69 comments/ 89197 views/ 45 favorites Silent Nights By: imhapless The title of this story does not indicate that it is about a religious Christmas song. Rather the title is merely a double entendre, which will become clear shortly. You have probably met people like me, Jim Gage, and my friend, Tanya Gage, before. We love to talk. For many people that is a turnoff, but not for Tanya and me. Aside from Tanya's obvious beauty that is one of the things that attracted me to her; namely, she loves to chat. It is fortunate for me but that turns a lot of guys off because otherwise I would not have had a chance with someone as beautiful and sexy as Tanya is. While I am not chopped liver myself, I think that almost anyone would say that Tanya is better looking than I am; in fact better looking than 99.9% of the female population. What I found out after the fifth date with Tanya is that she is also, in my experience, the best fuck in the world. The very first time she was at least 20% better than anyone else I ever had sex with, and once we got comfortable with each other she was 50% better than anyone else I've ever fucked. Another thing that made us very compatible was that we both love to talk after sex. I had had sexual partners in the past that would go nuts if I tried to analyze our sexual experience, or started talking about random, or even romantic, things. Many wanted silence. Not Tanya. She loved, and still loves, to chat about how she felt/feels and always inquired/inquires about how I felt/feel too. At least fifteen minutes of happy banter follow each of our sexual experiences. While I was smitten with Tanya the very first time that I laid eyes on her, I had no intention of getting married. I came from a broken home which probably was one of the reasons that I was sour on both marriage and having kids. After I had dated Tanya about six months she made it clear that if I wanted to be with her it was married, and that we would have kids. While I'm not sure that I "loved" Tanya, whatever that is, I really liked her, she was pleasant to be around (especially when we were chatting up a storm), and I lusted after her something fierce. I could get a hard-on just by thinking about her. Her "Shit or get off the pot" ultimatum did not go over well with me, however. I told her that that was a deal breaker. She cried when she said "good-bye." I was torn up inside. When I saw her two weeks later with another guy my resolve collapsed. I called her up the next day and asked if I could come to see her. "If you bring a ring with you, yes – if you don't have one, don't bother," was her pleasant but firm reply. I bought a ring, showed up at her apartment two days later, and proposed to her. She feigned surprise, but she genuinely appeared happy, and did her best to fuck me senseless that night and the next morning. There was constant banter during our courtship, and after we got married. It wasn't that she just talked for talking's sake; she actually had a lot to say. She had many opinions on many different subjects, and she was well read. As a matter of fact, she was probably as well read as anyone that I had ever met. I also consider myself an expert on some subjects, and very inquisitive on almost any subject, including sex. Tanya never had any apprehension about talking about anything, including sex. Our married life got off to a great start. The honeymoon was fabulous, the apartment we rented had a great view, and we had neighbors who were fun and who apparently enjoyed, or at least tolerated, how talkative Tanya and I were. The only bad thing about our apartment complex was that the pool could be seen from almost every apartment, and when Tanya was in a bikini it seemed like every pair of male eyes was either on her, or hiding behind a pair of reflective sunglasses. I'm not really the jealous type, but at the same time I didn't have any other bodies to ogle that were on a par with Tanya's. Even when she got pregnant with our first child, Ben, after we've been married for three years, her body would put to shame almost any other woman's that frequented the pool. Tanya and I rarely stayed home to watch TV. When we were home we snuggled and – of course – talked. More than half the time we went out somewhere, a play, museum, free concert, whatever, and talked about it almost non-stop until the next event. Of course that wasn't practical once we had kids, but we still got out to cultural events more often than any other couples in our position even after Ben was born. Sex was always frequent and highly enjoyable. Tanya loved to give and receive oral, could orgasm at least five times a night if I treated her properly, and would let me stick my cock in any orifice that I chose. She liked vaginal sex the best, and so did I, so it was not unusual for us to fuck in one position or another every night of the week, and twice both days on the weekend. That continued from the honeymoon until she was eight months pregnant. The hiatus for pregnancy was short-lived also, only on the order of two and one half months. Tanya's favorite sex position, and it is probably my second favorite, is what we euphemistically call a "JJ." "JJ" is short for a "Jimmy Jam," whereby while she is in the doggy position I finger her ass hole, lube up a small thin butt plug with a knob on the out-of-body end, slowly insert the butt plug in her ass hole and move it back and forth as she moans. I then stroke my dick over her pussy, and once she is soaking wet bury myself balls deep. I take her through at least one orgasm, and typically two. Normally her second orgasm is triggered by me ejaculating into her, and as I do that I grab the knob of the butt plug and slowly pull it out of her ass. The JJ never failed to drive her wild, and the first penile sex she demanded once she recovered from her pregnancy was a JJ. Between the birth of Ben and our second child, Susan, two years later we still had sex at least four times a week, and if someone was babysitting for Ben more than that -- back to pre-child amounts. The pregnancy with Susan went much the same as for Ben, again with only about a 2 ½ month hiatus, and then we picked up almost where we left off. So, going into the eighth year of our marriage we were still like a couple of minks. Tanya and I had the appearance of being lovey-dovey when we weren't talking or fucking, and I thought the envy of most of our friends and co-workers. Actually, I was the envy of all of my male friends since within six months after Susan was born Tanya's body looked like it did when she was 21. At that point in time I was actually very much enjoying married life. While I still don't think that I knew what "love" was in the romantic sense, I knew that I