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The Bitch Is Cheating On Us

By: qhml1



Something a bit different

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"What did you just say?"

I looked over at my wife, shocked. She'd just told me she intended to go to the Bahamas for a three day weekend with another man.

"Please, Mike. It doesn't mean anything, just a little fun."

"Not no, but hell no. This isn't what we agreed on, not at all. You better rethink your position. This is a deal breaker. Fuck, it's a marriage breaker. Does the group know about this?"

"I need to leave now, I think I'll take a bike ride."

"You need to think while I'm gone, seriously. This whole thing's gotten out of hand."

I walked out over her protests, hopped on my chopped out Sportster, and smoked the tire leaving. I ended up at a bar and grill thirty miles away.

It was one of my favorite places, had been around as long as I could remember. It was a popular spot, people from all walks of life would be there, mostly for the grill. They had the best cheeseburgers in town, hells bells, maybe in the whole universe. And you could feel safe there no matter who you were. The first sign of trouble and Bossman[the owner, an old biker] walked you outside with another bartender, and tapped you a couple of times with the bat he kept behind the bar, just to get your attention. Then he would explain in detail how much he hated anything that would cause his customers any unpleasant memories of his establishment. You were then sent home and told not to come back for a month. If you caused another scene, you were barred for life. After he beat the shit out of you.

For a place that served alcohol, had pool tables and an overabundance of bikers and rednecks, you never saw a more polite group of people. It wasn't the least bit unusual to see a guy in a suit playing pool with a biker, cussing each other on a first name basis, grinning the whole time.

I had just taken my first bite of burger, admiring the way the grease dripped delicately into the plate, when I heard my name called.

"'Sup, dude." said Garth, trying his best to look like a biker and failing miserably. I think he was born in a tie. And he was scared to death of motorcycles.

His wife Abby could definitely pull off the biker babe look. Blonde, nice rack, wearing a Harley shirt tied under her boobs, no bra, cut offs that almost showed cheek, and cowboy boots. I'd have bet my bike she wasn't wearing panties.

I took her on her first bike ride, and she was instantly hooked. She nagged Garth until he agreed to let her take driving lessons, if they were from me. I taught her how to ride on a 125 dirt bike, moving her up to small street bikes until she was ready. It took me awhile to find the perfect bike for her, a small Honda Rebel. Garth drove the support truck when our group rode.

They piled into the booth with me. Her nipples were standing straight out. We were in the back, so I reached over and pinched one.

"Glad to see me, Abbs?"

She giggled while Garth grinned. She tapped my arm.

"Behave! I'm still sore from last night. You live on Viagra or something?"

"No, just blessed with a good sex drive. And while you were screaming a lot last night, I don't recall it being 'stop' once." I grinned, remembering.

I'd spent a pleasant two hours with them last night. She loved being double teamed, and we let her fuck us to exhaustion last night. They were probably the best friends I had in our little group, maybe the best friends I had period.

They got their burgers and we talked a little. Abby could tell I was a little down, and in her usual forthright manner, asked what was bothering me.

"I think she's cheating on me."

Both mouths flew open.

"Belle? No way. What makes you think so?"

So I sat and told them. About her desire to go on vacation with someone else. About some of the things she had been doing lately. Their faces grew long, and Abby got pissed.

"Not cool. Not cool at all. I might have to call a meeting. This is a game changer."

I put my hand over hers.

"If it comes to that. But before you do, let me try to deal with it, okay? Maybe I can get through to her."

Garth spoke up.

"He's right babe. Best if he can handle it before it gets out of hand or back to the group. Luck, dude."

Abby hugged me as we stood up to leave, groping me and giggling, before pulling back and getting serious.

"You need us, call. Any of us. Understand?"

I nodded, kissed her cheek, hugged Garth, and we left.

He had met her there, she had ridden her bike.

She rode with me almost all the way home, both honking their horns when they turned towards home.

She wasn't there when I got home, just a note.

"It doesn't mean anything. I wish you wouldn't be such an asshole about it. I'm spending the night somewhere else, to let you cool down. Not with a man. I love you."

I got another beer, sat in the dark, and thought about how we got here. 

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She was twenty three, I was twenty five when we met. It was at a party a friend threw. She had just moved to town, was there with a cousin. There was an instant attraction.

She was attractive, in a tomboy kind of way. Tall, lean, fit, a redhead with a killer smile. She had been a jock in college, had gone on a volleyball scholarship, and had kept herself toned, working at a gym as a personal trainer, using her degree to design and implement routines for rich men and bored housewives. She was very successful.

I was in pretty good shape. I ran, and did a lot of hiking, and a bit of rock climbing. I was two inches taller. When she took the urge to wear her five inch 'you're so gonna get fucked tonight' heels, she actually looked down at me.

I had a good job, made really decent money. I was a factory certified Harley Davidson mechanic. It was a lot more complicated than it used to be because of the electronics involved. I was the senior mechanic at the local dealership, or rather, I was when I met her. Now I owned my own shop. My old place actually farmed out work to me when they were overloaded.

I now had three guys working for me. I even sold used bikes, on consignment, and sometimes I'd find a deal, tweak it until I got it in perfect shape, and resell it. I could work seventy hours a week if I wanted. I would never get rich, but I made a decent living.

We bought a nice three bedroom house. I thought it was a little large for us. I'd had an accident while racing dirt bikes when I was fifteen that left me sterile. The equipment still worked fine, I just shot blanks. I had a vague notion of adopting somewhere down the road, but she made it clear she didn't want kids, so I dropped it.

We were good together sexually, because we both loved to fuck. Four times a week or better, and multiple sessions during the weekend. She was a bit of an exhibitionist, and we often vacationed at topless beaches. I can shut my eyes and see her lying on a blanket in a tiny thong, her firm 34a breasts glistening with suntan oil, her nipples standing tall from the attention I had just given them.

We had an extensive collection of toys, including bondage gear. She loved being tied down, a dildo up her ass, vibrator with clit massager shoved deep in her pussy, while I fucked her face. She wasn't happy unless I made her gag. When I had come, usually all over her face or tits, I'd walk off and leave her writhing on the bed until it dried. She kept after me to let her use the strap on she had bought, but I flat refused. It was one of the reasons I wouldn't let her restrain me.

We were happy with each other for four years, completely faithful, when she came home bubbling one day.

"Guess what? The lady I'm training right now is a swinger! She told me she wanted to get in better shape to keep up with the younger girls in her group. Isn't that wild?"

I had never thought about it one way or the other. I'd had threesomes when I'd been single, MMF and FFM, even been involved in a gangbang or two. We had never talked about our sexual past, but I got the impression she was the female equivalent of me.

She was in hyperdrive sexually for the next two weeks, fucking me until I was actually sore. I'd go to sleep with her still grinding away on her toys, actually glad she had them.

She skirted the issue, asking questions, giving hints, gauging my reaction. I could see her mind working, and wasn't really surprised when she came home with an invitation to dinner with her new client and her husband. Curiosity got the better of me.

Gail and Tom were both in their early forties. He held a position in the corporate offices of a national insurance firm, and judging by their house and cars, it paid well. She was a homemaker, by mutual decision. Their youngest had just left the nest.

They were an attractive couple. He was pretty fit for an office man, told me they had a small gym at work, and he spent his lunch hour there three times a week. Gail showed me a picture before she had started working with Belle, and I complimented

on her progress.

She grinned, hefted her 40D rack, displayed in her low cut dress, and grinned.

"It's the only time in my life I've ever considered these a drawback. I have to wear an industrial strength sports bra or I'd knock my self off balance on a regular basis."

We laughed, relaxed a bit more. They were a fun couple. It was a good dinner. We drank a bottle of wine, taking the last glass into the living room. I decided to take the bull by the horns.

"Belle told me about your lifestyle. I've got a feeling that's what this evening is about. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

They all seemed a little shocked, especially Belle.

Tom smiled. "Not at all. I appreciate your directness. Ask anything you like."

"How long have you been doing this? How does it work? Are you both happy with it?"

Gail took the first set of questions.

"Six years now. It works because we're extremely careful, associate with people we can trust, and always put each other first. We don't do it often, usually once a month. And yes, we're happy. It's not something we need, if either one of us say stop, we'd never do it again. It's actually helped us. We were just plain bored with each other, and were starting to grow apart. I really think we'd be divorced now if it hadn't been for this. We have confidence in our own sexuality, and knowing that we're attractive to other people as well as each other."

She stopped to smile.

"And we've learned a few tricks, experiencing things we never thought we would."

Belle asked a few questions. 

"How do you do it? How often? How do go about finding your group? Is it dangerous?"

"We usually get together as a group every month to six weeks. Members sometimes socialize between meetings, usually as a foursome, and it often doesn't even include sex. We're all friends, and that's important. The least bit of friction can tear a group apart. And yes, it can be dangerous. That's why we're very selective. There's never over ten couples in our group, usually six or eight. You have to be married, and you have to submit a health report before we let you in. And we all get retested every three months, mandatory.

We interview the couple at least three times, just to make sure both are fully on board. If we sense any hesitance, you don't get in. We vote after the interviews, and if one single person says no, that's it. You don't get a second chance."

Tom chimed in.

"And we have to make sure you're discreet. Some of us are in the public eye. This could destroy careers or have a negative financial impact."

"Basically what we're saying is we have to be sure we trust you. We had one couple almost out us when they divorced, it took a lot of convincing to stop it. Luckily, one of our couples are both lawyers, and they handled the case free to avoid a nasty situation. And of course, they were out of the group."

We talked a little more, casually flirted, hugged and shook when we left. I think I would have enjoyed their company just as much without the swinging aspect.

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We seriously discussed it for another month. I had a lot more reservations than she did. We finally agreed to give it a one time try, and if either one of us wasn't satisfied with the experience, it stopped.

"I need to get some guarantees from you. It's just friendship, and sex. It can NEVER be anything else. No romantic dinners with others, no building relationships, no slipping off for encounters, nothing above what we committed to. Understand? We'll share our bodies, but never our love."

"You're absolutely right, honey. We'll play, nothing more."

