36 comments/ 143198 views/ 15 favorites The Real Deal Ch. 01 By: Rob Conner AUTHORS NOTE: ATFER READING HUNDRED OF STORIES ON THE NET ABOUT UNFAITHFUL WIVES WHO GET SEXUAL PLEASURE FROM SOME BIG COCKED STUD AND LAUGHED WHEN THEIR HUSBAND FINDS OUT, THEN CARRY ON WITH THEIR NEW LOVER. HERE’S A STORY ABOUT WHAT PROBALLY WOULD HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE. HOPE YOU ENJOY! WARNING! THIS IS AN ADULT STORY WITH A SEXUAL THEME! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD! Terrance Bradshaw smelled a rat. A nasty big dicked rat. Angela, his wife of 12 years must think he was either stupid or blind. The sudden need for nights out with her “girlfriends”. Having to work late most nights and on weekends. The unexplained credit card bills that showed the purchase of men’s clothes when she had not brought any home for him. But the most telling was how they went from sex four or five nights a week to almost never. How when they had sex how she was so loose that it was like screwing a wide mouth jar. He knew his cock hadn’t gotten any smaller so it was obvious that she had found some new dick. A big dick. Terrance had taken steps to prove him right or wrong. First he hired a detective to watch Angela. He also had video cameras and microphones installed while his wife was away on a “business” trip. An unused storage room over the garage was converted into a control room. Each camera had it’s own recorder, and was started either by heat, noise or motion. While Terrance was away on a business trip (a real one), the recorder did its job. The first night, Angela had her boyfriend over. It was a face Terrance knew well. John Bright. He worked in Angela’s office. He was about 6’ tall and weighed about 200 lbs. But it was all muscle. And when he pulled out his cock it was a good 10 inches long and about 3 1/2 inches around. No wonder her pussy was stretched. Terrance watched hours of tapes of them fucking and sucking. Angela sucked his cock, and even swallowed. She also let him fuck her in the ass. She wouldn’t let him close. But the most painful part to Terrance was when she laughed about how small his cock was and how stupid he was not to have figured out she was fucking around. Well Angela my dear wife, it’s time to pay the piper. FIRST MOVES. Angela might have thought he was stupid, but he was anything but. He had made his first several million off of patent rights to new hardware he had designed. This was money that Angela didn’t know about nor have any right to. (THANK GOD FOR PRE-NEPS) They lived off of his income as a process engineer, and her as an office manager at a large corporation. Together it was over $250,000 a year plus bonus. The house was paid for, (his before marriage) and both cars were also paid for. They also had 401K’s and lots of stocks and investments. Terrace’s first moves were to change all the accounts to other banks, change his beneficiaries on his insurance and accounts. He also transferred the title of their cars so each was the sole owner of their car. He also changed the car insurance to separate policies. All the joint credit cards were cancelled. He calculated how much of the debt was hers and deducted from her half of the joint savings account. Now all he had to do was spring the trap. Terrance told Angela that he would be out of town that weekend. He checked into a motel out on the interstate. And waited. BUSTED! The surveillance equipment had a real time video and audio link connected to a separate phone line. Terrance could connect it to his laptop and control the system from where ever he was. He parked down the street in his rented car and waited. About 7:30 that night John Bright drove past his car and pulled into the driveway. Watching his monitor, Terrance waited for them to get real comfortable. When they were both naked and Angela was between John’s legs sucking his cock, Terrance calmly walked in the door, Just as John came in her mouth. Cum ran down her face. “Having fun?” he asked. Angela jumped up in surprise, trying to cover herself. John on the other hand just sat there with a smirky smile on his face. “Well Terrance my boy, Good to see you. You know your wife has some good pussy.” He laughed. “Of course you wouldn’t know about that. Being I told her to cut you off. Hell, I even stretched her asshole out. Of course with your little dick you couldn’t feel anything anyway!” Angela stood there speechless. She couldn’t believe her lover would talk about her like she was a piece of meat. Especially to her husband. Terrance stood there and hadn’t said anything else. He looked at Angela and shook his head. He said, “You threw away or marriage for this piece of shit. He talks about you like you’re a street whore? You’re even dumber than I thought.” John jumped out of his chair and started toward Terrance. “Why you wormy bastard. I’ll break you in half!” screamed John. John approached Terrance, taking a hard swing at his head. Terrance calmly moved out of the way and in seconds he had John on his stomach with his arm twisted behind his back. Terrance asked him, “Wanna try again? I’m sure a big stud like you can cream a little “wimp” like me.” Angela was amazed. She had never seen Terrance like this. His expression was calm, but his eyes burned with a laser-like fire. John jumped to his feet and approached Terrance again. This time he was a little more cautious. He tried a martial arts move, but Terrance countered it and kicked John in the face several with perfectly delivered sidekicks. He then knocked John of his feet with a kick to the mid section. John lay on the ground bleeding. Terrance walked over and kicked him in the nuts several times. “Next time you fuck with someone’s wife, I’d advise finding out about them. For your information, I was a black belt in several forms of martial arts before I was 15. National kickboxing champion at 18. I was also a Navy SEAL. I could have killed you just as easily as I kicked your ass.” Said Terrance softly. “This is your warning, the only one I’ll give. If I even hear about you talking to my wife, even on the phone, I’ll kill you. If I were you, I’d leave town. Because even if you run into each other by accident, I’ll still kill you. Understand?” “Oh and if you try any sneaky shit, remember. I have a lot of friends to watch my back. If anything happens to me, they’ll come looking for you. These guys’s won’t hesitate to cut you in little pieces and feed you to the fish. You better hope I stay healthy.” “Now get the fuck out of my house and never come back.” He ordered. John collected his clothes and half walked half crawled to his car and left. THE CONFRONTATION Terrance turned and looked at his wife standing there naked with another man’s cum running down her face. He was disgusted. How could he have ever loved this whoring bitch? What now? “Okay bitch, let’s hear your tale. What lies are you going to tell now that you’ve been caught fucking around? With his cum running down your face. Well come on.” He demanded. Angela looked at him in shock. He had never called her names or demanded anything from her. He was like a stranger. Not the man she loved. LOVED, oh shit. The thought finally struck her. She loved Terrance more than anyone. He was a good provider, a good husband. A good man. He had loved her. Treated her like a queen. Never asking anything of her except to love him and be his wife. And