loved my children and that I really, really enjoyed having kids. I also thoroughly enjoyed Tanya's company, and my lust for her had not decreased even one iota from the first time that I saw her. So that she just didn't have to talk to the kids and go crazy, especially in view of how much she loved to chat and exchange ideas with adults, Tanya got a part-time job when Susan was four years old. She worked for an executive relocation firm that provided part-time or full-time relocation services for company executives when being moved from one part of the country to another. Often times she would set up an executive with temporary housing, some of it owned by the company that she worked for, and then help him or her find a more permanent location either before or after their family moved to be with them. She normally worked twenty hours a week, got good pay although no benefits (I had complete health insurance coverage so that was not a problem), and never had to travel. She was almost always available on her cell phone and would usually call back within a few minutes if you had to leave a message. At first Tanya didn't really like her job. The main problem she had, according to her, was that most of the people that she worked with, or helped out, weren't particularly chatty. They always seem to be in a hurry, and "on the clock," so the job wasn't fulfilling her desire to have conversational interaction with adults as much a she would've liked. She talked about quitting, even though other decent part-time jobs were not plentiful, but after she'd been working about six months she started coming home from work much happier. "You seem to be a lot cheerier when you come home from work these days, Tanya," I said to her one day after we'd just had a really phenomenal JJ. "Actually, I have been dealing with some people at work who are much more chatty than the people I normally work with, so it's been a lot more fun. Also I seem to really be appreciated for some of the things that I do," she smilingly replied. After Tanya had been working at her part-time job for about six weeks after she indicated that she was working with people who were much more chatty, and who appreciated her more, there were two Mondays and Wednesdays in a row when I called her on her cell phone while she was at work that went straight to voicemail, and where she didn't return my call promptly, as she always had before. I didn't have any reason to doubt Tanya's fidelity and that is not what led me to do what I did next, namely bring my phone and hers into the IT people at my company and ask them to install locator apps on both of our phones. Shortly after the apps were installed by my IT department I started to really notice the Monday, Wednesday, pattern. If I called her around noon on Monday or Wednesday it went straight to voicemail and I never got an immediate callback; typically she didn't call me until an hour later. She always had one excuse or the other, and most of them would have been convincing if taken in isolation. However, when you combined them together "there was something rotten in the State of Denmark." To follow up on this suspicious behavior I made several inquiries of the day care center about how much time Tanya was leaving the kids with them on Monday and Wednesday. From what I could gather, several weeks before my inquiry she had started leaving the kids with the day care center approximately two hours more per week, one hour on each Monday and Wednesday, than she had before. The very next Wednesday, armed with the day care information, I called Tanya at lunch. As expected, she didn't answer but my call went immediately to voicemail. I used the app on her phone to determine where she was. It was one of the temporary relocation units owned by the company that she worked for. I drove there then sat in my car, out of sight of the unit, until at about 1 PM Tanya exited the unit with a big smile on her face. She was closely followed by a well-dressed handsome man who looked to be in his early 40s who was giving Tanya playful pinches on her ass while they chatted up a storm. His smile was even bigger than hers. They got into their cars, waved, and drove off. It was a simple matter to find out from Tanya's workplace who the individual was that was using the relocation unit. His name was Jack Whitney, an executive with a Fortune 500 company who had a wife and a teenage daughter at his home in a city about 600 miles away. Being a low-tech but high IQ guy, I also reasoned that Tanya likely had a key to the temporary relocation unit that Mr. Whitney was staying in. That same Wednesday night I looked through her keys on her keychain, identified ones that I thought could be to the unit I was interested in, and made a quick trip to the hardware store to get them duplicated. I returned the original keys to Tanya's keychain while she was putting the kids to bed. I considered it strange that even though Tanya had been with the Whitney guy that Wednesday afternoon, once the kids were in bed she obviously was pushing for a JJ. Hoping that Tanya was smart enough to use protection, and being very horny given the seductive way that Tanya was approaching me, I saw no reason not to give her a JJ. While I had not yet figured out exactly what I was going to do as a result of her liaisons with Mr. Whitney, considering that this might be the last week that I fucked her, I decided that I might as well enjoy myself. I outdid myself that Wednesday night. For the first time in our relationship I gave her two JJ's in one night. The first one almost rendered her comatose I was pounding so hard and ejaculated such a large volume, and after the second one she was too tired to even talk. She just kept on mumbling "WOW." I got up early Thursday morning, a day that she did not work, left her a note with some bullshit story but also profusely thanking her for being a sex goddess the night before, and drove to Mr. Whitney's temporary relocation unit. Once I saw him leave I went up to the door and the third of the four keys I had copied from Tanya's keychain fit the lock perfectly. I went into the unit and looked around just to see where everything was situated. The next thing I did was to go get tested for STDs. None of those that they could test for quickly showed up, and I was advised that they would put a rush the tests that could not be done immediately. I now needed to carefully examine my feelings and decide what I was going to do. I took the rest of the day Thursday off of work, and all day Friday. I went to a secluded spot in the country, sat on the bank of a bubbling brook, and wrote out a complete self-analysis. At the end of the day Friday I was not happy with what the self-analysis