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Scratching Deep

By: Scorpio44a



[This story is about a need for sex, marriage vows, betrayal, revenge and sex. I put the story in "Loving Wives" because there is lots of infidelity (cheating). The science is good, at least as of the first of December 2008. There is another version of this story called "Scratching the Itch" in the Novels category. If you choose to read the story, please at least vote. The stats for my stories are like this: Only 1.7% of readers vote. Only 0.115% of people who read my stories Comment on my stories. Be one of the few, the brave, the strong... do both, vote and comment. Please make the comments constructive. I do want to improve as a writer.]

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"You're going to the doctor again?" I asked.

"Yes! This is the third time I've had an infection this summer and I want it cleared up." 

Everything in her voice told me this was a big deal for her. It was a big deal to me, too. Every time she got an infection "down there" it ended our sex life until she was cured. This was the fifth one this year. I gave her a hug and she jumped in her car and left.

I watched her drive down the street and turn onto the freeway onramp. While she was gone I finished fixing the lawn mower and fixed the gate latch on the back fence. She wasn't back so I went and played on my computer. I Googled vaginal infections and read six different sites. I had some iced tea and went back to the computer. I went to another few sites and I discovered some research that showed something I found very interesting.

The Ph of a vagina changes measurably after coitus from acidic to more alkaline. The bacteria that cause the inflammation and itch love when the number goes up, making the vagina more alkaline. The woman is more susceptible to infections like yeast infections if she has multiple partners. The research showed that her body gets used to one sex partner and corrects back to acidic quickly after he makes his alkalinity deposit, but a new partner causes the system to get confused and it stays more alkaline longer, making it more able to support bacterial growth. 

I heard her car in the drive and closed down my research. She had stopped and bought our dinner on her way home. She told me about her doctor's visit and the new treatment the doctor had given her. He gave her a packet of test strips so she could monitor the Ph of her vagina. If the itching was because of a problem with her Ph the strips would show that. The way she explained it she believed the doctor had said if the Ph went lower that could be the problem. My reading had indicated the Ph would go higher to cause the bacteria to grow.

She showed me the strips and the small book where we would record the results.

I recommended we test immediately. She said the doctor had tested and she was at 5.3. I said if I did the test and got the same result then I knew I was doing it correctly. We went to our bedroom and while she got partially undressed, skirt and panties off, I read the papers that came with the test strips. I washed my hands and tore off a strip about an inch long.

The directions said to hold it against the inside wall of her vagina for at least ten seconds, then compare the color to the chart on the package. All the lights were on and Lynn said she wanted me to hurry because she was embarrassed. I'm sure I smiled. We had been married nine years and she had never spread herself out in front of me with the lights on before. The strip slid in easily. She was wet and slippery. I held it in place and watched the clock beside our bed. Twenty seconds passed and I drew out the strip. I held it next to the package and under our bedside lamp. By comparison it read 5.3, just like at the doctor's office. I wrote the time, date and 5.3 on the first page of the small book.

"Did the doctor tell you how often to test?"

"Twice a day and he wants me back in a week."

"What about the itch?"

"I have some medicine to take and a cream to apply after I do the tests."

"Ok. Maybe this will get you past all this soon."

"You only say that because you want back inside me."

"I also would like you to feel better." I added, smiling.

"I just want to stop itching!"

"Amen. Did he give you any other hints of what to do?"

"Yes, but I don't think I can do all those things."

"What are they?"

"When I'm at home he recommends I go without panties. He recommends I don't wear pants in or out of the home. He said the air would help me heal faster."

"Why can't you do that?"

"If I am around here bare like that you'll be chasing me around all day."

"No. I'll want to but I promise I'll leave you alone... until you're well."

"It'd feel strange walking around like that."

"More strange than itching?"

"You have a good point. He also said no baths, just showers and use a blow drier on that area after the shower."

"That sounds like it would help keep the area dry while it heals."

"If you mean it when you promise not to be after me all the time, I'll do it all." She was at least willing to test the doctor's theory.

We ate dinner, watched TV until late and went to bed. I've slept nude since I was eleven. Lynn usually wears panties and a large t-shirt to bed. As she was starting to pull on the panties I asked why.

She looked at the panties at her knees, lowered them to the floor and stepped out of them. "You're right. I should do without them."

For the week we tested her twice a day and she went bare all the time she was at home. For work she wore white cotton panties, "Because they breathe better" and skirts. By the end of the week she was pretty steady at 4.3, the redness and the itch were gone.

Her visit back to the doctor was a happier visit. He liked the chart and recommended we continue to monitor her Ph, maybe not quite as often. He also cleared her to resume sexual relations. I wasn't there, but I want to believe he said she could resume sexual relations with me.

That night we had sex for the first time in twenty-three days. I was an attentive husband. I took her to dinner, gave her a shower and a massage, and spent over an hour paying attention to her body before we got to my penis being inside her. She came twice to my once. An hour after we "did it" I said I was curious and I tested her Ph. It showed 5.6 and she panicked. We talked and looked at some things on the internet and an hour later I tested her again. 4.7 the strip said. We surmised that her body quickly rebalanced after my deposit of alkalinity. We went to bed and the next morning she had me test again. It showed 4.3. We happily dressed for work and things were back to our version of normal. 

The changes I saw in that first month were that she bought some new skirts, all her silk, nylon and whatever panties disappeared and were replaced by white cotton or nothing. When we went somewhere in the car she opened the vents and directed the air flow up her skirt. I looked and never complained. Sometimes she caught me looking and smiling and called me a dirty old perv. I just smiled more.

She stopped wearing long pants and the shorts she wore were the ones with wide leg openings. Lots of air flow.

Three months passed with no new infections. I noticed that her smell changed as well. It was a fragrance I loved, when she felt good. I had noticed when the itch and discomfort were a problem the first indicator I had was her smell and taste changed. It had been months since her fragrance had been fishy.

One Friday evening as soon as she got home from work we went to a party down the street from our home. It was a party for Frank and Francine to celebrate their being married fifteen years. We danced, ate bbq chicken and ribs, and of course there was a big ice chest with beer and beverages. Their home had two bathrooms and after a couple hours of eating and downing beers both rooms were getting a lot of use. Lynn has a pretty small bladder and she left the party a few times to visit the bathrooms.

It was near one in the morning when we slipped home and directly into bed. I'm pretty sure Lynn was more passed out than asleep a minute after we were in bed. She squirmed a little and I noticed her hand at her puss. It seemed that she was scratching more than playing.

I got up, got the test strips and tested her. She opened her legs for me without waking as soon as I touched her puss. The test strip and my finger slid right inside her. When I compared the strip to the package I was shocked! It showed 7.2 as her Ph. The only way it could be that high is if someone had made a deposit! And, it couldn't be me. I pushed her Ph to 5.6 after we "did it", but someone had pushed it to over 7!

My mind went crazy! I attempted to rationalize. She was drunk and didn't know what she was doing. Then the other side of my mind kicked in: She had no trouble walking home or talking with me as we walked. Needless to say I didn't sleep well that night.

When Lynn woke up in the morning I caught her scratching herself. "I think we need a test." I said.

"No. It's nothing." She made breakfast and we started our Saturday chores. She was in the laundry area and I was working in the yard about an hour later. I went inside to get a cold drink and saw her scratching again. 

"Honey, that's twice I've seen you scratching. I'll get the test kit." I didn't wait I just went for the kit. When I came back she said, "Forget it. I'm busy. We can test later." I got a strip out of the box and knelt beside her. My right hand held the strip along my index finger and I reached up inside her skirt, found her opening and slid it inside her.

"Nick, I said we'd do it later!"

"It's already inside you. They cost over a dollar a test so let's just finish it. I don't want you to get another infection."

When I pulled the strip out she bent and watched as I compared the strip to the chart on the package. It showed 6.6.

"Something is wrong." I said. "On Monday, call your doctor and ask what could drive the number up that high. And ask how we get it back down!"

"I know how to get it back down. I have some more of the medicine he gave me last time. I'll start it right now." She left the laundry area and I went back outside. I knew the itch and the medicine meant no more sex for me, but I was Ok with that, I was pretty sure she had been having sex with someone in our neighborhood. If she was doing someone else, I was done having sex with her. 

On Monday she promised me at breakfast she would call her doctor during her morning break. I knew her break started at ten. I told her to call me as soon as she was off the phone with the doctor.

I went to the medical building next door to my office. I spoke to an OB/GYN that I had done some computer work for. I outlined what I knew. He said he was sorry but the indicators were that she was probably having sex with a new partner.

Back in my office I waited for her call. At ten forty my cell rang. It was Lynn. She was crying. She told me the doctor told her she had developed an allergic reaction to my sperm. I pointed out to her that it had been five days since we had had sex. She suddenly stopped crying and asked what I was accusing her of.

"I'm accusing the doctor of being nuts, not you. There's a medical practice next door to the building I'm in. I'll get you an appointment and we'll get a second opinion."

"Do you know the doctors next door?"

"Hell, no. I don't hang out with doctors. Maybe it's more accurate to say doctors don't hang out with guys like me."

I called the doc next door and told him what she told me. I asked him to see her, check her out and if she was having sex with more than just me to tell us together.

