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My Dilemma

By: GSpotMan



Author's Note: This story is about sex and not about morals. If you have a moral problem with the story, please feel free to read something else. It's a fantasy, get over it.

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My wife Sandra's best friend is, Connie. Sandra and Connie have known each other since, "forever" and they have a bond that is stronger than steel.

Unfortunately, as a friend, Connie and I aren't very close. She just has too many opinions for me and always wants to know, "your business" but rarely shares anything of herself. Connie never hesitates to make suggestions to you but if you counter with your own opinion, or offer her any friendly advise, she doesn't receive it with the spirit that was intended. To this day, I suspect that Sandra represents Connie's only true "confidant". That's not to say that Connie doesn't have her good sides. She is very generous, loves my kids (Aunt Connie), and is a very, successful surgeon. At 36 years of age, she has never married and to this point in her life, she never started a family of her own. It's not that we don't, "get along" but it would be much nicer for all concerned if I thought of her a little more strongly than I do. Mostly when we are around each other, we give each other a fair bit of room.

My wife and Connie had a little Friday night, "girl's night out" and so I stayed home with the kids. At around 11 pm, Sandra came home and while I heard her come in, I was near sleep myself and simply nodded out. I barely felt the kiss on my check as she snuggled up against me and said, "Goodnight John".

Saturday mornings have always been a special time for Sandra and myself. I often wake up to a morning BJ and then we proceed to make love prior to going down for breakfast. However, this Saturday morning was a little, "different".

I woke up around 6 am and I could feel Sandra already stroking me under the covers. She had her head resting on my chest and I could see that her beautiful brown hair was freshly, "tussled" from sleep. Her big brown eyes just stared into mine and I could feel her bare breast (we both sleep nude) pressing against my side. My right hand was already caressing and feeling onto her bare ass. No doubt, I was the luckiest man alive.

I was immediately aroused and ready to go. However, as I rolled over to embrace my wife she said, "Honey, we need to talk."

This caught me a little by surprise and I asked, "Can't it wait?"

"No, it can't."

Sandra continued to stroke me and started to tell me about her evening with Connie. 

"Honey, I know that Connie has been a challenge for you but she is very special to me."

My mind was wondering, why are we talking about this now but instead said, "Yeah, I know."

"Well, you know the one thing that she has always wanted, don't you?"

Jokingly, I responded, "Yeah, a man without vocal chords."

She released my very hard penis for a moment to give me a smack on the chest but fortunately, it was in jest and she (thankfully) proceeded to stroke my penis again. Sandra replied, "No silly, she has always wanted children."

"No kidding", I replied, "but that is pretty hard to do when you look at everyone around you as second class." 

Sandra continued, "She's really not like that at all but I understand that is how you see her. Trust me, that is not how she really feels at all."

"Are we done talking about Connie now? I'd really like to give you a good screwing right about now."

With a little more sternness in her voice, "No, I am not done. Look, there is nothing I wouldn't do to help Connie. She is ovulating and intends to be artificially inseminated this coming Monday morning.

"Well, good for her but why is this slowing down my Saturday morning with my wife?

"C'mon John, she is very apprehensive about it."

"How so?"

Her facial expression changed to a worried look, "Well, this might be my fault. When she told me of her plan, I told her that a child should be conceived by the union of two people and that it shouldn't occur through a test tube."

At this point, Connie's hand abruptly left my shaft and she scooted down and started to lick around my head, balls and shaft.

"Now, that's more like it", I said.

In between little licks and slurps Sandra continued.

"We had shared a bottle of wine at dinner and went back to her place and had a little after dinner drink so I might not have been thinking straight. Anyway, what I had said to her got her pretty upset. After I told her my opinion about conceiving through test tubes, she didn't know what to do. She started crying. I mean, crying, REAL HARD."

This conversation was getting a little old and I wanted to move onto our traditional Saturday morning fuck so I said, "Ok baby, I'm sure the insemination will go fine. She'll have her baby and everything will be right with the world. Now let's enjoy our Saturday morning, ok?"

Sandra took my cock deep into her mouth for a couple of head bobs and then continued, "Look John, Connie is 36 and is running out of time to have a family. She focused all of her attention on her career and she knows she has made some mistakes along the way but is desperate to have a family of her own."

At this point, I was more concerned with what my wife's tongue and hands were doing to me than I was with what she was talking about but that didn't stop Sandra from continuing on with both my cock attention and her story.

While stroking my balls and cock shaft, Sandra said, "John, I screwed up. She had a plan that she was comfortable with and I had to open my big mouth."

This was getting a little tiresome to me and I said in a bit of an exasperated voice, "Baby, I wish you'd open that big mouth for me right now and continue swallowing my dick. C'mon stop teasing me."

"John", she replied, "this is important to me. Please let me finish."

Knowing that this was important to her and that I was being a little selfish, I said, "Ok, sorry."

Recognizing that she finally had my attention, Sandra licked my balls and the underside of my shaft for a few moments and then continued to jack me with her hand.

"John, having children is wonderful. She wants to experience that too. I really don't want her to have a baby conceived by test tubes. I just don't want my friend to have to conceive that way and that's where you come in."

I started to get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. "What do you mean, that's where I come in."

Sandra gave me dick a real earnest lick and a couple of mouth fucks, taking me deep into her throat and then dropped her bomb, "John I want you to have sex with Connie and give her a baby."

As soon as the last words drifted out of her mouth, she started to suck me ferociously. 

Sandra can really suck a dick and I was starting to have a hard time focusing on both her mouths activity and the statement she just made.

Shaking my head a little clear from my wife's mouth assault on my shaft I asked, "Are you serious?"

Letting my cock flop out of her mouth she said, "John, I am totally serious. I know you don't love her. In fact, you do everything you can just to tolerate her and so I know that this will just be sex and nothing more. While I hope you get her pregnant, either way, she'll go through with the A.I. on Monday. That way, when she has the baby, neither of us will truly know if it is your child or not. In fact, if the baby has Connie's blood type, she may never know either. You see, we can all have a clean conscience about this."

While Sandra started licking my balls again, I started thinking about what she was saying. Her argument of not knowing if the baby was mine or not reminded me that one soldier in the firing squad is given a blank. None of the soldiers know which one has the blank so after their duty is completed, they can all have a slight hope that they did not personally shoot the prisoner. The problem is, blanks don't create a recoil so if your gun recoils, you know you shot a bullet. I knew in my heart that if we did this, at a minimum, we would all learn if the child was mine or not. 

"Baby, if I do this, it will change things forever between you and me."

Sandra responded, " I have thought a lot about this John. Our marriage is the envy of all of our friends. I see this for what it is, a favor to my best friend who really needs a favor. I wouldn't ask you to do this for just anyone and Connie is ovulating as we speak so she's fertile, you're fertile and together, you could make a baby."

I got very quiet and while I was very uncomfortable with what my wife was asking of me, my cock was loving her attention. 

Sandra started to deep throat me again and I had to admit that with my cock as hard as a rock, I was reaching a point where I was ready to fuck almost anything and that's when all the pieces of Sandra's plan came together.

Connie let my cock fall from her mouth again and said, "John, the decision is all yours. If you want to say no then you can." With a little mischievous grin and while stroking my very hard prick, Sandra went on to ask, "Are you ready to fuck now?"

My reaction was, "FINALLY!"

Sandra giggled and moved her way up so that her face was inches from mine and her hand slid back down to my penis. Stroking me under the covers and looking deep into my eyes, she placed a soft kiss on my lips and said, "Now that you're ready, why not just drive over to Connie's place right now and give her a special delivery of this fine cock." 

I looked into Sandra's eyes and I actually saw tears forming into the corners of her eyes.

"You really want me to do this, don't you?"

"Yes John, I do. I will never hold it against you either way but as a favor to me and my very good friend, I hope you'll go through with this for all concerned."

A million thoughts were going through my mind but I couldn't form a sentence.

Sandra realizing my confusion just said, "John, everything is all set. I am taking the kids to the zoo and to a movie. You'll have the next 6 hours do to whatever you want. I won't even know if you went to her house and I won't ask you to tell me whether you did or not. Connie has also promised not to tell me. You see, if she has a child it may have been from you or it may not have been from you. You may have slept with Connie and then again, maybe you didn't. I also have time set-up for tomorrow. The kids and I will be gone from 10 AM to after 5 PM. You can go to a ballgame, you can go have beers with friends or you can do what I hope you will do."

As I continued to process this information, I was floating in a place previously unknown to me. My mind was screaming at me but nothing made any sense.

Never losing control of the moment, Sandra continued on, "Whatever you do, I will not let you fuck me this weekend." 

She could see total shock and disappointment in my eyes.

Her face softened and she said, "Look John, it's not that I don't want to be with you it's just that I want you to use yourself up on my friend. If you come home and are all tired out then we'll both know what your decision was. My intent is not to hurt you, my intent is to create an environment where you don't feel guilty." 

I must have had an absolutely blank stare on my face. Sandra in a playful voice sand cute little grin said, "Of course, I think I did a pretty good job of making sure that if you take the ballgame or out-for-beers route instead of servicing Connie then you are gonna have one bad case of blue balls, aren't you?"

I dumbly nodded without even really thinking about what I was nodding about. Sandra obviously took that as faint hope that I would comply and just smiled and said, "Good".

Then Sandra got out of bed and looking at me with tears still clinging to the corner of her eyes, "John, I love you and I appreciate that you'll really consider what I am asking. Now go and take a shower, but no touching yourself – if you know what I mean." Then with a giggle she headed out of our bedroom and as she proceeded to walk down the hall, she called back to me, "I'm gonna make you a nice bacon and eggs breakfast, you'll need the protein." 

That comment took my a bit out of my catatonic state and made both of us laugh.

In a total daze, I took my shower (with a very hard dick), shaved and came downstairs to a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. Sandra kept coming over to me to rub my shoulders, kiss me on top of the head and stroke my neck – just very attentive or should I say, "reassuring". 

A little while later, she hollered to the kids to, "get in the car, it's time to go!" The kids, didn't have to be told twice and raced to get into the car – they love the zoo.

Sandra came to say goodbye to me. She gave me a light kiss on the lips and then leaned forward so that her mouth was next to my ear and as she slid her hand over the front of my pants, giving my still hard cock a squeeze said, "You know, these balls don't have to stay blue all day." Then I felt her tongue lick my earlobe and she left.

I sat and thought a minute about Sandra. There was no doubt in my mind that she really wanted me to go through with this. I thought about Connie. I really didn't like her all that much but she was very good to my wife and kids and it's not so much that she wasn't nice to me, she just wasn't, "warm". I had always wished that we were better friends than we were and that made me realize that my wife was right. If I went to her home, it would only be sex. I certainly wasn't in love with Connie. I was in love with Sandra and she wanted me to do this for her.

I just sat in the kitchen weighing the options. I kept glancing at the kitchen clocks, the one on the stove, on the microwave, the kitchen wall clock and it was almost as if time itself was taunting me.

I got up and as I went to the family room, I saw my VCR blinking 12:00 (never could set that thing) and then the grandfather clock in the front foyer started to chime the quarter hour. The stress of my wife's request was being magnified by the time I had to fulfill her request.

However, in the end, all of my thoughts led to one thing. I had to at least go to Connie's. If I went for a beer or whatever else and didn't at least stop over then I couldn't help but think that the harm and hurt would be pretty extreme for her and for my wife. As I grabbed my wallet and keys I started thinking that, "just maybe I can talk her out of this and convince her that A.I. isn't so bad an option. Yeah, that's what I'll do," I thought.

Driving in a bit of a fog, it seemed like I was teleported to Connie's driveway. As I switched off the ignition to the car, I couldn't even recall any of the drive over. I kept trying to think of the words to disarm this ticking bomb. 

Before I even hit the doorbell, Connie opened the door.

She embraced me at the door and said, "Oh John, I just wasn't sure you'd come. Thank you so much!" Then she gave me a soft kiss on the lips and taking my hand, led me into the sitting room of her home. All I could think of is that maybe my coming her was a bad idea. By the way she received me, there is little doubt that she thinks I'm here to fuck.

Now Connie is not an ugly woman. She was wearing a pair of relatively short, shorts and a scooped out knit top. Connie has straight blonde hair that falls to her shoulders, brown eyes and rather profound breasts. The top that she was wearing today did a nice job of sculpting out her tits. 

She sat me on the loveseat and snuggled up next to me. Her breasts were pressing into my arm and I could tell that she was weeping. 

Undaunted, I said, "Connie I really think we need to talk about this a bit." 

Looking down, her reply was, "So you're not going to do it are you?"

"Connie, this is just not the typical approach to having children, don't you understand?"

In a very weak voice, Connie replied, "John, it has to be much more natural than artificial insemination."

I didn't exactly know how to argue with that so I just sat there in silence for a few moments. The silence was, to say the least, discomforting.

Having to say something, I said, "Connie, sex for a man is different than for a woman." Before I finished, all I could think of is that must be the dumbest thing I ever said and I kinda hit my self in the head for saying it.

Looking to quickly rectify the situation I tried a little different approach. "You know, you are a very attractive woman. There is no doubt that men find you desirable. It's just that I haven't been with another woman for over 12 years. I'm just not sure if I can make this happen."