I thought she was a little more enthused about it than I was. She nearly fucked me to death before we got accepted into the group.

We got tested, met the whole group for dinner. There was six couples at the time we joined. One couple was in their early twenties, most were our age or a little older, and one couple were in their early fifties. Most were attractive and in pretty decent shape.

Gail made it clear before we met them that if we were accepted, it didn't mean they expected us to have sex with all of them.

"It's entirely up to the individual, and if you turn down an invitation or if you're turned down, that's it. Sometimes when you do agree, you just won't click, and it'll be a one time thing. Understand? No one is forced, unless it's a prearranged fantasy."

These people knew what they were doing. We met with them twice more, and they decided to give us a trial run. 

"It'll be only one couple the first time, in this case Gail and Tom, because they found you and you seem comfortable with them. And you shouldn't watch each other until you're comfortable with the idea. It's one thing to say you're cool with it, but another thing completely to witness it. Some couples never go past the first encounter. Think it over one more time, and then if you're ready, set it up."

The speaker was Susan, the oldest woman in the group. She and her husband were the lawyers. They were the leaders of the group, actually helped start it.

She was really attractive, with long silver hair that hung almost to her waist, and a tight body, for her age. She'd started training with Belle after seeing what she did for Gail. I'd always had an older woman fantasy. If this went well, I'd really be interested in getting together later.

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Finally, the night arrived. We were as nervous as teenagers on a first date. Belle asked me what she should wear.

"Something easy to get off," I said, grinning.

She settled on a black halter dress, knee length, no bra, thigh highs, and a tiny tearaway thong.

She looked great.

I discarded my trademark jeans for a nice pair of slacks, button up shirt, and sports jacket.

Just before we showered, we shaved each other. Both of us preferred it, neither of us liked pubic hair in our teeth.

Gail had on a nice dress, cut so low her nipples threatened to fall out with every breath. Tom was dressed similarly to me.

"I don't usually wear something this daring, but I've always wanted to, and I knew we weren't going out."

I kissed her cheek.

"Oh no you don't! We're going dancing. You're riding with me."

We dragged her out, giggling and protesting, and off we went. We had an interesting conversation in the car. She held my hand almost the whole way.

"Are you really sure?" She asked softly, reaching up to stroke my cheek. I grabbed her hand and kissed it.

"Yes, we've talked it to death, and we're sure. I want to thank you for being my first. I'll try not to disappoint."

She giggled, stroking the front of my pants.

"Oh, I think you'll do just fine."

We met in the parking lot. Belle looked flushed, and was adjusting her dress. Tom started for Gail and I stopped him.

"This is MY date. You need to keep your hands to yourself. If you're really nice, I might let you dance with her."

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

We drank, lightly, dancing all the slow songs, and a few of the fast ones. Gail was a good dancer, but I think she was afraid of a wardrobe malfunction, so was careful how she moved.

I nuzzled her neck while we danced, and she slipped a hand between us, groping me. I'd been hard most of the evening. We were sitting out a fast song, watching Tom and Belle dance. I slid my hand up her leg, and she flinched.

"Relax. Nobody can see us."

She gave token resistance, and soon I had slid past her thigh highs and reached the edge of her panties. I stroked the front a few times, feeling the wetness. I worked two fingers under the edge, and they slid right in. She was soaking. I found her clit, stroking it slowly. Thirty seconds and she was wiggling slightly, her mouth parted in an O. She was getting close, I started going faster, when the song ended. I slid back down her leg, rubbing the wetness on her thigh, before raising them to my nose and sniffing.

"You smell great," I said, holding a finger under her nose, "I bet you taste better."

"Bastard!" she said in a mocking voice as she grabbed my erection, "I'm going to drain you until you're squirting air."

A little while later, I saw something black hanging slightly out of Tom's pocket. He'd discovered her tearaway thong. The sexual tension was so high we couldn't even make conversation.

"Time to go!" I said, standing and pulling Gail up. "See you later."

We had agreed earlier, Gail was going home with me, Belle would stay with Tom. Belle gave me a huge kiss with a lot of tongue.

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We hadn't gone half a mile before I had her top down, rubbing her erect nipples as she squirmed.

"Pull over!" she said, "I can't wait any longer."

I stopped at a park halfway home. I thought she wanted to do it in the car, but she surprised me.

"I may be in better shape than I was before, but I'm not that flexible any more."

She slid my slacks down and gave me a fifteen minute blow job that had my eyes rolling back in my head. Belle was really good, but this woman had skills! I think the top of my head caved in when I came. She swallowed, licked it clean, sat up, and smiled.

"There. Got that out of the way. Leave it out, baby, give me something to play with while you drive."

By the time we got to the house I was rock hard again. I undressed her, touching, kissing, licking. I returned her actions in kind, refusing to stop until her second orgasm.

I slid into her hard and fast, and we humped like monkeys the first time. She squealed and moaned while I grunted like a caveman. We both managed to explode within seconds of each other, collapsing together, trying to get our breath back.

She snuggled to me, kissing my cheek.

"Belle's an idiot. If I had this every night there is no way I'd share."

"I hope it lives up to her expectations," I said, thoughtfully.

"It will honey. You're probably an inch longer and a lot thicker, but Tom has skills. He'll have her screaming as hard as I was a few minutes ago."

We slept, woke up, fucked. Slept again, woke up to a blow job, fucked her doggy, her favorite position. Took a shower together just before Tom was bringing Belle home, fucked in the shower. She didn't clean up, sticking a tampon in.

"He'll take me just as soon as we get home, and loves to feel the extra lubrication."

That didn't appeal to me at all, but to each his own.

They arrived, and Belle gave me a passionate kiss, while Gail did the same to Tom. We said our goodbyes, and as soon as they were out of the driveway she was shedding clothes.

"I need you inside me, right now!" 

I was surprised I had anything left, but rose to the occasion. After we fell back, gasping for breath, she hugged me tightly.

"Love you," she mumbled, drifting off to sleep.


The Bitch Is Cheating On Us



I had a lot on my mind, so I slid out of bed and hopped on my bike, pushing it to the end of the drive before starting it up.

I rode around, replaying the whole situation in my head.

Was she better than Belle?

No, she was just different.

Could I handle multiple partners for each of us on a regular basis? I didn't know. We'd just have to take it slow and see.

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I got home and ordered a pizza, waking her just before it arrived. I would have helped her shower, but she giggled and pushed me away.

"Wait until after we eat. I didn't have much in the way of breakfast. I need to refuel."

We ate, she had wine while I opted for a beer. When the leftover pieces were in the refrigerator and the trash was disposed of, we snuggled down.

"Wanna talk about it?" she asked, slightly apprehensive.

"Only in general terms. Did you have a good time? Was it what you expected? Do you want to continue?"

She nodded at the questions.

"Same with me. Yes, I had a good time. It was...different, and fun. I had no expectations so I wasn't disappointed. You?"

"Pretty much the same. I was pleasantly surprised, I didn't think I'd enjoy it quite so much. And while I had fun, I wouldn't want a steady diet of it. Occasionally will be just fine, if we decide to do it again."

Three weeks went by before Gail gave me a call.

"Busy Friday? Helen and Skip are coming over for dinner, we'd love to have you."

"Really? Did you give us good reviews, share our grade with others?" I teased gently, remembering.

I could hear her smile.

"Well, we might have mentioned you two made the honor roll. Practice a little more, you guys seem to be quick learners, and you might end up with a perfect GPA."

"Thank you, professor. That means a lot, coming for someone with so much knowledge."

She giggled, called me an ass, nagging me until I said I'd talk to Belle. She closed the conversation with a compliment.

"You know, it wasn't just a one off for us. I almost told the girls you were terrible and had a tiny little wienie, just to keep you for myself."

I returned it.

"And if they didn't know what a firecracker you were already, I'd have told them you were loose enough to drive a truck through, and just laid there asking me if I was done yet."

She giggled.

"Seriously, without going into detail, I told the girls I had a really good experience, and it would be worth their while to spend a little time with you. Tom said the same to the guys about Belle."

She laughed and rang off.

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Belle was all for it, so we found ourselves at their table once again. Tom had decided to grill, and all the girls made side dishes. It was fun, casual, and if you didn't sense the undercurrent that ran through us, it would look just like any other suburban weekend get together.

He grilled really good steaks, and cedar planked a couple of pieces of salmon for Gail and Helen.

It led to a conversation on food, and I told them about the cheeseburgers at my favorite grill. They all said they'd give it a try, but Helen looked uncomfortable. She and Skip were the youngest of the group at twenty four. She was the only nonwhite in the group, half black and half Vietnamese. The thought of going into a biker bar intimidated her.

Just over five feet, with a slender build and A cup breasts, she looked like an exotic teenager. They met while he was in service, and neither set of parents approved. They married anyway.

I assured her she would be as safe there as anywhere in town, and Belle and I would be happy if they'd join us. Tom and Gail wanted to go, so we made plans for the next Thursday.

We ate, laughed, and generally had a good time. I saw Belle and Helen talking off to themselves, and was pretty sure they would be our next double date.

Thursday rolled around, and we met at Gail's house, because it was central to where we all lived. We rode the bike. I had intended to leave it there, we could all fit in Tom's big SUV, but they stood around in the driveway admiring it until I ended up taking Helen with me. Gail wanted to be first but Helen stopped her.

"You've already ridden him, so I should be the first to ride with him."

We broke up, and I put the helmet on her.

I could tell she was scared to death at first, but she soon relaxed. When we pulled into the bar she didn't want to get off.

Like I said, I had been going there for years, and everyone knew me and Belle, so we were soon surrounded by people. I worked on a lot of the bikes outside, and everyone wants to be on good terms with their mechanic. I introduced everyone to Gail, Tom, Skip, and Helen. She had locked down on my hand when Fat Boy strolled up.

He wasn't fat, he wasn't a boy, what he was was a three hundred and fifty pound, six foot eight giant of a biker. Probably one of the smartest men I'd ever met, he held a Masters in Literature, wrote books and essays when he wasn't riding. He contributed three essays a year to the New Yorker, had been in Time and The Smithsonian Magazine. He made a damn good living, and hardly anyone knew how. Most thought he was a criminal of some kind.