He asked when the next neighborhood party was scheduled. I told him I was planning a party for that very weekend. He scheduled his appointment for Lynn on Monday. He told me to drop by his office he had something for me.

On my way out from work I stopped in and saw Dr. Seacrest for a minute. He gave me a swab in a plastic tube. He told me that if Lynn went to sleep right after the party I was to swab her vagina with the swab, seal it in the tube and bring it to his office first thing Monday morning. Lynn's appointment was at one in the afternoon.

The rest of the week was pretty normal, for us. No sex. She wore skirts and made sure she didn't do anything around me that would have me notice her sexually. She didn't understand that I thought of her sexually all the time, whether she was near me or not. The big change for me was wondering who else was thinking of her sexually. Who else was making deposits in my wife? The unusual part of the week was me planning a party for Lynn. I found an excuse and told everyone in the neighborhood the party was to celebrate the anniversary of our first weekend away together. I bought food and stashed it at other people's houses. I bought beer and wine and made arrangements for two guys to bring their grills over and cook the meats. Saturday I took her out for lunch and while we were gone the neighbors moved in, prepared the party and started cooking.

Lynn wore a colorful skirt and peasant blouse to lunch. I wore khaki pants and a pull over shirt. At lunch she had a garden salad and I had a shrimp salad. I told her how good she looked and she thanked me, warning me that until we found out about her allergy we weren't having sex. I laughed and said, "It's Ok. It's only three more days. I'll live."

As we drove home I wondered if it would be just three more days. Maybe it would be forever.

She acted surprised and even gave me a kiss when she saw all our neighbors and found out why we were having a party. She even teared up a little when her best friend Linda told her how the party was to celebrate our first weekend trip to the ocean.

Someone started the music and couples started dancing. We danced a fast one and a slow one together. Holding my slender Lynn as we dance has always been a treat for me. It always causes me to get an erection and poke her with it. At the end of the slow song she said, "Better go calm down before you dance with anyone else." Then she left my arms and went outside. 

As host I got busy making sure everyone had a good time. I helped clean up from all the eating, tossed empty beer cans in the trash and opened windows to get fresh air. I restocked the bathrooms with paper, soap and tissues a few times. Near midnight I danced with Lynn again. The song was an oldie by Barbara Streisand, "All in Love is Fair."

When she talked I could smell lots of alcohol on her breath and her speech was a little slurred. When the song ended she kissed me with tongue and then walked away. I went outside to help start closing up the party. Two minutes later I looked in through the window on the back door and saw Willi Jordan dancing with Lynn. She was pressed against him and his arms were holding her up. Holding her up by holding onto her ass! I heard the music stop and they didn't let go.

I stepped off the porch and grabbed two bags of trash. I walked them out to the curb and then went onto our front porch. Willi looked at the back door and then kissed Lynn. While they kissed his hand cupped her breast. Her hand covered his and helped him squeeze it. The back door opened and Lynn pulled his hand off her tit and broke their embrace. They looked and saw another neighbor and relaxed a little.

I continued cleanup until all the guests were gone and the house and yard weren't too bad. When I got upstairs Lynn was in bed asleep. I shook her and said, "There's a fire." She didn't move. I got the swab and swabbed her vagina. I noticed her lips were red and swollen.

I put the swab in my car and went to sleep on the couch, fully dressed.

Near ten in the morning she woke me. "Why didn't you come to bed?" She was dressed for the day; gray skirt and white blouse.

"Good Morning. I sat down, just for a moment's rest and bam, it's morning."

"You go shower and I'll make you a good breakfast. After giving me such a party, you deserve it."

"It's just my way for thanking you for making my life so good." I said as I started up the stairs. I showered and dressed in more khaki pants and a dark brown pull over shirt. When I got downstairs she was on the phone and hung up the instant she heard me.

"So, what's for breakfast?" I asked.

"French toast, sausage and coffee." She waved her arm towards the table and I saw my plate, loaded and ready for me. I sat and Lynn scurried about getting ready for her day. She told me about her having lunch with a couple women from work and then doing a little shopping. I told her to enjoy the shopping and to hold the spending in check.

After breakfast I cleaned up and went in to check my email. I saw one from a neighbor and decided to wait until Lynn had gone shopping before opening it. The other emails were from work and distant friends. I answered them first. When Lynn came in to say good-bye she saw I was writing a response to our friends in Orlando.

"Be sure to say Hi from me. Maybe we should go visit them sometime in the spring?"

"Leaving?"

"Yes. I'll be back before dinner. Want to go out?" 

"Possibly. We can talk about it when you get home." I got a peck on the cheek, a hand on my shoulder and she was gone.

I clicked on the email from Alan White, our neighbor. We played on a basketball team a couple years before and remained friends after a fun but not very successful season.

"Nick --

I could be totally off base here but if the situation was reversed I'd sure as hell want you to say something. Last night at the party I went upstairs to use your facilities and naturally the bathroom was occupied. I stepped into the guest bedroom and sat down on the bed to wait. I could see the bathroom door.

It was five or six minutes later when Willi came out of the bathroom and hurried down the stairs. I got up off the bed and took one step when Lynn cam out of the bathroom. She checked herself in the hall mirror and went downstairs. She didn't see me.

The inside of the bathroom had been sprayed with air freshener but there was a lingering odor that made me even more suspicious. That's what I saw. I hope it was innocent, that I'm wrong in where my head went. If you need to talk, need some help with anything, call me.

Alan"

I picked up the phone and called him. When he answered I said, "I already suspected. I do need your help. Call over to Willi's and ask him if you can borrow something. Lynn went shopping and I want to know where Willi is."

"Gotcha. I'll call you back in a couple minutes."

I opened WORD and started a list of things I needed to do if our marriage was over. Thank God there were no kids to be involved. I was to item seven when the phone rang.

"Nick."

"Alan. He took Helen's car to get it serviced. She expects him back in a couple hours."

"She has the blue Toyota, doesn't she?"

"Yes. The RAV-4."

"I feel like going for a drive and maybe a beer. Interested?"

"Am I going to get arrested?"

"No. Consider this a fact finding mission."

"Ok. I'll come over and we'll go."

"Does your wife know what you saw?"

"No."

"Then we're just going out for a beer. Maybe watch a little basketball on a big screen TV somewhere."

"Right." The phone went dead and I got ready to go. I got a new memory card for our digital camera, the camera and my wallet. Alan was walking up my drive when I came out of the house. We got in the car and headed out. We were quiet for the first couple minutes. I was thinking how glad I was we didn't live near a big city where they could easily disappear. Finding them shouldn't be too difficult.

Alan recommended we drive past the places he might take Helen's car for service. Her car was up on the rack of the third place we passed. Most of the time I don't pay any attention to the motels in town. I've never stayed in one. As we passed each one we looked for Lynn's car. On an impulse I drove through the fifth motel and out the back into an alley. Lynn's car was parked in the alley. 


Scratching Deep



I took five pictures of her car. Two showed how close she was parked to the motel. Then I loosened the valve stem on the driver's front tire and within a minute the tire was flat. I parked my car out of sight and we waited. An hour and a half passed and Lynn came out to her car. As soon as she saw the flat tire she rushed back to the room. Willi came out, tucking his shirt into his pants. (Click) I got a picture of him coming out of the room tucking his shirt in, walking next to Lynn. At the car they talked (Click) and then opened the trunk of her car. (Click) Willi changed the tire (Click) and when he had everything back together he looked around (Click), and kissed Lynn. (Click, Click, Click).

Lynn got in her car and drove away. Willi went back to the room (Click) and came out five minutes later. We followed him as he walked to the shop where Helen's car had been serviced. He paid the bill and drove off.

We drove to the nearest mall and saw Lynn's car parked there. I used my key and opened the trunk of her car. There were three bags in the trunk. A bag from Macy's, a bag from J.C. Penny's and a bag from Brookstone. I took pictures of all three and their contents. Then I took the contents and put the Macy items in the Brookstone bag, the J. C. Penny shirts in the Macy's bag and the Brookstone items in the Macy bag. We closed the car back up and parked ourselves a good distance away.

"Alan, Lynn said she was meeting some women from work. You could go into the mall and see if you see her. It would be good if she didn't see you, but if she does it's not a big deal. Just see if she's with anyone. Ok?"

"Let me take the camera. If she's with someone I'll get a picture of them."

I listened to the radio while Alan was gone. I watched the doors to the mall and Lynn came out first. She strolled to her car carrying only her purse. She got in and drove away. Alan came out and waved to me. I drove to him and he got in. He showed me the pictures he'd taken. She had been found sitting in the food court with a man I had seen before, from her work. He was good looking, dressed well, and it looked like his hand was on Lynn's thigh.

She was playing with more than just Willi. We drove home, stopping long enough to buy a beer. While we drank our beer Alan asked what I was going to do. I told him I was torn between just divorce and doing some real damage to everyone involved. He recommended caution. He was right, of course. 

At home Alan walked to his house and I went into mine. The three bags were on the kitchen table. I called out to Lynn and she came from the bathroom.

"I was surprised when you weren't here when I got home. I didn't know you were going out." She looked concerned.

"Alan and I went out. Had a beer and watched some basketball."