revealed, but it did allow me to come to exactly the conclusion that I needed. What my self-analysis revealed was that I was actually a pretty shallow human being. Aside for my love for my children, I probably didn't actually "love" anyone else in the world, including Tanya. That did not mean that I was looking forward to a divorce, because Tanya fulfilled every need that I had for a wife except for, what was for me, that elusive quality of "love." I was positive that I would never, ever, find anyone who was better in the sack than she was since every sexual encounter with her was between a 9.5 and 10 on a scale of 1 to 10. Also she was a good mother, the children loved her, and I liked talking to her more than I liked talking to anyone else. Plus, I considered it important for kids to grow up with two live-in parents. I also considered why I had never cheated on Tanya during our marriage. It was difficult for me to acknowledge but I did have to admit that it was because my sex life with Tanya was perfect, or as close to that as humanly possible, so there was no reason; and I never travelled on business. It wasn't because I was such a high moral individual; I wasn't necessarily better than she was. Perhaps strangely, I also did not consider Tanya's lack of fidelity to adversely reflect on my sexual performance. There is absolutely no way that Tanya could be faking her responses to our sexual encounters since nobody was that good an actress, and since she constantly sought me out. There had to be some other reason why she was seeing Whitney and, weirdly, I didn't even seem to care why. That is not to say, however, that my ego was not in any way adversely affected by what she was doing. I wouldn't be human if I didn't have feelings of anger, rage, and the thirst for revenge. If I successfully implemented my plan, however, I could satisfy my bloodlust while at the same time – in the long run – not destroy my relationship with my children. Plus I could still satisfy my sexual urges in the same way that they always had been since I met Tanya. After I came to peace with my decision about what to do I was as cheery, chatty, and pleasant as ever when I got home. Tanya and I had an extremely vigorous fuck session Friday night, and another in the wee hours of the morning on Saturday. My good mood was also enhanced when I got the rest of the STD test results back and found that I was completely clean. Not one to let grass grow under my feet my next act on Saturday morning after breakfast and finding out my STD test results was to call Mrs. Whitney. Mrs. Whitney seemed like a charming lady over the phone, and she asked me to call her Sally and I asked her to call me Jim; that is she was charming until I told her the real purpose of my call. "Sally, I'm afraid that I have some bad news; for both of us." "Nothing has happened to Jack, has it?" she asked. I had told her that I was an acquaintance of Jack's in the city where he had spent most of his time the last three months. "Actually, something has happened both to your husband, Jack, and to my wife, Tanya. I don't know how to delicately put this so I'm just going to come out and say it. They have been having an affair for at least the last few weeks. Every Monday and Wednesday they get together at noon time at Jack's relocation unit and fuck for an hour." "What? Jim, are you out of your fucking mind?" "That's what I thought when I first figured out what they were doing. There is no doubt in my mind that they are, however. I know what I'm going to do about it; the purpose of my call is to ask you if want to find out firsthand, and if so what you are going to do about it?" There was a long pause. The pause was so long that I even said "Are you still there?" "Yes, I'm still here; I'm thinking; this is a lot to take in." "You want me to give you my cell phone number and full name and you can call me back. I would rather not allow their liaison to occur even one more time before I do what I'm going to do. I want to act Monday. I'd be happy to pay for your plane flight out here and pick you up at the airport if you're willing to go along with my plan." "Yes, please give me your phone number and full name. A plane ticket will not be necessary since I have my own plane and a pilot's license, including instrument certification, and if I decide to act immediately you can pick me up at the private plane terminal by 9:30 Monday morning." "Not one word to Jack, however," I said in a kind of a singsong tone in case she took it the wrong way and was insulted. "I'm ex-CIA," she laughed, the only levity in our conversation. "I can see that you and I are a lot like, and we are sure to get along famously considering our mutual goals," I replied. I then gave her my full name, address, and cell phone number, and signed off. I heard back from Sally within two hours. She was not only on board, she was excited about our upcoming "OP," as she referred to it; maybe she really was ex-CIA! I couldn't believe it, but Tanya wanted another JJ Sunday night. I thought "since if my plan does not work out this might really be my last fuck with Tanya," I enthusiastically went along with the idea of sex. However this time it was my favorite position, The Wheelbarrow," that I maneuvered her into, and not a JJ. I fucked her harder than I ever had before in my entire life. For the second time within the last few nights instead of being her normal chatty self all that she could do when I was finished with her was say "Wow," about 1000 times before she fell asleep, or passed out, I couldn't be sure of which. Monday morning, D-day, I again left before she got up, but not before leaving her another note telling her what a sex goddess she was. As I was driving to the airport to pick up Sally, Tanya actually called me and said that she missed chatting with me in the morning. Fortunately I have Bluetooth in my car so I could talk with her without violating the law, and she was really wound up. Finally when I saw a woman matching the description that Sally had given me (tall with blond hair in a ponytail and thirty six years old) exiting the pilot's seat of a private plane I had to terminate our already half-hour long conversation, much to Tanya's disappointment. Despite the fact that Sally had given me a fairly decent physical description of herself, enough so that I could recognize that it likely was her walking from the private plane that she had exited, I was a little surprised about a few things. The first was that she was a better looking, and a little younger looking, than I had expected. More significantly, she was about as muscular as a woman could be without crossing the line between being sexy and gross. The latter point was