"Mikey[he was the only one who got away with calling me that], is that your daughter?"

"Not hardly, lardass. This fine young woman is Helen, this is her husband Skip, this is Gail, and her husband Tom. I was just getting a round, need a glass of milk?"

Every one who heard us laughed, Fat Boy had a serious milk jones, probably drank three gallons a week. Bossman kept a gallon around, just for him.

"Nah. A glass of white wine would be good, though."

We talked for a few minutes until a table opened up. At one time Bossman had decided he wanted a dance hall, built an addition, and closed it in less than a year. Didn't like the hassle he said came with it. Now it was sort of a overflow dining room. He did break down and put a jukebox in, and on the weekends people actually danced.

I caught Bossman passing, told him how I'd bragged on his burgers, and he had four people he needed to impress. He may have gone overboard, they were bigger than usual, and almost hidden by the fries. They struggled, decided to abandon the fries so they could finish the burgers. The jukebox fired up, and soon there were about ten couples dancing.

Fat Boy came by, did a little formal bow to Skip, and asked for permission to dance with his wife, if she was willing. Helen seemed nervous. I laughed, he told me once his mother made him take dance lessons for five years. He swept her off for a slow waltz, keeping a safe distance. When it was over, he bowed again and kissed her hand. She was wide eyed and giggling when he delivered her back to the table. Belle jumped him.

"There's two more hotties sitting here. Surely you're not going to insult us, are you?"

He laughed, picked her up and twirled her around, before following her out on the floor. Someone had played a bunch of slow songs. I swirled Gail off to the floor, and Tom grabbed Helen.

Skip wasn't left out, because some biker girl, tank top, skin tight jeans, tattoos, pierced lip and eyebrow, swooped in and almost dragged him to the floor. She let no dead space get between them during the song. I think she humped his leg a time or two.

We stayed two hours. Gail and Helen said they couldn't wait to tell the rest of the group about the place.

I saw Belle and Skip hugged up, whispering to each other on the dance floor. It was quite a sight. Belle was five eleven, and he was four inches shorter. She took off her sandals to minimize the difference, but it was still there.

When we left, Gail, Helen, and Belle made one last potty stop, staying a long time.

Helen came up and grabbed my extra helmet.

"I'm riding with you. To your house, if you would like."

I looked over at Belle.

"My first session isn't until ten. I'll have plenty of time to get home and clean up. Helen doesn't have a job right now, so she can wait on us. Only if you want, honey."

I'd had women rubbing on me for two hours. It sounded like a great idea.

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Helen was a little shy, they had only done this three times. I laughed when she told me. 

"I'm almost a virgin. This is only my second time. Be gentle, please?"

It broke the ice. Giggling she demanded we shower first, we smelled like cheeseburgers, beer, and sweat.

For a tiny woman she was really well proportioned. She had the most sensitive nipples I had ever seen, I blew across them in the shower, and they stood straight out in no time.

Being six two and weighing two hundred pounds, it wasn't long until I had her pinned against the shower wall with her legs wrapped around my back. I was literally lifting her up and down on my dick. She was so tight it actually hurt at first, but she loosened up nicely.

She was moaning and making little 'eek, eek' sounds. I was getting close so I slammed into her harder and harder. She started panting.

"Uh, uh, uh, SHIT!"

Her little pussy clamped down so hard I couldn't move, her throbbing felt like she was massaging my dick. I came, hard. It must have been five minutes before I let her down. The water had gone cold, so we toweled off and cuddled.

We drank a glass of water. I played with her nipples almost nonstop, and soon she was wiggling around again. She dragged me back into the shower fr a quick clean up, then dove on the bed.

"Is your tongue as long as your dick?"

I grinned.

"Probably not, but it's a lot more flexible."

For the next twenty minutes she bounced all over the bed, my tongue in hot pursuit. I don't know mow many orgasms she had, or if she just had one long one. She finally managed to get me off her, as she gasped for breath. We cuddled, and she slowly stroked me. I was hard in seconds.

"I'm not good at this, but I want to try for you,"

she said as she slid down my chest. It was cute, in a way, watching her tiny mouth try to take me in. I let her play for a few minutes before I pulled her up.

"Ride me," I commanded, and she did. Halfway through she turned around, and I watched her little ass bounce up and down faster and faster. I swear, I think she had a turbocharger, I've never seen a woman move that fast in my whole life. She howled at the end, and collapsed. I got warm wet cloth, wiped her down, and slid her over, pulling her to me as I went to sleep.

She was on top of me when I woke. I eased out from under her, showered, and got ready for work.

Looking at her snuggled under the sheet, I made a decision.

One of the nice things about being the boss is nobody can say much if you're late. I called my senior mechanic and told him to open up. I had something I had to do before I got there.

I let her sleep until I had breakfast ready, then woke her with little kisses. She smiled and opened her eyes. She must have thought I was Skip, because she looked surprised to see my face.

"Time to get up. I made breakfast, I hope you like omelettes."

She smiled, stretching like a large cat.

I grinned when she came into the kitchen in Belles' robe, sleeves rolled up, bottom dragging the ground.

"Don't laugh," she warned.

That, of course, set me off, and soon she joined me.

"I hope you can reach the table, I don't have a booster seat."

She threw a piece of toast and stuck out her tongue, then ordered me to pour her some juice.

She sat back when she was finished, eying me.

"When do you have to be at work?"

I was cleaning up the dishes, and had my back turned.

"When I get there. Why?"

"Because I wanted to know if we had time for a quickie, or for a full blown fuck."

I turned just as the robe hit the floor.

It wasn't a full blown session, but it was longer than a quickie. She was in the shower when Belle and Skip pulled up.

What are you doing home?" Belle asked, in obvious surprise. I smiled at them.

"Probably what you guys were doing forty five minutes ago. Skip, you have an amazing woman, you should be proud of her. Belle, I love you more than oxygen, but I really have to go to work."

I gave Belle a big kiss just as Helen walked in, I dipped her, giving her a big smooch too.

"Thank you, Helen. I'll remember last night for the rest of my life." I left them, mouths hanging open, and hopped on my bike. I was still grinning when I got to the shop.

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Something was bothering me, so I gave Gail a call.

"I need to ask you something. Both you and Helen have made remarks about how well I'm endowed. Was that just an ego stroke, or did you mean it?"

She finally stopped laughing, and asked me, "Do you know how long you are? Don't lie to me, every man alive has measured his equipment at some time in their lives."

It's a good thing she couldn't see me blushing.

"Six and seven eights. That's not that big, is it?"

"Honey, honey, the average is just under six inches, so you're good. I've sampled every one in our group, and the only one bigger is Eric. He's a freak, nine inches. And I only did him once. He doesn't care about your comfort or pleasure. He just bangs away until he comes, then climbs off and expect you to tell him it's the best fucking you've ever had. I really think if he didn't have a sweet wife and two of the girls were size queens, we'd have booted him before now."

"You on the other hand, are hung just enough to fill us up, have good stamina and take direction really well. I was very pleased, and after talking to Helen I think she's infatuated with you. You must have rocked her world. The girls are lining up, I think they're cutting cards to see who's next."

"And by the way, we're planning on having a full group meeting in three weeks. We'd like you two to be there, if you're up to it. Talk it over. Gotta go."

I was a little nervous, thinking ahead.

Belle was antsy as hell. While I liked it, I don't think I was near as into it as she was. We'd had several serious talks about limits. She agreed to everything too easily. I called her on it.

"I think you're shining me on here, Belle. Don't get carried away or get too deep into it. It'll make it harder to stop if the time ever comes."

She apologized, saying she was just caught up in the excitement of it all, but she was truthful when she agreed with me.

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The night arrived, starting off with a pot luck dinner. It was excellent, seems there was a little competition between the wives there.

We talked, mingling freely. Tim and Tara were our hosts, probably the wealthiest of the group. They had a five bedroom house, with a full basement bar. Drinks flowed, but nobody overindulged. Around ten Tim tapped his glass for attention.

"Guys, as hosts, we decided to go retro tonight. I bet you wonder why I asked for your keys earlier. Tara, bring them over."

Tara, a green eyed redhead, brought out a punchbowl with the keys inside."

Tim, about five ten, was stocky and bald. He shaved his head when baldness started, deciding not to lose it a strand at a time, shook the bowl.

"The girls will draw. Whoever the keys belong to she gets for the night. You can only exchange if you draw your own, and in the case of Bella and Mike, if they're drawn by Gail or Helen, since they've already spent time with them."

Gail and Helen pretended to pout while everyone laughed. As luck would have it, I was drawn first, by a hot blonde named Abby. She whooped and did a little dance before grabbing me.

"Follow me, hon. I want all the time I can get with you." Belle kissed me in passing, and Abby stopped to kiss her husband Garth.

Belle was an exciting lover, but Abby was a hellcat in bed. She bit, she clawed, she screamed, she drained me dry. I passed out with my dick in her mouth while she tried to get me up for the fifth time. And twice it was anal, which she loved. She woke me up five hours later by stuffing a nipple in her mouth, and then riding me until I couldn't take it anymore. I flipped her off, and she rolled over, sticking her ass in the air.

"Take the dirt road, baby. Make me scream."

I took that as a challenge and slammed into her fast and hard. She did scream, jamming back on me. Thanks to being recharged, I managed to hold on for twenty minutes before I dribbled what little I had managed to regenerate while I slept into her.

She collapsed, gasping. Then she rolled over, kissed me hard, and started talking.

"Garth is gonna love you when I bring you home. He loves to watch for a little, then he'll be on me like a a hurricane. I love being double teamed."

I smiled, wondering if I was ready for that. Something I need to talk to Belle about.

Belle got Eric, and I don't think she had a good time in spite of his size.

"He has no idea how to treat a woman. I don't see how his wife puts up with him."

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Six months later we spent the night with Gail and Tom again, Abby and Garth, and Skip and Helen were also there. Tom had gotten a big promotion at work, and Gail gave him a little party.

