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One Woman Too Many Ch. 01

By: inSanitylane



My special thanks to hkf999 for editing the story.

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I had a dilemma. I had two women. My wife, Sally, that I didn't want to hurt for anything in the world and a sexy nympho neighbor, that wouldn't take "no" for an answer. 

But I know what your thinking. "Hey man, you've got it made. Two women and the wife doesn't know. You're the man!" Right? Wrong. But you have to know me and how I got here to understand. Then, you could at least be free to judge. For you see, cheating is a nasty business. You only cheat yourself. There are no winners.

You see, I really am not that kind of guy. I am a one woman man...honest. I never was a suave stud who could get girls on a whim. I saw plenty of those men around all my life and even envied their ability to attract the ladies, at times. 

Rather, I have always been shy and introverted. I thanked God, as I found a woman to love me back, when I was in my twenties. She was just beautiful and sweet and we were soon married. We got along, so well. We decided no kids, early on and that was fine. Our life was simple, but good. Our sex was great, if not plain, and even though it was now down to only once a week or so, I was ok. Really. Today, that's probably the only thing that's kept me from sexual exhaustion, kidney failure or something. That, and a few extra pills to help from time to time. Hey, I'm not a machine.

Many times, what I should have done is fallen down on my knees and said, "Honey, I'm soooo sorry. Please forgive me! I'm screwing the young nympho, next door." I just couldn't work up the courage. I couldn't break her heart. Logic told me, "Do it now and end this. Maybe she will forgive you." That and maybe a million tears for a start. But, I didn't. I just couldn't.

Confused? You should be. It's a mess. I'll try to bring you up to date. Stay with me. This isn't easy. I will try to be as honest as I can.

Looking Back:

About four years ago or so, a woman moved into a house down the block. Well, close enough that I could see her house from mine. Her name was Candi Deetry. I thought she was about ten or fifteen years my junior, at the time. I couldn't nail her down on that. You know how women are.

Most of the married women in the neighborhood instantly had her on their, "She's just after my man," radar. Sally, my wife, agreed. Like most wives she would ask those uncomfortable questions. You know the ones, right? She'd ask, "Did you see her? She's pretty, isn't she? I'll bet you wish I looked like her." Questions designed to evoke an emotional response. Trust me, there's almost no good answer. You can't say, "Oh yes, baby" or the like. You could, I suppose say, "Honey, are you jealous?" That would not answer the question. Anyway, you think quick and say anything to satisfy her inquiry, enough to keep you from living on the sofa. Sally made her position very plain to me in her subtle way. Once she said something like, "I better not catch you mowing her grass either, Tom, honey!" I knew what she meant. That should have been the end of it. 

The honest answer is "Candi is HOT!" She takes your breath away. She makes you feel like a lustful teenager. Your heart races and your manhood tries to but into your business. I never told Sally that.

Candi and I got along fine from the start. She worked at a business that was close by me and we often went to lunch together. I would pass right by her place of work as I walked to lunch. 

Soon she was always waiting to walk with me. We would sit at the same table. She would laugh at my sorry jokes. She would straighten my tie. You would think we were married. Perhaps I should have stopped it then, but I couldn't. What would I tell her, "Look, my wife hates you and I can't see you anymore?" After all, she had only made me feel wonderful; and, I really didn't think there was a problem. Maybe that's just what I wanted to believe. Anyway, she would even talk about her boyfriends and ask my advice, while I would tell her about Sally. Yes, I felt safe; and, I enjoyed the lunches.

Ok! You guessed it. We kept getting closer. I should have stopped.

Sometimes she would want me to see a photo or something and she would sit right next to me. I would try to look quickly, but my gaze went right down her cleavage. Her perfume was no help either. Her soft, sweet, and very seductive voice nearly put me in a trance. I'm ashamed to say, my cock got hard for her more than once. I knew I shouldn't have put myself in that position. "That shouldn't happen," I thought, "I'm married." I tried to cover the erection, but never quickly enough. She'd just smile and look at me with those b-e-a-u-tiful eyes.

It got worse. You see, I always got home before my wife by about an hour or hour and a half. Candi started calling me in the afternoons. I had to erase the numbers for Sally's sake. Candi would say, "Tom, I'm having trouble with 'this' or 'that'. Could you please come look." And I did. I tried to look professional as I went to her house, but in hindsight, how do you do that? Neighbors are notoriously nosy.

By the way, I eventually found out that Candi was only seven years younger than me. Just thought you should know.

One day, not long after that, Sally came home early as I was coming back from Candi's.

"Just what the Hell do you think your doing with that whore, mister?" Her voice was loud and clear.

"Whore? Oh Candi. Well I was just trying to help her fix…"

"Your kidding, right?" She laughed condescendingly. "That whore's got every young man in the city to help her!" She was fuming. "Are you sleeping with her, Tom? Because if you are…" I was shaking my head no.

"No dear! No, she's just a neighbor. I'm too old for her. I would never do that!" Would I? 

"Tom," she said trying to calm down. "Everybody in the neighborhood has seen you go there repeatedly. They think your having an affair! I had to come home early to see for myself."

"There's no affair. No! I'm sorry honey. I didn't realize. I'm so sorry. I didn't know. It wasn't that way at all!"

"It better not be." She looked at me for a while and asked, "Tom, do you love me? Am I attractive enough? Are you happy here with me?"

"Of course darling! You're my life. I LOVE YOU!" I was pleading. "You know that, right? Right, honey?"

The air was deathly quiet.

"We'll" She paused, looking at me, but not directly. "Then…Let's get dinner started." 

She wasn't happy. I think she gave me the benefit of the doubt. If the situation was reversed, I don't know that I could have done the same. But then that's Sally. They just don't make them like her. She deserves better than me.

We started preparing dinner. While doing so, Sally wanted clarity. She seemed to be warming up to me a bit.

"How did you meet her, anyway? Candi, is it?"

"She works down the street from me and we sometimes bump into each other at lunch. She's got lots of boyfriend and boyfriend problems and talks a mile a minute." I was somewhat honest, but was trying to defuse the mess.

"Do you see her a lot?"

"No." I lied. "But she did start to tell me of her household problems and asked for my help. I tell you, I think her house is going to fall apart." I grinned.

She growled low. She wasn't amused. 

"Don't you think her young studs should do that for her? Don't you have enough to do around here, huh?"

"You're right, dear." I kissed her on the cheek. "You're right." 

We ate dinner. I wasn't off the hook, but I was still alive. I had lied and I'm not proud of it, but it seemed to satisfy her. The truth would have killed me and broken her heart. There is no way she would have believed I wasn't sleeping with her. This needed to be resolved, but how? I couldn't see it.

I stumbled over myself that night doing everything I could to reassure her. Later when I was watching TV, she walked up behind me and put a blanket and pillow on the sofa. She spoke with a deliberate pleading in her voice. 

"Please, think about us tonight, Tom. I'm going to bed." 

That was a restless night. I was afraid I was headed for serious trouble. It scared me; and, the next day I talked to Candi.

"Candi, uh…my wife…uh"

"Yes, sweety." She moved to sit beside me and gave me her very arousing attention.

"My wife was furious with me for going to your house in the afternoons. I don't know if we should still keep seeing each other… I mean at lunch and all." I was hoping she would see the situation and agree.

"WHAT?" She looked a little angry and thrown off balance. 

"Nosy neighbors should mind their own business," she grumbled through her teeth. 

She then looked back into my eyes and put her arms around my neck. I thought, "Hey, this is going better than I hoped." 

"Well we can't have that, can we?" She continued and I warily smiled.

"No. I thought that if…"

"Here's what we'll do, honey." 

Then she kissed me with a sensual and long, mind blowing kiss. I'm telling you, that kiss was a million dollar kiss. Clearly, she had crossed the line here. The line. The line? Well, somehow she made any line so blurry to me.

She sat there and told me how I could still get to her house, following a route from the behind our houses, and nobody would know. At least that's what she said, while emphasizing specific points with another kiss. In the end, I agreed. 

"Yes, but can't your boyfriends do it?"

"No, silly. I don't think they know how." 

She laughed and I joined her. I did love Sally.. honest , but Candi had become my drug and I was needing a fix more and more.

Things at home settled though; and, Sally and I were doing our thing. We went to dinners, movies, and spent quality family time. Our sex was just fine and I was as happy as I could be, for a man who effectively had two women. No sex with Candi, but still.. I felt pretty good about not going further with her. She's just a good friend, right? I mean, I knew something wasn't right and I didn't like sneaking around on Sally. More and more that feeling in my stomach was getting worse and it wasn't burnt casserole. It was guilt.

And before you ask, no, Sally was not dumb. You're saying, "But didn't she smell Candi's perfume on you?" Yeah, probably. But I work in an office filled with sweet smelling ladies. Well, at least enough of them. I usually come home with smells on me and Sally trusted me. She had no reason… well, she trusted me. 

The Funeral:

More time passed and Candi's plan seemed to be working. Then, one day at lunch, I noticed that Candi was depressed. A relative of hers had passed away and she wanted me to go with her to the funeral. I tried to get out of it but she begged with tears, while holding me for dear life. I told her I'd see what I could do, but couldn't make any promises. My heart was broken for her. I did not like to see her that way. She was made for a smile.

When Sally got home, I helped her with dinner and chores. I tried to make things as pleasant as I could for her and she seemed grateful. But I couldn't get my mind off of Candi.