what had she done? SHE CHEATED ON HIM, SHE LIED TO HIM, BOUGHT PRESENTS FOR ANOTHER MAN WITH HIS MONEY, LAUGHED AND JOKED ABOUT HIM AS A MAN. CUT HIM OFF FROM SEX. LET ANOTHER MAN DO THINGS TO HER SEXUALLY THAT SHE WOULD’T LET HIM DO! She was a SLUT! She didn’t deserve him! Angela looked at him with tears in her eyes. “I don’t really know what to say. I know sorry isn’t enough.” She cried. “But I just realized what I have thrown away. I wish there were some way that I could make it up to you. But I know there isn’t.” “I can’t even ask you for another chance because I don’t deserve one.” “I am a whore! A no good useless piece of pussy!” she cried. “What have I done?” crying uncontrollably. She fell to the floor shaking and crying. Tears washing down her face like a spring shower. Terrance looked at her. He didn’t want to feel sorry for her. He wanted to hate her. Make her feel as bad as he did. But he loved her too hard and too long. He hated to see her cry. Terrance reached down and picked her up from the floor. He carried her to the bathroom where he washed he face with a cool cloth. He then carried her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and sat down beside her. “Okay Angela, better now? Let me hear how you got us in this mess.” He asked in a calm voice. She looked at him, disbelief in her eyes. Why was he being nice to her? How could he? She was such a whore! She began to tell her tale. Susan James was a woman who started working in Susan’s office several months ago. Angela had felt sorry for her because she was new in town and was all alone. She had invited her for supper several times and to use their pool and spa. Susan also kept her company while Terrance was out of town. She also got Angela started on the club and bar scene. Angela was young when she and Terrance had dated and later married. It was all new and exciting to her. The men at the clubs bought her drinks and told how sexy she was. It made her feel good about her self. Terrance found out how it had gotten started. That bitch Susan James had talked Angela into trying out new dick. She had gotten Angela drunk at a bar on an out of town trip and picked up some stud friends of hers that live in Atlanta. Before Angela knew it she was naked in bed with a stranger. He had a big cock. It made Angela feel like she never had before. It was like a drug. She had to have more! The man was John Bright. He later came to work at the company (with help from Angela). At first it was now and then. Then it became an obsession. She started paying his rent and buying him gifts. Anything for that big cock. She knew that she was going to get caught sooner or later. But she never considered what it was going to cost her. Now she realized. Terrance looked at her. What the hell was he going to do? Stick to his plan. Don’t feel sorry for her. “Angela it’s obvious that we can’t stay married. You can’t have any respect for me to do what you did and to talk about me like you did.” Terrance said. “Talked? How could you know what I said?” Angela asked in surprise. “I have the entire house bugged. Every room has video cameras and microphones. I have hours and hours of videotape of you and your boyfriend at play. All your little conversations about my little dick and how stupid I was.” Terrance explained. Angela’s face fell. The tears started again. She was toast. He never would forgive her! Terrance went on. “So don’t try to lie or bullshit me. It won’t work. I also had a PI following you. I have his pictures and reports. You’re stone cold busted. So let’s get to the bottom line.” “I’m going to keep my house. I’ve changed all the accounts. You’ll need to open new ones for yourself. I’ve also closed all the joint credit accounts. I’m going to deduct your share from the joint savings and investment account. Also the cost of the PI and the surveillance equipment. And the money you took out of the accounts to finance your fun.” “You can have your choice of furniture. What you don’t want I’ll give away except for a few things. I’m having the house remodeled and redecorated. I want no memories of you and your boyfriend left behind.” “I want you out of my house tomorrow. The movers are coming in the morning to move your stuff out, and mine into storage. The builder is scheduled to start demolition on Wednesday. I’ve rented a furnished condo while my house is being worked on. I’ve also arranged for storage of your stuff till you find a place.” He said. Angela looked at him. “Twelve years over. Just like that? I never knew you could be this cold blooded.” Terrace’s eyes flashed. “No it’s not just like that. If you hadn’t been screwing around like a cheap whore we would still be together. But a leopard doesn’t change his spots. If I gave you another chance, what would you do with it? How long before you got tired of my ‘little dick’, and went hunting for a big one? I’m sorry, I can’t go through this again. I don’t know if I could ever trust you again. Without trust there is no chance.” “I’m being generous. My lawyer said I didn’t have to give you anything. With the documentation I’ve got and the pre-nuptial agreement, you’d be laughed out of court. But I’m trying to be fair. But don’t push your luck.” He said. Angela knew he was right. She was at his mercy. Tears rolled out of her eyes again. Terrace’s voice softened. “I heard that your company has an opening for a location manager in Washington State. I bet if you applied for it, you’d get it. It’s more money and a promotion. Plus a chance to start over in a new place. I’d take it if I were you.” Angela looked at him. “How do you know about my company? About new job openings?” “The owner of your company is an old SEAL buddy of mine. I helped him get it started. I also own 33 1/3 % of it. Take what you’re offered and go. Things are going to get real ugly at the location here. Big turnovers in personnel are on the way.” He answered. “What do you mean big turnover?” she asked Then it struck her, “Oh no! John and Susan? Who else?” she asked. “Don’t worry. Most of the changes are caused by a reduction in the number of staff positions. Some by poor performance. Some because they pissed off the wrong person. ME!” He said. “You need to worry about you. Take the money and run. Because if you don’t you’ll be unemployed and homeless. With a lousy reference from your last employer. I want you out of town. For my sake and yours.” “Why would you do anything to help me. After what I’ve done.” Angela asked “Because even after what you’ve done, I still love you in a way. This is for all the good times we had together. All the good memories. Take it as a gift from me.” He answered. “I also took all your jewelry out of the safe deposit box. It’s in a locked box in the top of your closet. But I would like your wedding and engagement rings back. They are family heirlooms and have great sentimental value to me. There is a check for the apprised value in the box.” He stated. Angela pulled them from her finger. It felt strange. She could count on one hand the number of times they had been off since that June day when Terrance had put them on her finger. She handed them to Terrance with tears in her eyes. “I though I’d never be giving them back. Especially like this. Oh GOD! What have I done.” She cried. She rolled off the bed on the floor at his feet. Grasping his pants leg she went to her knees. Sobbing, she begged. “Terrance