"New rules tonight," she announced, as the evening closed down.

"Tom with Helen, Garth with Belle, Abby with Skip and I get Mike. Two hour limit, then we switch, until everyone has made love to everyone. Girls, take as many orgasms as the guys give you, but they're only allowed to come once with each woman. We want to make sure they're up for the task. Any objections?"

None of us said a word.

She held up a stopwatch, clicked it, and said "GO!"

Gail teased, alternating sucking for a minute or two with slow riding. I gave her a nice orgasm with my mouth, slid into her missionary before switching to doggie for the big finish. She kissed me, grabbed a warn cloth and washed my equipment, giving it a quick suck to make sure it was clean, before she ran int the bathroom for a quick wash and douche.

She was gone maybe five minutes before Helen came in. She got me hard pretty fast, and I rode her through her eeks and squeals before making her scream, twice. She collapsed beside me, exhausted, set her phone, and we took an hour long nap. We cleaned and she douched, kissed me quickly, and ran out the room as Abby came in. She stopped, hugged her, kissed her cheek, before darting out the door.

"I hope you're ready, lover, the guys have me revved up pretty good."

If I continued with her, I was going to have to stock up on bandaids and antibiotics.

Belle came stumbling in last, collapsing on me. I thought we were just going to cuddle, but she stroked for a second, gave me five minutes of her magic mouth.and I was good t go. She got on all fours, wiggling her ass.

"Anal baby, I saved it just for you."

She was hot, slick, and tight. She screamed when I pinched her clit ten minutes into it, and gushed all over my fingers. I came two minutes later. We showered and collapsed.

I woke up at nine, knowing I wasn't going to sleep any longer. I got up and took a long hot shower, wincing when the water hit my back where Abby had bit me.

I wandered out naked, because I couldn't see any need for modesty as this point. It was July, and already hot. I dove into their pool and swan awhile before raiding their kitchen, and making breakfast. I put on a pot of coffee, and it wasn't long before Gail stumbled in, yawning.

I shoved a cup of coffee in her hand she took a few sips before looking up. I guess she thought Tom had gotten up and had made coffee.

"Now this is the way a woman ought to have breakfast every morning. I have to say, I've never seen a guy make an apron so attractive."

Not wanting to get burnt, I had put on one of Tom's grilling aprons. It was like a hospital gown, the back was completely exposed.

"I appear to be overdressed," she said, hanging her robe on the back of the chair. 




The Bitch Is Cheating On Us



"There now, all comfy. Can I help you with anything?"

"Only with the view. Pancakes and bacon?"

She nodded, and I put two large pancakes and four slices of bacon on her plate, as well as half an English muffin.

She was halfway through when Skip wandered in.

When Gail swallowed her bite of pancake, she spoke.

"New house tradition. Naked breakfast. Be a doll and wake the others so they can eat while it's warm."

Soon the rest of the group wandered in. After getting every one a plate, I took my apron off and sat down beside Belle, rubbing her thigh as we ate.

Naked breakfast turned into naked dish washing, followed by naked lounging by the pool. We went though way too much lotion, because the guys had to make sure every girl was covered, and the girls returned the favor energetically.

Naked dinner followed, and then naked drinking.

Our inhibitions had melted away, and soon each guy had a girl between his legs, sucking happily.

Tom had the stop watch, and every three minutes the girls had to change until they rotated back to their husband for the finish.

It took a bit to get used to seeing Belle suck a dick that wasn't mine, but I bet she felt the same when we were between their legs. They got the best deal, we didn't switch until each guy brought each girl to a climax before rotating.

We pronounced the weekend a roaring success that must be repeated with every one in the group in different combinations, and went home.

We slept for ten hours, and didn't even think about sex for two days.

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The next encounter was with Eric and his wife Alice, a chunky little brunette, and Chris and Iris. There was one more couple in our group, but they had stopped attending events until she was pregnant, for obvious reasons.

It was our first time hosting, and we were a little nervous. Eric got a little pissy when I wouldn't let him ride my bike. My dislike of him grew.

Chris was a nice enough guy, quiet, smiling a lot. Iris was a black haired hottie with a nice rack. Not as big as Gail, but close.

I ended up with Alice. I'd seen how crude Eric was, so I treated her like a queen, in and out of bed. Eric didn't like giving oral, so I started with that. She was crying when I finally stopped, hugging and thanking me. She wanted to take control, something her husband never let her do, so I let her direct me into any position she wanted. She ended up in reverse cowgirl, riding me slowly.

"Mike, will you do something for me?"

"Sure Alice. What would you like?"

"Will you, um, spank me while I ride? I like it, but Eric gets a little rough. I don't mind a bruise, but hurting every time I sit down for three days is too much."

I had sensed she was a bit submissive, even while she was directing me. I smacked her left cheek, hard enough to make it pop. Her pussy clamped down instantly, and she let out a little sigh. She started to say something, but I smacked the right.

"Stop talking. Move. And if you don't make it feel great, I'll wear that little ass out."

She rode me like a wild woman, begging me to spank her harder. When we were done, her ass glowed red. I ordered her to clean me, and had to make her stop after a few minutes because she was so aggressive.

I pulled her.

"Cuddle." I said, in a firm voice. I set the alarm clock.

"If your mouth isn't around my dick two minutes after this goes off, I'll wear that ass out. Understood?"

"Yes sir," she said in the meekest voice I'd ever heard.

I drifted off with my hand on her twat.

"When the alarm went off, she was already on me, sucking like her life depended on it. I was done in five minutes. She looked up, expecting praise.

I grabbed her hair.

"Can you not follow simple directions? You weren't supposed to start until after the alarm, and made me come way to quick. Over my knees, now!"

She literally fell over herself getting into position. I spanked her five good hard smacks on each cheek, stopping occasionally to finger her dripping pussy. As soon as she started responding, I'd pull out and spank her a couple more times. She cried, whimpered, promised to make it up to me, between wiggling her ass and asking for more.

Deciding to show me her gratitude, when I threw her off me she scrambled up on her knees and begged me to let her give me a makeup blowjob, stroking my awakening dick. What followed was probably one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had. Thirty minutes later I patted her head like I would a pet, calling her a good girl. She seemed to glow. I then ordered her into the kitchen, to help me make breakfast. 

Eric came in and began belittling her, apologizing for her poor performance. I stopped him, something he wasn't used to.

"Oh, I thought she was pretty good. All she needs is a little training." I was standing beside her, stroking her ass, listening to her breath quicken.

They were there for the weekend, and the next night I was with Iris. There was no chemistry at all. Seems Chris was a bisexual submissive, and she was used to dominating men. Didn't work well with me.

She grabbed my hair, pulling roughly.

"If you want any of this, little man, you need to get on your knees." She was wearing a black leather corset, black stockings and knee boots with a six inch heel. She was hotter than hot, but her attitude turned me off. I grabbed her hand, twisting her wrist, making her let go.

"The only way I'd do that for you, bitch, is if I was slamming into your ass while were on your knees begging me to keep fucking you. Get the hell out of my bedroom."

Her eyes went wide, apparently when she swapped with the others, they accepted her dominance. If they didn't they never swapped with them again. She didn't back down. I don't know where she hid it, but she suddenly had a slender riding crop in her hand. She swung, and it felt someone had run a hot knife across my forearm.

I never liked pain, and I lost it. I grabbed her hand as she started to swing again, turning the wrist savagely. She let go with a cry of pain. Keeping up the pressure, I twisted her around and put my other hand on her neck, marching her across the room to our dresser, and bent her over.

I knew what I was looking for, and opened our toy drawer, pulling out a set of handcuffs and a ball gag. She saw them in the mirror and tried again to struggle. She was pretty strong, but I was really pissed.

I dragged her back to the bed, letting go. She whirled around.

"You bastard! I'm going to enjoy making you my bitch."

I just smiled and drove my hand spear like into her stomach. The air whooshed out of her and she collapsed onto the bed. I secured her hands to the metal frame, waited until she got her breath back. As soon as she started spewing again, I straddled her, jammed the gag into her mouth, and snapped it into place. 

She thrashed and cursed around the gag. I looked on the floor, found what she had dropped, and pulled a chair over, watching her wear herself out. When she finally stopped, gasping around the ball, I brought the crop down across her right breast. She arched her back, screaming as best she could. I let her thrash around until she lay still again, and gave her a matching lash on her left, hitting the nipple this time, by accident.

When she finally subsided and lay crying, I grabbed her by the hair and looked her in the eye.

"Is it as much fun on this side of the lash?" I asked, rubbing the crop across her sore nipple.

She shook her head and tears welled up. I pulled my pocket knife out of the bedside table, a high quality stilleto a friend had brought back from Corsica. She jumped when I held it up and pushed the button, enjoying the sound of the blade snapping into place.

"Stay still," I warned, as I dragged the knife, blade side out, from her neck to her crotch. She trembled and tensed, wild eyed. With a flick of my wrist I cut her black lace panties off. I lay the knife down and roughly fingered her.

She was soaking! She immediately started humping back. I laughed, pulling them out.

"Tell you what, cunt. If I take off the gag, will you behave?"

She nodded yes with vigor. I was gonna take the gag off and leave her, I never felt more like not fucking someone in my whole life.

"All right, but if say one word without my permission, back on it goes, and it stays."

I heard a small noise and looked up to see Alice. She was panting and rubbing her clit.

"What are you doing here?"

She stepped into the bedroom, her eyes dilated and glistening in the low lighting.

"Belle is using a strapon on Chris, while Eric is fucking his face. He told me to go back to the room. I thought I'd stop and see if you two would like company."

I looked at Iris, still gagged. This had possibilities.

"How about it, slut? Want some company?"

She shook her head no.

"Alice! Come here, now! You need a spanking for spying on people."

She almost ran over. I draped her across Iris, alternately spanking and fingering her. I knew she had to be dripping on her. I pulled her up and took her doggy, stretched over Iris. She wailed and moaned as I pounded her pussy with my dick and her ass with my hand. I was pretty excited, so I didn't last as long as I would have liked to. I pulled out, watching come dribble onto Iris.