"It's not basketball season, is it?"

"The sports bar has tapes of old games and if there's nothing live they play the taped games."

"Men! You probably already knew who won."

"If it was just about winning no one would watch anything but the last minute. We just enjoy the game. How was your shopping?"

"I got something for you!" She opened the Brookstone bag and pulled out two blouses. She looked shocked and I said, "I hope those aren't for me. I think they're too small." 

She found the egg shaped clock in the Macy's bag. She handed it to me and said she hoped I liked it. I did. The look on her face was still puzzled. How did things get in the wrong bags?

The egg shaped clock was blue. "Lynn, can I have the receipt? I think I'd like one a different color, if they have different colors."

She dug in the bag and handed me the receipt. I looked at it and said, "Lynn, can I see the receipts for the other things?"

"Why? Is something wrong?" As she talked I reached into the bags and got the receipts. They showed that the purchases were made two days earlier during her work day.

"Sit down Lynn. This is serious." The look on her face was near panic. She sat down. I sat and looked across the table at her. "You know I am a stickler for the truth and trust. I want you to tell me when you bought the things sitting here on the table."

"I went shopping today!" I didn't say anything. I waited. She didn't say anything else.

"Lynn, Where did you go today?"

"I went to the mall, shopping."

"Where else did you go?"

"Just to the mall."

"You told me you were meeting some friends from work and going shopping. Get the phone and call one of those friends. I need to speak to your friend."

"I will not! She'd think you didn't trust me! Anyway, you don't know her. What is this third degree all about anyway?"

"It's about trust. So you won't help me by verifying who you were with and where you were? You show me a receipt for a clock you bought two days ago and tell me you got it today and then expect me to trust you?"

"Are you saying I lied to you?" She stood and was almost screaming at me. I stayed in my seat and kept my voice calm.

"I know you lied to me. I know you've lied to me for months. I know where you were today and who you were with. I have pictures of you with them and none of them were women you work with."

"Pictures? Of what?" 

"Pictures of you coming out of a motel room with Willi."

She collapsed into the chair and burst into tears. "It's not what you think. I can explain."

"You can? This will be classic. You can explain being in a motel room with Willi and lying to me about it?"

"I didn't lie to you about it!"

"I asked where you were. Did you tell me you stopped at a motel with Willi? No. Therefore you lied."

"But nothing happened. We just talked. He's having trouble in his marriage."

"You honestly think I'm that stupid? If nothing happened why meet in a motel room? Why not tell me the truth? Lying to me makes you look guilty."

"I've never had sex with anyone but you since we got engaged. I love you."

"Ok. I want to talk with Willi on Tuesday evening when I get home from work. I want him to tell me about your meeting at the motel. Can you arrange that?"

"Tuesday evening? Here?"

"Yes."

"I can arrange that." She started to relax. I took the egg clock to my car with the receipt. When I came back inside Lynn was hanging up the phone. "Willi will be here Tuesday evening." She said.

"Good." I went into our living room and turned on the TV. I watched a manly movie until almost ten and then went up to bed. Lynn was in bed, wearing her standard T-shirt. When I got into bed she kissed me. She didn't kiss me when she had an infection. She said it led to me wanting sex and with the itch she didn't want sex.

The kiss was hot, included tongue and her hands touching my face. When it ended I said, "With a crazy Ph I don't want to have sex with you tonight. If you want to play you can use your mouth, if you want."

She pulled the blankets back and swallowed my limp dick. Her intentions were obvious. She wanted me to forget all about Willi and any other suspicion I might have. While her mouth was working on my cock my mind was hatching a plan. She did get my full attention and I did fill her willing mouth. Then I shut off the light and we went to sleep.

I took the swab to Dr. Seacrest at eight-thirty. Lynn arrived at noon and we had lunch at the deli down the street from my office. Lynn said she didn't feel very good, maybe we should cancel the appointment until she felt better. I said we'd have to pay for it anyway so we ought to go. At ten minutes before one we checked in. The nurse gave Lynn a questionnaire to fill out and as soon as she finished we were called. The doctor took Lynn into an examination room and put me in his office. Twenty minutes later they both came into the office and he sat behind his desk. He looked over the questionnaire and then said, "I have good news and bad news. Which would you like first?"

I said, "The bad news." Lynn said, "The good news."

"Perfect," Dr. Seacrest said, "Because the good news for Mrs. Peterson is the bad news for you Mr. Peterson. The good news, Mrs. Peterson, is that we know what is causing your problem and it is easily treatable. The bad news, Mr. Peterson, is that your wife has multiple sex partners and they have caused the infection."

"That can't be!" Lynn said.

"While you were in the exam room I had a nurse get a sperm sample from Mr. Peterson. We compared it with the sample I got from you and they are not the same. Science doesn't lie. Someone, other than Mr. Peterson, has ejaculated in you in the last three days."

Lynn began to cry. She held her face in her hands and sobbed. After a suitable silence I asked, "What is the treatment?"

Lynn's head jerked up and she stopped crying. She looked at Dr. Seacrest and then at me. The doctor said, "I can give her a stronger vaginal suppository, some pills and the other things her other OB/GYN suggested will also help. It would also help if her partners all used condoms. There is no danger of her getting pregnant as you already knew but STD's and vaginitis are real problems."

"Can we get those prescriptions filled here in the building?" I asked.

"Yes. I can send them directly to the pharmacy and you can pick them up on your way out. I'd like to see you again in a week, to see what progress the medications are having. Please make an appointment on your way out." He opened the door for us, shook my hand and pointed us towards the reception desk.

I made the follow up appointment for the following Monday at three in the afternoon. I gently put my hand on Lynn's back and guided her out to her car. She didn't say anything on the two minute walk.

I opened her car door for her and said, "Do you want to stay married to me?"

"Yes! Oh Honey, I'm so..." My hand on her face stopped her.

"Shut up. You will get in your car and go home. When you get home you will strip, shower and you will make lasagna for my dinner, with a green salad. You will not talk to me unless I ask you to. You will carry a towel around with you at all times because you are only to sit on the towel, not our good furniture. When I get home you will still be naked. Do you understand?" She nodded with tears on her cheeks.

I helped her into her car. I turned and walked back inside to get her medicines. I went back to work and began work on my new project: Lynn as a business.

When I walked into the house I saw the kitchen looked very clean and I could smell the lasagna. A nice wine was on the table with the plates and glasses. Lynn walked into the kitchen wearing three inch heels and thigh high nylons. She had a small towel in her right hand.

"I'm surprised. I expected nothing sexy. After all you have an infection and sex is not possible when you have an infection." She started to speak and remembered she was not to speak. I continued, "That is no longer the case. Anytime I want sex I will have sex. I figure you fucking other men has cost me having sex with you fifty times this year. I want those fifty times. Right now what I want is dinner. Please serve dinner."

It was wonderful. She had stopped on her way home from the doctor's office and bought fresh meat and cheese for the meal. She sat on the towel and ate dinner nude except for the stockings and heels.

When I was done I got up and headed for the living room. She cleaned up and followed me into the living room. I shut the TV off.

"Lynn, I want you to call Willi on the phone and invite him here. I will be going out for a walk for a couple hours and I don't want you here alone. You can fuck him in the guest bedroom, but not in our bedroom. No, let me amend that. I want you to fuck him in the guest room. There are condoms in the nightstand. Make sure he uses one. When he arrives be dressed just as you are. He won't even get inside before he has a boner. Do you understand?"

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she nodded. I got off the couch and headed for the back door. "Call him from the phone in our bedroom, now." She climbed the stairs and I opened and closed the back door. I didn't leave. I took our digital camera and went into the guest bedroom closet. Ten minutes passed and I heard a knock at the back door.

I heard Willi exclaim when he saw Lynn, "God, you look fantastic!" A minute later they were in the guest bedroom and a minute after that I swung the closet door open and began taking pictures. Willi was easily identifiable by the tattoo on his back and a long scar on his chest. Without him seeing me I got shots of him being sucked and of him fucking Lynn in three different positions. I hid the camera in the closet and walked out, taking a seat by the door. After Willi came he backed out of her and told her how great it was to fuck her.

He pulled the condom off and turned to take it into the bathroom. That's when he saw me and froze.

I said, "Come here Lynn. Sit here on the floor beside me." She didn't make eye contact with either of us and she did as I asked. Willi looked around for his clothes. He didn't reach for them, but he looked for them.

"I thought about kicking your balls all the way to Oregon, but I'm sure you'll be glad to know I decided not to do that. In fact, you'll like what the plan is. I want you to fuck Lynn once a week. For that you will give me five hundred dollars each time. And, you will give me five hundred dollars cash as a sort of membership fee for her club, once a month. The first missed payment and the pictures I have of the two of you fucking and sucking become public. I will make sure anyone can tell the pictures are not of Helen and that Lynn's face doesn't show. The pictures of your face are quite good. What do you say?"

"That's blackmail!" His face was red and his posture was angry and hostile. He had forgotten he was standing naked in my house holding the condom he had just fucked my wife with.

