder and starts taping. He was good enough to say he'd keep us out and it was for their own pleasure only. Not that I gave a flying fuck anyway.

So Baby's sitting in the front row and Charlene's on the floor (now there's something I wouldn't have done) and she's muff diving Baby whilst hubby films. Family entertainment for one and all.

C comes up for air and wonders aloud if she prefers sucking cock or pussy. "Turn around" says the guy behind her, and gives her something to compare. I notice B is free so out comes my dick again and I wave it in her face. Its blow job time again. C gets off the floor, mentions her upcoming party in August, and sits down the front row near B. She is soon feed a cock.

It was about this time that a black couple came in and sat a couple of rows back and started to watch the action. B looks up at me a says "you wanna pound this pussy?" Who am I to disappoint a lady who asks so nicely? So I say yes, get out another condom and she slides it on with her a mouth like a good little cock sucking slut.

By this time Roger had handed the camcorder over to the black TV who began filming the scene as I entered B from behind for the second time. This was easily the most surreal moment of the evening's festivities. You really haven't lived until you've got a blonde slut bent over the front row of a cinema and you're fucking her cunt from behind while she's sucking off a guy that bears a remarkable resemblance to Carlos Santana and a black transvestite is leaning over your shoulder to get a good shot of your pussy pounding cock with the blonde's husband's camcorder. Not an everyday occurrence to be sure.

I finger her anus while I'm fucking her, and she goes with it for a while, then pulls my hand away. No chance of a butt-fuck there, I thought. But my balls are spent so I fuck until Carlos cums in her mouth and then I withdraw. I'm sweating like a bastard, so I chuck the sweater and check in with Charlene in my undershirt. I see her with a guys cock between her big soft tits.

"Put your cum here" she says rubbing her chest. "Jack that cock off over my tits"

"Yeah, cum on her tits, she's asking for it man" says a guy in the fucking peanut gallery.

And so he does. Meanwhile Baby is getting a facial and proudly showing her cummed on face to the camera. Charlene is free again so I re-present my cock and she gives me head again until she wanted me to fuck her. Getting behind her I ask if I can do her ass. She says yes and gets out some lube and smears the stuff over my cock. She holds me in position and backs onto my cock. I'm soon balls deep in her ass. She's giving head while I'm slowly sliding my dick in and out of her ass. This was fucking good as she was good and tight in there and my balls were spent, my knob was comfortably erect with no urgency to it (the "lazy lob" as its known). Charlene loves to spit-roasted (a cock in each end) and was enjoying the situation. And so I was absented mindedly ass fucking her watching as this really hot slim young girl in the movie (she was about fifteen feet tall at this close range) was first feed a large white cock into her mouth and then fucked missionary style and bent over for an ass reaming. She was young and hot and I timed my thrusts into Charlene's ass with the guys thrusts into the movie girl's ass.

Oh, that was good, getting my dick well up her ass and burying my balls into her soft fleshy buttocks. I started fucking her harder and faster and her moans reacted to the increased rhythm. She lost her mouth full and hung her head as I pounding her ring piece. Reaching down I stuck four fingers into her cunt a felt my cock through the vaginal lining. With a little work I could have fisted her, but she wasn't having it. I continued fucking her, varying my pace, clenching my muscles and the peak of the stroke, pulling out to stretch her sphincter with my knob end, plunging back in to the hilt, side to side, up and down, spiraling, doing good work. You can really get down to business when you have no immediate urge to ejaculate.

But Charlene can only take so much and she was calling back to me "Are you going to come in my ass?"

"Eventually" I replied. I told you, I can be one nonchalant bastard.

"Not eventually, NOW!" 

"Oh, Charlene's getting ass fucked, and she really knows she's getting ass fucked" observed Roger.

I carried on, but felt like Charlene had had enough so I pulled out of her ass. She had to sit down and take a breather after the butt fucking I gave her.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

"Oh, yes. I did like that" she said and she looked like she did.

Mission accomplished. Second half goal set and reached. I recovered my sweater and left.



