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My First Wife

By: davyred



This story is about my first wife, it happen awhile ago so I told it as I remember it. We are no longer married, but this had nothing to do with our parting ways.

I had been in the Navy for ten years when I met and married Shari, who was getting out of the Navy after doing three years. Shari was a 21yr. old cutie with shoulder length red wavy hair, pale skin with light freckles, and stood 5'2" with a sexy 32-28-34 figure that always had men checking her out. Her best point besides her sexy full round butt was her innocent yet, flirtatious personality, if that's possible. Even with her three years in the Navy, Shari was still pretty innocent and naive. 

I had just re-enlisted and was to go to a three-month school before reporting to my next command. We decided since we were newly weds with not a lot to move she could come with me even though I would be at school for only a short period before moving again to my new ship. So we rented a small cheap furnished apartment, it was only for three months.

Shari started out going to the apartment's pool all day while I was at school and made friends with some of the other ladies in the building. Joan, one of the ladies she befriended, lived directly across the hall from us. 

The school ended up being very hard with me going to school all day, studying till late and then to bed. These upsets Shari since she wanted attention that I could not afford to give her and still pass the school.

Shari came to me towards the end of the second week with a solution. Joan worked nights at a fancy bar/restaurant near by and told her they needed an evening waitress. She said they had gone there that afternoon to meet the night manager and was told the job was hers if she wanted. 

She ask what I thought, saying it would help with bills, give her something to do, she could walk there from our apartment, and it would get her out of my hair so I can study. After a little discussion she called and accepted the position.

Next day Shari and Joan went shopping for uniforms, which consisted of a black skirt, white blouse, and black shoes. She was finishing her dressing for work and about to leave when I got home that night. I ask her if she didn't think the outfit was to skimpy when she told me Joan picked it out telling her the sexier the outfit the better the tips. It was a short skirt, a low cut sheer top with a black lace bra, and high hills. They must have liked her outfit because she did bring home very good tips. 

She only worked one week when one of the night bartenders quit and the manager ask her to take the job. He told her she could make twice the money and because of the longer hours per shift only work three days a week. She said she wanted to try it so I told her she could take the new job as long as someone drove her home. When she waited tables I would pick her up, but bartenders get off much later and I would be in bed by then. She now got rides from the other bartenders. 

After a couple weeks Shari told me Joan had stopped by to tell her that the night manager had told the fellow bartender not to give Shari a ride because he wanted to. Joan warned her that William was a player who had been through many of the waitresses already, married or not.

Shari asked me what to do. She liked the job and didn't want to piss off William; he had been good to her. I offered to pick her up, when she suggested she take a ride from him and just let him know she is happily married. I told her to call and I would pick her up if she wanted. I was a little leery.

That night I was awake when she came in at normal time and ask her how the ride home went. Shari told he was a gentleman, even waking her to the door. She said he thought he deserved at least a kiss for his services, so she gave him a peck on the cheek; this surprised me and intrigued me. Shari explained that it was the least she could do, and it was only a peck.

That night we made hard and passionate love as we joked about her kissing another man. She seemed very passionate that night. I had mixed feelings, but I really got excited.

That afternoon when I arrived home from class Shari was just leaving when she asks "if William gives her a ride tonight should she kiss him again?" As a joking reply I responded, "yes and give him some tongue also".

That night I was awaken by noise in the front room and after listening for awhile I realized it was the sound of kissing. It must have gone on for ten minutes before Shari said "We shouldn't be doing this, I'm a married woman, you have to go now."

When she came to bed a few minutes later I acted as if I just woke and ask how the ride went. She said she gave him a kiss outside our apartment. While kissing her he pushed her against the door making so much noise that she was afraid they would wake Joan and it would have embarrassed her if she found out. So she had no choice but to let him in for a few minutes.

I ask her if all he did was kissed her. She said he kissed her neck and chest at the opening of her shirt and rubbed her body through her clothes and yes they used tongue. This disclosure led to us making love while talking about how and where he kissed her.

Next morning Shari told me she had to go in early and wouldn't see me until after she gets off. She then with a sly smile said "what I do for a ride tonight, William said he wanted to see my boobs".

I told her she was my wife and I didn't want her to have sex with someone else. She said showing her breast is not sex. I told her to be careful.

That night I couldn't sleep and while laying there decided I was going to peek in on them to see what she had decided. When they came in I crept out of bed and peeked out of the bedroom door to see Shari and a rather large black man kissing by the front door. Until then I had no idea William was black. 

William had his one hand behind her head holding Shari's mouth to his and the other cupping her ass causing her skirt to pull up partially up showing her skimpy black lace panties.

When they broke the kiss to say something to her she stepped back and unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her tits from her bra. William stood there for half a minute staring before bending to kiss one and then the other. Then suck one into his mouth.

Shari made somewhat of an attempt to stop him until finally giving into the sensation.

She finally stopped him when he tried to pull her skirt up. She told him for the second night "We shouldn't be doing this, I'm a married woman, you have to go now."

When I ask what happened tonight, Shari told me she just gave him a quick kiss, showed him her breast, and before she could stop him he kiss one of her breast.

This went on for the next few shifts that Shari worked, progressing to them coming in, removing her skirt, blouse, bra, and shoes and Williams shirt and shoes and nestling up on Williams lap and making out with him. He had free range with his hand, but she did keep him from removing her panties. 

When asked about how things with Williams were going and why she was near naked when she got to the bed room, she said since he had seen and had his mouth on her breast already she didn't see why to keep them from him and the skirt was off so as to save it from wrinkling. She also said other then that he rubbed her butt a little through her panties. She still was not aware of what I saw. 

While making love that night Shari said William wanted her to have sex with him and since I was against it she wanted to know what I thought about her sucking his cock.

At this point I realized I could have tried to stopped Shari at anytime but was getting turned on by the relationship and wasn't sure how far to let it go and if I should act as if I want it to go farther. I told her to use her own judgment and to be careful.

For their next meeting they both got naked and sixty-nined. She had a couple orgasms before he came in her mouth. When asked she admitted to blowing him but nothing else. 

The very next meeting after they "came" she climbed on his lap to cuddle and after a few minute he got hard again, it came right up between her legs. After a discussion Shari let William fuck her in the butt. She got lube from the bathroom and lay on her side while he eased it in. It took a long time to get it in but when they got into a rhythm she came numerous times. I was very turned on and amazed because until then Shari had always talked to me first before taking a step like that. I decided to see if she would tell me. 

She didn't mention it until after two more meetings. After watching Bill come in Shari's butt I went back to bed to pretend to be asleep. It seemed like awhile and a lot of moaning before Shari came to bed. While making love she told me that Bill (as she was calling him now) wanted to make love, so to please him she let him take her anally, twice that night. She said that her butt could not take another night like that and was considering letting him fuck her pussy. This drove us over the top, coming hard together. While lying together I ask Shari what she was going to do. She said that she would decide before the next night.

That night I was conflicted. I was excited but was worried about what Shari's decision would do to us. I knew what Shari was going to do so it was out of my hands.

That night I took my place early. At about normal time Shari and bill came in with Shari carrying her shoes and her blouse hanging open. It was only minutes before Bill was sliding into Shari. They made love for over two hours. Shari was still very hot and dripping wet as we made love and talked about what she had just done. 

This became a nightly occurrence for the last month or so we were there. Also I found out from Joan that Bill came over to swim before they go to work. Also Shari asked me if on one of her nights off if she could go to dinner with Bill. Night out became a weekly occurrence. 

Two weeks left of school while making arrangements to move to my new homeport and check onboard my ship I found out the ship was over seas on deployment. So after getting moved into an apartment I would be flying to meet the ship.

This upset Shari being a newly wed, moving to a new area, and not knowing anybody. I tried to wean Shari off seeing Bill, but this just seemed to push them together.

The day after I graduated we were to drive to the base to apartment hunt, but the afternoon of graduation day Shari told me Bill had offered to let her stay with him to save money for the next five months and meet me when the ship came in. She asked me what I thought, but I knew it was only a formality. 

I was sick to my stomach but also turned on, Shari living as Bills wife.

I told her as long as she still love me and promise to meet the ship.

We keep in contact by mail but we didn't talk about what they did together because she was staying there just to save money, however she did mention things in her letter that were vague that gave me fantasies about them living as girlfriend/boyfriend. 

True to her word, near the end of the deployment Shari found an apartment near the base, move to the home port area and started a job at the base club.

I was so happy to see her when the ship pulled in. It was Shari only different, she looked more mature but not older, sexier but not slutty, worldly if you will. She still looked good but had put on a few pounds, breast fuller, a little pouch around the stomach.

I still remember her outfit, painted on white pants showing her small blue panties and the shape of her pussy lips, and a light blue loose fitting silk top (I found out later her top and panties were a nightie set that bill had bought her) with no bra.

She had found us a nice apartment in a nice area and had furnished it nicely. I told her she must have been very busy, moving, furnishing an apartment, and getting a job. She said she had a hand, Bill had spent his vacation helping her and had left just that morning. 

She also had another surprise for me she was pregnant. My head was spinning but I immediately got hard again knowing Shari was carrying Bill's baby. 

We were married for almost twelve years and Bill was replace a couple times in there. 

My First Wife The Doctor



This is an "I think I love someone else" story. No sex to speak of in it. This is copyrighted material. Other sites do not have my permission to post or otherwise use this story. Like all of my stories, it is fiction.

My First Wife the Doctor

I married a doctor...so we must be on Easy street, you're thinking? Big money rolling in, vacations on the drug companies? Not so. I got in at the wrong end of her career. Let tell you a story.

I met Karen when we were both going to different community colleges to save money. She was smart, even brilliant and could talk well about almost anything she had ever read about. She was also naive; maybe innocent or trusting would be the better word. Not so good with practical things. 

The tuition at junior colleges is a fraction of what it is at the four year institutions and money was a big consideration. My dad is a general contractor with a grade school education, and further study at the school of hard knocks. Trouble was he kept getting hard knocks. He got a lot of work, but didn't make much money at it. 

Of course I had to work for him as a kid, and I thought I could see all of his flaws. He was a bull-of-the-woods guy. Didn't listen well, and got rid of people who were, in his opinion, too smart for themselves, and often smarter than he was. Unfortunately he didn't realize he needed smart people, and generally had at least one more job going on than he could manage by himself. As a result it was the rare job that came in under budget and he self limited his company's growth. 

I was not going to follow his example. Getting an education was my ticket out. As it happened Karen and I met in summer school a couple of months before we were both transferring to U Mass. I took advantage of a self directed studies program and took some mechanical and civil engineering courses, chemistry, history, civics...you get the drift. I took overloads because it didn't cost more, and as long as I got a B or better, I was happy. With that scatter gun of courses I learned to write, think linearly, and to spot the heart of an issue. I knew a great deal in areas that interested me, and fuck all in areas that didn't.

Karen was taking pre-med took a light load and went for all A's, which is good for doctors, we don't want a doctor that knows 70-80% about what's wrong with you. I on the other hand, looked at college as a trade school for life. I wanted to be the contractor my dad never could. I wanted to know all that I needed to know, and a bit more besides. 

We both graduated with bachelor degrees together. Karen was really lucky. With no relatives in the medical field, and no influential recommendations, a medical school in Philadelphia accepted her and gave her a modest scholarship. We moved to Philadelphia, got married that summer. I was out from under my dad, trading his iron yoke for her velvet one. 

Her father clearly saw her stellar future and certain of my eventual bankruptcy and failure, impressed upon her the importance of a prenuptial agreement. He also gave us a hefty wedding present of 20% down payment on the house of our choice. Make that her choice. 

What the agreement said was basically what she owned and/or earned were hers personally. If we divorced for any reason, no alimony or child support and we kept what we had earned for ourselves. So the wedding gift was really to her alone, and as he thought we were not likely to buy a house anytime soon, the gift was off in the indefinite future. No one ever accused him of being free with his money. 