don’t let it end like this! Please give me a chance. I’ll do anything! Please, I know I fucked up! Anything for a chance to win back your love! I can’t live without you. You’re my anchor. I’ll wither up and die without you!” Terrance looked at her. He also had tears in his eyes. “Angie, right now I just can’t do it. I’m sorry. It’s too soon. I’m still too raw. Still too hurt by your betrayal. I still have feelings for you, I won’t deny that.” “Lets give it time. You can start over in a new place. Maybe you need to learn to take care of yourself. I may have shielded you too much. Let’s give it time.” “We can stay in touch, by phone for a while. Maybe in person later.” “I should hate you and never want to see you again. But a part of me still loves you.” He said “Will you hold off on the divorce then?” she asked. “No I think we need to be free to pursue other relationships. Let’s learn about ourselves first. Then we can see what happens. I think we both need counseling. Maybe we can work through this. If not married at least as friends.” He said She cried some more. But in her heart she knew he was right. But God she was going to miss him. She’d be so alone. She got up and headed for the bathroom. She wanted to wash the smell of that disgusting John Bright off of her body. How could she have let an animal like that use her like a whore? She promised herself that if she every gave anyone her body again it would be someone who loved her as much as Terrance. IF that was possible. IF she could find a man to love her as much as Terrance did. That would be tough. But she was a big girl. She had made her bed and now she had to lay in it. No sense of whining and crying. This experience taught her several lessons. Ones that she would never forget. She would never let her hormones over ride her brain. And the most important was a good man is hard to find. If she ever got Terrance back, he would never have to worry about her doing anything stupid again. She’d be the perfect wife. And mother? Terrance had wanted children earlier in the marriage. But she wanted to establish her career first. Years had gone by. Now she wished she had his child. She felt empty. Her plan was to get on with her life. Do what she had to do to regain her self-respect. And most importantly win back Terrance. END OF PART ONE WHAT WILL HAPPEN? WILL TERRANCE AND ANGELA REUNITE? WHAT TWISTS AND TURNS AWAIT? STAY TUNED FOR PART TWO. SAME BAT TIME, SAME BAT CHANNEL! THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION WITH AN ADULT THEME! NOT TO BE READ BY THOSE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD! THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. ALL CHARACTERS AND SITUITIONS ARE A PRODUCT OF THE AUTHORS WARPED MIND! The Real Deal Ch. 02 This is the second part of a tale that features Terrance and Angela (Angie) Bradshaw. After 12 years of marriage Angela is talked into trying sex with a big dicked man. She becomes addicked (pun intended) to it. Terrance catches her in the act. (to really understand read Part I.) The story continues. Terrance watched Angie as she walked to the bathroom. God this was turning into a mess. He thought he would have no trouble carrying out his plan. After all she had cheated on him, cut him off (no pussy for months) and spent his money on another man. But those feelings for Angie kept getting in the way. He had loved her for a long time. Beside his mother and sisters, she was the only woman he had ever loved. He had wanted to be cruel and cutting, make her fell like shit. Wanted her to feel as bad as he felt. But that hadn't been necessary. She had done it to herself with very little help from him. Watching her cry ripped open his soul. Terrance had to change plans in mid stream. Her on her knees begging for a second chance was hard to take. Maybe she could change. Stranger things had happened. Then maybe not. Terrance thought that he was doing the best he could under the circumstances. Protecting himself, but giving Angie a chance for a good future. Also giving her hope that he could love her again. That was funny, He Had Never Stopped Loving Her! But loving someone and living with them and trusting them was something else. He'd see. Angela came out of the bathroom in her oversized nightshirt. It did nothing to hide her curves. But Terrace's mind went back to the videos of her in sexy lingerie that she never wore for him, but wore for her lover. Her having sex with him, letting him do things to her body that she never allowed him to do? The laughing and joking about his "little" dick. About how dumb he was not to have figured out his wife was fucking around. How they planned to cuckold him when he did find out. How it was so funny. How he was such a "wimp". At least he debunked the wimp theory and messed up the cuckold plan. But Terrance wondered what would have happened if he wasn't the man he was. Would Angie have gone along with it? That was a question he had to ask himself. What would she have done? Till he could satisfy himself with the answer, there would never be a them again. Angie looked exhausted. She looked pale and cried out. "Angie I'm going to sleep in the guest room. I can't sleep in a bed where you had sex with another man. We'll finish up our plans in the morning. Good night." He said. She looked up at him with troubled eyes. "I wish I could say something to make you feel better. Not to hate me. But I can't. There are no words to make it right. No way to undo what I've done. All I can do is to pray that you'll be able to forgive me in time. But please give me a chance to win back your love and respect. That's all I ask." She said "I'll do whatever you say, agree to the divorce, moving away. But please don't shut me totally out. Please." She finished. Terrance said, "We'll discuss it in the morning. Try to sleep." He left the room. It was going to be a long night. The first of many for both of them. THREE YEARS LATER. Angela Scott (he had insisted that she take back her maiden name after the divorce) walked from her car down the shaded walkway to her home. It was a cute little bungalow that had been painted yellow with white shutters. Angie had put many hours restoring the little house to its present condition. She viewed it as therapy. It was bright and cheerful. When she walked in the door all her troubles seemed to melt away. Funny. Living in that big house of Terrance's, with all the modern conviences, she never got that same feeling. Guess bigger doesn't make better. Boy did she learn that lesson. And not just about houses either. After all this time, not a day went by that she didn't think of Terrance. What a fool she had been. How stupid. But she had also learned to carry on with her life. Because there was a good chance that he would never want her again. But in her heart of hearts, she still hoped. And dreamed of him. It was funny; she hadn't had sex since that night when her world collapsed. Didn't even miss it. The only erotic dreams she had were of Terrance. Him making love to her in his gentle caring way. She had dated a few guys, but no one at work. Men seldom asked her out more than once. It was easy to tell that her heart wasn't in it. Angie had gone back to college and completed her bachelor's degree in business. Then her MBA. Last month she had passed the CPA exam. She was over qualified for her job here, but couldn't bring her self