"Is something bothering you, dear?"

"Well...yeah. Someone at work died…and...I really feel like I should go support the family tomorrow."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Anyone I know?"

"No, honey. Just a close friend."

"Maybe you should, then. Will it be close by?"

"A few hours or so, but I better be ready in case I need to spend the night."

"Ok, sweety. Do what you need. Just call me."

"Thanks honey. Did anyone ever tell you that you were so sweet?"

"Not lately."

"Well you are. I am so lucky to have you." 

I kissed her passionately. We made love that night. I know. I know. I was being a heel, but I really loved her. I just wouldn't break her heart. She could never know!

The next day, I left work early and took Candi to the funeral. She was dressed even more lovely than usual... Sexy, really. I didn't really think it was funeral appropriate, but that's just Candi. 

I was happy to escort her around. I got strange looks from her relatives, but she was proud and doting over me. She'd smile and introduce me as her "friend," sometimes with a wink. They would sometimes politely laugh and shake my hand, but I got over it.

On the way home, she was tearful and laid her head in my lap. After a while she sat up urgently and told me to stop the car. I pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant and she ran to the restroom. When she came out she had freshened up. 

We took a table and ate dinner. We chatted and joked a while. I could see she was feeling better. She sat very close though. Almost in my lap and always touching me. I paid the ticket and we walked toward the car.

It was getting late, so I called Sally and told her I had to spend the night. We talked for a moment about the funeral and said goodnight.

"I know what'll cheer me up," she said while holding one finger in her mouth and giving me a very naughty look.

She was pulling me by the hand and looked across the street. There it was...a club, and it was hopping.

"Wait a minute, Candi…"

"Please!"

"I can't…we shouldn't…"

"Please! Please!" 

She kept on and on while looking so pitiful. She had me wrapped around her finger.

"We really shouldn't…" 

My final attempt at reason was shushed with one of her award winning kisses. By now we were at the door. I paid the man and we entered the club.

We went to the bar. I don't usually drink but decided I would nurse one or two only. I had to drive, you know. She, on the other hand could lay into them. She was happy and so was I.

She got hit on a lot and did accept a few dances from young studs. I got a lot of, "Your lady sure is fine!" I even heard a few, "What does she see in him?" But I didn't care. I was happy and knew her eyes were for me. Go figure. She was dancing with them, but for my benefit. How do I know? She was always looking my way, making sure I was watching. Sometimes, I could tell it frustrated her partner. I knew we couldn't stay here too long. You don't tease drunks and I couldn't fend off everyone.

She came to the bar, drank a couple, and dragged me out to the floor. I was really not a dancer. Sally and I never went to these places and with good reason. But here I was.

"Candi, I can't dance…"

"Ah come on, darling. I want to dance with my man."

"But I CAN'T DANCE, really."

"Ahhh. Sweety!"

"I'll just embarrass you…"

"Shhhh. You don't have to prove anything, sugar. Just sway to the music and hold me. I won't break."

I did just that. I even got brave and twirled her a time or two. Either the alcohol was effecting my judgement or I was better than I thought.

"Man, who is she," I thought. 

She had a way of making me feel so special. I was lost in her love. This was Candi's world and I was glad to be there. We swayed and held each other. I didn't care if we looked like love sick idiots or not. We kissed passionately. I was holding her so close. I had gently put my hand on her ass and my cock was massaging the soft folds of her mound. It was delirium and if we had been in a private room, I would have taken her right then. However, I really didn't want to cum in my pants.

I broke the embrace and it wasn't easy. The music stopped. She finally let me lead her off the floor.

I told her we had to go and we did. I drove her home and parked in her garage.

Birth Of An Affair:

She was euphoric as I unlocked her door, leading her into the house. She spoke softly while walking away. 

"Start the fire, handsome." 

I did just that. It wasn't real logs though. It was gas, but still had a nice effect. 

When I stood and turned around she was there with some wine or something. 

"Clink." The glasses met and so did our eyes. We gulped them down and set the glasses aside. 

My temperature had risen. We were swept into an immediate embrace and our tongues were happy together. Our breath was steady and intense.

Then, like a tornado we got busy. She was almost tearing my clothes off; and, I wasted no time on hers. They were falling everywhere. As her sexy underwear came off, I was breathless. We soon found ourselves lying on a somewhat comfortable rug in front of the fire.

Her BODY was incredible. I began with a deep kiss and then started to shower her neck with kisses. I made my way down to her gorgeous breasts. My mind was a blur. It's like I was there but not there. I went from suckling to nibbling, to kissing, and squeezing. What ever I was doing, it was having a good effect on her. My other hand made it's way down her body and started to caress her mound and slit. She was moaning and when I began to finger her wet, hot, and very hair free pussy, she arched her back. 

"Yes, lover!" She cried. "Yes Baby. YES!"

My hand slid under her lower back and it was incredible. She shuddered and her pussy was squeezing my fingers as I fucked her with them. Finally, she stopped shaking and her back came down. I slid my hand out and we kissed.

"Ooooo," she said. "My turn!" she then quickly started licking and kissing her way down my body as her hand worked expertly on my throbbing cock.

"Honey…you don't have too…" 

Her mouth made contact with my cock. I do believe I heard it cry out.

"THANK YOU ANGEL! I'M YOURS!!!" 

Well… maybe that was me. You see Sally never, even with my pleading, would do that. This was a first and it was incredibly beyond words. The feel of her sweet mouth was too much. I think I was actually in her throat. I couldn't hold any longer and gave her fair warning.

"I'm cumming!!!" I said and I did. She was actually slurping and swallowing. I was so very grateful.

I got up and laid her down on her back. I dove for that sweet pussy. I kept moving my tongue and fingers, working her into a frenzy. Then I returned my fingers to her pussy, while still tonguing from her clit to her ass. What an ass! I did not stop until I was sure she had come at least twice.

She was screaming, "Now lover, NOW! Fuck me now!" I crawled up and my cock slid easily into her pussy. I tell you, I was in the stratosphere or something. We pounded each other for what seemed like forever and not long enough. Then her passion became vocal as she gripped my ass tightly.

"Yes, Yes, YES, TOM! You magnificent BASTARD!" 

She came and so did I. I picked her up and carried her to bed while gently kissing her. She had the best smile. She looked so happy. I laid her down. We continued to make love. I know she sucked me hard at least two more times. Hey, I don't know exactly and I didn't care. I did things with her that I could never do with Sally.

When I awoke the Sun was up and so was my cock. Candi was sucking it. She giggled when she saw me open my eyes with a smile. That's a fantastic way for your woman to say good morning, fellows. I soon came. I would have to get me some pills or something and trust me, I did.

"You were incredible last night, lover," she cooed.

"And you were outstanding, my love."

She went to go to the shower. I rose up and over and gently slapped her ass. She turned, winked and was gone. I went to the door.

"Sweety, I've got to go home for a bit."

"What about breakfast, love?"

"How bout I come back in a couple of hours for brunch?"

"Ok," she said sadly. "Don't make me come looking for you."

"Ok babe. See you then. Love you!"

Love you? LOVE YOU? Oh wow, I said it. What was I saying? It's Sally I love. Right? Somewhere, somehow, I jumped over the line and I couldn't go back. Could I? What have I done to my darling Sally?

Finally, when I was dressing, I realized a couple of things. This was now a full blown affair. There was no excuses. I walked into it against Sally's wishes and couldn't take it back, if I wanted. It was now consummated. Also, I looked at the room. She had a couple photos of us near her bed and trinkets I had bought her from time to time. There was even a few that she had bought me. I couldn't take them home of course. In the closet was a few of my clothes for when I would come over and even toiletries of mine in the bathroom.


One Woman Too Many Ch. 01



"When did all this happen? It seems to have happened so soon," I thought. 

I dressed and went home. When I got there I was a little overwhelmed and felt so like a traitor. This was Sally's home. It used to be her husband's home. I felt like a guest. I called into work sick. I then called Sally and told her I had just arrived. I told her I was going into work late. That was a lie. 

There had to be some way I could feel better and soothe my conscience. I called the florist and sent a dozen roses to my wife at work, but I also sent a dozen to Candi at home. I just couldn't do one without the other. Then, I showered, washed the clothes and straightened up a little. 

That started a trend. From that time on, when I bought something for one, I bought it for the other. I would send notes to one and notes to the other. Trust me, it is exhausting keeping things straight.

Well, I went back to Candi's that day and we ate, slept, and had mind blowing sex all day, until I had to go home. I had never had sex like that before in my life.

When Sally got home, I passed inspection. I mean, everything seemed fine.

"I tried to call you at work and they said you weren't there."

"Yeah, I decided, at the last minute, to stay home."

"Then I tried the house a few times. And?" 

She sounded fine but I knew I would have to be more careful.

"Did you try my cell?"

"Yes, that too."

"Humph? That's strange. I didn't hear it. I did go out in the yard for a while and then window shopping a bit. Sorry, dear," I said. Hey, I was convinced. 

I was becoming quite a liar. It was becoming too easy for me. That's not good. Really. It's just necessary when you cheat.

I took Sally out to eat and to a movie. Boy was I tired. I had to take an energy drink. When we got home she was ready. She was all over me and we made love. Just once, but that's all she wants and it was great. Really. It was fine. I was happy. I hope she was. I'm sure it wasn't my best performance. My body was exhausted.