Jake's Tales Episode 02



Several weeks ago, I once again had the pleasure of meeting up with Charlene at the Belvedere. I had a blast at my first visit to the Bel (see Jake’s Tales Episode I) so I was looking forward to seeing her again. I arrived just before 2pm and a middle aged gay guy opened the door for me as he saw me approach. He said he was standing in for the owners. So I gave him my ten bucks and headed down to the first theater.

Couldn’t see a damn thing. So I adopted the classic “Englishman Abroad” position (back against the wall, hand on wallet) until I had some visual confirmation on the shapes I sensed moving around me. Crouching a little, I was able to line up the back of the last row of seats with the movie screen, enabling a quick silhouetted head count and confirming that GA3 had yet to arrive (Charlene would be easy to spot, she’s the kinda gal that draws a crowd.)

Ok, now I’ve got the scene down; two guys to my left in the corner (now I’m glad it’s this dark!), three to my right on the other side of the door. Light traffic up and down the center aisle, elderly guy comes up left side aisle and stops to play pocket billiards while watching the corner show.

I slide myself right, to lean against the left door post, giving myself a view of the corridor to the theater entrance. It’s only a few minutes before Charlene arrives and chats with the stand-in doorman. Oh yeah, its go time!

I had IM’d Charlene a few times but this was the first time my free time had coincided with her play time since the party at Gary’s house. Actually I was due to be at a gangbang this afternoon, but I heard yesterday that it had been cancelled. Bummed out, I was online at about 3am and saw Charlene listed as online on my IM friends list. I hit her up and found out she was coming to the Bel today. “Great”, I said, “I’ll come and empty my nuts into you instead.” She replied “Works for me!” Now there’s a great slut showing her mettle. Who else do you know that would gladly offer up her services at short notice to relieve a stood-up gangbanger? Email me at jakemorgan2003@yahoo.com

So Charlene powders her nose and comes down to the first theater. She recognizes me right away and we exchange pleasantries while her eyes adjust. She slides into a seat on the back row, right hand side, about 3 in from the center aisle. I give the punters their chance, but they just bunch up on the wall behind her, or sit in the row ahead, looking back. Amateurs. 

I plunk myself down in the seat next to her, unzip my pants, whip out the old trouser snake and move Charlene’s left hand onto it. “I recognize this” she says as she begins nice slow handjob. Ah, that’s nice. I settle back to watch the porno, with Charlene working my wand. It’s so much better to have a lady jerk you rather than doing it yourself.

I had reminded Charlene in my IM chat with her that I had cum in her ass and pussy on previous occasions, but although she had always sucked me, I had yet to cum in her mouth, and I was eager to complete the Grand Slam. She is the 3 hole slut, after all. 


Charlene leaned over and took my erect member into her hot mouth and began to suck me off. Although most guys would gladly let any girl suck their dicks, oral sex is one area where experience matters, and there are many men here who would attest to Charlene’s skills. She is top notch. In fact she should give classes, and I hereby volunteer my services as a prop for classroom demonstration.

One of the pervs behind us copped a grope of her tits and Charlene pushed him back. Please guys, you had your chance. Have some decorum. Geez. Anyway, the position was uncomfortable for Charlene, so she asked me to stand up. Always one to help out a lady, I gladly obliged. This allowed be to get my belt open and let my kegs drop to my knees. Now this was great. Her hot mouth sucked on my cock as her redhead bobbed my knob. One hand cradled my balls, the other held the base of my rock hard cock. Oh yes, this is what it’s all about: great head from a great slut.

I gently ran my fingers through her red hair while she blew me. Getting bolder (and remembering her admonishment from our first theater fuck, but deciding to push my luck anyway), I put my hands either side of her head and began thrusting my hips forward, to face fuck this hot cumslut. I love to face fuck, especially when the fuckee moans in pleasure as I take her mouth, as Charlene was now. 

I close my eyes and enter “The Zone”. It’s just me, the head and the rhythm in The Zone. Oh yeah, pump it, pump it, pump it good. I feel Charlene’s hands move to my hips, encouraging my pumps. One hand strokes back to by balls, the other slides down my thigh as her third reaches round to my butt.