to leave, despite several offers from other companies. Angie guessed it was because it was her only connection to Terrance. Terrance, how much she missed him. In the beginning he called once or twice a week, mainly to make sure she was all right and adjusting to her new city and new job. But as time went by, he called her less and less. Now, he only called on holidays and birthdays. He even sent her presents on hers. But she could feel him becoming more and more distant. Angie checked her answering machine. One message. She played it back. It was a corporate headhunter with a job offer. In her old town. Near Terrance. She considered the positives and the negatives. Terrance might get pissed off. She would be back where people knew her. And probably what she had done. But being 3000 miles away wasn't helping her situation either. What the hell. If it didn't work out, she could always move somewhere else. It was time she got off her ass and started fighting for what she wanted. She was through beating herself up for her mistake. TWO MONTHS LATER. Terrance Bradshaw walked into his CPA's office. It was the time of year to start worrying about taxes. Actually it was only early December but Terrance never waited to the last minute. Plus he got that end of the year tips. He had been using the same CPA firm for 20 years. But last year old Mr. Richardson had a mild stroke and retired. He would be meeting his new accountant today. All he knew was that she was from the West Coast and highly qualified. First time having a female CPA. Wonder if she's cute. Wouldn't matter anyway. He still couldn't get over Angie. Terrance tried to date, but got nowhere. His heart wasn't in it. Even had sex once or twice. But it was just a physical act. Masturbation was better. At least he could pretend it was Angie. Enough depressing thoughts for now. On to business, his only refuge. He introduced himself at the front desk. The receptionist Told him Ms. Scott was waiting. Following the receptionist directions he came to Mr. Richardson's old office door. A new brass nameplate announced that this office belonged to Ms. A. Scott, MBA, CPA. Terrance stopped. No way! It couldn't be Angie. But when he looked in the door, there she sat. Her hair longer than before, but still auburn. Her hazel eyes looked up into his blue ones. GOD she was beautiful. "Well, Suprise, suprise, suprise! Bet you didn't expect to see me here." She quipped. "No I didn't. How long have you been working here? How long have you been in town?" he asked. "Today is my first full day here. Been in town three days. Been busy looking for a place to live. That sort of thing." She answered. "I sold my car to keep from driving cross country in the winter. My furniture is on the way. Should be here in two weeks. If the weather doesn't get any worse. Got a rental car now." "So how have you been Terrance? You look pretty good. Still working out? She asked. Angela knew she was rambling, but couldn't stop herself. She had been suprised when she checked her schedule and his name was on it. This wasn't how she planned to meet again. Terrance didn't look any better. But at least he didn't ramble. But GOD he was so handsome. How could she have ever screwed around on him? She really was an idiot! Terrance looked at her speechless. She was even more beautiful and sexy than she was three years ago. His heart went to his throat. He felt an instant erection. No other woman had been able to do that to him before or after Angie. He wanted her. Now! On her desk, right now! He wanted to pull off that prim little suit and take her in every way possible. But using all of his self-control, he managed to smile at her and ask how she was. After a few more minutes of inane conversation they got down to business. It was easy to see that she knew her job. She had reviewed his returns for the last three years. She had found several mistakes and overlooked deductions. She had prepared the 1040X's for his signature. It amounted to over $70,000. Terrance looked at her through different eyes. He saw a beautiful, sexy woman that she had always been, but he also saw a professional confident businesswoman. Terrance looked her in the eye. "Since you saved me so much money, the least I could do is take you to dinner. How about Alfredo's. Pick you up at eight?" Terrance asked. "That would be great. You want to pick me up at my motel or should I meet you at the house?" she asked. "Why don't you come by the house about 7:30. I can show you how it looks after the remodeling." He answered. "Fine to me. See you at 7:30." Angie answered As he stood to leave, He reached over and grasped her hand. Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss on her lips. "It's so good to see you. I'm glad you're here. Later." He said. As she watched him walk out, her body felt like it was on fire. Tonight couldn't come too soon. THE FIRST DATE. Angie drove down the familiar street. Everything looked pretty much the same till she got to her old address. Good GOD! The house looked totally different. Instead of a two-story colonial, it was a two-story log house with a detached four-car garage. As she got out of her rental car, Terrance came outside. "Well, what do you think? Different isn't it?" he asked. "What happened?" she gasped. "Well, when the contractor started demolition, he found that someone had remodeled the house without any attention to the building codes. Plus all the wiring and plumbing were all sub standard. There was major termite damage to the back of the house near the pool area. It was cheaper to tear it all down and start over." Terrence said. "I had always wanted a log home, and since I had no one else to please but myself. So that's what I had built. My friend Charlie is an architect who specializes in rustic style homes. So he designed and supervised the construction. No chance of substandard or out of code construction this time. They did a great job." Terrance explained. "It must have cost a fortune! It's so huge!" Angie said. "Well after I threatened to sue the old builder and the company that inspected the old house before we bought it and what the insurance paid for the termite damage, it wasn't a whole lot more than remodeling would have cost. Plus I didn't have anything or anyone else to spend money on so what the hell." Terrance said. "Anyway come inside and tell me what you think." He asked. After crossing the wide front porch to the double doors and inside the house, you entered a huge great room with a beautiful native stone fireplace. The walls were dark natural logs. Even the inside ones. But the ceilings were of a light blond pine. Rustic looking black iron chandeliers hung from the ceilings. The room was furnished with big brown leather furniture and rustic style tables. Old oil The lamps were of a design inspired by old oil lamps. The floors were a polished pine. Native American design throw rugs were scattered all over. A white bearskin rug lay in front of the fireplace. This was a man's room. No doubt. Terrance looked at her, question in his stance. "Well, what about it?" he asked. "It's beautiful," she said. "The room is decorated beautifully. Did you do it?" she asked. "Not hardly. Charlie's wife is a professional decorator. I told her what I liked and she came up with this. She did it for free. I allow her to use photographs of the finished product and she sometimes lets