I agreed, but for reasons of symmetry, I insisted it be changed so as to be the same for both of us. She couldn't get child support, alimony or my money. I also suggested that we not be responsible for each other's debts. She balked at that because she had huge school debts, but I pointed out that if I, a contractor, went belly up, and the creditors got through the corporate shield, she could be liable for that debt too. End of argument. 

Her dad was delighted that his family was protected from my unsuitability. Well...fuck him! We were living 300 miles away and I would only see him infrequently. We started our married life with separate credit cards and checking accounts. As the worldly one, I ended up running the finances, making money, doing the bills and signing the checks, hers and mine. I also set up a system to track our income as to where it went. She earned very little during school, so the income division was sort of theoretical.

Philadelphia was good to me. I found a good job with a contractor, and spent two years learning the area, and supporting the two of us. Of course she was wracking up huge (to me at least) student loans, all of which she would have to start paying off after graduation. But don't worry, be happy...doctors make big money. I launched out on my own against my wife's council. My father called me a fool. I can't really hold it against him as my dad said the same thing. 

I am proud to say I made money from the start. It helped that Karen and I matched each other in the number of hours we devoted to career. It was a prodigious effort both of us were making. Time spent together was precious. As I could be more flexible in my hours, I made sure that I was around whenever she had time off. It was hard, but we were young, strong, and in love. She timed her pregnancy so she would deliver a month after graduation, and hit her target within two weeks. 

A lovely baby girl. Her residency was worse than med school, so far as time demands was concerned. She was an underpaid slave at the hospital, a handmaiden devoted to the Asclepius, the god of medicine. I deliberately mispronounced it as 'handmaiden to the god of A. syphilis, and opined the A was for Alfred, Fred for short. So Fred Syphilis became the guy who was causing all of the screw ups and problems in medicine. 

Looking back, I'm not sure that our marriage really survived her residency. You read about residents fucking each other on the night shift? I'm sure she did not, because she was so exhausted day after day, the only difference between fucking her and a corpse in the morgue would have been the temperature. It was a hard, lonely time for me, made bearable by my daughter, and a demanding, growing business. Unfortunately we got use to the other not being around.

Her internship and later her medical practice easily consumed 55 to 60 hours per week. Plus the hours were erratic. I continued to take care of our daughter. I keep a day minder diary for both work and home life. It was a job keeping track of all of the scheduled stuff for my daughter, my wife and myself. Day care was essential of course. It really bothered me that my daughter was with strangers so much. I moved my office to a storefront I bought cheap, across the street from the day care center. 

I hired a grandmotherly woman with the grandmotherly name of Mildred, as my office manager. While I needed her around full time to answer the phone and such, there really wasn't enough work to keep her occupied. It was her idea that she would watch my daughter for the last three hours of the work day. My daughter was delighted, and so was I.

Emancipation day came for the wife with the end of her internship. We spent a couple of weeks at the shore, before she started in as a family physician in a small practice in the near suburbs. 

She was hot to buy a house. The banks and mortgage brokers were offering no money down mortgages, no credit check. She showed them the pay stub, and picked out a new house. I had little choice as she pointed out, it was her money. She wanted a new Mc Mansion and I wanted a pre war house, one built between1900-1940. We got the new, cheaply built box about a 45 minute commute from my office. 

Her father's wedding present became her end of residency present as well. Two for one! It amounted to a $30,000 down payment on a house. It was a goodly chunk of money for him but his daughter had stars in her eyes, and wanted a $700,000 mansion. His contribution just about covered taxes and closing costs. At 7% interest, the mortgage was $4,500 per month, plus taxes heat, upkeep, car, and various insurances boosted the monthly bill to $6,500! Her student loan payments were another $5,000 a month. I tried to get her to lower her sights to a more modest $250-$300,000 house.

"But Honey, this is what I have been working for all these years."

"After years of eating beans, you want to spend everything on a house and continue eating beans? That's nuts! We're young! Now's the time to enjoy life, not be tied hand and foot to a huge house."

I lost. Still worse, over the next three years she took out equity loans to furnish it with ostentatious, poor quality, furniture. It galled me that the fine traditional furniture I inherited from my Uncle all hand made by him was relegated to my den and a spare bedroom. 

Going this far into debt was also nuts. I watch debt like a hawk in my business as under capitalization can bring you down quicker than anything except stupidity. 

Business was good. No! It was very good! I was doing well, and I wanted more time with my family, so I decided to move my office closer to my home. 

Opportunity knocked at my door. I was working on a big project restoring a great Gatsby Era mansion, I had billed over $350,000 to date, and that was just the structural and exterior work. 

Unfortunately, the owner went down in the financial debacle, and had to sell. I had a mechanics lien on the house, and he didn't have the money to clear it. He still owed me $110,000, although about thirty of that was for materials contacted for but not yet needed.

There was a lovely gate house and carriage shed on the property about 10 minutes from my house. It sat more or less by itself on an acre of land that was mostly rocky hillside, but with a nice view. It was connected to the main estate by an unused 25 foot right of way that snaked up the hillside. It was easy to cut this property off from the mansion. The buildings looked to be in much worse condition than they were, so I offered to buy it for what he owed me plus $45,000 cash. 

He jumped for it, and I finished up the work I had in progress and set up a straw company to purchase the property. I converted the carriage shed to offices, but as it was a historical property, I kept the original exterior, including the arched double doors. This also preserved the option of using it in the future as a garage. With my new office habitable, I began renovating the gate house. In the months ahead, when a crew had slack time, I put them to work on the house. 

It was typical of my wife's ability to tune out my business doings, when I showed her the new office, she assumed I was renting it. She was uninterested, didn't ask a single question, not even how much I was paying. She said the place looked old fashioned, and they should pull it down. Build something nice! 

Sad that such a really big thing in my life would be something so uninteresting to her. That was the day I seriously wondered about my wisdom in having married her. I thought about ending the marriage. Well, there are ups and downs in all marriages. I made sure I praised her and paid attention to her, and hoped for the best. 

Socially, we had a number of couples we enjoyed, some doctors, some not. Mostly from the comfortably off business or civic leaders, some non-profit managers. Well, while not rich, I guess we certainly weren't really middle class. If you didn't know the debt load she carried, you'd think we had it made. As you might expect some doctors couldn't see themselves socializing with me, and some engineers and business types couldn't relate to my wife 'The Doctor'. 

Gradually, however, my wife's preferences in social activities revolved mostly around members of the medical community. We found a few couples agreeable to us both. I was also beginning to sense a shift in our relationship. More and more, I was the home/family support person. Any change in her schedule, I had to adjust mine and cover for her. It was what I had always done, only more so. 

I had to drop what I was doing and pick up my daughter because The Doctor was running late...She would agree to do something with me, or our daughter, and at the last minute renege. 

I agree a doctor is important to lots of people but we were her family. It was obvious who came first. Mildred was not complaining, but she was doing more kid care than I thought appropriate. 

It is the nature of modern life to be interrupted by others. I get calls from jobsites and suppliers after hours. I have two cell phones, one work, one personnel...my wife carries a pager and a g3 internet phone. Easily 99% of the after hours calls I get are settled right then, or in a couple of minutes on the phone. For years, other than those times she was on call, the same was true of my wife, but! In late summer it changed. 

Her pager would go off, and she would have to drop everything and run off to the hospital. Part of being a doctor, wouldn't you say? But she was a family physician, in a largish practice, and they took turns being on call. It certainly seemed she was taking more than her share of turns. One Saturday in late September we both spent a hot afternoon doing yard work and outside house maintenance. 

Dirty and smelly, we showered up before supper. I got turned down for a quickie, but with a promise for a good tumble later that evening. Works for me. We were sitting on the patio after supper, having coffee, listening to the happy calls and shrieks of children at play. This is the life, I thought. About 7:30 her beeper went off. Karen in exasperation looked at it, stood up and said; 

"I have to go in to the hospital. I better change first."

She looked nice, clean white t shirt with a big red cross and saying Give Blood for Life! Appropriate, Huhh? White shorts, and red high gloss sneakers made her elegantly casual. 

"You just showered and changed into fresh cloths. Why would you change them again when you'll still have to change yet again into scrubs when you get there?" 

She looked distracted:

"Oh, that's right. Ayah. Well, I've gotta go. I'll be home when I get back."

A little after 8 my daughter Kerri came in tired and dirty from heavy play,

"You are such a mess, we might as well take you out for ice cream. Then a bath for you!" Squeals of laughter! Followed by a call to Jennifer; the best friend of the summer. We had to drive over to the other side of town, no Dairy Queen for us, because only Smedley's Ice Cream Parlor, which served home made ice cream would do. Girl after my own heart.

I was sitting on a picnic bench out in front of Smedley's, licking a pistachio nut ice cream cone, casually admiring the Moms in their summer minimalist outfits, when I saw a truly rare sight. An Indian motor cycle, the Chief model, circa 1948! Brilliant yellow with white skirts, and shining chrome. It rumbled by with a delightful throaty burble of exhaust new cycles can only dream of imitating. 

I recognized it because, my older brother had a detailed die cast model of one years ago, and I covet it to this day. The driver was a fattish guy slumped in the seat in matching jeans and jean jacket with black leather boots. The woman was riding Pillion and tightly hugging the rider. 

She had on an American flag helmet and face shield, a white Red Cross Give Blood tee shirt, blue jeans, and shiny red track shoes! The summer evening was cooling now; she'll wish she'd worn a jacket before the evening's done.

Acting carefree and happy after that was difficult. I doubt the children noticed my mood as they more than made up for in laughter and gaiety. I felt ashamed to say that I was glad I had forgotten to mail her quarterly student loan payment on Friday. About 2/3 of that money had come from my funds. It would have been throwing money away. That was also the end of me paying for anything that was hers. 

Having to pay the full load for her house, car and stuff would drain her checking account and the savings account attached to it in record time. I kept paying most of her bills, but used her checking account exclusively. 

Monday morning I hired a divorce lawyer. He promised to look over the pre nupt agreement, but he knew the lawyer who wrote it and his expectation was that it would be tight...adding that anything can be broken. Documentation of the adultery was unnecessary, but it might help as a bludgeon if there was a child custody issue, but it was an outside chance in any event. Moms almost always get the kid.

The second call was to a friend of mine who was into antique autos. Indian Chief motorcycles are both valuable and rare. Joy riding one is nearly a Jay Leno sort of thing. No hesitation from him, it was almost certainly owned by Dr. Alfred Hale. I didn't know him but knew the name. Big shot at the hospital. Well, that cleared that up. 

The third call was to an Investigator recommended by my insurance agent for my business. Samier Patel was the guy's name, Sam for short. I saw no reason for him to follow Wifey. I was reasonably sure she was only fucking one person. Alfred Syphilis Hale might be another story, and I wanted revenge. I told him I wanted the goods on Dr. Hale, and gave him what I knew. 

I expected to have to pay extra for prompt work, but things must have been slow for the guy. He cut me a break and promised to get right on it. I paid $3,000 deposit for the first week to get him started, asking for photos, audio, and video if possible. I also suggested he cover his tracks well as Hale had the big bucks to be trouble when he realized he was being fucked with.

The forth call was to one of my site managers telling him to start pulling workmen in we needed to finish the gate house at least enough to get an occupancy permit. 

Other than that it was a routine day. 

I tried to keep everything normal. I guessed I needed about two to three weeks to conveniently turn out the lights on our marriage.

That evening during our quiet time drinking a cup of coffee, Wifey announced:

"Ill be going to a medical conference in New York Friday and Saturday night the week after next. It's sponsored by Merck, and I need to go."

"Where are you staying?"

"One of New York's best hotels. The Green Point Plaza. God knows what it would cost normally!"

"Hmmp!" I pulled out my I phone and looked it up.

"You're kidding! Green Point is in Brooklyn and so's the hotel. It looks OK, but nothing special. Here, look at the picture. $110 a night!"

"L'me see! There must be some mistake. That's a nothing. Not a Crown Plaza or anything! Oooh! I must 'a got the hotel wrong. I'll double check. Anyway, I'm sure the date is correct."

