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Tales From Behind the Bar Ch. 01

By: X_Bishop



Tales from Behind the Bar # 1: On the Radio

Hey good evening how ya doin? Welcome to the Midnight Bar and Grill. I’m Sam the owner. My wife and I built this place from nothing 15 years ago. I think she’d be proud of it now God rest her soul. Anyway Mr. Bishop told me to expect you from time to time. I see you already got your notepad and pencil ready. He seems to think that I may have a few tales, tall and otherwise to tell. Mind you as a bartender I do hear a lot of stories. Some are mundane, some wild and some totally unbelievable. Normally I wouldn’t tell some of them but Mr. Bishop has been a friend of mine for a lot of years. He says you’re ok and that’s enough for me. Stop by every now and then and I’ll be happy to share some stories with you. 

Since this is your first time here I thought that rather than tell you one that was told to me I’d relate one that I was actively involved in. Thought about my niece Phoebe but actually I came in on the ass end of that. Instead let me tell you about my other niece Denise.

My niece Denise Carter is a pretty woman taller than most at 5’9” in bare feet. She weighs 150 pounds has a pretty face with a light caramel complexion. She wears her hair long, a little below the shoulders. She’s every bit a thick 38C-25-37 with legs and an ass that get most men in trouble with their women. She’s married to Jeff Carter 6’2” a lean 210 lbs, with a medium dark complexion and short cut hair. A smart and intense man they been married for 10 years. Let me clarify that married 10 separated 11 months. How did they separate? Good question. The tape I’m about to play for you will actually begin the story. Jeff gave me a copy after the explosion. It’s from a morning radio show. The late morning show hosted by the Top Jock D J Rock. His real name is Daniel Jerome Rockingham but that won’t work on the radio. He and his morning crew got a pretty good thing goin. Anyway here’s the first part of the tape:

“Hey this is the Top Jock DJ Rock with this mornings question straight from the Tom Jointed Morning Program, which is:”

“WHICH OF YOUR MATES PARTNERS WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO GET WITH?”

I stopped the tape to give you some more background. You see Denise was crazy about Jeff the first time she met him. Ha ha. I remember when she came running to tell me how she had just met her future husband. She talked about him for an hour non-stop. I thought she'd been smokin somethin. She swore she would marry him. Damned if she wasn’t right. 18 months later they jumped the broom and they seemed to be a perfect couple until the day that this happened, but let the tape tell it.

“You got the Top Jock here, who’s this?”

“Hi Rock this is Denise from the NW side!”

“Hey Denise! Who is that person that you’d most like to get with?”

“Weeell I’d have to say without a doubt it would be my husband’s best friend Marc.”

(There’s a chorus of OOOOO’s as the radio crew chimes in)

“Whooo you husband’s best friend Marc?”

“OH yeah Rock, the man got it goin on!”

“Oh so he’s all that huh? Just how fine is he?”

“Rock he changes ladies like you and I change clothes but don’t none of them ever seem to get mad at him. I’ve even set him up with some of my girlfriends but it’s like he loves em and leaves em. But don’t none of them stay mad at him or say anything bad about him. They all say he’s that dam good!”

“Changes ladies like you and I change clothes? And nobodies mad about it? Hooo sounds like Playa Playa got it goin on.”

“Well all I can say is that on nights when Marc and my husband get together I can’t hang around them to long.” 

“Oh why’s that?” 

“Because if I do I can’t break my husband off any that night.”

(The whole radio crew screams with laughter)

“Denise! Girlfriend what’s up wid dat! You mean you won’t give your husband none?”

“Noooo! Uh uh! I love my husband but I can’t risk it. I might scream out Marks name when it gets real good.”

(Again the crew rolls with laughter.)

“AAAHHH no you didn’t say that. Tell me you didn’t say that.”

“Rock I’m telling you he’s that fine.”

“Hey Denise, ain’t you takin a huge risk by callin this in? I mean your husband could be listening right now!”

“Whoa No, he’s out of town for a week. If he was anywhere in the listening area you know I wouldn’t be callin. You wouldn’t hear a peep out of me.”

“So you won’t accidentally scream out his name I got ya!”

As you can hear the whole crew got big kicks out of her call. I have to admit if I had heard it the first time and not known it was my niece Denise I probably would have been rollin myself. I didn’t hear the actual tape till after the fact, after things had exploded.

It was a slow Monday night (no football) when suddenly Denise burst thru the front door and made a beeline for my office. I’ve always told my young relatives that they can come to me with anything; my door is always open to them. Usually when I see them it’s for some extra money. Some rare times they’ll want advice or an alibi. This night however I quickly put away some glasses and went to my office. I could tell from the moment she hit the door that something was very wrong. When I got to my office she was sitting on my sofa with her face buried in her hands. I sat beside her and spoke softly so as not to startle her. 

“Dee? Child what’s wrong?”

She slowly raised her head wiping the tear streaks from her face. Her eyes were puffy, she’d been crying for some time. She never looked at me, just stared straight ahead. When she spoke she struggled to keep from sobbing. Her hands were grappling with some imaginary object as she struggled to get the words out.

“Unc, Uncle Samuel I-I messed up. Bad.”

“What? What happened?”

“Je – Je Jeff, he threw (sniff) threw me- o-out!”

I was so stunned I stood up, “WHAT?”

“He (sniff) found out I -- I was having an -- affair - and he -- he threw me out.”

Now I was so shocked I almost missed the sofa as I sat back down

“You did what? When? With who?”

“Marc.”

“WHO?”

“Marc.”

“Marc? Jeff’s best friend Marc? That Marc?”

She nodded her head as the tears started flowing again. I just sat there as it sunk in. I remember thinking; (What the hell is going on around here? 8 months ago Phoebe fucks up with Floyd now you and Jeff? Is there some kind of virus going around making my female relatives do STUPID things?)

I took a deep breath, “Dee what, - why, - how could you do something like that?”

“Uncle Samuel I swear I didn’t go looking to get in his bed it just sort of happened. I never wanted to hurt Jeff. I love him. I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose him.”

We both were starting to get loud. Since I didn’t want my employee’s to dip into my families business I gave her the spare key to my house and sent her over there. I told her when I got home that she needed to be composed enough to explain IN DETAIL how all this got started. I then sent her out the back door so no one would see her leave.

It was 12:45 when I walked in the front door of my home. Dee was just hanging up the phone after leaving what was probably message number 1,416 on their voice mail. I went to my private liquor stash and made myself a stiff drink, drained that and made another. I knew this was going to be a long night. When I finally entered the living room the look on Denise’s face was like a drunk with a bad hangover. I sat in my favorite chair and sat my drink on the nightstand.

“Alright Dee run the details. How the hell did you get into this mess?”

I was silent as she gathered herself. It was killing her inside to have to tell me, but she knew that what was said in my house stays in my house. She started slowly but soon it was pouring out.

“I guess it started about 5 and ½ months ago. I called the radio station to answer the question that was on the air.”

“What was the question?”

She cringed as she remembered the words, “Which of your mate’s friends would you most like to get with?”

“And you called in?”

“Yes.”

“And you said you wanted to sleep with Marc?”

“No! … I never said that! Uncle I …”

“Did you or didn’t you say on the radio that you wanted to get with Marc?”

“You make it sound like I invited him over and seduced him.”

“Did you?”

“No! I would never do that.”

“You said Jeff caught you having an affair.”

“Yes but I didn’t seduce him. I called the radio station and said that Jeff’s best friend Marc would be who I would like to get with.”

“And someone carried the word back to Marc?”

“Um no. I found out later that he heard me on the radio.”

“And where was Jeff during this time?”

“Out of town. Uncle Samuel you got to believe me. I didn’t start this. It just happened. I …”

“Yes yes you didn’t start it, but you didn’t stop it either.”

I was upset with her and I didn’t care if she knew it. I wasn’t going to pull any punches with her. She knew that when she came here. Still my words and tone had a physical impact on her. Her already red and swollen eyes began tearing again.

“No. --- But I never wanted to hurt Jeff. I don’t want to lose my marriage. Oh god, the look in his eyes when he walked into Marc’s bedroom.”

Again I was shocked; “He caught the two of you together?”

“In Marc’s bed.”

The shock continued, “Oh shit!”

“Uncle I …”

“No, don’t say anything. You can’t or won’t explain why, so stop trying. Just tell me how this started.” 

Again she paused to regroup. While she did I paused as well. Blood is thicker than water and no way would I ever have sexual relations with kin, but still I didn’t want the embarrassment of having my dick make a tent in the front of my pants. I refocused my attention on Denise’s pain and my own grief for the both of them.

“It started on that following Saturday afternoon. I got a phone call from Marc. I told him that Jeff was out of town till next Friday. It was that 2-week period that he was in Colorado helping set up the Denver office for his job. 

“Marc said he knew that and that it was me he needed to talk to. I was surprised. He went on to explain that he was having some serious problems redecorating his apartment and that Jeff had bragged about how good I was at that. He asked if I had some time could I stop by and help get him on track. I told him sure I’d be glad to and NO I was NOT thinking of sleeping with him then.

“I went over to his place about an hour later. He really did have some problems coordinating colors and balancing the rooms. From about 2:30 to 7 PM we worked out colors, styles, placement, balance etc. By the time we finished he had about 10 pages of things to do and buy but we managed to go through the whole apartment.

“I was about to leave when he suggested we go out and grab a bite to eat, his treat. I wasn’t looking forward to going home to leftovers in an empty house so I said that sounds good. No I wasn’t thinking about sleeping with him then. We had worked hard that afternoon and I thought of dinner more as a reward for my efforts.

“We jumped in his car and went to dinner. I think this is where things began to change. With no Jeff to block and divide his attention Marc was totally focused on me. He complimented me on the work I’d done and teased me about how good I looked. I always knew Marc was a talker but without Jeff there to stir the pot I was soon caught up in his smoothness. He had me talking about things that I never shared with anyone other than Jeff. The wine didn’t help matters any since it just made me more relaxed. Dinner was excellent and so was the additional wine. 

