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The Rings

By: Kathi



"Here, let me help you get dressed," he says as he helps pull the tight skirt up over her thighs before inserting the hook into the eye at the waistband. Holding the bottom of the zipper he lifts the tab up and tucks it in under the covering fabric. 

Fitting the matching top over her head he is careful not to disturb her hair. The dress clings to her body and the top drapes itself over her bra less breasts. Her nipples are already erect with the anticipation of the evening and the night to come. Her only underwear is a sheer, silken g-string and taupe, fully-fashioned thigh highs. She poses for her husband in her white, high-heeled sandals with the thin strap clasped around her ankle. Her make-up is perfectly applied, complementary without being overdone. Her fingernail polish matches her painted toenails showing through the reinforced toes of her stockings. He frowns. Her outfit needs something else to make it complete. He chooses a thin necklace and fastens it around her beautiful neck. His fingers brush her hair back to show her tiny earrings. 

Taking a few steps back he pauses and his admiring look tells her that she is beautiful and desirable. 

"Are you sure this is what you want?" she asks. 

"Yes," he replies. "I have wanted to watch you with another man for the last five years of our marriage." 

"I love you," she says and kisses him, barely touching his lips to avoid smearing her lipstick.

They pause outside of the entrance to the hotel for a last word. The doorman waits.

Kissing her gently on the cheek he reminds her, "Room 1017," and presses a key card into her hand. 

As they enter the lobby they separate. He goes towards the elevators and she enters the hotel lounge. 

Pausing for a moment to allow her eyes to become adjusted to the dim lounge lighting she then walks to the bar. Taking a seat on a leather-backed barstool she places her tiny, white-beaded purse on the bar and orders a Dixie Stinger. 

The bartender sets her drink in front of her and introduces himself as, "Joe. Just plain, Joe The Bartender." 

"Karen is my name, nice to meet you." 

"Are you a guest here."

"No."

"Expecting anyone?"

"No. I'm here alone."

He wonders what she is up to as he glances at her left hand and notes her, not so new, wedding and engagement rings. 

It is early and the lounge is just beginning to fill. Several businessmen types in suits enter and stand around at the bar. 

One comes over to her. "Is this seat taken?" he asks as he places his hand on the stool next to her. 

She smiles. "No. It is all yours."

"My name is Kent."

"Karen. Nice to meet you."

Their hands touch.

They chat about the weather and the city. He is here on business and will be leaving tomorrow. She lives in the city but just wanted a night out, alone. 

"Another Stinger please." 

"Here. Please let me buy that for you."

"Why, thank you. You're very kind."

A small combo sets up and starts to play soft dance music. 

"Would you like to dance?"

"Yes."

They find they fit together nicely as dance partners. He is good and she anticipates his every step. They hold each other in the classic dance position, their bodies barely touching. A fast number starts and they swing right into the music. She whirls and he looks at the tops of her stockings when her dress swirls up. Midway through the dance she stops and gently fans herself. 

"Whew. That's enough for now." 

She starts back to their place at the bar. He follows but he doesn't sit on his stool, he stands next to her and puts his arm around the back of her stool.

He watches her pink lips as she sips her drink. She looks up at him, extends the tip of her tongue and licks the ice sweat off of the rim of her glass. 

"I have to make a telephone call," he says. "Will you save my seat for me?"

"Yes."

"That was quick," she says when he returns.

"I just canceled my dinner engagement with some of my coworkers."

"Was it important?"

"Yes, but right now you are more important."

The combo is playing another slow dance number. 

"Dance?"

He clasps her hand and leads her the few steps to the dance floor. He holds her close and she doesn't resist. She feels his hand caressing her back through her dress. She shivers. 

"Are you cold?" 

"A little."

His arm tightens around her as he pulls her right hand onto his chest and covers it with his left. Her nipples are rubbing against the inside of her dress. They are hard and starting to ache. She smiles into his neck as she feels his hand investigate her back to see if she is wearing a bra. Next it slides down to the top of her backside and she can feel him softly searching with his fingertips. 

"Yes, I'm wearing panties. A g-string."

Caught, he stiffens and moves his hand up onto her back.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I am enjoying it."

"Are they wet?"

"You are the brazen one aren't you?"

"Are they?"

"Yes."

"You are married, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Does your husband know you are here?"

"Of course, he is sitting at one of the tables watching us right now."

He pulls back away from her, "You're kidding? Right?"

"No, I'm not. That's him with the tan sports coat."

"What's this all about? You're not a cop are you?"

"No. He likes to watch."

"I'm not sure I want to get involved in this."

"Don't worry, everything will be all right." She moves her body a little to the right of his and presses back against him. She is now straddling his leg. He can feel her rubbing herself on his leg, just above his knee. He is getting hard.

"Kiss me please." Tilting her head back she moves her lips towards his. Their mouths touch and she relaxes her lips to allow tongue to lick at his. He opens his mouth and she rubs her tongue between his teeth and lips. The combo had moved into another number some time before but the couple kissing on the dance floor doesn't even notice. They are moving to their own rhythm. 

The music stops and this time they both notice it and break apart. They are flushed and sweaty. She has a sheen of perspiration and saliva ringing her mouth. Extending her tongue, she licks it off. He stops her as she turns to go back towards their seats. 

"Wait a minute," he orders, still holding onto her. 

She turns to look at him and he pulls her in front of him so he can adjust himself inside of his trousers. 

"Did I do that to you?" she laughs.

"Your damn right you did," he replies as they return to their seats. 

"I have to tinkle."

"That sounds interesting. May I watch?"

"Maybe later. I'll be back in a minute."

"Does he know I'm here?" asks her husband at the door to the rest rooms.

"I told him. It doesn't seem to matter. He's really nice."

"Are you ready to go up to the room?"

"Yes, give me ten minutes or so."

"I'll get everything ready. I'll be waiting."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

His hand is touching her back as she inserts the key card into the slot in the door lock of room 1017. The green light comes on and she removes the card and pushes the door open. He follows her into the dimly lit room. The table lamp is illuminated but its light is dimmed by what appears to be a piece of red gauze covering it. The bed is turned down and a single, red rose rests on the pillow. Several, plastic wrapped, condoms are lined up on the bedside table. The furniture has been rearranged and an armchair is pushed back into a corner as far as it can go. The dim light reflects off of the lens of a camera resting on the lap of the person sitting in the chair.

"Who...?"

"Sshh," she says, covering his lips with her fingers. "He won't bother us. Don't be alarmed. He will take some photos later. Your face won't be in them."

"I don't think I can handle this."

"Yes you can. Here let me help you."

She slips his jacket down his arms and folds it neatly as he unbuttons his shirt. 

