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Payback Ch. 02

By: chasten



Chapter 02 - Karen

I woke up the next morning feeling quite wiped out. It wasn't exactly a hangover but my body certainly didn't want to move too quickly. Rolling over, I saw that Mike was up and out of the room. I lay back and thought about how I felt, both physically and emotionally.

Somewhere along the way, I had gotten over the anger at Mike toying with me using that video. I knew it had never, even for a moment, been a justifiable anger--given what I had done to him, I had no leg to stand on. However, that hadn't stopped me from feeling it; the mind isn't always fair. 

But it was gone now. In its place was relief...a lot of relief...that our relationship appeared like it would survive, plus a hefty dollop of embarrassment as my mind started to replay some of what had happened the night before.

I had picked my moment well, I thought. It was early for dinner and there were only a couple of customers in the restaurant. No one was looking our way when I slipped into the men's room, pulling Mike in quickly after me and locking us in the last stall.

Mike was ready, his eyes lit with excitement as I knelt down in front of him, my fingers going to the fastenings of his pants. I fumbled with them a bit, my hands shaking I was so nervous; the gin and tonic I had all but chugged was doing so little to calm my nerves at this point.

He made a small sound--half sigh, half moan--as I slid my mouth down around him, held him there for a second, then gave him what he wanted: lips firm, tongue soft and sliding along the underside. It didn't take long. 

I held him in my mouth until I felt the tension ease from his body, swallowed and looked up at him, "Well, did that take the edge off?"

"Yes," he gulped, "that instruction was definitely completed." I grinned back and him and made a show of licking my lips just to see him laugh.

As we went to leave, I asked him, "Tell me when the coast is clear."

Mike looked back at me and I knew what was coming before he opened his mouth. "Take your chances," he said and walked out the door.

Donny saw me come out. I must have turned forty shades of red as a knowing grin stretched across his face. But, "Can I get either of you another drink?" was all he said.

Oh yes, another drink was definitely needed.

* * *

The days passed. It wasn't like everything was magically fixed. We were still trying to figure out, not only how to make a new marriage work, but also how to get beyond something that had almost destroyed that marriage before it started.

Some days, we had near misses.

"Mike, I'll be home kinda late on Friday. Janice is quitting and we're taking her out for dinner and drinks after work."

"How late?" he asked.

"I don't know, maybe 10:00 or 11:00, depending on how good a time it is? We're not meeting until 7:00 to give everyone time to get there and you know some will be late."

"Who's going?" he asked.

"Oh, just some of the girls from the office," I replied without thinking.

He hands stopped what they were doing with the coffee maker; he was quiet for a second, his eyes looking at me steadily, considering. "Sure, have fun," he said.

My brain kicked into gear as I realized the subtext this conversation might be having for him, probably was having for him. "Oh, Mike, you can come along with us, if you'd like. It just happens to be some girls; it's not a Girls Night Out thing. You'd be perfectly welcome and I'd enjoy you being there. It wouldn't surprise me if some of the others dragged people along."

The skeleton crawled back into the closet. "No, I don't really know any of them. Go ahead. Call me for a ride if you need one."

* * *

I didn't push him to talk about things. I knew he needed to get over his anger in his own way.

* * *

Some days were good.

We were in town one day when the car picked up a nail in one tire. They were run-flats, no spare, so we drove over to the tire center to get a new one.

The manager told us, "I can do it, but it's a busy day. It'll be a couple hours if you plan on waiting."

"No problem. We'll just take a cab home and then come back in your car," he said to me.

Mike opened the rear door on the passenger side, then stepped back and gestured me in. "Why don't you slide in behind the driver?" he asked. I looked at him and we both burst into laughter that continued through the afternoon.

We took a cab when we left the restaurant that night. Mike handed me in on the passenger side--between the spike heels and several gin and tonics I had in me, I needed it--then got in behind the driver. I saw him look forward a moment, then he said, "Hang on, she has shorter legs; let me switch sides with her." He jumped out, ran around and I scooted over.

"Where to, folks?" asked the driver.

"It's a beautiful night. Can you just take us for a drive out by the lake?" Mike replied.

"Sure thing."

"Oh, and that's a good song. Can you turn the radio up just a trifle?"

We drove along companionably for a few minutes, heading out of the downtown. Then Mike leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Did the vibrator feel good?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"But you didn't come, did you?"

I hadn't. It had felt more than just good but, each time I got close, I felt the weight of eyes in the room and couldn't go that last bit. I shook my head.

"Well," he said, "I looked and the driver can't quite see you in the rear view mirror, just the edge of your face. If you lean toward your window just a little, like you're looking out, you'll be almost invisible. Do that and we'll drive until you do come."

The only thought I had was, "Oh my God!" I felt the vibrator flick back on. 

"If the vibrator is enough, that's fine. If not, use your fingers. I'll be enjoying the show while I chat with our good driver here."

"Oh, and Karen, the instruction is that this ride should not cost me too much money."

If, a few months ago, anyone had told me that I'd be riding in the back of a cab, my dress slid up to the top of my thighs, my hand slid in through the leg my panties, while my husband watched and made small talk with a stranger up front, I'd have called them a lunatic.

As the shudders finally wracked through my body, my middle finger pressed hard, practically biting my lips to muffle any sound whatsoever, my husband's eyes locked amusedly on mine while the front of his pants showed how much he liked what he saw, I knew I'd have been wrong.

* * *

The weeks passed. Our friends started coming back into our lives. Katie and I were already getting together; I saw the others a bit more. I even ran into Patrice at a party. She stared at me, stricken. 

Finally, she said, "I can't tell you how sorry I am," and walked off, almost ran. I didn't know how to react to her, whether I was still angry or not, so I let her go. That relationship needed a bit more time, I thought.

Sophie, of course, was nowhere around. She and Herb had split as Mike thought. I could tell Herb was a bit uncomfortable around me, usually finding some excuse to get together with Mike when I wasn't around. Mike mentioned he was doing pretty well, occasionally dating some woman named Teri, but I hadn't met her, yet.

"What happened between him and Sophie?" I asked.

"It was pretty wild." He thought for a moment. "But I'm not so sure I should talk about it. Give him some time, maybe he'll tell you himself. He's feeling awkward around you. You were part of that whole blow-up which caught him as much as it caught us and, while he knows you weren't the real culprit, you bring it all back to him."

So, I made sure to smile at Herb but always find something else I needed to be doing when he came over. One day, he came into the kitchen while I was doing dishes.

"Karen, what do you plan to do about Sophie?" he asked abruptly.

I was a bit startled. "What do you mean?"

"Well, she drugged you. What do you want to do about that?"

I thought for a moment. "Well, honestly? When I'm really angry, I'd like to pay some crackhead to give her a taste of her own medicine. When I'm calmed down, I'd like to kick her ass and then have her arrested and thrown into jail."

He grimaced, "I guess that's expected."

"But, when I think about reality, it's her word against mine. I don't have any blood tests showing the drug in my system. I didn't know to have them run a test for it. Yeah, Patrice was a witness. But, in truth, I don't know whether I want to have everyone know what happened. I think I'd end up hurting myself more...and Mike...by making this a legal thing. He doesn't deserve people talking behind his back about who he married."

"So, bottom line? If I ever see her, I'm going to smack that phony smile right off her face and then get an alibi from every one of you guys. Otherwise, I'm going to do nothing."

He relaxed. "OK. I'll be honest, too. I'm glad that's the way you feel. I didn't really want everyone talking about me behind my back, either, when it went to court. But, if you wanted to go that route, I'd owe it to you and to Mike to back you."

"Thanks, Herb," I smiled at him. "You talked to Mike about this?"

"Yeah, he said it was your call. Anyway," he looked around awkwardly, "I'll talk to you later." And he went back to avoiding me a bit.

Time. It'll heal.

* * *

Some days were not so good.

"I got tested for STDs right after I found out," Mike said at breakfast one day. "Angie told me you had, also--I was too mad to ask you. I think we should have another set of tests to be safe."

"I'll have as many as you want, Mike. I've had three already," I said. "Angie took me to the clinic the day after, when we said we were out shopping. I was hysterical thinking I had brought something home. I didn't know what you could pick up from oral sex, even when the guy doesn't...you know...finish in your mouth. I kept imagining all sorts of horrors." I paused for a second. "The people at the clinic certainly cured my ignorance, telling me about herpes, chlamydia, gonorrhea...there were a lot on the list. Even more if there was a cut or sore in my mouth, which there wasn't...they looked for those. They scared me good."

"Anyway, I had another test when we got back from St. Maarten and then another set just a little while ago, since things like HIV can take a while to show up. The doctor said the chances of it from oral sex are pretty small, but that it can take as long as three months to be certain."

He was silent for a moment, thinking. "OK, I'll go myself then and we can get a final set at three months."

It was a somber mood for the rest of the meal. I was trying hard not to cry at what might have happened...still might happen. Mike looked a little sullen. I couldn't blame him. Not a bit.

* * *

The weeks passed. 

Things got back to normal. Almost. But never quite all the way back. There were still those moments that caused the pause, the consideration, the hesitation. I didn't know what to do about it. Hell, I wasn't even sure if I could explain what it was.

It wasn't just Mike. I felt it, too. The events of that Saturday night were on my mind a lot. Not just the sexy aspects of it, though those figured into more than few horny moments. The implications of what happened were also with me.

"Mike, why did that evening go the way it did?"

"What do you mean?"

"I guess some of it surprised me." I said. "But, well, was that evening all your fantasy or was something else going on?"

"Where is this going, Karen?"

"Well...it's just that...well...I'm not quite sure how to say it."

"Just spit it out."

"OK, I would have expected you to ask me to do more stuff for you. But a lot of it seemed about me. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want!" I said hurriedly.

He didn't answer for a while. I wasn't sure he was going to. I turned back to the stove.

"It started out me just taking the free pass to have a few fantasies, things I didn't really expect would happen between us otherwise. I figured I deserved them and you probably wouldn't say no. If you had refused, it wouldn't have been a big deal but, if you were willing...well...what the hell."

"Somewhere along the way, though, another thought crept up. I started wanting to find out about what the real woman I had married was like. Obviously, she would do things I never imagined." I was glad my back was to him so he didn't see the look of hurt on my face...hurt at myself, not at him. "I guess I wanted to test some of the new boundaries. So, part of the evening became about that."

"Well, you certainly did test some boundaries!"

The late hours of that night, almost the end of the evening. We were in a private booth in the Kitty Kat, my first time ever in a 'gentlemen's club', and I was getting my second private dance. No, that's not right, I was getting MY first dance; Mike had already had one of the women dance for us together.