“Right next door was a club and Marc half teased half pushed me inside claiming that we should stop by for a minute and get our dance groove on. He knew he didn’t have to do a lot of convincing cause he knows that Jeff and I love to dance. We didn’t even stop for a drink or a table we just went straight to the dance floor.  I found myself admiring how good he looked as he moved on the dance floor. Before I realized it a slow set came on. Uncle Samuel I love Jeff with all my heart despite what the present circumstances may say but slow dancing with Marc was a totally new experience. This may have been the beginning of the trap. The wine hand me warm and relaxed so I thought nothing of slipping into his arms. I’ve done it before with lots of other men. His arms though felt so good, maybe too good. I forgot whose I was and soon I was feeling his hard cock grinding against me. I found myself returning the grind and I never once thought about my husband. By the time the set was over I was hot and definitely bothered. In the car though was where he played his trump card. 

“I used to be able to smoke weed with the best of them but when I got with Jeff I put all that behind me. I didn’t trip when Mark pulled out this real thin joint and said; “I would offer you some but I don’t think you can handle this.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well I know you USED to smoke but my boy Jeff broke you of this bad habit.”

“Puhlease, Jeff didn’t break me of anything. I chose to stop or at least slow down.”

Marc laughed as he lit the joint, which irritated me, “Six of one half dozen of the other. The point is you haven’t done any smoke in a long time and you’ve NEVER done any special blend like this.”

“Oh please Marc it can’t be that special. Besides I can still smoke you under the table.”

“Oh really? Now who’s zoomin who? Look you really don’t want none of this. This here’s for grown folks.”

“No you didn’t try to go there. Give me that.”

“I snatched the joint and took a long hit. He laughed long and hard when I started coughing. All the way back we smoked and Marc clowned me. It was strong but by the time he parked the car in front of his apartment I was tokkin like I used to. I had left my purse at his request since he was buying. He figured why haul it around if I didn’t have to. It sounded like a good idea then but now I had to go back inside to get it. I retrieved my purse and keys was about to clown him about how the weed wasn’t really all that when suddenly the little buzz I in my head became a huge roar and knocked me on my ass.

“You might think that he slipped me some date rape drug or something and took advantage of me but that wasn’t the case. He caught me as I fell and helped me to the sofa. He set my purse and keys in front of me on the coffee table. 

“Damn, I tried to warn you. Denise girl you can’t drive in this condition. Why don’t you stay here tonight. You can sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“N – no. I couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Ha, ha Look Jeff won’t have to know. He’d never let you live it down. Knocked on your ass by one joint? No I couldn’t do that to you not even for the laughs.”

“He had a good point. The wine and the dope had me pretty wired. The thought of Jeff teasing me didn’t set well either. I decided to stay but I would be the one to sleep on the couch. He brought me a pillow and some covers then he brought me one of his long shirts. He didn’t say anything he just draped it over the arm of the couch. When he went back into his bedroom I stripped to my bra and panties and put on the shirt. It covered me like one of my medium short gowns. I remember thinking that it felt real good against my hard nipples and took off the bra. Then it felt even better. Just then Marc came back out and went to the kitchen he got some juice and offered me some. In my dizzy state I decided against it. He stood there and stared at me.

“You make my shirt look real good Dee. Damn good.”

“I felt a rush go through me as his words made me feel all tingly inside. He winked at me and went into his bedroom. I settled in on the sofa. Surprisingly it was very VERY comfortable. I closed my eyes and just seemed to float. I drifted off to sleep and dreamt about having Jeff there with me. He was so gentle, his hands so warm. Not that he isn’t that way for real but there was just something different about this. His lips so gently kissed mine and then moved down to my neck, my shoulders, and my breasts. His hands caressed my body while his lips teased my nipples. It felt so good I never thought about how he got under the shirt. In the midst of the dream I heard a man’s voice.

“MM Denise. You are so beautiful. I have wanted you for so long.” 

“Those soft warm lips continued to kiss and suck on my breasts. It drove me wild and mellowed me at the same time. Meanwhile since I thought I was dreaming I moved my hand down between my legs and began to massage my pussy like I always did when I had a wet dream and no Jeff to break me off. This time however there was a difference. My panties were warm to the touch but not wet. They seemed to caress my hand as I slipped it beneath them to play with myself. Then the lips began kissing their way down my body. My warm panties disappeared but were replaced by a new wet warmth. It teased my pussy. Caressed it, opened it, and even pinched it. It felt like nothing I’d ever felt before. I was having a wet dream but I wasn’t waking up. Everything seemed to function in a fog except the pleasure I was feeling. Then every thing went white as I went over the top.

“When I woke up everything seemed to be clear and I was shocked by what I saw. There was Marc hovering over me with a sly grin on his face. I hadn’t realized yet what had happened to me and as his eyes held mine it didn’t seem to matter at the moment. I remember I smiled back at him.

“Daaaammmn Marc that was some good shit.”

“Yeah I know babe, but not as good as what’s coming.”

“I was talking about the dope but didn’t realize that he wasn’t. Just as I realized that my breasts were exposed he kissed me. I was so relaxed that his tongue had no problem slipping in to taste mine. Then I gasped and my body went stiff as he slowly drove his cock inside me. The gasp turned into a moan then a loud moan as the pleasure of being filled replaced the surprise. I didn’t ask how or why. I didn’t mourn my betrayal of my husband or grieve the infidelity; I just enjoyed the sensations he was giving me. Every stroke filled me completely. Every grind and twist hit all the right spots. It was incredible; he fucked me like I had always been his. He had me screaming his name as he moved inside me with long strong graceful strokes. In no time I was moving to meet him. It was totally different than what I expected and totally different from Jeff. Not so much better just different. Jeff serves it up like I love it and totally wears me out. With Marc though it was like some erotic dance. Where Jeff is power and passion Marc is lust and finesse. The differences plus the fact that this man was NOT my husband drove my lust over the top. I would move to make Marc plunge even deeper inside me and the sensation drove me nuts. You would think with what I just described that I had control but I didn’t. Jeff sometimes allowed me to do what I wanted but with Marc I knew he was totally in control and at that moment I would do whatever he wanted. That first night is still a blur; I mostly remember an almost continuous climax and screaming his name over and over. When he finally came and filled me with his hot juice I had one last huge orgasm and within minutes went right to sleep.

“I don’t know how long I slept. I know it was still dark. What I do remember is opening my eyes and feeling a warm arm around me holding me on my side. Before I could form a coherent thought he slid his cock inside me again. My mind and heart tried to object but my body didn’t care. This time he fucked me hard and fast as he played with my clit with his free hand. While I was still shivering from my climax he rolled me over on my hands and knees. Uncle Samuel he seemed to go on like the Energizer Bunny, going and going and I kept cumming and cumming. I had never felt anything like it before. When he finally climaxed again I fell over exhausted and went back to sleep.


Tales From Behind the Bar Ch. 01



“The next time I awoke it was morning. I was in Marc’s bed alone. My body still trembled from the sensations he gave me but now my conscious finally kicked in with the guilt of what I had done. I was appalled at myself. I had never EVER done anything even close to this before. The fact that I had betrayed my husband tore at my heart. How could I have done this? What kind of whore had I become? I got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up as best I could and had begun looking for my clothes when in walked Marc. He didn’t say a word just embraced me and pushed me back in the bed. The feel of his naked body against mine made me melt. I didn’t resist as he parted my legs and entered me again. All the screams that were heard came from me screaming for him to fuck me harder. God, he did that and much more. He literally fucked me out of the bed and onto the floor. Then he again put me in the bitch position and pounded me so hard we scooted across the floor. 

“Then as he was driving me to one of the best orgasms ever he suddenly pulled out and pulled me back till I was sitting on my legs. While I whimpered and shivered he stood up and walked around to face me. His wet hard cock was bobbing in my face just inches away. He softly said two words.”

“Suck me.”

“They say a soft voice turneth away wrath. His voice did much more than that. It established his dominance in a way I never thought possible. My conscious read me chapter and verse of how I was the betrayer of my husband’s love and trust. I should be stronger because I’ve always known how he is. Then my body again answered and I discovered that I was no better than any of Marc’s other whores. My mouth opened wide and my tongue tasted our combined juices as Marc proceeded to fuck my face. I moaned as I felt how hot his cock was and how it seemed to pulse in my mouth. I remembered thinking that I would willingly do this anytime he wanted. Again he used long slow stokes as he fed his cock into my mouth and down my throat. Later I would be ashamed because I usually treated sucking Jeff’s cock as more of a chore rarely taking pleasure from it. With Marc I moaned with pleasure as his cock pulsed and filled my mouth and belly with his seed.

“The whole experience left me numb and dazed. I left Marc’s apartment sometime Sunday afternoon. By the time I walked in the door at home I was barely holding back my tears. I never got a chance to cry because as soon as the door closed the phone rang. Suddenly the thought sprang into my head that I hadn’t talked to Jeff since Friday night. My guilt clung to me like a shroud as I answered the phone.”

“H—Hello J—“

“Hey baby. How’s my new girl doing?”

“Marc? What are you doing calling here?”

“Just checkin to see if my best girl is alright. You were incredible baby. Totally off the chain.”

“Marc – Look what happened last night – “

“AND this morning.”

“Sigh. Yes and this morning. Look it was good but – “

“Good! Is that all it was to you – good?”

“No. (Sigh) Okay, okay it was – incredible for me too.”

“Um hm. I know it was.”

“But Marc as good as it was it was a one time event. It can’t ever happen again. If Jeff were to find out.”

“Denise what Jeff don’t know won’t get him hurt. Anyway after last night do you really think you can contain what’s between us?”

“I – I’ll manage somehow. I love Jeff. I’ve never cheated on him before.”

“Look Jeff is my boy, but what happened last night is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s bigger than us, bigger than the situation. It’s not gonna just lay down and die.”

“It’s got to die Marc. I love Jeff to much to do this to him.”

“Oh you’re a strong woman. You’ll get used to it.”

The words surprised me. It’s like he knew he could have me any time he wanted.