This very proud, always-knows-the-right-answer, I'm-gonna-get-my-way-woman's reply was, "I understand, you don't have to if you don't want to."

"Oh geez Connie, I didn't mean it like that", but it was too late, she went from weeping to full out crying.

In between sobs, Connie blurted out, "John, I just don't know what to do. If I have a baby, I can't think of any other man I respect like I do you. I know you may not see it that way but I have always admired you for the kind of man you are and the kind of husband you are. Last night when Sandra made this suggestion, at first I thought she was nuts but in the end, it started to make sense to me. I thought it would be so much better to have had a baby in a more natural fashion. I would rather know who the father is. I would rather that father be you."

I was blown away and reached over and held her tight while she sobbed into my chest.

"Look Connie, I'll tell you what, let's give this a try. I'll do my best, ok. Now you go upstairs and get into bed and I'll be up there in a minute."

She leaned up and kissed me again on the lips and said, "John thank you."

I watched her pad her way upstairs and thought, "I really don't know if I can do this or not."

As I walked up the stairs I knocked on the door of Connie's bedroom. Again I thought, "Good grief why are you knocking...., she obviously expects you."

Connie just said, "Come in."

I entered and walked past her as she lay in the bed under the covers. I could see that her clothes had been removed and were sitting in the corner of the room. I walked past the bed and into her master bathroom. I opened up her cabinet and found what I was looking for.

As I re-entered the bedroom, I said, "Connie, we need a little ice breaker. How 'bout I give you a little massage with this baby oil I found and see if it does the trick? Roll over on your tummy for me."

As she rolled over, I took the liberty of pulling down the covers, leaving her covered by just her bed sheet. I then went around the bed and un-tucked the top sheet from the end and corners of the bed. Then I pulled the sheet down to her waist, just above her ass crack and started to work her back with the baby oil. All the while taking off my shirt, pants and socks and I left only my boxers on.

As my hands slid over her body I was starting to feel aroused. Connie's little moans as I slid my hands down to her lower back didn't hurt either. I worked her back in earnest for a little while and then pulled the sheet back up over her (to keep her from getting chilled) and then I pulled her left leg out from under the sheet. Now the sheet covered everything except Connie's leg, up to her hip and just a little of her left butt check was visible. 

Again, I started to work the oil, first on her feet and then up and down her smooth, tanned legs. I noticed the firmness of her legs and realized that her daily walks had really worked wonders for toning her thighs and calves. She also was a tanning booth addict and there were no tan lines to be seen. 

I had to admit, she had some great fucking gams and as I finished with her left leg, I started onto her right leg in the same fashion. My dick was as hard as a rock and I knew that I was going to fuck her but I wanted to continue with the foreplay so after finishing up her second leg, I pulled the sheet down to her mid thigh, exposing her ass and after smearing oil on my hands, I gave her a nice butt rub.


My Dilemma



Introduction

The following story is largely based upon facts related to me by a very good long-time friend of mine. He shared his story with me one night when we met and had dinner and drinks together. What follows actually happened to him; although I have used some artistic license in describing the details. He read an earlier draft that I had prepared and provided some comments that I believe greatly improve this final rendition.

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I have a dilemma on my hands. First, I need to provide a little background. I am a forty-five year old man, living with my forty-six year old girlfriend in a nice neighborhood in a suburban section of the San Fernando Valley, near Los Angeles, California. We have been together, as a couple, for about ten years. Each of us was married for about ten years as well. She has a son and daughter from her previous marriage, while my ex-wife and I had no children. 

Her son had lived with us most of the time we've been together until he'd enlisted in the Coast Guard. Prior to his discharge he had spent the last 13 months on a cutter in the Persian Gulf and was glad to be back in the States. After his discharge, his mother helped him get settled and find a nice apartment in a complex just a couple of miles away from our house.

I travel quite frequently, probably a two or three days a week on average. Normally, I take off early on Tuesday morning and don't return until late-Thursday night or mid-day on Friday. I enjoy my travel and my job, as I get to meet interesting people and see places around the country that I've not visited before. 

My girlfriend is a self-employed realtor, who specializes in selling and buying various commercial properties in the southern California region. She makes very good money through her commissions, and takes only those jobs that are worth her investment of time. Consequently, she has a fair amount of free time on her hands and enjoys interior decorating, photography, and cooking. Sometimes she will travel with me when I am going to a neat place that we've never been before.

I think that our sex life is excellent. We make love to one another two or three times a week and enjoy the intimacy of being together in bed at night and in the mornings on weekends. We both are touchy-feely kind of people and love to spend quality time together, cuddling on the couch, or working around our house and yard.

My girlfriend, Joanne, or just 'Jo,' is five feet five inches in height, probably about 140 pounds, kind of curvy, nice-sized boobs. She is very exotic looking, with medium-length jet-black hair framing her pixie-ish face. She and her children all reflect their eastern-European heritage. I think her side of the family is originally from Romania, or there about. She has fine dark hair on her arms, and needs to shave her legs virtually every day otherwise the hair would standout clearly. She has a very hairy vagina - I love her bush - she has absolutely the hairiest pussy I have ever seen. It is so sexy to see her nude, and run my fingers through her bush.

I am tall, over six feet three inches, well built, at about 210 pounds. I too, am dark-haired, salt and pepper on my head, chest and mustache. I have a nice-sized cock, seven inches when erect and nice and thick. The women that I have been privileged to have slept with have all liked my 'pussy-pleaser.' 

Anyway, with this introduction and background out of the way, back to my dilemma.

A few weeks ago, in early November, I had been on travel and was able to finish up with the client a couple of days early and decided to catch a flight home late the afternoon of the first day. I arrived back at LAX about 8:00 p.m., collected my car and started my drive up the 405 Freeway and over Sepulveda Pass toward home. 

When I turned onto our cul-de-sac about an hour and a half later, I could see that my girlfriend's son's pickup truck was in the driveway, so I parked on the street and unloaded my bags. The front door was locked so I let myself in and set my bags down and slipped off my loafers. We live in a split level, and I was on the ground floor. The house seemed quiet; I assumed that my girlfriend and her son had gone out to dinner or a movie together.

I went into the kitchen, glanced at the day's mail and opened a bottle of beer. I decided to go upstairs and take a shower and then relax in front of the boob-tube. I headed up the stairs toward the master bedroom and bath.

As I was walking down the hall, I noticed that our bedroom lights were on and some soft music was playing, but the door was half shut. At that same instant, I heard a low moan coming from my bedroom. Instantly I knew in my heart that it was an 'erotic moan.' I could just tell that it was made by someone in the midst of having sex, either by themselves or with another person. 

I quietly moved up to the door, and squatting down to my knees I slowly peeked around the door and looked into the room. What I saw completely flabbergasted me, I mean really shocked me to my core. I think I expected to see my girlfriend either masturbating herself; I mean I knew she liked to do that fairly frequently. The other option was that I'd find her with another man, like one of her male clients. What I saw was the last, the very last, sight I ever expected to see.

My wife was partially nude, topless; with her large pendulous breasts swinging as she knelt on the bed over the partially nude, bottomless, body of her twenty-four year-old son, Eric. Eric's hairy legs were spread wide on my bed. His mother was cupping and caressing his hairy balls as she stroked his long, thick, and very erect cock with her other hand. He was lying back on the bed, with his head on the pillows and moaning and groaning. 

I heard him say, "Oh, God, Mother, that feels so good...God, how I love the way you touch my cock..."

She replied in a low, sultry voice, "Baby, I love your cock! It is so big and sexy!"

I watched as she lowered her head down and took the head of her son's cock into her mouth and began to vigorously suck him off. She was moaning even as more and more of his thick shaft slid deeper into her mouth and throat. Eric arched his back on the bed and reached forward and gently clasped his mother's shoulders as she fellated him.

For several minutes I watched my girlfriend as she was orally fucked by her son. I think it was during this time that it really dawned on me that I was watching a mother and son commit incest, having sex with one another. God, it was, without a doubt, the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life.

As Jo sucked his cock up and down, in and out her mouth she fondled and squeezed his big balls in her free hand, while stroking his shaft as she licked and sucked his crown and glans. I could see her tonguing and licking his shaft, and then take one of his balls into mouth and suck and lick it too. From experience, I can tell you that Jo can suck a dick! The woman has real talent in the 'giving head' department.

Eric pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor next to the bed as he caressed and fondled his mother's large breasts and swollen dark nipples. I watched as he pinched and pulled on her nipples as she continued to give him head. She moaned around her mouthful of cock, and ran her hand up her son's ribbed hairy belly and up into the forest of his black, curly chest hair. I could see her fingers searching for his nipples and pinching them with her fingers as he groaned in delight.

He was groaning more loudly as he rubbed her back and played with her boobs, "Mmmm, Mom, oh, Mother, god that feels so good...Suck my dick, Mmmmm, suck my dick, Mom...Mmmm, I love you, Mom! God, it is so good to be back home again with you, I missed you so much..."

She raised her head up and looked at her son, her eyes flashing brightly, her face flushed, her mouth and lips slick with her saliva and probably his precum, "Honey, I love you too, and you can never know how much I missed you and your big hard dick, Baby. I want you to fuck me now, Eric."

"Oh, God yes, Mother, I want to fuck you so bad. It seems like forever since I last fucked you – felt my cock slide into your tight pussy, Mom..." he groaned as she again swallowed most his erect cock into her throat.

I realized at this point in time nothing was going to stop them from going forward with this. I think even if I'd decided to walk into the bedroom and confront them, that they were far too gone in their lust for one another. I also knew at this point, that this was certainly not their first time in having sex together. They were very clearly very intimately acquainted with one another's bodies and how to touch each other.

As shocked as I was, I must admit that I was extremely turned on at the same time. In a depraved and kinky way I wanted to see Jo and her son make love. No, I didn't really want to see them make love – I wanted to watch them fuck!

Jo got off the bed and reached behind and unzipped the short skirt she still had on and let it fall to the ground. She stood next to the bed looking down at her nude son with his rampant wet erection. She still had her nude pantyhose and I could see the dark muff of her hairy pubic patch through the hose. She looked so erotic standing there, nude, with her large breasts with their dark nipples hanging down on her chest, and still in her pantyhose. As I took in the scene in front of me I realized that my dick was as hard as concrete. As cliché as it sounds, my dick was so hard that I could have pounded nails with it.

She started to take off her pantyhose when Eric said, "No, Mother, please leave them on...I love your legs and cunt in your pantyhose."

Jo chuckled, "Oh, Eric, how many pairs of my hose are you going to ruin when we have sex?"

"Mom, they're cheap, and you know how much it turns me on to see you in them."

She climbed back up onto the bed with him and leaned in and kissed him, "Yes, Baby, I know, that's what started all of this, if you'll recall."

He moaned as she kissed him passionately on the mouth, and then replied, "Mmmm, yes, Mom, how could I forget the day you caught me jacking off into your nylons."

"You were certainly a horny young man back then – but then, you're still a horny young man – and Baby, that's what I love about you the most – you're always horny for Mama; aren't you, Baby?"

He answered her by rolling her onto her back and began kissing and licking her large full breasts. I watched as Eric sucked each of her large swollen nipples into his mouth and pulled and nipped on them with his lips and teeth. Jo just writhed on the bed, clutching his head to her chest as he sucked on her tits. I had always loved doing this to Jo too, as I knew that her breasts and nipples were very sensitive and gave her great sexual pleasure.

He kissed his way down her chest and belly, even as he continued to roll and squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples with his fingers and hands. Jo was lying back on the bedspread; her legs akimbo, her eyes closed as her only child, her son, pleasured and stroked her body.

When Eric reached her hose-clad waist he kissed, licked and nipped at her thighs and belly as she moaned and clutched his head in her hands, running her fingers through his dark hair, her fingers caressing his face and neck.

"She kept repeating, "Oh my darling, I love you, I love your touch, I love you, Baby, I love you, Baby, I love your touch, Touch Mama, Baby, I love you so much."

I could see that he was now licking and sucking her hose-covered cunt lips and clit. I should point out that Jo has the biggest clitoris I've ever seen on a woman. It really is a little cock, and erects and fully emerges from its hood of skin when she's wet and aroused. Jo loves to have her clit licked and sucked and rubbed while she's being fucked. I could tell from watching that Eric knew all of these intimate details about his mother's sex organ too. His head was buried between her thighs and he was licking and sucking her cunt with his lips, tongue and mouth. Jo had lifted her feet and placed them on her son's broad back as he gave her head.

As Jo began arching her back and clutched the comforter in her hands, I could tell that she was close to orgasm. Sure enough, she began to pant and moan loudly, "Oh God, Baby, Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming, Baby! I'm cumming! Eat me, eat me...Ohhhh, God, don't stop, I'm cumming, Honey! Oh my God!"

She shuddered and writhed on the bed, her fingers tangled in her son's sweaty hair, pressing his face and mouth into her spasming cunt as she came. It was so unbelievably kinky to watch two people whom I cared for so deeply reach this pinnacle of eroticism together, and then realize that they were mother and son.