Unzipping the waist of her skirt, she shimmies it down her hips. It drops to the floor and she steps out of it with one leg, before lifting it with the toe of her other shoe. Retrieving it from her lifted foot, she folds it and places it on a chair. He stops undressing and stares at her breasts as they gently bob under her top. The sharp contrast between her exposed white thighs, her taupe colored stockings and the dark pubic hair showing through her sheer panties brings him back to full erection in an instant. She moves towards him with her erect nipples emphasized by the soft material of her top. 

"I...I...," he stuttered. "God damn you are beautiful."

"Thank you," she says and pulls him by his belt over to the sofa. 

He stands in front of her as she sits down on the edge of the sofa. He removes his loafers using his toes to pry them off of his feet. She looks up at him with a smile on her face and measures his hardness with her hand. 

"You're going to kill me," he says.

"I'm going to try," she replies as she unbuckles his belt, unhooks his pants and pulls his zipper down. His trousers bump onto the floor, weighted down by his belt and his wallet.

"Oh, silk boxers. How sexy."

She holds him by his ass with one hand and pulls the fly of his boxers to the side until his hard cock protrudes from its hiding place. She grasps his shaft with both hands and pulls him into her mouth. A camera flash lights up the room.

He jumps and tries to pull away. "Uh, uh," she says around his cock and she pulls him back into her mouth. His eyes are still blinded by the light and he can see stars as he looks down at her concave cheeks sucking him deep into her hot, moist mouth.

"Oh, my God! Your mouth is heavenly. Don't stop." 

She stops. Pulling her mouth off of him, she grasps him by the hips and turns him around until he sits on the sofa next to her. Kneeling on the floor she removes his trousers, pulls his socks off and urges him to raise his hips so she can lower his underwear. She giggles as his hard cock springs back up from underneath the waistband of his shorts.

"Ready?" she asks. He senses a figure standing next to the sofa but his full attention is riveted on her. She kneels on the floor between his naked legs and slides her left hand up over his thigh. Spreading her fingers wide she places her hand on his pubic bone right at the root of his cock. She uses her thumb to reach under his pulsing cock to lift it up so it is pointing at her mouth. His eyes have again become accustomed to the dim light and he watches her as she closes her mouth around the head of his cock. Clamping her lips just behind the ridge of his crown he feels her tongue caressing his glans as her cheeks collapse. She sucks hard. 

Her wedding and diamond engagement rings glow in bright contrast to her tanned skin as her hand caresses his groin. A camera flash illuminates her face. He sees the look on her face and in an instant he realizes that she is not doing this for him. She is doing it for the man she loves. The man she is looking up at. The man taking the photo. Her husband.

The Rings



It was several weeks ago that it happened. It was a Thursday morning and I was up trying to get our two kids ready for school when the phone rang. Since it was only 7:30 I wondered who could be calling. Caller ID said it was an out of area code number which made me wonder even more. 

"Hello." I spoke into the mouth piece.

"John, its me."

It was Clare, my wife. Wonder what she wants I thought since we'd just talked together the evening before. 

My wife works as a representative for a small marketing and printing firm in our medium sized city and travels a lot. I'm more or less the care giver for our kids as I work at home with only occasional forays into our office in town. Anyway, it works for us and between the two of us we make pretty good money. We have a nice 4 bedroom home in the suburbs with a pool and a nice bunch of friends.

"What's up Clare?"

"I've got a problem honey. My purse was stolen last evening when I went down to the hotel lobby to get a newspaper. Iyou need to cancel our credit cards and get them to issue new ones as soon as possible. I've talked to Joy, my boss, and she's going to get a new company American Express card sent to me overnight so I can have it by tomorrow before I check out. She's also wiring some cash to tide me over.

"Your usually very careful with your purse. What happened?"

"I was a little careless and set it down on the cashiers counter while I went to get more reading material and when I got back it was gone. The cashier says she was distracted by another customer and didn't see anything. My driver's license is gone too but the hotel is sending out someone to check garbage containers in the area and I hope they find it or I'll have to take a cab to my meeting today."

"OK, I'll take care of the credit cards as quick as I can."

"I'm sorry about being so careless honey. Hopefully, it won't cost us anymore than the two hundred dollars or so that I had in my purse. The other cards I had can be replaced in time. Most of my makeup was up in the room so I'll be ready for my presentation this morning. How are the kids? I miss you guys."

That's what happened about six weeks ago. I managed to get the credit cards cancelled before any charges appeared and they did find her purse with her drivers license and other non-credit cards intact so I just forgot about it. Our lives went on.

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Today I'm looking at a statement from my wife's account at Fidelity. She maintains a separate investment account because that's where she deposited the inheritance after the passing of her parents in an auto accident a few years ago. I try to respect her privacy in regards to this account but I was searching for our home insurance policy and ran across a folder with the monthly statements on her account. I knew when her parents died the inheritance was about $350K and I wondered what the value of the account was now. I was pleased that it was now in excess of $400K. As I glanced at the statement I noticed a withdrawal on the money market account of $3K about 6 weeks ago and I wondered what she'd used the money for.

My curiosity was aroused and I went into the details of her money market account and found she'd written a check for that amount to a jewelry store in the city where she'd lost her purse a couple days after she'd been there. "What did she buy in a jewelry store?" I wondered. She hadn't bought anything for me or hadn't heard her mention anything about buying jewelry for anyone else. She has a brother but I didn't think he warranted a $3K present. After several moments of thought I went to the PC and found the jewelry store's web site and noted the phone number. Picking up the phone I dialed the store.

The phone was picked up by a woman who identified the store and then asked how she could assist me. I identified myself and the transaction I was interested in then explained that we'd had a problem with the purchase and wondered if there was a store warranty on it. She took a minute to look it up on her PC and asked me, "What appears to be the problem with the rings? "

Rings? I asked myself. What rings would she be buying?

I was fortunate when the girl on the phone suddenly spoke up again.

"Oh, I remember that purchase. The lady was quite distraught when she came in and told us her wedding and engagement rings had been stolen and she wanted replacements. It took us quite awhile to find two rings that would satisfy her. She used a company credit card as collateral and mailed us a check a few days later. You say that there's a problem with them? We offer a ninety day store warranty on them. Is the diamond setting loose?"

She replaced her engagement and wedding rings? I was confused. She never mentioned loosing them; only that her purse had been stolen. I had to think more about this.

"Look," I told the girl. "I need to talk with my wife about this and get back with you. I'll call back later."

"Ok, goodbye." 

She sounded puzzled but not as puzzled as I was.