brought home even more to me she shook my hand and almost crushed it. I estimated that she was about 5'10" tall and 150 pounds of muscle. Even though I was about three inches taller and thirty pounds heavier I wondered if she could beat the shit out of me. Silent Nights Although Sally was pleasant to me, she was not smiling; she was obviously a woman on a mission. We got in my car, I told her everything that I knew from the factual standpoint, and showed her the key to the unit. We drove to a local pancake house and ate breakfast, although neither of us was particularly hungry. I specifically did not ask her what she wanted to do. "I'm not in any position to tell you how to react, how to follow up, anything," I said. "I just hope that I don't have to bail you out of jail." "Me too," she replied with a strange expression which gave me no indication whether or not she was kidding. At some point during our breakfast she said "go ahead and ask; I know that you're dying to." I immediately turned red. "Oh, was it really that obvious; I'm really sorry." Sally laughed. "A lot of women have to worry about guys only looking at their boobs and not looking in their eyes. With me I have to worry about guys looking at my arms and legs and wondering 'how did they get that way?'" I got a big smile on my face. "Since I've been caught red-handed I might as well ask; by the way it is not just the muscle in your arms and legs that is intriguing, you are a truly attractive woman. No bullshit." Sally blushed. "I'm independently wealthy so I don't rely in any way on any money that Jack makes. Since I don't have to work, and don't like to work, I do a number of volunteer things. One of them is coaching a college crew team – I'm a hands-on coach – and another is conducting physical fitness classes for high school students from poor areas in a gym and training facility that I own. It helps me to stay in tip top physical shape and I am vain enough to actually enjoy the "Wow" factor that my appearance typically gets," she replied, obviously having told the story many times but actually reveling in its telling. That out of the way, I reverted to my natural chatty self as we sat outside Jack's unit starting about 11:15 AM. Although she was not the best conversationalist in the world, very understandable considering what was on her mind, she did seem interested in my musings, and very friendly. We actually did get along great, famously in fact – maybe it was the common goals thing. One question that I asked her really did perk her up. "Say, Sally, you might consider this a really bizarre question, but is Jack a chatty guy?" Sally laughed for one of the few times during our conversation. "He's a fucking motor mouth. Even our outgoing teenage daughter sometimes moans 'Dad, can we just have some quiet time?' If he's awake, he's talking." "That explains a lot," I replied. "Tanya is the same way." The lovebirds, or fuck buddies, I didn't know which, arrived within two minutes of each other just before noon. Tanya got there first and used her key to get in. Jack also walked straight from his car to the door and let himself in. Sally and I waited an agonizing fifteen minutes, then got out of my car and started walking toward the door. I had already given her the phone numbers of three local Cab Companies in case she needed them. My last words to her were "Remember, you need to let me take several photographs before you say or do anything!" "I remember!" was her terse reply. The veins on her neck were sticking out and her muscular arms seemed to be flexing. I quietly let us into the unit. The sounds of fucking in the main bedroom were unmistakable. Clothes were strewn about the hallway. Devil that I am, I picked up all of Tanya's clothes and put them in the knapsack on my back, which I was carrying just for that purpose. Sally and I were as quiet as little field mice as we tiptoed back to the bedroom. For some reason I was pleased to see that Tanya was on her back with her heels on Jack's shoulders. I might've lost it if he were giving her a JJ. Since Tanya had her eyes closed and since Jack was staring at Tanya's flopping tits there was no realization on their part until I had snapped at least six candid photos. I continued to snap as Jack turned to look at us, said "O Fuck," and pulled out of Tanya's pussy clearly before he had a chance to ejaculate into her. Another small, but important, thing that kept me from "losing it" was that Jack did have a condom on his prick. When she looked over at Sally and me Tanya screamed. I continued to take photos as Jack stupidly turned to the camera, exposing his dick, which was now starting to wilt inside the condom, while Tanya scurried back toward the headboard and tried to cover up with a sheet, and then a pillow. I only stopped snapping photos when I felt Sally leave my side to go toward the mortified duo. I did get one more photo when Sally landed a blow to Jack's balls and then took the last photo as Sally hit Tanya in the face with a closed fist. Then I simply turned, walked out the door, got into my car, and drove to pick up the kids from daycare. Just before I went in to get the kids at their daycare facility I removed Tanya's clothes from my knapsack and cut or tore them to shreds. I never wanted them used again! The kids were quite surprised, though happy, to see me, since this was earlier than their Mom picked them up. We went to a fast food restaurant to get them lunch, something that we almost never do because we don't want them eating crap, but it seemed appropriate considering the day's earlier activities. After lunch, I took the kids to my attorney's office. Maybe that wasn't the proper thing to do, but I was not about to wait for Tanya to get home, or to leave them with her considering the state that she would likely be in. Of course the kids were too young to understand what was going on and amused themselves with equipment and snacks in my attorney's conference room. My attorney promised to the divorce have papers, charging adultery, by the next day. I was asking for cohabitation of the house, a 50-50 split of our assets, a 50-50 responsibility to keep up the payments to the house and support the children, and joint custody. My attorney thought that I was nuts, but I had carefully thought out what was going to do. While shaking her head my attorney said "I've never heard of anyone asking for cohabitation of the house while they were proceeding with a divorce, especially when they list adultery as the grounds; and asking for cohabitation even after the divorce is over is beyond bizarre!" With a wistful smile on my face I said "I have a very unusual outlook on life and I have come to my decision to ask for