That night we had marital sex for the first time in god knows when. I consider it a personal weakness that I initiated it. I had fished out a condom just like in the old days and rolled it on just before entry, and she never noticed. 

The Wednesday before her conference weekend, was very eventful. I met with my lawyer, to go over the draft of the divorce papers. He suggested we get my business financials under cover, so if the pre-nupt agreements (which he thought were air tight) were somehow breached, I wouldn't loose so much. He had doubts about the child support, pre nupt of no pre nupt. I protested that it was my child, and I wanted to support her. The Lawyer set me straight. Give all the support you want, but avoid the court mandating anything. 

My accountant said he needed a few weeks to bury cash reserve I had in the business. I joked that we contractors usually wanted to pull money out of thin air, not the other way, and told him to get 75% of it hidden in a week! Later in the afternoon I met with the investigator in person for the first time.

He chose a Starbucks. Turns out he works out of his house, and as he said, it was also better if some people didn't know where to find him.




My First Wife The Doctor



"Mr. Harlow, this is rich! A first in my very long experience, this was indeed a first! And that is a rare thing I am telling you! Your Dr. Hale rents a particular motel room always on Mondays and Thursdays, and sometimes Saturday. Same room every time. Now this is the interesting part. Listen to this! Last Thursday, he took this woman into the room, and they stayed there from Noon to about 1:30. Here's her picture"

I never saw her in my life. Nice red head, I thought.

"Her name is Ilene McCormack, and she works for one of those Visiting Nurse companies. She had such a sticker on her car. I have her personnel information here for you as well. The curtains on the window were tight, so I couldn't get any pictures, but I have the full audio. They came out all lovey-dovey, here's another picture of them. He went back to the hospital. Now here's the big surprise! I couldn't believe it! At six PM, he drove back to the same motel arriving at 6:15 and went into the same room. At 6:25 this woman drove up and went in his room, just like the last one."

He slid the picture over. "Sorry, it's you're wife, but you already knew that, didn't you. We have the audio for this assignation as well. Welcome to the world of Viagra. First time I've come across a guy meeting up with two women the same day, in the same room. Turns out he does this twice a week or more! I gained access to the room, and as you instructed, set it up for sound and video. 

Somebody will be in the area recording what goes on when he is inside. Here is a disc with your wife, and one other woman who we do not know as she arrived with Dr Hale."

I thanked him

"Sam, if the shit hits the fan, is there any way this can be traced to you? I'm serious here. Possibly serious money looking for 'the source' of these pictures."

"Naah! I tell you that they would never find me...unless you told them. But I am careful. You'll find none of my fingerprints on those pictures, nor anything in the room." 

I told him to keep recording until further notice, but forget the outside stuff, paid another $3,000 in cash and left with a sour taste in my mouth that wasn't from the coffee.

The next day I closed joint credit card accounts, explaining to Karen that it was to get better control of our funds, and did the final positioning of funds.

Each week I got Samier's set of videos on a CD in the mail. He had two cameras and presumable two microphones. Of course I watched all the tapes, but the ones of my wife I examined with care. I obsessively listened to every word, watched closely every gesture. I think it was cathartic for me. 

The more I watched, the more distant my feelings for her became. Physically I guess he was OK for his age. Older than me by a good deal...fifteen, twenty years? Clearly never exercised. His cock was much the same as mine. Similar amount of body hair, I was glad to see he had about 4 or 5 more inches on his waist line then me. 

He generally led the sessions. With all the women, he told them what he wanted, and they did it. With enthusiasm! Now Karen was OK with oral. I mean, what woman isn't, these days? But for him she was blithely deep throating him like a porn star. A talent I didn't know she possessed. He wasn't fucking her butt hole, but they were fingering each other during oral sex. Plus vibrators and dildos were sliding in all of their various holes. 

Hale seemed to especially like to stick a vibrator in Karen's ass. I realized he would feel it on his cock as they fucked, so I learned some useful techniques. No great loss without some small gain. She complied with alacrity doing everything he asked of her. No hesitation. Happy to experience whatever he wanted. How I wished she would be that way with me! 

Upon reflection, I realized that perhaps I shared some responsibility for our lousy sex life. When the wife said no, I didn't insist. I let her be the gate keeper in the bedroom. Now Hale was pushing her, and she was happily yielding. Simple, really. We all want to please our partner. Maybe it's more a matter of what my expectations were, and as I could see, they were too low! 

Work on the Gate house was coming along nicely, with a week to go. I called the lawyer and learned he was on vacation. I told his assistant that I wanted the papers by next Wednesday as promised. She assured me I would have them. 

I was set to file for divorce and move out of her house and her life. 

Our daughter was at the neighbors, we were sipping a nice wine on the patio on the evening before her 'medical conference'. I probably shouldn't have bothered, but I did try one last time to preserve our marriage.

"So do you think my wife will ever come back?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you. You've been moving away from Karri and me for quite some time now. It's like you're moving out of the family. I just wondered who you've found to take our place, and when or if you're coming back?"

There was a long silence. I was about to get up and leave when she replied in a quiet voice.

"He's a doctor at the hospital. I can't tell you his name, but I'm pretty sure we're in love. That it's the real thing...you can't tell right away, can you. Emotions are funny that way. I'll know in a month or so. And no, I won't, I can't give him up. I'm sorry, but there it is. I still love you, but..."

She trailed off into silence. I said nothing.

"Chris? Aren't you going to say anything?"

"You haven't finished. You were saying you loved me but...And I'd like to know how long, how often, and most of all why? What does he have that I don't?"

"Ok, this is complicated, but I love you, or what I always thought was love. With him it's different. I've been intimate with him for a month, maybe six weeks. There is no why. It just happened. He's not better, or worse than you, just different."

"So every time your pager goes off, you're either off to help and comfort the sick and dying, or Dr. Syphilis has a hard on and his cock slut needs to take care of it! Look, give me your hand a minute."

She extended her left hand and took mine.

"Chris, don't be like that. It's not like that...I just have to be sure, and it's only a few more weeks. Please!"

I held her hand with both of mine, and cleanly slid her wedding and engagement rings off of her finger. I don't think it registered until I took my wedding band off and dropped it in her hand.

"Hey, give them back! I can't go without them! They're mine!"

"Hey you ass licking slut! If I let you fuck Syphilis with those rings on your hand, I'm letting him put the horns on me. Fuck you! Fuck your dog, and Fuck the cock horse you're riding." 

"Chris! People will notice! Give them back!"

"Not my problem."

I slipped two coins out of my pocket stood up and threw them way the hell out into the yard. In the failing light, she would glimpse something shiny flying through the air and assume it was $9,000 worth of jewelry.

"So go find the damn things! If you wanted to keep the marriage they represented, there wouldn't be this problem. Anyway, you'd probably be surprised how many people know what you've been doing. The two of you are well known about town. So tell them. Tell them all how lucky you were to get onto the big doctor's well used cock. 

Tell them he loves you more than life itself, that he's gonna divorce his wife and marry you! Just waiting for the right time to tell her. Fine by me."

"Chris, cutout the crude talk. How did you know that?"

I laughed! 

"Beneath all that education, you're a dumb cunt! Every married guy tells his fuck friend he loves her and is going to leave his wife! It keeps her fucking and sucking him! Women who imagine themselves virtuous pretend it's necessary to reach a long term commitment. An honest woman does it because it's fun, and she enjoys the ride, and whores do it for money. Anyway, sometimes the guy does divorce his wife, I'm guessing, maybe 1 in 5, cause the marriage was in the shitter anyway. And sometimes he even marries his fuck friend of the week! Maybe that's 1 in 5 too. So the chances are: 24 out of 25 times, he dumps her!

But, who knows? Maybe it is true love you have, and you'll marry him, and the two of you, who merrily adulterated your last marriages, will be faithful in your new ones, and in your free time, go down into the cellar and dissect corpses together!" 

She went up to our bedroom slamming doors as she went. What the hell did she think my reaction would be? I put together the reality package I planned to leave for her. It listed the household costs: Her net income, minus her student loan payments, minus her mortgage payments, minus taxes, minus car payments, minus utilities, minus insurance for car and house. It came out in minus numbers. 

She was in the hole by $1,000 a week, with no food, gas or anything else. Heh heh heh! I timed the bill payments so that on D day, all her bills would be paid, and leave essentially no cash in her accounts.

The next morning, she assured me again it really was a medical conference, and headed out the door. I canceled all of our joint credit cards. She had one for business, so she was not completely without a source of funds. 

I made copies of the bills, and of our income tax returns. She would need them. I listed the name and number of the oil burner guy, the lawn guy, the snow plowing guy, a general handy man. Looking over the tax returns, I was pleased that for the last three years, despite efforts to reduce and hide my income, I made more than she did. 

Good. Well, maybe that was too much information for her right now. She was gone, and at this point I wanted her to stay gone. Why give her a reason to want to stay. I pulled the income tax returns from the pile. She'd get them eventually.

The movers arrived at 11AM on Friday. My shop took one truck and most of the mover's time. I took all of my uncle's furniture, plus some family pieces, my bureau and the contents of my closet. I was such a nice guy! I had a cleaning service come in to sweep, vacuum and scrub away all evidence of my life there. 

I stacked her financial stuff in a box, tossed the current bills on top, and a second box was for misc junk we found while emptying draws and cleaning the floors. I set them on a kitchen chair, and left the divorce papers I had signed on the kitchen table. I also left a note on the refrigerator, and closed the door on a chapter of my life at 4:00PM, Friday afternoon.

My daughter and I went kid bedroom shopping Saturday, and got her set up in her bedroom at my place. The newly renovated house was looking great! Insulated, new thermal paned windows that looked like the old ones. Original plaster work with paint and stenciling restored. Original kitchen restored and augmented a bit to suit modern needs, and everything freshly stripped and varnished or painted. What a great job the crews had done. I would like to think it they did a great job out of respect they held for me...or it could be that jobs were really difficult to find right now, and I had quite a payroll.

Sunday night Karen called at 10 PM in hysterics. I listened long enough to know she discovered she was bankrupt. I told her:

"Hey, don't cry on my shoulder. Not my problem. I don't care any more. Take your troubles to Doctor Syphilis! Let him be tender, helpful, and give you money."

More shrieks of rage, remorse and hurt. 

"Look, you're not coherent. I'll come by tomorrow night at 7:00 and we can talk this over. Kerri is fine. She's with me right now. I figure we'll share custody. We can work around your problem of 'on-call for cum calls' and what-not...don't call again between now and 7PM tomorrow." 

I hung up. The phone rang immediately. It was her.

"Look doesn't call Karri either. She's been in bed for an hour now, and as hysterical as you are, you'll scare the shit out of her. Be prepared to tell me precisely when what day, what time you want her to stay with you. I need to know when I see you tomorrow. Good night!" 

Seems she expected me to plod along until she found another cock she liked better. Apparently it never occurred to The Doctor that I might make up my mind P.D.Q. Right! Don't appreciate the water until the well runs dry! What the hell did she think I would do? Just imagine her saying 'Chris, thanks for cooking a nice dinner. Help the kid, what's-her-name with her homework after you do the dishes. I know you have to be up by 6 to go to work, so don't wait up. Syphilis just called, and he's really needing some dirty sex, and I can't keep him waiting!' 

Saying that would certainly make every husband to want to stay around! Sure it would! Dumb cunt!

Seven PM came around. Just to piss her off, I got an Italian Sub at a very good Italian Deli...crispy crust artisan bread on the side so it wouldn't get soggy. I showed up in late with particularly dirty and sweaty work cloths and boots. Knocked on the door. The grungy cloths were a bit of theater. I worked up a good sweat doing landscaping at my new house. 

She looked nice, low cut blouse, wearing a thin lace bra, short skirt, barefoot. She saw the bag in my hand. "Oh how nice! You brought something for me. I guess we're both sorry. Come on in, I made supper."