“Marc look – “

“No Dee you look, this is how it is. I know you love Jeff for gods sake’s he’s my best friend. What happened last night though was on a totally different level. What’s between us is special, unique. That was the most incredible loving I’ve ever had. I know you think you’re strong and all but this ain’t something you can just walk away from.”

“Marc I have to! We both have to. I’m a married woman. I love Jeff and I’m not going to risk losing my marriage.”

“Dee listen to me. You know me. I’ve loved more women than the law allows. None of them ever made the – impression you did. Jeff, is like a brother to me, the last thing I want to see is your marriage break up. But you must know what’s between us is too strong. It always has been. I know. It’s so strong that after we’ve gotten together for our little sets you won’t break Jeff off because you’re scared you’ll scream my name.”

“A chill shot through me, ‘What? What gave you that idea?”

“You did. You admitted as much on the radio Thursday. On Top Jock's show remember?”

“Y – You heard me?”

“Oh Yeah. What I never imagined was how truly sexy and sensual you really are. That’s how I know we won’t be able to just walk away from this Denise. It’s too good, too strong.”

“Marc, that was just a spur of the moment joke. I didn’t mean it.”

“That line might work on someone who didn’t know you guys but not me. I’m Jeff’s road dogg remember.”

“Jeff’ talks to you about us?”

“Well not the details or anything like that but we talk over problems and issues.”

“Marc we’ve got to stop.”

“As much as Jeff is on the road?  Leaving you home alone? No baby. I know I can’t walk away. Neither can you.”

“Marc please?”

“I’ll tell you what. If you can make it thru Wednesday night I’ll know it’s over. You’ll be a much stronger person than I took you for.”

“It can’t happen again Marc. I can’t risk hurting Jeff.”

“We’ll see when Thursday gets here. Until then sweet sexy dreams Dee.”

As I hung up the phone a warm feeling gushed from my center. I stood there feeling the hot moist heat rise between my legs. Then I got scared. If Marc had this effect on me just by a phone call how was I going to be able to resist the feelings still inside? Just then the phone jolted me from my thoughts when it rang again. In anger I nearly yanked it out of the wall.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?”

“Whoa! I just want to talk to my wife. Dee is something wrong?”

“JEFF!!! Oh baby hi. I’m sorry it’s just some prank call. I just ran in from outside.”

“Well star 69 can handle that. Where you been? I’ve been trying to reach you all night. Is everything okay there?”

“Yes everything fine. I was out with Carol and Emma last night. You know how we roll. I’m sorry I missed you.”

“Well I’ve got another week out here. Then I’ll be at home for a while.”

“The conversation rolled along and all the time my heart was being torn to shreds apart by the lies and betrayal.”

Denise stopped here to collect herself as she fought to keep from sobbing openly. I took the opportunity to ask the questions that had been burning in my mind. 

“Denise. You never thought that Marc might be listening.”

“(Sniff) Nooo.”

“So you went back on Wednesday.”

“No, (Sob) Tuesday.”

“What!?”

“Uncle Samuel I love Jeff with all my heart and soul. The last thing I ever wanted was to hurt him. I don’t want to lose my marriage. Maybe if Jeff had been home more things might have been different. If I hadn’t made that stupid call Marc wouldn’t have dared touch me.”

“Denise!”

“(Sob) Uncle Samuel I didn’t sleep at all Sunday night. I was awake all night wrestling with my guilt and the pain of my actions but also with the feelings Marc gave me. All day Monday I was consumed with how gentle he was and how he filled me. He gave me climaxes that only Jeff could match but Jeff had to learn me. Marc did all that and more the very first time. I couldn’t help myself. Several times during Sunday and Monday I used my fingers to relieve myself from the fires inside. Tuesday night I went over to Marc’s apartment to tell him that there was no way this could ever happen again. He smiled when he saw me at the door and ushered me into the living room. When I told him why I had come he got a serious look on his face and asked:

“Dee what is the eleventh commandment?”

“There is no eleventh commandment.”

“Oh yes there is and you’ve heard me and Jeff say it a thousand times.”

“My conscious screamed RUN! Get out before it’s too late! My body just stood there. My mouth recited what I heard them say on so many occasions.”

“THOU SHALT NOT FAKE THYSELF OUT.”

Marc took me in his arms and kissed me. By the time he gave me the last kiss it was Wednesday afternoon.

“Denise!!!”

“Uncle Samuel I already know what you’re going to say. All I had to do was stay away. The last thing I should have done was go over there. I knew when I went what I wanted. I could have fought him. I know them all. I’ve used them all. I went over there anyway and after that night I kept going back. Yes he is that damn good. Not necessarily better than Jeff but the difference and naughtiness gave it an excitement that I quickly became addicted to.

“The first couple of months it was whenever Jeff was out of town. Marc took care of my needs when Jeff was gone and I took care of my husband when he was home. Then Jeff got some new job responsibilities that kept him home for longer periods of time. I loved it. When Jeff was home he got all my time and attention.

“Marc hated it. So when Jeff did go out of town Marc became more demanding of my time. Sometimes taking it right up to the last moments before Jeff would return. Then Marc took it a step farther. Knowing I worked part time at my own discretion Marc talked me into telling Jeff that I had to work when I really didn’t. Most sane people would have balked at the risk but Marc made the danger sound so sexy that it was impossible to resist.

“So now I had gone from seeing Marc maybe 2 to 4 times a week when Jeff was out of town to once or twice a week period. I should have seen the writing on the wall. Uncle Samuel it got so bad that I cancelled events and outings with Jeff to be with Marc. Marc played me like a fine instrument, I just couldn’t tell him no.

“It all came to a head yesterday, Presidents Day. Jeff and I had planned a day trip to that new spa that just opened. Then here comes Marc insisting I spend part of the day with him. The excuse, I gave Jeff was there was a big project at work that I needed to put some extra time in on. Marc kept saying that I would spend the morning with him and have the rest of the day for Jeff. I didn’t even argue I just told Jeff and he bought it or so I thought. I was up at 6:30, out of the house at 7:05, knocking on Marc’s door at 7:35 and naked on my knees with his cock in my mouth at 7:39.”

She paused as her shame momentarily overwhelmed her; “(Sniff) You know it’s funny now that I think back on it, Marc was so smooth it’s scary. He was never cruel or harsh. He didn’t try to overtly dominate me. He hardly ever said a negative word about Jeff. He always talked about us and how what we had together was special. I guess he figured that if he put Jeff down that I’d defend him. That would make it harder for him to control me. At least I’d like to think that. He used finesse instead of strength and controlled me just the same. I cancelled dates that were set up weeks in advance, events I was looking forward to attending with my husband.

“I don’t know how Jeff did it, put one and one together and came up with Marc and me. I don’t know what all he heard or saw. One minute I was squealing as Marc slides into me from behind and the next my blood ran cold when I heard:”

“Ain’t this about a bitch? My so called loving wife fucking my best friend.”

“I turned with Marc still inside me and almost fainted when I saw Jeff standing in the door of Marc’s bedroom. I think he was even taking pictures. Uncle Samuel the last time I saw a look even close to that on Jeff’s face he sent 4 people to the hospital. I freaked, pushed Marc away and jumped off the bed. I locked myself in the bathroom. During all the time I’ve known him, through all our disagreements and arguments I’d never been afraid of my husband. At that moment I was terrified. I curled up in the far corner of the bathroom and just sat there crying. I heard muffled voices on the other side of the door but I was too afraid to move from my spot on the floor. The muffled voices seemed to go on forever. Then there was a loud shot followed by a scream and a loud CRASH that shook the walls. I buried my head in my arms. 

“Then there was silence. As scared as I was of Jeff a new fear arose. Now I was afraid for Jeff as well. Afraid he had been hurt or worse. No matter what had happened I loved Jeff and I didn’t want him hurt (at least no worse than I already had hurt him). I remember starting to crawl toward the door. 

“Suddenly the door exploded inward, the pieces fell on and around me. I froze as Jeff stepped through the door. Behind him Marc lay unmoving in a growing pool of blood.”

“You bitch. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”

“J – Jeff baby I’m –“

“Shut up!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“He grabbed me by the arm and drug me kicking and screaming in fear over to Marc’s prone body. He roughly shoved me down next to him. I grabbed at his pant’s leg.”

“OOWW Jeff please! I’m sorry baby I’m sorry. I messed up and I’m sorry.”

“Jeff removed my hands from his pants leg and slowly knelt down till he was right in my face. I was scared to move, scared to breathe even. When he spoke my heart sank and my blood ran cold. It was soft, just barely above a whisper.”

“I loved you. I gave everything I had to you. You want to be his fuckin whore? You want to screw my EX – best friend fine. When he wakes up you can ride his cock to your hearts content. Stay all fuckin day, all fuckin night if you want to. I wouldn’t stay much past that though cause you’ll need time to secure a truck, minivan or something to come pick up your shit. It’ll be waiting for you on the front porch.”

“Wha – you’re putting me out? No! Jeff no, baby we can work this out. I’ll never do anything like this again I swear it. Baby please I love you. Give us a chance to work this out.”

“Jeff didn’t answer.  He slowly rose and backed away from me. He stopped and looked down, and then he slowly and deliberately removed his wedding band from his finger. He held it up and stared at it.”

“You know this simple gold band used to mean everything to me. Now it’s just a piece of trash.”

“He flipped the ring into the air and it landed in my lap. For a long time I just sat there staring at it in a daze. Then Mark groaned and startled me. I jumped up and finished dressing. All the excitement over the danger was dead. Now it was replaced with a new terror. Not of anything Jeff might physically do to me but of losing him forever. Now my conscious was screaming about how stupid all this had been. Marc has always been a player. The risk was as much a turn on for him as the sex. I was one of how many, 3, 5, 10 other women who regularly shared his bed? That had never been what I wanted in my life, to share a man. Marc would always say I was special, that special woman, but I knew even after the first night that he still had his stable of other women. I love Jeff. I’ve never wanted to share him or be shared that’s why he’s always been my heart. I never wanted to hurt him and the very last thing I want is to lose him. I ran out of Marc’s apartment as he was crying to me to help him get to his bed. I didn’t even break stride. I had to get home. I had to do whatever I could to keep my marriage intact. Beg, cry, crawl, scream or shoot him or myself if that’s what it took to keep my husband and my marriage. 