cohabitation after very careful self-analysis. I'm not entirely positive that Tanya will go along with it, but she may; and in any event it's what I want. I would be shortchanging myself if I didn't at least try for it." When I got home with the kids about 4 PM Tanya was there. She did not look good. She had a black eye and at least two visible bruises. She obviously had changed into some of her own clothes; I supposed that she had worn some of her paramour's clothes in the car on her way home. It was also obvious that she had been crying since her mascara was streaked over her face and she was visibly shaking. "I'm so sorry, Jim," she started to say. I raised my hand like a traffic cop stopping traffic. I threw the knapsack with the shredded clothes in it to her feet, and handed her a sheet of paper that I had prepared the day before. The paper read as follows: "Unless and until you sign the divorce settlement I will be proposing I will not, repeat not, talk to you except as necessary to care for our children. I don't want to hear any of your bullshit explanations, how sorry you are, how it didn't mean anything, or anything else. In the divorce papers, which will be served on you tomorrow, I am asking for cohabitation, with you staying in the guest room and me in the master bedroom, joint custody, a 50-50 split of our assets, and 50-50 split of the financial responsibilities for caring for the children and the house. If you sign the papers on the terms that I propose I will remove adultery as the cause for the dissolution of our marriage, and will start talking to you again. Otherwise, I have said the last words to you that I ever will say that do not have to do with the care of the children. Since you will likely need a full time job to meet your obligations under the divorce settlement you need to start looking right away; unless we can make some arrangement to reduce your share of the financial responsibilities if you stay with the kids during normal working hours. One more thing; our cohabitation agreement will specifically provide that neither of us can bring a date into the house at any time. Any fucking will have to be done off premises; you should already be an expert at that! If there is any talking to be done about the divorce your attorney should talk to mine. Your soon to be ex-husband, Jim." Tanya didn't have the opportunity to read the paper right then because the kids were demanding her attention. As I walked upstairs I heard Ben ask "Mommy, why do you look like a raccoon?" an obvious reference to her streaked mascara and black eye. As Tanya was obviously trying her best to be cheerful when interacting with the children, I went into her closet and removed all of her clothes and threw them on the bed in the guest room. I removed all of her drawers from the dresser and night tables and stacked them in the guest room. By then it was about 5:30. "Say, kids," I chirped when I got downstairs. "Let's go out in the back yard on the swing-set for a while; Mommy has an important letter to read. Then we'll see whether we eat here or go out for dinner, depending upon how Mommy feels." Tanya had a look of fear on her face as she gazed at the paper on the kitchen table. I took the gleeful kids outside. When we returned a half hour later Tanya was sobbing on the living room couch. She had washed the mascara off her face and put some makeup on her black eye, but that was starting to run because of her tears. She tried her best to recover when the kids ran up to her again, especially since they were obviously distressed by her demeanor. "So what are we going to do Mommy," I asked, trying not to sound sarcastic, "are we going to eat here or go out for dinner?" "Out to dinner," the kids chimed in unison. After a short pause and with a forced smile Tanya said "I think that we should go out for dinner." "OK kids, let's wash hands and get on our way," I said, taking them into the powder room on the first floor to wash their hands. During the entire meal I tried to act as normally as possible toward the kids. Tanya tried to engage me in conversation, but unless it had something directly to do with the kids' care or schedule I simply ignored her. She stopped trying after about the tenth time I shut her out. When we got home the kids and I played a few games while Tanya went upstairs. I could clearly hear her sobs as she apparently noticed all of her stuff in the guest room. When it was time for the kids to get ready for bed she had dried her tears and told them "Daddy will put you to bed tonight; Mommy has to clean up her new room." After I had read the kids a story and put them to bed I went to the family room and turned on the TV. After I was there about twenty minutes Tanya sheepishly walked in. "Jim, I know that you're hurt and angry, but we really need to talk; giving me the silent treatment isn't going to resolve anything." At least that's what I think she said, but by the time she said "silent" I had put on my recently purchased headset that wirelessly was connected to the TV but that excluded all extraneous sounds. The next morning at work I got a call from my attorney. "The divorce papers were just served on your wife at 11:10 this morning," she succinctly informed me. "Thanks, let me know if you hear anything from her or her attorney," I replied. Tanya called about noon. "Hello," I answered. "Jim, this is Tanya," she said. "Is this about the kids?" I asked. When she hesitantly replied, "No, but..." I hung up. She called a couple of more times but when I saw on the Caller ID that it was her number I didn't answer. That afternoon I called Sally Whitney on her cellphone – she had given me that number after our first conversation. "Hi, Sally, this is Jim Gage," I cautiously opened the conversation. "Hi, Jim; I bet I know what you're calling about," she said with a chortle. "Yeah, I wonder if I should invest in pork bellies or orange juice futures," I laughed. "Can't help you there, but I can give you a report of what happened after you left. Oh, by the way – sorry about the damage that I did to your wife's beautiful face, but I really lost it," she replied. "Well, all that I care about is that you didn't kill her, or end up in jail yourself," I laughed again. "Since I didn't get a call to come bail you out I guess that you didn't get arrested." "No, no arrest, but probably close. After you left that I grabbed your wife by the hair and threw her across the room, which had to leave some marks." "It did," I responded. "Well the black eye was from my punch, though, which I guess you saw." "That I did," I snickered, "which made me promise myself never to get you pissed at me. So what else happened?" "Both of the chagrined fuckers were talking a