Jo rolled and thrashed on the bed as her son gently continued to lick and suck her pussy through the pantyhose as the last vestiges of her orgasm washed through her body. I was totally enthralled as I watched her, thinking that I'd probably never made her cum this completely before.

Eric rose up on his knees on the bed; his large formidable erection bobbing from his hairy groin and moved up between his mother's spread legs.

"Mother, I am going to fuck you now! I need to put my dick in your wet cunt! I want to feel your wet pussy on my dick, Mom..."

"God, yes, Baby, fuck me! Fuck me now, Baby!" she moaned.

He then did the most erotic thing I'd ever seen or imagined. He reached down to his mother's crotch and took hold of her pantyhose in each hand and ripped them apart at the gusset and seam, baring his mother's hairy sex to his view.

Eric then scooted up between her splayed thighs and slowly hunched forward guiding the tip of his rock-hard cock between his mother's wet cunt lips. They both moaned in unison as their sexes joined. Slowly, so slowly, he sank his rigid, thick cock inside his mother's body. Her legs came up and wrapped themselves around his buttocks as he buried himself completely in her, his hairy balls resting against the lips of her stretched cunt.

As they lay still for a minute, I could tell that they were reveling in the feel of being joined together like this – sex organ to sex organ – mother and son together again. Her hands and arms came up and hugged his torso to hers, mashing her breasts into his sweaty chest hair. She kissed him on the lips feverishly. I could see their tongues probing and searching each other's mouths.

I watched as he slowly withdrew his long cock and then slowly pushed it back into her again. She moaned and rubbed her hose-clad feet and calves against her son's buttocks and thighs as he fucked his cock in and out of her wet sex. I could see his large hairy nuts swinging back and forth, slapping against his mother's pussy lips and ass cheeks as he pistoned in and out of her.

He lay on top of his mother's nude body as he fucked her, kissing her, sucking her neck, and fondling her large breasts, as they whispered erotically to one another.

She was groaning, "Oh, baby, yes, oh, God, Eric, I love your big dick fucking me. You have the biggest cock and balls that I've ever felt. Mmmmm, yes, baby! God, I missed your big dick, baby. Fuck me, fuck me, honey!"

He pulled his cock halfway out of her pussy and then kind of rotated his hips and then sank back down into her depths again. She groaned with obvious pleasure. He repeated this movement several more times. I realized that he was stroking and caressing her G-spot with the tip of his dick. This kid sure as hell knew how to fuck. I wondered if Jo had been responsible for teaching him how to make love.

After several more minutes, Jo huskily whispered, "Honey, let me get on top of you now, I want to ride your beautiful dick, baby."

I watched as he slowly withdrew his rigid cock from his mom's wet pussy and rolled heavily onto the bed next to her, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and his big cock glistening wetly with his mother's juices as it bobbed and flopped onto his belly.

Jo reached over and gave her son's dick a couple of rapid strokes and said, "God, I am so glad that you don't have to wear a rubber any more. I always hated feeling that latex separating your skin from mine."

He grunted, "Me too, Mom, Mmmm..."

It dawned on me that he had been fucking his mother bare. Obviously, she believed that she couldn't get pregnant any longer. Birth control had never been an issue for us, as I'd had a vasectomy a few years after we got together when it was clear that we weren't going to have children together.

Jo moved over her son's waist and straddled his nude body, her nylon-clad legs on either side of his hairy thighs. He reached up and began pulling and pinching his mother's hardened nipples as she grasped and held up the stalk of his cock and lowered her hairy cunt down onto his erect dick. Again, they both groaned as their bodies were joined together.

She spent several minutes slowly raising up and down on his dick, reaching back and fondling his hairy balls with one hand while she steadied herself with her other hand on his broad chest.

Eric's hands roamed up and down his mother's nude torso and thighs, sliding down to periodically squeeze her plump ass cheeks as she moved up and down on him.

After a few minutes she slumped forward on his chest and they began kissing as he began to shuttle his cock in and out of her cunt. I could hear the wet 'squishy' noises as his dick moved in and out of her pussy. He was really fucking her at a frenetic pace, his dick almost a blur as it moved in and out of the dark wetness of her crotch.

God, it was so incredibly erotic to watch them, part of me wanted to tear off my clothes and join them, although I knew that it would never work, not ever. These two were connected in only that very special and intimate way that a mother and son could ever connect. I realized then that I could never, ever let on that I knew about this side of their relationship; at least not if I wanted to remain with Joanne.

All of the sudden I could tell by their noises and movements that they were both close to orgasm.

Eric grunted, "Mom, oh, Mom, I'm gonna cum now...Oh, God, Mother, I love you! I'm gonna cum, Mom..."

"Yes, baby, cum for me...Me too...Oh, baby, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! God, I'm cumming too, Mmmmm, yes, yes, yes, yes...Ohhhhh, God, yes, Baby!"

Eric jammed his cock deeply into his mother's belly, raising his hips off of the bedspread and stiffened, lifting his mother's body up at the same time. I could tell that he was ejaculating his sperm and semen deep into his mother's womb at that very moment. She was thrashing in his arms as her orgasm overcame her too. Their lips were mashed together as they kissed, muffling their groans of lust and sexual satiation.

Slowly, slowly, as though time itself were slowing, their frenetic movements abated and they came to rest; a sweat-covered mother's body draped over the equally sweat-covered body of her son; both trembling with passion and love for one another.

I realized that it was time for me to beat a quiet, but hasty, retreat. I knew that I needed to get myself and my stuff collected and out of the house in the next couple of minutes if I wanted to ensure that they wouldn't catch me.

I drove to a hotel off of the freeway in Northridge and spent a restless night. All I could see with my waking and sleeping eyes were my girlfriend and her son coupled together in the sweaty throes of sex on my bed.

So, my dilemma is this – What do I do? Do I stay? I love her very much, but this is a lot to deal with. Do I tell her that I know? I think that if I do, then I will lose her; as she will be appalled that I know this about her. What happens to my relationship with Eric, as he is now my prime sexual competitor for her love and sexual attention; and I know that deep-down she'll always choose him over me.




My Dilemma



Thanks to 'Techsan' for editing this story.

It was the worst of times. It was the best of times. Boy, how many times have I heard that in my lifetime. Came from some book somewhere. Now a lot of the movies like to use that quote. For most people the statement is true. Only for me I seem to be getting more of the worst of times lately. My marriage of twenty-two years is ending in a not-so-good manner. Because of it, I might quit my job on the police force. So here I am at the old watering hole doing what I do best.

Police work is a hard job. A lot of people think that all we do is drive around and harass people and eat donuts. If that's your opinion, then you are in never, never land. Every time a cop makes a domestic call he puts his life on the line. That doesn't even begin to talk about car chases, robberies, rapes in progress or something as simple as serving a warrant. I have been shot at a lot more times than I've shot my weapon. You see, I have to watch when I shoot. The criminal doesn't. They just shoot away hoping to hit a cop. But now that might be all in my past.

My marriage was very unsteady. We had our good days but they were mostly in the past. Our four kids are either adults or almost adult. Only one still lived at home but you wouldn't know it. We never see him. Some days we might see his dirty laundry but that was about it. He was a stay-at-home college kid. So any free time he had he was out studying or with friends or both. I trusted him; he was a good kid as were our other kids. Two were married and the other away at college. We were lucky to see them at all.

That brings me to Beverly, my once wonderful wife. We had puppy love when we first got married. I guess you could call it rabbit love. The young sex was so great. We just did it, anything, anytime and anywhere we wanted to. Damn, those were some good years. But as the years went by and the kids start being born, our sex life was one of the first things to decrease. I guess that's the way it is with most marriages.

I'm sitting here at the Old Mill bar just wondering what went wrong. We loved each other. I know we did. I know we both loved our kids. We were always there for them. They were first in our lives. Unfortunately we didn't put each other at least second. I don't know what happened. We argued about bills, never enough money. Argued about who was suppose to do what. Shit, we even argued about what damn toilet paper to use and how it should be on the roller, such petty things that eventually separated us. Maybe we were just too proud to blame ourselves. 

We didn't seek counseling. I couldn't have some man or woman tell me how to live my life. Maybe it was a mistake. But our lives are full of them.

I came home one day and Beverly was yelling about finances. I was a full-time police officer and she worked part-time in the local market besides having the kids to raise. I told her I found some extra part-time work. I was to be a security guard at conventions, ball parks, races and even at the big theaters where all the stars played. The money was really good and I could do it as often as I liked. They preferred off duty officers and worked with our flexible schedules. Well, Bev was happy. She figured this would solve our financial woes.

She was right. Financially we did well. We lived within our means but our home life sucked. For over five years I did the part-time stints. Our marriage grew further and further apart. It was either me being home or the money. Bev stopped arguing with me because if I quit the jobs she couldn't have some of the luxuries to which she had become accustomed. I was lucky if we had sex once a month. Other than shooting my rocks off, I felt no love from Bev. Maybe I wasn't giving any love either but I guess maybe I didn't see it that way at the time.

In my career as a cop, I'm not going to say I didn't get a little on the side now and then. It did happen. Whenever I got home and my wife wanted nothing to do with me, I usually got pissed off, got back in my car, went to the local watering hole and sometimes found someone as lonely as me. The first couple of times I really felt bad about it. But after awhile it was just a fuck, a way to release the pressures a cop deals with. I knew I wouldn't get any at home. Believe it or not the women meant nothing to me. Maybe I was trying to get even with Bev in some odd way for not having sex with me. I haven't had sex with anyone since our separation. The moods weren't there anymore. Sure is hard to figure out why.

The way divorce came about was I had been doing a stint at the theater. It was about twenty miles from where I lived. I was on my way home when a call came across my CB saying a fight was in progress at one of the bars in the area I was in, so I called dispatch and told them I would meet the patrolman there. I arrived seconds after the patrol car and showed my badge. We all rushed in and stopped the fight that was still in progress. I looked around the bar and spotted my wife Beverly with a strange man. She saw me and tried to hide. It was too late.

I walked over to their booth as Beverly screamed, "My God, David!"

The son of a bitch with her went to stand up and I pushed him back down. He drew a knife on me. That was all I needed. I pulled him out of the booth and took my baton and started beating the son of a bitch. All the time my wife was screaming, "Please, David, don't, please, don't hurt him."

That was all I needed to hear. I kicked him one more time and then the other police officers pulled me off of him. They took me outside. By then I was cooling off a little. You just don't know how it feels to come across your wife with another man and then hearing the words, "Please don't hurt him."

The officers went back in to talk to the man. He said he was going to file police brutality charges against me. The officers informed him that he did pull a knife on an officer and they could write that up also. He still wanted me arrested so they went through all the trouble of filling out all the paper work.They let me go home but told me that they contacted my commanding officer and he wanted to see me first thing in the morning.

I told them to go back and tell my wife that I suggest she doesn't come home tonight. I will pack a few suitcases and will be out in the morning and she could return, that she would be contacted by my attorney within a few days.

I went home. It's hard to say how I felt - mad, numb, disgusted and even embarrassed. I did pack some of my everyday belongings into whatever suitcases I could find. I had no idea what else I wanted in personal items. I just wanted out of there.

I drove to a little rooming house that I knew of on the beat. I had my own room and bath. I could eat there at an additional cost but didn't take them up on it. I had no idea what home cooked meals were like anymore since Bev rarely cooked for me not knowing when I would get home. I set up an agreement to pay them weekly with a week in advance and a deposit. I went to my room and just sat there wondering what all went wrong.

The next day I showed up in uniform. My commanding officer called me in knowing all the facts from the night before. "Dave, I'm sorry, I really don't have much leeway here. This Joe Walters has filed brutality charges against you. No one can blame you for what you did but I have to follow protocol and give you two weeks suspension until an investigation is complete. I'm sorry but I have no choice."

"I understand Bill as long as the paperwork shows he pulled a knife on me before I ever hit him. I told the son of a bitch to sit back down so I could address my wife about what was going on. Then the bastard pulls a knife on me and I lost it. He was lucky I didn't blow his fucking nuts off."

"I know. I understand, Dave, and the report has it all in there. We are pretty sure that he will be charged with pulling a concealed weapon and that you acted with restrain with the other officers backing you up. But I still have to ask for your gun and badge." 

I told Bill I could use the time off especially since it was with pay. I had a lot of personal things to take care of. I gave him my cell phone number so he could reach me. I no longer had a home phone number. Hell, I didn't even have a home.

I contacted my attorney and he said that my wife had called and asked him if he would represent her. She needed his help. He told her that I was one of his best friends and would probably be my attorney in this case. I thanked him and started in on the whole God damn story. It hurt to think about it, let alone talk about it. I'm glad Roger, my attorney, was my friend. It made it a lot easier to talk to him rather than some stranger.

He told me he wasn't at all worried about the abuse charge. Due to the knife incident, he knew all charges would be dropped against me. On the personal side, he said it was still going to cost me dearly. There was no way around it even though she was the cheater. About the best I could do was a fifty-fifty split of all assets. I would still have to pay child support for my one son at home for another year. He was hoping for no alimony and thought I should win on that count. He would do his best to keep my retirement out of the settlement.

I told him I didn't want to see her again. Twenty-two years and she didn't have the decency to at least tell me. I wanted all dealings with her to go through him. 