That went on for a while. I had to convince Candi about some rescheduling of my time, so I could be up and available for Sally. She didn't like it at first, but soon fell right into line. She let me know, though, that I had better work "us time" in. And I did. 

Sally Knows:

A few days later I had found that I could get up quietly around 3:00 am and slip down to Candi's. We would get down and dirty until I had to return. It wasn't perfect, but it worked sometimes. It was always risky.

I remember one such morning. As I walked toward the back door to my home, my mind was lost in several thoughts. 

"What is Candi? Is she a woman or a nympho?"

"Her young body is going to kill me!" 

"I can't keep going like this. I am not the energizer bunny!"

I slipped into the side door and looked at the clock. "Whew!" I had just enough time. I tip toed into the bedroom and cut on the light just off the master bath. I looked across the bed and there lay my wife. She stirred a little at the light but didn't wake. My heart was racing. I was sweating. A man at my age, well…any age, shouldn't be doing this. I'm not kidding. If I didn't quit I knew it would kill me, if not my marriage. I took off my clothes and through them in the hamper. 

I stepped into the shower. The water felt good and I felt bad. Not real bad. I used to, but now I'm becoming numb or something. I didn't like it. It wasn't fair. My wife had done nothing. She didn't deserve that mess. Sometimes, I wished I could die.

"Good morning," my wife mumbled, dragging herself into the bathroom.

"Mornin." I said trying to be cheerful. "I'll help make the bed in a minute, sweety!"

I thought about my words and yes, sometimes… they even made me sick. Don't get me wrong. She is sweet. I just didn't deserve to say that anymore, but she deserved to hear it. I dried off, put on my robe and helped make the bed.

One evening after having been at Candi's I didn't realize how careless I was. When my wife got home, I greeted her at the door. She hugged me and kissed me. She froze. I knew she knew something but couldn't tell what. I thought I would die. I was sure my face had no color.

I could only hope I would pass her inspection. But trust me, fellows, your wife knows you.

"Who…have you been kissing, dear?"

My wife, Sally, stood there with a strange look on her face. I had to think fast.

"Kissing? Why you, dear." 

I laughed. She didn't. 

"Think Tom. Think," I thought while screaming in my head.

"No, somebody else…dear. I taste her lipstick."

I had to think real fast and almost didn't make it in time.

"Oh yeah. You wouldn't believe it. A client today kissed me square on the mouth. I know that sounds strange, but I think she was on the sauce. I thought I had washed my face. Sorry dear." 

Whew! I didn't know how that sounded. You know how when you lie sometimes, you find they quickly become lies on lies? They get deeper and deeper. Well, I knew I was burying myself, very deep.

"A client? A client, you say?"

"Yeah, she was all excited about the contracts or something; and, when I handed her the papers in the hall, she kissed me. I told her I was married and she apologized. I really think I smelled alcohol on her breath."

"Well, you save all your kisses for me from now on, mister." 

Sally seemed somewhat relieved. Her eyes were VERY sincere as she gave me a look.

"Yes, dear. Absolutely!" I wanted to just exhale in relief, but couldn't.

Maybe, she just gave me the benefit of the doubt? She was doing that more and more lately. I knew something was coming. It would be just a matter of time.

That night after we cuddled and she fell asleep, I had a terrible night. I tossed and turned. I had nightmares about cheating on Sally. 

I had one, wherein Candi and I were naked, looking at Sally. Sally was crying, calling me all sorts of names. Candi started to laugh. She talked about how much better we were together; and, she started making love to me. I wanted to run to Sally and explain or something, but I couldn't move. 

There was another one. I was starting to leave and run back to Sally. Candi was crying and said, "You can't leave. I've given you something she can't." Candi turned and I saw she was pregnant. I started screaming, "NO!" 

I woke up in a sweat. I found myself crying and had to hold a hand over my mouth to keep from making noise. I got up, went to the other end of the house, put a pillow over my face, and cried and cried.

I knew I loved Sally, but Candi was winning me intimately. She took me places Sally would not go. I hate it. It wasn't Sally's fault.

When Marriages Die:

Days turned into weeks and I could tell things were changing. Sally had to have known something. She was more distant. My flowers and notes, that I was still sending her, seemed to mean nothing. She seemed cold and unfeeling. 

I tried to get Candi to back off and give me some space, so I could fix things. At first she did. I mean she'd still meet me at lunch. However, she'd console me and try to reason for me. She knew I was hurting and I think she was hurting for me too, if that makes sense. Of course she always offered sex, but I couldn't. Not then. I needed time. I had to think. I needed to resolve…I had to save my marriage…my Sally. 

Sally became more direct. She started to confront me.

"Tom, don't lie to me anymore. I know it."

"What are you talking about?"

She became livid.

"DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID!" Her lips quivered. Her fists were tightening. "Let me spell it out for you, dumb ass. You're A-F-F-A-I-R...affair with that W-H-O-R-E...whore!" 

I was trying to think of any way to diffuse the situation. I felt sick.

"Affair? Why would you think that."

She moved closer and slapped me. I mean hard and it hurt. That was the first time Sally ever hit me, but I was not about to hit Sally. I never had and I knew I wouldn't. I really deserved that slap too, but I still didn't confess. I didn't know what she knew. I still thought I could still fix it.

She was cursing and calling me everything, I think. She was extremely upset. 

"Well, until you decide to tell me the truth, you'll stay…in the guest room. Hell, live in there for all I care. If you don't stop seeing that whore right this instant, you'll be living with her...permanently. Got it? Or is that what you want, you liar? Well is it? ANSWER ME!"

"No, no of course not! I love you. I want you."

She stormed out crying and slammed what used to be our bedroom door.

The next day, I tried to dissuade Candi but she wouldn't hear of it and became vocal. I tried to explain but she became possessed and almost raped me in the diner. I needed to think. I had to get her off my back. 

I quickly took her out in the alley behind the dumpster and had very angry sex, in broad day light. Yes, she had won. I did get some much needed stress relief, though.

One thing I'd learned about Candi. She would never threaten to withhold sex from you. She needed it worse than you did. I tell you, I think she was a nympho. I mean if you were ill, it was healing sex. If you were mad, it was angry sex. If you were depressed, it was cheer up sex. You get the picture. Most of the rest of the time it was just simply mind blowing. She was going to get sex, period. I also knew that of the two women, she was the one I was most worried would eventually leave me for someone else.

Sally and I were not having sex. We were not doing much of anything. She was working late frequently. She would call and tell me to go ahead and eat dinner without her, when she would call. She didn't care how she looked or if she smelled like cheap cologne. That was nothing like Sally. She would come home, I think, just to slam the master bedroom door. 

She was growing impatient and I wasn't confessing. We were hardly talking. When she would say anything, while juiced up on something, I would deny her accusations. I was stupid enough to think I could fix it. When I threw the same accusations at her, she would almost attack me with something, before storming out of the room.

I actually believe she was getting revenge sex at that time. At first my head was screaming, "SHE is having an AFFAIR! The WHORE! I'll fix her wagon…." I wanted to confront her too, but before my outburst, I had a moment of clarity in my mixed up mind. I stopped my tirade and affixed the blame properly. 

I knew I was the whore, here. I wrecked everything. I had to confront her. I was weak and broken.

I Can't Fix It!:

Truth is just that… the truth. I should have just confessed and took the consequences, right then. 

"Tomorrow," I thought. "Tomorrow, I will confess."

I knew I had to stop this. I had get some relief and it was obvious, I would not stop seeing the nympho neighbor. I really shouldn't call her that. Candi is not to blame. It's me. 

When Sally went to work the next day, I lost it. I called in sick and spent the day in deep remorse. How sad, as I walked through the empty house. Its heart was Sally and she was going to leave or kick me out. It was her right. "Oh Sally, my love, my heart, what have I done to you? Why have I sent you away? My love. 'Sorry' cannot erase the pain that I have caused. I am a fool. You deserve a prince, not me." I cried.

The time for Sally to get home came and went. I thought she must have been just running late. I needed to confess and was pacing back and forth. Suddenly I heard someone at the door. I ran and opened it. 

"Sally!" 

It wasn't Sally. It was her dad and he punched me square in the jaw, followed by another to my mid section. He tried again but I managed to defend myself with my arms.

"You worthless piece of crap. You sorry excuse for a man. You will pay," He yelled.

"I'm sorry Mr…"

"SHUT UP! You are lucky you are not dead right now." 

He threw a couple of folders on the table. 

"There!"

He stared at me like he really wanted to kill me. He then continued.

"For one thing…those papers will set Sally free, you…" 

He went on to describe me in great detail. It wasn't complimentary.

"She's divorcing you and you'll not get jack. Are you listening?"

"Yes, I hear you." I said sadly.

"You will not contest anything. You have mad a mess of everything. Go get your things, and get your worthless ass out of here!"

I did. I was defeated and wrong. I had hurt my love and there was no excuse. I had chances and chances to confess and I didn't. I loaded my car and walking out of the house, I put the key into his open hand."

"You will not come near my daughter or this house again. If you do, I will kill you. Get out of here."

I took the folders and put them in the car. One was the divorce papers and the other was from some private investigator. It had pictures of me and Candi doing everything imaginable. Even a shot of the alley sex was there. 