"That's strictly business. You've been fucking her for months with no regard for Helen or me. Now I offer you the chance to quit sneaking around hoping I don't find I have a product and you can rent the product. You now know what it costs. Since you have already had her this week I think it only proper that we get her five hundred and my five hundred by Thursday. The way you get us the money is by making a cash deposit to a bank account number I give you."

I gave a printed card inside a plastic bag to Lynn and told her to dump the card into Willi's hand. She did it. I told him which bank. I had Lynn collect the condom and told Willi to get dressed. We sent him home.

"Lynn, you did very well. You just increased our household income by twenty-five hundred a month. Go up to our bathroom and medicate yourself. Your Ph is probably seven. She didn't speak. I got the condom and bagged it in a sealable plastic bag. It had Lynn's DNA on the outside and Willi's on the inside.

When I locked up and went upstairs Lynn was sitting on the towel at the end of the bed. "You can talk freely." I said.

"I am now your whore, aren't I?"

"You preferred it when I was your cuckold?"

"I preferred it when you didn't know."

"Why? Now you still get to fuck around. The only real difference is that I get money for it."

"There's more, isn't there?"

"Willi might need to go on a business trip. You can go with him. He pays your expenses and deposits a thousand dollars a day for the days you are gone."

"Really?" Her face looked like she didn't believe I'd let her go.

"Really. Now get in bed and let's go to sleep."

I got in and so did she. I spooned behind her and went to sleep. When I woke up she was up already and dressed for work. My breakfast was on the table. She greeted me with a kiss and said she had been thinking and my way of handling things was better than what she deserved. She thanked me, kissed me good-bye and left for work. Five minutes later I left too.

At ten I called Lynn and as soon as she answered I said, "Remember the day you went shopping? You met a man and spent time with him at the food court. He works at the same company with you. Is he married?"

"Yes."

"He's one of your lovers, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"Tell him I've gone out of town and you want him to come for dinner tonight. An early dinner, say between four and six. If he wants to know what's on the menu tell him it's you."

"You're serious?"

"Very. Be convincing. Do not give him a sample of dinner. Call my cell when he tells you what time he'll be there. Then go home and dress just like you did for Willi. Change the sheets on the guest bed."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." I hung up. I called a techie friend and had him wire our home for audio and video recording. I paid him well and he did a great job. The cameras and mics were well hidden and the equipment for recording DVD's was in our attic.

He called me at three to say he was done. He told me how to activate the system and we agreed to meet the next afternoon to see if it was working properly.

At three-thirty Lynn called and said she was headed home to make dinner. Mr. Boughman would be at the house at five. I thanked her for the call and rushed home to activate the system. I was gone before Lynn got home. I left a dozen roses on the dining room table.

Alan and I met at the sports bar and watched some basketball and had dinner. I told him we had misinterpreted what we saw. Willi was having marriage problems and was getting help from Lynn. I had confronted them separately and their stories not only matched but made sense. The guy from work he had seen was meeting her there to ask her about another woman from work that he was interested in. 

At nine I went home. The house was clean and the roses were in a vase on the dining table. Lynn was nude and in bed. The bedside lamp was on and she was reading. When I came into the bedroom she looked up and smiled. "Welcome home."

"Did Mr. Boughman have a nice dinner?"

"I hope his wife didn't want him tonight. I don't think he will be able to get it up until tomorrow."

"Did you medicate yourself after he left?"

"Yes, and he did use a condom. I saw that you put Willi's in the freezer so I bagged his and put it in there too."

"Very good. I need a shower. Perhaps you would be good enough to wash me and suck the tensions of the day from me?"

"Yes, if that's what you want."

She got up, helped me undress, followed me into the shower and got me clean. After she shut off the water she knelt in the shower stall and sucked me, swallowing every drop I gave her. As we dried off I noticed a small bruise on her breast.

"Did Boughman bruise you?"

"Yes! He pinched my breast so hard I screamed. He never did anything like that before."

We got into bed and she said, "I kept expecting you to pop out of a closet or somewhere. Did he get a freebee tonight?"

I smiled. "I'm the only one who gets free sex from you. The day I find out someone fucks you for free, you and he will be dead. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Tomorrow after work I want you to go shopping, for real. By nice skirts, blouses and bras, sexy clothes that are still Ok for business. Get quite a few pairs of those stockings. Your budget is a thousand dollars."

She snuggled to me and kissed me. "Thank you. This could be fun, being your slut."

"This could be fun and profitable for both of us."

My techie friend and I met at the house and saw exactly how well the system had worked. I looked at the DVD and he showed me how to make a copy of anything the system recorded. After he left I watched the antics of Lynn with Mr. Boughman. I copied a short section that showed his face while he fucked Lynn without showing her face. I took the copy with me and reset the system so the touch of a single button in the house would turn on the motion sensitive recording. 

That evening Lynn and I went out to dinner and she wore some of her new clothes. She looked very sexy and we both enjoyed the attention she got in the restaurant. At home I tested her and she was back to 4.3 where she belonged. I didn't use a condom when we fucked. Dr. Seacrest had tested her for everything and she had escaped everything except the infection caused by her Ph.




Scratching Deep



The next morning I left my office in time to arrive at Lynn's office at ten, her break time. I saw Mr. Boughman walking down the hallway towards the front entrance. He didn't notice me so I just followed him into his office. I noted the name plate beside the door.

"Mr. Boughman?"

"Yes. Who are you?" I closed the door behind me and said, "I can either be your best friend or the guy who ruins your life. You get to choose. Can we sit down and find out which it is?"

He waved me to a chair. As I sat down I placed a bug under the lip of his desk. I had already placed one in Lynn's purse. They were expensive but the range made them worth it. The receiver was under the seat of Lynn's car. Mr. Boughman sat behind his desk. I noted that his chair had him just a little higher than mine had me. A power move.

"You have been seeing one of the employees on non-business basis. I'm sure your wife and your bosses would not like a video I happen to have of your meeting."

"You're full of shit! Get out!" 

I stood up and pulled a DVD from my jacket. "Here is a sample. I have a video over an hour long of you and your victim." I dropped a card next to the DVD. "Make a cash deposit to that account at the Merchant's bank before noon on Friday. The cash amount of one thousand dollars. You can have an appointment with her once a week. The price is five hundred per session and five hundred a month to be a member of her fun club. The thousand you deposit covers last night and this month's dues." 

As I drove back to work my cell phone rang. It was Lynn. She was very upset. I calmed her down and then asked her what had happened.

"Mr. Boughman called me into his office and yelled at me! He said he would have us both arrested if the video ever surfaced. He said we would go to prison. He threatened to have someone beat me up and disfigure me. Nick, he scared the hell out of me!" 

"You did just fine, sweetheart. There was a bug in his office. His threats were recorded and soon will be in the hands of the police. The only way he can avoid that happening is to deposit the money and show up for his next session."

"I don't think he will. I think he'll get me fired."

"Then fifty copies of the DVD showing him fucking an unknown woman will surface and his life as an executive will be over. The first copy will go to his wife and the second to his parents."

"You will protect me?" Her voice sounded like a scared young girl.

"No one will hurt you."

In my office I boxed a blank video disc and mailed it to Mr. Boughman's house addressed to his wife, Carolyn Boughman, not to Mrs. Ted Boughman. The post office was on the same block as my office so I walked it over and mailed it. No return address. I paid extra to have it delivered overnight express.

I took Lynn out to dinner and it helped calm her down. When we got home I checked the bank balance for the account. The thousand from Willi had been deposited. I showed Lynn the bank web page and congratulated her on being worth that much to Willi. 

"Thanks, but really we haven't made any money. I spent the thousand on clothes this week."

"How did the two of you arrange your meetings before I found out?" 

"He called me on my break at work or I called him during his lunch time."

"Tomorrow, call him. Ask him to book his two or three hours for next week. Look at your schedule and work it out. I'll find an alternative site for you, besides our house. Fucking him in our house is inviting a disaster."

"So, you want me to book a time for us but not a place?"

"Right. It will be less than a half hour drive from his office."

"Ok. You're the boss."

"We've been home almost an hour and you're still dressed. I prefer it when I can see all your goodies. Please get naked and get your towel. If you worry about being cool, turn up the heat."

"Yes, Sir."

I played on the computer for a while and saw an ad for a motor home. I looked at other ads and found a solution to where to have Willi and others meet Lynn. I focused on finding one I could afford and that Lynn could drive.

The next morning I had Lynn dress nicely with a little extra sex appeal and sent her to work. I went to my office and worked on two projects until almost noon. My phone rang and the number was close to the one for Lynn's office. I guessed it was Mr. Boughman. I was wrong, It was Lynn.

"Honey, I have a new phone number! I've been promoted! I'm assigned on a project team and I have an office on the third floor."

"Mr. Boughman is your boss?"

"Yes!"

"He will not be working there this afternoon if the deposit isn't made before noon. That gives him twenty-eight minutes. Thirty minutes from now fifty packages will be at the post office."

"You think they will fire me?"

"Your face doesn't show on the DVD that is ready to ship. It does show on the one the court will see if you get fired. If you get questioned, you are the victim. He threatened to fire you unless you fucked him. That's your story and you'll stick to it."

"Yes, Sir."

"It should be an interesting afternoon. Have a nice lunch."

"I don't know if I can eat."