“I jumped in my car intending to break all the speed laws getting home. I put the gas pedal down and the engine roared but the car barely moved, just lurched and limped along. I stopped and got out to see what was in the way. I was stunned to find that Jeff had let the air out of both my front tires. Frantic now I started back to Marc’s apartment. I’d take his keys and use his car to catch Jeff. Then I stopped and took a hard look at Marc’s car. All 4 of the tires were flat. Jeff had made sure that neither of us would be following him anytime soon. I reached into my purse to use my cell phone to call the motor club but it was missing. I stood there stunned. One of the things I loved about Jeff was that he was meticulous in the things he did. I never expected to have that quality used against me.

It took three hours but finally I pulled up in the driveway of our house. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I walked in the door. I just knew that what ever it took I would mend things between us. I thought that I might have better luck if I went in through the garage. I hit the garage door opener but never made it to the door. For the umpteenth time I just stood there in shock.

There on my side of the garage were boxes. Six of the large wardrobe size boxes and 5 regular size boxes. I walked over and started looking inside. In the space of 3 hours he had packed all my clothes, shoes, jewelry, personal items and had moved them out of the house. Just then the door opened and out came Jeff carrying another large box.

“Jeff! What are you doing?”

Jeff never changed expression, “You better go get a truck or at least a minivan. You’ll never fit all this into your car.”

“I don’t believe this. You’re throwing me out? Evicting me like some non paying tenant?”

“Oh no. See a tenant has due process rights. Don’t worry I’m giving you your rights too. Now you’re free to go fuck Marc or anybody else you want too.”

“Jeff please, let’s go inside and talk this out?”

“What is there to talk about Denise? Tell me what do you have to say that I want to hear?”

“Jeff I’m sorry. It never should have happened. I messed up okay? What I did was horrible and wrong but baby I love you not Marc. It was just a sex thing. Please baby don’t throw away what we have?”

“Just a sex thing huh? It didn’t mean nuthin? If I tried to use that line I’d be all kinds of doggs and bastards. So let me tell you about its just sex.”

“Jeff I’m – “

“No, no, no! Let’s talk about its just sex. If all it is, is just sex then I can go out fuck one of your sorority sisters like Stephanie. Oh yeah she’s wanted some of this from day one all I got to do is say yes. Or maybe I should step to your cousin Phoebe and break her off some. What’s that? No? What the hell’s wrong its just sex?

“If it was just sex why lie to me? If it was just sex why did you change our plans at the last minute so you could run over to Marc’s crib and get broke off?  It didn’t matter that WE had spent time and money planning these trips. For you it was just sex. 

It was just sex but whenever Marc was over here or we hooked up at a club all of a sudden I don’t get any LOVIN from you cause you’re afraid that you’ll scream out his name! How long have you been creepin behind my back just to have sex?”

A chill shot through me, “Where did you hear –“

“Answer the question Denise. How long have you been creepin on me?”

“Baby please can’t we just go inside and talk this out calmly?”

“NO! We can’t! How long Denise?”

I thought that maybe if I answered him softly that we could somehow move forward. Wrong answer.

“(Sigh) Five almost six months, but Jeff I –“

“SIX MONTHS!!! You been fuckin my ex best friend for 6 months and you really expect me to believe it’s just a sex thing? Six months of lying and sneaking around and it’s just a sex thing? Now I get it. I understand why lately when I’d come home from a business trip you seemed to want to do anything but make love. You had just come from fucking him!”

“No! That’s not true. I just wanted to do something different that’s all.”

“No. You wanted some ONE different!”

I was overwhelmed and at the end of my rope. Jeff wasn’t going to listen and I didn’t know what else to do? I should have done anything but what I did.   




Tales From Behind the Bar Ch. 01



“Alright! Alright! I was his bitch okay? I was his whore is that what you want to hear? Fine! I fucked him every chance I got. Does that make you happy? Jeff (sob) I love you. I can’t lose you. I love you baby.”



“Yeah? You love me huh? Well now you can find out if it’s better to have loved and lost. Your things will be here in the garage for another 48 hours. Then what ever’s left I’ll set on the front lawn. The locks on the doors will be rekeyed tomorrow morning and the garage door opener will be reset in two days. I’ve already closed the main bank account. I put half of the $ in your personal account. Now I suggest you load what you can and go.”

“NO! Noooo! JEFF DON’T DO THIS! Please I’m begging you. I’ll do anything! Anything you say baby. Just please let’s go inside and talk this out!”

“I grabbed his arm and held on for dear life. He yanked it out of my grasp like it was nothing. The next thing I knew he had his hand on my chest holding me at bay like I was some child. The look he gave me chilled me to my soul.” 

“Don’t put your hands on me again. I might forget who you are.”

“I was totally undone. I stood there as he walked into the house and with a slam closed and locked the door. He flipped the switch on the deadbolt so my key was locked out. I beat on the door till my hands hurt. I screamed myself hoarse but Jeff never came to the door or even looked out the window. As I stood there sobbing I had to admit he was right. If our roles had been reversed I would have done the same thing and probably much worse. Still I couldn’t just give up so finally I came to you Uncle Samuel.”

I sat back in my chair and stared at the floor. On the outside it might have appeared that I was in deep contemplation. On the inside I was deep in shock. First Phoebe, now Denise? I wandered if my female relatives were losing their minds. Both had good strong men in stable marriages. Neither of them is stupid. So why would they make such stupid mistakes and destroy good relationships that they say they loved and cherished? Phoebe’s ex, Floyd, divorced her and left for Europe on an international investment project for the bank he works for. Phoebe was devastated, still is. Now am I going to watch it happen all over again to another member of my family? Denise and Jeff have 10 good years behind them. Why would she throw all that away? She sat there looking at me with pleading eyes. I had to say something, but it may not be what she wants to hear.

“Denise I love you. You know that but I got to ask you the hard questions.”

“I know. Why? Why did I let it happen? Why didn’t I stop it? Why did I let Marc escalate it? Why did I put my marriage, my husband at risk? I don’t know. I don’t have an answer, not even one that makes uncommon sense. I just let myself get caught up in a situation. But Jeff should know that I never stopped loving him. That should count for something.”

“You say this AFTER you cancelled plans with your husband to run over and jump in your lovers bed.”

Denise cringed as my statement bit deep. Her response was soft as she choked back the shame.

“I love Jeff. I never stopped loving him.”

“Jeff had a good point Denise. What if the roles had been reversed? What if he had cancelled plans to go jump in bed with one of your friends. What would you have done after catching him in mid stroke?”

Again she cringed and the tears that she had been holding back came tumbling down. I was both sorry for her and angry with her. I went to get another drink, straight 7-Up this time. When I returned that round of showers was over.

“Uncle Samuel (sniff) you have to help me. I don’t know what else to do. Please talk to Jeff for me. He won’t listen to me but he will to you.”

“Me, talk to Jeff? What makes you think he’ll listen to me?”

“You’re a man. He loves and respects you. If you tell him how sorry I am and how I’ll do anything for another chance he’ll listen to you.”

“He’ll also think I’m trying to stand up for his wife, my niece. It could make things worse.”

“Uncle Samuel things can’t get any worse. I’m locked out of my own house and my husband won’t talk to me. What could be worse?”

“You really have to ask?”

The look on her face was like someone clinging to a fraying rope while staring into the bottomless pit.

“Uncle Samuel I – can’t think about divorce. I can’t let that happen.”

“Denise you know me. I got to keep it real. There is the very real possibility that it’s already to late. You may have blown your marriage apart.”

“NO! I told you I can’t let that happen! I love Jeff. In his heart he knows that. He’s just too mad to see it. Once he calms down he’ll remember that I love him. That Marc means nothing to me. In the meantime you’ve got to help me Uncle Samuel. He won’t listen to anyone else. Please Uncle Samuel?”

Denise was falling apart. I have 2 brothers and 1 sister and a total of 7 nieces and nephews. If there is any one lesson we’ve taught them it’s that you got to stand tall and persevere in times of trouble. When things get tight you have to persist until the very end no matter the obstacle. But THIS! With the exception of Phoebe no one has been in anywhere near the mess that Denise was facing. Phoebe lost her marriage due to somewhat similar circumstances. When her husband Floyd found out he wasted no time in becoming her ex-husband. It devastated her. That was nearly 2 years ago and she still hasn’t completely recovered. Oh she’s picked herself up and is moving on with her life but there is no joy in her. Jeff is a man out of that same mold. Passionate in his affections but when angered takes immediate steps to resolve the situation. That is what worries and terrifies Denise. Still she is flesh of my families flesh, blood of my blood. If nothing else I could ask to hear his side of the story.

The next morning I pulled up to their house. The blinds on all the windows were closed. If I hadn’t called ahead I would’ve assumed that no one was home. As I pondered what I would say a white Lexus LS 400 pulled up. Out of the Lexus stepped Marva Wilson-Smith 5’8”, 140lbs of thick shapely light skinned woman and one of Denise’s best friends. Marva had the kind of body with round ass and long legs that made men develop neck problems from turning to look as she walked by. She was only medium size up top but put her in heels and those rolling hips made you forget all about her tits. Her main drawback was a pompous attitude and a sharp tongue. The look of concern on her face led me to wonder if Denise hadn’t called her in too. If that were the case I would be sure to express my displeasure at her NOT waiting till I was done. A man will sometimes tell another man certain details he won’t express in a woman’s presence. She saw me and her expression was one of surprise.

“Sam? If you’re here at this time of morning something must definitely be wrong. I heard that Jeff kicked Denise out. What’s going on here? Have you seen Denise?”

“(Sigh) Yes Marva she’s over at my place. Look why don’t you go over there? She really could use the company.”

“Has Jeff lost his damn mind?”

“Marva listen – “

“Did he hurt her? If he did – Oh never mind. Since I’m here I may as well ask the crazy fool myself.”

I barely managed to grab her arm as she started toward the door. She turned around looking like she was ready to knock me out.”