"Alice, up!" She jumped up, almost standing at attention. I fingered her roughly, then reached over and spread my cum on Iris' face.

She looked at me with wild eyes. I took the gaq out.

She started babbling immediately. I slapped her thigh hard, with the crop. A red welt appeared instantly. She would have screamed but the surprise pain took her breath.

"No talking without permission. Do what I say, and if you're good, I'll send you to your room. Alice can keep me company for the rest of the night. Understand?"

She nodded, eyes wide.



"Alice, you need cleaned up. Sit on her face, and if she doesn't do a good job I'll spank you both."

I found out later neither had ever had a lesbian encounter before, but I really gave them no choice. Alice immediately sat over her, lowering her dripping snatch onto her face. She fought for awhile, but Alice was lost in her own little world, grinding on her. A few minutes later I heard her squeak, and knew Iris had surrendered.

Alice came hard on her tongue.

I had pulled a vibrator out of the drawer. I fingered Iris until she was squirming, then jammed the vibrator inside in one long thrust, fucking her with it until she came, hard, her scream muffled under Alice. Alice came almost at the same time, collapsing off Iris. I took her hand and led her to the kitchen for a cool glass of water, ignoring Iris and her pleas to take the vibrator out. 

Alice asked permission, and I let her take Iris a glass of water, and after she had drank it, Alice got warm wet cloths and bathed her face, while she begged me again to take the vibrator out. I responded by grabbing it and fucking her furiously until she came again. Then I took it out.

I got out a collar and leash, buckling and snapping everything into place, before releasing the handcuffs. She rubbed her hands in gratitude, careful not to speak.

"Down, bitch!" I said, pointing it at the floor.

She scrambled off the bed. I had Alice lead her into the bathroom to pee, them back into the bedroom. I locked her leash around the bedpost and threw a pillow down.

"Go to sleep. If you bother us, I'll spank you and put you in the bathroom. Nod if you understand."

She nodded slowly.

Alice climbed on the bed and tried her best to kill me with sex. Just before she went to sleep she asked if she could have a collar too.

I woke up around three, wondering what I was hearing. I had casually put the vibrator on the night stand, and Iris had found it. She was working herself pretty hard by the sound. I thought about stopping her, but just rolled over and went back to sleep.

I hopped up early the next day and put a note on the door telling the rest of the group to leave us until we came out.

I ran to the pet store and got a couple more collars and leashes. No one was up when I got home, so I slipped back into the bedroom, gently putting the collar on Alice. Iris was curled up, hugging the pillow, still clutching the vibe.

I woke them gently, ordering them not to speak, and took them to the shower. I had Iris bathe us, then had Alice bathe her. They were both making squishy sounds before they came out. They picked up their collars and presented them to me. I buckled them back into place and led them back out into the bedroom.

"Alice, you got the attention last night. Time for payback. Sixty nine on the bed, girls, and I expect at least two orgasms apiece, or the crop for both of you."

Iris knew what the crop felt like, and pulled Alice to the bed. Soon they were squirming, their slurping audible. I thought about filming it, but remembered the rules. When they were done I had them take positions side by side, and alternated fucking them until I was ready to come. Iris, it appears, had never done anal, so I introduced it to her. She squealed a few times in pain, but soon got into it, especially when Alice got under us and started lapping her pussy. We cleaned up, and went into the kitchen.

The rest of the group were there, and seemed stunned at our appearance. I had both leashes in my hand, leading them. I grinned.

"New rule. I keeping these pets with me tonight. Belle, Eric, you'll have to share Chris again."

I turned to Chris.

"Come here, now!"

He must really be submissive, because he came right over. I had Iris put the collar on him, and present the leash to Belle. Her eyes were a little glazed, thinking about the possibilities.

I was a little surprised the next morning to see Eric in a collar too.

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I got a call from Gail that Monday night.

"You nasty alpha male, you! Alice and Iris came over this afternoon, bursting to tell me about the weekend. We got so excited we had to go to the bedroom. I didn't join in, but I watched while I killed the batteries in my new vibrator. The next time we're together, I want my own. A pink one."

She paused.

"Be careful, Mike, try to keep the playing in perspective. You have no idea how powerful an impact you made on them. I think if you called, Iris and Alice would trot right over and never leave. That's not good."

I assured her I would talk to them, explain it was all just a game.

We finally got together with the last two couples.

Susan was everything I hoped she was be. For her age, she was in excellent shape. She gave Belle all the credit. I was surprised when she called before we came over, and asked me to get her a collar. I chose one made of rhinestones, to compliment her silver hair.

She had a full bush, trimmed just enough to wear her conservative one piece bathing suits she favored. It was the same shining sliver as her hair. I looked at her in surprise. She actually blushed.

"Can't have unmatched carpet and drapes. It's not attractive."

Her husband was always complaining about her suits, especially after she toned up. I had a surprise for him, a gift I hoped he liked.

Susan wasn't the hellcat Abby was, but she was still a handful. She wanted to be spanked, but I made her wait until the next day.

The next morning I had her up early. We enjoyed a nice romp before I pulled her into the bathroom, helping her shower and watching her do her hair.

She'd had a little work done, but still had fine wrinkles here and there. I thought it gave her character.

She had three grandchildren. I told her if they ever had a Miss GILF Pageant, she be the winner. She laughed it off, but I could tell she was pleased.

I put the collar back on her. She thought I was going to lead her out nude, but I put a package in her hands.

"A gift. You can't refuse while you're wearing the collar."

She giggled as she opened it. A Wicked Weasel bikini, in silver mesh. She was shocked. I always wondered why wearing a bikini bothered her so much when every man in the group had slept with her, and she didn't mind being naked in front of them.

"Put it on." I said, in a firm voice. She stood trembling until I smacked her ass. I tied the back for her. She wiggled into the thong, before pulling it off and trimming up her muff a bit more.

"Should I shave it off?"

I took the razor out of her hand. "Absolutely not. I'll spank the shit out of you if you ever think about it again."

I led her out by her leash, straight to her husband.

"Here you go, Rob. I'm returning your property, safe and unmarked. Thank you."

His mouth hung open for a second, before he shook my hand.

"Thank you for the gift. It's everything I hoped it would be."

I found out later he put some pictures of her in the bikini on the internet. She had a silver mask on, and Rob had soaked her with cold water. You could see her hard nipples and silver bush, and there was a back view of her topless, the only thing visible in the way of clothing was the sliver string and back band of the thong, and silver sandals with a four inch heel. We all viewed it, and gave glowing comments. She was the most popular for her age and second most popular over all for a month.

By now Belle was teaching a class made up of just our little group, men and women. She wouldn't charge them, saying it was in appreciation of all they had given us. We were a pretty fit bunch.

She had become the top dominatrix of our group. She'd tried it with me, but I cuffed her, put her collar on, and treated her like a bitch in heat the whole weekend, making her give me blowjobs and fucking her ass. I didn't let her come for two days, keeping her restrained so she couldn't touch herself. I spanked her hard when I found her humping the clothes dryer. She cried in frustration. When I finally let her loose, she fucked me until I couldn't respond, then used her toys. She never tried it again.

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A few weeks later we got the last of the group. Tara, the hot redhead, was disappointing. But then again, she was two months pregnant, and wanted to keep the baby safe. Once I found out her reasoning, I treated her gently, massaging her, giving her soft touches. She responded well, and we made love in the standard missionary position twice.

She surprised me at the end of the night, asking for her collar. It was a sort of pride thing for them, they often wore them at our gatherings. I gave her a gift wrapped box that she opened eagerly. A slender black band with little silver rings on it, it looked perfect around her neck. She cried. Hormones out of control, I think. I did the ritual handing of the leash to her husband the next morning. They were both grinning. The girls gave her a baby shower at Susan's house, and I took the guys down to the bar to drink beer and shoot pool, toasting the father. Word got out what we were celebrating, and people congratulated him and bought beers. We had to detour and drop him at his house on the way back, leaving him passed out on the couch. Tara called me the next night, bitching at me gently for getting him so drunk, but thanked me for showing him a good time.

Several of the couples had children, and I became a favorite uncle, giving the older ones bike rides and playing with the smaller ones until they were exhausted. They knew I was sterile, it had come out in the interview. Abby and Garth had a little girl, ten, that I was especially fond of. When she had her birthday, I gave her a little 80cc dirt bike I had taken in trade and had rebuilt and repainted. Garth pretended to bitch, asking me if I was trying to make biker babes out of all the girls in his family, Abby broke down laughing when I looked him in the eye and said absolutely.

They didn't laugh when she broke her arm in a crash.




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So for another year we'd get together with one another occasionally. Most time it didn't even involve sex, just hanging out as friends.

Belle had gotten fixated on domination to the point that the rest of the girls talked to her about it. She agreed to tone it down, but I sensed her frustration.

The group helped her open her own gym. Susan did the legal work, Gail and Tom helped arrange financing, Abby found her the perfect location. I had forgotten she owned a real estate company. The rest helped recruit members. It had been open three months and grew every week. Belle was over the moon. We had a big party at her grand opening.

The new business cut into our time together because of the erratic hours she had to keep, part of the price of owning a small business that was open fourteen hours a day.

She would call home, saying she would be late, why didn't I eat with Garth and Abby. They were our closest friends, and were the ones that lived nearest. If their daughter wasn't home, my dinner was usually Abby's pussy. She would wear us out, and send me home exhausted.

Belle would sometimes call and tell me she was doing a personal session with a couple of our group, and I would come over and help them christen some of the machines.

I couldn't help feeling that Belle was a bit distracted. Sometimes she didn't get home until I was in bed. I'd wake to hear her shower, wondering which person she 'trained' that night. Our sex life dwindled, and I asked her about it.

"Oh, honey, I'm just so tired now. I don't know if I'd gone out on my own if I knew how hard it was going to be. Besides, our friends can take up the slack when you need a good fucking."

"I don't need our friends to take up the slack." I said sharply. "I want time with my wife, and it doesn't have to be fucking. I'd like to make love to her once in a while. Is that being unreasonable?"