I had been embarrassed when we walked in and sat down at a small table near the stage in one of the rooms. It must have shown on my face, for the bartender said to me quietly as he set my drink down, "It's nice to see you, ma'am. We get a few women in here with men. In fact, we even get bachelorette parties in here once in a while, if you can believe it." 

We watched the women, topless, dancing on the stage in front of us, Mike boldly, me looking but not looking, if you know what I mean. 

"Don't we have to stick dollar bills in their thongs?" I asked, teasingly.

"Not that kind of club," he replied. 

"What do you think of her?" Mike would ask every once in a while.

Mostly I deflected or made a non-committal answer and he would turn back to watching whoever was on stage. Once, though, I said, "She doesn't act bored like the others. She might be, but she doesn't show it."

"Yes," he said and, when she walked down from the stage at the end of the next song, he called her over. "Will you dance for us?"

"Of course. Here or a private booth, sir?"

Mike handed her some folded bills. "Private booth." 

That was the first private dance. She was quite pretty up close. She was also quite naked, something I hadn't quite seen coming since the dancers on stage were only topless. "Keep your hands at your side," Mike said. "She can touch if she chooses, you cannot."

"What did you think?" he asked when the dance was done and we were back at our table.

"It was a bit exciting," I replied. "Not so much that she was a woman, but that the whole thing felt slightly forbidden."

"But did you find her attractive; did you like watching her?" he persisted.

"Well, maybe a little. Not like raging lust, but kind of like curiosity, caught up in the moment, fascinated a tiny bit...oh," I stumbled on, "I don't know!"

"Yes, you do know. Did you find it attractive to watch her?" he said the words slowly and deliberately, forcing an answer.

"Yes, OK? Women aren't my thing but, yes, I was attracted tonight! I liked it! Are you happy now?" Even as tipsy as I was, I blushed a bit. "Did you like her?"

"Sure! She can't be much more than 22, maybe 23, natural breasts, Brazilian accent, she even kissed my cheek when she was done...what's not to like?" He hugged me a bit, soothing my pout. "I'm teasing you. Have a drink. I have to hit the head; be right back."

A few minutes later, I felt a light touch on my shoulder. I turned to him...

...but it was her, the girl who had danced for us. "Your husband asked that I give you another dance, just you. Come with me?"

I hesitated...deer in the headlights.

"If you really don't want to, I'll tell him you said 'no', but he will like it and I think you will like it, too. Yes?" She reached out her hand and I felt mine reach up to take it.

So, there I was, and it was different. The first time she danced, she had danced for Mike. Both of us were there, but her moves were focused in his direction, the teases aimed at him, the man in the gentlemen's club, expected and normal.

Now, behind that semi-opaque drape, she danced with her eyes on me, only on me. I felt like every move, every caress she did on herself said, "you have a woman's body; you know what this would feel like." 

There was no denying it, no evasions. It was hot! She had been right, I was liking it. I wasn't suddenly reconsidering my sexual orientation, but I was excited by it. Really excited. Soaking excited.

And, at the end, when she leaned down to kiss me...not on the cheek...a light, quick touch on the lips, her mouth slightly parted, just the barest hint of her tongue flicking against my lip...and I felt her hand slide up and cup my breast (she can touch, you can't!), I wanted nothing more than Mike back in that booth and the curtains tied shut.

My thoughts came back to the kitchen. "Do you like what you found out that night?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. Some of it. I can't decide," he replied...truthful, but painful.

* * *

Another week,

"Mike, do you mind if I talk to a therapist?" 

He looked at me, surprised.

"If you don't want me to, if it would bother you to know I was telling things to someone, I won't do it."

"But you want to?" he asked.

"I think so."

"OK. As long as it's no one I know."

* * *

And the months rolled on. 

The therapy helped me understand some of the things bothering me, but I think Mike hit a plateau. To all appearances, we were fine: chatting, laughing, going places together. But, around the house, when we were alone, there was, every once in a while, the slight tension I could see in him if I stayed out late with friends. 

There was the time we watched a movie where the main characters, both married, both drunk, happened to fall into bed with each other and I said...too late to call back..."I'm glad they ended up together." 

"Yeah? Hmmm. I guess so." Did I imagine the faint edge to his voice? I don't think so.

The occasional "I think I need to be alone for a while" after he had a few beers.

* * *

Finally, I came back into the room with my own beer one of those times.

"We need to talk."

I could see the sadness spread across his face like oil on water. 

"What?" I said.

"Every man knows those are the worst four words in any relationship," he replied. "I assume you've decided something."

"No, no, I'm sorry," I reassured him. "Nothing bad. I just want to talk...really talk about what us. Mike, I want to know, specifically, what's bothering you?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"No, we're pretending we're fine, but we're not. Yeah, maybe we can limp through another forty or fifty years of marriage, but it won't be fine because there's something sitting between us. The trouble is, I don't know exactly what it is. Obviously I know what started it," I said quickly, "but I don't know the specific form it's taken now. So, please, just tell me."

We sipped for a while. He was looking at me, trying to decide how honest, how blunt, he could be, I imagined.

"The truth is, Karen, I thought that I could just put this all behind me, forget about it, but I was wrong."

Boy, that wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear, but I kept myself still.

"I can come close, but can't quite go all the way. Knowing the situation, knowing what Sophie did, what happened with Patrice, I'm not blaming you anymore. But that doesn't mean that the little voice in the back of my head shuts up. I don't feel secure."

He was silent for a long time. I just let him be, let him gather his thoughts.

"At the bottom of it all is that I don't believe alcohol...or drugs...really changes a person. Yeah, they knock down inhibitions, and something like a roofie can make you unable to act, but I don't think they give you a new personality. Getting drunk doesn't make a non-violent person violent. If they get violent when they're drunk, I think it means there was violence somewhere inside of them, even though you can't see it when they're sober. It's all carefully controlled by the behavior they were taught growing up and manners they've learned all their life, but it's there inside them all the same, waiting to come out when things are right."


Payback Ch. 02



"Feeling that way, what am I to think about what happened? Hell, Karen, there's nothing I want so much as for us to get past this. And I'm not sitting here thinking that you're running around behind my back all the time. Really, I'm not. But, I cannot convince myself that some part of you wasn't OK with this. And that means it could happen again. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow. But, someday--I don't know--maybe you're feeling like you're not so young anymore, and maybe we've had a big fight or something..." I could see the haunted look in his eyes as he said this.

"That's the problem, Karen."

It was my turn to be silent a moment. I didn't need to gather my thoughts; I needed to gather my courage.

"Mike, please let me finish what I'm about to say and don't convict me on the first sentence. OK?" 

He nodded. 

I took a deep breath. "I agree with you; what I did that night wasn't some strange alteration of my personality." I saw it hit him, almost like a physical blow. I went on quickly, wanting to get it out before I saw hate...or something...start to appear in his eyes. "BUT...!"

"I'm not going to cheat on you again and I'll tell you why."

I caught his eyes with mine and held them. "I mean that. It's not going to happen."

"How do you know?" he asked.

"Because, sweetie, I got into that situation because I didn't know about that part of me inside, and because I was careless. I do know it now. I know it quite clearly. And, knowing it, I don't give it a chance to happen again. You said it yourself, we learn behavior as we live...we learn what kind of people we want to be as adults. The kind of person I want to be doesn't do this."

"Think of an alcoholic. They know that they can't afford to take a drink, so they don't put themselves in situations where that might become an option. I know what I might do in certain situations, so I refuse to put myself in them. It took a lot of alcohol, some drugs and a ton of outside pressure to get past the good behavior that is the adult me, the sober me. I made sure I memorized that point and now, unless you're there, I stop way short it. Waaayyy short."

"I don't let myself get that drunk--ask my friends, they'll tell you Karen is a slow drinker now. I make sure I always know where my drink came from and what's in it. And, most importantly, I don't keep that kind of company anymore."

"Sweetie, I look at it that I have to be totally comfortable with you walking in us anywhere I go, that I'll never see a look of doubt if you do. And, quite frankly, it's perfectly OK with me if you show up. I want...I think we need...you to trust me with going out with the girls sometimes but, until you are, you're welcome to check in once in a while."

He looked a bit skeptical. "Until that time when we have a huge fight and you're furious and hate me and you want to hit back?"

"Mike, babe, listen to me. I have an inkling of what my cheating did to you. I can tell you one thing for certain. If we ever reach the point where I hate you so much that I'd be willing to destroy you as a person, then cheating won't be an issue because I guarantee we will have already divorced long before that point. It's not going to be a weapon...ever!"

He was silent for a while. "Even if I accept that, Karen, there's still the part of me...call it stupid male ego, if you want...that can't deal with a wife who wants to cheat deep down inside, no matter how much she keeps herself from doing it, even if it never happens again. I think just knowing that is too much."

I laughed softly, "Oh, babe, cheating wasn't what that part of me wanted. I know I DID cheat, but that was...I don't know how to put it...just a side-effect. Other parts of me got going and that happened because I was unprepared, because I wasn't thinking."

"Look...well...fuck, this is hard to say...give me a moment..." I paused.

"What I like, Mike, is to be pushed. I want...well, I guess you'd say I'm a tiny bit of a submissive."

I rushed on, cheeks flaming. "Not a whips and collars, 'eat me, beat me, treat me rough' type of submissive, just someone who wants the other person to make the decisions and tell them what to do."

"It's taken a few months of talking it over with someone, but I can't deny it. Deep down inside of me, there's someone more sexually adventurous than what you see everyday. Unfortunately, she's all wrapped up in 26 years of 'good girl' morality--morality that makes me feel a bit too guilty to just let myself do...or even think too much about...certain, umm, things."

"It's like I want to do those things, but don't have the nerve to actually go ahead on my own. When someone else pushes me into something, somehow that guilt is lessened enough that I can do them, even enjoy them. It's why that night with you turned me on like nothing else has ever done. I didn't have to feel any guilt because you were in charge and responsible for what I did. At least, in my mind you were."

"Can you understand that? Am I making any sense at all? Or, am I embarrassing myself for no reason." I asked. 

I kept talking to cover my discomfort. "Not really weird things: I'm not into water sports or hurting people but, just...you know...things. The risk of getting caught, even actually getting caught, they excited me. I guess there's an exhibitionist in there. That time with the dancer--it wasn't that she was a woman, it was the pushing of my comfort zone that got me so hot. Just, you know, things."

"And these 'things' include taking another man into your bed? You want me to push you into that? A little two-on-one action or maybe just cuckolding?" he asked with an edge.