“Whoa slow your roll Marva. Before you go and make as bad a mistake as Denise stop and listen to me.”

She gave me a scalding glare but stopped her advance. Here was a woman that was used to having her own way.

“You better listen to me before you march your high yella ass up in there and wake up in the hospital. If you’re determined to find out what happened then you have two choices. Either go to my house and talk to Denise or stay here. But if you stay here you MUST keep your mouth shut do you understand? You put that mouth of yours in park or I’ll bounce your wide ass down the street myself. Do I make myself clear?”

Marva’s brown eyes were wide with shock. She was quite well off and not used to being addressed in such a manner. Fortunately for me I was one of the few people in town that she respected – and feared. I’ve had to straighten her out before when she got crossways with me. I’m sure she didn’t want that embarrassment again. When she responded her voice was ice cold.

“Very well Samuel. We’ll do it your way. I won’t say a word. For now.”

I made sure she stood behind me when we got to the door. When the door opened the expression on Jeff’s face was not one of surprise but more of annoyance.

“Well this is something you don’t see everyday. Since you called Sam I assumed that Denise ran to you for help, but Marva too? I’ve never known you to need backup Sam.”

“Look Jeff I don’t know about Sam. I just want – “

“Marva what did I tell you?”

“But – “

“Marva!”

She turned her nose up in a huff but closed her mouth.

“Alright Jeff, you’re correct that Denise came to see me. Now I want to hear your side of the story. You gonna let us in or slam the door in my face?”

For a long tense moment I waited on his response. This was the ultimate test of the relationship I tried to build with him over the years, one of integrity and confidentiality. Most of the time women have older female friends they can call on for “sage advice.” It’s decreased in recent times but it’s still there. For black men though it’s different especially in today’s society. These days there seems to be a “wisdom gap” in black society. Brothers more often than not have to carry the burdens of life alone. More and more men that are beat down by life or suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune have to lick their wounds and do their crying all alone in the dark. It is partly our own fault. Societies worship of youth has had the effect of secluding the older more seasoned men as whack and out of touch. The rise of the hip-hop mentality has added to the gap. No thug wants to be accused of being so weak that they actually listen to an older man, be it father or uncle or informed stranger. I think possibly only the gay community has it worse. My father said it best: 

(Sam I know you got smart friends and all but sometimes being young they can also be foolish. Some things do not change like affairs of the heart. Some times you need to listen to the voice of experience. Measure yourself not against your friends but against someone who’s been down the road you’re traveling.) 

Now I was putting his advice and my personal pledge to be there to the test.

Jeff’s visage was clouded as he wrestled with his own emotions. Even after 24 hours the pain was still white hot his nerves still raw. Slowly he stepped back from the door. I took hold of Marva’s hand and ushered her to a seat beside me on the sofa. She started to remove her hand but I tightened my grip. She remained silent and left her hand resting in mine.

“Alright Jeff tell me what happened?”

“If Denise told you her side you already know more than me. Why don’t you tell me?”

“Jeff who else has been here? You ain’t answered the phone and you ain’t been out of the house. We’ve talked about this on many occasions how men especially black men do their crying alone in the dark. To often this is when the madness sets in. Black men especially keep it all in because most of the time they don’t have an older man or mentor they can go to and talk it out. I’m not asking you to cry. I just want to offer you an opportunity to ventilate. Your call.”

Another tense pause as Jeff eyed me then Marva, then me again. He shook his head as if clearing the smoke away. 

“For weeks now I felt things were different. Denise wasn’t as joyful, as lustful a she used to be. We still made love, but where there used to be urgency on her part now there wasn’t. There used to be times when we never made it to the bedroom. She used to be hungry-determined to get with me and have me with her. Suddenly it was like if I get some fine if not fine.

“At first she made excuses not to rush home to be intimate. Her favorite one that I accepted was that she wanted to broaden our experiences. I mean sure after 10 years things can get stale. So I tried to expand my horizons. Plan some new things, a weekend getaway, a day trip, anything to get us out and about. I even went to my boss and told him that I had to slow down. He hated to do it. I’m one of the best he’s got but he figured it was better to placate me than to lose me altogether.

“I thought slowing down would make things better but all it did was make it seem more out of place. I mean at times things were good just like always but then there were the other times. Like when we would go out with a group of friends. Things just seemed to be coming together. She would be so hot that some of our friends would crack on me about how I wasn’t going to sleep that night. Then we’d finally get home and NOTHING! It’s like she turned every thing off. I’d literally be standing there with my dick so hard it hurt but she’d be too tired or have a headache. Now that I think back on it those nights were times when Mark was present and they spent quite a bit of time together. I never dreamed, never ever considered that –“

Jeff stopped to compose himself. For the first time I saw the grief welling up inside him. Marva started to speak but I gently squeezed her hand and she remained silent. Jeff cleared his throat and continued.

“I knew something was up, but it took awhile for me to accept what was happening. My mind added 2 + 2 but my heart couldn’t accept that 4 meant Denise was having an affair.”

“(GASP) Denise? Jeff that can’t be …”

I squeezed Marva’s hand hard till she grimaced in pain. Jeff waited till she settled down.

“My reaction was just like yours Marva. It was beyond belief. I tried to look at other options but the more I looked away the more I was forced to look back at the obvious. After 10 years my wife was playin on me. More dates and events we planned together were cancelled, many at the last minute. She either had to work, she was tired or she wasn’t feeling well. Intimacy became an ever-decreasing event. When we did make love it was good but now it only fueled my suspicions.

“I almost decided to just live with it. Treat it like a phase she was going through but yesterday it all exploded in my face.”

“What happened yesterday Jeff?”

“We had planned an outing to the new spa then down to the docks for some good seafood. It had been set for weeks. Yesterday was Presidents Day; a holiday and I had the day off. Like I said we had planned this trip for weeks but Saturday she comes to me and says she has to go into her job. They are close to finishing a special project and she had to be there to help close it out. Since I was half expecting that I just shrugged my shoulders and remarked how sweet it was of her to waste our money and my time. She tried to apologize but by now I was to pissed to care. She tried to tell me that we’d have all afternoon and evening together but by now it was all just a song and dance to me. I didn’t have much to say to her the rest of Saturday or all day Sunday. Monday morning she was up and out of the house before the sun rose. I decided that when she returned we would have a long talk. Not about her infidelity I still had no proof but about her irresponsibility. Waiting until I spent both time and money before backing out. If she didn’t want to go she should have said no from the start. As I considered what I was going to say I turned on the radio. I like to listen to DJ Rock on the radio. He’s always good for a laugh. Yesterday it was a best of the best bits day. I love those shows so I decided to record the program for laughs later. Good thing I did or I might have missed this.”

Jeff went over and switched on the entertainment system. He stared at the floor as he queued up the spot in the tape I know he’d listened to again and again. I watched as Marva’s face went pale as she recognized Denise’s voice. Her jaw dropped as the tape rolled on. She couldn’t look me in the eye as Denise went on and on about Marc. I had heard it from Denise’s mouth and still I cringed as I heard the enthusiasm with which she voiced her comments. When it ended Jeff switched off the tape.

“That’s when it hit me. I still couldn’t accept it but now it could no longer be denied. It was the only way things made sense. I thought of the nights when I told my best friend my troubles and he said I was trippin. That I had 10 good years of hot sex and now maybe it was time to cool off. As much as I clowned Marc over his escapades with the ladies I never dreamed it would ever involve me personally. Watching night after night as women he turned out gladly came back. I didn’t want to believe it but there was no other perfect explanation. I had to be absolutely sure so I grabbed my digital camera and went to Denise’s job. That’s where she said she would be. That’s where she told me she had to go. 

“She wasn’t there, hadn’t been there all morning. I know, the guard showed me the sign in log.

“So now I verified the lie, I still had to verify the betrayal. I drove over to Marc’s apartment. There parked three spaces from Marc’s 300ZX was Denise’s Corolla. Since my camera was programmed with time and date I took pictures of her car in his apartment complex. I was livid but what I saw later was even worse. Marc is afraid of heights so his apartment is on the ground floor. I walked around to his bedroom window. The sheers were drawn but I still had a good view of the action inside. There was a split at the bottom of the sheers that gave me good camera shots into the bedroom.

“There in his bed on her hands and knees was Denise. She looked like she was doing those female pushups as each time down she took his cock all the way in her mouth. I didn’t need to see Marc’s face to know he was enjoying it over the years that’s been one of her favorite positions. My heart broke as I watched her lips and tongue thrill another man’s cock. After a few minutes of this Marc got behind her and slowly put his cock inside her. I took pictures of both of them. Denise and I had video taped our lovemaking before and it made me excited to watch and hear her passion. This however was in a totally different vein. To see her moving and hear her moans as she fucked another man both excited and sickened me. I saw their world thru red and green glasses as I watched her move with him as if THEY had been married 10 years and I was the outsider. From the window I watched as my ‘closer than a brother’ best friend pulled my loving wife by her hair until she reared back screaming not from pain but from her erupting pleasure. I watched as he pulled her shivering body back to his so she could twist around to kiss his lips.

“He let her fall face first back to the bed and she buried her face in the pillows as he began slamming himself into her still recovering cunt. I knew from experience that she was having yet another orgasm on top of the first one and my heart sank even further. I watched feeling helpless as he got reactions from her body that in 10 years I’d rarely seen.

“Suddenly he pulled all the way out while holding her face down in the bed. I saw his lips move and he slapped her ass cheeks. Her body jumped but she made no move to stop him. She reached back with her hands and what I saw made my heart and dick hit the ground. I watched in shock as my wife pulled her ass cheeks apart to allow another man to apply extra lubrication to her brown hole. I faintly heard her wail as he slipped two then a third finger inside her ass. He worked her ass for several minutes with one hand while his other applied the lube to his cock. She buried her face in the pillows to smother the scream as in one smooth motion he buried his cock in her ass. I’m sure it was only a few minutes but it seemed like he pumped that ass for an eternity with long deep strokes. Then came the final straw.