"Eat. Buy lunch for a couple of the women you worked with yesterday. Whatever you spend I'll make it up to you. I'll pay your credit card bill."

"Thank you! Ok. I should go back to work."

"Lynn. Remember this, Mr. Boughman doesn't love you. I do. He's strictly business."

"I love you too." We hung up. I punched keys on my computer and brought up our new account. The night before the balance was eleven hundred dollars. At ten minutes to noon it was two thousand one hundred dollars. Mr. Boughman had collapsed.

I called Lynn's cell and said, "The deposit has been made. No one will bother you today. Have a great lunch."

She laughed and thanked me. I went shopping for a motor home.

We created a new calendar program on the computer at home. It was Lynn's pussy schedule. The first entry was her next "date" with Willi. He picked Thursday, late afternoon. We blocked out times when we wanted or needed to do things and I printed a week schedule showing blocks of time that Mr. Boughman could choose. I could have given him lots of choices but decided that giving him six opening in a week sent the message that he was not the only one renting my wife's body.

I handed the print out to Lynn and said, "On Monday show him the openings and let him choose. Let him know the appointment happens after the deposit, not before. Call me from your cell and tell me what he chooses."

"Wow! You are a better businessman than I thought, and I thought you were good already."

"Thank you." I told her my idea about a motor home as her new office and she liked the idea. She asked if we could also use it for mini-vacations for us, too. I liked that idea too.

We spent Saturday looking at motor homes all over three counties. We crossed off the big bus-like motor homes. Lynn was afraid to sit in the driver's seat, much less start it and drive it.

As it started getting dark we were sixty miles or more from home. A good sales woman had already asked where we were from and she suggested we go for dinner and then come back and spend the night in the motor home we had been looking at. She got us linens and pillows from the supply the dealership had and we accepted.

We drove the motor home down to a shopping center, parked away from most all the cars and ate dinner at an Outback Steakhouse. Back in the motor home Lynn took the wheel and drove around the huge parking lot getting comfortable behind the wheel. Before nine we drove back to the dealership and parked for the night. 

We closed the curtains and locked the doors. I checked from the outside to see what I would need to do so no one could watch Lynn and her men except me. I made some notes. Lynn thought this motor home could be fun for her to use. The sales woman called it a Class "C" meaning it started life as a van and a company had built a temporary home on the frame. It was three years old. New it had cost someone about sixty thousand. In the economy we had for the present I was pretty sure nineteen thousand would make the motor home ours.

Lynn wanted us to test the bed. We did. Something needed to be done to limit the bounce caused by athletic fucking. I was pretty sure whet we did would draw a crowd on a Wednesday afternoon somewhere. I made notes about that too.

We ran the generator for an hour. Outside it was very noisy and unless it was really hot I wouldn't have Lynn run it. It was necessary in order to run the air conditioning. The air conditioning worked well. We ran the heating system as well and it worked well. It didn't need the generator.

Lynn had become quite comfortable with having her body exposed. She spent most of the evening checking things out around the motor home while she wore nothing. I enjoyed looking and realized at about midnight I didn't see her the way I used to. I used to guard her body being visible like it was important that no one saw her parts except me. I noticed the change when she bent over to pick up her little towel and I saw her pussy lips wink at me. I wondered if Willi liked seeing that wink. The question had me smile.

We went to bed and slept well. In the morning we were awakened by a pounding on the door. The saleswoman called out, "Open up! I have breakfast for us!"

"So, open the door." I said. I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on. Lynn looked around and didn't immediately see her shorts so she just opened the door. The sales woman, Sally, handed the bag of food up to Lynn and carried the three cups of coffee with her as she climbed the three steps up into the motor home. She closed the door. 

Lynn had taken breakfast out of the bag and set the table for the three of us.

"I get the idea you made yourselves ta' home. So, what's the verdict?"

"Sit. Let's talk while we eat." I said. "I'm hungry."

Lynn put her little towel down on the seat and scooted over, making room for either Sally or me to sit next to her. I motioned for Sally to sit wherever she wanted. She had a hesitation about choosing where it sit.

"Would it help if Lynn covered her skin?"

"It would. Ever since she opened the door I've been trying to make it Ok that she's naked. I'm a little uncomfortable." 

I found a t-shirt and Lynn pulled it on. She apologized and said she had forgotten that most people don't run around home naked.

Sally sat next to Lynn and the three of us ate as we talked. I asked about jacks to hold the motor home steady and Sally gave us a price, including installation. I asked about a thicker, longer drape system. She gave us a quote and said Lynn or I could pick the fabric from samples they had in the office. Then we talked price and with everything including sales tax I needed to spend twenty thousand eight hundred dollars. 

Lynn got dressed and so did I. We met with the finance man and three hours later we were on our way home. Sally had phoned a place where we could keep it. She gave us guides to where campgrounds and service centers were located. We had new electric jacks installed and tested, new longer curtains that wouldn't ever suffer from gap-osis, and a full compliment of fluids; fresh water, propane and gas.

Lynn drove the motor home as I followed her in our car. I saw a Wal-Mart ahead and honked at Lynn. Her turn signal came on and soon we were parked in the Wal-Mart parking lot. As we walked in I said we needed two-way radios, linens and a mattress pad. There was a big mattress store next to the Wal-Mart. We went in and Lynn got a new mattress for the motor home. They put it in and threw the foam mattress away that had been in the motor home.

As we walked around Wal-Mart we saw things the motor home needed and we bought many of them. At the storage yard we packed things away and locked the motor home. I paid three months rent on our space and liked where we had our spot. It couldn't be seen from the street,

Lynn asked me why I didn't just toss her to the street when I found out she was fucking other men. I explained how I had invested almost ten years in our relationship and didn't want to throw all that away. I had spent almost ten years wanting her to be happy. I had figured out that for her to be happy she needed more strange sex than she could get from me. In my head the only way to have her be happy was to do something to support her having lots of sex.

"Most men would have kicked my ass and I'd be single tonight."

"I'm not most men. Are you most women?"

"What are you asking?"

"What if Sally had been a free spirit this morning and had stripped off and then had sex with both of us? Would you be Ok with that?"

"A threesome?"

"Or just me screwing her?"

"Oh." She looked at the table but I was sure she wasn't actually seeing anything except the mental picture of me fucking Sally. She was quiet for a while.

"My head went to the thought, that if you screwed her you must not love me."

"Good thing my head didn't stay there. I thought that. I saw Willi holding your ass in his hands, squeezing your tit as you danced and that's where my head went. What does he have or do that I don't have or do for Lynn?"

"Are you going to fuck other women?"

"Yes."

She looked me in the eyes and asked, softly, "Have you already?"

"No. But if Sally had stripped off I would have made a run at her. She was... is damn attractive."

"That's my fault, isn't it?"

"I don't care. Fault. What is is that you fuck other men. The glue that keeps us together isn't sperm or cum. The glue that keeps us together is that we both want what makes both of us happy. So, I can stick it to anyone and still have what I have with you, as long as you're as Ok with that as I am with letting Willi and others fill you with their cocks."

"Will you make money for us when you fuck?"

"I've been thinking about that. With your help, I think we can make lots of money fucking. So, to answer your question, yes, I plan to make money fucking. I haven't thought it through completely, but I'm working on it."

We left one two-way radio in the RV and the other one went into my car. At home we did all our weekend chores and by ten we were in the shower, getting ready for bed. When we got in bed Lynn asked me a good question.

"Ok, we have the RV. Where do I take it on Thursday to meet Willi?"

"We need a parking lot that is big but not used too much. You know the area over by the Wonder bread factory?"

"Where all the warehouses are?"

"Yeah. Trucks go in and out of the area a lot, but not many shoppers or soccer moms heading for schools. You could park in one of their parking lots, then call Willi and tell him the address."

"And, the next week we would meet somewhere else."

"And on a different day. We need to vary the schedule each week. I don't want a pattern that's too easy to track."

"I need to drive around after work and scope out good parking places. I can make a map and let you know where I'll be for each date."

"The two-way radios will allow me to follow and make sure you're safe."

We kissed and went to sleep. In the morning from my office I contacted my techie friend and hired him to bug the RV. Three cameras were enough to cover the interior completely. By the end of the day he had installed the system and we had tested it. I had left him at the storage yard working and when I came back I looked for the cameras and it took me ten minutes to find one. The other two I never found until he showed me where they were. I was a little worried that I had invested almost twenty-five thousand and only gotten two thousand back, but then I remembered how it had taken months after I started my business to see the first money coming in.

Lynn had called me to tell me the time Mr. Boughman had picked. Wednesday at one. He had reserved a hotel room about half an hours drive from their work. I had Lynn remind him that the deposit needed to be made before noon the day before any appointment.

We visited the RV that evening and stored the sheets, soaps and other supplies. Lynn didn't notice the cameras. When we were done I had her strip and we fucked. As we left the RV I opened an outside storage door and got the DVD from the recorder.

"What's that?" She asked.

"Insurance. Come on. When we get home I'll explain everything."

Twenty minutes later I popped the DVD into our home system and turned on our TV. The scene showed me undressing while Lynn undressed, in the RV. The audio picked up every word, grunt and moan while we fucked. It followed us right up to the time when I shut it off, just before we got out of the RV.