I was crying until I noticed a commotion at Candi's. A couple of police cars drove up to her house with sirens blasting. I drove there.

They held me at bay and separated Candi from Sally. I don't know who won. They both looked bad. Candi's car had a broken window and "WHORE" was painted all over it. They loaded them both into squad cars and took a statement from everyone, even me.  

Let me stop here, please.

Do you see now? I hope so. I told you it wasn't pretty.

I have got to stop now. My therapist had me write this to present in group. He said it was important for me to confront my actions. This will somehow help him help me or something. I just can't, right now, talk of the time since then, in any sort of detail.

Epilog:

The divorce was uncontested and went through without much of a hitch. Sally got most of our settlement.

Candi got pregnant with our child, but had a miscarriage. I thought we would get married but she was distraught and actually took up with a younger fellow. I did have sex with her a few times since then, but she wanted us to remain just friends. I wish her the best. Goes to show you, sex is not the foundation for a lasting committed relationship. I hope she learns. I hear she is no longer with him.

Sally went on to better things. I never really got to grovel and apologize. I really hurt her bad. I see her every once in a while from a distance. She looks good again. I mean GOOD! I hope she finds a winner who can treat her right. I'm sure her prince is out there. She deserves it.

I was very distraught myself, when Sally left and drank too much for a while. That probably strained my relationship with Candi. When she left, I really couldn't blame her. I went on a program and dried out. I almost lost my job too. Now with therapy, I feel I am coming to grips with my sorted life. Who knows? Lessons like these are always learned too late. 

I really was the one at fault here. Let me leave you with a couple of thoughts…no charge.

First, if you value your marriage be open and honest always. Second,

always and I mean always take your spouses concerns to heart and 

don't trivialize them.

Finally, "Love HURTS! Cheating KILLS!"

The End

Authors Note: This is my first attempt at an erotic tale. Constructive criticism is welcome. I enjoyed writing it. I would really like to see at some point a following story told by Sally. It is the untold story here and would be interesting from a woman's point of view. Hope you enjoyed.



One Woman Too Many Ch. 02



Authors Note: This is a second story about a man torn between two women. It is told from the other woman's point of view. If you haven't read the first, please do so. Thanks. My special thanks to hkf999 for editing the story and to Submissioness for her help.

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Hi there. My name is Candi Deetry. I am a young woman with a strong appetite for men. I can't help it. I'm made that way. I've got a very healthy body, with curves that drive a lot of men crazy. I have to work hard to keep myself in shape. It has paid off for me for most of my life.

I don't have trouble with most other people and am very outgoing. Women, in particular married women, seem to be so intimidated by my looks. They call me nasty names. They think that I only live to steal their men. That is not true. I wish they would just chill.

I never try to steal a man away from someone else. I can't stop a man from running to me, though. Right?

I have never asked a man to dump his wife for me, either. Besides, I have plenty of men knocking at my door, without me needing to steal away anyone. Maybe, if they would just take care of things at home, their men wouldn't run away. You've probably heard that before, but it's true. Deal with it. Stop being mad at any woman such as me for wanting to have sex with a man, when you don't.

Like most women, I think, I am looking for the Mr. Right to come along. I just spend more time and energy looking, than most. I even thought I had him a time or two. Finding him, girls, takes a lot of work and patience. I know it will pay off in the end.

Have I had a lot of boyfriends? Maybe. I've been around the block a few times. I'm not a whore, though. I'm not sleazy. I don't have STDs. Most of my boyfriends have to wear a condom. Not all, but honestly, do you make your husband wear one? Anyway, I'm classy, not sleazy. If you knew me, you'd know.

Am I a nymphomaniac? I don't think so, if I understand the word. I think I've got more control than that. I've been called that at times. Even Tom teased me about that. He would sometimes call me his little sweet nympho. I didn't mind. He was a man's man, my man. I knew he loved me.

And speaking of Tom. He is a sweet and kind man. He is gentle, yet strong. He tries not to be shy, but it's hard for him. It's also one of the things that's so attractive about him. I don't think any man put more effort into trying to please two women than he did, so back off.

For the record, I never put down his wife to him or begged him to leave her. I knew that if he were truly mine that I would have him in the end. 

Now, I'll not lie. I did everything I could, when I was with him, to show how much he meant to me. I showed him I needed and wanted him. I wanted him to have no doubt that I was serious about him…about us. Any interested girl would do the same. Right? You know I'm right! 

Did we have sex? Of course, but more importantly, we made love. We loved each other and that's that. It was beautiful. It was pure. So, drop it.

Getting To Know Tom:

Now, let me tell you about the whole "affair," as they call it. Then maybe you can understand exactly how we came to fall in love.

I first saw Tom shortly after I moved in. It was a pretty afternoon and I was bringing in some groceries. I looked up the street and saw him out in his yard. He must have been hot and sweaty. He pulled off his tee shirt. He took my breath and I believe there was an instant attraction. I wanted to run up the street and offer him a cool drink. Maybe even help him out of the rest of those hot clothes. I didn't though. Even though the thought made me very horny, I knew his wife would kill me before I got within 50 feet from him. Her, or any of the other women in the neighborhood. They branded me without really knowing me…Anyway…

He finally looked my way and our eyes met from the distance. I wanted to blow him a kiss, but chose a cute hand wave instead. He waved back. My eye sight is pretty darn good too and I saw him smile.

A couple of times, as I carried more things into the house, I glanced up to see him watching me. He tried to make like he wasn't staring, but a girl knows. Right then, I had the strongest feeling that we would be together.

A few days later, I saw him again at lunch. I walk to lunch from my work. As I left the building, that day, I saw Tom walk by. He looked so handsome, strong, and powerful in that suit he wore. However, I could tell he was shy by the way he acted. He saw me, waved, said a hello, and kept walking. Well…he was going my way. So I quickly joined up with him and kept pace.

"Got that lawn under control," I chuckled.

"Or maybe it's got me," he replied as we joined smiles and he laughed.

His face reddened slightly. Yep, he was fighting his shyness, but he liked me. It just felt so right walking beside him. Yeah…I had a warm feeling about this one.

"Hi, I'm…uh…I mean I'm Tom Canton."

He stopped, turned, and looked right into my eyes. Oh, his eyes spoke volumes to me. I stood there in a daze, when all of the sudden, I realized his hand was stretched out to me. He was slightly embarrassed for holding his hand out so long without me taking it. We then shook hands and he held mine for more than a moment.

"Sorry. I'm Candi Deetry. But you can call me anytime…I mean Candi."

"Oooo. Then, by all means call me Tom. I mean we are neighbors, right?'

"Absolutely, and what are neighbors for." I winked. We laughed again and proceeded to walk.

"Well, where do you eat, Candi?"

"Usually I grab a salad at Tony's Grill, and you?"

"The Come Hungry Buffet and Lounge."

"Oh? Is it good?"

"Not sure about the salads, but yeah. I think so."

"I might like to try that. Do you mind?"

"No, why not."

Is Love On The Menu:

We walked in and sat in a booth. While waiting for our food, I noticed that most people seemed to think we were a couple. Tom never even corrected the waitress when she addressed us as though I were the "little woman." Well I was his woman. He just didn't know it yet, the sweet man.

It didn't matter anyway. I was happy and thought we made the perfect couple. I'll have to show you our picture sometime. 

After eating, we were given a single ticket. Before I could return from visiting the ladies room, Tom had paid for us. That was sweet. Trust me ladies, I've had some jack asses before, who took me out and expected me to pay. That is such a turn off.

Just to let you know. The salads weren't the best, but the company was. 

Starting from the next day. It became our thing. I waited for him outside at lunch and we went on our little noontime "dates." Ok, so maybe they weren't "dates." Well…yes they were. We just didn't make out or anything. Only occasional touching or brushing, at least for a while.

Maybe I doted over him at times, but I could tell he liked the attention. He is a man. And he would always get me laughing with his cute jokes or stories. If nothing else, the way he told them and his facial expressions would pull you right in. You'd have to laugh.

Maybe I was being naughty, but I quickly began dressing for his attention. Not quite as toned down as usual. I tried to wear either a nice blouse or dress that accented my breasts. My dresses were just long enough; and, my pant suits accentuated my round ass. I've been told I have a nice one and I dressed to impress…Tom, if no one else.

I'm telling you, one look at me and his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He actually started touching me more. He also started talking in hushed sexy tones and brushing up to me more. Sure, he was a gentleman and I knew it was hard for him, being married, not to throw his arms around me. But I could tell, we were both falling fast.

Girls, I tell you. He'd sometimes get a hard on right there in the restaurant. And it happened more than once. He tried to hide it. I saw though, and I smiled, letting him know it was alright. Hey, I was flattered. What could I say? He wanted me bad and I knew if he weren't married…mmmm…Well like I said, he would come to me in the end. And I couldn't quite talk myself into just grabbing it in his pants. Not then. The poor man would probably have had a stroke. But, I was…wet…very wet too, ya know?

We got much closer. I couldn't wait till he would just take me into his strong arms and ravish me. He was making me very horny every time we were together. It took a lot of resolve and focus on the future, not to just take him and me to paradise whether he wanted it or not.

I started moving things forward a little for both of us. I brought papers in at times to show him, so that I could sit right next to him. I would ask his advice, even when I didn't really need it. I would let a hand fall gently on his leg while pointing something out with the other. 