I saw her recoil.

"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't realize how much I was neglecting you. I'll try, wait, that's wrong, I Will do better. Starting right now."

We made love more passionately than we had in a long time. But a few weeks later, it started up again. I went by to see her a couple of times and she wasn't there. I'd call, and she would say she just went out to grab a bite, I could join her if I wanted. I relaxed and made fun of her KFC addiction, and would go back to my workout.

I tried to talk to her again and she got a little snappy, so I left it. She'd apologize later, and we'd make up.

Then she hit me with the trip.

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She didn't come home the next night. Instead I got an email telling me not to worry, she was safe and would be back in four days. She didn't even bother to call.

I was pissed, wondering which one of our group she took off with. I called Abby, and then Gail. They both listened and worked the phones. Gail called back, asked me if I could stop by and get Garth and Abby and come over. It was urgent.

We were quiet on the way over, nobody really knew what to say. I was surprised to see most of the group when I got there.

Gail hugged me, as did most of the group. She said beside me on the couch, holding my hand.

"Mike, honey, we've talked to everyone. None of us are with her. Whoever she's with, it's not one of us."

This was a big deal, breaking the hardest rule the group had. No playing with anyone outside of the group. Besides messing with the group dynamic, it opened all of us to the threat of disease, an angry spouse, or unneeded publicity.

Susan spoke up, ever the lawyer.

"You know this means we'll have to suspend you from group activities, at least until you get a clean bill of health. But Mike, we're still your friends. The first thing we need to do is find out who it is, and assess his ability to hurt us. You say she said Bahamas?"

I nodded.

"Well then. Hudson[her husband]has a good friend that practices international law, and is a bit of an expert about protecting money through off shore accounts. He's already reached out, and gave him a picture. If she's in the Bahamas, we'll know when she gets off the plane, and can find out who she's with. Give us twenty four hours."

The next day at noon, wow she was fast, she called me at work.

"I'm going to send you some photos. Call me back."

I locked my office, and clicked on my email, opening the attachment. The first showed Belle getting off a commercial plane yesterday afternoon. She appeared to be alone. Another camera had someone greeting her with a big kiss, but it was a back shot. He was turned around, carrying her bag towards the exit, walking hand in hand, a full facial shot.

Fat Boy! I wondered why he seemed to keep his distance the last month, even leaving right after I showed up. I called Susan back.

His name is William Emerson, but he goes by Fat Boy at the bar."

"I remember him. He's enormous, isn't he?. And the name sounds familiar, why is that?"

So I told her his true identity.

"Hmmm. This may change our response. He's probably got his own connections. And he's pretty well off I imagine, so we can't use money to intimidate him. But like most public figures, he may not want exposure. Any thought on what you want to do?"

I was seething.

"Yes. Draw up papers for a legal separation, and have her served as she gets off the plane. Give him a set, for alienation of affection. I know, I know, it will probably come to nothing, but it'll give him pause. Don't actually file them, I want it to scare them. What else should I do?"

"Do you want the house if this plan goes south?"

"Not really. I would have been happy with less house and more acreage."

"Then move out as soon as possible. You have less than two days. Change your phone number and take a few vacation days. It's psychological warfare, and it works.. I'll put in the papers all contact will be through my office. Any thoughts on money if you can't get back together?"

"Straight down the middle. She supported me financially and emotionally when I started my own business. I did the same when it was her turn.

But, Susan, if she wants more than what's fair, I need you to turn into a wolf. A sexy silver alpha female with huge fangs, okay?"

Her chuckle sent chills up my spine.

"Don't worry honey. I can be a bitch."

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I had a man film it for me and watched it live on my screen. They walked out arm in arm, and got hit with the papers right away. I also had the server wired. I listened in.

After he got their names, he served them, standing there to make sure they understood.

Fat Boy was pissed.

"What is this shit? You told me he was all right with this. I don't need this right now, my book is getting hot and I'm leaving on a publicity tour in two days. You need to handle this, NOW, before it gets out of hand."

He didn't give her a chance to respond, walking off angrily."

The server walked off, but the film kept rolling. She had read hers, and looked around, trying to spot me, calling my name. When she realized I wasn't there, she pulled out her phone.

I watched, ignoring my phone pinging. I'd bought a month to month burner to use for the short term. 

I had a morbid curiosity, and decided I wanted to hear what she had to say on voicemail.

When she realized I wasn't going to answer, she hung her head. I was sure she was crying when she finally walked out.

I hid in the one place I knew she wouldn't think to look. The Bahamas. Gail, Garth, Abby, and their daughter went with me for moral support.

I spent the day playing with Cindy, trying to make it a nice vacation for her. Abby and Gail looked stunning in their bathing suits, and we got Garth to rent scooters with us. He said it was the most comfortable he'd ever felt on two wheels.

And I didn't have sex with anyone. One, I didn't feel like it, and two, I was still waiting on a medical report.

We would listen to the messages on the phone and computer after Cindy went to bed, and discuss the daily call from Susan.

Susan had her watched, and she didn't leave the house for two days. She finally went to work, when the assistant manager threatened to lock the doors if she didn't get some relief. Susan said she spent what time she had away from her classes holed up in her office.

The voicemails went from desperate and pleading, to angry and threatening, and back to pleading. The emails were long rambles where she tried to explain herself and how it didn't mean anything, she would always love me, etc, etc. We flew back and I went straight to Susan's office.

I called her while we were there. It almost went to voicemail before she picked up. She told me later she thought she was imagining it because she wanted me to call so badly.

She was overjoyed for a few minutes, then got a little bitchy.

"Honey, why are you so mad? It's not like we don't sleep with others on a regular basis. What's one more?"

I was so pissed I couldn't talk for a minute,

"If you want to save this marriage, come to Susan's office. Right fucking now. If you're not here in thirty minutes, I'll pull the separation agreement and go straight to divorce."

I wanted to throw my phone against the wall, but forced myself to put it down gently. She made it in twenty five minutes.

We went into the conference room and shut the door. Susan remained outside, saying she didn't need to be there until Belle had counsel.

She started in and I slammed my hand down on the table so hard my hand was still tingling an hour later. She almost jumped out of her chair.

"Before you talk, I have a few things to say. Yes, we sleep with other people, people we know and trust. The difference in what you're doing is obvious to me. We sleep with those people by common agreement, knowing they would never be a threat to our marriage. We DID NOT agree to sleep with anyone outside of the group. If you didn't think it was wrong, why did you keep it a secret? Why not come out and say, oh, by the way, I'm fucking Fat Boy now. Do you have a problem with that? Rationalize it all you want, but if you fuck someone behind your spouses' back, it's cheating. You know what you did was wrong, you just won't admit it."

"Time to pay the piper, girl. You cheated. You got caught. I won't let you deny it, or try to spin it. If you have any hope of saving this marriage, now's the time to be honest."

She sat there and cried for a few minutes before she could talk. In the end, I believed she understood and was sincere in her regrets.

Susan got us into counseling, with a therapist who was in our lifestyle. I learned a few things I never suspected.

She was jealous of the other women in the group because they all liked me. She channeled her anger into her latent dominant tendencies, alienating most of the group. She wasn't happy swinging anymore. I was amazed.

"Why didn't you say something? I went along with this mostly for you anyway. We agreed remember, from the very first. When it stopped being fun, it was over."

I told her I'd been thinking about talking to her about leaving the group anyway, because it had become unsatisfying, to me anyway.

You can only have so many fantasies fulfilled, and I had just about reached my limit. It had become a bit repetitive to me. It was one of the reasons I spent so much time around their children, it lessened the expectation of sex.

She surprised me by saying lately she had been missing not having the opportunity to have children. I was amazed to hear she had changed her mind. We talked about adoption, fertilization for an anonymous donor, even getting one of our group to impregnate her on the condition he sign over any rights or responsibilities.

The therapist was really good, and a lot of it boiled down to us not talking like we did when we first married. We finished the sessions a lot closer than we were when we started.

One of the last things she said before we stopped was very surprising. She was angry that I had never collared her. I looked back and realized she was right.

"But honey, I already owned you, just like you owned me. I thought you knew that. All the others were just for play, you know that, right?"

She had been crying, and still had a sniffle in her voice.

"I knew that, deep down. But all the others had a physical symbol, and I had nothing. And don't be so sure it was just a game to them. I'm pretty sure Iris and Alice would leave their husbands in a heartbeat if you'd have ordered them to. You did something pretty powerful to those two, whether you realized it or not."

Right after the sessions, I went out and bought a nice, heavy gold neck band, and had two diamonds and an emerald set in it. Inside it was inscribed 'property of Mike'.

I had tied her up, worked her over pretty good between me and her toys. After she passed out, I put it round her neck, locking it into place. It wouldn't come off until I removed it. I removed the restraints and cuddled her.

She woke me up screaming the next morning. I rushed into the bathroom, to see her on her knees, clutching her necklace, crying like a baby. She had almost stopped when I showed her a picture of the inscription. She started up again.

Later she asked how it came off.

I told her it didn't, unless I wanted it too.

She wore it for two weeks before coming to me.

"Honey, next to you, this collar is my most prized possession. But honey, I can't teach in it.

I promise, as soon as class is over, I'll put it right back on."

I could understand, so I showed her how to take it off.

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Our tests came back negative and the group breathed a sigh of relief. At the next full meeting, we stood, holding hands, and announced our intent to leave the group. No one was surprised.

We assured them we intended to see them, after all most were close friends by now, but intimate encounters were out. We were hugged and kissed relentlessly, and we left at ten, so they could continue without us.

I stayed closer to them than Belle. I had hooked Skip, Abby, and Tom on cycles, making sure they all got good deals on their choices. We rode with a group, they actually recruited our replacement couple out of it. When we did long rides or charity events, Belle always rode with us, unless she couldn't get a relief at her gym. On the rare occasions that she couldn't, Cindy was always behind me.

She had become a very skilled dirt biker, and my shop sponsored her in some local races. She had won a few trophies in her age and engine class. Of course, I was her chief mechanic. She had started calling me D2. I thought it had something to do with the sci fi movies, but Abby set me straight.