He stated that I should help keep up the house payment till the divorce was final but all the credit cards should be paid off. We had enough savings to cover them. He called Bev and explained the bill situation and they took care of it.

After the investigation was finish the commander called me into his office. He told me the charges against me were dropped and I was given my job back. Joe Walters dropped his allegations and received a suspended sentence on his concealed weapons charge. He was put on two years probation. The Walters guy wanted Bev to vouch for him in his law suit against me. Bill, the Commander, told me that she told him no way would she say anything bad about me. Guess she must have felt a little something for me.

That all happened about three months ago. I got a call from Roger. He said the divorce was stalled. Roger said Bev was fighting it tooth and nail. I asked Roger what the hell she wanted, wasn't a fifty-fifty split fair?

"Dave, I talked to her this morning. You told me that you wanted me to handle all conversations with her. Well, you may have to talk to her. You see, she doesn't want a divorce. She wants you back."

"What? You've got to be kidding. I don't get it. I offered her her freedom and half of everything we own and she turns it down."

Beverly had tried to call me on the cell phone at least fifty or sixty times. She wasn't allowed to see me at the job. I told our receptionist not to forward any calls from her I was a hard ass. She told my attorney, Roger, to have me please call her. She wrote at least twenty letters and gave them to the kids or to Roger to give to me. At the beginning I really didn't care what she had to say. When anyone handed me a letter from her, I ripped it up in front of them. I have not talked to Beverly since I walked out on her that night in the restaurant. 

I was at a loss, I told Roger to hold tight and I would get back with him. I had to give this some more thought. I think it was time to face Bev.

Funny I remember my wife yelled out how she didn't want him hurt but their relationship went nowhere after that day. Probably because she wouldn't back him in his lawsuit.

Our kids heard the story from their mother. I'm not sure exactly what she told them. They were really pissed at her but she was their mother and they stuck by her. After losing her husband and then her lover all she had left was the kids. I kept in contact with them but they were closer to their mother than to me because I spent all my time working while they grew up. I did still have an open line of communication with them. After all they were my kids even though they were grown up. The only thing I would not discuss with any of them was their mother. If any of them brought up the subject I just hung up.

I quit my part-time jobs. Money wasn't important to me anymore. After going back on patrol I even thought of quitting the force. I simply didn't have the "protect and serve" attitude anymore. I did like my job and it did give me something to do and I was good at it.

As I sat there at the bar I had to wonder what my true feelings were for Bev. I mean I spent twenty-two plus years with her. Did I love her? God, I know I did. Did I hate her? I hate what she did to me. Was I happier without her? Boy, that was an easy one to answer. After twenty-two years together I missed her deeply, in spite of our having grown apart. Believe me I thought about it all. I think I could have made it past even the cheating and maybe reconciled with her sometime. But the words, "Don't hurt him," would not leave my brain. He pulled a knife on me but she was worried about her lover.

Every night after I finished patrol I ended up at the Old Mill. Funny, I never got drunk. I usually had a beer or two and then drank coffee. I usually ate a greasy burger from the bar and thought about Beverly, my life and where I went wrong. Man, it was sad. The more I thought of Bev the more I missed her. I kind of wished I had read the letters now. Maybe I was wrong. I never did hear her side. I guess I was too proud. I felt as though my life was over and I didn't really have any answers. I played the proud, egoistical man that knew it all, knew he was cuckolded, and didn't need to listen. Well, I proved my point, I was the man you didn't mess with.

As I sat there in my booth a woman came by and stood next to me. I didn't even look up. I knew who it was. I could smell her. 'White Diamonds' was what Beverly always wore. I have smelled it every night in my dreams since I've been alone. Then I heard the words. "David, may I join you?"

I didn't answer.

Then again, "David, please talk to me. David, I need to talk to you, please."

I looked up into the eyes of my near ex-wife. She had tears in her eyes. I told her to go ahead and sit down but I might not be the best company in the world.

"Dave, I've wanted to talk to you for three months. Ever since I made that stupid mistake." I butted in.

"That wasn't a mistake. Spelling a word wrong. Giving someone the wrong change. Maybe I'll go as far as saying kissing someone and then realizing you shouldn't have might even be a mistake. But don't sit here and tell me that fucking someone and saying how much you wanted them is a mistake. Look in your dictionary and you will find out it's called cheating, or adultery."

"I'm sorry. I used the wrong word. Yes, I'm sorry I cheated on you. I need to tell you about it ."

"Why? So you can go to confession with a clean heart and feel better about yourself?"

"David, please listen to what I have to say. It's not to clear my conscience. It will never be cleared as long as I live. I just need to tell you the truth. I know you are probably not going to believe me but I must tell you the truth."

"Okay, Beverly, I'll try to listen but I can't help it if I break in. You see, even though our marriage might have never been the greatest, I have been thinking about it and you were my best friend as well as my wife. Then you took that trust and crushed it for a lover." Beverly was crying.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry. I have ruined both of our lives and hurt the lives of our children. Please let me get this out. I love you, David, I have always loved you."

I butted in. . . "Then why the fuck did you tell that son of a bitch you loved him? Yeah, right to my face you said, 'Stop, David, Don't hurt him.' Why don't you explain that remark before going any further with all this new-found love for me."

"Okay, David, I will start with the time at the bar when you caught us together. To begin with, I do not nor I have ever loved Joe. The only reason - now listen to me, David - the only reason I said, 'Don't hurt him' was because I was worried about you. I know how strong you are. You could have beat him to within an inch of his life and it would have been you who would have gone to jail. I can't make you believe me but, as God is my witness, that is why I said it to you. Knife or no knife I know you could take him down."

"So are you saying he wasn't your lover and that you never had sex with him. Do you expect me to believe that?"

"No, I said no such thing. I just didn't want you to be charged for my stupidity. This part is going to be much harder to tell you. I did not have sex with Joe. Please listen, David. I need for you to know the truth. About two days before that night, Joe, who worked in the same store as I did, asked me out to lunch. As you know our love life had been - how should I say it? Pretty much nonexistent. I'm not blaming you. It was both our faults."

"Joe kept telling me how nice I looked and all the other compliments a woman likes to hear and then took me to his apartment. He started kissing me. He did touch my breast but I wouldn't let him go any further. I told him I had to think about it. He asked me to meet him for dinner at the bar the night you caught us. When you came home after the first meeting I had with him, I couldn't even face you. I wanted to just disappear. Anyway I went to meet him to tell him it was over. There was no way I could cheat on you. I had done too much already. He told me he was going to tell you if I didn't continue the relationship. I asked him what relationship. That few minutes in his apartment was a mistake, not a relationship."

"I thought about it and the sex was not worth losing my marriage over and if he wanted to tell you, then he could go ahead. Our marriage might be over but you would probably kill him. The next thing I knew, you were standing there."

"Why should I believe you? Why should I believe anything you tell me? You broke my trust in you."

"David, I know that. I live with that guilt every day too. You deserved better than me, I know that. You just have to understand that I know I was wrong. I can't go back and change it. God, I wish I could but I can't. The only thing I want from you is to understand how sorry I am. I don't want a divorce. I still love you and always will. I did my best to contact you but you wanted nothing to do with me."

"David, just so you know. I had never cheated on you before or after that one time. I have never ever even kissed another man. I don't know if you want any contact with me or not but here is my new phone number. I had it changed so Joe would stop calling me. I work at a kids day care now full time. I even quit the store. I came here to finally get a chance to tell you the truth. I love you, David, and am sorry for ruining both of our lives."

I sat there in thought as she got up and started toward the door. I knew I loved her still also. I needed time to think. If everything she told me was true, I might have made a big mistake.

I yelled to her "Bev, please come back here." She turned around and looked at me.

"Please come here. I have something to say too." She came back with tears in her eyes and sat down.

"Something is wrong in our relationship. You see all I have done for the last three months is think about you. I was wrong about so many things. I think we took each other for granted. We let every little thing come between us. We grew further and further apart, Neither of us giving an inch, each being too proud. Bev, I love you. I realize how much I have missed you and what a stupid ass I have been not speaking to you. I want that to change. "How do you feel about it?"

"My God, David, all I want is you back home with me. It's been so lonely coming home knowing you will never be there."




My Dilemma



"Well, from now on I will be. No more part time jobs. We'll live on what we make. The kids are grown so just maybe we can act like a couple of rabbits again. At least once in awhile. I do have to ask you, Bev. Why did we grow so far apart sexually?"

"I would prefer not to answer that, Dave. Let's just start new from here, please."

"I'm sorry, Bev, but I need to know. Whatever it is is what was breaking us apart and I want to make sure it doesn't happen again. Please, Bev, if you know tell me."

She had tears in her eyes and I waited a few seconds for her to speak. Her head was lowered and her hands were held tightly together. As she slowly raised her head she said, "I knew you were cheating on me. Women were calling the house asking for you. I figured you didn't love me anymore. I wanted our family to stay together for the sake of the kids. I never stopped loving you. I just held it in hoping that they were just one night stands and that on day it would stop. Whenever you wanted to make love to me, I just thought of myself as a one night stand. I loved you but didn't feel love coming from you. So I just did my duty as a wife."

I was the one with tears now. I accused her of cheating when I was the real cheater. I was the one that needed to be ashamed. I looked up at Bev who still had tears in her eyes. "I promise you with all my heart that it will never happen again." I told her I was a fool and never knew what I had until I almost lost her. We have the rest of our lives to make it all good again.

She came to my side of the booth and kissed me. God, how I missed her kisses. She looked at me and said, "I'll forgive you if you will forgive me."

We got up and left the Old mill as Bud the bartender looked at me and said, "It was nice knowing you, Dave. Don't come back unless you have Bev with you." Then he smiled.

I told Bev to leave her car. We could get it the following day. I wanted her with me. What a fool I have been. I went back to our house and we went to our bed and started a new life from that day forward. She never mentioned my past affairs and I never mentioned her mistake.

Thank you for reading my story

comments always welcome

DG Hear



My Dilemma



After 12 years of marriage a couple should get to know each other pretty well, or I thought so, then my husband, Bobby (and I'm Janice), seemed to change almost over night, into some kind of a sex manic. I think the devil himself has got into him. All I know is that we used to have sex once a week and now my husband is having me perform sex, kinky sex! Every morning, noon and night. He wants sex at least three times a day and I am beginning to panic with every passing weekend. Why? Because my husband wants all kinds of kinky sex and I am being exploited and used , like a housewife whore, a sexual slut and a trampoline tart.

It all began when I won a magazine competition for long weekend holiday break in a hotel down in Cornwall. The hotel was in St. Ives. Its a big hotel overlooking St. Ives bay with a sea view from our window. The room was great, four star with en-suite, satellite tv etc. Also there was a line of reading books and my husband picked one up and read the title. 

"The Book of Tales from the Erotic East 1900." 

'Shall we read that at bedtime tonight Janice?' He was just having joke. But after Bobby started reading that bloody book he changed and everything changed between us. Our sex life our relationship and how my Bobby behaves with me and towards other people, is become a bit disturbing and I am not quite sure what to do.

That afternoon he was reading the book while I was having a shower. I was in the shower when Bobby came in and got into the shower with me. Bobby poured soapy shower gel over me and began to wash me down. It all began quite sexy at first. Bobby was washing me down and then he began touching me between my legs and he whispered into my ear about having a quickie in the shower. So I let him and we had a quickie sex fumble in the shower together. 

When I got out Bobby suggested I wear my black stockings and black lace suspender belt under my dress. That was fine because I know he likes me wearing sexy lingerie sometimes. But he also suggested I not wearing my black lace panties too! So that my pussie would be bare under my dress! Well I said no, but he insisted and when I did put on my black panties, he came over to me and pulled down the panties to my knees, then Bobby bent me round and over and spanked my bare backside with his open palm. I was really surprised.

'No panties, tonight, or for the rest of the weekend' Bobby said to me. 'That's an order, Understand?' 

'Ok, ok I'll do it.' I said and left it at that. So I just had on my black stockings and black lace suspender belt on under my dress and left off my black panties. I got dressed and Bobby did too. Then just as we were about to leave the room Bobby suggested I might want to give him a quick flash of my pussie. He asked me to lift my dress up and show him my black stocking tops, suspender belt and my bare naked pussie.

'Go on Janice give us a quick flash of your sexy legs.' He said with a big grin on his face.

'Ok, ok I'll do it, but only if your nice!' I said back. So I lifted my dress up and gave Bobby a quick flash. Well as soon as I done that Bobby was over me. He put his hand between my legs and told me to turn round and bend over the end of the bed. I did what he wanted, then he got hold of me on the bed told me to stay there.

'I'm going give you a good hard shagging up that sexy fucking cunt of yours madam! And your going to enjoy it! You fucking sexy little slut, flashing your cunt at me, you tart!' That's what he said to me. Next thing I know is I'm being pushed over the end of the bed and Bobby is spreading my legs apart and he's pushing himself at me and having sex with me. He pushed me forward until I was on top of the bed on my hands and knees with my dress pushed up to my waist and Bobby is having full sex with me. Well not really sex, more like fucking actually. I was being fucked like a dog on that bed. I was being shagged by my own husband like a bitch on heat and he was making me do it. 