That's when I would see him paying more attention to my cleavage than the papers. I couldn't help, but smile, when a tent would form in his pants. The powerful feeling you get at a time like that is something only a woman can know. It's sexy and incredible to realize you have turned him on so much, that there is not much blood left in his brain to think with. It's all rushed into that wonderful tool, which is hidden in his pants. Once, I showed him some photos of me, on the beach, in a bikini. He got so hard. His breath was erratic. He excused himself quickly to the men's room. When he returned he was fine. Ahhhhh, I know. That's not fair.

He is a fine man too. Sally didn't really know what she had. 

Tom and I both got off work before his wife did. It seemed a shame, for him to be at home all alone, while my house was falling apart. Well…I mean, we both had our needs. Yes, I could have called a boyfriend at the time, but they weren't as good as Tom. They just wanted to get into my pants. You know how that is. A short romp with a condom stretched boyfriend was only a temporary solution, at best. Tom cared. 

When I would get home I'd call him to come help me fix something. He never said, "No." You just don't know how hard it was with him in my house. I wanted to rape him right there. Instead I had to settle for brushing up against him and "accidentally" flashing him. Maybe petting him at times by "mistake." I always thanked him and left no doubt in his mind. For me, I knew that after he'd leave, I'd be masturbating, for sure.

Occasionally, I would walk him out. Maybe give him a light hug.

"Is there anything you need me to do, Tom?"

"Uh…No Candi. Thanks. I've got to get home."

"Thank you, Tom." He would start to walk away.

"Tom," I said as sexy as I could. He would stop for a minute and turn. "You can drop by anytime…for anything. You know that, right sweety?"

He'd smile with that big sexy grin. Then turn and walk away. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, Candi."

Sometimes, he would give me a little gift. You know, like flowers or a necklace. That sort of thing. They were darling things, for a "friend" to give. Wouldn't you say? Beautiful flowers, that I'd put on display. Jewelry, as well, that I'd wear for him each day. Hell, if he had given me underwear, I'd have worn that too.

A Growing Pain In Our Relationship:

One day at lunch, Tom looked like he was very worried about something. He was giving me some space, and I didn't like it. I didn't want any. We were sitting there not saying much. I was just starting to ask what was going on, when he spoke.

"Candi, uh…my wife…uh"

"Yes, sweety." I quickly moved close to his side and rested a hand over his. I let one fall gently to the back of his neck, while looking into his eyes.

"My wife is furious with me for going to your house in the afternoons. I don't know if we should still keep seeing each other… I mean at lunch and all." 

My hands dropped quickly to my side and I was mad that he would even suggest such a thing. I knew he didn't want it and neither did I. I faced the table and stared.

"Nosy neighbors should mind their own business," I thought verbally. I didn't mean to say it out loud. I knew someone had gone tattling to Sally. Those old women around me had way too much time and imagination on their hands. If they just would have minded their own…

At that moment, I knew what to do. I knew that Tom couldn't help it. After all, he was married. He just needed a way to satisfy both Sally…and me. I looked at him as sexy as I could and put my arms around his neck. "You big stupid sexy man," I thought, "Why didn't you just say so?"

"Well we can't have that, can we?" I said. Poor man didn't have a clue, about the woman he was in love with. Yeah, I knew we'd make it.

"No. I thought that if…"

"Leave the thinking to me," I thought, "You just keep that thing in your pants from erupting too soon." I smiled.

"Here's what we'll do, honey," I said in my very reassuring voice. 

I then moved very close and pulled his head closer. I gently pressed my lips to his lips and at first he was unsure. I kept kissing and lightly moaned as he was returning the kiss in passion. Our tongues said hello and I began searching for his tonsils. I could have stayed there forever, but we would have been thrown out when we were naked and fucking mercilessly. Especially, at the noontime rush. 

We finally broke free. That was our first real kiss and I knew I had his attention.

"You just need to be more careful," I said. "You've got to avoid those nosy idiots in the neighborhood. Sally just got upset. That's all. You're not doing anything wrong, darling. Just go around the back. There are lots of bushes and things there and no one will see."

Of course, I made sure he understood with a few strategic kisses. In the end, he agreed. He was being cute again, but all was well. 

"Yes, but can't your boyfriends do it?" His blood obviously still needed to return fully to his brain.

"No, silly. I don't think they know how." We laughed.

That night, Sally came by. I had never really seen her this close. She was very attractive, honestly. I could see what Tom saw in her. I felt a twinge of jealousy, although I knew she couldn't beat me in a beauty contest. And from what Tom had told me of their lives, I knew I could beat her in a sexual contest, any day of the week. I wasn't worried.

She was not happy. We sat in the living room and made very small talk. Then she got down to business.

"Candi, I believe you know who I am."

"Your Sally. Tom's wife." I gritted my teeth and smiled.

"Yes…" She was thinking and rubbing her hands. "Candi, I need you to be honest with me about something."

"Sure…Ok."

"Are you sleeping with Tom?"

"WHAT? You sleep with Tom. You know that right?" Ok. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

"Why you bitch! You know damn well what I mean…SEX, you whore."

"I'm not a whore; and, if you don't tone it down, you can just leave."

"I'm not going anywhere till you answer me."

"What gives you the idea that I would have sex with Tom? I've got enough boyfriends."

"Don't lie to me Candi. We need to both be clear on what's going on."

"What is going on? This is the first time you come here and you ask me that. All I've ever heard from you and your buddies around here is how bad I am. You think I'm a whore or something. WELL I'M NOT!"

"It's not about you, young lady…Well maybe it is. What's most important is Tom. You know Tom? You have him over here all the time and that is going to stop. NOW!"

"WHAT? How dare you come here and say those things. I'm not as young as you think, old lady, and I won't be told what I will or won't do. If you're so worried about Tom, then go home and fuck his brains out. Maybe he'll stay with you then. And for your information, WE ARE NOT FUCKING! Got It?"

I think she was more than a little relieved. The bitch just didn't know who she was talking to. "Someday Sally," I thought, "I won't be able to give you that answer; and, there is nothing you can do about it."

I was mad I know. I didn't like yelling profanities. We both steamed for a bit.

"Ok. Alright," she finally said. She was starting to regain some composure and so was I.

"I'm sorry," she continued. A tear was running down her cheek. "I just can't loose Tom. You understand that, right?" She stopped crying and wiped her tears. "He is MY husband and I love him. I won't give him up without a fight!"

She was very resolved and stormed out almost slamming the door.

Sadness and Joy:

My plan to keep Tom coming over did seem to work though. Sally seemed to be happy as a clam. He spent quality time with her and yes, it made me a little jealous. I knew, he had too, but I wanted us to have more time together. Selfish? Maybe. If I didn't have him soon, I think I would go out of my mind.

I got some bad news, one day. My cousin, Charlene, had passed away in an automobile accident. We were like sisters. We were so close. I was thinking of our times together, before I moved here. We spent many a time chasing men together. I wish she could have met Tom. I cried a lot before the funeral.

When I went to lunch with Tom the day before the funeral, I was sad. I really didn't want to be that way for him, but I really needed him badly. I had to at least have him hug me and comfort my troubles away.

"Tom, my cousin died. We were real close."

He looked so concerned. I loved him so much.

"I'm so sorry Candi. I knew something was bothering you. Is there something I can get you? Is there anything I can do?"

"Yes Tom, there is."

"Name it, Candi."

"This may seem strange…but…um?"

"Just say it."

"The funerals tomorrow and…" I could tell he was unsure what I was wanting from him. I tried to smile.

"Ok?"

"I need you. I REALLY need you to come to the funeral with me. PLEASE! I don't think I can make it without a friend as close as you. Please do it for me. PLEASE!" He tried to comfort me, but what I needed was him.

"I don't know if that would be wise, with Sally and all. You see? I really want to be there for you but…"

"Please sweety, PLEASE!"

I pleaded with him some more and he told me he would see what he could do. I felt a little better, I think. 

The more I thought of Sally's hold over our love, I wanted to curse Sally. I wanted to march right into her house and slap the bitch. I would tell her, "Listen Sally, Tom and I need some time. He's going with me to the funeral and that's that. And, if he doesn't want to come home to your nagging, he can stay with me." I didn't though and it probably wouldn't have helped our cause.

Tom called and told me he would be able to take me. I instantly became excited. I spent a lot of time dressing for our day together. I put on the sexiest clothes I could find, without being disrespectful to the funeral guests. But, I wanted Toms full attention. I wanted him to know what he was getting, when he chose me. I was going to let him know that this damsel in distress was ready for her prince, Tom. He would rescue me and we could live out our lives in paradise. A girl can dream, you know. I wasn't taking any chances.

I had on my perfect makeup touches. I had on a nice shade of my subtle and hot red lipstick, but not too much. I'm no whore. I topped my lips with a sweet strawberry lip-gloss. I applied myself with his favorite perfume. I had on black thigh highs with a garter belt, and black lace panties with matching bra. My dress was black and flowing, but short. I had on a red blouse and black jacket that didn't cover my cleavage. I had some nice black shoes with 2-inch heels and a matching handbag.

I looked in the mirror. "Damn woman! Who are you and what have you done with Candi?" I snickered, "You look fine!" I knew if this didn't straighten his cock, he was either in bad need of Viagra or I would have had to throw in the towel right then. Not likely to either.