mile-a-minute at the same time. I really didn't hear much of what they were saying I was so angry, stuff like 'It didn't mean anything,' 'I'm so sorry,' and the other typical bullshit you'd expect when cheaters get caught. I kicked Jack in the balls and as he was writhing around on the floor, groaning, I told him 'Do not come home; the locks will be changed; stay here so that my attorney knows where to serve the divorce papers.' Then I fished the car keys out of his pants pocket, drove his car to the airport, and flew my plane home." "A very surgical op, I must say," I snickered. "Yeah, we didn't waste much time or effort, did we," she virtually giggled. "I do need the photos you took, however, for my divorce." "I'll send you them by email as soon as we hang up," I replied. We chatted some more, including telling each other the details of what we were asking for in the divorce. As was my attorney, Sally was shocked by my request for co-habitation. "What the hell are you thinking, Jim?" she asked. "How can you stay in the same house with her?" "There are two very important reasons why that is my preferred approach. The first is because I want our kids – much younger than your daughter, and both of whom have a good relationship with both Tanya and me – to have both parents available to them. The second reason is because Tanya is the best piece of ass I've ever had, and in the long run I want to continue to have sex with her." "You're a weird dude," Sally laughed. "I'll be in touch after my divorce is final. Will you do the same?" "You betcha," I snickered. When I got home that night Tanya was still under the delusion that I would talk with her, and that by talking we would work things out without a divorce. By the end of the evening she was again so frustrated that she was in tears. I didn't say one word to her that didn't have to do with the kids. And so it continued. It was hard on me to just watch TV or a movie, or to tinker in the basement or garage, or to go out to some event by myself, every evening. It was harder on Tanya. She dealt with it by calling friends at night while I ignored her, and went out by herself sometimes if I was in. I would ask her if she would be in when I wanted to go out, and she would do the same when she wanted to go out, so that someone was always with the kids. But I said nothing more to her. You wouldn't think that one adult giving the other the "silent treatment" would be devastating, would you? In fact given Tanya's overwhelming need for gab for her it was so terrible that she had to see a shrink. She told me that when she asked if I could come home early for the kids. I was normally able to, but asked her nothing about her sessions, and put on my headphones, which I wore draped around my neck when at home so that I could have ready access to them, if she started to tell me something about her visits. Unsolicited, her shrink, Dr. Stacy Keach, called me to give me a report. "Her mental health is poor, and it is deteriorating. Are you trying to drive her crazy?" was the essence of her shrink's report, and question, to me. "Has she shown you the paper I want her to sign?" I calmly asked. "And if so, what's the problem with it?" "She doesn't want a divorce...she started to say when I interrupted her with "And I didn't want her to fuck Jack Whitney either, Dr. Keach, so neither of us is getting what we want." I must have talked to Dr. Keach for an hour, telling her all of the things that I refrained from telling Tanya because of my silent treatment punishment. Some of my comments she was very interested in, such as that I had ever intent of resuming sexual relations with Tanya as long as I got an "all clear" STD test report, and she signed the divorce settlement. We spent ten minutes on that subject alone. "Will you talk with her after sex, like you used to?" Stacy asked me. "Yes; I have every expectation that our sex life will be as good as before," I nonchalantly replied. I think that Dr. Keach was surprised that I was so open and accommodating, except about one subject. "Don't you need to sit down with her and have a heart-to-heart about how the sex with Jack Whitney started and how it got to where it was?" Stacy asked me. "In fact, Dr. Keach," I replied in the sternest voice that I could muster, "that is one subject that I will NEVER – can I repeat that, NEVER – talk with her about. I simply don't give a shit." Her parting question was "After the divorce would you ever consider marrying her again?" I think that my response surprised her. "It is possible – a remote possibility, but possible." That was a lie, but I really wanted Tanya to sign the divorce settlement so that I could get back to fucking her. My conversation with Dr. Keach was on a Tuesday afternoon. When I got home from work on Friday, about 6:00 p.m., the kids didn't greet me like they normally did. Tanya, did, in a short sundress with her makeup done up and a bow in her hair, and with two documents in her hand. "Where are the kids?" I asked, since it was a question related to child care. "With my sister – for the entire weekend if what you told Dr. Keach is true," was her hesitant reply as she warily handed me the two documents. The first document was a "Completely Clean" STD report from a reputable local lab. The second was the signed, and even notarized, "Divorce Understanding" document that I had given her what was now seven weeks ago. While it had been an excruciatingly long seven weeks for her, it was also highly unpleasant for me – especially since her superb body was never far away when I was home, and she hadn't been shy about exposing various – or all – parts of it during the interim. I smiled, opened up my briefcase, put the documents in it, and locked it. Then I kissed her, lifted her up, carried her to the master bedroom, and we proceeded to fuck each other's brains out. She went through three orgasms before I even stuck my cock in her pussy, as I excitedly prepared her for a JJ. My cock was so hard that it really hurt. By the time that I had finished ejaculating in her, while simultaneously pulling out the butt plug, she was comatose and I was close to it. When I regained full cognizance I gently shook her out of her stupor and started talking to her about how great the sex was; and anything else that she wanted to talk about (except, of course, Jack Whitney – she never even tried to bring that subject up). The rest of the weekend, until the kids came back about 7 p.m. Sunday, we only really did four things; eat (a little), sleep (very little) talk (a lot), shower (when necessary, always together), and have mind-blowing sex (more than ½ the total time). Well, I guess that's five things, but my mind was so muddled by that