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Obviously, the rings must have been in her purse when it was stolen. Why would they have been in her purse unless she didn't want others to know she was married. There were no restrictions on marriage as far as her job that I was aware of. However, if she wanted to appear unmarried in a social situation, I rationalized, it could mean that she wanted to be a player when she was away from home. The thought gave me an immediate queasy feeling in my stomach. We'd been married eleven years and had two children, Jeremy, 7 and Melissa, 6 and I thought we had an ideal marriage and family. Our love life was good, or so I thought. Why would she go looking for sex outside our marriage? She usually traveled once a month and was away two or three nights at a distant city so if she wanted to play she would feel safe doing it then. The loss of her rings must have really scared her and she decided to replace them with some some as close as possible to the originals. I'd bought them when I wasn't making as much money and they weren't fancy so it wouldn't have been terribly expensive to purchase a good likeness of them. She could have filed a claim with our insurance company but I would have most likely found out about it.

If she did have her purse stolen in the hotel she must have reported it. I wondered what she told them about the loss. I found the number of the hotel and gave them a call. I asked them if they had a record of my wife's purse being stolen. When they indicated they did have a written record of the the incident I asked if they could FAX me a copy. Within a few minutes I had copy.

The report was made and signed by Clare. In it she described how her purse had been stolen while she was dancing in the lounge. She'd left the purse in the booth where she'd been sitting and it was gone when she got back to her seat. The hotel had noted that Clare had not wanted the police involved.

My thoughts were going wild with the implications of what I'd discovered. She had lied to me by omission by not telling me about her rings being stolen and had lied when she told me it had been stolen in the gift shop. Maybe there was some other explanation for this but I couldn't picture a different scenario than the ugly thoughts that were going around in my head. I knew I'd have to find out what the loss of those rings meant or it would drive me crazy wondering but it was becoming obvious the rings were in her purse while she was dancing with some unknown male..

She been on a trip since then a couple of weeks ago and was due to go on another trip in a couple of days and I needed to get a little more information on the itinerary for her next trip. I wanted to find out what she did in the evenings when she was away from home. If she had been being intimate with other men, maybe the loss of her rings was enough to scare her from doing anything more. I knew if I found out she'd been unfaithful to me it would probably be the end of our marriage although the impact on the kids was something I didn't want think about. She was an excellent mother, but I couldn't allow her to have custody if we split and she was going to be traveling and screwing around.

My mind was going a mile-a-minute trying to think of ways to find other clues concerning her faithfulness.

What other clues might tell me what she was doing on her trips? Would she fuck them bareback or would she have them use condoms? I would bet she had them use condoms as she wouldn't chance bringing something home or getting pregnant. I'd had a vasectomy after our second child was born and a pregnancy would be an absolute no - no. She couldn't trust the man to bring condoms so she must carry her own supply. Where would she keep them? She wouldn't keep them at home or in her car so she would have to keep them in her office at work. They would probably be with her when she left for her business trips. She always carried her business papers, laptop and presentation materials in a large brief case that she kept at her office. However, if she were leaving on an early morning flight she would bring the bag home the evening before and then take it and her suitcase to the airport. That was the key; I had to find an opportunity to search that brief case before she left. I hoped her next trip required an early morning flight.

I decided I would have to be calm about this so I didn't alert her that there was something wrong. I need not have worried because once the kids got home from school I was too busy to worry but the possibility that she was cheating on me remained in the back of my mind. When Clare got home from work I was involved in a minor accident while preparing dinner as a dish of beans had slipped out of my hands and fallen to the floor. My usual calm was involved in cleaning up the mess and with the kids running around I looked a little frazzled so I don't suppose she noticed anything odd in my demeanor. After things had calmed down and the mess cleaned up I welcomed her with a kiss on the cheek as I usually did and we sat down to eat.

We usually chatted about our day as we ate so I didn't think it would be unusual to ask about her up coming trip. 

"Are you off again in a couple of days.?"

Oh, yes. Its pretty much the same thing again. I'm not looking forward to it."

"If you don't like it why don't you apply for a different position. You've been with them long enough and know enough about the company, you could fit in just about anywhere."

"I've thought about it but I want to stick it out a little longer before settling down to a desk job."

I decided to prick her conscience a little.

"The kids and I miss you very much when you're gone."

"I know and I'm sorry about that. I miss you too."

"So, where are you going this time and do you leave in the morning so we can get together before you leave?" I leered at her, mindful that the kids were listening. 

I thought I was doing a good job of acting as though things were normal although I was having a hard time eating with my stomach in turmoil. She obviously thought things were normal because she responded in kind. I wondered if her stomach was giving her problems, but she seemed to be eating without difficulty. Maybe I was wrong about her but I f I could search her case I'd have a better feel for her fidelity.

"I'm only going to Denton so I'll be leaving in the morning on a 7:30 flight and I'll need something to tide me over till I get back on Friday." She winked back at me.

"That's good." I winked back trying to act normal and she blushed.

That meant she'd be bringing the case home with her the evening before she left and wouldn't be going into work before she left for the airport. Her blase attitude about her trip in front of our kids and myself would seem to indicate she wasn't playing around when she was away or she had grown accustomed to cheating. The brief case would tell the story, I hoped.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The evening before Clare left on her trip she arrived home in good spirits and put her car next to mine in the garage as usual. She seemed to be excited about something and I wondered if it was in anticipation of sex with me or with someone else. She didn't bring her brief case in with her so I assumed it was out in her car. I had been working on getting dinner and as we sat down to eat she asked me if I would get her suitcase out of the garage when we finished eating.

"Sure, do you have everything you're going to need?"

"Oh yes, its just the usual trip. I have my brief case in the car ready to go and I'll just pack my bag with the usual things I need for a couple of nights away. Do you have anything planned while I'm away?"

"No, the kids and I will just do our thing as we always do during the week. Maybe we could do something together as a family this weekend."

"That sounds good. I'll be looking forward to it."

After dinner she helped me clean up the table and the kitchen then fill the dishwasher. After turning it on she went to the bedroom to pack and I headed to the garage to get her suitcase. While in the garage I looked in her car but didn't see her brief case so I assumed she had it locked in her trunk. I'd anticipated this and had an idea to access it during the evening.

Going back to the bedroom with her suitcase I asked, "Where are the keys to your car? You have a tire that's low and probably has a slow leak. If I get it down to the gas station I can ger Jerry to fix it right away."

She looked flustered for a minute and then reached for her purse. As she was handing me her keys she asked,

"Can't you just put the spare on?"

"That's just for emergencies. We have time to fix it so I think that's what we should do." I told her as I headed back to the garage before she had a chance to think.

Quickly backing her car out of the garage I headed down to the corner gas station that my high school buddy, Jerry, owned. Pulling into the front of one of his bays I honked the horn and he saw me and opened the door allowing me to drive in and close it behind me.

"What's up man?"

"I'm supposed to be here getting a tire fixed but I needed the time to check something else."

"Problems at home bud."

"Maybe." I told him as I opened the trunk and removed Clare's brief case. Setting it on a work bench I used the key on her ring to open it.