"Now I know what you meant when you said, Insurance. But, how do I turn it on and off?

"Near the door is a power distribution panel. Lots of switches and lights for things like the generator, the air conditioning, switching from battery to AC, and there's a switch that says refer."

"For the refrigerator!" Lynn said.

"That's what it says. It turns on the recording system. Like the one here in the house it will record eight hours of activity. If you turn it on and sit down to read a book it won't record you. When you stand up, it turns on and records. When you stop moving it waits five minutes and then shuts down. You don't need to shut it off at the end of a date. You don't need to change DVD's or any of that. I'll do all of it."

"When I meet with Mr. Boughman I'll be in a hotel room. No video there."

"There's a bug in your purse. I can listen to everything said in the room. Before you go in you say the room number. If anything happens that shouldn't I'll be in the room as fast as I can. There is also a recording made of everything that is said near your purse, again, just for insurance."

"Wow. I'd better be careful about saying bad things about you."

"Yes, that would not be nice. And, if I hear nasty things about me and you aren't on a date, you will pay for what you say. I understand that Willi needs to hear that he's a better lover than me. That's business."

She went to the hotel with Mr. Boughman. I parked in the hotel parking lot and listened to them. He was an arrogant man who demanded things rather than asking nicely. He used words and phrases to Lynn that had me almost angry enough to kick his ass, but I realized he was baiting us by baiting Lynn. He wanted us to end the game and he could stop making his financial deposits. He didn't hit her or cause her to say the panic word she told me she would say if she needed help.

Half an hour after they walked into the room he had cum inside her cunt, dressed and left her in the room. She showered and redressed before leaving. She went back to work and so did I.

The next day she drove to the storage yard, left her car and took the RV. She parked it in a lot for an electrical supply company. People did go in and out of the lot but not too many and she parked at the far end of the lot.

Fifteen minutes later Willi parked across the street and walked to the RV. He knocked once and the door opened. He climbed in.

"Nice RV Lynn. Is it yours?"

"It belongs to a friend. I do him a favor and he lets me use it sometimes. Do you like it?"

"Yeah. It has the two things I like; a bed and a bitch to put on the bed."

"Yeah, Willi. For the next two hours I am your bitch. Let's do what I love you doing to me."

"That's shit and I know it. You fuck me for the money."

"You don't pay me! I've been fucking you for months because I love what your big cock does to me. Reach up inside my skirt. I'm wet. Show me a couple hundred dollars and I won't be wet. Money doesn't make me wet. Your cock does."

"Your husband likes the money."

"So do you. Look at it this way, you make a deposit somewhere so you can have a romp once a week with no hassles. You don't need to wait for a neighborhood party or wait until Nick is out of town. The money is about freedom and convenience. You get to fuck me and I get to fuck you without ever being interrupted again."




Scratching Deep



"I hate paying for pussy!"

"You aren't. You're paying for privacy, safety and no worries. I fuck you for free, because I love fucking you. Now, I have a brand new bed we've never used. Don't you think we should use it and have some fun?"

The sounds of undressing and of kissing came out of my headset and I heard her remind him to put on a raincoat. She opened a drawer and I heard him or her rip open the package. She said, "Here, let me help."

A minute later they were fucking. They fucked for a long time and he got really into it with her.

"Nick hasn't fucked you in here?"

"I don't call what Nick does fucking. This is fucking and I love this!"

"Is his dick as big as mine?"

"I've told you many times, his is as big as yours... when he's hard and you aren't. Feeling full isn't something he does for me. Now, fill me up!"

The sounds of grunting and groaning were loud and then Lynn said, "Cum in me! I'm cumming!"

He came. The sounds were of heavy breathing and as I listened it slowed and became normal.

"Can you get hard again? I'd like more." Lynn said.

"Maybe, if you suck me."

I heard the drawer and Lynn said, "I'll give you a fresh raincoat. If you get hard I want it in my ass. Ok?"

"Hell yes!"

It was a vivid experience listening to the sounds from the RV. I knew Willi wasn't bigger than me. I knew Lynn was lying to him. It was business. The thing that wasn't a lie was that she really liked being fucked by him.

He got almost hard and said he was ready. They moved around and I heard grunting and a yelp or two.

"You aren't quite hard enough to get in my ass now. When we get together next week let's start by fucking my ass. I know you'll stretch my ass then. Ok?"

"Ok! Finish me off with your mouth, then I need to go."

A few minutes later I heard the sound of water running, the toilet flushing and Willi getting dressed.

"What day next week Willi?"

"Wednesday?"

"No, that won't work. I'm busy Wednesday. How about Tuesday?"

I heard pages turning and he said, "It would need to be in the morning."

"How early?"

"Eight-thirty or nine."

"Ok. Eight-thirty on Tuesday. I'll call your cell at eight and let you know where."

"Will you be in this?"

"Probably, if my friend will loan it to me."

I heard the door open and then close. I watched Willi cross the street and get in his car. I called Lynn on the two-way radio.

She responded, "Breaker, breaker. Is that you good buddy?"

"Yup. Clean up and take the RV back to your friend. I'll be home at about six-thirty. Oh, don't forget to use your meds, Honey."

"Thanks."

I went back to my office and transferred the work I'd done sitting in my car onto my office computer. When Lynn went home she washed the sheets from the RV and made dinner. She called me on my cell and said dinner would be on the table at a quarter to seven. I was there in time to wash up and sort the mail.

As we ate she told me that when she got back to work Mr. Boughman had handed her a post-it that said, "Tuesday from one-thirty till three-thirty."

"Can you safely take them both on in one day?"

"If I'm careful. Willi won't forget that he gets my ass so the deposit he makes in my pussy won't be much. This weekend I'll buy some pre-packaged douches and in between boys I'll douche. That ought to help."

She had tested after she got home and her Ph was 5.9. She told me she had douched with water right after Willi left. I went to the storage yard after dinner and reset the recording system. I marked the DVD with the date and a #1. Willi was now a number.

At home I put the DVD in a drawer. I realized I would have a big collection of DVD's and I needed somewhere to keep them. I cleaned out one drawer of my desk. I decided when I had ten DVD's I would open a safety deposit box at the bank and every time I had ten I'd move them to the box.

Lynn was naked, sitting on the bed when I walked in. She looked up and smiled.

"I like the smile, but I wonder why is it there?"

"I used to be worried all the time that you knew, that you were about to toss me out or beat the shit out of me. The worry is gone! I feel well fucked and very well loved."

""Tell me about some of the women you know, please."

"Looking for a Honey?"

"Yes."

She talked about women she knew. Most of them were not possibilities. They had never shared any unhappiness stories with Lynn. However, since she had moved to her new job she had met one woman who was a real possibility. Mrs. Clarke. She was the neglected wife of Mr. Clarke, Mr. Boughman's boss. The day she moved into her new office Mrs. Clarke was her first phone call.

Mrs. Aurora Clarke had been talking to the woman who had the phone number before Lynn almost every day. Her first call had been a getting-to-know-you call and Lynn had impressed her. She called a couple times a week. The short version was Mr. Clarke was more interested in the business than he was in giving his wife the business.

"Ask her if she has a computer. If she does recommend she calls my cell number and ask for an upgrade. Let her know the initial visit is free."

"I can suggest that. When I talk to her, are you my husband?"

"No, but you can say I'm married. Married women would rather mess with someone who is married, I think. He's not as likely to want her to dump her husband."

"Ok. I expect her call tomorrow. You may get a call from her tomorrow."

"Can you check on Mr. Clarke's schedule without causing anyone to notice?"

"Sure. You want to know when he'll be out of town?"

"That would make things easier."

The next day I got an email with a picture of Mrs. Aurora Clarke and her phone number. In the picture she was standing in a garden holding a glass of champagne and smiling. She had on a summer sun dress that showed lots of skin and ample cleavage, nice legs and lots of tanned skin. She looked to be about my age. The email message said, "I talked to her. She gave me the picture to send to you. She wants you to call her before noon, today. Give her a good deal on a computer upgrade."

I called. The conversation was all business and we set an appointment for the free evaluation. As we talked I got a new email that gave me her husband's schedule. He was going to Tampa Bay for the weekend. His plane would leave in three hours.

"Mrs. Clarke, I have a cancellation for early this evening. If you want, I can come and give your computer the evaluation today."

"What time?"

"How about six?" His plane left at four-forty-five.

"Six would be fine, but would I be keeping you from a date with your wife or anything?"

"No. I am married but this evening my wife is in San Diego. In fact she will be gone until about noon tomorrow."

"No other plans?"

"If I wasn't meeting with your computer I'd be watching a pro-basketball game on TV."

"You're a fan?"

"Only when I have nothing else to do."

She gave me her address and we ended the call. I called Lynn.

"She asked me over for tonight. I'll be gone when you get home from work."

"Gone all night?"

"If I'm lucky. Any idea how much Mr. Clarke is worth?"

"He's the executive vice president of the company. Without nosing around I'd say he makes half a mill a year."

"Nice."

I looked him up on Google. After looking at five different sites I put together a pretty good picture. He was fifty years old, had worked for Buick for many years and now was Executive VP of one of GM's big parts manufacturing companies. He had gone to Yale for his MBA. He had married Aurora the same year he had moved from Buick. Her family had tons of money. Old, crusty New England money.