Tales From Behind the Bar Ch. 02



Pain and Pleasure

Hey how ya doin? Sam here. Samuel Sanders owner, chief cook, bartender extraordinaire and when necessary bottle washer here at the Midnight Bar and Grill. A guy in my position hears all kinds of stories about all kinds of things. Some things are believable others are the no way in hell type. Tonight however I got a friend of mine to stop by and tell you his story.  I got to warn you it’s a bittersweet tale, but let me let him tell it.  Come on Scott man; tell the people your story.

Thanks Sam. I guess for the sake of this I better keep it simple. My name is Scott Caldwell and this story starts about 3 years ago. I met a lady by the name of Nelly Braeden. Nel was and still is a bombshell. She’s 5 ft 5 with deep dark brown almond shaped eyes. She wears her hair just above the shoulders. She’s not a big-hipped woman even after having Audra Marie. Her ass though fills out skirts and pants like nobodies business. Her breasts also are showstoppers even though they aren’t overly big, a B or a C depending upon the make of the bra. I think what I always marveled at from the first was her smooth peanut butter colored complexion.

We were introduced by my best friend at the time Willie Lones aka Thugg. He was nicknamed that before vocabulary like Thug Life came into existence but he tried to live that lifestyle. His rep was that of a tough almost gangster type of Negro who played whatever lady he was with. With me however he was my road dogg and I would have gone to war side by side with him – at one time. They say keep your friends close but your enemies closer. Well you’ll see a bit later.

Nel and I were thick real quick. I mean inseparable. She tried that Michael Baiseden/Illyana Van Zant stuff about put a brotha on hold from the pussy for 90 days to see if he’s for real or not. I was cool for the 90 days but on day 92 I asked her where were we going with this relationship, deep or shallow. She said she wanted to go deep VERY deep. Long story short she gave it up that night and for me there was no turning back. Another friend of mine and an acquaintance of hers tried to warn me that in those first 90 days that I should have been taking inventory of her assets and liabilities as well. I thought I had but later I found out different.

Well as far as I knew the relationship was smooth. Hell I didn’t even trip when she told me 6 months later that she was 2 months pregnant. I figured I was going to make the relationship permanent anyway so no big thing. Audra Marie was and is the cutest little girl you could ever want to see. A little lighter than her mother she had those same deep dark brown eyes but with the sparkle that only comes from being innocent. She was born with a head full of hair, which thrilled the relatives. They said that a head full of hair was a good sign. Of what I have no idea.

Anyway Nel had us wait 10 weeks instead of the usual 6 per her doctor’s orders before having sex again. I noticed a change in her pussy but figured it was all because of the baby. In the beginning Nel was pretty set in her sexual habits. She liked it a lot wanted it a lot but only certain ways. Her favorites were her on top and doggy style. No kinky stuff like spanking that ass or half on or off the sofa or the kitchen table. Other than when she was cumming she was rarely loud. She did however like oral sex. She used it often to get her point across or her way. Hey what can I say, a woman that is a great cocksucker can get most anything out of a man. After the baby though she didn’t seem to want to be sexually involved as much. Oh she would still suck my cock almost at the drop of a hat but where before she was insistent on what she wanted now it was me who was insistent. Now it was mostly in the bedroom at night in the bed. I guess I should have suspected something because more than a number of times I let her use the baby as an excuse That would have been fine but most of the time the baby was at her mother’s house. 

I worked hard focusing on when I would present her with her engagement ring and officially ask her to marry me. I wanted the ring to be completely paid for when I put it on her finger. It took me the better part of 6months but I finally had the ring in my coat pocket. I decided that we would have a romantic dinner at a local restaurant with several of our friends where I would pop the question. It worked like a charm, the girls were in tears and the guys were stunned. She accepted I was elated. We decided to set the date a year away in order to handle some other business. It was 3 months into this waiting period that I uncovered the truth.

Soon after the baby was born Nel gave me a set of keys. One was to her apartment the other to her car. Nel’s thinking was that she wanted me to be able to get into her apartment if there was a situation with the baby such as me having to pick her up or retrieve something for her. I thought it was unnecessary because the baby usually stayed with Nel’s mother. I rarely ever had used them but Nel wanted me to have them just in case. In hindsight I’m sure she wouldn’t have done it if she realized what could happen. 

I decided on a Friday to surprise Nel with dinner. I stopped by our favorite restaurant and picked up her favorite dishes. I also picked up some fine wine and her favorite flavor of Hagen Das. I went over to Nel’s apartment and let myself in. She would be home from work in a few of hours and I wanted the food to be ready to heat when she got there. I set everything down and put the ice cream in the freezer and the wine in the fridge. It was as I was turning to start preparation on the entree that I heard it. My heart jumped and my blood ran cold thinking at first I was found out. First a little squeak, then another, my heart sank as my trepidation rose. Then a cold hand gripped my heart as I heard a sound I had grown to love. That high pitched squeal that Nel would utter when she’s on the verge of having a hard orgasm. Now some of you might say well maybe she’s masturbating. Went there tried that, it was blown out of the water the next instant when I heard:

“Ohhh goddamn Nel. I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh yeah cum all up in me Thuggy. Cum in me daddy.”

Then I heard a scream come from Nel that I had never heard before.

“OOOOHHH FUCK, I’M CUMMING. SHHEEEEIIIT! I’M CUMMING!”

I’m sure the neighbors in the apartment building across the street heard Nel climaxing. I was stunned. I crept to her bedroom and peeped in the crack of the door. What I saw left me totally disconsolate. There on the bed that we had loved and made love on was Nel almost in a bicycle position screaming and tearing at the sheets as my so-called best friend Willie Lones was earning the title of his nickname as he drove his huge cock down into her pussy. 

“You -- like this -- cock -- don’t you bitch!”

“Yes daddy shit yeah!”

“You like watching it as it goes in and out of that pussy don’t you?”

“YES! AAAHHH!”

“That’s right, take it bitch. Take all this cock.”

“AAAH!”

“After I get done with this pussy I’m gonna take dat ass too.”

“Yes Thuggy anything you say baby. It’s yours daddy.”

Thugg was driving his cock into Nel with such force that they were bouncing on the bed. My cock swelled in my pants as I watched the scene. Nel had refused me sex last night saying she was exhausted. She refused to try a similar position when I suggested we do it in the living room on the sofa. She complained that her back would get tired leaning up against the sofa. Here the only thing that was propping her ass up were her own arms as they struggled to keep her hips moving up to meet his down stroke. She hardly ever made noise for me even when I knew I was hittin it right. Here she was screaming her lungs out. Then it hit me. Thugg said he was going to take her ass and she said YES. When I mentioned anal sex as a joke she went ballistic on me calling me nasty and disgusting. Swearing that the day I got her ass would be the day after she died. As these revelations manifested themselves my cock strained even harder in my pants. I was tempted to pull it out and jack off but another scream from Nel put that thought to rest. My pain and anguish overpowered everything else. As Nelly finished her climax Thugg pulled out and pushed her over to the side of the bed. He jumped to the floor and grabbed her by her legs. He roughly stood her up in front of him then bent her in over until she was half on half off the bed. She barely managed to grab a pillow and bury her face in it. Now with her ass swaying in the air she whimpered but didn’t move as he reached over to her nightstand and pulled the baby oil. He applied it liberally to his hands then to his cock. Then he squirted it directly onto her ass and started massaging it in. First he sent two fingers into her pouting pussy and she moved back on them as he brought her passion to a boil. Then he pulled out leaving her shaking from her near orgasm. She gasped and moaned loudly as he slipped one, two then three fingers inside her brown hole. 

“Does my boy Caldwell tap dis ass?”

“Ohhh no baby only you. Only you fuck this ass.”

He smacked her ass several times and each one of her yelps stabbed at my heart. Then I watched as he re oiled his cock and placed the head at her puckered sphincter. Again I heard a wail from her that I had never heard before as he slowly sunk the whole length into her ass. I watched her legs tremble and as he started to move in and out going deeper each time. 

“Yeeeeesss Thuggy you feel so good fucking me deep in my ass.”

I kept watching as he steadily picked up speed. Soon he was stroking her ass nearly as hard as he had her pussy. Her wails and moans told me she loved every inch of it. I watched in fascination and despair as she came screaming to a hard anal orgasm. It was easily the loudest I ever heard her climax. By the time he finally knutted deep inside her ass she had several almost back to back to back orgasms. She fell in a shivering heap on the bed. Willie crawled in behind her and cuddled her to him. I closed my eyes and turned my head away as I struggled to control my anger at their betrayal. Maybe if given a minute or so I would have just walked away then I would have missed the turning of the knife in my back. My eyes snapped back open when I heard:

“Oh shit Nel that’s so good and nasty.”

I refocused my eyes on the sight of Nel’s head bobbing up and down as her tongue snaked all over Willie’s reviving cock. From my vantage point I could see her face. The look was one of total submission and crazy lust. I wasn’t surprised that it didn’t take long for her to have him at full mast. She then sucked him even harder and noisier till he screamed and came in her mouth. She never missed a bob or a drop. Then holding the shrinking pole in her hand she moved up his body and tried to kiss him. He turned his head and pushed her away.

“Whoa bitch, I keep telling you no way am I gonna kiss you after you just finished sucking my cock after it’s been in yo ass. You better use some Listerine or something.”

“Why’d you put that dick back there then?”

“Cause I know you love having my hard cock up your ass.”

He slapped her ass and she yelped but didn’t move from him. Finally he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up to look him in the eyes.

“Nelly girl why you keeping all this going? When you gonna straighten this shit out? I mean Scott is my friend, but you love me. I don’t like the fact that you making me look like I’m backdoorin my best friend.”

Nelly’s face looked downfallen. She sighed and lay next to him.

“Thuggy you my boo and all but Scott is my boo to. He’s the father of my child. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to hurt him.” 

“Maybe this should be the end then. Maybe I should bounce and not come back.”

“NO. No Thugg. You don’t know what you mean to me. You know I’m crazy over you. Even when I’m with Scott all I can think about is you.”