"Well, I've got a customer so have fun." Jerry told me as he headed back into the small convenience store he ran with his station. . I very carefully began to search the case as I didn't want to disturb anything unnecessarily. Checking some pockets in the lid my fingers found a package that I withdrew. My heart sank when I saw the opened package of condoms. There were about three missing. My worst suspicions were confirmed. I put the package back where I found it and closed and locked her case. Putting the case back in the trunk I closed it and turned as Jerry came back.

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

"I'm afraid so. Can you let me hang here a little. Maybe you can check the air in her tires just so I can tell her I fixed the problem."

"OK, can do." He just looked at me funny but kept his mouth shut. He was a real friend.

After his check I backed out of the bay and pulled up to the gas pumps and filled the tank. No telling when I would ever do that again.

I thanked Jerry for his hospitality and headed home. My thoughts were very dark and I was on the verge of hyperventilating when I pulled back into our garage. I was feeling rage and frustration that she would do that to me, the kids and our marriage. My thoughts then began to plan my next step. I would need to get final proof of her adulterous, immoral behavior to assure I would have custody of our kids. She was a good mother and kids needed a mother and I would allow visitations but my goal was to have full legal custody. She would have to explain to her brother and friends why we divorced.

Entering the house I hollered back to the bedroom, "You're all set. It was just a small nail."

"OK, thanks."

I couldn't face her yet so I went into the kitchen and got a beer then went into the family room with the kids who were watching TV. About half an hour later Clare came into the room and sat beside me on the couch. By then I had a chance to cool down although I felt really sad that this once happy family would soon be history.

Clare slid over a snuggled up to me.

"You ready for tonight stud?" She whispered in my ear.

I took a swallow of my beer before answering.

"I think so but my stomach is acting up."

Oh, that's too bad honey." she told me as she snuggled closer. I automatically put my arm around her shoulders and was somehow feeling some affection for her. I wondered why she did it? Was it for the excitement or did she just needed more sex than I could give her. Maybe I'll never know. All I knew was that my trust in her was gone.

We both put the kids to bed and I looked at her as she kissed our two little angels goodnight. She'd be gone by the time they got up in the morning but they weren't concerned because she traveled so much.

That night we made love. It wasn't hot, passionate sex but more of a goodbye intimacy. She felt my sadness.

"Is your stomach still bothering you, honey?"

"Yes, but I'll survive. Do you really have to go on this trip?" I asked, hoping that she would prioritize our love and our marriage. Maybe I was hoping it was all a nightmare and would all go away if she would stay home with us.

"I'm sorry honey. This one is a must and I'll try to break away and get home as soon as I can. I'm really looking forward to this weekend with you guys."

"OK, honey," I said with a sigh. "Better get some sleep; you have to get up early to catch that plane."

"I'm going to have a quick shower first then I won't have to do it in the morning."

"OK."

While she was in the shower I went over and looked in her suitcase to see what she packed. Most of the clothing on top was business oriented but underneath I found a stash of some of her filmiest lingerie and the little black cocktail dress that I found so sexy. It looked like she was going to be a busy girl while she was away. Carefully rearranging the suitcase as I found it, I closed the lid and got back into bed. 

I didn't sleep too well that night and when I heard Clare get up about 5 AM I didn't get out of bed to say good bye as I usually did. I knew I felt tired and sad at the same time. I knew the rage would begin to build later.

"Still not feeling well sweetheart?" she asked as she kissed me goodbye on the cheek as I lay there. After I heard the garage door close as she left I got up and went into the shower. I was going to have a busy day.

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After getting the kids off to school and having my breakfast, I got out the phone book and looked through the yellow pages for a private investigator service; specifically one that had affiliates around the country. I phoned a couple of them and found one that had an affiliate in Denton, where Clare was going, and then made an appointment to go meet with them that morning. 

I then looked up a divorce attorney that a friend had used in the past and was highly complimentary about him. I called and made an appointment to see him in the afternoon.

When I got to the PI's office I arranged to have Clare watched in the evenings she was gone and to get what pictures they could and a report of her activities after her business was finished for the day. I'd brought along a picture of Clare and her itinerary so they wouldn't have trouble of locating and identifying her. They said they would email the information to the office in Denton and have a report back to me by Monday morning. I told them that would be fine and placed a hefty advance with them for their services. They warned me that they would probably not be able to get pictures of them actually having intercourse but they would try to provide as many incriminating pictures as possible. I told them I'd be satisfied with that.




The Rings



The afternoon appointment with the lawyer was as I'd hoped. He told me that we were in a no- fault state as far as divorce was concerned but that since I was the primary care-giver for our children I would most likely be given custody but I would have to face up that Clare would be granted generous visiting times. We would split assets 50/50 but no alimony since our incomes were approximately equal. With me granted custody Clare would have to provide child support. Regarding the inheritance that Clare had received she would retain all of that, which I didn't care about. Our kids were my primary concern. I told him to go ahead a prepare the paperwork and have it ready to serve on her by Monday based on irreconcilable differences but I asked for a stipulation that Clare must move from our house immediately after being served.. The lawyer said I would be within my rights as custodian of the children to ask for that. When the children turned eighteen the house would be sold and we would share the selling price. I left the lawyers office feeling satisfied that life would go on for me and the kids and that Clare would reap the punishment she deserved for her infidelity.

I didn't do anything with our finances, insurance or will right away. I felt there would be time after she was served. With her inheritance I didn't think she had to worry about her share of our savings. It was almost time for the kids to get out of school so I headed home to be there for them when the bus stopped. 

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When she got back Friday afternoon I offered to do her laundry for her but she thanked me and said she'd take care of it later. I just smiled to myself thinking what a rotter I was to be teasing her like that. I knew why she wanted to do her own laundry. The smell of sex on it would be a dead give-away and she had to hide her extra-marital activities at all cost.

We had sex again that night even though my heart wasn't in it. She seemed to sense some reticent activity on my part when we finished.

"Is your stomach still bothering you honey? Maybe you ought to see a doctor. Its been going on too long now."

I thought I was being a little cute when I responded.

"I'm going to try some new medicine a friend told me about and that should solve my stomach problems."

"Well, I hope so. I want you back running on all your cylinders as soon as possible." She told me as she spooned against me to go to sleep. God, I was going to miss her.

It was Monday after the kids left for school and Clare had gone to work when I got the call from the PI's office telling me they had a report ready for me. I told them I'd be right down and half an hour later I was sitting with the office manager. He told me the report had been faxed in that morning from Denton and some photos had been sent also. He told me he hadn't had time to read it all but what he had gotten from scanning it and looking at the pictures seemed to be damning. I took a copy of the report from him and began to read:

Subject: Clare Barton

I picked up my observation of the subject female at 5:17pm, Wednesday, June 16 in the lobby of the Denton Mariotte. Identity was established by means of photo received from the Merrickville office and a company name tag on the subject. Subject was carrying a brief case and went into the elevators. My associate went up with her in the elevator and confirmed she went into her room(414) at 5:23. Subject was alone. Picture of the subject dressed before entering room is provided as exhibit 1A.