"You got things wrong. I'm not sorry. I am delighted I found out what you were before I wasted more years. Nothing was said about supper, I brought this for myself. You do as you please."

"But I cooked a nice meal for you."

I looked over at the table. I was thinking 'You didn't cook anything. You picked it out precooked at the grocery. Must have just come from Syphilis, she never dressed like that for me!' But what I said was:

"Oh well. Let's eat and talk about Karri. That's what we have in common now. I presume you agree with joint custody, and I wonder if you've thought out when you will want her?"

"I don't want a divorce. This is not my choice. It's just that this might be the real thing with Fred, and I need some time to find out. You know...if it's the real thing."

"Right! You said that before. However, the real thing that is upon you right now is divorce. I do envy your delusional state. New love is really, really great, although I must say it hasn't done much for you mental acuity. Now don't take this the wrong way. He obviously is something really special...what does he have that is so attractive?"

"Chris! I'm not...I'm not going there. No way will I compare him with you, or visa versa!"

"No, really! I'm not asking that. I am asking what is so attractive about him. Word of honor, I won't go off the deep end. Tell me."

"Well, it's really not the sex. I mean he's skilled at it. He's good, but not extraordinary, at least in my limited experience. Size wise he's ordinary as far as I know. But he has an amazing smell! It's not perfume or anything. It's his body! It has this sublime smell! Even his...his cum had a pleasant taste. Sort of nutty, no pun intended. 

He has a commanding personality. He's confident, in charge. He's so...so considerate, kind. He listens intently, and comments intelligently on what ever I say. You, I mean I just...well... feel protected! I want to please him. I probably would have done...well I did do whatever I thought he wanted. And he seemed to know what I wanted. Not what I said I wanted, but deep down inside what I wanted, and had me do that. What I really wanted, but couldn't ask for." 

"Ah then he is indeed a talented Don Juan! Well god bless you and your ongoing quest. His bedside manner carries over into your bed. It makes me feel better...to have gotten out of your way. And it's good for you too. You know, no more lying, sneaking around. Now you can be open about your love." 

"Chris I really didn't want a divorce. That was your idea."

For the love of Christ! It's my fault? She's fucking nuts.

"Anyway! Divorce it is! Ready or not here it comes! And lest we forget, caring for our daughter is why we are talking tonight."

"You know I can't control my schedule! Why are you asking this?"

"Kerri has to have some sort of stability in her life. She's not going to go to bed in your house, and wake up in mine. She has to know who will get her to soccer practice next week Tuesday. She has to know in advance where she will be Saturday if only so she knows who she can make plans to play with. So if you want scheduled time with her, when will it be? And what are you going to do about Karri when you have her and one of the Syphilis's calls you out? What are you going to do when you're running late? 

"I'm not in a position to answer that now. I mean this is still new to me. Do we have to do this now?"

"As long as you are happy not having her with you, no. We need never mention it again. Eahh! Look! What we do in the next few days or weeks isn't forever. Things change. So for now, I gather you agree, reluctantly, she stays with me, and you visit as your time permits. You may not 'drop in' for any reason, call first. 

I need 24 hours notice of any change in plans. I just want you to know that I expect and need you to be her mother. Let's do try to be civil to each other, and if we can't, then at least be civil in front of Kerri. I don't bad mouth you to her and visa versa?"

"That makes sense. On the rest, I'm between a rock and a hard place! I have to go along with this. At least things are going well in my other life."

"Good! I'm glad to hear it. Hope Syphilis makes you happy. Sorry I couldn't, but then again I've come to realize it was mutual. I would rather we had split without the adultery, but...shit happens. At least we both now have the prospect of good sex and companionship. Well, I'm off."

"Chris, I didn't file for divorce. You did!"

"Right you keep on about that! You mean you really didn't expect it? You put the cuckold's horns on me, you placed the bomb, lit the fuse, wonder why the dirt of divorce is raining down on you and our family."

She was successfully fighting back tears. I blew her a kiss and walked out the door leaving the hoagie wrapper which reeked of oregano and garlic on the table. Well good. We all deserve happiness, her as well as me.

I did get an amazing change of fortune later in the week. About six months earlier, I had submitted a Hail Mary bid to build a new middle school. The Job was a good bit larger, no make that way larger than anything I had ever done before, and frankly I thought my bid would be thrown out for that reason. I was high in price mostly because I didn't really trust my estimate. I added 15% to my actual estimate to cover for blunders. Came in a respectable third. My real estimate (the one without the 15%) was right between the top two contractor's bids. A few weeks later that bank in New York, Lehman Brothers went bust, and credit seized. 

The high bidder on the school contract was a big, well respected contractor. A few weeks ago I had read that he had been indicted for bribing city officials! And the city threw out his bid. 

This Tuesday, the school department called me in for a conference, to see if I could stand by my bid! The number two bidder had declared bankruptcy! Poof! Here one day, gone the next. Meanwhile, construction costs had dropped about 10% at that point, and I could foresee at least another 10% drop in the coming months as existing work was finished, but nothing much coming through because of the recession. 

Normally they would have thrown out all of the bids, and gone out for bid again. Unfortunately that would have meant months of delay, and possibly the money would be appropriated for other projects, or otherwise unavailable. Plus the city and the school board wanted to show jobs in the city by November.

The problem for me was financing, as I had hidden my cash for the divorce. I asked for a week to check the numbers and my bank. I spent two days with my estimators checking prices. The 20% drop in costs had already arrived. I went to the local bank I had been dealing with. They were not going along until I explained the pricing drop. My bid price was $67,000,000. I had figured my cost originally at 61 mills. My new cost was close to $50,000,000! They checked my numbers, and I got the financing. I was good to go! I was in the big time, and stood to make over 15 million dollars on this job! 




My First Wife The Doctor



Sam the detective called me in to the Starbucks for a conference. He had sound and video on...count them, twelve women. My wife and one other were regulars, once or twice a week, and the others sprinkled in. We had to agree, Hale was extraordinary! I told Sam keep it up! If nothing else they were nice porn!

On Friday night I got a panic call from Karen. It seems she couldn't pay her bills. She didn't understand them. So Kerri and I went over. Karen and I sat at the kitchen table, and Kerri played with the neighbor's kids. 

"Chris! All these bills! I don't begin to have enough money to pay them! "

"No shit, Sherlock! It's called being bankrupt! You don't make enough money. Not counting the work I use to do around here... that you'll now have to hire out, you're about $100,000 a year short. Best thing you can do is talk to a lawyer and file for bankruptcy."

"Don't make it out worse than it is. I'm a Doctor! I can't be bankrupt!"

"Ok so pay your bills! Maybe Dr Syphilis will pay you for services rendered. He probably gets better servicing from you than I ever.... I'm sorry! Really! I generally can suppress my feelings. That is exactly what I should not say! Besides if he's stuck around you this long, you're doing good, in bed and out. 

About money. Change jobs! Get a second job! You're a doctor. Somebody will hire you."

"Fuck you! At a minimum I need another $3000/month revenue stream, and a second job's out of the question."

"Actually you need closer to $4,500 just to keep the grass mowed with no cushion. And that's with about nothing for spending money. You forgot taxes. So ask your partners for a raise." 

"Look. I need you to cough up some money!"

"Did you read the pre nuptials' you and your dad made me sign? I don't owe you anything. Stop paying the mortgage, that's a start."

"Now you look! If I loose my house, I'll rip you apart in the divorce! You won't have a dime to your name, you bastard!"

"Karen this is unhelpful all this squabbling about money. You really have no choice but to see a lawyer, declare bankruptcy and dump the house. It's worth about $450,000 now, and you have a $600,000 first mortgage on it, and nearly another $100,000 second mortgage. If the bank dropped the mortgage by $300,000, or if they foreclosed on the property, that $300,000 would be forgiveness of debt, and taxable to you. 

That's my best advice, but you need to see a lawyer. I won't give you money. I dutifully pay all the bills that I am obligated to pay but nothing more. 

When our marriage had a chance of a future, I made sure you had enough money to live as you, not me, wanted to. You dumped me. I give money to charity, and that you're not! Oh, when you howl at how cruel bankruptcy laws are, remember that the money you and your dad gave to your congressman has come back to screw you. 

They have no mercy for those hopelessly in debt, or the poor. And a last bit of advice. Never declare war. Why warn the enemy? Re- think that bit about going after me. Thanks to your dad you can't get me. Don't go there! I think we're done here. Let me call Karri."   

She was livid. Kerri probably risked a burn when she kissed her mom goodbye, and the two of us went home. 

I got a call from her a couple of weeks later. She wanted to parley. Could I leave Kerri home and come over for dinner? I told her I would be there at 7: PM, after supper. I really didn't want to eat at her table. In refusing her so easily, I realized I had only mild affection left for her, and I was getting good at seeing through her manipulations. The anger I felt for what she did to me remained, and probably would for years, but the beast was under control.

"Chris, thanks for coming over. As you know, I'm in the shitter financially. The house is going, but I don't know when. I haven't made any payments on it since you left. Whenever the bank shows up, I'm going to be living in a one room apartment; I've broken off with him."

"Ahh the sweet smelling Syphilis. I take it you've figured out you're just a collection of willing orifices to the good Doctor Hale?"

"Isn't that the truth! If you knew, god, everybody must have known...you know his name! Oh shit, everybody must! He's been seeing another woman! I loved him, and was sure he loved me! Boy did I fall on my face."

"At least you're lying good side up. What do you want from me?"

"I want my family back."

"Ehhh! We've had this conversation before. You said you thought he was your real love, which also meant that I was not your real love. When you expected me to wear the cuckold's horns, you proved you didn't really know me. And for that matter, I realized that I didn't know you. I've thought about it a lot. If you can believe it, I realized I disliked you more than I loved you. The two of us together are our past and not our future. 

That Hale is not your future either doesn't change anything between us. So forget about it." 

"Chris, the other thing I want is revenge on him I really do. He led me on with a string of lies, and I want him to pay!"

"Forget about revenge as well! Do nothing! You'll look like an idiot however it comes out. Doctors are suppose to be wise, discerning, stable professionals, not love struck fools that jump on a cock after a good line. And don't look for me to get him in a dark operating room and break his fingers. Karen, remember the bible, revenge is mine, sayeth the lord. BY the way, I forgot some books here. Mind if I look for them?"

"Go ahead. They're wherever you left them. I haven't read a thing in months." 

That's another thing wrong with my life. It's mostly work. I love to read, and I haven't had time for a long time. I got a bag from the kitchen, and collected a couple of novels, but it was the Hospital anniversary book I was really after. I needed to so some research and I remembered that they had group photos and names in it. 

I had a different idea to fry Hale, but no point in telling Karen she would get some of the blow back. When I got home, going through the hospital book I was able to identify nine women; two doctors, five nurses, and two in administration. That left three unknowns. I called Sam Patel, and then the lawyer I used for the business. I had figured out that I didn't like being a big contractor talking to suits all day. I really liked to be close to the work, particularly historic restoration projects. I my lawyer to ask around for a contactor who wanted to buy a business with a very good three year contract virtually guaranteed to make money. I offered him 10% of the purchase price. 

As to Sam the snoop, it cost another $3,000, but he got the goods on the unknowns.

We met in a local coffee shop instead of Starbucks."

"New office. Sam? The coffee's better."

"Belongs to a client. A friend of mine knows one of the office persons, and got the name of two of them right off the bat. Turns out they were patients of his. Plus two of the ones we had names for were also patients of his as well. We made up a fake newspaper story about the third one, doctored her picture so she had clothing on. My contact brought it in to the office, and got the last name. The last one was both a patient and a nurse in his downtown office. I also looked up address and family info."

I bought a cheap laptop on Craig's list for cash, and one of my guys got me a stolen credit card in case I needed it. 

One of the local hotels has unsecured wifi so I parked on the curb across the street so I could go on line. I didn't have to pay anything, but more important, didn't have to give any identification. I logged into a blog site and set up an account in Hale's name. I then up loaded Hale's Pusey Posse, Part I. The Nice Nurse's Nipples that relieve my stress! I had each one topless in a portrait, with names linked to a 30 second video clip of fucking or sucking where both the woman and Hale were clearly identifiable.