prospective clients view her work." He answer "She was just getting started." "She did a wonderful job! It really fits you." She answered. "Do you want to see the rest?" he asked. "Sure. I'd love it!" Angela answered The rest of the house was just as beautiful. But the Master suite was the killer. Terrance said, "This is where I spend a lot of my time. It contains my home office. A master bath with a spa, three walk in closets, a sitting room and the bed chamber." "It's beautiful! The colors and the furniture are perfect. The bath is perfect. Marble walls and floors and a regular spa. WOW!" she answered. I thought you might like the colors (dark blues and browns), and I bet you like the spa." Terrance said. "After the day I've had the spa would be wonderful. Trying to get settled in and meeting all my new clients. It was along day!" she answered Terrance looked at her with an odd expression on his face. He said, "We don't have to go to Alfredo's. I can throw steaks on the grill and toss a quick salad. While I'm doing that you can relax in the spa. How about that?" he asked Looking embarrassed, Angie said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like I was trying to get an invitation into your spa. I was just commenting on how nice it would be to have one available. Alfredo's is wonderful. I don't want you to put yourself out for me." She explained. "Whatever you like is okay with me. Whatever makes you happy. I'm easy." He answered "Then lets go to Alfredo's. I hope they still have that wonderful chicken cordon blue. I can already taste it." She answered. "Well then lets hit the road." He answered They left the house and got into his car. It was a vintage '66 Corvette. Candy apple red. It looked brand new. "Wow! What a sharp piece of machinery. How long have you had it?" She asked "About two years. I don't drive it much. But I thought this was a special occasion." He answered. "Well thanks. I think it's special too." She said The dinner was wonderful. The food was excellent, the service and the wine were great. They talked about their lives since the divorce. It was time spent feeling each other out. But avoiding the real issues. The trip home was quiet. Each thinking their own thoughts. When he pulled into the drive and parked the car, he asked, "Want to come in for a nightcap?" Angie looked him in the eye. "Sure, why not." She answered They entered the great room. "What would you like?" he asked "How about some wine? Rose if you have it." After getting her wine and him a beer, he sat by her on the sofa. "Well here we are. Are you ready to talk about what's on both of our minds, or do you want to dance around it some more." He asked. Taking a deep breath, she looked him in the eye. "I've missed you so much. I felt you drifting further and further away. I decided, even if it pissed you off I had to try. So here I am. I love you more than I did before all the crap I did. I know what I lost when you kicked me out. I hope that you have had time to forgive me. My last offer I made still goes. I'll do anything for a chance to win your love and respect again. Anything." She answered. Running his hand through his hair, He looked at her. Taking a deep breath, he answered. " I really tried to hate you. I tried to tell myself that a leopard doesn't change his spots that I was better off without you. But my heart wouldn't turn you loose. I tried dating, even had sex. But all I could think about was you." "I hoped by sending you away it would make you suffer. But I probably suffered as much as you. I still love you. There are issues that we need to address, and I won't say it will be easy. But I have to try. Either get over you once and for all or make it work." "I really think we need to go to counseling, I went for a while and it helped. But this is a new game. What about you? Do you want to try? Really try? Terrance asked. Angie looked at him astonished. She never expected this. She figured it would take months to get him to agree to give her a chance. "Oh honey, this is a dream come true. I went to counseling too. It made me understand how easy it is to screw up a relationship, but so hard to fix it. I told you, I'd do anything to get just a chance with you. You make the rules and I'll follow them. Curfew, bed checks, accounting for every penny I spend. Kinky sex, what ever you say goes." She answered with tears in her eyes. He took her into his arms and kissed her tenderly. "No baby. No games. Honesty, love, respect for each other and complete monogamy. Those are the only rules. If you decide you need more than I can give, then be honest about it and we'll go our separate ways. No hard feelings." He answered "Have you rented a place yet? If not, you can move in here. We'll put your furniture in storage. If it doesn't work, you'll still have it." He stated. "Oh honey, that's so wonderful! Yes, yes, yes! That's perfect. I love your house. Oh baby, kiss me. Please. I've dreamed of you night after night. Only you." She cried They kissed. Slow and gentle at first, but hotter and hotter. Angie felt more alive than she had in three years. She could feel her rock hard nipples rubbing against the lace of her bra. Feel the moisture coming from her hot hole. She could feel Terrance's hard erection against her stocking covered legs. His face was flushed and his breathing rapid. He picked Angie up off the sofa and headed for the stairs, up to the master suite. Dozens of thoughts went through her mind during that trip. When had Terrance become so solid? He carried her up that long flight of stairs (14 to be exact) without breathing hard. He looked so good, so handsome, so sexy. Even better than in her dreams. When they reached the bedchamber, Terrance set her on her feet, but still holding her in his arms. He kissed her again and again. Kisses trailing down her throat as he unbuttoned her silk blouse, exposing he lacy white bra. Reaching between her full, freckle topped breasts, he unhooked the front closure of her bra. He exposed her large firm breasts. The silver dollar sized aureole topped with-half-inch long nipples, were just waiting for his mouth to lave them. Angie wasn't idle. She unbuttoned his oxford shirt, slipping it off his shoulders, rubbing her hands across his broad chest. She then slid her hands lower to work the button of his jeans and to unzip his fly. The sensation of Terrance suckling at her breast was enough to make her to freeze. She could feel her juices running out of her moist slit. GOD, what a feeling. She felt on the verge of orgasm and he hadn't touched her slit. Her breathing had become rapid, a line of perspiration had appeared on her forehead. Terrance noticed her condition. He stopped. "Oh no you don't! You're not getting off so fast or so easily." He said. He lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the bed. He set her feet on the floor again. He then finished undressing her aroused body. He removed her small white thong, but left her white garter belt and tan stockings on. He noticed how wet her thong was. He could smell her sweet essence radiating from it. Filling his senses with the sweet scent of her arousal. He then laid her on the bed, while he finished tearing off his clothes. Once nude, he lay beside her on the bed. Studying her body like a work of art. In his mind DaVenchi"s most beautiful painting was a discount store poster compared to the