I looked down. "No. Absolutely no."

"I'll be honest, Mike. Before... If we had figured out all of this on our own before... And, if you had some fantasy about me with another guy... Well, then I might have gone along if you asked me to do it. I don't know...probably. But, it would have been because you wanted it. I've thought a lot about this...a LOT...and I didn't cheat with that guy because I have a cheating fantasy. I cheated because someone was pushing me, which is what I like, and I was so fucked up I forgot it wasn't you."

"And now, even those 'ifs' are not enough. Having another guy is now so wrapped up in pain for me that it's beyond my limits. Even if you really wanted it...and I know you don't...it's not something I think I can do."

We sat there in silence for a long time after that, sipping our beers. I'm not sure what he was thinking about. I was thinking about what I had said: the risk of getting caught, even actually getting caught.

We left the Kitty Kat and were standing in the parking lot. 

"The night's almost over, Karen. Have you had fun?"

"Yes," I said. "What happens now? Are we getting a cab?"

"Well," he replied, "in a way that's up to you. The last instruction of the night is this." He handed me a cocktail napkin, folded up. I turned to the light a bit and opened it.

"To end the evening, I want YOU to find something beyond your comfort zone. That's what we'll do."

I looked at it a while, thinking. I looked at Mike. It was scary, making myself do something that I didn't quite want to do, but I wasn't going to cheat on this one, not after how erotic this evening had been for me, not after I promised. Mike just waited.

I took his hand and we walked over to the small park on the corner. I sat him down in a bench that faced away from the street, in the shadow of a tree but not hidden behind anything. I reached under my dress and pulled my panties off. "Unzip your pants," I said. 

I put my knees on either side of him and lowered myself down, sliding him into me effortlessly, I was soaking wet. "My instruction to you is to take as long as you want," I breathed and began to move slowly up and down. I allowed my breasts to touch his face. He reached up to pull the neckline open a bit, but I pushed his hands back, reached up and pulled my dress down my shoulders a bit, enough to allow my breasts to come free to his mouth, never stopping my movement.

Watching the cars going by, wondering how many caught a glimpse of me fucking my husband out in the open, hoping not too many.

A man came down the street, a late night dog walker. I didn't stop moving. The motion must have caught his eye, for he paused, his eyes searching a bit, then he froze, didn't move on, his eyes fixed on me, just watching.

I caught my breath, half mortified, but I didn't drop my eyes or pull up my dress or change what I was doing.

"Is someone there?" Mike asked.

"Yes," I said, never pausing in my movements.

We continued on for a few minutes, a strange ménage a trois, and then Mike's breath started to quicken. I kept the same unhurried pace until his hands locked on my ass and I felt his body start to shake with the intensity of his orgasm. I put my hands on either side of his face and, ignoring the stranger, stared directly into Mike's eyes as he came, milking him with my body until he suddenly pinned me motionless, too sensitive for me to continue.

A minute passed, "Where is he?"

"He's gone," I replied. "Let's call a cab."

* * *

Months later. The specter of the three month test finally lifted. We were happier; Mike had moved off his plateau and things were going to be OK. There was just one final thing.

"Mike?"

"Yeah, hon?"

"We have to talk, again. There, five words this time...is that better?"

He grinned, looked a bit nervous, but put down the paper.

"Babe, I think we're doing well. I think we're getting past things pretty much. Do you agree?"

"Yes," he said, "I guess so. Don't you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Seeing the therapist really helped me. I've just been thinking. I know you feel more secure now, like things are never going to get out of hand again, but I don't think it would hurt to try to make things even more certain."

"You want me to go to a therapist with you?" he asked.

"Well, not quite. Remember I told you that inner Karen was more adventurous and wanted to do things but outer Karen was too inhibited? Well, I think we should make sure that inner Karen doesn't build up too much pressure and cause a problem."

"Mike, we have nothing planned this Saturday. I think you should decide what we're doing and then tell me."



Payback Ch. 02



Chapter 02—Getting On with Life

7 MONTHS AFTER GEORGE'S ARREST

Life was good once more. I still missed Patty sometimes but that ship had sailed. I suppose; no I know what I missed most about Patty was the companionship and sex. If truth was told I had been getting pretty tired of Patty's disrespect and sour temper even before I had caught her fucking what I thought were my two best friends. I knew Joe was an asshole and had the ethics and morals of a snake but damn, I just never in my wildest dreams thought he would fuck the wife of his best friend. 

For a couple months after the divorce I was not the easiest person to live with but in truth much of that evil temper I carted around was over the disrespect and even the vandalism to my father's store and my home by my so called friends. Well, at least I was pretty sure they were the ones who had done it, perhaps at Patty's request. Unfortunately the Police were never able to find the perpetrators. The one bright spot in my life at that time other than my family was my friend Glenda.

Glenda and I had dated occasionally in high school but more as friends than because we thought of the other as a potential mate. We had lived close together; played together from the time we were toddlers and many times studies together. Truthfully we were much too close to cross that emotional line and try to become more than good friends. Even during my divorce I thought of Glenda as a pillar of strength, a great companion and good listener when I wanted to vent about my problems. Besides, she understood what I was going through because she had been there. She also knew what an asshole Joe was. He was her ex! As close as we were however, we never thought about becoming lovers.

I had been there for her when she and Joe had divorced and she was there for me during my time of pain. We also had a business relationship because she sold Real Estate and I built houses. I bought my first piece of property through her and made sure she was the listing agent for all property I sold. She was also the rental agent for the few properties I rented.

After my divorce she was almost hurt terribly when George, another of our friends and classmates found out I had let his wife know he had been fucking Patty, my ex. He came to my house while Glenda was there chastising me for upsetting Susan. I had just explained why Susan had been so upset when a drunken George came barreling into my driveway and crashed his truck into her car. 

After he stopped George broke down my front door and destroyed items in my home with a tire iron as he went from room to room hunting me. We were fighting on the patio when Glenda said something to infuriate George even more. He stepped toward her and swung the tire iron. Thankfully he didn't connect fully but it tore her blouse and left a pretty nasty looking scrape and cut across her abdomen.

After the police had arrested George and taken pictures and statements Glenda and I were exhausted. We sat on my couch and had a couple of drinks while we unwound. Glenda fell asleep there and I carefully carried her into my guest room, removed her shoes and covered her. She smiled gently and sighed while I was doing that. I staggered back to my bedroom and lay across my own bed. I fell asleep with the light on and slept straight through. Neither of us cleaned up that night we were so tired.

The next day I was awakened when my parents and George's wife Susan came into my house hunting me. They found me standing behind the door to my bedroom where I had hidden in case yet another upset person had broken into my home to attack me. I was holding my trusty souvenir ball bat. It was the one I had used to hit a grand slam home run that won my high school the state pennant my senior year.

Mom and Dad were upset when they saw I could barely move my left arm and Susan was crying and apologizing when Glenda walked up behind them. We hadn't cleaned Glenda's injury the night before. In fact, I wasn't even aware she had been cut until I saw the bloody blouse that morning. Mom and Susan made a fuss over Glenda and marched her to the bathroom to clean her injury. After they were done, Glenda and I guided them down the hallway and filled them in on the previous night's activities. Mother and Susan got busy and made lunch for us all. While they were doing that first I, then Glenda cleaned up. I gave her one of my shirts to wear since her blouse was trashed. She put on the same skirt she had been wearing.

After my guests left Glenda and I sat on my patio under the old growth oak trees and looked over the small stream running through my property. It was dusk and we could see a couple of deer come out of cover and begin grazing. We were sitting in a large padded swing and without thinking I slid slightly closer to her, put my right arm around her and pulled her closer. She looked up at me and smiled.

I smiled back at Glenda and said, "How do you feel now? Does your stomach hurt where that asshole hit you?"

Glenda smiled up at me and said, "Not much. It is more of a pulling from the scab and a little burning occasionally. What about you? Your arm is still swollen and I can tell you can't use it very well. We really should have taken you to the doctor you know. I was so scared when he came after you and hit you so hard. When you fell I was sure he would kill you like he threatened."

I could tell from the look in her eyes that she had been truly worried about me. I watched her closely and somehow, her face changed. It got somehow softer and her eyes glistened more some way. I never realized when I moved but I found myself leaning down and I gave her a gentle kiss. Glenda turned more toward me and I felt her arm go around my neck as she pulled me down and held my lips against hers.

Finally we broke the second kiss and leaned back, still looking at each other. I think we were both shocked by what we had done. I know I was. I felt my face tighten and I started to apologize. Glenda said, "Shhhh." She put her fingers on my lips and continued, "Don't say it Stan. I don't know where that came from but..."

We sat looking over the stream, our thighs gently touching until it was too dark to see that far any longer. My stomach growled and we both laughed. I stood and reached out to help Glenda get up. "I'm hungry and I don't feel like cooking. What say we trip down to Sam's and get a burger?"

Glenda argued some about doing that but in the end she agreed to go. Except for our aches and pains and the steady stream of friends and acquaintances coming to our table to check on our health the meal was very pleasant. We talked and even laughed together more than we ever had in the past. I could feel the difference in our relationship but still I did not think of Glenda as anything other than a really, really good friend. 

Finally, about 9:30 p.m. Glenda leaned back in her seat and said, "Stan I hate to be a party pooper but we really need to get out of here. Tomorrow's Monday and we both have to work. I need to get back home and do some laundry too. I can't believe I came to your house Saturday night and we have spent the entire night and day together. I didn't get hardly any of my weekend chores done."

The next three days were pretty rough on me. I never did go to the doctor for my arm and it hurt like fury every time I used it. Late Wednesday I was trying to help a crew raise a long wall for the current house we were building. One of the brace boards slipped and grazed my arm. I felt an excruciating pain go through it and this time I could barely move it. My foreman took me to the hospital this time. I was almost in tears from the pain.

The emergency room doctor gave me hell when he saw me. He told me I was lucky I hadn't injured myself permanently. My arm was severely bruised and I had a serious fracture. They also worried about blood clots and in addition to splinting my arm they gave me some medication to reduce clots. He put me in the hospital overnight for observation. Between the pain pills and being super tired I just went to sleep after they got me into a room. I never thought of calling my parents or even Glenda. I had sent my foreman home telling him I would call one of them to get me when the doctors were done with me. No one knew, therefore, that I was in hospital.

Thursday morning about 10:30 my foreman called my parents to talk to me. He told mother he had been trying to get me on the phone for over an hour and I didn't answer my home phone or my cell. He asked, "What time did you get him out of the hospital. He must really be sleeping hard if he can't answer the phone!"