I then set up an e mail account. I used some software that allowed me to send individual e mails to a whole group of people individually. That way, no one would know who else got the e mails. So it looked like Hale sent 'Hale's Pussy Posse' to them alone. No way they would not spread this bit of juicy gossip to people I didn't know. I used several email lists, so both private and hospital addresses were covered. I hit send! Round one a direct hit on Hale.

Karen called about half an hour later. 

"My god Chris, do you know what that asshole Hale did? He sent me an e mail showing him screwing five of the nurses! Hale's Pusey Posse he calls them. The nurses! I know all o f them, three of 'em very well!"

"Jeasus H.! Karen, what guy could have an orgy with five women? What the hell could you do with that many! It would be a huge waste of pussy! Gotta be a fake picture."

"No, no, no! One at a time, but all in the same room. At different times. My god! He's sick! He filmed it all! How could he do that?" 

"Great stamina, to do five women in a day! No wonder you liked him! Kudos to him. Probably had installed one or more video cameras and taped the sex. May have broadcast the whole thing to a receiver in his car. Of course he also would have broadcast it to anyone else within a few hundred yards around. Anyone could have recorded it. Do you recognize the room?"

"Oh my god! Oh my god! It was the motel room we used! Oh my god." 

"Right! He no doubt has pictures of you too. Maybe he has Hale's Pussy Posse, the Doctors? Your fifteen minutes of fame might be starting soon?"

"That shit head! Somebody will kill him! He better not! ...Oh jeasus. What did I do to myself?"

"Send me the link. I'd like to see it! Besides I need to meet some willing women. Look, I gotta go."

"You're a pig, Chris! You're a fucking pig!"

The next night the blog was gone. Ah censorship on the web! I set up another Blog, and the next day sent out new links to 'Hale Dorks Doctor DoxiesI' Same deal, went to everybody individually. The rumor mill would be cranking! It would be unstoppable.

Like clockwork, half an hour after I hit send, Karen called in tears."

"That mother fucker posted my picture and a video of me riding him! Jeasus! The phone had been ringing every five minutes! I'm going to kill the bastard!"

"OK, give me the link! Look, don't say that! Somebody else will very likely l kill him saving you the trouble. People will recall your words. Remember, you dumped him well before his present troubles."

"I just e-mailed the link to you. Oh my god! What a looser!"

I clicked on the link. If she had deliberately sent a bad link, and if I let on I knew what was there before I saw the link, the jig would be up. She's not that devious, but you can't be too careful. Yup! There she was!

"Well, you certainly look good. Very perky tits! Looks like he was fingering your ass as you fucked! That's something we never did. Maybe Playboy will put you in the magazine!"

"Oh Thanks! Our hospital and two others have temporarily pulled his privileges, so he's out of work for a while until they decide what to do. So far the nurses are being looked at as victims. Now they can add some doctors to the list! Just what I needed." 

"At least the stereotype of a female works in your favor this time. Poor deluded young Doctor throws away her marriage and her reputation all for... for a cad! All that education! Such a waste!" 

"Fuck you and the horse you rode in on! What am I going to do?"

"No pun intended, just ride it out. Keep out of the lime light. Don't give interviews or any public statement. Most of your patients will know nothing; few to none will see the pictures. Your tits are nice, but half the people in the world have a pair of tits on their chest, and most of the ones that don't have ready access to someone else's. Few people outside of the hospital will see them; nearly all will look casually and not much notice or remember the face. More important, you need to think about what to tell your daughter if she finds out."

She started sobbing with that one.

"I don't know how you handle that. Hale is another matter. This stuff will blow Hale out of town before it blows over, so you can enjoy the revenge you wanted at no cost or risk!"

When I sent out 'Hale's Pud in Prurient Patients' it was public proof he was fucking some of his patients, it was all over for him. He lost his license to practice medicine, was buried under a hail of lawsuits, and his wife divorced him. He fled town and reportedly works for an insurance company in Texas, probably figuring out how to deny coverage to the sick and dying. I wonder if having little status and less money changed his smell and taste of his cum?

I wrestled to give myself permission to spend some of the pot of money I was making. My antique car friend assured me it was a good investment, so using him as a straw man, I bought the Indian Chief motorcycle, plus another one Hale had picked up for parts. I've always regarded them as organ donor specials, and never ridden one, but it looked like fun. I had the brains to take lessons. I no longer coveted my brother's toy, I had the real thing.

I called the Red Cross, and asked if they had any more give blood t shirts. They had none. I explained that I wanted one size small, new or used and would give the Red Cross a check for $100, and a 20 dollar bill for who ever dug one up. The woman I was talking to said that could be arranged, and we agreed to meet Friday night and make the buy. She seemed like a nice woman, and I told her what I planned to do with the t shirt. We had a good laugh and exchanged e mail addresses.

I took Kerri out and among other cloths she needed, bought her a pair of red sneakers, gave her the tee shirt, A couple of days later we rode on my bike over to Karen's house on the eve of the foreclosure. Kerri ran inside wearing the t shirt and the red sneakers and hollered:

"Mommy, look at Pop's motorcycle! We rode over here on it. Have you ever ridden on one as nice as this?"

Her eyes widened and she mouthed "O!" 

"I did once. Looking much like you, in fact. It was a fun ride while it lasted, but it was a big mistake because it ended in a crash. Chris, you better be careful on that."

Karen actually sued me. Unfortunately for her, the prenuptial agreement held, and she got nothing from me, lost the house and declared bankruptcy. However, not all debts are forgiven in bankruptcy, so I estimated it will be years of living cheap before she is free and clear. Nice guy that I am sent her father a $1000 check, thanking him for his idea of prenuptial agreement, and how they saved me a fortune. He sent the check back with no comment. I sent it to a liberal advocacy group in his name, and used his name as the donor. 

As part of the bankruptcy, the wife had to submit prior year's tax returns, so for the first time she really looked at the documents, and saw what my income was the year we were divorced. She was aghast to see it was a lot higher than hers, to say nothing of the huge lump of cash I made from selling my business. She demanded to know why I hadn't told her. 

I pointed out I did show her. I pointed to her signature on every tax return. The amount of income was right there. It's just that she was so convinced she was the "Doctor" and I was a glorified handyman, she assumed our income was mostly from her practice. How often we look without seeing. 

"It's just as well. You and your dad were really worried I was marrying you for your money. I think you liked the idea of bringing in the big bucks. It gave you power. Look at the bright side: you're young, good looking, and as I and much of the world has seen, much better in bed now than you ever were when you were with me, I'm sure you'll have your pick of prospective mates." 

A year later I got rid of the motorcycle. It was fun but I wasn't riding it enough to become a skilled rider, and basically didn't enjoy it all that much. My friend was right, though. It was a good investment. I sold the parts bike for what I paid for the two, and the good bike for double what I had paid for the lot. 

Life goes on.



My First Wild Night



All I could think about that day was having sex. Not just with one person, but with a roomful. What was wrong with me? I'm not that kind of girl! Am I? Hm.

How this all started was simple enough. I was working hard, trying to finish up a couple of articles I had due, so I was deep in research mode for some last minute facts. One topic I was writing about was for a glamour magazine about trends in bikini waxing. Now, I've never even *had* a bikini wax done before, and I'm sorry, but this particular assignment wasn't paying enough for me to go have one now, so research was going to have to come in other forms.

So, I got on the net and started to surf. I plugged "bikini wax" into the search engine and ended up with a million options. The first few were pretty straightforward but, wow! The next one I opened without reading the description...this had *nothing* to do with *getting* a bikini wax! The women on this web site clearly already had their waxing done, because they were bare as they day they were born!

I've never done much surfing on porn sites, at least not on purpose, and this particular site was more than I bargained for! There were pictures of women together, a woman with several men, a man with several women and any combination in between! And in just the few seconds it took for my brain to see those pictures, I suddenly felt myself getting all wet and tingly between my legs. 

I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. The picture with that woman and about five guys held my attention. Every hole she had was filled...a cock up her ass, one up her cunt, two in her mouth and the last streaming cum all over her huge tits. I surprised myself by thinking, I want to be her!

I moved to the next picture...a woman with long, brown hair, on her hands and knees...sucking a massive cock that looked to be halfway down her throat. Beneath her laid another woman, a blonde, licking one of the first woman's tits...her hand was rubbing the brown haired woman's pussy. A man stood behind the brown haired woman, his dick poised to ram into her asshole. My own slit became wetter, and I squirmed in my chair. I wanted to be that brown haired woman.

The next picture was different. It showed an entire roomful of people, naked and engaging in all sorts of sex acts. Some in pairs, some in threes, some with toys, some tied up...it was awesome. I was so horny now, and I needed to have sex with somebody...or somebodies, preferably!

Since I didn't know the number for anyplace such as Dial-an-Orgy, I tried the next best thing. I called my sister. She and my brother divorced two years ago -- no one really knew why, but I think it was probably because my fat ass slob of a brother couldn't keep up with the sexual appetite of his sexy wife. And sexy she was. Long legs, big, round boobs, and long black hair. We went out together every once in a while, and there was rarely a night when she went home alone...she was hot. So, I dialed her up.

"Debbie! What's up? Wanna go out tonight or what?" Jen said when she answered the phone.

"Well, I want to do something tonight, and I’m hoping you can help me out..." I was really nervous. How could I say these thoughts out loud to her?

"Sure! What do you need?"

"Um...well..." Ok, I had to just say it or I'd completely chicken out. "A roomful of people to have sex with!"

Jen was silent for a minute and I thought maybe I'd offended her or something, then she broke into peals of laughter.

"I knew that under that quiet exterior there lurked a sex goddess, Deb! Damn! Tell you what...you come over around nine tonight and we'll see what can be done to help you out."

I went and took a shower because I didn't know what else to do. I got dressed in a tight pair of jeans and a low-cut black t-shirt that showed enough of my own ample breasts...not as big as Jen's, but more than respectable. I decided at the last minute to leave my bra off. I took my panties off, too. They were just soaked again, anyway, thinking about how the evening might end.

I rang Jen's doorbell at exactly nine. She ushered me in, wearing...well, very little. She had on a short black skirt and a halter-top, which barely contained her voluptuous melons. She offered me a drink, and I readily accepted, downing it all in a matter of a minute. I did feel far more relaxed afterwards!

We sat on the couch and Jen got down to business. "So, you're horny, huh? That's cool. I invited some friends over...I didn't tell them why, but that won't matter. Things usually end up, well, pretty wild when they show up anyway!" Jen laughed and I wondered just how often she got "wild" with these friends, and if my brother had ever been involved? That was just too weird to think about!

"Ok, Deb, I have to ask this, though..." she said, sipping her own drink, "have you ever had sex with a woman before?" I blushed, and shook my head 'no.'

"I didn't think so." She smiled. "You probably will tonight, though." I blushed again, but smiled back. Just then, as if to seal her prediction, Jen moved closer to me on the couch and kissed me deeply on the mouth, her free hand reaching up to brush across my hardened nipple.

"Wow...you are ready, aren't you?" she asked, squeezing my nipple and kissing me again. I let my inhibitions go and kissed her back, reaching over to touch her bare leg and she instantly responded by pressing against me, our chests fully touching and her tongue down my throat.

I barely heard the door open but the voice was what caught my attention. "Hey, they've started without us!" said a man, tall, well built and looking rock hard under his jeans. His eyes were riveted to mine instantly and I couldn't wait to see what was under that zipper. Thankfully, I didn't need to wait long to find out. He unzipped his pants as he walked over to the couch.

"Deb, this is Joe and his friend Rick," that's when I noticed the other guy, a blond, standing behind Joe, his own pants down and he was rubbing his 8" cock into a full erection. 

Joe walked over to me and without as much as a word, he thrust his dick in my face, and instinctively, I opened my mouth. He pushed it in and began fucking my face. I eagerly accepted. He tasted salty and I could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat with each thrust.