“Yeah I know but you engaged to him and all. Damn Nelly girl, this shit can’t happen. You and I were bangin before you gave it up to him. While you had him on 90 days probation you were ridin me. Two weeks after the baby we was bangin again. Hell even now you put him off when you know you gonna be with me. That don’t sound like no love to me. Sounds like you gamin girl.”

“No it ain’t nothin like that. Like I said I love you both.”

“Yeah well you can’t be married to him and ride me. Somethin’s got to break quick. Shit I knew I should a broke this shit up in the beginning. When I introduced you two I never meant for you and him to get together. You were always meant to be my bitch.”

“I’m sorry Thuggy I can’t help I fell in love with Scott. But you’re right I can’t marry him. I just need to find a way to break it off without hurting him. For the baby’s sake.”

“Yeah well see that you do and soon. For right now though get yo ass up and use some Listerine bitch yo breath stank.”

My heart broke as I watched her jump out of bed and go to the bathroom. As I listened to her gargle I contemplated all that I had heard. All this time Nelly had been jockin Thugg? She made a punk out of me during those first 90 days but she was giving the booty up to Willie? She was fucking Willie two weeks after the baby was born? How could she say she loved me and play me like that? Suddenly my contemplations stopped as Nelly came bouncing back in the bedroom and straddled Willie. I watched as she licked and sucked on his cock till it was rock hard again. Then she slowly lowered herself on to his straight up pole. Soon she was moaning and groaning as she posted herself on his dick.

I had seen enough. I went back into the kitchen and looked at the food I had bought. Then I dumped it all in the wastebasket. As the aroma began to spread I pulled the ice cream out of the freezer and turned it upside down in the sink. I started to dump the wine too but thought better of it. Finally I took my wallet out and removed two pictures. One was of Nelly the other of Thugg and me. I removed both her apartment key and her car key from my key ring. The car key I laid on the dining room table. The apartment key I stuck through both pictures and left beside the car key. Then I took my bottle of wine and quietly left as Nelly was having yet another of her earth shattering orgasms.

I was shattered myself. I drove around for the next few hours then went home. During my drive my pain gave way to anger. The anger demanded some sort of payback. Willie/Thugg or whatever he wanted to be called would be paid back by the permanent loss of my friendship. He would need me a lot sooner than I would ever need him. When the other fellas found out what the real deal was there would be a split there too. Willie would trip hard when it got out that he backstabbed his best friend. No Willie would pay the price. It was Miss Nelly Braeden that needed to be taught a lesson. I wondered what would go thru their minds when they found what I had left. I wished I had had a video camera so I could record what I saw. Then I could have taken her to court and sued her ass to get full custody of Audra Marie. That would crush her. Since I didn’t have a camera I tried to come up with an alternate plan. 

I was still working out the details when I finally walked in the front door to my apartment. Already my voice mail was full of messages from Nelly begging me to call her. I erased all messages and continued to let the phone ring. I knew exactly how I would take my revenge on Nelly. I looked in my planner for a crumpled old piece of paper. On that paper was a special phone number, one that I never thought I’d have enough nerve to call. The one person that I knew Nelly not only looked up to but also was intimidated by. We had talked on several occasions when we ran into each other when we were out and about and always had a great time. I never let it get any depth though because I was committed to Nelly. Nelly had always been irritated when ever I talked to her. Most of those nights were some of the best sex I had with Nelly. I guess on those nights she made an extra special effort to bring my attention back to her. Well if she thought I was just going to sit on my ass and cry like some punk well she had another think coming. I dialed the number.

“Hello?”

“Hello Pam Faulkner?”

“Yes who’s this?”

“This is Scott …”

“Scott? Scott Caldwell?”

“Yeah it’s me.”

“Hey Scott! To what do I owe this pleasure? How you been?”

“I’m doin fine. Listen I know it’s short notice and all but are you busy tonight?”

“No I’m just chillin. Why?”

“I thought we might hook up and catch dinner then the play at the Ensemble Theatre. Interested?”

“Well? Yeah I’d love to. When do we roll?”

“Well let’s see it’s about 6:30 now the play don’t start till 8:00. Tell you what I’ll pick you up at 7:20 we’ll catch the play then a late dinner, then maybe stop at a club for some dancing.”

“Hey that sounds good to me. I don’t have to get dressed up do I.”

“Oh please girl no, just be casual. You know you dress up anything you put on anyway.”

“Ha ha ha. That was cute, elementary, but cute. Thank you.”

“Okay I’ll do better. I will be there at 7:20.”

“I’ll be ready.”

At 7:20 I was at her front door nervous as hell. If you had seen Pam you’d know why. She opened the door and even though dressed casually she was breath taking. A little taller than Nel at 5’6” she had proportions that made Nel look like an immature teenager. I thought she favored a young Chaka Khan back when she was still with the band Rufus. Light complexion with large bright hazel eyes and a broad smile all framed by long thick hair down to her shoulder blades. When I first met her not only her beauty but her bearing as well intimidated me. She was sharp I mean real sharp. She blew off more men in one week than most women do in 3 months. I found her strength and intelligence refreshing. She and I could sit and talk for hours about almost anything. I never really considered myself as a contender for her affections so I never worried about impressing her. I guess that’s what allowed us to have a good time.

The whole evening went extremely well. The play was excellent and the late dinner was great. Pam was relaxed and very shall we say huggable. Things started to heat up though when we stepped into the club. Sister girl could go and I noticed several other brothers in the place get in trouble with their dates as they watched her tits and ass. She kept her attention squarely on me though which did wonders for my ego. I almost lost it though when we slow danced. At first I hesitated when the music changed and another brother tried to step in and ask her. She turned him down COLD. The next thing I knew she had stepped into my arms as she clowned me about not letting her get loose up in here. Then she pressed her body to mine and I forgot all about revenge or any other hurt or pain. Her body felt even better than it looked. She laid her head on my shoulder and I felt her hot breath on my neck. I tried to be a little slick and slip in a little grind and was surprised to find she not only returned it I heard her moan as well. My cock was rock hard and she felt so good I thought at one time I’d have to break away to keep from cumming in my pants. I barely managed to hold on though and the dance continued. When the set ended I kept my arm around her hip. She moved it up over her shoulder leaning hard into me. The rest of the night passed all to quickly and soon I was escorting her to her front door. 

“I had a great time Scott. I don’t get out much. Thank you for calling me.”

“I had a great time too Pam. One that’s well worth repeating.”

She gave me a quick peck on the lips and unlocked the door to her apartment. She opened it just enough to let herself in and pushed it closed. I stood there thinking about how great the evening went. Just then her door popped open. Not a lot but enough so I could see it wasn’t secured. The dogg in me said that this was a definite sign to come git some. The friend in me said to just knock and she’ll come back and secure it. I knocked, no answer. I thought, maybe I’ll just peak in and call her so she can come and secure her front door. I opened the door slowly and called out to her.




Tales From Behind the Bar Ch. 02



“Pam?”

“It’s about time you got the message.”

“What?”

Pam was kneeling on her sofa with that wide Chaka Khan like grin from ear to ear.

“Well come in and close my door.”

I was confused but not about to be stupid. I closed and locked the door. She motioned for me to come and sit on the sofa beside her. As I came around I saw two glasses of wine. 

“Now tell me what happened?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Look Scott I like you a lot but I’m not stupid. I know the only way you would take me out and treat me to an evening this fine is if something is wrong in paradise. So dish the dirt.”

“Pam really I just.”

“You are just a terrible liar. Besides I think you owe me.”

“What?”

“Yes you owe me. You owe me an explanation for why out of the blue you call me for a date. Especially since the last time we talked you were working on an engagement ring. Come on, I got the horse now open your mouth I want the real dirt not some he say she say mess.”

I was stunned to say the least. Slowly I began telling her of what I had seen and heard. I was surprised that the more I told her the more details she wanted. I also couldn’t help but notice how the nipples of her superb breasts looked like two thimbles as they tried to poke holes in her top. At the end of my story she sat there for several minutes then slowly shook her head.

“Oh Scott I’m so sorry that something like this happened to you. What is Nelly thinking? If she doesn’t want to be with you why doesn’t she just tell you and let you move on? Bangin Thugg? A brother that got all the skills but not the gut to use them.”

“I didn’t know you knew Willie Lones.”

“Thugg? Oh yeah, I dis’d and dismissed him years ago. He tried to talk to me but I told him point blank he wasn’t my type. When he saw he couldn’t get anywhere with me he tried to call me out my name in public. I had to read him from Genesis thru Numbers by the numbers. I thought Nelly had better taste in men than that. That was some foul shit to accept your proposal knowing she had a thing for Thugg. Are you going to kick Thugg’s ass?”

“Not unless he tries to punk me out or get in my face behind it. I could have busted them both but I let them have their little thing together. They now know it’s over that’s enough for me. Well thanks Pam for letting me ventilate. I’ve kept you up long enough. I better raise up out of here.”

“That’s okay. Look why don’t you spend the night here.”

“Really Pam I couldn’t …”

“Look I don’t think you should be alone on a night like tonight. Stay here tonight and go home in the morning.”

She leaned forward holding my hand in hers. I was surprised at how warm they were. Then I heard words come from Pam that surprised me.

“Besides I’ve waited a long time for this.”

“For what?”

“For this.”

She leaned forward and kissed me softly but deeply on the lips. I took her into my arms and caressed her back. We continued the kiss for a long time. 

“Sigh. Scott I’ve wanted to do that since the second time we talked.”

“I hope it was worth the wait.”

“I don’t know I think more tests are in order.”

She again pressed her warm lips to mine. I tasted the wine she had been drinking as her tongue played tag with mine. I felt the heat from her body and my cock strained so hard against its confinement that it hurt. I slowly laid her back on the sofa, moving from her lips to her neck and around to the other side. She went from a soft moan to a giggle and back to moaning as I tasted and teased her. I sat back and she reached for my shirt unfastening the buttons and pulling it out of my pants. I performed a similar procedure to her only I pulled off the tube top that had been teasing me with her bare shoulders and midriff all night long. She wore no bra, her medium sized breasts stood up proudly on their own. Her nipples stood up as well begging to be kissed. I was detoured however as she pulled me up and buried her head against my chest so her tongue could tease my own nipples. The feeling of her lips and tongue was incredible, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I had to twist so I was on the floor so I could access the rest of her body. One hand was soon full of her firm breast and she moaned as I caressed it. I lightly pinched her nipple and her whole body jumped. As her moaning increased I now established my own lip lock on her tit.