Mother came unglued at that and informed him they had not gotten me out of the hospital. He told her that I must have called Glenda then because I had told him I would call one or the other. He also explained why he had taken me there. Mother told him she would check on me and get back with him. As soon as she hung up she called Glenda at work and I became the proud 'owner' of two scared, worried, PISSED OFF women. After she called my father to let him know what was going on she took off for the hospital.

Glenda arrived at the hospital about five minutes before my mother because she was at work and didn't have as far to drive. She came screaming into my room yelling at me and crying at the same time. She rushed to my bed and balled her fists up. She looked down at me and began yelling, "You ASSHOLE! Why didn't you call me or your mother? We've been worried sick ever since Harry called your mother trying to find you.

I looked up at Glenda in shock, and then I felt my face burn from embarrassment. I said, "Oh, Crap! It was almost eleven before they finished with me. They had given me some pain medication then decided they needed to keep me overnight. I was drifting in and out of it and I just totally forgot. Crap, I'm sorry Glen."

I saw my mother standing just behind Glenda when I said that and she said, "You're going to be even sorrier if you ever do something like this again. You have half the town worried to death right now son. If Glenda doesn't beat some sense into you I will. Now how are you feeling?"

About that time I realized Glenda was holding my hand and looking down at me with a strange, almost loving look on her face. The three of us talked more then Glenda had to leave because she had a showing. Mother decided she needed to make a few phone calls to let people know I was ok.

Before mother got back into the room my doctor came by and released me. Mom took me home and made sure I was comfortable. She fixed me a pot of her delicious cream of chicken soup for supper then left to go back home.

I was eating my supper when I heard the doorbell ringing. I was slow getting up and moving to the living room and before I got there I heard a loud pounding on the door and Glenda was yelling. "Stan are you OK? Dammit answer the door or say something. ARE you ok?"

I finally got the door open and she stood there with a scared look on her face. She brushed past me and said, "Dammit what's the matter with you? Can't you answer the door or at least tell me you're coming? I was scared something had happened!"

I calmed Glenda down and apologized then invited her to come have some soup while I finished my supper. Over our meal we calmed even more and began visiting like old friends do. We both relaxed and things were almost back to the way they had been but there was still something...

I was so tired after the hot soup. I began yawning and could hardly hold my head up. I had taken a pain pill when I began my meal and I suppose it was making me tired. Glenda saw I was almost out on my feet and insisted I go to bed. It was a little after eight by then so I let her bully me into doing that. I don't even remember covering up that night.

I woke early the next morning, Friday, and got up. I normally sleep nude but I found I still had my briefs on that morning. I stripped them off and started for the shower. Before I got there I decided to make coffee so I could have a cup as soon as I finished cleaning up. I was standing at the kitchen counter when I heard the patio door slide open. I turned toward the sound and heard a gasp. I felt my heart leap with fear then I felt my face heat up. Glenda was standing in the door staring at my naked form.

Glenda turned away from me and began stammering. She said, "OH GOD! I'm sorry Stan. I should have knocked but I saw the light on in the bathroom and there wasn't a light here so I... Your mother and I talked last night after I put you to bed and decided I would check on you before I went into the office. She gave me a key to your back door and I was going to make you breakfast. I'm sorry!"

"Ok Glen. No harm done I suppose but unless you want another eye full you need to turn around again. I had started to shower and decided to make coffee first so I just came in like I was. Why don't you sit down and when I get done we can have some coffee before we decide on breakfast."

When I returned from my shower I had put on a T-Shirt and docker shorts. I was going to the work sites today but didn't plan on working so dressed to be as cool as I could. I found Glenda sitting on the patio watching the mist rise from the small stream as the newly risen sun's rays slanted down through it. I got a cup of coffee and joined her. She just looked up at me and smiled. Neither of us said anything for a short time then she looked over at me and said, "God Stan it's so beautiful and peaceful here. I'm so jealous of you. I wish I had the money to buy this when I sold it to you and now I want it even more. You've got the most perfect home here."

"Yeah, I know. I wouldn't give this up for anything. I came so close to losing it too. Patty insisted on a Pre Nuptial agreement before the marriage to protect her savings and potential inheritance. She had her attorney leave out protection for me and I didn't catch it. My father caught the fact the agreement only protected her and sent me to an attorney who advised me to include wording in it to protect my pre marriage property like she did hers. If I hadn't done that, she might very well have either got this place or I might have been forced to sell it during the divorce."

I think Glenda saw the change in me when I began talking about the divorce again. She reached out and placed her hand on mine then said, "I'm sorry Stan. I didn't mean to bring back bad memories. I know how easy it is to slip back into those feelings of anger and hurt. It took me over a year to be able to think about Joe and our divorce without getting angry and hurt again. What's it been for you? About six months?"

"No Glen, around seven since the divorce was granted and only about five from when it was final. I still want to get even with that witch and her friends and family. Sometimes I find myself thinking of ways I can hurt them all like I was hurt. I am so glad you and some of my other friends talked me out of what I was planning earlier but I still need some payback."

"You know, I wonder now, remembering the way her first Pre Nuptial agreement was worded and how angry she and her father got when I changed it...I wonder if she and maybe even he didn't want to get their hands on my families and my property. I was so convinced she loved me and was trustworthy but now, looking back..."

"You remember how Patty was in school and college. She was a flirt and put out more than most of you girls did. I guess I was just like most of the guys. I fell for the pretty face and fine body. I was sure after she said she was mine that she was solely mine. SHIT, now I wonder if she EVER quit fucking around and if she was just using me like she used to use her other boyfriends. You know she was always an expensive date and if you didn't give her a GREAT gift for special occasions it took forever to get back in her good graces. I think her picture should be used in the definition of 'high maintenance'.

Glenda looked over at Stan and squeezed his hand. "I know how you feel Stan. Joe was sort of like that. He always wanted more toys. We didn't have much money when we were married because we were young and just starting out in life. I wasn't selling much real estate and he didn't make much working as a framer for his first company. I was always arguing with him because he bought luxuries before we paid our bills and bought food. A time or two I had to borrow money from my parents to buy food or pay utility bills. He was always cashing his pay check and drinking a lot of it up on paydays."

"Now you sit while I go fix some breakfast. It's almost 7:30 and we both need to get to work soon."

Stan leaned back from his empty plate and said, "Glen that was great. I thought Mom made delicious omelets but this one made hers look like a beginner's first attempt. Now let's get our butts in gear and get to work. Leave the dishes and I'll take care of them tonight."

"NO! It won't take long to put them in the dishwasher and I refuse to leave dirty dishes lying around. If you have to go now do it. It won't take me five minutes to clean up here."

Stan sighed and moved to help Glenda. In less than five minutes they were done and going out the door. She had parked in the center of the driveway. He opened her car door for her and as she started to get in, without thinking, Stan leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss.

Glenda gasped and stepped back. Her eyes were almost frightened when he looked down into them. Stan hadn't even realized what he had done until she had that reaction. "Oh, Shit Glen. I'm sorry. I just...Hell, I didn't even think about what I was doing I just...CRAP!"

Glenda got in her car and sat looking out the window at Stan for a moment. Finally she put the key in the ignition and started it. Stan watched as she turned her head without a word or gesture and backed down his driveway. He was still standing there as she drove out of sight.

Stan didn't see or talk to Glenda the rest of the day or that weekend. He went to his parents for lunch Sunday and his mother got in his face as soon as he walked into the kitchen. She said, "Stan what did you do to Glenda Friday? I called her last night to see how things went and she began crying. She never would tell me what the problem was. I sent that girl over there to help you and if you hurt her I'll..."

"Mom I didn't do anything. We sat and talked on the patio with coffee then she made breakfast. I didn't do anything or say anything. I don't have any idea why she's upset. Are you sure she's upset with me? All I did was..."

Stan stopped talking and stared into space. His mother stepped closer to him and said, "YOU WHAT? Stan what did you do?"

"I was putting her in her car to go to work and... OH, HELL Mom, I kissed her. I apologized and she didn't say anything, she just left. I..."

Betty looked shocked then she laughed and said, "Oh, no, you didn't do anything to her did you? Well, I'm sure she'll get over that! Your father's in the den. Go on in there until I call you for lunch."

Monday evening Stan was sitting in his Den/Office working on his books and preparing bids. Unfortunately he wasn't getting much actual work done. In fact, he was staring at the computer screen and thinking. His thoughts wandered from Patty to Joe then to Patty's parents. He still wanted to do something to get even with them all for the hurt he had been put through. He would start to plan something then he would remember what Glenda had told him months ago about being a better person if he let things go and forgot, even forgave them.

When Stan's thoughts wandered on to Glenda he felt himself cheer up. His heartbeat increased and he even felt the beginnings of arousal. He frowned then shook himself and with a sigh turned back to his work.

He was working on a proposal when he had a great thought. He knew how to get even with Joe and not be totally an asshole about it! The beauty of this plan was he could also tweak Patty and her Parent's nose at the same time. Patty and Joe were living together now. Patty was only working part time as assistant manager of a convenience store. Rumor had it her parents had to help her and Joe with living expenses fairly regularly.




Payback Ch. 02



George, of course, was no problem because he had been sentenced to two to five years in prison for his actions the night he had attacked Stan and Glenda. His departure from the business he and Joe ran had put a financial strain on Joe. In the divorce Susan had gotten half of George's share of the business. Rumor had it she was causing Joe a lot of trouble because she was demanding her share of the profits in cash immediately as soon as the money came in. She was in position to make sure Joe didn't cheat her either because she was the business's accountant.

Joe was running tight because he had to pay for more help since George was not there to do his job. They had been a two man handyman and small construction/remodeling business, only hiring extra help on larger or rush jobs. With the added labor and Susan keeping track of all his expenses and bank accounts good old Joe was having trouble cutting the wide swath as he was used to. All Stan had to do was ramp up his small sideline of handyman and fixit business. He could undercut Joe on prices, make sure the work was better and drive him out of business. He smiled and went back to work.

The next morning Stan called the foreman of his remodeling and repair crew into his office. He explained he wanted to expand in that area and gave him instructions to make sure the jobs were done faster than the bid time. He also instructed him to go the extra mile by doing a little extra free of charge. Stan told him he would bid the jobs close and to take all the new work he could get. He promised if more employees were needed he would pull crews from new construction until they could hire qualified help. Stan smiled when he said that because he knew where the help might come from. When they got to where they needed more employees in that area he would just offer Joe's best part time men a little higher salary to work for him.