One Woman Too Many Ch. 02



He picked me up in the afternoon and he was pleased with me...VERY pleased indeed. I could tell. He was practically drooling. I felt so together and wonderful with this man. He was my man; and, I knew I was his woman. He almost stumbled over himself opening doors for me and engaging in witty conversation. It was wonderful. I didn't think I would stop smiling.

We drove to the funeral. He was the perfect gentleman. I was proud to have him with me and I hung on his arm. I was glad he wasn't wearing his ring, though. I introduced him as my "boyfriend" and winked. People didn't quite know what to think of him. Some of them would chuckle and shake his hand. I thought that was rude, but he just stood there with a strong jaw and smile. 

I couldn't help but kiss him often, at least on the cheek. Sometimes when the emotions of the funeral came to me, I would just cry into his shoulder as he held me. Yes. He was a keeper. I don't know if I could have chosen any better.

On the way home, I put my head in his lap. I would like to say that I napped or something, but I'd be lying. The slight bumps and shaking of the car kept my mind thinking of only him and that night stick in his pants. His hand caressed my hair and shoulders. 

Now, the night stick had it's ideas too. You know the one with the throbbing head that kept hiding between Tom's legs. I do believe it was trying to either whisper sweet nothings or jump into my mouth and give me a drink. Either way I was very wet. I'm glad I wore black. 

Suddenly, it was too much. I had to pee or something and had him stop at a restaurant. I went to use the ladies room and tried to pee. I found it hard not to masturbate. "What's my problem? If I don't stop this, it will be running down my legs," I thought. I was just so wet and horny. I had to cum. I worked my hands on my clit and had a rhythm going. I was thinking of his cock in my pussy, his mouth on my nipples, his tongue on my clit mmmm…oh yea. That's it. I came. I cleaned up, refreshed myself, and returned. 

When I got back we went to a table and ate. We talked and flirted. I thanked him again for coming to my rescue. He laughed.

Let's Get Down:

Sometime between then and the car, he called Sally. Now I wasn't paying all that much attention. I was looking across the street, but I do think I heard him say something about spending the night. I thought, "How wonderful it would have been if he had told her she was history and we were spending the night." That sounds bad, I know, but things were going so well. 

He came over and I took his hand. Instead of letting him open the door, I pulled him away.

"I know what would make me happy." I directed him with my eyes to look across the street.

There it was, a big beautiful club with people coming and going. I wanted to play, and I wanted him to play with me. He was instantly embarrassed. He tried to say this or that, telling me that maybe sometime later we would go to one. I wouldn't hear of it. I kept kissing him, pulling him, and pleading until he finally said yes. He paid the man at the door and we entered. After all, we were dressed to impress.

We went to the bar and I ordered a couple of drinks for us. The place was jumping.

"Just one for me, Candi. I've got to drive you know."

"Ah come on, sweety."

I moved closer and drew him into a hug. We kissed very wet and passionate. He was loosening up a bit. As we separated, I kept looking into his eyes.

"Well maybe two, but that's all. You can drink though," he said. 

It was hard to hear. You just about had to yell at times to be heard over the music.

"Hey sugar, what's your sign?" I said in his ear. 

"You are," he said with a kiss. 

"Huh?" I Yelled. The music stopped suddenly.

"YOU ARE!" His voice rang out, overtaking the silent room. 

His face couldn't have got much redder. We laughed and then kissed. His face returned to normal tone.

I was just finishing another drink when a couple of guys came by and asked me to dance. I thanked them and told them no. I had a hold on Tom's arm.

"What's say we go out there on the dance floor and get down?" I said. I was practically dancing at the bar anyway.

"GET DOWN? Oh we'd go down alright." We laughed.

"I'm sure you'd be fine. Please."

Just then another man came up. He said what he thought was some cute remarks. These guys are all alike. They think they're hot stuff. It can be fun at times, but I wanted Tom.

"Your woman sure is fine," he said to Tom.

"Thanks."

"Can I dance with her? Do ya mind?"

"Maybe…ask her," Tom said and then whispered in my ear. "Go ahead, if you want. Just don't run off with him."

"You sure," I asked.

"Yeah, go babe. I'll be right here."

"You better be, I've got my eye on you!"

We went out to the floor. He really was a fair dancer, but I kept my distance. He kept trying to twirl me around and I'm sure he wanted to view my treasures. The alcohol was working on me too, a little. I still managed to keep my eyes looking at Tom. I wanted him and no one else.

I took a few more dances with some of the fellows. They were all trying too hard to impress and some tried to touch me in inappropriate ways. Especially when they saw my attention was on Tom. I left the floor as soon as possible. I went up to Tom and took a drink.

I pulled him up while dancing a little and out towards the floor. He was resisting…some.

"We are going shine the floor or cut a rug, darling. It's your choice. You and me, baby."

"Candi, I can't dance…"

"Ah come on, darling. I want to dance with my man."

"But I CAN'T DANCE, really."

"Ahhh. Sweety!"

"I'll just embarrass you…"

"Shhhh. You don't have to prove anything, sugar. Just sway to the music and hold me. I won't break."

He did, finally. He really wasn't that bad. He was definitely trying. He even twirled me some. He held me close and after a while we were dancing to some slower music, if there is such a thing.

Things got hot and he was whispering lots of sexy hot nothings in my ear. I was extremely turned on. I let his hands roam where ever they wanted. His left hand slid down my back to my ass and I was suddenly pulled right up against him. We were breathing close and he was admiring my breasts. He even gave them a kiss, right there. Ooooo…that was hot.

I could feel his stiff member pressing against my thighs. I was responding. My pussy was very tingly and wet, and soon my legs spread just enough. He lifted me off the floor while turning slowly and his cock was rubbing my pussy. Oh, I could hardly stand the euphoria. I boldly reached down and rubbed his cock before being lifted again up off my feet. We were grinding, hardly dancing, and I came. I mean I shuddered and my eyes were dazed. I was on my way to paradise or something. It was won-der-ful. As I came back to earth, I was still working his cock in hopes the ecstasy would not end.

"No. NO," he said. "I can't…not now."

"What baby, what?"

"I can't, sugar."

"Why not?"

"I'll cum in my pants. That's why. PLEASE don't."

We broke the…umm…embrace and he led me off the floor. He said we needed to go and I didn't care. I wanted some and it didn't matter where. I just needed him soon. We left. 

Before getting into the car, he let me know what was on his mind. He kissed me so very deeply. He gently rubbed my pussy with his hand and I grabbed his cock.

"Now, honey? I want you now," I said. I reached out to undo his belt buckle. I didn't care where we were. We could have been on TV for all I cared.

"No, Sweety. No, Darling. No, Baby. No. I can't. Just hold on a little and let's get you home before we get arrested." Well… 

I Knew Our Love Would Cum:

We drove to my place and parked in the garage. I was a little clumsier than him at the door, so he opened it and led me inside with his hand. My mind was as focused as it could be. This was our night, our place, our time. I slipped off my shoes and spoke while leaving the room.

"Start the fire, handsome." 

When I entered the room again I had two glasses of wine with me. I stood behind him admiring his form.

He stood slowly after the fire was going and turned around. I handed him a glass. "Clink," the glasses met. 

"Well…you sure know how to light my fire, sexy!" I said and we emptied our glasses in one drink. We set them down while staring into each others eyes.

I couldn't wait any longer. I thought I would scream. There wouldn't be another, "No. Not now." I started peeling his clothes off for all I was worth. It was almost like we were wrestling. He was peeling me too. I did however gain a little momentum when he so admired my bare breasts and nipples. The good thing is I was about done unveiling my lover, when his hard straining cock came into view. I wanted to swallow it whole right then.

He pulled me into a kiss and we soon found ourselves rolling on the rug in front of the fire. When we stopped, I was on my back and we were in a deep kiss. Our tongues were all intertwined. We were breathing heavy. 

He then began to kiss my neck all over. I was tingly, horny, and my nipples were erect and hard. 

"You are so beautiful and sweet," he whispered. 

"Take me, you gorgeous man." 

He then resumed his descent down to my breasts. I was weak in anticipation and it was hard to keep focused as I tried to touch and stroke his cock.

"That's it," I said as his mouth came in contact with my nipples. "Yes. Yes."

His hands gently worked my breasts. His tongue was expertly working my nipples. He would run his tongue in circles around my nipple and then across, while sucking and sucking with his mouth. His hand began to work the other breast and soon he was alternating between the two.

"Yes, baby. Yes!"

His other hand made it's way down my body until it found my wet, juicy pussy. My pussy had desired his touch for way to long and it was hard to define the myriad of my emotional bliss. 

"Oh yes," my words seemed soft and whispered with my breath.

I was connected to this man and it felt like heaven. He massaged my mound and caressed my clit. His hand slid down the furrow of its lips, all the way down and just beyond my ass hole. His hand was caressing me and he began to insert his fingers gently into the honey pot. I thought I would squirt right then. My orgasm was rising and falling, slowly building for release. I was starting to lightly tremble. 

"Don't stop honey. Yes, lover. Yes, baby. Yes!"

My back arched as I felt the impending ecstasy. His fingers were fucking me and his mouth still worked on my nipples and breasts. I felt a hand slide against the small of my back. I came and came hard. I shuddered and bucked against his fingers and the cradle of his hand until the tremors subsided.