I looked at the photo 1A and saw she was dressed in her business clothes. I could plainly see that she was wearing her rings. He or she must have taken the picture with a cell phone.

Associate stayed in room rented across the hall from subject. At 6:31 subject alerted me that subject had left room and taking elevator. At 6:32 subject exited elevator into the lobby. She was dressed as noted in exhibit 1B.

Exhibit 1B photo showed Clare in her little black cocktail dress, high heels with a necklace I'd given her on our tenth anniversary and looking like a tart on the prowl. The photo had enough detail to reveal that she had no wedding rings on her left hand.

Subject entered dining room and had a light dinner with a glass of wine. At 7:13 subject left dining room and entered adjoining lounge where she took a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of wine. At 7:17 subject was approached by a single male and they talked for a few moments. See exhibit 1C.

Exhibit 1C photo showed a tall, good-looking male standing talking with Clare at the bar. After a few minutes of conversation subject nodded and followed male to a booth near the dance floor. Subject spent 1 hour and 43 minutes with male in booth. Danced six times with male and intimacies occurred. See exhibit 1D.

Exhibit 1D photo showed Clare and the male in exhibit 1C seated in the booth in a tight embrace kissing. Her short dress was pulled up her thighs and his hand appeared to be underneath.

At 8:51 subject and male left lounge, took elevator up to subject's floor and entered subject's room(414). See exhibit 1E.

Exhibit 1E showed Clare and the male from the lounge entering her room. She looked a little tipsy but very happy.

At 11:13 male left subject's room and departed the building. Licence no. of male's car: MBS2892. Registered to Alexander B. Tate, 1424 Azalea Dr., Denton. Male is married and has two infant children.

I glanced through the rest of the story and the report indicated that she repeated her activities the next night with a different man. It was signed by the investigator in Denton. My wife was a slut when she traveled away from home. There was no way I could tolerate what she was doing. Even the loss of her rings hadn't scared her enough to stop.

After paying the PI the balance of my bill I thanked him and left. I took two extra copies of the report, all on CD with me and drove straight home. At home I immediately called the divorce lawyer and asked him where he stood on the divorce paper? He told me they were ready to file and I told him to proceed with filing and asked if he could have them served publically at her work the next day. He said that it wouldn't be a problem and I provided him with her work address. I wanted to hurt and humiliate her and having her served at work would go a long way to give me some revenge for what she'd been doing.

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That night we didn't have sex. I think she knew something was wrong and maybe realized I knew something but was afraid to voice her concerns other than to say she hoped I'd be better soon. Oddly, she seemed a little reticent in her own right, but I let it pass without comment. 

In the morning I was up early as I hadn't slept too well during the night. I worked at my computer until I heard the kids stirring and then I went and started breakfast. After breakfast I saw her off to work and she came to me for a hug and a kiss before leaving for work. I gave her a half hearted hug before urging her out the door. I think at that instant she knew. There were tears in her eyes as I closed the door behind her and her whispered "I love you.". I felt a great sadness overcome me as she left and wanted to cry myself but the kids needed organizing so I could get them ready for the school bus.

The call came at about 10:45. Caller ID said it was Clare's work place and I picked up the phone without acknowledging the call. There was a moment's pause while the caller accepted the fact I wasn't going to speak.

"I'm so sorry." Her voice said in a whisper and then the line went dead and I hung up.

She didn't come home that night and I wondered if she was playing her sick little game without worrying about a husband anymore. I knew I was being hard on her but I retained a certain amount of justifiable rage. The kids wondered where mommy was but I took them out to Mickey Dees for dinner and by the time we got home they were very tired and ready for bed.

The next morning she called.

"Honey, can I come home and get some of my things and can we talk?"

I felt a qualm of conscience but it quickly passed.

"Why don't you come between 9:00 and noon. That way the kids and I won't be here. As far as talking, I will talk with you one on one at my lawyers office once you've signed, notarized and returned the divorce papers. I will listen to anything you have to say then."

A sob, then, "Alright."and the line went dead again.

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POSTSCRIPT

She signed the papers and we were divorced became final in six months. She'd been pregnant but had an abortion before then. While fucking her last lover the rubber had broken and it was near her fertile time so even though I'd discovered her adultery because she lost her rings she would have most likely been found out anyway.

I hear she's back in the dating scene too. I think if she gets close to marriage again I'll give her husband-to-be a heads up on her faithfulness. No sense in having her cuckolding two of us. 

We did have a meeting, as I'd told her, in my lawyers office. She asked me to please give up on the divorce. Not having unlimited access to our kids was hard on her but I told her I just couldn't trust her anymore. She explained she's been having seeing a psychologist and he's diagnosed her with a form of nymphomania and had been receiving help in coping with her addiction. She had her urges under control now. I told her that wasn't good enough for me if she still had the urges and if she'd sought help about her urges in the beginning she wouldn't be in the position she was in now. I left her crying in the lawyers office.

I'm dating again and I think I've found a woman that I like and I think I could easily fall in love with. She's my age and a divorcee. Caught her husband cheating and wouldn't put up with it. My kind of woman. A big plus for her is that the kids like her too. I suppose its only a matter of time until I pop the question.

THE END



The Rings



All the characters depicted in ths story are 18 years old or older.

*

Steven and Nadia Adamo were twins. When they were ten an unusual thing happened to them. Their uncle died. Now an uncle dying isn't that all that unusual. But for Steven and Nadia this death was surrounded by strange circumstances.

The twins' mother, Mirela, was from eastern Europe and had emigrated to the States in the late 60's. She had met their father at university in Chicago. Steven and Nadia had asked their mother many times to tell them about her family. But their mother had simply replied that her family had moved around a lot and beyond that she became very vague.

Some years after Mirela had moved, Uncle Luca came over from the old country with his wife Drina. They had come to Chicago because that's where Mirela lived. Mirela never said anything to Steven and Nadia about why her brother left Europe. Then, as it turned out, there wasn't much time to find out about Luca and Drina because three months after they arrived in the United States, Luca was found dead in a park not far from the apartment where he lived with Drina. The cause of his death was never revealed.

It was all very sketchy to Steven and Nadia who were still young at the time. Although they weren't allowed to go to the funeral, they were present at a wake at Luca's home the night before. 

Most of the people there the children didn't know and the evening went by in a blur until at one point aunt Drina cornered them with their mother.

She had an ornate wooden box about the size of a cigar box that she handed to Steven.

"This is for you and sister..." Drina intoned gravely in her stilted English.

"It is heirlooms...Is proper word, heirlooms?...from family...for you. Has some value. Not so much. But important for you later. Keep it safe yes?..." Drina said, looking sternly at the children to impress on them the importance of her words.