stage that I couldn't even count straight. Silent Nights I think that Tanya was a little disappointed when I refused to allow her to "room" with me every night. I told her that we'd re-evaluate once the divorce was final. She was the most accommodating she ever had been in our relationship, and even though we ended up sleeping together in her bed or mine at least three nights a week, and usually four, we didn't move into the same bedroom together. With no resistance from Tanya the divorce moved through quickly. We agreed that she would get a different part time job and that I would give her credit for her extended child care activities in determining responsibility for expenses. We worked out a 75-25 split with what expenses each person was accountable for clearly spelled out, and we kept all of our monetary circumstances separate. There were two things that I needed to re-confirm once the divorce was final so that I could gauge how my relationship with Tanya would shake out. The first was that she was, in fact, the best fuck imaginable. Toward that end I called Sally to tell her that my divorce was final; she had called me to advise me that hers was final about three weeks earlier. "Hi, Sally; as promised I'm calling you to let you know that my divorce is final," I said as cheerfully as possible. "Did you finalize that co-habitation thing, Jim?" she laughed. "Yes, I did, and I expect it to work out. However, I need to do some investigating before I'm willing to really say whether it will or not," I replied with an edge to my voice. "Oh, really – what will you be investigating?" "I think that I'll try to see if she really is the best fuck ever," I chortled. "Well, Jimmy boy, you've come to the right place. We bonded pretty well during our sting operation, didn't we," she said cheerfully. "Yes we did. I really would like to give you a try, Sally; no strings, just a good old fashion fuck fest," I responded. "You're a forward little bastard, aren't you?" "Hey, Sally, I want to beat the bush, not beat around it," I said in a serious tone, then after a few seconds delay started laughing so hard that I almost dropped the phone." "Well for your information, asshole, I'm shaved – except for a landing strip," she giggled. "Yum!" was my sincere reply. We made arrangements for three weekends hence to meet at a resort about halfway between our houses for all day Friday and Saturday and half a day on Sunday. We both agreed it was just to get the unpleasantness of our betrayals out of our systems and that there was no expectation of any lasting relationship on either party's part. Of course I had to make sure that Tanya could take care of the kids that weekend – the only caveat I left Sally with. Sally's daughter would be away at a pre-college camp that weekend. The morning after a Friday night of passionate sex, and a wonderful post-coitus conversation, at breakfast I sprung it on Tanya. "Say, Tanya," I casually started out – I always called her by her name now, not a term of endearment. "I need to be away from Friday morning until Sunday late afternoon the weekend of the 21st. Can you handle the kids by yourself that weekend, or maybe get your sister to help out?" "Oh;...where are you going, Hon?" "I'm going to that new resort near Atchison." "Oh;...do you have a conference or something?" "No, I'm meeting Sally Whitney there," I nonchalantly replied. "Oh;...can I ask why you're meeting her?" she continued with her lower lip quivering a little bit. "Well, we both have some unresolved issues from our divorces, so we're going to talk about them. If you have other plans I can try and get a sitter," I continued in a very calm voice. After a lengthy pause, during which it was clear that Tanya was doing everything possible to maintain her composure, she replied "No, Jim, that won't be necessary. I'm happy to take the kids that weekend, and have Sis come over if I need any help." We didn't discuss it again. After being a little distant that Saturday, which was packed full of activities with the kids during the day, and during which we went to a movie together that night while we got a sitter for the kids, it was clear that Tanya was going to do everything in her power to get me to change my mind. The next two weeks she put on a real rush; her plan apparently included trying to fuck me to death, and it almost succeeded. She was misty eyed when Thursday night, the 20th, I begged off on sleeping together saying that I was too tired. I didn't say that I needed to rest up for the weekend, but of course that was the reason only for me to beg off. Tanya pretended to have a cheery disposition when I left the morning of the 21st. She even said "Have a good time," though I'm sure that she didn't mean it. After the door closed behind me, however, and I took a few paces away from it I stopped and went back to the door and listened. It was obvious that she was crying – bawling, actually. I was sad that it actually made me feel good that she was, and it revealed the second thing that I was trying to find out – did she really have feelings for me. The weekend with Sally was great. There was no pretense – we were there to have sex and enjoy each other's company, and that is exactly what we did. I was pleased that she could contort her body into, and hold, positions that I didn't know were possible, but sure were fun. She was as strong and as aggressive as I was. She was also the most straight forward person I had ever encountered – I think she was incapable of lying. One thing that did surprise me was that as physically tough as she was, she was vulnerable inside. Jack's cheating had adversely affected her much more than Tanya's had affected me. After one exceptionally intense fuck, as we snuggled Sally opened up to me. "Jim; my ego was shattered by Jack's affair with Tanya. It made me feel inadequate as a woman." I actually laughed, but when I saw her puzzled look immediately became serious. "Sorry, I guess that I shouldn't have laughed," I said, "but your feelings of inadequacy are ridiculous. You are about as sexy as a woman could be and 99% of unattached guys in the world would kill for a shot at you." "Really?" she softly asked. "Really – no shit – absolutely – without question," I replied. "Now let me get to work on your exquisite shaved pussy again," I snickered – and I did just that, sucking her clit into my mouth. We both thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, although we had no expectations going in, nor any feelings going out, that our relationship would be for any longer than this one weekend. Sunday as I dropped her off at her private plane – she had flown and I had driven – as we exchanged a last passionate kiss she half playfully half