"Ooooo. My turn," I said. 

I quickly rolled him onto his back and nibbled lightly his nipples. I then proceeded to lick and kiss my way down his body. One hand was caressing him while the other made its way to and started stroking his throbbing cock. When my mouth found his cock, I began to lick up the shaft. I licked all the way up to just below the cock head. I started to suckle and lick around just below the head and then move up higher. As I moved my face away I could see his cock head was covered with his juices. I licked them off and engulfed his head with my mouth, while gently sucking. Then, in one move I slid my mouth all the way down his shaft. I repeated a few times and then felt him just enter my throat. 

"Thank you angel. I'm yours," he yelled. I think he was crying.

I kept sucking. Up and down. His shaft swelled. I was desperately rubbing my pussy.

"I'm cumming," he shouted and he did. 

I was ready. The first shot went into my throat. I backed off slightly and let him fill my mouth. I savored the warm creamy load and swallowed loudly. "Mmmmm." I slowly pulled my mouth off as I sucked out the remaining treat in his shaft. "Plop" my mouth was off. I looked up as we smiled and stared into each other's eyes. I think he had tears coming out of his eyes. "Mmmmm mmph," I moaned.

He recovered his resolve quickly and lifted me forward then onto my back. He stared almost drooling and lifted my legs up towards my chest. He kissed and rubbed my thighs until his mouth found my pussy. While sucking he resumed fucking my pussy with his fingers. His tongue worked my clit and then he'd lick down my slit to my ass hole. What a marvelous tongue, he has. I was floating on air. After who knows how long, I just couldn't stand the orchestrated sensations.

"Now, lover. Fuck me now," I demanded.

He came up quickly and his cock was hard and ready. I was so wet and open. He slid right in and all the way down. 

"Ooooh, yes!" 

He started to fuck me in earnest. He was in no race for time, but the rythm was perfect. We both enjoyed every sensation tremendously. He grunted and even touched and played with my breasts a little. My orgasm built. He kept going. I could feel then inevitable coming and I mean cumming. My mind was really out there somewhere and a smile was plastered on my lips. I could feel him getting close. He was swelling inside and I was over the top.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, Tom! You magnificent Bastard!" 

I can't believe I said that, but who cares. We came. His shaft unloaded his love cream into my hole. I could feel the warmth of our sexes. We were drained for the moment, but not through. Our hearts were beating fast. Our smiles were the evidence of joy.

He took me into his arms and kissed me. He carried me to our room. He was all mine that night. There was no Sally, no neighbors, no distractions. We were right where love had brought us.

That night we made love work. It was pure. We knew what it was like and it was wonderful.

We worked different positions, but no matter how we did it, it seemed beyond words. Whether on top, bottom, side, all fours, or you name it, we seemed to be the very definition of sex machines, that night. Oh yes, and did I mention…I did cum. 

How could this man have been anybody else's but mine. I didn't know. 

He fell asleep and I nestled up to him and placed my head on his chest. His breathing was peaceful and steady. My eyes closed and I joined him. 

When I awoke, Tom was still asleep. I thought, "I'll just have myself a little taste."

I lifted the sheet to expose his cock. I gave it a couple of licks and it was getting hard. I sucked him slow and easy, looking up to view Tom's face. His body stirred a little. His cock was hard and I had picked up the pace. I saw his eyes open and he had an unmistakable smile. I giggled while still sucking and working his shaft. His shaft finally released its gift to me and I was only too happy to receive. I swallowed every drop.

I got up and said, "You were incredible last night, lover."

"And you were outstanding, my love." He watched my ever move.

I swayed my hips and walked to the bathroom. "Smack." He slapped my ass. I turned and gave him a wink and a mischievous smile. I continued into the shower.

"Sweety, I've got to go home for a little while," he called into the shower.

"What about breakfast, love," I questioned. I did not want this to end…EVER!

"How about I come back in a couple of hours for brunch, huh?"

"Ok," I said, but I'm sure he could detect sadness in my tone. "Don't make me come looking for you."

"Ok, babe. See you then. I love you."

Love Is Patient:

I love you. Now, a girl could never get tired of hearing those words from her man.

I cleaned the room, straightened up and waited for him to return. I was singing and humming. I felt great…whole, you might say.

Tom did the sweetest thing and sent me some roses that day. Of course, I thanked him nice and proper. From that day, it seems, he started sending me flowers very regularly. He also sent me emails and notes, on occasion.

When he returned a little while later, he was a little down. We ate. We made love and practically stayed in bed the rest of the day, until he had to leave and go back…to her. I think I had him cheered up though. I think he could face her. Hey, with him and me together, there is nothing we couldn't face. We were in love.

As days past, Tom was getting concerned. He said he couldn't keep "fucking" us both without some recoup. I wanted to tell him the solution was easy. Just dump her and problem solved. But that was just my emotions talking and I really didn't want to be that way. I mean sure, I wanted him for myself only, but in the end, I knew he'd make the right decision…me.

He had to convince me to reschedule our time a bit. I didn't like it at first, but gave into him eventually. I made sure he promised me to make sure we had plenty of time for us. He said he would.

Some of the time changes were creative. He would slip over about three in the morning and we would go at it. Then he'd slip back to awaken Sally for work. It was an interesting change for us and it allowed me to know what it would feel like, if we were married and I saw him every morning. Hmmmm? Nice.

Things were nice for us for a while. Then Tom became more and more stressed. I had to spend more and more time cheering him up and encouraging him. He was sure Sally knew, but he didn't know how much.

Over an over he kept telling me how sure he was that he would fix this. He just knew it would work out. I didn't believe that for a second, but I didn't tell Tom that.

He was trying to get me to give him some space, but I needed him so desperately. I gave him some room for a while at lunch and tried to comfort and encourage him. That helped a little I think.

One day, I couldn't stand it anymore. I needed him and I was sexy all over him at lunch. He was getting frustrated and I was too. He was trying to brush me off and I was trying to work him in.

"Ok. Ok. Ok! If that's what it takes, let's do it," he said.

"It's about time, lover," I said, as he pulled me behind him by the hand. He was so mad and I didn't care. I needed some. I needed him, period.

He took me out in the alley and behind the dumpster. He let me go and undid his belt buckle.

"Just what do you have in mind, mister?"

"Just wait and you'll see, you nympho, you."

I know you're probably thinking, "Ooooo, he was forcing me." Right? No, not really. He could have been a little rough, but forcing me? That's not Tom. On his worst day he was gentler than some of my previous boyfriends.

He pushed me toward the wall and I braced myself, leaning with my arms. He pulled up my skirt and then yanked down my hose and panties. The sun, shining down, was bright and anyone could have seen us. It was primal, wicked, and oh so hot. I was wet already.

He fucked me, plane and simple. He was proving himself over me and I was subject to his whim. He kept working his wonderful cock in and out. You won't believe me but I came before he did. Wow! His cum was a lot and I had it dripping for a while.

He zipped up and I pulled up. I looked at him. I could tell he was happy with his work, but embarrassed at the situation. We left.

Sally locked him out of their bedroom. Can you imagine? She wasn't talking with him and there was no sex. Even though I knew that this could mean that Tom and I would be together at last, I didn't like seeing Tom go through this.

Sally even became very hostile to me in the grocery store or mall when she would see me. She would try to kill me with her eyes. She'd call me whore, home wrecker, and the like. I'd throw back almost the same. I'd call her whore, transvestite, and bitch.

The more she threw at him, the more I comforted him. Something had to happen soon or we'd all go crazy. Why didn't she just leave already? 

A few months later and Tom told me he was going to confess the affair, the next day. I was excited and alarmed. I knew he'd be free, but didn't want all the heartache, just to get there. I was surely dreading this very necessary day.




One Woman Too Many Ch. 02



That day came. Tom and I didn't see each other. The day was very stressful. It felt like we were waiting for the judge to pass sentence.

Later that afternoon, I heard a loud sound of broken glass. Sally was outside and she had done a number on my car. I ran to the door.

"Home wrecker! Come out here, you whore," Sally yelled.

I stepped out. She was spray painting my car.

"I warned you about my husband, whore!" 

"Well, if I am a whore, what does that make you, bitch! If you had just gone home and fucked Tom more than once a year, he wouldn't have come here crying for a real woman…And he just couldn't get enough! You ran him off, not me."

She dropped the can and ran at me. I hit her in the face. She grabbed my hair and swung me around. I fell down and she was on top of me. She was hitting, scratching and pulling at me and I was giving it right back to her.

We continued to fight until two police cars pulled up. They pulled us apart. We were yelling, screaming, bleeding, and mad. They separated us and had us sitting in two different squad cars. Tom had arrived and they wouldn't let him near us. That was an awful night.

It took a while for them to release me from the police station. I got a restraining order on Sally. She couldn't go near me and Tom couldn't go near her. Perfect, right?

Will It Ever Happen:

Tom was so depressed after Sally. I did my best to cheer him up. We had lots of sex, but depression, anxiety or something was tearing him apart. I cried for him and held him often.

Then I got THE news. I was pregnant with Tom's baby. I thought for sure that would have cheered him up and brought us closer. But…

Tom was drinking more and more. He hadn't really ever been a heavy drinker before. It scared me; and, I knew if he would just snap out of it, we would be ok. He needed help. I didn't know if I could do it.

"Tom, baby?"