Bobby was huge inside me, I could feel him as he was fucking me, his cock was so big I was feeling it all the way up inside me, I was actually an amazing feeling that I could still turn on Bobby so much that he was that big and I was quite naturally very pleased that I still had that sort of effect on my husband after 12 years of marriage. I had an intense orgasm with Bobby riding me and Bobby came inside me in that position too! Now don't get me wrong. I was loving this sexual attention. As I said we usually did it once a week. So having Bobby 'Bonk' me like that was quite good fun, at first! Then he wanted more and more. That's when I began to worry just a little, then to worry a lot. I knew that something had set him off but I did not realise it was that dirty book he had been reading, but the more he read that book, the more obsessed he became with us having sex.

The weekend after that was just about sex, sex and more sex, of every kind between us. Bobby want me to have sex with him first thing in the morning, which was great, and I had some fantastic orgasms and Bobby seemed to be able to keep his cock hard for a long time. Then he wanted me to turn round and fuck me from behind. That was ok for a while, but he began to spank me and slap my bare backside, leaving my bum cheeks a bright rosy red colour. Then Bobby explained what he wanted me to next.

'Suck and fuck!' As he put it. He wanted to spunk into my pussie and then for me to lick his cock clean and then fuck me again and cum into my mouth and do it again, over and over. 

When I got dressed I was to wear stocking and suspenders underneath and no knickers. If I tried to wear knickers Bobby would bend me over and spank me. Really spank me! It hurt and he left red hand print marks all over my sore red marked backside.

Bobby took me shopping for more underwear. New pairs of stockings, new lingerie, suspender belts, knickers and panties, basques, corsets and bras etc. He spent a fortune on buying me new lingerie. Some very elegant and some as tarty as you could imagine. Back at the hotel I had to put on a show for him, dressing up in my new underwear. Bobby had also bought a new camera and as I was 'Modelling' my new outfits he was taking sexy photos of me. Then he wanted me to start stripping.

'Get your tits out for me, and stick out your chest for a good photo.' He was telling me. I tried to say no but all he did was threaten to spank me, spank me hard he said. He took his photos but he demanded more and more, more posing more baring of myself. I realised then Bobby was going to ask even more.

The next thing he wanted was me to bare myself completely for him so he could take more porno sex photos of me, spread across the bed in the hotel room. I hesitated for a moment or two then just gave in to him.

'Get your knickers off and spread your legs Janice. I want some good photos of our pussie.' He said next.

'Turn round and bend over and stick your bare arse in the air and keep your legs parted, I want some really good photos of your 'Cunt' and 'Bum Hole' for my new photo album.' That's what he said to me. So I did it for him, I posed this way and that, I spread my legs apart and Bobby took more photos of me. Then he put the camera onto 'automatic', then he climbed onto the bed beside me and pushed his cock into my mouth. The camera took a photo of Bobby and I. Next Bobby reset the camera and back on the bed he mounted me with his cock up my cunt and fucked me, I turned my head away, embarrassed having sex like that and being photographed like a slut in a porn magazine.

Bobby just laughed at me. He wanted me to pose again, he insisted.

'No need to be shy Janice, its only a few sexy photos. I'll do it again and this time look straight at the camera ok! Or you'll get a spanking!' Bobby reset the camera and got me up onto my hands and knees, he got behind me and pulled on my hair so I was facing the camera.

"Now Fuck! Fuck with me you randy bitch and show your face, so I can see what you look like fucking with my cock up your tight bitch cunt!' Bobby ordered me and the camera took a photo of me being fucked like a 'Doggy' bitch. As my husband banged my cunt hard and fast with his cock inside me. God I was so ashamed of myself.

'Good Girl!' Said Bobby 'Good Girl, now lets do some more shall we?' 

Bobby fucked me over and over across the bed while the camera took automatic photos of us together. Bobby was finally satisfied when I had an intense screaming orgasm and he caught the moment with a photo of us on camera. Bobby was very happy with that photo and I have to admit it was amazing sex.

After that I found it easier to bare myself and behave like a tart! So I did, I am ashamed to say, I bared myself and let my husband use me for sex. For the rest of the stay at the hotel, Bobby and I had sex almost all the time. I had to dress up as a tart and Bobby would have me in various sexual positions, on the floor, over the bed, in front of the windows, in the bathroom. Over and over again. It seemed he had endless amounts of sexual energy. I have to admit it was very erotic and I was having the most amazing orgasms with Bobby making me cum over and over, but at the same time I was also a little ashamed of the way I was behaving and the way Bobby was expecting me just to perform sex with him. He took endless amounts of porno photos of us fucking.

I thought that once the weekend was over then everything would just go back to normal. But it didn't. On the drive back home Bobby insisted I wore stocking and suspenders under my dress and once again refused to let me wear knickers. Driving up the motorway Bobby put his hand under my dress and began to sexually play with my pussie and run his hand up and down my stocking legs. After while he also lifted my dress up and exposed my sex to passing lorry drivers, flashing my underwear and bare pussie. At one point Bobby pulled into a service area and he fingered me to orgasm and then told me to get into the back seat and there he fucked me on my knees, giving me a 'quickie', while he kept a look out for other drivers.

When we arrived home Bobby marched me straight upstairs into our bedroom, he told me to strip and get onto the bed. I did as I was told. I stripped off my clothes and wearing just my black stockings, suspender belt and black high heels I got onto the bed. Then for the next couple of hours I was shagged and fucked like a whore. I was made to suck his cock and then he would mount me and play kinky sex games with me. I had orgasm after orgasm as Bobby just pounded away at me, turning me over and using me this way and that. Even anal kinky sex with Bobby using a banana as a makeshift dildo, up my cunt as he mounted and pushed his cock into my body, using my bum hole for kinky perverted sex with me.

I do admit I am enjoying having all this sex and having the sexual orgasms too. But it's the way that Bobby had changed. He brought the damn stupid book back with him from the hotel.

"The Book of Tales from the Erotic East 1900." He keeps reading it and the more he reads this book the more frantic, freaky and pornographically perverted he gets with his sexual appetite. 

I'm not sure what to do. I have wanted to confide in a friend or talk to someone but not sure who to trust to share my dilemma with. As for Bobby he has now bought a video camera and tripod and has set it up in the bedroom and has begun to make home porn video's of us having sex. He also wants us to try swinging with other couples. He has told me that I would enjoy being shagged by another mans cock filling up my mouth, cunt and bum hole and that I would also enjoy watching him make another woman orgasm with him fucking all her sex holes, in front of me, while I am used in the same way by another man. Bobby also wants to video us doing that too. He has become obsessed with porn photos and videos of us fucking and shagging together.

I'm not sure if I would enjoy being used by another couple, perhaps I might with the right people, but at the same time the sex we are having is absolutely amazing and I'm enjoying more orgasms now than I have since we got married. I don't know quite what to do. What should I do? Do I continue or do I call a halt to this sexual madness. I am in a bit of a dilemma.



My Dilemma



This could only happen to me.

I have a tendency to forget things particularly when I am in a rush. This time my forgetful mind put me in a very embarrassing situation that I still can't believe was real, although I will admit up front that it left me quite excited.

Last week my boss asked me to run downtown and pick up a very important signed contract from a key client, whom I will call, Mr. X.

I knew how important this contract was not only to her, but also to the entire company.

It fairly represented whether we made our annual budget or missed it.

And I only had 45 minutes to pick it up before Mr. X left for vacation, where he refused to allow any interruptions from his family.

I rushed out to my car and allowed my GPS to guide me away from any traffic snarls that could delay me.

I arrived in front of Mr. X's office building and parked on the street instead of picking a parking lot, as I felt that the lot would just delay me more.

I had 15 minutes to spare and was feeling quite proud of myself as I gathered up my purse and a plastic envelope that I had brought along to protect the contract from the elements.

Oh, did I mention that it was pouring rain outside and in my rush I had forgotten to grab my raincoat on the way out of the office.

I was now in front of his office and had only a few steps across the city sidewalk to keep myself dry and pick up the contract.

I looked for traffic in my side mirror and when it was all clear, I quickly opened my door and jumped out to make my dash to the safety of the building.

Just as the car door left my hand, I realized that the keys were sitting on the front passenger seat right where I placed them when I picked up the envelope.

I jerked my body back towards the door, which caused my dress to fly out and slide a good portion of it inside the closing car door.

The door closed tight and I was caught from my hem to almost my waist in the door.

The term "if it wasn't attached, you would forget your head" just didn't apply as everything was attached, but I wasn't sure for how long.

I pulled on it and could hear the fabric start to rip, which was not an acceptable solution. This was my sister's favorite dress, which I borrowed for the day and I had to return it intact.

The fact that it was getting wet was bad enough, but could easily be remedied by a simple dry cleaning.

I looked at my watch and my 15-minute cushion was now down to 8 minutes.

I panicked as I considered my alternatives and the need to get that signed contract.

I called my husband as he had our extra set of keys on his key chain and got his voicemail. I left a message explaining my predicament as well as my location, but knew that he couldn't possibly arrive in time. I honestly didn't know what else to do, so I took a big gulp of air, reached behind me, unzipped the dress down to my waist, slipped it off of my shoulders and pulled it down to my waist.

The rain was coming down in sheets.

Right at this point, I remembered what panties I had put on that morning. I was wearing a very teeny pair of black sheer panties that had "Sexy Little Thing" across my bottom.

I started to scold myself for wearing such ridiculous panties to the office. The only place that I was comfortable being seen in them was standing in my bedroom in front of my husband.

However I had to get that contract.

I twisted myself sideways to be able to lift one of my legs high enough to free it from my dress. Once one leg was free, the next one was easy enough.

I was now standing on a downtown city street in a black demi cup bra, which threatened at any time to reveal my very erect nipples, black patent leather high heels, black thigh high stockings and my aforementioned sheer black bikini panties. Was it the rain or my predicament that was causing my physical reaction? 

At least the rain made me invisible to passing motorists. At the same time caused my bra and panties to become virtually see through as everything now clung to my body. 

My heart was beating out of my chest, while at the same time a warm glow was starting to stream through my body.

The warm rain cascading off my almost naked body was such a sexual sensation that my body was vibrating in response to it.

I kept telling myself that I was not getting excited, however the physical signs were difficult to ignore.

With as much dignity and courage as I could muster, I walked around my car, across the sidewalk and into our client's office.

Thank goodness no one else was in the reception area and the lighting was recessed so I wasn't standing in a bright light that would make me appear almost naked.

The pretty young receptionist immediately shot around her desk in an attempt to get me to exit through the same door that I came in. It occurred to me that she thought that I was some kind of stripper gram, although I had already stripped. 

I pulled out my business card and attempted to explain what had happened and why I was there.

She went into a closet beside her desk and handed me a jacket that she said someone had left when visiting the office.

She also pointed me to the restroom so I could look less like a drowned kitty.

I quickly went into the restroom and started pulling reams of paper towels out of the dispenser and used them to dry myself off.

They also has an air dryer that I used on my hair and when that was dry I removed my bra and panties and blow dried them before putting them back on.

As I was standing naked in front of the air dryer, the receptionist walked in to inquire how I was doing.

She looked me over from head to toe with a smile that she tried to conceal and I could read the word "Nice' silently formed by her lips.

Instead of this making me uncomfortable, I found myself enjoying the subtle compliment.

As she left she said, "If you need anything, just let me know".

I thanked her for her help and the use of the jacket.

She told me that my client was ready for me and as soon as I felt prepared, she would escort me to him.

There was that warm flush again.

I was able to get myself presentable again, although I was still in my teeny sheer panties.

I put on the jacket, which reached almost to my hips. It was bright red, and was a perfect offset to my black embroidered panties.

It was funny to think that if I wanted to be overtly sexy, it was exactly what I would have worn to show off to my husband.

I turned around and looked in the mirror, and despite my best efforts, the jacket barely reached to the top of my panties. So "Sweet Little Thing" was still prominently displayed.

I went back out to the receptionist, and fortunately, I was still the only one in the reception area. She then apologized as she led me through the office past at least 20 employees, who could not help but notice a woman in a bright red jacket and teeny panties among their midst.

Everyone stared and I felt a tingling start to course through my body. It was a very unexpected and very pleasant warm surge that centered itself in that sensitive spot between my legs.

I could not believe that my exposure was turning me on.

Their looks were like an aphrodisiac for me as I saw their eyes open wide and watch me walk past them. Again and again I heard the same word that the receptionist had mouthed earlier, "Nice".

For I moment I thought that I had not completely dryed my panties, but quickly realized that I was getting wet from their attention.

I have often fantasized about walking through a business office of strangers in just my teeny panties and heels and now I was living that fantasy.

It was having a very pleasant but embarrassing effect on me as I felt my body start to flush and my breathing becoming quicker.

The impulse to touch myself was overwhelming. I knew that I needed to focus on why I was there and to get out as quickly as possible.

I was led into Mr. X's office, which was decorated in a beautiful masculine statement of black leather chairs, and an onyx topped desk. Everything on his desk was in sterling silver i.e. pen, pencil, letter opener, paper clip holder, etc.