After his foreman left Stan picked up the phone and made a call. "Susan," he said when the phone was answered. "Susan, this is Stan. I have an idea I want to run past you. Can we meet for lunch?"

At lunch Stan explained his plans to Susan. At first she was upset, even a little scared. "Damn you Stan you can't do that! I am barely making ends meet now and if you ruin the business I'll lose part of my income. Hell, I might even lose my house! You can't do this to me. Haven't you done enough already?"

Stan was shocked at first then he began to smile. When Susan saw Stan's smile she became more angry and snarled through her tears, "You asshole. You really don't care who you hurt if you can get even with Joe and George do you?" She started to get up from her chair as tears fell from her eyes.

Stan reached out and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her toward him and said, "Susan, wait. I didn't realize... I'm sorry but I think I might have an idea. I don't want to hurt you or anyone who hasn't messed with me. Please, sit back down and let me explain..."

After the meal and their discussion of his plans and Susan's fears Stan leaned back in his chair and said, "OK, if I understand everything we've talked about and agreed on we can do this. You get your current income and the chance of much, much more later. I get some satisfaction from Joe. I'll have my attorney draw up the agreement. After everything is done, you will trade your 25% share in Joe's remodeling business for a 25% share of mine. You will transfer all ownership to your share of the tools, good will and other assets and receive a pro rata share of mine. You understand we will keep separate records of the remodel section and that is the only part of my business you will share profits in. I will incorporate as three separate businesses under a holding company umbrella. We will then have the remodel division you will own 25% of and a new construction division and landscape division. I will be the President and Chief Operating Officer and you will be the Chief Financial Officer/accountant. We will not tell Joe about our agreement until absolutely necessary. Agreed?"

Susan smiled and nodded her head. It took three weeks for all the paperwork to be completed then they started operating under the new structure. Really nothing changed to the public perception. Everyone still called on Stan for bids and he was still a hands on manager. The main change was the growth of the remodel section. 

Several weeks before Stan talked with Susan Glenda had become a semi permanent fixture at his house. The night Stan and Susan made their agreement at Sam's Cellar Stan went home and found Glenda once more in his kitchen cooking supper. She was humming and flitting around his kitchen when he came into the room. He just stood with a smile on his face and watched her work. Several weeks before he had given up and gave her a key to the place. He had become embarrassed many times to arrive home later than usual and find she had either been there and left or was sitting waiting on him to return. Neither of them had taken time to define their relationship but there was definitely one there.

Many evenings they would sit in his living room and watch TV or would work on projects together in his Office. They were a couple even if they never officially accepted that fact.

Glenda finally saw Stan standing in the door and stopped flitting around. She saw him watching her and said, "What? Why are you just standing there watching me? Is something wrong?"

Stan shook himself and walked into the room. He walked up to her and gave her a gentle kiss. It felt so good when he felt her wrap her arms around him and hug him to her. The gentle pressure of her breasts against his abdomen aroused him. He felt his cock stir and tried to pull back. Glenda moved with him and kept contact. She smiled when she felt his hardness against her belly. She raised her head and gave him another quick kiss and said, "Supper will be ready in about ten minutes. Why don't you go clean up while I finish?"

Stan walked into his bedroom and did as she asked. He wandered back into the kitchen as she was putting supper on his table in the breakfast nook. He walked up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her against him once more. He let his hands and arms slide around her onto her stomach. He leaned down and kissed her neck and said, "It smells wonderful. Thank you but you know you really don't have to do this for me. I can make my own meals you know."

"Yeah but this way I know you are eating right and we neither one have to eat alone now do we?"

Glenda watched Stan throughout the meal and as they were finishing she asked, "OK Stan. You're up to something. You look too pleased with yourself for it to be anything normal either. Now what's going on this time? Did you get another big contract or what?"

"No, nothing like a big contract or anything like that. I have been talking with some of my employees and another owner of a small remodel business. We have decided to enlarge our remodel crew and take on more of the small jobs. I have merged that owners business with the remodel part of my business. I am going to incorporate and the corporation will have three divisions—remodel, new construction and landscaping. The new investor will become my Chief Financial Officer. I will be President and Chief Executive Officer."

"Oh, that's great! Who is this investor? Do I know him?"

"Unh, well, it's not a him. It's a her and yeah, you know her. Susan is having trouble making ends meet so I let her buy into my remodel business with her share of George and Joe's business she got in the divorce. The corporation will pay her a little higher salary than she makes now part time as an accountant and we expect her share of the profits from the remodel business will be greater than she gets now from Joe. She should be able to live better and won't have to worry about income from Joe. She said he is having more and more trouble making his payroll and her profit share has shrank badly over the last year.

Glenda looked over at Stan and said, "And this wouldn't be a way to give Joe the shaft now would it Stan?"

"Uh, well, not really, it's a good business decision. I've been turning away remodel work for a long time because it isn't as profitable as new construction but... Well, it might hurt Joe but that isn't my only reason for doing this."

Glenda just looked at him and sighed. She sighed and said, "I should have known you couldn't let it go. Just don't get all tied up in the revenge and forget you ARE a businessman. I don't want to see you doing things just so Joe will hurt. Are we clear on that?"

Within five months Joe was on his last legs. He was being constantly hounded by creditors. He was losing help because many times his pay checks bounced when they tried to cash them. In short, he was down and out. Stan had hired away all the good workers and Joe was left with inexperienced or poor workers. He had many complaints about the quality of his work and as his reputation slid so did his profit.

One night at their favorite hangout—Sam's Cellar—a local bar that served wonderful pizza and sandwiches, Joe staggered up to the table Stan and Glenda were sitting at. He was already drunk on his ass.

"Well asshole. You and the bitch finally did it. I hope you're happy now. I had to close up shop today. I had to file for bankruptcy. I don't know how you managed to get Susan to shaft me and George like she did but between her disloyalty and your cut throat tactics you have ruined me. I ought to beat your ass for that."

"You Fuckwad," Stan said. "I haven't done anything to you. All I did was expand an already existing part of my business. I got tired of turning down work when it was offered so decided to take it on. It's not my fault if you aren't a good enough businessman or contractor to keep your business going. As for Susan, she needed a steady, trustworthy income because she was having trouble making ends meet. She knows our business because she has worked as an accountant and book keeper for you and George as well as working part time in Slicks accounting office. She wanted to buy into my business and all she had to do that with was her share of yours. I took that share and hired her to work for me. That's it. Now move on. Glenda and I want to have supper in peace and unwind from the week."

"Shithead, you just couldn't stand it that I was the better lover and nailed your skanky wife could you? That's what this is all about isn't it? Well, let me tell you she keeps telling me how much better I am than you were. I can make her scream when she cums. I bet you never did. I don't know why you let her go and took up with this little slut. Hell, you know as well as I do that IF you can get it into her you would get just as much pleasure beating off as you do fucking her. Hell, she's probably a Lesbo. She almost never cums when she gets fucked. At least I got the best woman out of the deal!"

Joe turned to walk off laughing loudly. Stan jumped to his feet and started to follow him. Glenda rapidly stood and caught him. She pulled him back and said, "Stan, NO. Let it go. It's not worth it."

Stan looked down at Glenda and felt his anger surge once more. She was looking up at him pleadingly while tears coursed down her cheeks. She saw his face change expression once more and felt her stomach tighten when his lips tightened. "Please," she said.

Stan turned to her and pulled her into an embrace. They stood for several seconds like that as Stan felt Glenda shudder from her silent tears. Finally she pushed back from him and wiped her face with her fingers. She took his hand and led him back to their table and their cooling supper.

When they were about half done eating Glenda looked up at Stan and said, "It's not true you know." 

Stan looked puzzled and asked, "What's not true?"

"What he said about me. It's not true. I'm not a lesbian and I can cum when the man is someone I love and when he takes his time to do it right. Joe was a wham, bam, see ya later mam type guy. Sometimes he didn't even get me ready before he did it to me."

Glenda was silently crying again as she told Stan that. He stood and threw enough cash on the table to pay for their meal. He walked to Glenda and gently helped her from her seat. They cuddled all the way to his truck. Instead to taking Glenda back to her house Stan took her to his. He helped her into his house and they sat in his living room drinking wine as she cried from time to time. Glenda curled into him and placed her arm around his neck. They just sat holding each other. 

Before long Stan realized Glenda was sleeping. Stan smiled and stood, picking Glenda up as he rose. He carefully walked down the hallway with her and entered the same guest room she had slept in the night George attacked them. Once again he removed her shoes and gently covered her while she slept.

Stan returned to the living room and made sure all doors were locked. He turned off the lights and went to his bedroom. This time he completely stripped and crawled into bed nude as was his practice. It took him a long time to get to sleep but he finally did so.

The next morning sunlight was streaming into the room. Stan felt strange. He was content and had slept better than he had in a long time. After he fully awakened he realized he was lying on his back and there was a feminine form snuggled up to him with her head on his shoulder. She had a leg thrown over him and her breasts were pushing into his chest and side. Her nipples were diamond hard and beautiful. She was staring at him with her gorgeous green eyes.

When Glenda saw Stan was awake she rose up and gave him a gentle kiss. The hand she had lying on his chest moved slowly down his abdomen until it grasped his by now throbbing cock. She gasped when she felt how hard, how large it was. She let it go and threw the covers off so she could see it.

"My God. I had no idea! You're a lot larger than Joe, than you looked when I saw you in the kitchen." Glenda smiled and continued, "I think I'm going to just love this!"

After a few more kisses Glenda slowly trailed gentle kisses down his torso as she moved her head toward Stan's cock. Finally she reached him and swirled her tongue around it. Stan's hips jerked as she teased the underside of his glans. Finally Glenda surrounded the head of his cock with her lips and all at once she plunged her head down taking over half of his seven inch length into her hot mouth. She slowly pulled off him until just the tip was in her mouth. She swirled her tongue again then repeated the insertion, slowly this time.

Over and over Glenda took all of Stan's cock she could into her mouth. She varied her insertions and withdrawals, bringing him to the edge of orgasm and holding him there. Stan was moaning and gasping, his hips gave involuntary thrusts. Finally he could take no more and he grabbed her head to guide her. He groaned, "Oh, God Honey, I'm there."

Instead of her moving her head away Glenda gave one more down stroke with her head. When she felt his first spurt she pulled her head back until just the tip of his cock was in her mouth. After Stan had emptied his balls Glenda raised her head and swallowed. She then took his cock and licked it until it was clean.

Glenda moved up until her head was on Stan's shoulder once more and lay it down. She was staring up at him. Stan turned his head and gave her a gentle kiss. He pulled his head back and smiled then said, "I didn't know a blow job could feel so good. How did you ever learn to do that?"