Rick had walked over and from behind me he lifted my shirt and began fondling both of my tits. I could feel my jeans getting soaked in the crotch, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the feel of these two men on my body. 

Suddenly I felt a pair of hands undoing my pants and sliding them off me. It was Jen. She was now on her knees before me, spreading my legs and running her tongue up my thigh and into my wet hole. Rick reached down and rubbed my clit as he continued with his other hand to pinch and twist my hard nipple while I sucked Joe's cock.

Joe started thrusting faster and harder and I knew he was going to blow his load into my throat at any time. I leaned forward eagerly, and just then, I felt a heavy stream of cum go down the back of my mouth and into my throat. I managed not to gag as I sucked his bone dry.

"Awesome, Deb..." he said, as he moved me over on the couch, getting me into a doggie style position. I let him guide me as I saw that he intended to take over where Jen had been. Jen then positioned herself in front of me, her own long legs spread wide open, one up over the back of the couch. I bent down and could smell her musk as I tentatively licked at her throbbing clit. Her eyes closed and she moaned, and that was all I needed to get going. I started licking and sucking her cunt wildly. 

Rick, in the mean time, was positioned over Joe and his dick was at my ass. I clenched my cheeks together involuntarily, but he massaged them and loosened me up. He bent down enough to first put his cock in my wet slit, getting it good and wet...Joe helped a bit by giving it a few licks, which just blew my mind. Then Rick went back to my ass and gently pressed his way inside. Soon, he was buried to the hilt, and I thought I'd explode from the feelings I had!

Rick started to thrust into me, slowly at first, and then a little quicker. Joe's mouth was still licking my cunt, thrusting his tongue in and out of my hole, and he was squeezing one of my nipples and one of Jen's at the same time. I was eating Jen out like there was no tomorrow. And suddenly, it was almost as if a group climax was happening. We all began to shudder and Rick blew his load up my ass...I came in spasms all over Joe's face, and Jen came in my mouth. We were all spent.

After piling on the couch together, each with a drink, Jen reached over and ran her hand over my hair. "Sorry I couldn't get a whole roomful, hon," she winked, "but I hope this was ok...for a start."

Was it ever! I knew right then that Jen, Joe, Rick and I would be seeing a lot more of each other.



My First with My Aunt



Ours was a middle class family. My father's sister, Shalini used to live with us at the time I was born. She was 17 at that time. Right from the time I remember, she used to take care of me since my father and mother used to work and they used to leave home by 8 O'clock in the morning and be back around 6 pm. Since my aunt was unmarried and not working at the time she used to take care of me. My earliest memories are that she used to bathe me till the time I was 10 or 11 and feed me etc. 

She got married at the age of 26 or so and moved out. And she always remained my favorite aunt and she too almost treated me as her own child. We were very close and intimate as I grew up. I used to frequently visit her home and stay over night many times as I grew up. There were times I slept in the same bed with her. She did not have children till late in her marriage. Some time around 4-5 years after her marriage her husband left for a job in USA and she used to live alone at home. Just before this a daughter was born to them. So many times I used to go over to her place to give her company. Since we were very close there were times she used to change her clothes in front of me without any inhibitions and I too used to move around with just shorts in the house. there were also times when she would go for bath and ask me to hand the towel to her when she was done as she had forgotten to take it with her and I have seen her many times just in a petticoat and a bra and sometimes even she just covered in a towel and nothing else. But neither of us felt anything about it, although as a teen-ager I was becoming more and more curious about the female body and also about things pertaining to sex. I never knew what and how it is done and was always curious about how children are born only to married people. 

Her husband used to come once every two or three years to be with her and there were rumours that she was living with another woman in the US . In the circumstances some times she used to be sad and share a little with me though not everything. And like a son I used to comfort her and take care of her.

Once when I was 18, I went over to stay for a couple of days with her. As usual she was alone (her 7 yr old daughter was sent to her grandparents home. It was a warm summer evening. We had our supper early and sat talking for a long time in cool of the evening in the veranda. I was in my shorts and no shirt as it was quite warm and she was in a nighty. After sometime I moved to a divan nearby and she was sitting near my legs as I lied down. As we were talking she began to rub my hairy legs with her hands. This was something we had done many times before but that day I do not know what happened to me - I began to get hard. Her hands were rubbing me below the knees. But something got hold of me and I began to get a hard on. Now I was afraid aunty would be angry with me so I began to turn on to my side in order to hide my discomfort. I do not know at this point if aunty noticed it, but she went on continuing with the same gesture, of course now she had reached my thighs, rubbing me and feeling my hair on the legs. 

Then out of nowhere, I heard her saying, "Sonny you have grown up so fast. I remember you as a baby then a small boy." She began to reminisce. "I used to give bath to you as a baby and also as a small boy till you were almost 10 years old. (That's when she got married and moved out of our home). But now you are such a big boy." 

As I was in an embarrassing situation I was trying to shake her hand of me, but she continued. She began to move her hand more and more above to my thighs and even below the hem of my shorts. 

Then she said, "Sonny, I know you are feeling uncomfortable. Don't worry, I want you to just enjoy. There is nothing to be ashamed about and it is natural." Saying this she moved her hands further up and began to feel my balls. Boy I just could not control myself. I was ram rod hard. She now moved her hands to my dick and began to feel its hardness. On the one hand something was telling me that it was not right, yet I liked what she was doing and my own feelings. I was oozing loads of precumm. Aunty pulled my skin a little down and passed a finger over the head feeling the precum. 

She said," Sonny you are very big." 

And she pulled my shorts down with the other hand. I turned on my back exposing my total hardness to her. She just gazed at it and said, "It has been such a long time I felt anything like this and bent down to kiss my dick."(Her hubby had left almost 5 years ago and had visited only once 2 yrs earlier). Boy! I never thought ladies did kiss the dick too. 

Then the unimaginable happened, she pulled my skin all the way down and bent down and took the tip into her mouth. Nothing in my imagination or fantasies ever matched this. Boy! I was trying to pull it out as I knew I was going to shoot my cumm. She just took it out of my mouth to say, just enjoy. But before she could say I squirted all over her face. I just shrieked in shame and fear, apologising profusely for the dirty act. 

She just smiled and said "Don't worry; I knew you were going to do this". This was totally something out of the blue for me that a lady would even take the cumm in her mouth. 

Then she said to me, with desiring eyes, 

"Sonny, I am going to tell you something. You must not tell this to anyone this must remain a secret between us for all of life. Never ever under any circumstances will you tell this to anyone?" 

I thought she was referring to what has happened and I just nodded my head. I was actually speechless. She asked me to wash and take a leak and come back. 

When I got back she was lying on the divan now with her nighty removed and only in her petticoat and bra with her eyes closed and tears rolling down from the sides and breathing deeply. I just didn't know what the reason was. I sat beside her trying to comfort her and reassure her that I would never tell this to anyone. But she said,' no not that' and kept silent. She wiped her tears away and then looked at me and said, 

"Do you really like me, Sonny? And love me?" 

I said, "Yes, you know it why do you doubt?"

By this time my hand was on her tummy, this was nothing new for us as I had seen her several times in this dress and I had touched her this way many times before. But she held my hand now and moved it over her breasts and asked me to feel them. I was now rubbing her tummy and closer to hear breasts which were covered with the bra still. She slowly moved her hands to her back and unhooked the bra. She asked me to now feel her breasts. As I did the bra slipped off her. This was the first time as a grown up boy I was seeing female breasts. Boy, wow. The chocolate coloured circles and the small tip was so attractive. I was wide eyed and staring. My hands came to a halt to take in the whole view. Of course I was hard again. 

Then aunty said, "Probably you don't know anything or much about what happens between a man and a woman and what is know as sex." 

I nodded my head and said, "I only heard about it but don't know much." But she continued," Do you want to learn?" 

When I nodded then she said, "I will teach you how to please a woman. Most men hardly know this and I want you to be a good lover of your wife when you get married." So saying she pulled herself up and in sitting position she asked me now to suck her tits, as I did she asked me to move my hands all over her front and back feeling her and touching her. 

As I did this she now put her hands into my shorts again and began to fondle me. She began to touch and pull my balls down and pulled my skin down and began to feel the tip. I was ram rod again. 

I was moving my hands all over her back and front and face also feeling her and touching her. She began to moan and kiss my face and lips and all over my face. I did not know by this time about French kissing or even about kissing her back. But she asked me "Are enjoying yourself, Sonny." 

I responded with a grunt. Then I asked her "Are you also enjoying, aunty?" She said yes, "After a long long time." 

Then she got up and untied the knot of her petticoat. I never thought she would do this. I just sat there gawking. She pulled it down in a swift motion and lied down on the bed flat on her back. She had no panty inside. I was almost bewildered. I said "Oh my" she looked at me and asked, "You never saw a lady totally naked?" My mouth was dry now and I just nodded my head. 

Never in my imagination had I thought the female form would be so beautiful in the nude. The dark patch of hair between the legs! My eyes did not leave it for a long time. The fair and smooth, and hairless skin all over! And the dark triangle and the dark circles on the breasts. That first view of the nude female form is indelibly etched in my brain although I had seen several later in that pose. 

She called me to come closer and feel her wherever I wanted. My hands moved almost of their own accord to the dark hairy triangle between her legs. I began to feel the curls of her hair almost combing it down. She closed her eyes and was now almost moaning. I knew she liked it, so I continued to feel the hair. 

She spread her legs a little now and I could see the glistening moisture and a slit hidden in the brush of hair. I was not sure what the moisture was, and had a quizzical look on my face thinking if she had urinated. She understood my confusion and answered, "It is the precumm that comes out of a pussy when a woman is excited just as you have the clear fluid coming out of your cock when you are excited. I nodded in understanding. 

My fingers felt the droplets there and I could smell a musky odour. It was a heady stuff for a 17 year old. But I liked it. I felt it was drawing me closer and closer. I bent down and smelt her, as I did, I suddenly heard her saying, "It is called pussy." I repeated the word slowly 'pussy', feeling it and liking it. 

She said to me now, "Actually most men would love to lick there and most women would love it too. One of the best ways to please a woman is to know how to give her a good lick of her pussy." I nodded my head almost delirious and numb allowing her words to sink in. But she said, "It's not now for you. This is your first time and there is a lot of time to learn all those things." But I bent in and kissed her pussy hair. 

Then she said, "Why don't you take off your shorts and come over me". 

I slipped my shorts down and climbed on the bed. She said, "Come between my legs" and spread her legs further. Wow, I could now see the lips of the pussy opening and the pinkish, velvety opening. 

She said again, "Since this is your first time I want you to get done with the actual job all other things we shall leave for later." 

She now asked me to place my cock near her opening. I obeyed. She reached down and pulled my skin completely back and placed it between her lips and holding it there she asked me to push in. I did. Wow. It just slipped in to the feel of lot of slimy wetness inside. 

She now adjusted herself and placed her legs around my waist and said now, "Sonny fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep." 

Then she explained, "Have you seen the dogs do" I said "uhuh". "Do it the same way. Pump in and out." 

I began slowly and hesitantly but as I got the feel of it and also the rubbing of her pussy walls on my cock head I could no longer hold it steady. I began to pump in and out. She was groaning now. Tightening the grip of her legs around me, pulling my head to her breasts and asking me to suck them and bite them now. She was now gurgling and I told her, 

"Aunty it is coming. Coming. Do you want me to take out!!??" 

She almost shouted, "Noooooo" and tightened her grip around me and said, "Spill it inside my cunt, baby." 

I had heard some of my friends using that word and I knew it was not a good word and I was shocked to hear it from my aunt's mouth. I do not know if it was the shock of hearing that word from my aunt's mouth or the severe rubbing or the firm gripping of her naked thighs and the feel of the breasts pressing against my chest or the smells or the sounds my dick was making as it went in and out of her tunnel or the sounds that aunty was making, my dick started spasming inside her pussy. And I could feel the warmth and the twitching of both my cock muscles and her cunt muscles. I squirted shot after shot of my cumm into her tunnel, grunting and almost with an uncontrolled chuckle or a laugh and falling over her. 