It was intoxicating.

Mr. X, whom I had never met before, was an extremely handsome male with slightly graying hair topping a 6'2" frame with penetrating light brown eyes. He was impeccably dressed and carried himself in such a manner as to make any woman feel giddy around him.

I absolutely love my husband and would never consider cheating on him, however this man was beautiful.

The tingling in my body was coming back.

He asked me to sit down as he reached into his desk for the signed contract.

"I am so sorry about what happened to you and hope that you aren't too uncomfortable what with the rain and your current state of undress", he said in a very distinguished and caring voice.

The black leather chair enveloped me in luxury as I sat with my legs uncrossed and knees tightly together, which seemed almost ludicrous. No matter how I sat, my panties were fully on display, and Mr. X was having a difficult time focusing his eyes anywhere other than between my legs.

I felt another flush of warmth go through my body and realized that I was going to leave a wet spot on his chair.

My client came over from around the desk and I could feel his subtle sexuality, as he looked me over.

I reached forward to take the contract, which parted my legs, and caught his quick glance at my sheer crotch.

I tried to act perfectly comfortable in front of him, but my nerve endings were at hyper alert and every time we made eye contact, that same flush of warmth enveloped me.

I thought that maybe if I crossed my legs, I would be able to keep the moisture flowing from my lower body from soaking through my sheer panties.

I had forgotten what happens when a woman in teeny panties crosses her legs. The panties are essentially pulled down so far that only a teeny triangle of material remains above her legs.

Thank goodness I had recently waxed or I would have given my client confirmation of my true hair color.

I was so sexually aroused that I didn't think that I could calmly get up and leave, but Mr. X had just received a call from reception that my husband had arrived with a change of clothes and an extra set of keys.

I stood up and a quick glance at the cushion of my chair confirmed my earlier fear that I had left evidence of my arousal. My impulse was to try to inconspicuously wipe it off, but I knew that my action would be too obvious. Maybe he would think it was from the rain anyway.

I shook Mr. X's hand and turned towards the door not realizing that this would be his first look of my embroidered posterior.

He simply said, "I would have to agree" as he read the words "Sexy Little Thing" across my bottom.

I stupidly tried to pull my jacket down to cover myself to no avail.

The walk through the office area was even more arousing for me than before as everyone now knew about my exposure. My heart was racing so fast that I dropped the plastic file containing the all too important contract and had to bend over to pick it up, giving everyone an extended view of my embroidery.

I swear that if I had been a criminal and everyone there was asked to identify me, they would have been able to describe my panty clad bottom in detail, but probably had no idea what my face looked like.

This was probably a good thing for my reputation and me.

I found my husband and retreated to the ladies room to get clothed. As I put my clothes on I could not believe how turned on I was from this experience.

My panties were soaked and I realized that I needed to rinse them out and again dry them under the air dryer.

I then collected the extra keys, gave my husband a hug and a kiss, retrieved my dress from the car door and began my drive back to the office.

My whole body was tingling from the experience and each time that I recalled the look in everyone's eyes as they stared at me especially Mr. X, that warm flush of sexual excitement would go through me again.

As I entered the parking structure at work, I parked the car and sat back with my eyes closed. As the clear memory of this experience flooded my senses, I found my left hand pulling my skirt up my legs as my right hand explored between them. Within 2 minutes I was breathing like a sprinter as my body convulsed in the most delicious orgasm I have ever had solo.

Right at this point my cell phone rang and my boss not too politely asked, "Where the Hell are you." Thank goodness for hands free communication as I quickly pulled my hands out from under my skirt and replied, "I will be inside in just a minute".

I will admit that every time I replay this embarrassing experience in my mind and remember what it felt like to walk through a professional office in my black sheer panties, that familiar flush of warmth courses through my body and I want to be naughty again.

I have also found that my choice in panties has not become anymore conservative. Who knows when I might have to run an errand in my underwear again?



My Dilemma



Hi Everybody,

My latest offering is not for the faint hearted, possibly one of the toughest I've written. After my previous one that's saying something. 

A special thank you to Siren Capts for her editing.

Despite the title this is fiction. All characters are the result of my over active imagination. Any resemblance to a person or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. 

Enjoy. 

CharlieB4





My Dilemma

I was in a rush as I drove towards home, my two daughters had a piano recital and I had promised I'd be there. Coming up to the driveway I looked at the mailbox, the flag was up. It was a rarity these days as I got my paper and most of my bills online. I jammed on the brakes and waited for the cloud of dust that was following me to pass before opening the door of my ute. Looking inside, I pulled out the letters: two junk mail offerings, one from a telco trumpeting a new plan, one from a power company sprouting their new fee structure, and one large nondescript A4 envelope with a hand written label addressed to me. Turning it over, there was no sender information and my interested was piqued. 

Just then the opening riff of AC/DC's Back in Black blared from the phone in my pocket - it was the wife.

"What the fuck are you doing, Mike? We are going to be late!" Jane scolded.

"I'm on my way down the drive!" I replied, throwing the mail on the passenger seat, jumping in, and flooring it the eight hundred metres up the drive to the house.

Scooping up the envelopes, I made my way into the house, discarding them in the overflowing in-tray on the desk in the office before going to face the music in the bedroom. I had my shirt off and was working on my pants when I walked through the door.

"What have you been doing?" Jane turned away from the mirror where she had been putting in her earrings.

"I had to catch a sheep that was having trouble lambing," I replied, taking off my pants and reaching for the deodorant.

"Are those sheep more important than your family?" 

"They pay the bills. Anyway you know these things never start on time." I had my clean shirt on and was reaching for my freshly laundered jeans.

"Just for once I'd like to not be the last one there!" 

"I'll still beat you to the car," I retorted as I pulled on my boots and stood, ready to go.

It was a week before I got to sit down at the desk in the office again. It was close to time for me to submit my quarterly goods and services tax return, so I began to organise the pile of invoices into bills, income, and junk. The envelope I had added to the pile was sticking out, so I grabbed it and opened it up. What I saw made my blood run cold. 

It contained six old style photographs. They appeared to have been taken without the subject's knowledge, most through a window, the others around a door. They were very dodgy efforts, like they had just held the camera in front of the window and clicked away without looking to focus or frame the shots. They showed a man and a woman in various stages of sexual contact - Nosey and my wife.

From the first look, I knew where and when they had been taken though I had never been to the house. While these pictures were being taken, I had been sitting, waiting, in my father's old truck at the park for Jane to arrive. My sister's four-year-old sat beside me complaining about the wait and asking where Jane was. I was fuming when she was finally dropped off. I could feel that anger rising in me again, just as it had sixteen years ago.

I leaned back in the chair running my fingers through my hair as the past came flooding back. We had been married for four years back then; we were going through a sticky patch that many married couples have.

We had just bought the farm next door, and I was working long hours to get it into a more productive state. Jane had been having problems at the real estate firm where she worked. The lady, who had hired and mentored her three years before, had sold the business. The new owner, a man, was making changes and all the staff were upset. Two of her colleagues had resigned, and my wife was feeling very isolated. My long hours only exacerbated this. 

I told her to quit, we were planning to start a family anyway. Jane had stopped taking the contraceptive pill four months before. We were both tired and grumpy, probably too absorbed in our own problems to empathize with each other.

It got worse when the football season started again. I had "retired" the year before, but the local team was trying to put two sides together, so the old hands were called on to help with the reserve grade. I told them I would help out with home games; it hadn't gone down well with Jane. 

"You work eighteen hours a day and don't have time for me, but you can take time off for football?"

The first home game, we went in to town together. Reserve grade started at two o'clock and finished at ten past three, leaving me three hours of daylight, so I went home after to finish seeding a paddock while Jane stayed to watch and drink on the sideline. Her sister had arrived with a bottle of wine to watch Jane's brother in the firsts.

I had returned at around seven pm for the after match speeches and a steak sandwich at the clubhouse. Jane was pissed, sitting in a circle of the younger guys, playing drinking games with cards and shots. She barely acknowledged my presence, so I ignored her as well, getting something to eat and talking with my teammates. After the speeches people began leaving, heading to the local pub. I was intending to work the next day so was keen to go home. Jane wanted to go to the pub. She said her brother would give her a lift home, so I left.

Her brother did bring her home, but not until midday the next day. I was pissed off and worked all Sunday, never venturing near the house. When I walked in that night Jane's brother and his wife were still there, so that meant was no confrontation. Apparently, the party had moved to the brother's house after the pub shut, and Jane had spent the night on the sofa bed after. I initially thought alone, but during dinner she complained that she had gotten cold and Nosey wouldn't cuddle her back to warm it up.

I had given Jane a shocked look, Nosey was Jim Hanson's nickname. It wasn't because he had a big nose but because he was always on the "sniff". Young, old, married, engaged, everything in a skirt was fresh meat for Nosey. Seeing my distress, Jane had laughed.

"Come on Richard, he is like my little brother," she said, rolling her eyes for her family's benefit.

The next home game was three weeks later and it followed the same pattern. I played, went back to work, Jane stayed and got drunk. When I returned, she wasn't keen to go home, so I also went to the pub this time. I was the taxi service as I was sober enough to drive. I had decided to stay to make sure Jane came home, but I was tired so I had gone to have a sleep in the car. Waking up an hour later with a sore neck, I went back inside and told Jane it was time to go. 

"Alex will drop me home," she had slurred, referring to her brother. 

He didn't, he didn't even drop her home the next day - Nosey did. We were going to my sister's, who lived about two hours away, to pick up some furniture she was giving us as well as an electric oven because she had recently converted to gas. I had my Dad's old truck and my sister's four-year-old, who Jane had said we would drop back home after he had wanted to stay with his grandparents. 

Once again, I was pissed but didn't want to make a scene in front of the kid and Nosey. It got worse when Jane came up with her plan.

"It will be pretty squashy in the truck cab for the three of us. Nosey's house is halfway there, so I'll go that far with him, then we will meet at the park and go the rest of the way together."

"Which park?" I had asked through gritted teeth.

"The one with the war memorial," Jane replied, getting back into Nosey's car. At least he looked uncomfortable about it, too.

So, that must have been when the photos were taken. I had waited at the park for forty minutes for Jane to get there.

"I thought the old truck was going to take longer, so I went to Nosey's for a coffee," was her excuse.

I should have blown up about it, but we had a four-year-old sitting in between us. I restricted myself to giving one word replies as Jane gushed about Nosey's new house. He had built it himself apparently, did all the internals as well. She was particularly taken with a glory box that he had at the end of his bed with intricate carvings on it. I should have guessed, I suppose, but I trusted her even if I was angry with her.

I did wonder though, since we hadn't had sex since her last period. I decided to refrain from my conjugal rites and see if "the circus came to town" again in a couple of weeks. I began to get worried when it appeared to me to be late, playing out the confrontation in my head when Jane told me the good news and I said it wasn't mine. Much to my relief, the discarded pad covers appeared in the bin beside the toilet, so my fears were allayed.

Jane quit her job and things calmed down for two weeks until the Saturday after her last day at work. It was another home game, and I played in the reserves but stayed and watched the firsts this time. Jane was more subdued that day, still having a glass of wine but staying in control. Afterwards, I was talking to some other farmers outside and Jane was inside the clubhouse. I didn't think I had been outside that long, but when I went inside there were shot glasses in front of her and her sister. She had her drinking face on and was sitting in a group with Nosey. I tried to ignore it, but she seemed to be a dog on heat. Following him around, putting her hand in his back pocket when he was talking to someone. I confronted her about it outside the ladies' toilet, but she said she was teasing him, trying to piss him off. 

It didn't seem that way to me, and no doubt to other observers. I was doing my shift behind the bar at closing time as people drifted off to the pub. When I had helped close up, I went looking for Jane but couldn't find her. Someone told me she had already gone to the pub. When I got down there I went in the side door. Nosey was sitting on a bar stool at the bar, Jane was behind him with her hands under his shirt. He was trying to have a conversation with the guy beside him, doing his best to ignore her, when Jane ripped open his shirt. Buttons flew everywhere, patrons laughed and somebody yelled.

"Looks like Nosey's getting lucky again tonight!" I didn't think anybody had seen me, so I stepped back outside.

'Getting lucky..... again! What the fuck did that mean?' I may have left quietly, but I smoked the tyres on the bitumen as I scorched away from the pub. I drove around aimlessly for an hour before I went home that night. A million thoughts were racing through my mind. Filled with anger, sadness, but mostly just deflated, I climbed into bed hoping for sleep. 

The next day, it was almost lunchtime before Jane was dropped off. Whoever did it took off quickly before I saw who it was. I remember I expected her to be contrite and full of remorse, but she breezed in as if nothing had happened. In fact, she was happier than she had been in weeks. After seeing me, her smile faded. The confrontation I had planned in my head didn't quite work out.

"What's wrong?" Jane asked.

"As if you don't know!" 

"What?"

"Looks like Nosey's getting lucky tonight!" I mimicked the voice from the night before.

"What are you talking about?" She seemed genuinely mystified.

"That's what Gunner said when you ripped open Nosey's shirt!" I don't know if it was Gunner, but I knew she didn't like him so it added to the effect.

"It was just a joke, why would people think that?"