"It stands for Dad Two."

I had to wipe my eyes. I had forgotten how dusty dirt tracks could be.

I kept after Belle for a timeline for children.

She had started getting quiet again and I asked her about it. She passed it off as stress. Her gym had taken off and she was thinking about opening another branch the next town over. I tried to talk her out of it. 

We weren't anywhere near rich, but we didn't hurt for anything. I couldn't see the need for extra stress in our lives, especially if we were planning for kids. She promised to rethink it.

I was pretty happy when she announced she was ready for a child. We had decided to go the anonymous donor route, choosing someone with similar physicality to me.

She wanted to go alone to have it done. I threw a fit.

"I can't give you one myself, and you want me to not be there when it happens? What are you thinking? I'll be there, end of discussion."

And I was, holding her hand the whole time. Now it was a waiting game.

Belle had decided to open the second gym, and spent a lot of time getting it ready. She'd either be gone or exhausted, and I wasn't happy, worrying about the baby.

"Relax, honey. We don't even know if I'm pregnant yet."

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My world started unraveling the next week. I called her, and she answered, out of breath. That really wasn't unusual, she did run a gym, after all. It was what she said that was.

"Where are you, babe?"

I'm at the gym, getting ready to close."

Really? I was at the gym, and it was locked up and dark, an hour earlier than normal.

"Well, I'll leave you alone. Be home soon?"

"Just as soon as I check the lights and lock the door. Bye, babe."

I stood outside for a second, before hopping in my truck and heading home. She was her usual self, cheerful, even indicating she'd like to play.

"Not tonight, hon. My knee is acting up."

That was reasonable. I was riding the month before and a woman driving an SUV pulled directly into my path. Luckily, we weren't doing thirty five miles an hour, But I had zero time to react, and slammed right into her. It threw me over the bars, and I slammed into the vehicle, sliding down. She was still moving and I slid sideways and came down on my knee.

The woman never stopped. Abby yelled for Tom to call an ambulance, and took off after her. Fifteen minutes later the EMT was putting an air splint on my knee and the cop was talking to Tom.

Abby called him, and he handed the phone tot he cop. Fifteen minutes later the cops were at the woman's house. She answered the door in a house coat, saying she had been asleep.

She almost refused to let them into the garage, but had an attack of smarts and opened the door.

The looked the SUV over, and found the dent and scratches right where Abby said it would be. The first cop arrived just then, pulled a piece of side reflector out of his pocket, and fit it perfectly to the other half.

She was arrested, kicking and screaming, for felony hit and run. Her husband had to take out a second mortgage to pay for everything. Seems she had lost her license for too many accidents, and was driving illegally. 

His insurance would have had to pay, but he gave me the full price of my bike if I would see about getting the charges dropped.

The DA took one look at her record and refused. They pled it down to leaving the scene of an accident, and put her on probation. If she got caught behind the wheel in the next five years, she had to swerve seven years, minimum. I got the cash and all my medical bills paid.

My bike needed painting and the girder front end replaced. I was actually pretty lucky, if I'd been up to speed it would have killed me.

I had to take it real slow, and was off bikes for at least six months. Bossman threw me a 'glad you survived that shit' party. He still walked with a limp from his last encounter.

Something was nagging at me, and at four in the morning I sat bolt upright and screamed

"SONOFABITCH!"

Belle woke with a start, instantly concerned.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. Go back to sleep, I just bumped my knee. I think I'll sit up for awhile."

I was still sitting there when she got up.

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I called Susan after Belle left.

"I need to see you. As soon as possible. Please."

She heard the emotion in my voice.

"Come now. I'll have my first appointment pushed back a bit."

I was ushered in as soon as I arrived. Her PA poured the coffee and left me alone. Susan looked me over.

"She's cheating again, isn't she?"

"I think so. Can you get me proof?"

She didn't bat an eye.

"I'm on it. Do you want to know when we get something?"

"Yes. Start with her last lover. I think he's returned for another engagement."

How did I know? Because the background noise I heard as she lied to me was the sound of a motorcycle.

A motorcycle I built and tuned. One that belonged to Fat Boy.

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When the Bahama adventure blew up on them, he disappeared for three weeks. He popped back up and called me.




The Bitch Is Cheating On Us



"Fuck you" was all he heard the first three times before I hung up. I blocked his number. Failing in that, he decided to show up at the shop.

I was out the door before he got off his bike.

"Get the hell off my property."

"Chill, Mike. I'm here to apologize."

There aren't words in any language I'd want to hear that would make an apology valid. You're a backstabbing, low life, motherfucker. Again, off the property."

He tried to swing his leg over and stand up, but I pushed him, knocking him off balance, almost flipping it.

"Goddamnit! I'm here to apologize, and your gonna fucking listen if I have to slap your ass silly and hold you down."

He shouldn't have made that little speech, because the cop that my guys called arrived in time to hear it all. He'd been half a block away. I had already told them he was no longer a customer, and not to let him in the door.

"Got a problem. Mike?"

I knew the cop, another one of my customers.

"Not yet, Greg. I'd appreciate it if you'd ask this man to leave the property, and not come back. How can I make sure he doesn't come back?"

"Restraining order. A piece of cake, considering I can swear I heard him say he was gonna hold you down and slap your ass silly. Don't just get it for your property, get it for your person. It can be done by tomorrow."

"Thanks, I'll be down to the station first thing in the morning."

I turned my back and walked back into the shop, as Greg told him to leave.

He was a very smart man, but had little common sense and a sense of entitlement, so it wasn't much of a surprise when he showed up at the grill, following me into the bathroom. I had spotted him before he saw me, so I was ready.

He grabbed my arm.

"Asshole! You're blowing this way out..."

That's all he got out before I sprayed him with police quality pepper spray, shooting it into his eyes and mouth. He fell down, gagging and rubbing his eyes. I stepped around him while six guys stood with open mouths.

I flagged down Bossman, explained what I'd done.

"I'll see you in a month. And I'll behave from now on."

He looked me up and down.

"You're probably the nicest guy I've ever met. And you're the best mechanic I've ever had. I haven't seen a thing, and if nobody talks about it, it didn't happen. Why don't you go home now."

I thanked him and shook his hand. I was smiling when I donned my helmet.

...........................................

I found out later it took Bossman and three volunteers to haul him out. He gave him some bar towels soaked in ice water, and when he could see and talk, he sent him off the property, telling him not to come back for a month.

It only took three days, and I had the pictures I needed to end my marriage. I scattered a few of them on the dining room table, packed my truck, and left.

Skipping the drama, I called her. She sounded happy when she answered the phone.

"Hi, hon, I was just thinking about you, and all the things I'm gonna do to you when we get home."

"Well, Belle, you'll have to get Fat Boy to do them with from now on. Save the bullshit. I know. I left you some pictures. We're over Belle, I hope this is what you wanted. And I'm still going to offer you fifty fifty, so don't try fucking with me. Get a lawyer, have him call Susan, and get it over with. Don't call or come around. You got nothing I want to hear."

She was screaming my name when I hung up.

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Of course she wouldn't just let it go, and we danced for almost nine months before we settled, her begging the whole time for me to come back. I refused counseling, citing the first time.

By the time it was over, my leg had healed, and I took two weeks, got on my newly redone Sportster, and went to Sturgis for Bike Week. Abby and Garth went with me, and we had a ball.

We shared a room and each other for five days. We weren't braking any rules, the club had sort of faded away. I think all that were left were Tanya and her husband, Susan and Hud, and a new couple I hadn't met. Abby won a wet tshirt contest, and pretty much went topless most of the week.

She had a guy paint a tee shirt on her chest, and it looked like a tee shirt pulled up until you got close, and realized it was just painted skin. She got away with it for seven hours before a cop made her put something on, after her complimented her rack.

She was so excited that by the end of the week Garth and I looked like we had road rash.

When we got home, Susan called and said she had a package for me that I really needed to look at. I went straight to her office.

"It's been opened," she said, "Belle told me I could read it. Go into the conference room so you'll have some privacy."

There was a three page letter from Belle I needed to read first.

Mike,

My love, I'm so sorry I did this to us. I think

we were doomed the first time Gail told me about her club. I know you really weren't keen on it, but I rolled you along on my tide of excitement. Even after we started, I think we would have made it until that night with Chris and Eric.

Something snapped in me that night. As I plowed his ass with that strapon, making him call me Mistress when Eric didn't have his dick in his mouth, was an enormous rush. I knew then I was destined to be a dominatrix.

You don't know how jealous I was of you when you walked out leading Alice and Iris, and the way they fell all over themselves trying to please you. It came so naturally to you, but you didn't care. As more and more of the girls got collars, I became more and more angry, until almost no one would play with me for a long time. Oh, I had fun turning Eric into a cocksucking slut, but it was a hollow victory.

Even though it was against the rules, I took Eric and Chris to an adult bookstore, and alternated fucking them with my strapon while they sucked dick at the gloryhole. I even talked a woman into to the room and fucked her while her husband watched as Chris sucked his dick. Soon I had three more men and another woman bowing to my every whim. I fixed up a spare room in one of the their houses as a dungeon. I made films for the internet, made a good bit of money, money that I hid from you. It's why I pushed you to spend time with our group while I 'worked'.

I know this is a shock to you, but it was an addiction I couldn't control. And it finally got the best of me.

Fat Boy was a natural submissive, it just took a little time to train him. That's why I went to the Bahamas, the hotel we stayed at was holding a BDSM convention.

I was still on a high when I got served at the airport. I realized then I'd probably already lost you, but I committed myself to coming back to you. And I tried, really, really tired.

Things were going pretty good until one night when I was stressing over trying to have a baby, Fat Boy walked in. Everyone was gone, I just hadn't locked the door. He fell to his knees, kissing and licking my shoes, and begged me to own him again. I snapped, and before I knew it had him tied over a weight bench with jump ropes, wearing his panty covered ass out with the handle end of another. He must have come a gallon before I was done. I made him lick the bench and floor clean, and made him crawl along behind me into the shower, where I made him eat me to three orgasms and rim my ass.