Of course Steven and Nadia were spellbound and couldn't wait to see what was in the box. And they weren't disappointed.

The box was filled with coins and paper money, a few pieces of jewelry and what looked like some precious stones. It was like a treasure box and the children were awestruck to be entrusted with such a valuable gift.

Receiving that box of treasure was the one thing that Steven and Nadia both remembered about their uncle's death.

Of course it later turned out that the coins and the paper money were all from Slavic countries that had split apart or was currency from European countries that pre-dated the Euro and as such would eventually become worthless. The jewelry and the gems were all costume, pretty to look at but not really worth anything either.

Still the children regarded the box as their inheritance and kept it safe for all the years that followed. Of course it got put away in the back of various drawers but every once in a while Steven or Nadia would stumble upon it and would go through it with the same child like wonder that they had the first time they had seen it.

It was just after the twins eighteenth birthday that Steven happened to find the box again as he was reorganizing his room before he went away to college in the fall. As he idly fingered the stones and coins he noticed that there was the corner of a folded piece of paper sticking out from under the lining of the box. He worked the paper out and opened it.

There was a picture of two rings on it and just a few lines of writing. Steven recognized the rings. They were in the box and had some Cyrillic script engraved on the outside of them just like the rings pictured on the paper.

The writing in the note was in roman characters but in some foreign language that Steven didn't recognize. He went to his computer and got on 'Babel Fish', the translator. He tried a few words in Polish, in Czech, in Russian, but he got nothing.

Then he tried Romani. Bingo! He was getting a translation. He carefully typed in all the lines from the note and this is what it said.

' -The Romani Rings-' When the rightful heir of the Romani Rings comes of age, his dreams can be his reality. For the rest, their reality will be but a dream. For dreams are often more believable than the truth.'

Steven puzzled over this cryptic message for a while. 'Babel Fish' was notorious for being literal and didn't always translate the actual meaning of a word or phrase. But try as he might, he couldn't twist anything more fathomable out of the words on the note.

So Steven put the paper back in the box and figured that he might try one of the rings soon. They were kind of striking in an understated way and he was curious, if pretty skeptical, to see if wearing one was going to change his life.

The following Friday Steven fished a ring out of the box to wear. He didn't really put it on with any kind of plan in mind. He just felt like wearing it.

The only plan he did have in mind was to talk to Lindsey O'Meara. Lindsey was one of the hottest girls at school and David had a long standing crush on her. So much so that when she asked him out of the blue if she could take a look at his chemistry term paper before he handed it in, he didn't have the heart to refuse her. Being a whiz at math and sciences had branded him as pretty much a nerd and he didn't get a lot of chances to interact with the really A-list girls at school. He just asked Lindsey not to copy his work too blatantly or they'd both get in trouble. Lindsey gave him a quick peck on the cheek in thanks that made him blush mightily.

Apparently she hadn't really been paying attention to him though because not only did she turn in a nearly perfect paper, so did Danielle Spencer and Mike Monaghan, her airhead girlfriend and airhead boyfriend respectively. The likelihood of this happening was so remote that Mrs. Blain had come to question David about it, the only boy in the class who was actually capable of such excellent work.

Fortunately Steven had had a premonition that something like this might happen so he had dumbed down his own paper considerably before he turned it in. Mrs. Blain might have had her suspicions but she didn't really have any grounds to prove that there had been a conspiracy. David had gotten away with some glib remarks like "Even a broken clock is right twice a day...and...Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in a while, miss" but Mrs. Blain made it clear that she'd be keeping an eye on him.

So David felt that Lindsey owed him an explanation or an apology or something and he wanted to talk to her.

Oddly enough Danielle came up to him just after the lunch break with a big smile on her face. She was irrepressibly good natured and everybody loved her. She wasn't overly tall and had her dirty blonde hair swept up in a kind of a swirl on her head, presumably to look taller. She was wearing her blue and gold cheer leader outfit and her sneakers and was looking pretty cute. There was a pep rally after lunch and Danielle was on the squad. She said Lindsey wanted to talk to him. Steven looked around but didn't even see Lindsey.

"Not here..." Danielle said.

"At her place. After school. Her parents are away and we're going to hang out over there. You can come with me if you want."

"Sure. That's sounds good. I wanted to talk to her too." Steven said.

"Great. Meet me out on East Street after last period..." Danielle said turning and almost skipping away off towards the gym.

And that's what Steven did.

At 3:30 he met Danielle and they headed off to Lindsey's. It was kind of a long walk but that was O.K. It was a nice day. They chatted a little but didn't seem to have much in the way of mutual interests. Steven had heard that Danielle was going out with some guy who was making a lot of money writing video games. But no one around school had ever seen him and Danielle didn't mention him. A lot of the time they just walked along quietly.

About twenty five minutes later Danielle steered them up a long walk to an impressive Georgian greystone set well back from the street. Steven had no idea that Lindsey's parents were so well heeled.

Danielle just walked right in without ringing the bell or anything. Steven followed her. Danielle led him across a carpeted foyer towards a double doorway that looked like it probably entered a living room.

Danielle stopped suddenly in the doorway and brought her hand to her mouth like she was trying to stifle a giggle. Steven couldn't see what had caught her eye. The room looked empty to him. He stepped around Danielle and took a couple of more steps inside.

Then he realized that the room wasn't empty and in fact there were two bodies sort of sprawled on the couch. The first he recognized as Lindsey who was reclining against an oversized pillow on the end of the sofa. One of her knees was bent and resting against the back of the couch. Her other leg was stretched out straight onto the floor. She was wearing black riding boots with stacked heels and Steven's first thought, strangely, was concern for the fabric of the cushions.

Kneeling on the floor, sort of parallel to the couch was big Mike Monaghan. He was leaning forward on his knees like a bird dog, his right hand moving over the outside of Lindsey's thigh while his face was turning slowly back and forth in the crotch of her pants. Lindsey's eyes were heavily lidded. She was idly running the fingers of one hand through Mike's hair while the varsity football star moaned and groaned lustily into the apex of her loins.

"That's nice baby!.... You know I like that!...Umm Hmm!..." she murmured encouragingly. Then she glanced up and saw Steven standing there. She didn't move or say anything, just gave him a smile and a broad wink.

Lindsey looked like she might have just come back from riding. She was wearing tight white nylon stretch pants that fit her like a second skin. Above that she had on a shiny white satin shirt that was buttoned to her throat. Even stretched out as she was in her semi reclining position, those pendulous breasts of hers, that played a starring role in every senior's fantasies, still managed to thrust urgently against the taut fabric that strained to contain them. She had short black hair that was cut so that it framed her face in a spiky, euro-trash sort of way. 

Steven couldn't help but feel himself getting a little stiff as he took in the lewd spectacle that was being played out in front of him. But quickly it struck him that he better get out of there before Mike realized he wasn't alone with his girl friend. He didn't think the big Irishman would be too happy to be interrupted right now.