She held me tight now almost crushing me in her embrace and the grip of the legs. For almost 5-8 minutes we remained this way, my cock becoming more and more flaccid and falling out of her. Then she slowly loosened her grip and I rolled off her onto the side. Both of us remained silent for a long time. A little later I looked at her to see if she was sleeping. But, no she had her eyes closed and tears rolling down her cheeks again. I was not sure why she would cry. But I wiped the tears with my shaking hands and said, "It's Ok, aunty. I liked it. Don't cry." She just took my hands and kissed them and turned to me and kissed me on my cheeks. I raised myself and kissed her several times on her cheeks and eyes, and then we held each other and remained that way for a long time.



My First with My Aunt's Boyfriend



It was a typical summer day in upstate. I was over my aunt's house mowing the lawn. No one was home, so it was the perfect opportunity to take a nice long break from the hot summer sun. I finished the lawn in good time and decided to jump in the pool to cool off. After a short swim, I lathered my entire body with tanning oil and sat on the deck while enjoying a cold glass of ice tea. After a good hour of sunbathing, I grabbed my towel and headed down the wooden deck to the house. I stood at the sliding glass doors with my towel around me and took my dripping wet bathing suit off before entering the house, careful not to drip on her new carpet. I walked thru the doors and into the kitchen to pour another glass of tea before going to the restroom to change and head home. After getting a glass of tea I headed into the living room. To my surprise, I was not alone.

"Hey, Baby." A voice proclaimed in a loud, startling voice.

Startled, I jumped and the towel around my waist dropped to the floor, exposing my naked, 18 year old body.

It was Bruce, my Aunt's boyfriend of 10 years in the living room, watching golf on the living room couch.

"Oh, hey Bruce. You scared the shit out of me! I didn't think anyone was going to be home." 

Laughing, he responded, "Well, nobody is. I just got back from the shop. It's too hot to do anything today."

Nodding my head in embarrassment over dropping my towel and standing naked before him, I put my cup of tea down and bent over to pick up my towel.

I could feel a hot stare checking me out as I bent down to pick up my towel.

"You are looking good, boy. Have you been working out this summer?"

Wrapping the towel back around my body, I responded. "..Yeah. Here and there. I've been running a lot for soccer in the fall."

"I can tell. Take that towel off again, I want to look at your body."

It was no surprise to me that Bruce and I had some kind of chemistry. There were many times when I had caught him checking me out at my aunt's over dinner, or during holiday "get togethers." Nothing had ever happened though since we never spent time alone with each other. Until now.

I accepted his offer, exposing my young body to him again as he smiled.

"I want you to come over here." He said as he firmly grabbed my wrist and pulled me close.

I am not going to lie, I had started to develop a few sexual feelings for Bruce over the years. For months I had fantasies about being with a dominant guy and had even gone as far as some gentle anal experimentation to go with my fantasies. I had readily enjoyed the anal experience and was curious to find out more.

"That's it. Come over here and stand in front of me. You look a little red."

As I moved closer, Bruce grabbed a bottle of aloe lotion from the coffee table. He rubbed his lotion covered hands up and down my hairy chest and around my sides, massaging down my back. His touch felt so good, so masculine, so strong. The cold lotion felt amazing on my warm skin. His hands then went around my waist and down over the smooth cheeks of my 18 year old ass. I could not help but moan willingly in his firm embrace of my firm buttcheeks as my cock stood at attention. Bruce pulled my body even closer to him now. My penis stood at face level to him on the couch. 

"They're not coming back for an hour or so and I want to play around with you."

Bruce opened his mouth and took my little 5" cock into his warm mouth holding my ass firmly and spreading and massaging my cheeks with his silky, lotion covered hands.

With my little penis in his mouth, he spread my cheeks wider and gently began to probe my tight, virgin anus with his large finger. There was a great amount of pressure and tightness as he probed. He was very careful and tender as he teased my hole with the tip before sliding his entire finger inside my hot wanting ass. I could not believe that this was happening, but it felt great! With my entire cock in his mouth, I began to grind on his finger and it probed even deeper now inside me. It felt so good taking it deep into my loosened anus.

After a couple minutes, I pulled back and couldn't help but masterbate in front of him. Like an exhibitionist, I stroked my little cock for him and could see the buldge in his shorts getting larger and larger as I teased.

"I've got a nice big present for you."

"I can see that," I said, as get dropped to my knees in front of him on the couch.

I knelt down between his hairy thighs and began to loosen his belt. I grabbed the zipper while looking him straight in the eye and unzipped his shorts. Above his boxers I rubbed the giant buldge before me as his dick grew harder at my touch. Within seconds, the long, hard cock popped out of the hole in the boxer shorts to my surprise. By this time, Bruce was fully erect, a thick 8 inches.

I put my head in his lap gently and began to lick the head of his perfect cock. I spit on his cock and start jerking him off tenderly as he was enjoying himself. I wanted to suck on the head of his penis like a lollipop, getting it nice and wet with precum. His precum tasted so good and mildly spicy. I then started to jerk him off slowly. With the shaft up, I started lick his balls as I stroked him. I took his large testicle in my mouth and sucked on it gently. I then began to lick his veiny shaft up and down, covering it with my saliva. Finally, I made my way up to his big mushroom head and took it slowly into my mouth.

Deeper

And deeper.

....and deeper

Inch by long inch

I took him all the way in and gagged with his huge cock down the inside of my throat.

Within minutes, I was deep-throating him. There were a few times that I even gagged on his big cock. I gagged and gagged until I could barely breathe. My throat tightened on Bruce's cock further exciting him as he was now face fucking me on the couch.

He grabbed my head and was forcing himself deeper into my mouth.

"That's it. That's it baby. Choke on my big cock. All the way down, boy."

His precum now dripping down my lips, dripped onto my chin, and down my neck onto my chest. My lips glistening with his hot precum.

I was ready to fuck.

After a few minutes of giving my first blow-job, I turned around and slowly bent over before him to show him my goodies. I rubbed my chest, pinched my nipples and ran my hands down my body and thighs. I bent over and touched my ankles exposing my tight, virgin ass to him. He told me that he wanted "to fuck my hole until I cum." Of course, I was ready to take him.

"....Like this?," I said as I looked back at him with a naughty smirk and stuck my finger in my ass.

"Oh, Yes!" Bruce proclaimed as he stared jerking off. His cock was so wet with precum now.

Bruce leaned forward on the couch and started licking my ass. He licked me sensually with nice long strokes before burying his face between my cheeks. He then buried his tongue in deep into my ass, probing my anus as I squirmed. His spit lubed my hole. Again, a little pressure as the tongue entered inside. Bruce gently replaced his tongue with his large two fingers and started to finger fuck my tight ass while he masterbated on the couch. Before long, I was grinding on his large fingers again with greater thrust. I thrust my body and hips back against his probing fingers deep inside me. I thrust back closer to him on the couch, feeling like I was going to EXPLODE as his fingers probed my prostate.

Bruce spit on his hand and lubed his cock with the fluid. I was ready to take my first real cock! I stood between his hairy thighs. Bruce spit on my lower back and the moist saliva drooled down my back and between my cheeks, finding the right spot. I sat down slowly on his lap. I could feel his big tool underneath me. Standing over my love tool, I teased his cock from above with my tight little pink asshole.

"You will need to be gently at first. This is my first time." I said.

I sat down on his well-lubed penis slowly. I figured the best way to get used to such a large member would be to go down on the head of his penis first and let it slip inside me.

I took it in, just the head, and it popped into the inner rings of my sphincter. Bruce pulled my body down on top of him and his veiny cock went all the way in my lubed ass to the balls. The pressure was so great and I moaned heavily in anticipation. His big hard dick hurt inside me as it went in inch by slow inch until I took all of it in my ass. 

The muscles in my anus loosened quickly around his huge member and it felt amazing!

I rode him like a steed. Bruce took control of me as his lover, forcing me to my limits, guiding my body up and down on his dick. The cock went deeper and inside my anus. He was massaging my prostate from the inside. The fine scent of feces and semen lingered in the air as the brown precum dripped from my asshole onto his pelvis. Bruce fucked me harder and deeper as I gingerly slid up and down on his wet shaft. 

"Ugh, yeah. How does it feel?"

"Oh God....it feels so GOOD!"

After what seemed like a half hour of hardcore bareback with me in his lap, I got up and faced him. I sank on the couch face to face with Bruce and kissed his lips. Our tongues met as I grabbed his cock from behind my back and placed his cock back inside my wanting ass, plunging it in nice and deep. Once again I was grinding on his hard dick, probing my prostate. Up and down I went again bouncing on his big stick, grinding on him like a woman about to reach orgasm. His throbbing cock filled with cum up to the head of his penis. I was ready to take his cum. 

"I want you to cum inside me!" I exclaimed.

"I'm going to cum!"

With great fervor, Bruce grabbed my ass in the palms of his hand and forcing me up and down on his cock. When he came deep inside me, it was like a giant rush of water being thrust into my anus. I could hear the cum squirting and could feel the explosion deep within. Soon the cum was dripping out my ass and down my thighs as I rode him to completion. I jerked off while I was riding him and had shot a hot load of cum on his chest. 

Once he was finished, I stood up and pull his cock out of my ass. Bruce's head popped out and I licked my cum off his hairy chest.

I crawled up on all fours next to him on the couch so that I could suck his cock deep in my mouth. Bruce's cock was now covered in our bodily fluids. I licked the brown semen clean from the head of his cock down to his shaft, enjoying the tart taste in my mouth and swallowing wildly. With my naked ass in the air, I deep-throated him again as he thrust three fingers my ass this time. I was jacking off as I continued to clean his cock with my tongue as he got hard once again. Bruce was moaning in delight. I could tell that he was ready to cum again. 

"Get up and lean over the armrest. I want to fuck you from behind." 

I got up and Bruce bent me over the armrest of the couch. My anus was still lubed and ready as I position myself for total submission. Bruce positioned himself behind me on the couch in between my legs, ready to dominate his dirty little slave boy. Bruce entered me slowly from behind and laid a nice hard slap on my right ass cheek. 

"That's it. Spank my hot ass, Bruce, spank it harder!"

And Bruce continued to spank me as his cock slid in again deeper and deeper. He grabbed my hips as I took in all of him in and out, in and out. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass now as he spanked me again harder. He rode me again as he fucked me hard doggie style. By now, I was pre-cumming on the couch. Bruce pulled my head back by the hair and then he EXPLODED inside me again. My anus was filled with his cum and we made a huge mess. The cum was seeping out of my asshole and down my thighs onto the couch. I kept fucking him until he could not cum anymore. 

Bruce pulled it out and I laid on my back to position myself underneath him as he stroked his cock. Bruce was an animal. I took the big penis into my mouth like a pussy and he continued to fuck my mouth until he pulled out and came on my face. His man juice was hot and gooey. It covered my mouth, lips and face. And I drank it all down my throat.

"Get up, let's go to the bedroom." Bruce said.

I got up and led him to my aunt's room with his cock in my hand. 

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Lie down on the edge of the bed."

So I did. Bruce stepped in between my parted legs and lifted them up to his shoulders, exposing my dripping cum hole. I could not believe that he was still hard until I saw the bottle of Cialis pills on the bedside table. He grabbed the bottle of KY Jelly that sat next to the Cialis on the table and prepared himself again. The KY felt so good, and, boy, I was going to need it! Bruce lifted my hips off the bed and entered me for the third time. Somehow, he was able to fuck me deeper and harder in this new position. By now there was no pain and I was able to enjoy the best fucking he could give. We tried three or four more positions on the bed. I rode him with me on top, me on my side, reverse cowboy, 69, etc. I came another two times and him three. 

He came on his third just before my aunt got home. As she hit the garage door, Bruce pulled out and kissed me passionately. He put on a pair of boxers from the dresser and I wrapped a towel around me again before my aunt at the front door. 