"Yeah, sweety." He was drinking a bottle of something.

"Well…uhhh," I was trying to sound happy.

"Not now, darling. Maybe we can in a little while."

"Huh? No. Not that, silly."

"What are you talking about? Just say it."

"It's great news. Really!"

"You've won the lottery?"

"Almost…"

"Huh?" You should have seen the look on his face.

"We're pregnant!"

"What! You mean us…I mean you…Your having a baby?" 

He actually kind of grinned. He was stunned for sure. The look was priceless.

"We are having a baby, silly. Isn't that wonderful?"

I ran to him and he held me. For a brief while I thought that maybe we could finally make it.

"Yeah, sure, baby. We should celebrate."

"No more booze, sweety. PLEASE!" He didn't like that, but I had to try.

His face became aloof. He was thinking hard.

"What's wrong," I asked while just separating from him, but still in a loose embrace.

"Well…uh…I mean…uh?" He burped a little. "Excuse me," he whispered.

"What wrong?"

"Don't get mad…I'm just asking…I mean how do you…" I cut him off. I knew where this was headed.

"Don't you DARE go there! It's ours. You're the daddy. I haven't slept with another man in months." I was not happy and it showed. The nerve!

"Ok. Ok! I'm sorry."

And that was our great day, the day of the announcement. I felt good. I wanted us to be a family.

Time wrote a different story, though. His divorce came through and his drinking increased. 

He never hit me but he was frustrated. He couldn't understand why I wouldn't just marry him. I told him I needed him, but he needed to dry out and get some help. I didn't want my baby to have a drunk for a father. He stormed out.

I didn't see him for a week, but when he came home we had angry sex. I fussed at him for leaving that way. He said he was trying, but it seemed he couldn't please me. I told him, "That's not true. Get help and give up the booze."

I had a miscarriage. Could things get worse. I was devastated.

He needed me and I really needed him. Neither of us were being comforted. He was getting mad at times and breaking things in the house. We were losing our intimacy.

I was becoming afraid as time went on, that he would be violent. I told him to leave. He packed and left. I cried and cried.

Now, a while passed. I'm not sure exactly how long. I kept up with Tom though. I still would speak at lunch and tell him hello. I'd ask how he was doing and we'd hug, but that was it…well almost. Tom had trouble staying away. We had sex a couple of times, but I really needed him to understand.

I dated one of my old boyfriends again. He was just another condom stretched boyfriend that I used to show Tom we were through. Tom asked me about him and I was strong. I told Tom that even though I would always love him, we needed to stay just friends. He got the message.

He was sad and lonely, though. It was breaking my heart. He stopped meeting me at lunch one day; and, I thought he had brushed me out of his life completely. I cried and cried. I dumped my temporary boyfriend. 

Back On Track:

After making some queries, I was able to find out that Tom had gone to the clinic and dried out. "Finally," I cheered. That's why I hadn't seen him. He was actually getting therapy and I was happy again…Hopeful anyway.

When he came back to his work, he seemed so much more together. I actually saw him smile. It was good.

I tried to get back with him. He was polite and kind, but let me know that things had changed. I was sad. Even my best seduction was being lost on him and I could feel it. This was new to me.

"Candi, please understand…"

"But I love you, Tom!"

"And I care for you too, Candi. You'll always be a special part of my life."

"But?"

"But, I can't just turn it on and off. You dumped me when I needed you. Somehow, I knew that would happen. I was just living in a fairy tale world, I guess."

He was sad, but resolved. My heart could not believe that this could happen. I thought he was the one.

"That's not fair, Tom. I was afraid you were going to hurt me."

"I know. I know, Candi. I can't tell you for sure what I would have done, the way I was drinking."

"But now you're better. We can be too. I'll show you. You'll not regret it."

I moved quickly to him and we hugged. He finally got us to break the embrace. He looked into my eyes. He was tearful.

"Candi…Candi. You are a wonderful, beautiful woman. You can have your pick of anyone." I was teary eyed.

"But I want you!"

"But I can't have you. You see, after I dried out, I learned a lot about myself in therapy. I left the love of my life. I know you can't…I mean, please try and understand. Sally and I…"

Sally. Sally. Sally. Somehow, I thought…I mean I thought he'd pick me. What could possibly be better about her. I just didn't get it. I knew I could make him happier. I just stood there listening, trying to figure it out.

"…were in love for years. It was based on a strong relationship. She was everything, and I was hoping to grow old with her. Maybe even start a family someday. I didn't think that I would lose her. I didn't know what it would be like without her. I was a fool…"

"What about us, Tom? We had a child together. Doesn't that mean anything? You said you loved me."

"Yes, I know. I know I did, and I'm sorry. I'm forever sorry, anymore, it seems. And I'm sick of it!"

He looked like he wanted to hold me but couldn't. I know I wanted him to pull me into his strong arms again and tell me everything was going to be all right. What could I say? What could I do?

"Candi, you're a wonderful woman, and I've never had anyone as sexual as you."

"There's nothing wrong with sex, Tom. We were great in bed."

"Yes, we were. But it can't all be sex. It's not healthy. I mean we had more, I think, but my mind was lost in sex and lies. I know you're confused, but it makes so much sense to me now."

"Are you going back to Sally, then? Back to no sex?"

"Candi," he said so intensely in a softer voice. "It really wasn't Sally's fault. I was happy, truly happy with her."

"Until I came along? Is that how you see me, Tom? I never told you to leave her for me. I was a friend and lover to you."

He had a sad look on his face. He stared away for a moment and started to cry. I held him.

"Yes, you were. I don't blame you Candi. It's my fault. I've messed us all up."

"Then you'll go back to Sally?"

"I don't see how. I don't think Sally could ever trust me again. Do you? I don't even trust myself right now. I'm not ready for a relationship at this point in my life. Without Sally, I'm so lost. We should take your last request of me and just remain friends. Can you do that Candi? Can you do that…for me?"

We stepped apart and I wiped my tears. He wiped his while handing me a handkerchief.

"Thank you."

"Well…"

"I'll try, Tom." I looked into his sad eyes. He started to smile somewhat.

"I just don't think we should…"

"I said I'll try, Tom. That's the best I can do."

"Thank you, Candi."

We both parted that day and it really had an effect on my mind. I was almost in a daze. I had never felt this way. Weren't we in love? I've never felt that way about any other.

I took a few days off and cried a lot. It took me a month before I started dating. It wasn't quite the same. I was hoping Tom would eventually come around.

I saw Tom a few times at lunch and we'd speak in passing. He clearly kept his distance. Sometimes he even came in with another women. Of course, I saw other men. It was just awkward. 

We tried to remain friends, but in the end, we couldn't be close. It was just too weird. We still talked sometimes, though, and he has helped me with a broken pipe or two. I miss him.

One day I ran into Sally at the mall. Amazingly, we were civil. I was hoping not to have to curse at the woman in public. She walked up to me.

"Candi?"

"Sally?"

"How's Tom?"

"Don't you know? I haven't seen him for a while…I mean except maybe in passing."

"Oh? I thought you two 'love birds' would be married by now." 

Sarcastic bitch! She almost had a smirk on her face.

"Are you kidding? You can't tie me down that easily." 

I wanted to cry. I pretended to laugh. I'm sure she enjoyed hearing that Tom didn't marry me.

"You two are not sleep…I mean dating, then?"

She knew how to twist my nipples the wrong way. She wasn't letting up. I have never been so uncomfortable. I hoped it didn't show. 

"Well no, Sally. Do you want his number?"

"No thanks. We are meeting soon though…to talk about the affair. You know," she said looking down her nose at me. "To air out dirty laundry and all."

She stressed "laundry" like I was dirty or something. My anger was building. I'm sure my face showed it. I was so close to spouting adjectives at her and no one in the mall would want to hear what I had in mind. I clenched my teeth.

"We'll if you ever need help in the bedroom, old lady, I can give you a pointer or two." I laughed.

"Well, if you're into old men, maybe I can introduce you to one or two." She laughed. 

"Oh Sally, I AM NOT into old men and you know it. Get a life!"

"Oh, I had one and you couldn't keep your paws off him. And by the way, my life? Well, it doesn't involve other women's husbands!"

"And I didn't steal yours! Tom would have never have come looking for me, if you had just spread your legs more than once every full moon. Did you ever think about that? I even told you that day at my house and you wouldn't listen. Tom has needs."

"You don't know what you're talking about. The only need you seem to think you understand is sex. Love is more than that; and, Tom needed more than that."

"Yeah. Well," I growled and clenched my teeth. 

I don't know what kept me from slapping her into next Tuesday. Jail? I don't know. I couldn't wait to leave. I then, spoke as we walked away from each other.

"Well, I've got to go." 

"Me too."

"Sally."

"Candi."

"Bitch!"

"Whore!"

Epilog:

I don't know what to tell you about Tom. I haven't seen him for a while. He seems to have taken a business trip or something. I don't get a lot of info anymore.

I am still dating and hopeful that I will find the right man for me. Someone like Tom would be nice. I can't believe that didn't work out. That didn't help my ego any. Oh well…Such is life, I suppose.

I don't know if Sally was truthful about the "meeting" or not. I haven't heard. I hope, if they do, that Tom doesn't let Sally run all over on him. I've got to call him and ask. I have tried a few times but couldn't get in touch. I wish I could be there, if it happens…well, maybe not.

The End