art that was her body. She looked into eyes, seeing the need, seeing the want in them. Also the appreciation he had for her body. The Real Deal Ch. 02 His arousal was very obvious. Rock hard and pulsing. Blood pounding through the distended veins. How could she have ever thought him inadequate? What a fool she had been. "Honey, I want to go slowly and make it good for you. But I don't think I can hold out for long. I need you bad. Really bad." He gasped. "Please baby don't wait. I want you in me, Now! But go slow at first, I haven't had sex in a long time." She cried He stopped and looked at her. "How long?" he asked. "Not since that night. When my world crashed." She answered. "Oh love." Tears again came to his eyes. Terrence rose to his elbows. Lowering his head he gently sucked her nipples as he positioned his body over hers. Slowly he entered her. She was very tight. Almost as tight as the first time when he took her virginity in the back of his car on a back road. Slowly he pushed more and more into her wet slit. Finally his balls rested against her vaginal lips. He began a slow steady rhythm. Pulling part of the way out then back in. After awhile as she loosened up, he speeded up his rhythm. Faster and faster. All the way out, all the way in. Angie was lost in a world of her own. It was like all the dreams of Terrance had become now. He felt so good. Heaven. She was in Heaven. She must be dead and had gone to heaven. Oh what a feeling! After about 15 minutes of furious stroking, he felt himself reaching the end. "Oh baby, I'm about to cum. Oh GOD! So good. "Oh Honey, Shoot that load! Cum in my Hot PUSSY!!" She cried. At that he began bucking. It felt like his balls we trying to come through his dick. He could feel the hot cum traveling up his pounding dick. Finally it hit the end, out the hole and into her burning pussy. As she felt the stream of jism entering her, she came also. It was so intense! She felt the waves of satisfaction overwhelming her senses. Wave after wave of pleasure. Finally her overloaded senses could take no more and she passed out. Terrance finally caught his breath and rolled to her side. Sweat was pouring off him like he had run a marathon. He looked at the woman beside him. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Her hazel eyes slowly opened. Her pupils were dilated with passion. And love flowed from them. Pulling her close to him, he wrapped his arms around her sweat-dampened body. The scent of their lovemaking filled the air. Reaching down, he pulled the sheet over them. She lay her head on his chest. Looking up she said, "I love you Terrance. More than I can ever show you." He answered, "Love you too Babe. I've missed you." With that, they fell into a dreamless sleep. End of Part II. What comes next? Wait and see! The Real Deal Ch. 03 This is the third part of a multipart story. How many more parts there will be is dependent on the flow. If it becomes boring or becomes a struggle to write, that's all folks! Enjoy. The moral of this story is life isn't easy. THE MORNING AFTER. Terrance rolled over and felt a warm body next to his in the king-size bed. Somewhat confused in his half sleep half-awake mode, He finally remembered what had happened last night. Rising on one elbow, he looked over at the woman with the long auburn hair lying next to him. During the night the sheet had slipped down exposing her perfectly shaped breasts and long nipples. Angie was so beautiful. It was like coming home last night to make love to her and have her fall asleep in his arms. His world finally felt complete again. The hollow spot in his heart didn't feel quite as empty as it had the months and years before. Angie's hazel eyes slowly opened, showing the same disorientation that his had earlier. Her lush lips let out a small sigh. Angie looked at Terrance. It wasn't a dream. She had really made love with him and fell asleep in his arms. Oh God. Her prayers had been answered. Terrance said, "Good morning Sunshine. How are you this fine morning?" Angie looked at the man she loved so much. "Wonderful, Lover." She answered with a wide smile. They embraced. Running his hands over her smooth flesh, he felt his erection rising to full mast. She turned him on quicker than anyone. Angie laughed. "Hold on stud! I need to pee and take a quick shower. After last night I know I stink. I want to be clean and fresh for you. But your more than welcome to join me in the shower." She gracefully climbed out of the bed, still wearing her stockings and white garter belt from last night. She shook her perfect heart shaped derrière at him as she strolled to the bathroom. Terrance watched her as she left the room. Suddenly his mind flashed back to another time when he saw her garter belted ass walk across a room. It wasn't a good thought. It was when he watched her leave her lover in their bed. On videotape. Three years ago. Damn. He thought he had gotten past that. He had destroyed all the tapes and photographs after the divorce became final. But some of the images were still burned into his memory. Damn and double damn. His bubble had suddenly popped. All the hurt and anger returned. Damn her for doing this to him again. Making him feel this way. He lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, trying to understand his sudden mood change. It bothered him that he couldn't seem to get past the memories. To leave them in the past and go on with his future. Angie left the bathroom after her shower. She was suprised that Terrance hadn't joined her. When she entered the bedchamber and saw the expression on his face she knew something was wrong. Really wrong. "What's the matter Terrance? Did I do something to upset you? Tell me what's wrong?" she asked. He was unable to look her in the eye. He felt guilty about making promises to her that he maybe couldn't keep. Doubt now plagued him. Would he be able to live with her again? Would he be able to trust her again? She stared at him in silence, unable to speak. Fear overwhelmed her. Her eyes heavy with unshed tears. She turned away and started picking up her clothes where they lay all over the bedchamber. As she started to dress in her mussed clothes, she finally spoke. "Don't answer that Terrance. I know what it is. You had your piece of ass and now your having the morning after blues. Figured that you offered too much, too fast. Don't worry, I won't hold you to anything you promised. I know you think I'm still a whore." She said in a low calm voice. "But I told you the truth. This is the first time I've had sex since that night. But in your eyes I'll always be a whore." "Well honey," she added in a sarcastic tone of voice, "I paid for my crimes. I let you run me out of town, gave you what you wanted in the divorce settlement. I'm done paying. It's time for me to start over. Build a new life. I hoped with you. But it's pretty obvious that I'll always be a SLUT in your eyes." As she finished dressing, She looked at him one more time. "I thought you were a kind compassionate man. I felt so guilty about treating you the way I did. But you know, maybe I was too hard on myself. Maybe you've always been a vengeful cold man. Maybe that was the reason I found another lover." She said. "Goodbye Terrance. Oh and don't worry, I'm leaving town again. This time because I want to. Hope you had fun and enjoyed the pussy. And humiliating me. Again." She