I went home and showered, shaved and put on fresh clothes. I put three condoms in my tool kit before I drove to the Clarke estate. I parked a block away until five minutes to six.

At six I pressed the button next to the gate. I heard her voice and I said, "Hi. I'm here for the computer evaluation."

She let me in. The gates swung open and I drove up to the house. I parked beside the house, not in front like a guest. She opened the side door as I got out of my car. I smiled. She was wearing loose leg shorts and a halter top. She was barefoot. Her hair was still just a little damp.

We got the greetings out of the way and she led me to her computer. We talked as I took the case off the tower and looked inside. Mr. Clarke had bought her a nice machine. I started it and after it booted I looked at what was inside. I found that he had installed two different key stroke monitor programs. Then I discovered no one had ever looked at them. I came to the conclusion that he didn't even know the monitors were there. I got rid of some things she didn't want or need and made the machine operate faster. She watched everything I did. After half an hour she said, "Talk to me."

I told her what I had found and what I had done. I told her about the key stroke monitors. She didn't flinch.

"Ok. You're good. Michael had one of his techies look at the machine and he didn't find either monitor. Now, would you like to see my real computer?"

"Yes! You're a lot more savvy than Michael or anyone knows."

"I'll tell you a story one day, but not today."

She led me to an out building that used to be a stable. Maybe a hundred years ago it had horses in it. In one room there were boxes of fabric and two commercial sewing machines. She moved a box of fabric and hit a button. A door opened and we walked inside a small room. I was in awe. She had thousands and thousands of dollars of high tech computer equipment.

She sat down and said, "Do you know my husband?"

"No. We've never met."

"I know. I know a lot. On the phone you said your name was Pete. It's Nick. Your wife works for my husband, with Yes Boughman as her supervisor. She's been fucking him for just over a year. You know all about it."

"Ok. You're good, no, you're incredible. You know why I wanted to meet you?"

"At least three reasons. First, to use me to make money. Second, to get laid. Third, to maybe add me to your stable and make money from me fucking."

"Ok. Guilty as charged. Why am I here?"

"I want you to help me ruin my husband. By the end of the year I want him either living in an eight by ten cell in some nasty prison or living in a tiny, filthy studio apartment with rats and cockroaches as roommates."

"You don't like him."

"You don't either. Mr. Yes Boughman drugged your wife, fucked her then gave her to my husband. He fucked her ass and then shot his load in her pussy. It was the first big infection she had last year."

Her fingers tapped the keyboard and she held a finger poised above the enter key.

"I have it on video. Want to see it?"

"No, I believe you." I wanted to find both men and fuck them up bad. Fucking for fun and profit is one thing, rape and disregard for someone's health is quite another.

"Are you in?"

"Yes. So is Lynn."

"I know. I have cultivated our friendship ever since she got promoted. She's going to get promoted again."

"Money is nice."

"You don't need to worry about money. We are already rich and we're about to make a few million more."

"I hate to disagree but you're rich. I've spent twenty-five thousand setting up our little fuck business and so far I have had less than eight thousand come in."

She stood up and led me out of the computer room and into an apartment.

"It's one of our guest rooms. Take off your clothes. She started undressing. I knew she could video everything we did. I undressed anyway. She posed for me, holding her wonderful breasts up for my attention.

"I want to feel you sucking my tits, Nick. Just like you did to Lynn the other night in your RV."

"Big Sister is watching!"

She stepped close and said, "Suck big sister!"

I did. For the next two hours I did anything she asked me to do and I volunteered to do many things she didn't specifically ask me to do. When I was exhausted we rested on the big bed.

"You have a plan?"

"Yes, but you aren't angry enough yet. He married me to get access to my money. He got access to one percent of my money. He thinks the one percent makes him rich. On our wedding day, I have found out, he fucked three of my bridesmaids. He gave them ten thousand in cash, each. The day of his good-bye party at Buick he fucked his secretary and her daughter. He told his secretary he would hire her once he got settled in his new job. He didn't. Instead he sent her twenty thousand in cash and never returned a phone call or email." 

As she spoke she was stroking the life back into my cock.

"Right now he is in Tampa Bay for a football game. He doesn't give a shit about the game. He has his eye on a cheerleader for Tampa Bay and they are at dinner right now. In an hour he will be fucking her and she will lie to him and tell him he's good. He's not that good. He believes all he needs to do is stick his eight inches in and every woman in the world will fall in love."

"Why are you still married to him?"

"If I initiate a divorce he will be able to take money that isn't his. It wouldn't financially hurt me but he'd live well on that money and that, sweet Nick, is not going to happen."

"Remind me to never cross you."

"If you ever wake up feeling like a Mack truck is parked on your chest, you'll know you crossed me."

"I'm hungry."

"My cook made us some baby back ribs, beans and cornbread. They are in the oven staying warm. Let's eat." She led me to the main house without either of us getting dressed. The dinner was incredible. The meat came off the bones at the slightest touch. The cornbread was made with kernels of corn baked into it.

Aurora dabbed some sauce on her nipples and offered them to me. They tasted heavenly and they puckered as I sucked the sauce off them. I rubbed sauce on my cock and she sucked it off, taking her time. 

She took me back to the computer room and said, "Let's check on my husband. A few keystrokes and a monitor showed the inside of his suite. He was spread eagled on the bed and the young cheerleader was bobbing her head up and down on his fat cock.

"His next move is to stand her up at the end of the bed and fuck her from behind. He won't eat her. He will attempt to get in her ass and if he does he'll cum by pulling out of her ass and going directly into her cunt."

"He's an ass!"

He moved on screen and positioned her just as Aurora said he would. We shut off the screen and I noticed she didn't stop recording.

"What do we do next?" I asked.

"I think Lynn should help us. She can invite Carl to invite my husband for a threesome."

"Carl is not Mr. Boughman's first name."

"No. He likes his first given name, Bradley. He says it's the name a rich man would have. I call him Carl, his middle name."

"What happens while they are having the threesome?"

"They will be discovered by the paparazzi. Since your wife will be in on the game she will be wearing handcuffs and have her panties stuffed in her mouth when the police and paparazzi arrive. The rape will happen at work."

"They will be toast!"

"And your wife will make a lot of money. She'll go on Oprah, Dr. Phil, Letterman and get paid very well for her story. Poor working woman fucked by her bosses and brutalized."

"Damn! I like it."

She hit some keys and the monitor showed our bedroom. Lynn was in bed, her legs spread and her red wiggler dildo shoved in deep. She was close. She held the dildo with both hands and thrashed as the orgasm took her.

"She is so hot!" Aurora said. "Neither man will even try to resist."

We watched as Lynn pulled the dildo out. Aurora said, "Listen." She hit a button and we could hear Lynn.

"God, I love you, Nick! Come home and fuck me!"

"She knows we can see her?" I asked, shocked.

"No. Every night you aren't there she uses her toys and says the same thing. She loves you."

Aurora shut the monitor off and we went back to the main house, carrying our clothes. We showered together and went to bed.

When my eyes opened Aurora was sitting next to me on the bed looking at my cock. When it twitched she looked at my face and said, "Do you have your cell phone?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Call Lynn. Have her go to the IHOP near your house. You'll go get her and bring her here. By tonight we will be a threesome bent on revenge and justice."

I rolled to the edge of the bed and found my cell in my khakis. Lynn answered on the first ring.

"Hi. I love you Lynn. Have you even met the lady I'm working for?"

"No."

"Then get dressed and meet me at the IHOP. Don't go in, just park and get in my car."

"What's going on?"

"Trust me. You want to meet her."

"Ok. Give me half an hour."

True to her word thirty minutes later she parked at the back of the lot and got in my car. Aurora was ducked down in the back seat. As Lynn got in she saw Aurora. She sat, closed the door and said, "Good morning... both of you."

I drove and Aurora talked with Lynn. At the gate Aurora gave me the code and the gate opened. She had me park back by the stables.

A couple hours later Lynn was still in overwhelm. She was in as the victim of the two men and she was becoming fast friends with Aurora. We walked from the computer room to the guest room and as soon as she walked in she said, "You fucked her in this room!"

"And the plan is for Nick to fuck both of us in this same room and to eat our pussies too."

Aurora started undressing. She and I helped Lynn take off her clothes. Lynn kept asking questions and making statements without waiting for answers.

"I've never done a three way with you, Nick."

"Are you a lesbian?"

"Do you expect me to lick her?"

"Oh, nice tits!"

"Do you have condoms?"

She shut up when Aurora took her nipple into her mouth and did whatever magic she did. I knelt and licked Lynn's slit. She moaned and opened her legs for me.

I noticed Aurora's pussy just inches from Lynn's. I moved my head and licked Aurora's slit. She jumped and moaned. My head went back to Lynn.

It wasn't long before we were all on the floor in a daisy chain of moans and groans. Lynn came first. I focused on getting Aurora to scream. She had said her husband never gave anyone oral. I love giving oral. She shuddered and grabbed my head as she screamed. Success!