She had no idea.

It was an amazing first that I will never forget!

Every now and then Bruce and I get together for a long session. I meet him sometimes at my aunt's or my parents when they are not home. I will meet him at his auction shop or hotel room on the weekends and we roleplay and play out different fantasies. He is a great lover and I always keep cumming back for more!



My First With Tyler



A/N:Thanks for reading. This is the first of many stories about my life working in the retail tuxedo business and the amazing sex that comes with sexy men in suits. 

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It was in the process of evening closing that Tyler made a move on me. I just finished the register count and was packing my things when he came around and wrapped his arms around my side and front.

"You promised me a dance and I have yet to receive it." He whispered in my ear. His sweet lips where on my neck.

"Well some one is normally trashed by the time I get my dancing feet on." I stood still trapped in his arms.

"Tonight in the club, you are dancing with me." He kissed my neck again, now nibbling.

This was my coworker, and the guy I replaced in management. The same guy I had to prove I was better than, more responsible and mature. This was the same guy that the school girl in me had the hots for.

She won this round.

I gasped at his nibbles and leaned back ageist him. "we are going to miss the show if we stay here to long." His other arm moved around me, pulling closer. He kissed my neck more.

"I like the show here better." He pressed closer and looked down my shirt. "Promise me," he whispered sincerely and softly, "Promise me that if you have to pour me into the car tonight that instead of the bed you will lay me on the couch. You deserve to sleep in a bed." He nuzzled gently behind my ear.

"Tyler. Let. Go." I spoke slowly, drugged by this blonde's effect on me. I turned in his arms to face him, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. "Off." And he listened, slowly removing his hands from my back, over my sides and hips.

I returned to gathering my work and went back to cleaning. When he stated vacuuming I felt more relaxed. As I signed my names and codes on the final envelope that he handed me my bag. I switched tops right in front of him, as he did for me. A stretchy black tank top slipped over my shoulders and stuck to my breasts and hips. Tyler had a red button down shirt half removed as I turned around. His tanned skin gleaming in the low lights in the back room. He slipped a white undershirt over those amazing abs, wash bored stomach, and bony hips. He slipped a skin tight undershirt over it next, leaving it open. I pulled my hair out of the bun I normally wore it in and shock it out. After a few shakes and head bangs I left my hair alone.

He pulled his car up, taking his time as I locked the doors.

"I'm driving to.." He spoke as I sat next to him, his car happened to be a classic dark blue firebird. We pulled out the top T-bird windows. As we drove he put his arm around me. We blared the music, drove a hot car and I leaned into him enjoying the cool night.

When we arrived I found my group and got myself a beer. My beloved Aeryn, a transgender friend, was the first to say something.

"Tyler keeps looking at you." Aeryn wrapped my arms around hir waist and I kissed and nuzzled into hir warm chest.

"Lets give him something to look at." I ran my fingers over hir warm sides and back. Another of our group, Brandyn, came to us. He nodded towards Tyler down the bar downing another shot. We all sighed and Brandyn joined the cuddle fest. My hand slipped up Aeryn's shirt, running my nails over hir back. S/he gasped and nibbled on my ear.

And then the song came on. An older song from my youth, Tyler looked up at me among the warm bodies among my friends. He rose from his seat never taking his eyes off of me, then he took my hand. Slowly I dug myself from the warmth, rubbing all along Aeryn. Tyler backed me out on the dance floor and I let the beat take me away. Tyler matched my movements moving closer to me at every beat. His hands found my hips and I danced around his perfect body. Soon we were inches apart, his hands uniting our bodies, sweat poring and mixing together, our cloths sticking to our bodies. I lost myself to his hands roaming my hips and back, but most of all I lost ,myself to his blue eyes.

We danced for a few songs till he motioned for a drink. Brandyn took his place on the floor with me. With him I let out my inner slut dancing, bumping and grinding with him. Sometimes he would let a boy dance between us. I love my gay friend.

Soon the techno started pumping and beloved Aeryn started dancing with me. The smell of hir skin was intoxicating as we danced, as was the feel of hir soft flesh on the chest, bony hips, and the long legs. We pressed closer and my head nuzzled into hir neck. Hir mouth found my ear. We danced and rubbed ageist one another for awhile, then we kissed again, like most club nights. After a few long kisses I motioned for a drink. We lead each other off the floor wrapped in each other.

I had another beer, Tyler and Brandyn smoked, and Aeryn labeled the gay and straight guys at the club. Each of us split for awhile, I hit the floor again, done drinking for the night.

Random guys would pull me to them and I danced with them, enjoying the mood. Tyler found me and pulled me closer than any of the other guys, my back ageist his fine abs, his arms around my waist. We changed positions multiple times likes killed lovers. Finally he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to him, as I arched back he sank his lips and mouth into my shoulder, his hands held my breast while his other pinned my waist. I cried out as he bit along my neck, then my check, and finally he kissed my lips with such force. I could taste the amount of alcohol he had consumed, but I kissed him back putting the months of frustration he had caused me, the wetness he caused in my body. As he needed the kiss I turned and started another. But then I herd the bile rise, tasted a hint, I yanked him to the men's room. I could hear him and chuckled.

"Guys," I came up to my friends. "He's made goal four for fourth time in a row this week." Aeryn kissed me again and Brandyn hugged. Tyler stumbled out to use, paid the tab for all of us, and we left. I drove with the top down through a thick misty rain. Tyler was trashed as ever, singing off key, making me pull over, but I got us to his apartment safe. I didn't bother calling my room mates to keep the lights on, it was 2 am, they gave up at one I'm sure. I laid Tyler down on the bed and he started screaming.

"NO!' He pulled me hard beside him on the bed. "You are not sleeping on my couch." He angrily me ageist him.

"I am not sleeping with you!" I passed off of him.

"then help me find the couch." I dragged him across the studio apartment to his couch. He curled under the blanket and sniffed the pillow. "Smells like you, it's because you are here so much." he mumbled as he closed his eyes.

I kissed his forehead and whispered in his ear softly "Sleep". I went to the bed and curled up under the blankets, my head resting on his pillows. I snagged and found myself happy that they smelled like Tyler, it felt as if wrapped up in arms.

I awoke to the sound of running water. Rolling over I saw the bathroom light through the cracks of the door. I rolled back over to look at the clock, 4 Am, I had two hours of nice sleep. The door opened and I looked over to see Tyler emerging in just a towel.

"Your awake, are you sober?" I asked as he neared me. He smiled devilishly and knelt at the edge of the bed. "I'm still sleepy.." The towel was slipping off.

"Then roll back over and sleep." He curled up beside me, resting his arm over me. "I'm sleepy too." I closed my eyes and didn't move at all. Tyler snuggled up-close, wrapping the blanket around us. I drifted off again into a warm sleep as Tyler caressed my sides.

I awoke some time later with Tyler fast asleep beside me. It was half asleep and rolled over to cuddle him more. Kissing my forehead he held me close. He smelled so good and I lay there drowning in his sent.

"I fell icky.." I nuzzled him. "I'm going to borrow the shower." He kissed me softly and let go of me.

I took a warm shower and cleaned my teeth. I had a bag of toiletries there because this crashing over this was normal, sharing his bed wasn't. As I exited the bathroom he was awake, the towel wrapped around his hips again. I was also had a towel wrapped around my body, tightly wrapped at the chest and fell to my upper thigh.

"Feel better?" He asked walking towards me. His blue eyes taking in every inch of my damp body. I stepped back as he stalked closer, but I backed into a wall now. Slowly he pressed his body ageist mine, closer than when we were dancing.

"Tyler we.." I begin, but his fingers stopped my words.

"I got a job at South Park. I we won't be working together much anymore." He raised my chin and face up and kissed me. Surprisingly it was a soft kiss. He pressed me gently ageist the wall, making the kiss last as long as possible. When I thought I was dead he ended it, but before I could say a word he hushed me and kissed my neck. All I could do was gasp. I slowly put my arms ageist his neck and he pushed me up ageist the wall. Then he let me down gently and kissed me again. I returned the kiss this time, pressing my body along his. When the kiss stopped he pressed me ageist the wall again and let my towel drop to the floor. My hands moved his. Together we stood naked.

"Damn.." We said in unison. With a laugh we threw ourselves at each other, kissing and grabbing. We made it to the bed lying side by side, hands finding places to touch that made each other gasp. We rolled around awhile till he pinned me down. We looked at one another and saw the same look in each others eyes. We kissed and fire works seemed to be going off in each other heads. Still kissing he reached under the bed and pulled out a foil wrapped condom.

"Yes?" he asked with a playful smirk.

:Yes!" I answered kissing him with a peck. He wrapped himself and loomed over me. I went to help but he shock his head.

"You get to relax this round. Next time we ill have even more fun." without even trying he found me and filled me. It felt wonderful to be filled by him, he started slow, pushing and sliding into me. Then he pushed to the end of me, grunting he pushed harder, leaving me gasping. He raised me a bit by my hips and pumped in and out. His long torso flexed all the way down into me roughly. I let myself be a slave to him as I felt an incredible warmth spread through my body. And then I felt the energy at the bottom of my spine as he pierced it rapidly. Both our eyes grew wide and he fell down to me, kissing me deeply as our desires exploded into a fire of rubbing, slamming and fucking. We screamed and moaned each others names, till he bit my neck. We both came with a scream.

As the last flicker of my orgasm started, the deep tingling pulsated and Tyler moaned my name.

"Alexis," he breathed as his body was still wrapped around mine. "Damn this is new.."

"It's called a full body orgasm." I whispered in his ear. "Enjoy it for awhile, I'm ready for round two soon." And I nibbled. He squirmed and moaned, I gasped. Our bodies rocking gently ageist one another, Kissing my neck he pulled out.

"I dig you, incase you haven't noticed." He nuzzled my neck softly. "And I'd like this to be a regular thing." I smiled at him. "The Sleeping with you, not the drunk throwing up thing."

"yeah, I'll think about it." I giggled. I rolled over and kissed his spine and neck. "Let's sleep. I open in 4 hours." He pulled me close with a smile. Then kissed me sweetly. We fell asleep curled up in a single ball.

At 9:30 Am I was at the store. We had sex several more times that morning. Both putting our skills to good use. It was fun! I opened, recovering my screw ups caused by Tyler's distraction. My customers came and fluted with me, I returned their laughs and playful touches.

At 11 my boss came in.

"So did he tell you?" He asked with a smirk.

"Yeah he mumbled it in his sleep." He started laughing and wouldn't tell me why. I spent most of the rest of the day like normal, maybe a little extra pip in my step. maybe a little more fluting with my customers. By mid day my assistant boss came in. He looked at our boss with a smile.

"Tyler tell you yet?"

"No, he mumbled it in his sleep." I was hoping that we were talking about his transfer to the other store. Both my bosses smiled at each other.

Around 7 pm Tyler greeted me as I was clocking out. I was tired and didn't want to hit day 5 of clubbing. "Hi." I looked at him confused on how I should greet him.

"Hey." He answered wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close.

"So he did tell you." Boss asked. Tyler kissed my check softly.

"I did tell her." He smiled and held me close now, laying a kiss on my forehead.

"Guys! Greg and David would have us all fired!" I tried to pull away. "I am exhausted, their will be no clubbing tonight. No five for five." Tyler let me go chucking.

"Hurry up and clock out so I can kiss you." I leaned away and hit the clock out button, Then Tyler pulled me close again, wrapped all around me again, a second skin of sorts. We kissed in front of our bosses, a soft sensual meeting of lips.

"About time!" Our assistant manger clapped his hands on our shoulders. "For a year we've herd Alexis go on and on, and ever since you returned Tyler we've seen your looks."

"No clubbing, dinner, just you and me." Tyler hugged me. 

"I don't have to open, you do tomorrow. Bar and you are so being the sober one tonight."

As we left our bosses laughed at us. Maybe this was a one time relationship, but I don't care. I deserve a little fun, right?