said as she headed for the door. Terrance watched her leave the room, the whole time his mind was processing what she had said. "Damn" he shouted. He was about to let the best thing in his life get away because he was a petty bastard. "Angie" he screamed as he ran down the stairs. Terrance caught her, as she was about to open the front door. "Angie, please listen to me. You're right. I am being a petty bastard. I'm so sorry baby, Please forgive me." He begged. "It just wasn't a piece of ass, we just didn't fuck or have sex, we made love. Beautiful love. I do love you so much Baby." He cried. Angie tried to pull away. Tears were streaming down her face. Her body racked by sobs. Terrance gathered her into his arms and walked to the sofa. Cuddling her tightly against his chest. Finally getting control of her self, she looked into his eyes. "What caused this. I want to know. I have the right and the need to know.," she asked. After a minute or two of hesitation, Terrance finally answered. "Would you believe pure stupidity? How about being a mindless idiot who almost let the best thing in his life walk away? How about a fool who let his doubts and fears overwhelm what his brain and his heart knows to be true?" "The truth is I saw you walk to the bathroom in your hose and garter belt and had a flashback to the videos of you and John. I don't know why it came but it did. I let all my hurt and fear take over for a few minutes. But I'll never hurt you again if I can help it. And no, you are not a SLUT, just a women who made a mistake and paid for it." He said "Do you still have those video's" she asked "Will you drag them out when you want to punish me again." "No! I destroyed them and the photographs, detective reports the whole deal as soon as the divorce was final. I would never hold them over your head, Never!" Terrance exclaimed. "I thought everything was wonderful last night. That we were going to put the past behind us and start over. Now the next morning it's like it was three years ago. I can't go through this again. Never. You need to be certain what you really want." Angie stated. "I know I love you, want to be your wife again, even the mother of your children. But I can't give away my self- respect in the process. I worked too hard to get it back. And I won't give it up for you or anyone else." She stated "If you need time to be sure, that's okay. If you want to get counseling first, or just date for awhile that's okay. I just want you to be 1000% sure." Angie said. Terrance felt so frustrated with himself. The thing he wanted the most was in his grasp and he almost threw it away. "Darling, I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I know exactly what I want. It's you! Always you. I do want to get counseling, but I want us to be together. I love you, Baby. I want to go on dates, spend all the time together we can. I want to make love to you 10 times a day if possible. I want to avoid all the mistakes we made in the past. But I mostly want to love you 24/7. I want to be your man." Terrance said. Angie looked at him. The expression on her face wasn't encouraging. He could see the hurt and uncertainty in her eyes. Had he blown it? "Terrance, I really love you. But now I'm not sure I can trust what you say. You hurt me, really badly. I gave you all I had. This morning you threw it back in my face. I really need time to think about what has happened this morning." She said. "I really don't know what to say Angie. I know I was wrong and said so. I'll do what it takes to convince you that my love for you is real and that I do want to start over." "But this is new ground for both of us. I'm sorry, I'm human just like you. I thought I had a better handle on my emotions, but maybe I don't. But I know that the hurt is still there and work to keep it at bay till it finally goes away for good. All I can do is try. I can't in all honest tell you that it won't happen again. But I'll try." Terence explained She studied his face again and could read the remorse there. Was she expecting things to be perfect like in her dreams? Never a crossword or hurt feelings? Was that a realistic expectation, she asked herself. Being honest with her self she knew they both still had issues. Angie said, "Your right. It isn't going to be easy. It's gonna take hard work on both of our parts to make it work. Why don't I fix breakfast and we can talk about it. I can't wait to try out that wonderful kitchen. She kissed him lightly on the lips. She then smiled and got off his lap. "Not to be ugly Baby, but you need to go shower. You really stink!" she laughingly said "Why you Huzzy I should spank your butt till it glows! " he said. "No no, I gave you the chance for kinky sex but you turned it down. Your out of luck now!" She said as she ran from the great room. Terrance watched her as she left, his heart full of love and admiration. He started up the stairs to shower so he wouldn't "STINK". THE NEW PLAN. After a wonderful breakfast, they ate in the sunroom, they got down to business. Angie asked Terrance if he still wanted her to move in with him. After thinking for a minute he said. "Yes I really would like that. The more were together the quicker we can work things out. But if your not comfortable with the idea we can delay it for awhile." Angie said, "No. I want to be with you 24/7. I've missed you so much. I've got three long lonely years to make up for. "I guess we need to decide who's going to be responsible for doing what. Like laundry, shopping, cooking, and cleaning." She said, "Well as far as cleaning and laundry, I have a lady that comes in three times a week to clean and do laundry. I don't see why she should quit coming unless you're crazy about doing that stuff. I know I'm not. As far as shopping, we can take turns or do it together. As far as cooking we both like to cook, so again we'll take turns. That sound okay to you?" he asked "Sounds like a winner to me. But let me ask you. Why would you never let me hire help before? I know we had the money." She asked "I guess that's because I was such an asshole. I guess I thought you being the wife, all that stuff was your job. Now I know better. I'm willing to make things as easy as possible, and to do my fair share." He explained "Well, well, now the truth comes out. I defiantly like your new outlook I always hated household chores. It really pissed me off that I was working full time and you still expected me to do all the housework myself." She stated Holding up his hands in surrender, he said, "I know, another example of what an asshole I was.' "Well now that we have that settled, let's get down to business. Let's get you checked out of the hotel and all your stuff moved in. Then we probably should see about getting you a car of your own. I know rentals are expensive. What about that for a plan? " He asked "She looked at him with an odd look on his face. "I was getting worried for a moment. " She said "Why?" he asked. "Well it looked like you were trying to tell me what to do without asking my opinion, like you used to do. But you saved it in the end by asking me if it was a plan." "That's something else that used to drive me nuts. You acted like I was too stupid to think by myself. But again your new attitude comes shining through. And you did it without me saying a word. Good start!" she explained Terrance thought about it for a second. Finally he