”Ohhh god Scott baby that feels so good. It’s been so long. Please don’t stop.”

I had no intention of stopping. My other hand was busy unfastening her pants. As soon as I got the zipper down her own hands quickly moved both pants and panties past her hips and out from under her round rear. I pushed them the rest of the way off her legs. I didn’t have time to admire the view as her hands drew my attention back to her tits. I sucked harder on her nipples making her shiver and groan even louder. She turned till she could again lock onto my chest. The gauntlet had been thrown down and I was more than ready. My tongue flicked lightly across the top of her nipple. I caressed her other tit with my other hand. Her moans became whimpers now and I began to move back and forth between her two firm globes. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her stomach flutter as she gasped for air. Finally her body arched upward as her loud groan of passion signaled my victory.

“OHHH SHIT! SCOTT OH FUCK! YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM BABY! AAAHHH SHIT THAT’S SO GOOD!”

I continued my assault on her breasts until she pulled me up for a kiss again. She was still shivering and whimpering from her breast orgasm and she sent them all through the kiss. Her body arched again as my hand played it’s way down the front of her to cup her kitty. I was surprised to find it shaved and slick with her juices. She reluctantly broke the kiss to speak.

“Wait! Oh please wait baby. I think I’ll pass out if you start playing with my pussy. Oh damn baby do you know you’re only the second guy that’s made me cum just from playing with my tits.”

I kissed her neck as she sighed and descended from her heights. After a minute she pushed me away.

“Let me finish undressing you.”

She pushed me back till I was stretched out on the carpet. Now the previous scene reversed as she did the unfastening and my hands scrambled to move my pants down and off. I was more than a little embarrassed when I realized I still had my shoes and socks on. I started to reach for them but she slapped my hands away and pushed me back to the carpet. She giggled again and removed my shoes. I was very glad I had been extra liberal with the foot powder. Now all that remained was my boxers, which were tented and had a wet spot at the top. The look on her face told me not only what she was going to do but that she was in a rush to get to it.

Everything seemed to move at once. I felt and heard the snaps on my briefs open, the next moment her hair was fanned out over my belly, her breath was hot against my legs and my cock was sucked into a warm vacuum. I felt her tongue exploring my cock from base to tip. In the midst of the pleasure I kept thinking she’s seeing if my cock is less filling or tastes great. Then all jokes ceased as she began to bob her head up and down on my cock. Her slurps and moans grew louder and continuous driving me crazy with desire. Never had my cock been treated to this kind of pleasure. Nelly couldn’t even come close. Pam’s arms did everything but encircle my waist to keep me where I was. Not that I had any intention of escaping but I wanted to access her shaved pussy. Pam however was not to be denied and soon I was on the verge of exploding. 

“Pam. Oh shit PAM! I’m almost ready to shoot baby.”

She stopped her movement long enough to brush her hair out of her face so she could look up at me. There was nothing left of the sharp intelligent woman I had spent the last few hours with. What I saw was a woman possessed by the demon of passion. Now everytime she pulled back, her hand was almost frantically jacking my cock. She slowed her movement and kept her eyes locked on mine. I held on as long as I could wanting to etch her look into my mind and soul for all time. Then everything went white as I had the most powerful knut I had ever had from oral stimulation. When my sensibilities returned all I could do for the moment was watch as Pam continued to lick my cock up and down making sure to give the tip and extra suck to catch any late cummer. To my amazement my cock was still rock hard. Pam seemed to treat it like some trophy or award. There was still none of the strong smart woman I had seen earlier just the possessed one. She said nothing just straddled me and aimed my hard maleness at her center. I think the only visual description that would come close is that old Rachel Welch poster from some movie where she is dressed in animal skins and walking in the surf. 

“Oooooo Scott you feel so good going in baby. Nel should have fucked up a long time ago. Ohhh I’m going to enjoy this.”

Her enjoyment was the most sensual thing I had ever seen. The pleasure she gave me as she rode the wild horse was indescribable. Each time down had it’s own set of moans. Each time down her cunt squeezed my cock in a velvet vise. Each time up seemed to be a necessary evil so she could impale herself and enjoy the sensation all over again. When she finally came it was with a passion and intensity that one only dreams about. Her screams of ecstasy and the spasms in her cunt came to together in a symphony of pleasure that only the Masters, Mozart and Beethoven could have written the music for. To say I came is to say that Niagara Falls is just a little water running down a fountain. When I awoke Pam was laying on top of me. When I shifted she lifted her head and smiled.

“Damn Scott you hit everything perfect, like I knew you would.”

“Pam I’ve never …”

“Being with Nelly I know you never had anyone like me before. I hope this was a good enough resume.”

“Resume? For what?”

She lifted herself up and I was shocked to see my cock was hard again.

“Damn how long was I out?”

“Not long just long enough for me to get acquainted with him.”

“Pam.”

“Look Scott we’re close enough so we don’t have to play any games. I’ve wanted you from the moment we really got to know each other. You’re a good man and that’s hard to find. You’re smart, hard working, kind, generous, you love to laugh and you love to live. Oh yeah you love to make love too. Quite a few women have had their eyes on you for a long time. I could have done this at any time with most guys (especially one like Thugg) but you respected your relationship with Nelly and I respected that. Now that Nelly’s history I wanted you to know who you were going to be with. At first I was going to wait but I’ve waited too long to let some other ho slide in on you. So this is my sales pitch. What’s your answer?”

To say I was stunned is to grossly understate the situation. In less than 12 hours I had come from being decimated by the woman I loved to being proposed to (more or less) by the most gorgeous and incredible woman I know. While she was waiting she rose up and lowered herself again on my cock. She was only going to allow one answer. I gave it.

“Oohh goddamn woman. SOLD!”

It was about noon on Saturday when I finally walked in the door. To my surprise there on my sofa sat Nelly.

“Scott where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you all night. Please baby we need to talk.”

“I would ask you how you got in here but I remember you’ve got your own key. Keep it after today it won’t work on these locks again.”

“Scott I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that you found out like this. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Return my ring Miss Braeden.”

Nelly looked like a hurt child as she gave me back my engagement ring.

“Thanks you can go now.”

“What? Oh no Scott you can’t just throw me out. We have to talk. We have a child.”

Just then Pam walked in the door, “Scott? I must have left my cell phone back at my place, it’s … Oh! Nelly what are you doing here?”

Nelly’s mouth dropped and bounced twice on the floor.

“Wha, What’s SHE doing here.”

“What she’s doing here is no longer any concern of yours Nelly. Good bye.”

“Oh no baby you not getting rid of me that easily. No matter who you may try to bring up in here, I’m still the mother of your child. Miss Thang here is just gonna have to get used to me being in your business.”

Pam didn’t bat an eye she turned to me and said, “Scott baby I know you are already invested in Audra Marie but did you ever have a DNA test done?”

“Well no I didn’t.”

“Hmm as long as she and Thugg have been creepin don’t you think it might be a good idea just in case?”

“What!! Bitch who the hell you think you are. Of course Scott’s the daddy. He always has been. You can look at her and tell that she’s his.”

I decided to step in here before they came to blows.

“Enough both of you. Miss Braeden I will pay for the DNA test.”

Nelly’s face turned crimson, “I don’t need a fucking DNA test I know who the father is. He’s the one who signed the birth certificate. If you think you’re getting out of supporting your child you got another think coming. I’ll have your ass in court so fast you won’t know what hit you.”

“If you’re going to do it then do it. We can either have the DNA test done now or by the judges order it makes no difference to me.”

I didn’t yell or jump up and down. I looked her dead in the eyes. My composure unnerved Nelly.

“Okay then have your damn DNA test. Who gives a fuck?”

Now I let my anger jump out at her, “Listen here Miss Braeden. If the test shows she’s mine I’ll take care of it. You know me well enough to know that. But if Audra is NOT mine you will take my name off the birth certificate and you will keep your two timing slut ass OUT of my business. Now get out.”

Over the next couple of weeks I endured all kinds of gossip and talk. Nelly made sure her version minus Thugg got out. Her mother, brothers, our mutual friend’s, and relatives everyone seemed to line up with Nelly against me. Thugg maintained a low LOW profile over that time. They tried to run my name into the ground. I might have cussed them all out if not for Pam at my side. When the results were ready I had a copy made for Nelly and Co. I had both placed in sealed envelopes. Pam and I along with my few remaining friends went over to Nelly’s mother’s house to open them at the same time. Pam was almost wild with curiosity but I didn’t allow her to look in the envelope. When I walked in the door Nelly’s people were all over me talking about how could I after all this time just walk away from my responsibilities like that. I heard it all once a dogg always a dogg. Nelly’s brother was ready to try to jump me right there. Nelly’s girlfriends wanted to jump Pam thinking that she had destroyed the relationship. I was surprised that not one of them knew the whole truth. I walked straight over to Nelly’s mother and gave her the envelope and the number to call if she wanted to see if these were for real. Her mother and I opened the envelopes at the same time. 

Suddenly what had threatened to be an impromptu Jerry Springer/ Maury moment turned silent. I read the results but let her mother read them out loud. Audra Marie was NOT my daughter. Nelly’s brother didn’t believe it I gave him the number and he called only to have his face cracked when he was told the results were correct. Nelly sat there stunned. I didn’t say I told you so and I didn’t let Pam do it either. By now I figured that somehow she knew that the baby wasn’t mine. I told them that I would be seeing an attorney about having my name removed from the birth certificate. As we left I fired my last shot:

“I paid for these tests out of my own pocket. You’ll probably need to go on Maury to get Willie to do anything.”

I left and never looked back. Pam and I went on to marry and have two children of our own. Nelly did have to drag Willie on Maury to get him to admit that the baby was his. By this time however all Nelly wanted from him was child support. Out of all the mess that happened the only one I really felt sorry for was Audra Marie. 

END