Unfortunately, just then, Danielle stumbled against a table behind him with a noticeable thud. Mike's flush faced snapped up and he looked around, his eyes squinting like he was just coming out of a dark cave into the sunlight. Then his gaze fixed on Steven and he ponderously rose to his feet with a menacing growl.

"Hey dipshit! What are you doing here?..." the big man asked, taking half a step threateningly towards Steven.

Steven tried to keep his eyes locked on Mike's. He remembered reading somewhere that a bear won't charge you as long as you look it in the eyes. In this case he was dealing with an angry bear with a monstrous erection bulging through his khakis.

Danielle stepped up beside Steven and said..."He's with me. I asked him to come over. He wanted to talk to Lindsey."

At this point Lindsey too got off the couch and stepped over next to Mike. She put one hand calmingly on the big man's arm as she gave Steven another wink. Mike didn't look at all happy as he continued to stare at Steven with blazing eyes.

"You want to talk to me baby?..." Lindsey said. A knowing grin creased the corners of her mouth as she glanced down at the noticeable bulge in the front of Seven's pants.

"It looks like that's not all you want to do..." she quipped, aiming her smile at the nervous young man.

Lindsey was an outrageous flirt. She had a foul mouth, called all the guys 'baby' and talked to every one of them like she couldn't wait to get them into bed. The girls all thought she was rude but the guys loved it, especially Steven. He really thought he had a shot with this super sexy co-ed, as far fetched as that particular possibility might have been.

He hoped if he could spend some time with her, maybe help her with her grades, he might one day, you know, get lucky. God knows she was no rocket scientist. But first he had to get this whole 'passing around his work to her gang for them to copy' thing sorted out.

"Unnn...look Lindsey. You know I'd like to work with you on some school stuff if you want. That'd be great. But that thing where you just gave all my work to your buddies in Mrs. Blain's class, that almost got us all in a lot of trouble. I'd like to help you but I can't risk failing any courses right now."

"But they're my friends baby. My very closest friends..." Lindsey said with a cute little pout as she took a couple of steps closer to Steven. She twisted her shoulders as she moved so that her pendulous tits swung distractingly beneath her tight satin shirt.

Steven could feel the warmth of her and smell her earthy perfume when she stopped right in front of him. He faltered a little as he tried to continue..." I like Danielle too... ahh... Lindsey and... Mike...ahh... well it's none of my business who you're hooking up with but..."

"Oh Mike hasn't earned his pussy privileges yet!"

"Excuse me." Steven said, not sure that he had heard Lindsey correctly

The raven haired beauty reached out and put one hand on Seven's chest as she went on.

"No. Not yet. So far he's restricted to eating at the Y. But he can be very good at that. I love it when all I can see are his beady little eyes looking up at me while he's beavering away down there. Just the other night, he'd been going down on me forever when I heard this little voice calling...'Baby am I doing it right?' I told him just to shut the fuck up and keep licking! And of course that's what he did. What a sweetie."

"Lindsey! You bitch! The nerd doesn't have to hear all this!..." Mike squawked in embarrassment.

"I know. I'm such a cunt! I wonder why you still want to go out with me?" Lindsey purred her eyes never leaving Steven's.

"To get close to Danni! She's the one I really like." Mike blurted out.

There was a stunned silence in the room at this unexpected revelation. Lindsey turned and looked at Danielle who still had the same innocent smile on her face that she always did. Then Lindsey slowly turned to look at Mike with slitted eyes.

Everyone was pretty surprised by Mike's unexpected outburst. But the one who looked most shocked was Mike himself. He looked at Danielle with a kind of pleading expression.

"Like... I know you guys probably think that I'm just some kind of big dumb jock but I'm not such a bad guy once you get to know me."

Lindsey's look changed from one of anger to one of amusement as she took a step back towards her cringing boyfriend. She too looked at Danielle and nodded at her to come closer. Danielle did so, and the two girls closely flanked the big man.

"You really are a moron aren't you lover?.. Danni's not interested in you." Lindsey said with a chuckle. She looked down at the front of Mike's pants where the shape of his boner was considerably less defined than it had been before. She looked back up at Danni and nodded towards Mike's crotch. Danni smiled in understanding. Still casually chewing her gum, she reached out with one hand, opened her palm against the outline of Mike's tool and started rubbing it in a circular motion

"Unnnn!..." the amazed young man grunted in surprise. He bent slightly at the waist as if he was going to back away from Danni's lewd fondling, but he didn't. 

"She's gay you cretin. Didn't you know?" Lindsey asked incredulously.

"Whattt?..." Mike barked, looking at the blonde cheerleader in amazement.

Danni didn't say anything, just continued to smile and pressure Mike's responsive cock through the front of his trousers.

"Of course she is. "Lindsey said, pressing herself warmly against Mike's side. She put her mouth very close to his ear as she continued...

"I found out last October. Remember the game against Franklin Roosevelt where our quarterback couldn't start because of a groin injury. Well the night before the game I was out with him, Vance the Lance. Didn't I tell you about that baby?..." Lindsey said with an ingenuous moue in response to Mike's surprised glance. 

Danni slipped her free hand up into Mike's crotch from behind and gave his balls a lascivious squeeze. At the same time she increased the pressure on his responsive cock. That got his wandering attention back. Steven could see him arching his hips forward against the blonde's arousing touch.

"I don't remember much about the evening but it was late and we were back on the porch of his house. His parents were out and Vance was all over me. He must have been groping me for fifteen minutes and wanted me to go inside with him in the worst way. But I didn't feel like it. I actually felt pretty spaced out. I could hardly lift my arms to fend him off even after I'd told him a couple of times that we should call it a night. But he wasn't giving up."

"Anyway, out of nowhere, who do I see coming up the walkway but our little angel, Danni. She just walks up to Vance, even though he's still all over me, and taps him on the shoulder. 'Hey Vancey. How ya' doing? You don't know me...' she said, just as friendly as anything."

"So Vance is kind of surprised to see her standing there behind him but he turns around and says 'hi'. Danni held out her hand and Vance took it, and Danni reaches out so that she's holding his hand with both of hers.

'I'm a friend of Susie Phillips...You remember Susie?...From a couple of weeks ago?..' 

"I thought Vance looked a little nervous when she said that but I didn't have much time to think about it. Danni says... 'Susie asked me to give you something...' 

And with that, she yanked Vance towards her with her two handed grip. At the same time she takes a little step toward him and brings her knee up into his groin hard enough to lift him a couple of inches off the ground. You could hear the crunch of her knee slamming up into his nuts when she nailed him."