seriously asked "Well, is your ex-wife still your best fuck ever?" "Since we fucked at least, what, eight or nine times this weekend," I started to say. She smilingly interrupted with "Nine, and great oral too." "Nine, and great oral," I laughed, then continued. "I guess that I have a sufficient sample to do a comparison, and knowing how you value you honesty I'm going to be completely honest." "That's what I expect," she snorted. "On a scale of 1 to 10 Tanya is a 10 and you are about a 9.9," I said. "In other words, you are a sex goddess that any man would be ecstatic to have sex with, but just a tiny shade under her for my particular tastes." Actually, she was probably a 9.7 or 9.8, but why quibble? Sally got this odd look on her face, then an enormous smile. "You are telling the truth, aren't you?" "Hell yes," I almost yelled. "Do you think that I could fake the level of satisfaction I displayed?" "No," she laughed, "you're not that good of an actor. Well thank you Jim Gage, that is very flattering to me and also confirms your cohabitation decision, doesn't it?" "Yes, it does confirm that; however, I honestly think that I could be just as happy with you as I will be with Tanya, especially since if I was with you I wouldn't have to worry about you cheating." "No, you sure wouldn't," Sally giggled. "Thank you for one of the most fun, stimulating, and exhausting times of my life. You have no idea what this weekend has done for my ego and sexuality." Then the physically strongest woman that I have ever known started to softly cry. "WOW!" I once again thought to myself. "Jack really did hurt her." I took Sally into my arms and held her for a good five minutes while her sobbing gradually diminished. Eventually she took her head off my shoulder, wiped a single remaining tear, gave me another kiss, and exited. She waved and as she walked away I spun the car around behind her, rolled down my window, and said "You're beyond awesome!" She turned, smiled, and then boarded her plane. I felt really good on the way home. I had had fabulous sex with a spectacular partner, I had helped her out, and I had reconfirmed that for me Tanya was likely the best sex partner possible. When I got home the kids were glad to see me; Tanya was particularly pleasant and friendly, and after we had a wonderful two hour long discussion after the kids went to bed she didn't ask to sleep together, but simply gave me a kiss and said "Good Night, darling." Although Tanya and I were getting along better than ever, I really had the urge for one more test. Maybe there was an element of revenge or a desire to hurt her, but I convinced myself that it was merely to re-confirm her status as the best fucker in the world. I came across a woman, Marsha, in my work who was the only woman that I had seen live that according to my tastes was hotter looking than Tanya; actually, when I saw her naked I quickly concluded that she had a perfect female body. I was a little surprised that she went out with me, and even more surprised that she seemed to be getting serious about me. Marsha and I had four dates; we fucked on the third date, though we didn't spend the night together. We fucked three times during the night and morning on the fourth date. As hot as she was, and as satisfied as she seemed to be, I realized after my fourth date that I would never find someone as good in the sack as Tanya is. It was easy to terminate my relationship with Marsha. On the fifth date, as we were sitting in my car in front of her apartment after dinner, "In the interest of full disclosure since you are such an awesome woman," I told her my living arrangements. She was shocked, and non-plussed. "You and your ex-wife live in the same house, raise your kids together, and have sex?" she gasped. "Yes...but we rarely have sex more than four times a week," I replied trying to look innocent. "You pervert," she screamed as she flung the car door open, "don't call me again." Then she slammed the door and stormed off. In a serious voice I yelled out "Sorry." When I came home early from my fifth date with Marsha, Tanya really perked up. She maneuvered me into a Wheelbarrow that night, my favorite. The next morning, before the kids got up, I asked her to move into the master bedroom with me again. She soaked my shoulder and pillow with tears of joy. A month after Tanya moved into the master bedroom with me, and all of her clothes were returned to their previous place and she took over the master bathroom, after another fantastic sexual encounter she sweetly said, "Honey; do you mind if I start wearing my wedding rings again?" When I gave her a look halfway between miffed and perplexed she quickly explained. "I know that we're not married, and I wouldn't ever tell anyone that we mutually know that I was; but, you seen, I get hit on by guys constantly not just at work but whenever I go out." There was no doubt in my mind that that was true because she still looked as good as she ever had. "I want to be able to just flash my rings at them and tell them that I'm not interested." "What if you find someone you are interested in?" I seriously asked. Tanya started to sob. "I'm only interested in you. I gave up the right to claim you exclusively, but I could not have less interest in anyone else." I let her sob into my shoulder for a while, then lifted her head up and said "OK; I'll make you a deal. We'll both be exclusive unless we tell the other that we're not going to be. If you agree to that, I don't object to you wearing your rings again." Now the waterworks really started, with many cries of "Yes, yes" interspersed with her sobs. She started vigorously sucking my cock and manipulating my balls, unfortunately interrupted when we heard Susan, our youngest, clomping down the hall in her make-believe high heels and therefore we had to cool it. The morning described in the previous paragraph was three years ago. Since then I have been as sexually fulfilled and happy as a man could be. My kids are great and Tanya does everything imaginable to please me while not being a sycophant. We have our disagreements but are always respectful to each other and resolve any issues before we fall asleep. Tonight Tanya introduced a new element. After a fabulous JJ and pillow talk, just before Tanya rolled over to go to sleep she kissed me and said "Jim. You can have no doubt that I love you with all my heart; but by the time that Susan turns eighteen if you haven't asked me to marry you again, we're splitting up." My immediate thought was "Susan just turned eight so I have ten more years of great sex and good companionship before I have to find something else. I'll be sure to make the best of it." I went to sleep with a smile on my face.