Wait. One head, three hands? I’m yanked out of The Zone.

A quick check of the perimeter, and I find a Latin gent has his hand on my bare ass. I quickly remove the offending hand. Nothing pulls you out of The Zone faster than a gay guy giving you the old reach around, no matter how silky smooth your hands are, Pablo.

Slightly off my stride, I pull my cock from Charlene’s mouth and jack it while she smiles up at me. Some girls would be offended, thinking that their sucking wasn’t good enough, but Charlene knows better than that, and she knows what’s coming.

“You’re bad” she says, smiling.

“YOU are bad” I reply and feel my cum about to burst. She slips her lips back around my cock and I explode in her mouth, shooting hot cum to the back of her throat, which she swallows with glee. Oh yeah, that’s good. One, two, three good spurts and Charlene’s licking my cock clean like a good cumslut. Its all for you, baby.

“That makes three” she says and I laugh.

I take a break to let my fellow theater attendees have their turn. After grabbing a Coke from the machine I return to watch the movie. I must say the movies at the Bel are good. A lot better than the truly awful crap shown at the Twin anyway.

Charlene blows a couple of guys, but seems to be disappointed in the group. A bunch of them are sitting around her, looking at her, but keeping their cocks in their pants, despite her offers. I just don’t get guys like that. But each to his own I guess.

So I sit there for like 10 minutes, finishing the can, getting hard watching some 18 year old chicks getting fucked on the screen. Feeling ready for more, I go stand against the back wall behind Charlene. She’s turned to one side, working on a guy standing behind the seats. He finishes and she sees me. I unzip and show her my erect cock. 

“I know where’s that’s going” she says and comes around to lube my meat. She bends over the back row and guides my cock into her ass. I ease it in gentle and then start a rhythm. “Somebody put a cock in my mouth!” she demands, and a guy does. “God, I love the way you fuck my ass!” moans Charlene as I get into my butt fucking routine.

Pump and grind. Side to side. Spiral. Get it deep and hard. Yeah, I’m fucking her good and hard and she’s loving it. There’s a tight young ass getting butt fucked on the screen too, that always helps. I time my trusts so my balls are slapping against Charlene’s butt cheeks the same as in the movie.

Feeling the feeling, I put my hands onto the back of the seats to support my weight as I shuffle my feet back and stretch my body, while stilling pumping that ass hard. I’m in an elevated “push up” position and breathing hard as I fuck. Charlene’s panting, I’m pumping, my nuts are slapping. Charlene loses the cock in her mouth and hangs her head and moans as I pick up the pace. The second cum is gathering, cock pulsating and then I’m pushing that ass into the seat back as I empty into her. God, I really had to dig deep for that cum. My nuts are empty.

I pull out and pull up. Charlene turns, grabs me by the t-shirt and kisses me. She says thanks, but the gratitude is all mine. You are a legend, Charlene.

Until next time,

Jake



Jake's Tales Episode 03



Fuck me, what a night. Who the hell goes out on a Monday night? This mother fucker that's who {emphatically points both thumbs at chest}. Get some freaks out on a Monday I'll tell you. And fewer preditors too, I'd gladly take slimmer pickings in exchange for less competition, any day of the week. 

So Barry texts me, he's a spotter of mine, bartends at a local hole in the wall, gives me a heads up if he sees any prime targets and I head over there. True enough, a quartet in full swing, loud, happy and drinking heavily. I get a beer ( bottle, not draft, need portability also looks better) and put a ten in Barry's jar (hey, information is a valuable commodity). 

I wait my chance, happens soon enough, a stray from the herd, up to the bar for a refill, about 5'10", short black hair. A sly sidle, a line, an act of generosity ("allow me"), make her laugh, let the accent work, overcome the age concern with a joke ID check (gets her age, 29, and address) confirmed touching, confirmed laughter, a couple of common interest bonds (faked) and we're in. In like Flynn. The accent works every time.