Then she was quiet. I looked up at her face and Lynn was kissing her! I moved over and tucked my tongue into Lynn while my hands kept stimulating Aurora. It wasn't long before both women were quivering with excitement and then stiffened in orgasm. I rolled Lynn onto her back and entered her while she was still shaking in orgasmic delight. Aurora sucked on one of Lynn's tits and held the other one in her hand.

"Give me all of it! Oh Nick! You are the best!"

We teamed up on her and soon she was an emotional and physical puddle on the bedroom carpet. I came inside her and held her in my arms. Aurora held us both and the three of us kissed and touched for a long time.

Lynn lifted her head and asked, "Could we snuggle in bed?"

The answer came in movement. We got in the bed, covered up and snuggled, caressed and eventually fell asleep. Both women woke before I did and were deep in conversation about men in general, me in particular and the two men who were their targets; Carl and her husband Michael. I listened.

After a while Aurora whispered with her lips right next to my ear: "We know you're awake."

"I kept my eyes closed because you're both so beautiful I would get distracted if I looked."

They kissed me in response. Eventually we ate another meal and spent the night back in the guest room. We decided to let Willi off the financial hook and assure his silence by holding onto the DVD's. The money we would get from doing Carl and Michael would make up for what we would miss from Willi.

During the week Michael came back from Tampa and Aurora asked him to take care of hiring someone to manage an apartment building she bought. It was small, only six apartments, and she specified how much money she wanted from the rentals each month. He agreed to take care of it for her. She told me she had asked for too little. He could get all the money she wanted by renting five apartments and keeping one as a playpen for Carl and himself. As soon as he started renting apartments Aurora realized he was going to rent only to single women and fuck them all. She had her guys pose as part of the painting crew and install video systems all over the building.




Scratching Deep



He kept apartment six for his private use. He had the painting crew install soundproofing between six and five so the woman in five wouldn't hear what was going on in six. 

From the time we met Aurora until Lynn was taken by Mr. Boughman (Carl) to the apartment, six weeks had passed. Four weeks after we met Aurora I met with Willi. I followed him to a deli where he bought lunch. I sat down with him as his mouth was full of corned beef sandwich.

"Willi, I like you. I'm going to cut you a deal, if you like it you can stop making deposits in both the bank and Lynn. You can also keep everything a secret. I will hold the DVD's for seven years, in case you decide to talk to anyone about your indiscretions."

He swallowed the bite in his mouth and asked, "You mean it?"

I nodded and said, "I'm serious. The affair is over and you're free. The price is silence. Agree?"

"Is Lynn Ok with this?"

"She will miss having you fuck her, but she's going to be Ok. Thanks for worrying about her. That will make her feel better. Whenever we're at a neighborhood party or see you socially you won't make a move on her. I'll know and I won't say anything if you do. I'll just mail fifty DVD's of you. Clear?"

"Yes! I'm safe and done."

"Enjoy your lunch." I left him and he ate the rest of the sandwich.

On the following Tuesday Lynn had sex with Mr. Boughman in the RV. Lynn parked it by a nearby lake and Mr. Boughman parked his car at the marina and walked over.

When their business was over and Lynn and he were redressed he asked if Lynn would like a threesome. She asked with whom. She looked surprised when his answer was Mr. Michael Clarke. She wasn't, but she looked shocked anyway.

They agreed to meet the following Wednesday, but Mr. Boughman wanted to change to Michael's apartment. He would take her from work and bring her back after the date. Lynn sweetened the deal by telling Mr. Boughman he didn't need to pay for next week, it was a freebee.

She didn't ask where the apartment was. Both men felt safe there. They weren't.

I gave her a set of handcuffs to carry in her purse. She let Aurora and I know the plan. On Monday I went to the police. I met with a detective Saunders and told him what I suspected. What I suspected was all about Mr. Boughman. I told detective Saunders that Mr. Boughman had threatened her job if she didn't have sex with him, any time and any place he said. I told them that Lynn had told me that Boughman had told her to wear sexy underwear on Tuesday.

I gave them a company brochure with his picture on it and I gave him a picture of Lynn taken at a party in our neighborhood. He promised to follow and catch Mr. Boughman the next time he assaulted Lynn.

During the work day on Monday Lynn asked Mr. Boughman if there was anything special Mr. Clarke would want her to wear on Tuesday. Boughman called Mr. Clarke and asked.

"Tell her to wear black lace. Both thong and bra. Oh, and stockings not pantyhose."

Mr. Boughman called our home and left the message for Lynn. "Your date wants you to wear a black lace thong, bra and thigh high stockings. So do I."

Lynn wore just what they asked for.

At the appropriate moment Lynn walked out the side door of the building with Mr. Boughman and got into his car. When they left the parking lot they were followed by a gray Ford. A mile later the tail changed to a white van with a logo for a plumbing company painted on the side.

Mr. Boughman parked right in front of apartment six. He got out and he opened the door for Lynn and held her elbow to the room. At a single knock the door opened and Mr. Clarke let them in.

I can tell you what happened next because Aurora and I were watching in the video room at her stable.

Lynn was kissed by Mr. Clarke and in the kiss she dropped her purse. It popped open and Mr. Boughman saw the handcuffs. He picked them out of her purse and showed them to Mr. Clarke.

"These could be fun! Don't you agree, slut!" Mr. Clarke said.

"They were a gift! I've never had them on." Lynn told the truth. They were a gift, from Aurora Clarke!

Mr. Clarke took them from Mr. Boughman and told Lynn to get out of her dress. After she had put the dress on I bent one section of the zipper. When she unzipped it got stuck. Mr. Clarke grabbed the dress and yanked the zipper apart. It fell to the floor and left Lynn standing between Boughman and Clarke in the lacy thong, half bra, thigh high stockings and heels.

Mr. Clarke moved behind Lynn and put the handcuffs on her. They led her to the bed and pushed her onto her back, with her arms pinned under her. She began saying she didn't like what they were doing and she wanted them to stop. She begged them not to rape her.

Mr. Clarke laughed and said, "You can't rape a whore. You belong to Bradley."

Mr. Bradley Boughman laughed and said, "I pay you to fuck me. Mr. Clarke pays you too, so shut up and fuck!"

Lynn continued to protest and Boughman ripped her thong off and stuffed it in her mouth. Both men undressed, completely. Mr Clarke said, "Bradley, you want her cunt or her ass?"

"You choose whichever you want. I'll take the other one."

"Thanks."

Lynn thrashed on the bed and when Mr. Clarke moved in and held her legs she tried to kick him. He made her miss and then he slapped her tit hard enough to bruise and shoved his cock in her cunt. She struggled and Boughman helped hold her down.

The door to apartment six flew open. Three uniformed police officers and two detectives moved quickly into the room and one of the officers took pictures. The two men were arrested. Lynn was freed, saw two EMT's and was transported to the nearest hospital.

Aurora was called from the jail by her husband. He told her how he had been framed and he could beat the bogus charges if they ever made it to court. He asked her to come down and bail him out. She told him she was busy and couldn't come right away, maybe he should call his lawyer.

She had already called his lawyer and told him that as of that morning she would no longer cover any legal bills of her husband. When Michael called the lawyer he was told he would need to retain the lawyer before he would represent him. Michael yelled and screamed at the lawyer and the lawyer hung up. When he attempted to pay the bail with a credit card he discovered that the District Attorney considered both men flight risks and convinced the judge to hold them for trial without bail. If bail had been allowed he would have discovered his credit was gone, as were the balances in the accounts he thought he had hidden from his wife.

I checked our bank account and discovered one hundred thousand dollars had been deposited. I picked Lynn up from the hospital and she cried all the way to the car. We drove to her work and she drove her car home. On our kitchen table were two tickets to Los Angeles. We packed for a week away and drove to the airport. Our plane was met in Los Angeles by a limo. The driver only knew where to take us, nothing more. It was a home on the beach in Malibu. He gave us a key and carried our suitcases to the front door.

Inside we found a typed note: "Enjoy a couple days at the beach. Lynn won't lose her job. Your lawyer has contacted the company and they know where Carl and Michael are spending the night. In two days fly back. Your lawyer will meet the flight."

We had fun for the two days and nights. We flew back and were met by a limo driver with a sign. Our names were on the sign. As soon as we stepped up and said we were who he was waiting for a photographer took fifteen pictures of us.

We had not watched the TV news or listened to the radio while we were gone. Someone had leaked the story of the two executives raping an employee to the press. The photographer at the airport was just the first. By the time we were half way home the phone in the limo rang and the driver was redirected to the police station.

Two hours with detectives, our lawyer (hired by Aurora) and someone from the DA's office and we were again on our way home. The trial never happened. The DA convinced Carl, Michael and their lawyer that trial would get them twenty-five to life. They took fifteen to twenty-five in a plea agreement.

We each got what we wanted. Aurora got rid of her husband and kept her money away from him. Lynn got a new lover and an opening for many more. She discovered she was bi. I got a steady income working for Aurora, living with Aurora and Lynn, two more than willing lovers and some great vacations with both of them. Oh yes, Aurora gave me the apartment building. That leads to a whole new story. Was it revenge or justice for the boys? Some may say I should have kicked Lynn to the street and moved on. Looking at my life now, I'd say it worked out to my advantage to keep her.

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