Glenda smiled and said, "Well, it sure wasn't from practice. I decided that was something I needed to know and I did my research. I read on the internet. I watched a lot of porn while I was in college. Joe always wanted me to do that for him but the few times I did he was rough. He would grab my head and try to jam all he had into my mouth. The boyfriend I had in college wasn't much better but he did teach me a little. Was it really good?"

"Ohhhh Yeah." Stan rolled away from Glenda and said, "Be right back." He hurried into the bathroom and she could hear his loud stream hitting the water as he relieved himself. When he returned he crawled up on the bed and gently rolled Glenda onto her back. He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss, then a more robust one. She moaned and wrapped her hand and arm around his neck to pull him to her. He gave her another kiss then moved to her breasts. Gently he took first one then the other into his mouth until her nipples were deep red and standing as tall as she had ever seen them. All the time he was kissing and sucking her nipples his fingers were gently exploring her moist, her drooling pussy. He would gently touch and tease her clit then move down and dip his fingers into her boiling honey pot.

Glenda's hips were moving rhythmically with his strokes. She was moaning and trying to get more of his fingers into her molten center. Finally Stan gave her one more deep kiss and began to move his head downward. 

Slowly, so slowly Stan moved down her body trailing gentle kisses as he went. She gasped and screamed when his tongue touched her clit. Just that one touch sent her over the edge. Stan smiled and continued to lick her clit. He felt her cunt grip and release his fingers as her juices ran from her. Stan turned his fingers and found the rough spot on the roof underneath her clit. He began caressing it as he continued to lick, lick, lick.

Glenda stiffened, her back arched and she screamed as once more an orgasm slammed through her body. Finally she closed her legs and pulled Stan upward. "No more. Oh, it hurts, I'm too tender. Let me rest for a while please Stan."

Stan smiled and crawled up to lay beside her. She once more placed her head on his shoulder as they drifted off the sleep. This time Stan woke to the most pleasurable sensation on his cock. He felt a tickling sensation on his stomach. He watched Glenda's head bobbing up and down as she fellated him once more. He began thrusting his hips and groaned.

Glenda let his cock slip from her mouth with a pop. She turned back and gave him a gentle kiss then rolled on her back and raised her knees, spreading her legs as she did so. Not a word was spoken. Glenda stared into Stan's eyes and gently pulled him toward her center. 

Stan smiled and moved between Glenda's splayed legs. His cock found the right spot without guidance, as if it could see where it belonged. He notched the head of his cock in Glenda's hole and adjusted his stance. He could feel her wetness and the pulsations of her cunt.

Glenda smiled up at him and placed her hands on his hips. She gently pulled him toward her as she raised her hips to facilitate his entry. Stan thrust forward and drove about two inches into Glenda. She moaned and grunted. Stan started to withdraw but Glenda held him tighter and pulled him downward. He got the message and thrust once more. Two more thrusts and he was completely buried in her hot quim.

Stan looked downward into Glenda's glistening, sparkling eyes and gently moved his hips from side to side. He interspersed this movement with a circular one and gentle thrusts. Glenda bit her lower lip and made gentle grunting noises as Stan pressed into her. She thrust against him constantly.

Finally Stan felt Glenda lubricate more and her cunt began fluttering as another orgasm took her. He began gentle withdrawals then more robust insertions as his need became greater and greater. As Glenda fell fully into her orgasm she locked her heels behind his thighs and began madly thrusting her pelvis upward driving him deeply as she could into her rapidly fluttering, drooling cunt. Stan felt his seed rise and rush down his cock as he hit his peak. He slammed into Glenda once more and held himself tightly against her as his cock jerked and pumped his seed into her. Glenda strained her hips upward trying to get him as deeply inside her as she could and hold him there. Time stood still for the couple.




Payback Ch. 02



Finally with a sigh they both relaxed and Stan rolled to the side to lie on his back beside Glenda. Once more she laid her head on his shoulder and smiled up at him. He watched her for a moment and his eyes opened in shock. Glenda pulled her head back and asked, "What?"

"I just realized. I mean, well, I've felt like there was something uh, something different between us for several months but...Glenda, I love you. I know this probably isn't the best time to say that but...Well, that's what had been bugging me about being with you for so long. I wanted to be with you and when we weren't together I felt off. When we were together it felt so different from before when we were in school or even when you and Joe were married. I mean you were my buddy but it felt different and I kept wondering why, ya know?"

Glenda smiled; she glowed and rose to sit beside Stan. She looked down at him as she sat cross legged in the bed beside him. "I know silly. I've loved you for just as long. I knew the night you put me to bed after George. I had been feeling that before but I wasn't sure. I knew that night though. I was so scared for you and you were so good to me. You put me to bed and didn't take advantage. You've been so considerate of me ever since your divorce. I could tell and last night... I've wanted you for so long and you just never made a move. When you would kiss me I just knew that time you would go for more but you never did."

"Last night you did it again. You took care of me; you put me to bed and didn't undress me. You held me and let me cry and I felt better. I woke up about three this morning and went to the bathroom. You were laying there uncovered and you were hard. I felt my pussy get wet and I decided I was tired of waiting. I stripped and got in bed with you. I thought about just..."

Glenda blushed then continued, "I thought about just holding you up and taking you inside but I couldn't. I didn't think that would be right and I wanted to... Well I wanted our first time to be perfect but I wanted to be sure you really wanted to do it." 

"Oh, yeah. You've left me so hard so many times but I never...I mean we were friends and I didn't want to ruin what we had." Stan pulled Glenda down and kissed her once more then said, "We need to get up Honey. I'm starving and if we stay here I'll attack you again."

Glenda smiled and said, "And that would be bad why?" As she was saying that though she saw Stan roll away from her and sit on the side of the bed, then stand. She followed him from the bed and into the bathroom where they showered together. Of course they made darn sure all the interesting parts on the other were squeaky clean before they left.

Glenda bent and started to pick up her clothes. Stan grabbed her arm and gently pulled her up. When she was standing facing him he said, "You don't need that. I don't usually wear much around the house if I know I'm going to be alone and, well, I really like looking at you and..."

Glenda giggled and stood. She stepped into Stan once more. Her breasts brushed against his chest as she gave him a gentle kiss and squeezed his half tumescent cock. She stepped back and said, "OK buster but if I get burned cooking breakfast I expect you to kiss it and make it all better."

Before breakfast Stan and Glenda took coffee on the patio. They had slept past their normal rising time so the sun was already up. It was still cool enough to be comfortable. Stan put his cup down and stood. He gently pulled Glenda from the seat and toward the pool. "How about a quick dip before we eat Honey?"

Glenda giggled once more and followed. She said, "Fine but if we get caught I'll never forgive you!

During breakfast, eaten nude on the patio Stan stared at Glenda. Finally she smiled and said, "What are you staring at?"

"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about Joe and Patty. Was it really as bad with him as you and he said? I mean it's none of my business but with Patty, she got wet and we enjoyed each other but... Well, there was just something about this time with you... It was just so much better, so much more intense. I've NEVER had sex; NO, I've never made love like that before."

Glenda sat and stared off into space a moment then answered Stan. She said, "No, I came with him a few times and most of the time he did get me wet first but it was always about him. He always just rushed to his orgasm and if I could keep up with him fine. Usually he was a three minute wonder but we did have some ok sex. I know what you mean about us though. You played me like a high priced fiddle. It was almost like we had been lovers forever. You just seemed to know what to do, where to do it and how I wanted it, how I needed it done. Honey I just think that is one more proof of our love. I've always heard sex is always good but it is fantastic with the one you love and I think that was the difference. You maybe loved Patty but we maybe have a stronger one? Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, yeah I think so."

Glenda began spending almost every night with Stan now. She was slowly moving her clothes into his house. Three weeks later at before breakfast coffee on the patio Stan got up to refill their cups. Glenda was beginning to wonder what was keeping him then decided he had gone to the bathroom. Finally Stan came from the house with their coffee. He handed Glenda hers and then set his on the table beside the swing they used. Glenda watched him curiously as he kneeled beside her but slightly in front. He turned his hand upward and opened it as he did so.

Glenda saw a sparkle in his palm and pulled her hands to her mouth. As Stan asked the question she realized what he was doing. She was already crying and shaking her head yes as Stan asked, "Glenda, I know there may be more romantic ways or places to ask this question but I feel like these mornings here on the patio, alone with you are so special. Glenda will you marry me?"

Glenda held her hand out for Stan to slip the ring on her ring finger. She was smiling and nodding her head yes and she answered, "Yes!"

After breakfast the happy couple dressed and went to see each of their parents to tell them the news. Neither Glenda nor Stan wanted to wait long to marry so Glenda got busy and arranged things for seven weeks later. They reserved the church they both attended whenever they went and reserved the VFW Hall for the reception. Things were set and they were so happy.

Six days before the wedding, on a Monday, Stan's doorbell rang. Glenda answered the door and saw Patty and her parents standing there. She just stood and stared, wondering what to do. Finally Patty spoke. She said, "Glenda I know I'm not your or Stan's favorite person but I, we, need to talk to him. It's important. Please can we just talk for a moment?"

Glenda finally stepped back from the door and yelled over her shoulder, "Stan. Honey can you come here please? Someone wants to talk to you."

Stan came into the living room and stopped when he saw Patty and her parents. He opened his mouth to speak but Patty beat him to it. She said, "Stan, please. It's important. I know I'm not your favorite person and I know I hurt you badly but this is important and I don't want to...Can we just please talk a moment?"

Stan took a deep breath and finally gestured into the living room to the seating area. Glenda started to leave then thought better of it. She sat on the arm of Stan's chair while Patty and her parents sat on the couch off to the side. Patty looked around, and then looked over at her father.

Finally Patty took a deep breath and began talking. She said, "Stan I know I hurt you and I don't have any excuse except Joe and George had been my friends and, yes, even my lovers since junior high school. Oh, the first couple of years after we got married we didn't do anything but then it started up again. They were always in the store and making suggestive comments. You know how I like to flirt and the flirting got me so ready..."

Patty blushed and looked toward her parents. Once again she took a deep breath and continued, "Finally one night after the store closed they would not leave. We kept drinking beer and then, before I knew it they were fucking me. Stan, I'm sorry but I did like it. I felt so alive and turned on being with both at once and knowing I was married to you. After that night I tried to stop, I really did but they kept pushing for more. They made it a point to be there when we locked up and from the moment the last employee left they would touch me, kiss me and talk dirty to me. God help me but I responded to that so much. I loved the feeling of being fucked in my office in our store. I just never could end it. I don't know why I let them extend their credit line but I did. Then they just pushed for more and more and I let them have whatever they wanted. I just kept getting in deeper and deeper."