Deal closed, friend separation complete, we head for the Cadi. Make out, whip of her top and check the dashboard clock. 58 minutes from bar entry to tongue entry, perfect timing. All of human civilization is based on the passing of knowledge from one generation to the next, so here's my advice to the younger generation: Butter Your Toast While It's Warm. 'Nuff said. 

Did I tell you I got the new iPhone 3G? Awesome device. Typing this on it as a matter of fact. It even corrects my spelling as I go. Plus GPS navigation. So I whip it out as Slutty McSlutterton goes down, type in her address and rest it between her shoulder blades. Perfect fit. That Steve Jobs is a fucking genius. 

Cadillacs are built for blow jobs - automatic shifter on the steering column allows for a front bench seat and plenty of head room under the tilt steering wheel. Throw in the silky smooth ride and madam lays comfortably with no distractions. 

Before she knows it we're at her place. Tip 2 for the modern youff; always always always do her place in your car. Think about it. Which is easier, sneaking out of her place after the various deeds, or throwing her out of your place? Plus you do not want the crazy bitch to know where you live. Trust me on that one. 

Help her the door, fumble in her purse for the key, shhhhh don't wake the room mate and we're in the bedroom. Yadda yadda excuse the mess yadda yadda bathroom yadda yadda. Finally we get to the err "field dressing". I see the crucifix on the wall, the statue of Mary on the nightstand and that poem about the footprints and a poster of JC with the sacred heart above the bed. Great. A Catholic. Well I'm going in sheathed whether see likes it or not. We get at it and she's wearing another crucifix around her neck. It's a fucking graphic one too, metallic and big. Oh boy it's big. I'm pounding away missionary style and JC's every fucking muscle, every fucking sinue is highlighted. The pain on his face, the agony, it's fucking getting to me man! I can block out camera crews and hot lights and directors wanting an open angle but this really getting to me. It's getting bigger too, filling my entire vision, swimming before me, mocking me (she's also kinda flat chested too, so there's no competition for a chest focal point). 

I can't take it anymore, I pull out, flip her over and hoist her skinny hips into doggy. Now JC's hanging vertically from her neck and I'm back into my rythm, boning her hard. JC hits her in the face a couple of times a she swings it over her shouder onto her back! Fuck me I can't get away from this thing! And I swear it's getting bigger! Jesus Christ there's blood on it's hands, feet and sides. And from the thorns on it's head too. Christ. I bet she paints that thing, flesh, wounds, blood. 

I slap her boney ass, flop on my back and pull her on top, cowgirl style. I got to finish and get the fuck out of here. She into it man, like she's in a trance, grinding, moaning, bouncing, the whole 9 yards. I'm buried balls deep, grab her hips and start humping her up and down on my cock. And that fucking THING is swaying in front of my fucking face like it's hypnotising me! I can't keep my eyes of it! I close my eyes and it's still there! I look away it follows me! I'm sweating fucking bullets. Bullets! 

So I grab it and pull. 

The chain breaks and the base of the cross goes straight into the palm of my right hand. (I think she sharpens it! Paints it, sharpens it, maybe even cuts herself with it! Fucking freakoid!) Blood shoots out, I yell out, she screams out, panic breaks out. I curse, she jumps up, I pull the fucking thing out of my palm.

"What what" she shouts, eyes wide. I open my palm, hold it up to her and yell "STIGMATA!" Swear to God. Man, she fucking freaks more than any bitch has ever freaked before. She runs, stark naked out of the room. I seize the chance. I pull the case off a pillow and stuff it into my fist to staunch the flow. One handedly I get into my trousers, shirt and shoes. I leave the socks and underwear. I open the door and she's there. I whip out the palm and yell "Stigmata"! Eyes open wide, mouth wide open, hands up by her cheeks like that painting "The Scream", a screach and she runs up the stairs. Out comes the room mate from the door opposite. She has a bedsheet wrapped around her like this is some pre-watershed sitcom. Her face says WTF?, but she can't form the words. I nod, bid her a good night, and head out the door. 

Another day in paradise.

Jake