"Maybe it was the way you were hanging off him like a bitch on heat!" I spat.

She regarded me coolly, then as she walked towards me she began to smile.

"You're jealous," she countered, "you're so jealous you're turning green." She stopped in front of me and brought her hand up to my face. "You're really cute when you're jealous." She tried to kiss me, but I moved back.

She kept coming until I was backed up against the kitchen cupboards. Not bothering with my face anymore, she placed her hand on my crotch. 

"Want to do something about it?" Jane had her head cocked to one side as she gave me a sultry look. 

I had fallen for it, taken her to the bedroom, and fucked the anger out. Afterwards, she had asked if someone did say that about her and Nosey. When I confirmed it, I thought she had shown genuine remorse. She never went near Nosey after that, and three weeks later she whispered to me that she thought she was pregnant. I kissed her and from then on our love only grew stronger.

Now, I sat looking at evidence that told me it was a sham. The first four photographs were taken from the window. In three, Nosey sat on the glory box with Jane on her knees in front on him. His jeans were around his ankles and she had her head in his groin. The last one from the window showed a positional change. Jane was bent over the glory box with her pants off - no wonder she noticed the carvings. Nosey was behind her, his hips pressed to her arse and hands gripping her hips. No need to guess what was going on there.

The other two were taken from inside the house, I guess around the door. The first mostly showed Nosey's arse again, only this time it was on the bed nestled between Jane's spread legs. The last was the post coital shot, Nosey on his back after rolling off, his cock now limp. Jane hadn't changed position, but now there was a clear view of her bare thighs framing the triangle of her pubic hair.

I looked inside the envelope and pulled out an anonymous note. 

"Mr Cooper

We recently bought a house and there were some boxes left behind by the previous owner. I was going to take them to the tip but thought I should look through in case they left something they wanted. I found the photos and thought you wouldn't want them getting into the wrong hands. The negatives are inside as well.

A friend."

It explained some, but not all, of my questions. How did he know who it was and where we lived? I guess I'll never find out.

Now to the main issue, what to do? Swear? Scream? Break things? I really wanted to call her all the names I had dreamt up sixteen years ago, maybe even make some improvements. The problem with that is, before you sit in judgment on someone else, it's best to have a long hard look at yourself. If I was being truthful about myself then I would be a hypocrite. 

Eleven years ago our house was bedlam, three kids under five; everything stunk of baby shit and vomit. Sure, you wouldn't trade it looking back, but in the thick of it, you just wanted some time out. Good fortune had come my way by means of an invitation to attend the annual farmer's association conference in the city. Three days away, no broken sleep, no vomit unless I drank too much, oh heavenly joy! 

The trade-off was, the conference was as boring as bat shit; lots of old farts arguing about inane motions. Most of the delegates were over fifty, however there were about a dozen others there around my age and we soon began to hang out together. Of the dozen, there were two women, a short, roly poly, dairy farmer's daughter, Cheryl, and a tall, buxom blonde named Michelle. There were only three single guys amongst us, and they hung around Michelle like bees round a honey pot. The rest of us would laugh at their attempts to woo her.

On the last night, after the conference had wrapped up, there was a big dinner. Politicians and agri-business people mixed with the delegates, in a cocktail party first, followed by a fully catered sit down dinner. There was an open bar so most of us were getting a bit hammered. I tried to stay in control as I knew in twenty four hours I would be knee deep in baby shit 

As the dinner broke up, the single guys were trying to get the girls to continue the party up in one of their rooms. They shot them down, so they left in search of some local night life. I was about to head to bed when Michelle sat next to me. To my amazement, she propositioned me, inviting me to her room. I was flattered but let her down gently. She had shrugged and told me if I changed my mind, go to room 806 and knock three times.

Later that night, I woke up with a hard on and Michelle's face and breasts in my mind's eye. I was tempted all over again but resisted. However, when I got home, the image of her stayed with me. I found myself thinking of her as I fucked my wife. For the twelve months until the next conference, just thinking about her got me hot and bothered. 

I went as the local delegate again the following year. I ran into Michelle the first night at a drinks and nibbles event, but I noticed she had an engagement ring on. I thought that would put an end to any romantic, or the downright pornographic, fantasy I had been having. We seemed to be avoiding each other, then a couple of hours later she came and sat next to me on a lounge. I congratulated her on her engagement, we made other small talk, then her hand went onto my knee. 

It was like a shot of electricity. I looked into her eyes as her hand crept up towards my thigh. I stopped its progress with my hand, yawning and saying I should be going. She followed me out and we got on the lift. We were alone, standing close but not touching - the tension was thick. Michelle put her hand on my arm and the dam broke; twelve months of fantasies and frustration swept any good sense aside as we kissed and began tearing at each other clothes.

We made it to her room with most of our clothes on, then stumbled and fell on the bed. She had my cock out and I had removed her panties, so we got straight to it. It didn't last long. As we caught our breath, we took the rest of our clothes off before jumping back into bed for round two. 

For the three days of the conference, we were like a couple of teenagers sneaking behind their parent's back. We attended every session, but in the breaks and in the evening, we stole away and explored each other's limits. We did it on every piece of furniture in each other's rooms, in the disabled toilet of the convention area, on the balcony, even on the eighteenth green of the golf course beside the hotel.

At the last night's dinner, we sat beside each other but engaged those around us in conversation rather than talk to each other. Under the table it was a different story. Wandering hands and feet got us both worked up, so straight after dessert we hightailed it back to her room.

In the early hours of the next morning, I woke with Michelle's body wrapped around mine. The guilt hit me - it was heavy and oppressive. Later today I would be home with my family. The extent of my betrayal engulfed me. I slipped out of bed and grabbed my clothes, sneaking back to my room. 

I got up early, intent on getting out of the hotel before anybody was up. I had just checked out when Michelle came down in the lift. We talked in the hotel coffee shop and apologised to each other. We knew we had done wrong.

When I got home, I left the farmer's association; I didn't want to be near temptation again. 

I couldn't separate the two events. I had broken my promise to Jane, just as she had to me. I could skirt around the edge by saying I hadn't lied to Jane, but I didn't tell the truth either. A couple of times the guilt got so bad I almost did, but in the end I felt the best way forward was to keep my secrets. Now, I would have to do the same again.

I tucked the old photographs away inside the cover of an old farm diary. I should have cut them into tiny pieces into the bin but I couldn't, not yet. I went out to the kitchen to be with my family. Jane was preparing dinner; my son and one of my daughters were doing homework on the dining room table. The other daughter must have been practicing her piano as the sometimes melodic strains of Fur Elise floated in from the lounge room.




My Dilemma



They were the reason I kept my own counsel, I couldn't let things that had happened so long ago tear apart the strong unit we now were. Jane came up beside me, slipping her arm around my waist, she leant her head on my shoulder. It took a lot of effort not to flinch away, inside the turmoil brewed but I knew it would disappear in time. I put my arm around my wife and pulled her tight against me. She let her arm drop from my waist, moving her hand to cup my bum.

"Get a room you two!" It was my youngest daughter. She must have finished her unarmed combat with the piano.

The other two looked up and made retching noises as Jane first kissed my cheek then licked my ear. 

We all laughed and I was sure I had made the right decision.

Two weeks later, I was beginning to function normally again. The whole family were in the car, as we had been to town to watch a movie together. I stopped at the mailbox and my son got out to check its contents. As he walked back, I could see a large A4 envelope similar to the one I had received before. He passed it to Jane and she asked me what it was. It had the same hand written address as the first one - my heart was racing. 

This time it appeared to be much bulkier. My mind was spinning with possibilities, all bad.

"It's just a part for the water pump I ordered," I explained. Jane gave me a look but didn't inquire further.

When we pulled up at the house, I took the envelope as we walked inside. It seemed to contain a rectangular box. I fought the urge to tear it open. Dropping it on my desk, I forced myself to walk away. I would come back later.

After dinner, Jane was watching her favorite reality TV show, two children were in bed reading, one was in the bath. I went to the office with some trepidation. Closing the door quietly, I looked at the envelope taunting me from the desk. Sitting down heavily, I reached for it and opened the flap on one end. Reaching inside, I pulled out a rectangular plastic box; it was a video. 

On closer examination, it was from one of the first attempts to miniaturize the portable video camera. There was a smaller, mini VHS tape that sat inside a larger plastic box so it could be played in a normal video machine. I took the little tape out and inspected it. On the label it had one word, Jane. There was no note in the envelope this time. I put the tape back in the case and turned it in my hands. Did I want to see what was on this tape? Could I even find a machine to play it? We had thrown our video player out years ago.

I went to bed that night with a headache, and pretended to be asleep when Jane came in. I woke a lot through the night as possible scenarios popped into my head. I did achieve something: I worked out how I was going to see what was on the tape. My mother was a hoarder; she always kept everything if it still worked. She used to have a little combined television and video player in the kitchen, but when the television signal went from analogue to digital, it was useless. I was fairly sure she would have stacked it away in a cupboard somewhere. I know I didn't take it to the tip for her.

I rang her the next morning and, sure enough, she still had it. I made an excuse about wanting to show the children some of the videos we took of them as babies. I picked it up that afternoon and got it into the office before anyone else was home. I was tempted to plug it straight in, but I didn't want to be disturbed and the kids would be home from school soon. 

I had to wait until the weekend, when Jane took the children to sport on Saturday morning and I was sure to be alone for a couple of hours. I set up the television and put the tape in. The start of the tape had nothing to do with Jane, at least not my Jane. There was footage from a camping trip on the river, some other stuff from the local lake featuring waterskiing. I recognized some faces from years ago, and from the comments made to the camera man, it must have been Nosey. 

I was thinking my worrying had been for nothing until I got near the end of the tape. A scene in a kitchen filled the screen. It was night time, and there was a guy sitting at a kitchen table with playing cards scattered over it like a game had recently finished. It wasn't Nosey filming, because the guy at the table asked whose camera it was, and the voice from out of shot said he had found it in Nosey's bag in his room.

I recognized the voice, it was Jeremy. He had played full forward in the first grade team all those years ago. It must have been the house he rented in town back then with two other footballers. It got the reputation as a bit of a party house that year; players who had travelled in from the surrounding district to play often camped there the night after games.

The guy whose back was to the camera turned around; with the big bushy beard there was no mistaking Andy, a shearer from the town. He spoke to the camera.

"How long do you think Nosey will be?" 

Jeremy replied, "could be a while, I think he has his hands full!"

He fell about laughing at the joke like drunk people do. From the shaking of the camera, so was Jeremy.

"How about we take a look?" Andy ventured.

There was some discussion, then they agreed it was a good idea. They set off down a hallway, Andy leading, until they came to a door. There was some noise in the background and when Andy eased open the door it became louder and more recognizable. Especially for me as it sounded like Jane in the throes of an orgasm. 

Andy poked his head around the partially opened door then motioned for Jeremy to go back. In the kitchen the discussion continued.

"It's too dark," Andy said, "you won't pick anything up with the camera."

"Go and turn the outside light on at the front. That should give us enough light."

He left to complete his assigned task, and Jeremy went back down the hall way and quietly entered the room. The camera was going though you couldn't see anything, but you could certainly hear it. The light came on outside and it threw enough light inside to outline the action. Nosey had Jane on all fours on the bed and he was pumping in and out at a frantic pace. Jane was mostly just taking it until Nosey announced he was cumming. Then she started pushing back fiercely. When Nosey stiffened, she continued working her hips, milking his dick. After a pause, Nosey thrust savagely two more times causing Jane to moan before he eased back and slipped out. Jane slumped down onto her chest her bum still up in the air. 

Nosey waved to the camera as he walked towards it. He high fived Andy as he walked out of shot and Andy walked in. Andy continued towards the bed, and it was obvious he wasn't wearing any pants. He climbed on the bed, positioning himself behind Jane. He slapped her exposed arse cheeks then moved closer as he fed her his cock. 

Jane gasped, maybe from shock, maybe because of a difference in size, but she didn't complain. Andy settled in for a long slow fuck, pulling all the way out before sliding slowly back in. Jane began moaning again as her arousal grew. Nosey must have returned, the light increased in the room so I assumed Nosey turned on a lamp. 

"You will get a better view now," Nosey said with a laugh.

"How long have you been fucking her?" Jeremy asked.

"The first time was two weeks ago outside the pub, then the next day at my house. I got a hand job and finger fucked her three weeks before that. Today was the first time I've seen her since my house and she was tonguing for it."

"Does her husband know?"

"The way he smoked his tyres up the Main Street, I'd say he suspects something, but she doesn't seem to care and I sure as hell don't!"

Andy was still taking his time. I was thinking that Jane was so drunk she didn't know what was happening, but Nosey proved me wrong. He came back into view, still naked. He walked towards the bed, beckoning for Jeremy to follow with the camera.

"Wait up Andy, let's get organized." Andy pulled out.

Nosey got on the bed, sitting back against the bed head. "All right honey, bring that mouth up here and get me hard again," he ordered.

Jane crawled up between his spread legs and went straight to work on his soft dick. Andy followed her up the bed - up close his dick looked huge. He was lining it up to re-enter my wife when Nosey motioned for him to stop. Then he placed his hand under Jane's chin and lifted it so she was looking directly at him.