"Oh, yes, I was angry at you when you just kicked me to the curb and didn't even try to save our marriage. Then when your father found out what I had been doing at the store and fired me I became even angrier. Joe and I began trying to figure out ways to make you pay."

Patty turned her head toward Glenda and continued, "Glenda, he really became angry when he saw you and Stan together so much. Of course by then I was living with him and Daddy was helping with our expenses. I'm sure you know how Joe spends money. There was never enough. Finally Daddy made Joe sign over his business to him but he let him keep running it. He put him on salary and we kept a tight rein on his spending."

"Then you began taking more remodel work Stan and the business began to do even worse than before and we had less money. Daddy put more into the business and Joe somehow managed to get some of it and spent it for himself and on his whores instead of using it for salary and materials payments. Finally you had taken all his best employees and almost all the business available. We forced Joe to officially sign the sales papers for us but it was too late. You forced us into bankruptcy."

"Stan, Joe even managed to spend most of the money I inherited from my grandparents. Daddy's store is overleveraged now too because he borrowed money on it to pay off the bills we owed to the partnership when it went bankrupt."

Stan looked over Lucius and Marilyn, Patty's parents. They were sitting watching as Patty told the story. They looked embarrassed and sick at the same time. Patty continued, "Stan, I know, we know this is not your fault. We let Joe con us. Before you ask, no, this visit isn't to try and get you to help us financially. We made our bed and now we have to lay in it. I suppose the entire sick mess is my fault. I'm the one who couldn't keep her legs together and keep the best man I've ever seen."

Patty looked over at Glenda and said, "Glenda I know we weren't close in school but I think I know you well enough to know you won't shit on Stan like I did. I don't have any animosity for you and I have gotten over my animosity toward Stan. Having said that, I, we, need to talk to you about your and Stan's safety. Joe came to us last night and asked for money. He also asked us for help. He blames Stan for his financial problems and he is furious that the two of you are getting married. He says if he can't have me he'll just have to take you back. We called the police and reported Joe's threats to them but they say they can't do anything until they get some type of proof. We need to warn you and we want you to know if anything bad does happen it wasn't us that did it no matter what Joe may say."

Stan leaned back in his chair. Glenda slid off the chair arm and into his lap where he put his arms around her waist. Finally Stan began talking. He said, "You did hurt me Patty. And I know I was never your favorite either", he said as he looked at her parents. "I don't know what to say about this though. I have to admit I wanted to get some revenge on you when you did what you did but...I; I guess I never realized you were behind Joe and Georges Company. I don't know if I would have done anything different if I had but..."

Stan looked at the Stennis' once more and continued, "I was really upset with you when you foisted that Pre Nuptial off on me and got angry when I changed it to protect me as well as Patty. I have to admit I have thought for years that you and she intended to take me to the cleaners in a divorce. At the same time I wasn't angry enough at you to want to bankrupt you because of Joe and Patty."

"Lucius, if it would help, I might be willing to take an ownership interest in your store..." Stan looked at Glenda and when she nodded her head yes, he continued, "I would expect a pro rata share of profits if that did occur but I don't want you to lose everything because of something Patty got you into."

Marilyn and Patty began crying and Lucius looked very uncomfortable. He had to clear his throat before he could speak. "Thank you Stan. That means a lot to me, to us, but I think we can handle it ourselves. We're slowly paying off our debts and the stores sales are holding up well. We all got what we deserve except for you and Glenda."

Lucius stood then his wife and daughter followed suit. He held his hand out to Stan to shake as he continued talking. "We may not be the best people in town and my daughter may have made some mistakes in her short life and hurt you but something like Joe is considering is way out of line and we'll do anything we can to help you out with this problem."

Patty looked at Stan, then at Glenda. She started to turn and follow her parents from the room, then she turned back. She bit her lips and said, "I don't like this. I never wanted my life with you to end Stan. I think, deep down, I still love you some but..."

Stan broke in and said, "Sorry Patty. That ship has sailed. Glenda and I have something going now and...It's something very special, maybe better than we ever had together. I'm sorry for you a little but that's it. We're over."

Patty looked at Glenda again and continued through her tears, "I never was one of your friends in school. I think part of the reason was because you were Stan's friend and I was afraid you would take him from me. Well you didn't take him from me, I threw him away and you rescued him. I hope you're happy but if we see each other in the future I hope you don't get too angry or think too badly of me if I don't speak. If you need anything from me, from us to help with Joe let us know. If we find out anything else we'll let you and the police know."

Patty walked up to Stan and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. She said, "Good Bye Stan. Good luck. As soon as this mess with Joe is finished I plan on leaving town. Everyone knows what I've done and how I've hurt you and I need a new start. Maybe next time if I fall in love I'll do it right."

After the Stennis family left Stan sat in his large chair once more and pulled Glenda into his lap. They just sat cuddling for several minutes then Stan reached for the phone and called the police. He verified there had been a report of threatened violence against him, his parents and their businesses. The detective he was speaking with told him they already had increased their patrols near his business interests and that there was supposed to be a car on its way to his house to interview him and bring him up to date on the report.

As they were talking the doorbell did ring and when Glenda answered she found a detective there. Stan told the office their detective had arrived and he would hang up to talk to him.

Three weeks later one of Stan's companies unfinished houses caught fire. Arson was suspected. Patrols were increased around his building sites. Two weeks after the first fire a patrol saw a moving shadow behind Stan's office building. They moved to investigate just as flames whooshed up, highlighting a man running from the flames. One of the officers gave pursuit on foot yelling for the figure to stop. The figure turned and flame blossomed from his fist. The officer felt a sharp pain in his chest and he fell. While on the ground he pulled his weapon and fired twice. The figure collapsed. The officer staggered to his feet. His hand went underneath his bulletproof vest to rub the impact area as he and his partner walked carefully toward the body on the ground in the alley.

Thanks to the call made from the police car the fire trucks arrived in time to minimize damage to the office structure. The body was identified as Joe. He was pronounced dead at the scene.

The next day Stan had called all his employees and told them not to report to work. He and Glenda were trying to relax on their patio. Stan turned to Glenda once more and said, "You know Honey you were right again. I never wanted something like this to happen. I just wanted to hurt Joe and Patty a little, to get even I guess. I never wanted anyone to die. I almost feel worse now than I did before. I guess the only good that came out of this is I found out Patty really wasn't a bad to the core bitch. And I ended up with the brass ring when I got you."

Glenda sat in Stan's lap and wrapped her arms around him. She gave him a deep kiss and said, "I know you didn't want anyone dead or even hurt physically. I do wish you hadn't done things this way but in the end it WAS really Joe's fault he is dead you know. You were already in the same business he was in and you beat him by being better than he was at it and because he couldn't manage money. It was his fault he lost track of what was right and screwed Patty then later tried to hurt you by burning your buildings."

In spite of all the excitement generated by the arsons and Joe's death the marriage of Stan and Glenda started well. They were truly, deeply in love and as the old saying goes, Love Conquers All. Stan and Glenda returned from a short Honeymoon trip to Florida to their respective jobs shortly after the first arson and supported each other during the uproar following Joe's death. 

Glenda got her Real Estate Broker's License and opened her own agency as a fourth department of Stan's business. She specialized in Stan's companies buildings and took other sales as they came up. When Stan's parents retired his company took over the building supply center as a fifth department. They hired a manager to oversee it. Over the years their family increased when they first had a Son then two years later a daughter.

One day Stan looked over at Glenda as she sat beside the pool watching their seven and nine year old children play in the shallow end. He smiled and said, "You know Honey, this is everything I ever wanted. I have a great business I love doing and two wonderful children. Best of all, I have you. When it was happening, when Patty was cheating on me and we were in the middle of the divorce I thought it was the worst most hurtful thing that could happen to me. I was wrong. It was the best thing because I found you. What we have is so much better than what I had with Patty I sometimes want to find her and thank her for making me divorce her.

Glenda looked over at Stan and smiled. Through her tears she said, "I love you too Honey."



Payback Ch. 02



Chapter 02: The Next Day

Barbara Davies (formerly Stevens) was unsure of what to do. The day before she'd had a "rough-sexual" encounter with the contractor she'd hired to remodel her den.

She felt angry, sore and insulted; he'd humiliated and degraded her. He'd made her do things she'd never done before, he'd treated her like she was a slut and used her; and it all happened in HER HOUSE!

Despite all of that, she realized that it made her very horny. The violations made her pussy wet. Hours after John had left she found herself masturbating in the shower and then again in bed. This morning she'd gotten herself off again while she sipped her coffee.

"This ain't the way it's supposed to be..." she tried telling herself. But whatever "it" was that had come over her, she couldn't resist or stop.

John had called only an hour before to say that he was on his way over to "finish the job". The plump, late 40-something, black woman already felt herself becoming aroused.

She still had no idea who her rugged contractor "really was".

John Tolbert slowly guided his pick-up down the street toward Barbara's small bungalow. It was almost noon.

Like the day before, John was feeling reckless. He hadn't felt this way since his high school football days, when he felt he was unstoppable. That was a feeling that Barbara Davies (Stevens), his former Social Studies teacher, had taken away from him. And he was more than happy to bring it all back -- at her expense.

In the truck with him were two of his former teammates -- Lewis "Tank" Jenkins and Joey O'Neil -- two men who also blamed Barbara Davies for trashing their dreams of "gridiron fame and glory". Both of their lives had taken similar paths as John's had: no scholarship offers, no football, dead-end jobs. Tank had done time for assault; Joey joined the Army and received a dishonorable discharge.

When they received the call from John -- they were all in! Joey had even dragged along his latest trashy, 20-something live-in; John only knew her first-name: Trish.

Barbara spent an hour getting ready for his arrival -- perfume, make-up, hair, tight jeans, low-cut blouse -- excitedly she rushed to the door when he knocked, surprised (and a little disappointed) to see that he wasn't alone. Silently they all walked in, both Tank and Joey giving her steely-eyed glares.

"We'll get to work and I'll speak with you later." John announced.

"S-sure," Barbara stammered. "Can I get anyone a drink, or anything?"

"Got any beer?" Trish asked, plopping down on the couch.

"B-beer..?" Barbara asked, wondering who the skinny-tattooed, white girl was and why she was there. "Yes, I have beer. Anyone else?"