I should have walked away then, but I held on to the bitter end, hoping I could change, or keep things secret. I heard how you figured it out. It's always the little things that give you away, isn't it?

Well, there it is, my confession and apology, to little to late. I'll always love you, and always hate myself for breaking both our hearts. Find a good girl, one that deserves you, and settle down to a happy, ordinary life. Adopt a kid and train him or her to be a wonderful, kind, loving person, just like you.

Belle.

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There were splotches in a couple of places I was pretty sure were tear stains. 

There were also a few photos of Fat Boy in a pink corset and panties, sucking cock. She said she wanted me to have something to hold over his head. There was also a check, for half the money made from her dungeon shows, that had been hidden in an off shore bank.

Belle did indeed get pregnant, but not from artificial methods. The boy was his, she knew it and that's why she didn't want me at the clinic. There was no need to go.

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She moved to New York, where she still runs her dungeon show. Her submissive meekly followed. As far as I know she still has him. I know I see them from time to time in magazines, at on function or another. She always looks great.

I saw her at the funeral of her mother. Up close, she looked older than her years, worn out and haggard. We never spoke, although I wouldn't have snapped at her. I did drop her a line telling her she needed to take care of herself, for her son if nothing else. I never got an email back.

Susan and Hud retired, moving off all places, to the Bahamas. I went to their goodbye party, and she gave me her collar to remember her by.

In fact, at one time or another I got a few of them back. I told Iris about Chris's secret career, and she threw him out, but not before he gave her a parting gift of an STD.

Shattered, she stayed with me for a few months, and we never had sex, even after she had the all clear from the doctor. She needed a dominant man, and I wasn't him. I introduced her to Bossman, he took her hand and never gave it back. Despite the age difference, they both seem very happy. She helps with the bar now, and he threatens to give her back once in a while, firmly holding her hand the whole time. She told me later he was a pretty demanding man, but she was doing her best to live up to his expectations. One night after he'd had a few, something unusual for him, he thanked me for training her, and how she still had my collar, although he'd replaced it with his own pretty early into their relationship.

After we dropped out of the club, I hired Helen to run my mail order parts business and control my inventory. One of the smartest things I've ever done. She soon had my whole staff whipped in line, terrified that if they used a part and didn't do the paperwork right she'd rip them a new ass.

I paid her well, and when Skip took a transfer she stayed behind. He'd still tried to swing, without her knowledge or participation. She took him back twice after catching him, but the third time was the charm. They sold their house, and she moved her and her daughter in with me. I was starting to detect a trend. They stayed eight months before she met the sales manager of our major supplier. They'd talked on the phone and emailed each other, often getting into heated exchanges over availability and price. It was love at first sight.

When they married and moved away, I told her I'd better get a damn good discount. She gave me her collar just before she left, saying she had the memories, and that was enough. We'd never made love the whole time she was there, it didn't seem right, somehow.

Tom got a big promotion when his company opened a west coast branch and asked him to head it. His friends, including me, gave them a going away party. Iris, Helen, Abby, Tanya, Tim, Garth an me, were the last to leave. We'd shared a lot, and the tears flowed.

Gail caught me alone, and rubbed my cheek.

"You were always my favorite. I knew you didn't really belong in our world, but you tried, and did a good job. I know some of the girls gave their collars back, but I'm keeping mine. Tom makes me wear it still, from time to time, and it has sentimental value for both of us."

"Find a good woman, Mike, someone worthy. You need some one to love, deserve it more than anyone I know."

"I know we'll probably never see you again, but email us once in a while, let us know how our friends are. As long as we're alive, there'll be somebody in California that loves you."

She hugged me, crying, before Abby led her off.

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I told sweet little Alice about Eric and Chris and Belle, and she divorced him. He died of complications from Hepatitis C a year later, and she sweated bullets for awhile, before she was declared uninfected. She was from Florida and moved back home to be close to her aging parents, and she came to see me before she left, spending the night. We didn't make love, but I cuddled her the whole night while she cried about the unfairness of the world.

About the only ones left were me, Abby, Garth, and Tanya. Her husband had died at the hands of a drunk driver a year before, leaving her alone with two children. Garth and I were pallbearers.

Luckily they were rich and well insured, so Tanya devoted herself to her children, until she met and fell in love with her youngest daughters' soccer coach. He was broke and insisted on a prenupt to protect her. She tore it up and threw it in his face, saying if he couldn't love her and everything she had, he didn't deserve her. 

Garth, Abby and I were guests of the bride.

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We were sitting in the stands, watching Cindy race for the top spot in her age group and engine size. She had made it last year, National Amateur Champion. I was long since history, she had a major sponsor to keep her in bikes now. She now had a fan club, makes personal appearances and had articles written about her. Not bad for seventeen. She did insist every bike she rode have a D2 painted on it somewhere, for luck.

My wife was wiggling, trying to get comfortable on the hard seats, the large cushions not helping much. Being eight months pregnant didn't help at all.

"Honey, come on, she's already won. Let's go home."

She snorted. "We have to wait on Mike Junior, You know he isn't going to leave now."

"He can ride home with Garth or Abby, whichever one doesn't have to stay with her. Our girl is getting fussy. Come on."

She laughed as I tugged her to her feet.

You're the most nervous dad I've ever seen. Women have babies all the time."

"They don't have mine," I said quietly.

She looked into my eyes with love. 

"I know. Yours will be the best ever. Wait and see. Ooh, feel her honey, she wants out, soon."

................................................

So how did a sterile man end up with a son and hopefully daughter? Divine providence is all I can come up with.

One of Helen's last duties was to hire her replacement. She must have interviewed twenty before she found the right one.

Myra was a feisty little redhead, made tough by the world. Married to a career soldier, his number came up in a dusty little valley halfway across the world, leaving her with a young son. She took the insurance and finished her last year of school, and landed a good job. Things were going well for two years, then her company tanked. Everybody else was in pretty much the same boat, and things were to the point she considered moving.

Then she saw our ad in the paper, thought it might be something she could do, and applied. Helen hired her on the spot, spending three weeks training her how to deal with vendors, and irate bikers. 

Her explosive little temper had everyone terrified by the second week, but her smile was like a ray of sunshine after a bad storm. Soon everyone around her was falling all over themselves to make her happy, including me.

We grew closer, and one day she's had enough. she stomped into the office and slammed the door.

"Mike, are you ever gonna grow balls enough to ask me out? I've done everything but hang a sign around my neck saying 'I'm interested'. What are you waiting for?"

"Red[she asked us to call her that]you work for me, and you're probably more valuable than I am, and I know they like you a lot more. I don't want to mess things up."

She stamped her tiny little foot.

"You won't mess it up. I like this job. So if nothing clicks we'll part on friendly terms. If it does, we'll go slow. Friday. Pick me up at seven, and I expect to be treated like a queen."

We did indeed click. By the sixth month she had moved in with me. Her son, also named Mike, which is why he got stuck with junior, clicked as well.

Abby adored her, and they became fast friends. She decided she was the big sister, and kind of hovered over her. She confessed to her she wanted to see us together so badly she lost sleep.

We would grill, Me and Junior would cook one weekend, Garth and Cindy the next, while the girls would sip their drinks and direct us..

Mike had a case of hero worship and puppy love rolled into one over Cindy. She was five years older, turning into a very nice looking girl, and raced motorcycles. He followed her around every time they were together. She was mature beyond her years, and treated him like the little brother she never had. In six months, he would have jumped in front of a car for her. 

Myra[Red] tried to exert her authority, but actually lost when I took one of Cindy's old bikes and rebuilt it for him. Cindy taught him how to ride. 

When Belle left, we sold the house, and I bought another, less fancy one, with a lot of acreage.

Cindy took one look and chopped it into trails, and taught him the basics. He didn't have the drive to be as good as Cindy, but he was competent. She drove his mom crazy talking about all the sprains and broken bones she'd suffered.

Four months after we moved in together, I told her, with Garth and Abby helping, about my former wife and lifestyle. I think it shocked her a bit, but we all assured her it was in the distant past, for all of us. They never played with anyone else since our Sturgis trip, saying they could never equal it.

I needed to tell her about my first marriage and why it collapsed, but didn't know how. I asked Abby for advice, and she told me to let her handle it.

She talked with Abby while Garth and I sat on the patio, drinking beer, talking about Cindy and her upcoming season in a bigger engine class.

They came out and she plopped down on my lap, grinning. She gave me a big kiss and a bigger smile.

"Where's my collar?" she teased.

"Stand up. I have it right her in my pocket."

Her eyes held a question as I reached inside my jacket pocket.

"I'm afraid it's too small to wear around your neck, so a finger will have to do. And when I put it on, it becomes a symbol you're mine forever. No, I got it backwards. You'll own me. You already do, I'd like to make official now."

I slid the engagement on her finger, as she looked down.

"Well there it is. Myra, will you own me for the rest of my life?"

Tears started, followed by screams from both women. Cindy had a few of her friends over, and they came running out of her room to see what was going on. Soon the squeals of teenage girls joined in. I bet every dog in the neighborhood had his paws over his ears.

"Miss Myra," said Cindy, when every thing calmed down, "I always wanted to be his flower girl, but I got too old waiting. I know it's forward of me, but would you consider making me a bridesmaid?"

Myra hugged her hard. 

"I'd be honored, baby, but I have a condition. Your mother has to agree to be my matron of honor."

That started a fresh round of tears. The other girls cried too, even though they didn't know exactly why. Conditioned response, I guess.

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Ah, the baby, you're wondering. How did that happen? I told her early on I'd like to have a child. We looked at adoption but weren't keen on the hoops we had to jump through. An anonymous donor didn't appear to Red, at all. Abby came up with the solution. Garth would do it.

We had an intense series of conversations about it before he agreed, IF he and Abby could be a part of its' life. We agreed wholeheartedly. We named them godparents, and had it put into our will that if we passed before they had reached legal age, they would take the child. Abby insisted we include Junior in it, just in case.