"Do you want that big cock back in you?" Jane nodded, but that wasn't good enough for Nosey. "Say it! Say it honey, I want that big dock in me!" he insisted.

Jane only hesitated a moment, "yes, I want that big cock in me!"

"All right then, you reach down and put it in the right place," he directed.

She did as she was told, reaching between her legs, her hand gripped Andy's big shaft and she drew it towards her sex. Nosey kept hold of her face so she was looking at him as Andy thrust inside. She yelped then moaned as her eyes rolled back. Satisfied with his control, Nosey pushed her mouth back down onto his dick, and Andy began fucking her again, this time with more urgency. He was soon slamming that big cock into her so hard that she couldn't keep sucking Nosey's dick. He slid down so his now hard dick was between her breasts. He pushed them together, and the motion caused by Andy's thrusting meant he was tit fucking her without moving.

A roar from Andy announced his approaching climax. He continued pumping and groaning until he slumped back, breathing heavily, his spent cock now limp between his legs.

"Come on, Andy, it's my turn," Jeremy moaned from behind the camera. "Your turn on the camera."

Andy got up from behind Jane and took over the camera. He focused on Jane's head, which was back to moving up and down on Nosey's dick. A complaint from Jeremy made him widen the shot.

"Fucking hell, Andy! Why do I have to go after you? It's like sticking my dick in a full washing machine back here!"

Andy laughed, then Nosey suggested they switch, "I'm getting close here, Jeremy, how about we swap?"

They changed ends, Nosey was soon back at it, but Jane was reluctant to go down on Jeremy's slimy dick. Nosey leaned forward as he continued stroking and pushed her head down.

"Come on darling, don't be shy," he said in a mocking tone.

She submitted to his request and her head dropped into Jeremy's lap. Nosey then beckoned for Andy to come closer with the camera. He was pulling his cock all the way out and sliding up between Jane's arse cheeks before backing off and re-entering her cunt. He did this several times, and I realized he was spreading the copious juices running from out of Jane's pussy up around her sphincter. She must have thought he was teasing her, because she began rocking back to try and keep him inside.

He nodded to Andy, who, from the change of camera angle, must have leaned his body across Jane's to stop her from rising up. Nosey's dick slipped up between her cheeks, but this time he subtly changed the angle so the head engaged with her rectum. Holding her hips tightly, he jammed forward and the tip of his cock forced its way inside. There was a yelp from Jane and she tried to move away, but Andy and Nosey were holding her firmly. They must have underestimated her strength because she bucked and screamed.

"Get that fucker out of there!"

Andy must gave dropped the camera because the screen went black, but the complaints and swearing from Jane could still be heard. 

"Just relax, Baby, the worst parts over," Nosey tried to placate her.

It mustn't have worked because there was another scream followed by Andy calling her a fucking bitch. The camera got knocked again, and it must have rolled of the bed. There was a clunk then nothing. The next shot was back in the kitchen where Andy must have been trying to fix it.

"It's going again," he called out before he set off down the hall again. The camera was still running as he walked, giving lovely shots of the stained carpet. It must have been some time later as Nosey was no longer in the room. Jeremy was still on the bed thrusting into an unmoving Jane. She was lying on her front, her face buried in a pillow, his legs were outside hers holding them closed as his dick slipped between her upper thighs.

"She's a lot tighter this way," he gasped, then he groaned and held himself still.

He pulled out and got off the bed.

"Are you going to have another go?" Jeremy inquired of Andy behind the camera.

"No, mate, I've had enough for tonight, three times is usually my limit. Open those legs a bit so I can film the damage."

Jeremy got one ankle and Andy grabbed the other, and they pulled them apart. Jeremy got back on the bed and spread her butt cheeks to let Andy get a better shot. Jane didn't try to stop them - she appeared to be sobbing.

"It's too dark to see much," Jeremy offered.

"A good scout is always prepared," Andy replied, then a bright light shone on both Jane's holes.

"A torch! Nice one!"

The camera focused tightly, revealing a sloppy mess of cum dripping from both.

"I hope you're on the pill, Janey, because there's a hell of a lot of baby batter down here!" Andy sneered, then they both laughed cruelly.

The screen went black.

I sat for a long time just staring at the blackness - it mirrored my soul at that point. 

On one level I was amused, Jane had been playing with fire and it had burnt her badly, incinerated really. This was no affair, this was cold and calculated. Nosey hooked her, then he gutted her and let his friends feast on her bones. No wonder she never went back near him.

The three guys left the district years ago, last I heard Nosey was living on the coast. He was married to an older woman with three children by three different fathers. Ironic I suppose. Andy left town after his third drunk driving conviction where the judge threatened him with jail. He moved to Queensland, and I think is currently in jail after another two convictions for driving drunk while disqualified in an unregistered and uninsured car. The last time, he ran into a school bus picking up children in the morning on his way to work. Jeremy was only around that year and moved away for work after the footy season.

Of course I was angry and hurting. Who wouldn't be after watching their wife do the things she did. I was also amazed at the acting performance that Jane had put on when she had finally come home that Sunday. The smiling carefree woman that walked through the door bore little resemblance to the sobbing woman face down on the bed leaking cum. I had fallen for it, a little bit of loving and I was captivated again. 

On top of all of that I was worried, the very thing that had kept me from blowing up when I got the original photos. My eldest child was conceived the same month as the gang bang. Was she really mine? I looked at the photo on my desk, my two daughters and my son with their smiling mother. They all looked similar; they all looked like their mother.

I spun in my chair and booted up my laptop, time to research paternity testing. I typed it into my search engine, and a full page of references came onto the screen. I was surprised how easy it was. I don't know why, but I had expected it to involve a visit to the doctor's. Instead, I could order a DIY kit online and have the results inside two weeks of the company receiving my samples. That was for a non-legal kit; to get a result to withstand the rigors of legal proceedings, the samples had to be taken by an independently verified technician under the gaze of legal counsel. 

I didn't need that yet, so I ordered the non-legal kit. The receipt promised delivery inside two business days. I was just in the process of shutting the laptop down when Jane poked her head around the door.

"We're home," she said brightly, "we've got a cooked chicken and some fresh bread if you want lunch."

Her smiling face taunted me, then sensing my annoyance, the smile disappeared. 

"I'll make you a sandwich and bring it to you if you like?" Concern showed on her face.

"I'll be there in a minute," I replied, trying to keep a lid on the inner turmoil.

Jane left and I tried to compose myself. When I got to the dining room, the kids were eating and giving blow by blow descriptions of their sporting endeavors. I made a salad roll and sat with them to eat. I tried not to look at Jane, and found myself staring a lot at Jenny, my eldest. Was she mine? As I searched for family resemblances, she noticed my interest.

"Are you okay, Dad?" she asked. Her question caused everybody else to go quiet.

"Yeah, sure, why?" I responded uncomfortably as the rest of the family took a keen interest in my answer.

"You've been looking at me weird since we got home. It's freaking me out a little."

"Sorry, just got a few things on my mind." I hoped that would deflect the interest.

"Your Dad's been on the tax computer and you know how he gets when he does that," Jane added helpfully. 

"Oh right," Jenny said as my son rolled his eyes, then they continued on as before.

After eating, I went outside and got on the ride-on mower and started on the lawn. All weekend, I did jobs around the house that I mostly did alone. Cleaned out the grease trap, scraped the leaves and debris out of the gutters, did the garden edges with the whipper snipper. All so I didn't have to interact with Jane. I went to bed early Saturday night complaining of a headache, and stayed up late watching a zombie movie on Sunday that I knew Jane wouldn't like. She went to bed early, so for the whole weekend I kept the "couple" time to a minimum.

On Wednesday the kit arrived. I'd been thinking of an excuse to get the mouth swab from my children. Earlier in the year, I had a physical when I updated my life insurance. The doctor had mentioned that my iron level was elevated but not excessive. He explained there could be a number of factors that could account for this. If it was high next year then I should have a genetic test to see if I had hemochromatosis. It would have implications for my diet and my children would have to be tested to see if they were carriers.

Jane was late home on Wednesdays because she had to pick up my son from training after school. I spoke to the girls and explained my reason for wanting the swabs. They had no complaints, they trusted me, I suppose. I didn't feel very good deceiving them. 

For the next two weeks I played the husband game, my heart wasn't in it, but I tried. I had asked for the results to be e-mailed to me so I could be sure to see them first. I checked my inbox regularly, waiting for the moment of truth. It came two and a half weeks after I had sent away the swabs. I came home for lunch, and Jane was shopping, so I got a chance to check them in private.

The e-mail contained an explanation of the results sheets and two attachments; one for Rachel, my youngest, and the other for Jenny. I opened Rachel's first and was relieved to read the conclusion statement, Mike Jeffress is not excluded as the parent of Rachel Jeffress. The combined parent index is 153.43 so the probability is 94.348%. That was close enough for me.

The second attachment broke my heart. Mike Jeffress is excluded as the parent of Jenny Jeffress. The figures after left no doubt. The paternity index is 0.0 the combined paternity index is 0.0 and the probability of paternity is 0.0%.

I slammed my fist into the table, kicked the waste paper basket over, and screamed. I swore and ranted, and cursed the god that had done this to me. Sitting down again, I saw the TV on the floor next to the desk. I don't know why, but I set it up again and rewound the tape, and pressed play. Maybe I was looking for some spark of explanation or excuse that I could hold onto, some way I could ignore this and move forward so that the life I cherished wouldn't be destroyed. 




My Dilemma



I fast forwarded the video to the start of Jane's expose; her moans of pleasure filled the room as the door opened. I guess I looked startled and guilty because Jane saw red.

"So this is what you have been doing in here the last two weeks! Watching porn! For fuck's sake what's got into you!" She began walking around my side of the desk. "The last three weeks you have been a bear with a sore head! I'm sick of..........." 

Her outburst stopped abruptly when she saw the action on the screen. Nosey was doing her doggy style on the bed. The color drained from her face and she wobbled unsteadily on her feet. She reached across and grabbed hold of the bookcase to steady herself.

"Oh god......oh god......how?"

"It was sent to me anonymously." 

"I'm sorry....I'm so sorry......it was.....I was....I was so drunk, I didn't know....you know I wouldn't do..." Jane babbled.

I didn't reply. I hit fast forward on the remote control until it got to the part where Nosey was asking her if she wanted it and when he told her to put Andy's dick back inside.

"You seem in control!" I said bitterly.

"It.....it was only that one time, I was having a hard time at work remember....you know you were working long hours..." Her voice trailed off as she watched me grab my farm diary. I got the photos I had received first, and put them down face up on the desk.

"You forgot this time, remember? When I was waiting at the park for you for forty minutes."

The tears started, and soon turned into full throttle sobbing, through it all the begging started.

"Please......it was so long ago.....I've regretted what I did every day of the last sixteen years.......I ....I made a pledge on the way home that Sunday morning that I was going to make it up to you...I've been the best wife I could be for sixteen years. Please, we can get past this, it's so long ago. We have so much together now, please!"

Jane reached for me but I stopped her, pointing for her to sit in the chair behind the desk. I hit the enter key on the computer to wake the screen up. Jenny's test results were still on there.

"Unfortunately, the past has a way of staying with us," I said sadly.

"What's this?"

"Just read the highlighted box at the bottom, it makes it very clear!"

A low moan escaped from Jane's lips. "No...no, that can't be right, no no no!"

"Why don't we watch your gangbang together and place bets on who's the daddy!" I growled in her ear.

That caused a fresh round of tears. I had to get out, I had to get out! I went to the bedroom and threw a change of clothes and some fresh underwear in a bag. Grabbing my wallet and keys, I made for the front door. Jane intercepted me before I got there.

"Please, Mike, don't give up on us! I love you! I always will, think of the children! It was two months out of twenty years!"

I brushed past - I had to have space to think.

"What about Michelle?" Jane yelled.

I spun around.

"Didn't you think I could smell her on your clothes when I washed them? I may have been sleep deprived and covered in baby vomit, but I'm not dumb. And then there were the two phone calls." Jane put on a fake high pitched female voice, "hi, it's Michelle, is Mike there? Fucking bitch!"

I had no reply for that; I didn't know there had been any phone calls. I resumed walking out the door. Jane called out again as I went through it.

"No answer to that? Fucking hypocrite!"

I got in my truck and drove west for an hour before stopping for fuel. I sat in the diner attached to the service station for another hour trying to decide what to do. The station sat on an intersection with the major highway, turn left for Melbourne, right would take me to Brisbane, or go back the way I had come, to home.



Authors Note.

That is where I am finishing this story, which will displease some and be a blessed relief to others. The title says it all, My Dilemma. This is the background to a difficult choice with unpalatable consequences either way.

In the end, I became a victim off this dilemma because I couldn't choose how this was going to finish. Do you give up on something that has worked, apart from two mistakes, for twenty years? When the mistakes are that big and they are out in the open, can there be a way back?

Everybody will see it differently and make their decision on the outcome accordingly. 

If another author wishes to complete it in their own style, that's fine with me, but I reserve the right to be critical if I think you have misrepresented the characters I created.

Cheers

CharlieB4