The men only nodded and grunted as they walked towards the den.

"I'm gonna tear that bitch pussy up...!" Tank told them when they reached the lower level.

"Better wait your turn, son" Joey grinned, rubbing his crotch. "That fat-whore gonna get to know me real well!"

"We'll even let Trish have a piece!" John added.

The three of them laughed. Just then Barbara called down to them.

"Do you want your drinks down there, gentlemen?"

"Sure, bring it on down!" John called back, grinning at his buddies.

A few seconds later, Barbara descended the stairs with their beers. She attempted to make small talk as she handed them out.

"The works coming along nicely," she smiled. "How much longer do think it will be?"

"That depends," John smirked. "On how much longer you want me coming around to lay the wood."

The three laughed again.

"John," she feigned sheepishly. "What does that mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean...!"

John stepped up behind her and began rubbing his crotch against her behind. Slowly she pulled away.

"Hey, you stop that!" she giggled.

Her back was turned to Tank now, who patted her on the backside with his bottle of beer. Again she slowly pulled away.

"Not you too...!" she giggled again.

Less subtle than the others, Joey reached forward and grabbed her breast.

"That's rude...!" she said playfully slapping his hand.

This went on for several minutes, each of them groping and touching -- she "running away", before John brought the games to an abrupt end.

"OK, cut the shit, bitch!" John suddenly barked. "Just strip!"

"...What...?" Barbara gasped.

"NOW!" he snarled.

She stopped and looked at each of their faces -- the looks in each of their eyes said all that needed to be said: the three of them were here for her. Immediately Barbara felt the rush and the fear from the day before and wondered if things were going too far. 

Slowly, she began unbuttoning her blouse, trying not to let her hands tremble too much. Then she slipped out of her loafers and jeans, and finally her bra and thong.

John was surprised to see that she had actually shaved. "Whoa! This bitch is REALLY into this!" he thought to himself.

"Now on your knees and crawl over here." He told her as he unzipped his fly.

Barbara got down on all fours and slowly crawled to him, as the other two admired her ample brown ass.

"I'm next, bitch!" Joey told her, also undoing his pants.

"Then me!" Tank called out.

Kneeling at John's feet, Barbara reached up to take his still expanding cock into her hands.

"Hands behind your back your back!" he ordered, "You know how I like it!"

She folded her arms behind her as John plunged his manhood into her mouth.

"This oughta help..." Tank suggested. He pulled a white-printed bandana from his back pocket and firmly bound Barbara's wrists behind her. Joey gave him an enthusiastic high-five as they all laughed.

Barbara tried her best not to gag this time, but John wasn't making it easy. With one hand he held a tight grip on her hair, with the other he pinched her nostrils, forcing her to choke and gasp for air. He ferociously skull-fucked her as his buddies cheered him on.

"What the hell y'all doin' down there...?" Trish called from the top of the stairs.

"Bring your skinny-ass down here an' find out!" was Joey's reply.

"Holy shit!" she grinned when she joined the group. "I didn't think y'all was seriously gonna fuck her...!"

"You can get in on this some of this too, babe!" John grinned.

"I just might," Trish grinned back, taking Joey's and then Tank's exposed cocks in each hand.

Several minutes of slurping, gagging and stroking went by.

"You ready to get fucked now, whore?" John spat at Barbara, roughly jerking her head back by her hair.

"Yes..." Barbara gasped, "Fuck me....please..."

Still with a firm grip on her hair John spun her around and forced her face to the floor. Still bent at the knees Barbara's wet pussy was spread wide and waiting. In one stroke he roughly drove his cock in balls-deep, causing her to cry out.

"Omigod!" Barbara whelped.

Still pressing her face to the floor, John slammed into her over and over. Joey and Tank continued to cheer him on. Trish did too as she alternated between sucking both men's cocks.

After several minutes Barbara let out a low moan, indicating she was about to cum. To her great disappointment, John stopped his assault on her pussy and suddenly pulled out.

"Oh hell no, bitch!" he snapped at her. "You ain't cummin' til' I say so!"

Pulling her up by her hair, he pushed her over to his buddies. Joey decided to have his way with her, leaving Trish to tend to Tank.

Barbara was led to a saw horse and bent over it, leaving her feet barely touching the floor.

Gripping her ass-cheeks firmly in both hands and spreading them wide, Joey sank his cock into her pussy and began pounding away. Barbara's tits hung down into her face and bounced against her chin.

"Oh...god!" she gasped as she was roughly fucked from behind by a man she'd just met.

Trish had now completely stripped off her clothes and straddled Tank's cock as he lay on the floor, as she also stroked and sucked John's cock.

"Aww shit!" Joey called out, feeling his balls begin to tighten and tingle. Pulling out of Barbara's soaked pussy; he shot his load across her back and in her hair.

"You up, big man..." Joey motioned to Tank.

"Damn!" Tank replied. He was really getting into fucking Trish.

"Don't worry, big boy," Trish assured him as she climbed off of his cock, "you can get some more when you done!"

Tank literally pulled Barbara off of the saw horse like she was a sack of potatoes. Barbara was both impressed and frightened that this very large man was able to carry her across the room with just one arm. He took her over to the tarp-covered couch and plopped her down on her back, grabbed and spread both her ankles and sank his cock into her.

Although his was not as long as John's, Tank's cock was much thicker. Barbara felt like she was being split in two.

"Oh god! Too big....please, it's too big!" she gasped and pleaded, while being fucked by a third man in only a few minutes.

"Shut up, bitch!" Tank snapped, "Just shut up and take that dick!"

He slammed into her for more than 10 minutes, before finally blasting gobs of cum across her belly and breasts.

"Go and get your ass cleaned up!" John ordered, pulling her to her feet and untying her wrists. "And be quick about it!"

The four of them laughed hysterically as she climbed the stairs on wobbly legs.

In her bathroom, Barbara could not believe what she saw in the mirror. Her face, hair, breasts and stomach were streaked with cum from three men she knew nothing about. She couldn't believe that she had allowed something like this to happen to her. Even more, she couldn't believe that she was actually enjoying it! As she stepped into the shower, she trembled at the thought of what they might do to her next.

Once showered, she put on a robe and returned to the den. The four of them sat around laughing, drinking more beer. They fell silent when she walked in.

"Take that shit off!" John told her. The robe immediately dropped to the floor.

"Go on an' get her ready, Trish." Joey said.

Wearing only a devious grin, Trish grabbed her by the arm and led her to the tarp-covered pool table. Pushing her up onto it, she told Barbara to lay face-down and spread-eagle.

Barbara then felt firm, thin fingers smearing what felt like scented oil or lotion across and between her ass-cheeks and thighs. Trish then had her roll onto her back and more smearing was done across her breasts and nipples.

Trish firmly pinched and twisted each nipple until it was rock hard.

"You like that, don' cha'?" Trish grinned. "You like havin' a lady play with your titties?"

Before she could reply, Trish was on top of her sucking and biting each nipple.

"Yeah, I could tell you prob'bly was a switch-hitter from when we first walked in!" Trish told her, before planting a sloppy, wet tongue-sucking kiss on her. Barbara had never been with a woman before, only fantasized; she figured that now was not the time to object.

Shifting her position, Trish straddled Barbara's face and began grinding against her chin.

"Each my pussy, bitch!" Trish snarled as she gripped Barbara's hair and held her tightly. Doing her best, Barbara licked and sucked at the young girl's snatch and clit.

"Ooh, yeah! Like that...eat that pussy!" Trish cried out, as she reached behind her to twist Barbara's nipples and play with her pussy.

Minutes later Trish's entire body went rigid. After a short gasp, she squirted onto Barbara's face and mouth. Having never seen a woman squirt cum before, Barbara at first thought the girl was peeing on her. Cheers and applause came from the three men who were now standing around them stroking their cocks.

"Next..." Trish giggled as she climbed down.

"Move over, bitch!" Tank snapped as he got up onto the table. Barbara rolled to the side, to only be pulled roughly back and on top of him. She held her breath as she spread her legs and allowed him to enter his thick cock into her again -- this time she found it a little easier than before.

Joey climbed onto the table and stood in front of her. He grasped the back of her head and guided her mouth to his cock.

Preoccupied with the first two, she lost track of John. But when she left something pressing against her exposed and spread ass she wasn't exactly surprised.

"Nnnngggh...!" was the only protest Barbara could make as his cock slowly penetrated her virgin asshole. Her mind raced between panic and ecstasy as she realized that she had cocks in her mouth, pussy and ass.

With a slow steady rhythm, the three men began fucking her; they fucked her as a team. Trish cheered them on, occasionally pinching, sucking or twisting Barbara's nipples.

It wasn't long before they were each pounding or stroking her as hard as they could. And it wasn't long before Barbara realized that she was actually enjoying this absolute and complete fucking.

"Mmmmph....! Mmmmmmph...!" Barbara moaned as she felt the orgasm building. She hoped that John would let her cum this time and not pull out like before.

"You wanna cum now, bitch?" he snapped. "Good! We're gonna make you cum and cum hard!"

And she did. 

Barbara came so hard that she almost passed out; she came so hard that tears welled up and ran down her cheeks. She wanted nothing more than to cum again.

The three men fucked and pounded her for another 20 minutes or so, until almost as a team, they each started to cum. Tank was first, then Joey and then John. None of them pulled out and blasted their respective loads into her mouth, ass and pussy.

They each withdrew and let her limp body fall into a sweaty, cum-filled heap on the pool table, where she drifted in and out of consciousness.

Barbara thought she heard hand-slaps, laughter and someone saying: "I think we're done here."

When she was finally aware of her surroundings, the house was silent and she was alone. She pulled her sore and still tingling body from the pool table as cum continued to ooze from her ass and pussy. She gathered her robe and climbed the stairs.

Her "guests" had all left, but not before drinking the rest of her beer and helping themselves to a bottle of her best rum. Empty beer bottles littered the kitchen counter, along with the rum (almost empty) and 4 used shot glasses.

Raising the bottle of rum to her lips, Barbara smiled and wondered when they'd all come back for some more "fun".

Next to the small mess was a book -- a high school year book. It was the year book for the 1990 class of the school where she'd once taught Social Studies; the same school where the "football scandal" she'd exposed had occurred.

The book was turned to the team's group picture with three players circled and their name's highlighted -- Quarterback John Tolbert, Guard Lewis "Tank" Jenkins and Fullback Joey O'Neil. Taped beneath the photo was a handwritten note: "You fucked us -- so we fucked you back! Bitch!"

Barbara almost gagged on the mouthful of rum.

She never saw or heard from them again.