shook his head. "Damn! I really was an asshole. You know I never realized. Thanks for noticing." He said smiling. He then gathered her into his arms and kissed her face and neck, making his way downward. He then unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped the front hook of her bra. Finally he reached his goal and started making love to her nipples with his tongue. Terrance looked up for a second. "I have a better plan. How about we return to bed and make love for several hours, then go out. What you say?" he asked. Angie, about to cum in her panties agreed to the plan. Back to the bedroom they went. LOVE IN THE AFTERNOON. They went up the stairs hand in hand. Stopping every few steps to exchange light kisses. Finally they reached the bedroom. Shedding clothes as they headed for the bed. Terrance told her, "This time it's gonna be nice and slow. I'm gonna make you work. Work real hard." "Is that so? Well let's see the hard I have to work with." She answered as she pushed him on the bed. Getting between his legs, she took the head of his throbbing member into her mouth. Running her tongue around and around, tasting his sweet Precum. Sucking gently for a few moments she began to run her tongue and lips up and down his rock hard dick like she was licking a Popsicle. Faint moans were coming from Terrance. The more she worked the louder the moans. He tried to reach down and pull he up to his chest. Angie pushed his hands away. "Oh no you don't" She said, " It's my turn to play". Looking into his eyes, she worked on his cock. In and out, up and down. Finally stopping, she straddled his legs. Positioning herself on his erect tool, she slowly eased herself down on his throbbing prick. Working up and down, she slowly worked the both of them toward orgasm. After what seemed forever, but was only 10 or so minutes, Terrance could stand it any longer. Flipping her on her back, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and entered her quickly. Pounding and pounding. All you could hear was the sound of flesh coming together, and the moans and groans coming from both of them. The smell of sex was in the air. Hot sweating bodies lost in the heat of passion. Finally neither of them could stand anymore. Terrance shouted, "Oh god I'm coming---. Angie cried, "Oh yes baby, Come in my hot pussy. Yes, yes, yes." Terrance finished filling her hot love hole with hot juicy cum, then fell to he side trying to catch her breath. Looking at satisfied women at his side, he again was amazed at her beauty. Groaning, he made himself get up from the bed and headed into the bathroom. He better take another shower. He didn't want to be accused of stinking. Angie watched him walk across the room. That man had a fine behind. She tried to remember if Terrence had been in such good shape when they were married. She didn't think so. She thought he had a small bulge at his stomach. He sure didn't now. Not one ounce of fat anywhere that she could see. Guess after his altercation with John Bright, he decided he needed to stay in shape. Angie laid back on the bed. She wondered what had happened to John and Susan James. She hadn't heard from either of them since. John was probably scared for his life. Terrance had threatened him with death if he even talked to her. She knew that son of a bitch had a very well developed sense of survival. Angie had called Susan that next day. That bitch had the nerve to laugh and ask her what had she expected. If you're going play, you have to pay. That's what that whore told her. That's all right she got hers. When she got to work that morning, she was terminated. No severance pay, no recommendation no nothing but a Security escort from the building. John was fired by phone and letter. Told not to come near the building or be arrested. Angie got the scoop from a real friend of hers at work (One that had warned her about John and Susan.) Oh well that was in the past. This was a new day and a new time. The future looked bright. She got up off the bed and joined her husband in the shower. EPILOGUE. Three years later. Angie Bradshaw watched her husband as he played in the park with their 28-month-old, twin sons, Ian and Sean. Angie must have gotten pregnant that first day. They hadn't thought about protection. She must have really been fertile. Looking back over the past three years, there had been joy and pain. The joy from falling in love again, learning to share thoughts and problems. The joy of finding out she was pregnant with twins. The joy of building a new life together. The pain from all the time they had lost because of her stupidity, knowing she could have had the joy of children earlier. The last three years had not been all sunshine and smiley faces. They had to work hard to rebuild the trust, to put the past heartache behind them. Many hours were spent with a physiologist, working through the pain and the guilt. But the love and commitment had been there. They had made it. Terrance and the boys ran up to the bench she was seated on. Terrance, God how she loved him. Terrance looked at her as she hugged their sons close. "Your mighty quiet today. What's up? He asked Angie looked at him. "Terrance I have something to tell you." She said. He gave her a questioning look. "What is it honey?" "I know we wanted to wait till the twins were three or four before we had more kids. I must have goofed with my pills. I'm pregnant." Terrance looked at her with wide eyes. Angie lowered her head, "I'm sorry Honey. I didn't do it on purpose. Really." Terrance asked "How soon?" "Seven and a Half months." She said Terrance lifted her chin, looking in her eyes. "Honey this is wonderful. You know I love kids. I only wanted you to wait so you wouldn't wear yourself out. I was ready months ago." He said softly. "Really? I was scared you were going to be mad." She said. "How could I be mad at you? You're the perfect wife and mother. And I love you so much." He stated. "Oh Terrance I love you." She said. Helping her up from the bench, they walked hand in hand with their sons into the setting sun. THE END? For now anyway. Thanks for all the nice comments. POST PUBLISHING NOTE: A FEW WORDS ABOUT SOME OF THE COMMENTS I'VE RECEIVED. \1. I AM NOT BLAMING THE HUSBAND FOR HIS WIFE'S MISCONDUCT. I AM HOWEVER SAYING NOT EVERYTHING IS BLACK AND WHITE. THERE ARE SOME GRAY AREAS. 2. THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE NOVEL! ALL IT SHOWS IS HOW THESE SITUATIONS END SOMETIMES. 3. THIS STORY IS A LOT MORE REALISTIC THAN SOME GUY CATCHING HIS WIFE IN BED WITH SOME STUD, AND HIS DICK GETTING HARD AND HIM BECOMING A SEX SLAVE. GIVE ME A BREAK! MOST GUYS WOULD POP A CAP IN Studley, OR SNEAK BEHIND HIM WITH A BASEBALL BAT. 4. NOT EVERYONE IN THE WORLD IS AN AMORAL ASSHOLE. REMEMBER THIS IS THE 21ST CENTURY. EVER HEAR OF AIDS, HERPES OR THE CLAP? EVEN IF I HAD NO CHARACTER AT ALL, I WOULDN'T WANT MY WIFE SCREWING AROUND, JUST FROM A HEALTH POINT OF VIEW. SO IN CONCLUSION, THIS IS THE LAST PART OF THIS STORY. LIKE OR DON'T LIKE IT. THAT'S WHAT FREEDOM FROM CENSORSHIP IS ALL ABOUT! THE REAL DEAL PART III [part 3 of 3] By: Rob Conners. THE REAL DEAL (PART III) BY: ROB CONNERS This is the third part of a multipart story. How many more parts there will be is dependent on the flow. If it becomes boring or becomes a struggle to write, that's all folks! Enjoy. The moral of this story is life isn't easy.