And as Lindsey said that, Danni, who was still rubbing Mike's cock in the most shameless manner, gave his testicles a sharp squeeze that made him suck in an anxious breath. She held it for a few seconds while Mike looked at her with wide eyes. Then she slowly eased her forceful grip. As if to make it up to him she closed her fingers on the clearly outlined shaft of his prick, fisting him through his pants and working him up and down in a compelling 'jack-off' motion

Lindsey continued...."Of course the big lug never saw it comin'. So he lets out this huge 'Wooof!..." like all the air has been let out of him. His face goes white and he snaps forward at the waist. He would have gone down but Danni straight armed him in the chest and held him upright.

She never stopped smiling at him as she said...' Oh and Kathy Jansen wanted me to give you something too...' as she drew her heel back and then slammed her knee up into his crotch once more. This time Vance lets out a strangled scream and hits his knees like a bag of cement. He's lookin' up at Danni and tryin' to talk but he can't say anything 'cause he can't breathe."

"Danni never even bats an eye. She just steps around him and uses her foot to roll him over onto his side. Then she crouches down beside him and starts going through his jacket pockets. I don't know what the hell is going on.''

'Danni, what are you doing?..." I said. But Danni just smiles as she turns to me holding up a little plastic baggie with some capsules in it. In her other hand she's holding a two foot length of Velcro strap.




The Rings



'Roofies...' she says, nodding towards the pills. "A couple of girls I know have had some bad experiences with your friend here and when I heard you were going out with him I thought I'd just come by and check on you. Looks like my friends were right..." Danni said as she reached around Vance and fastened his wrists together with the Velcro strap. Then she grabbed his shoulder and rolled him over onto his back.

'I don't ... don't know what those girls told you...' Vance moaned...'but it's not true. Those...those pills they're... they're not mine. I was just...just holding them for a friend..." the gasping football star stammered, rocking from side to side and kicking his heels into the porch to try and ease the aching nausea sweeping through his loins...'

Danni just nodded her head like what he said made perfect sense to her as she crawled up onto his chest on both knees. 

"Oh sure. And my next favorite one is...I'll still respect you in the morning..." she said as she reached back into his crotch with her right hand. Vance's knees were bent up and spread apart. He wasn't able to close his legs to prevent the little blonde from gripping his abused testicles. She split his nuts with her thumb and forefinger, and forced those two digits deep up into his scrotum.

'Boy they really swell up fast don't they?...You know what they say about playing with fire don't you Vance?...' Danni asked. Still wearing her cheer leader's smile, she started to close the rest of her fingers on Vance's left testicles.

'Danni!...No!...Nahhh!...Don'ttt!...Nahhh!...' Vance cried in a rising voice, writhing beneath her as Danni bore down harder on his spongy ball. The kneeling blonde had to use her left hand to pin his shoulder to the ground.

'If you play with fire, you might... get...Wait.. for.. ittt!...' the little cheerleader purred as her shoulder knotted up from the intensity of her pressing hand. Then she gave her wrist a short, hard twist. There was an audible pop from Vance's groin.

'Phwahhh!...' he cried, his face going ashen as his whole body twitched spastically.

'There it is!...So burned!...' Danni said triumphantly as she twisted off of Vance's chest to kneel beside him. Vance immediately rolled to his side and curled up into the fetal position. He was whimpering and twitching like a puppy having a bad dream. Danni reached around his waist, freed his hands from the Velcro strap and then stood up. 

Looking down on the shuddering young man she said...'I'll bet that really hurts doesn't it Vance? If I were you I'd get some ice on that real soon and keep it coming. In a couple of days, when the swelling goes down, that dislocated nut will slip right back into place. It'll be a little tender for a while but you'll get over it. But if I catch you up to your old tricks with any of my friends again, the next time it'll be both balls and you won't like that at all!' 

"Then Danni turned to me" Lindsey said.

"So then she's helping me over to her car and she brings me back to my house. She helps me open the door and get inside, and we both were kind of giggling and huggin' each other. And then, I don't know, Vance must have got me worked up more than I realized. But Danni must have smelt it or something 'cause the next thing I know I'm on my back on the couch. My pants are off and she's got my knees up around my ears and her tongue buried so deep in my twat she could probably taste what I had for dinner."

And as she said that Lindsey leaned into Mike and snaked her own tongue wetly into his ear.

The big athlete closed his eyes and kind of stiffened up on his toes when she did that. 

"Yeah!...Oh Yeahh!...Come on!...Do it!...Come on!...." Danni encouraged, increasing the speed of her lewd masturbation. Lindsey's lurid story in concert with Danni's skilled fondling seemed to have really excited the big man because he was as straining up from his toes, his hands shakily resting on each of the girls' shoulders..

"Nahhh!...Noo!...Don't!..." Mike squeaked so quietly Steven could barely hear him. It looked like he was holding his breath at that moment and then he sort of started twitching and making these strangled little grunting sounds.

Steven was wondering what the hell was happening. Then he saw a big dark stain starting to blossom and spread under Mike's beltline right above Danni's jogging fist. She was making him come in his pants. The little blonde had a broad smile creasing her lips as she relentlessly stroked him through his trousers in time with his ejaculation.

"Ummm!...That's it!...Let it go!...Unn Hnn!...Unn Hnn!..." she purred.

Lindsey too saw what was happening. Mike was quivering and bending further and further at the waist as a searing orgasm washed over him. He clutched harder at Danielle's shoulder to steady himself as his balls convulsed again and again in violent spasms. Danni's little hand kept pumping. She seemed totally unconcerned that she was making Lindsey's boyfriend come right in front of her. Nobody seemed to care in the least that Steven was there too. But he didn't think Mike would be quite so gracious about it when he finished.

"Is she making you come in your pants baby?..." Lindsey asked with a taunting sneer.

"Is the nasty little dyke getting you off in your pants? You should be careful what you wish for lover. She eats razor blades for breakfast... Imagine what she could do to you!..." Lindsey said with a scornful laugh

And then Danni drove her little hand to the root of Mike's spewing cock while giving his balls a brutal squeeze.

"Naaah..." the big guy gasped, his eyes locking on Danni's in a silent plea. He had lurched forward on his toes and was balancing there like he was going to launch himself over a cliff. 

Danni held him there like that for a few long moments. Then she puckered her lips at him in a mocking kiss and let him go. She dusted off her hands and then put them on her hips like she was ready for another cheer leading exercise.

Mike let out a gasping breath and then rocked back on his heels, still slightly bent over at the waist like an old man. Steven couldn't help but notice that the front of his pants were completely stained with his come. Steven figured that that mess was going to get cold and uncomfortable real quick. He didn't think that this was the best of times to be hanging around. 

"So Lindsey, I should probably let you think about if we can work something out here, school wise I mean. If it isn't going to work out I'll be O.K with that I guess. Just let me know later will ya'?..." Steven said, starting to edge towards the door.

Lindsey turned her dancing eyes on Steven.

"Oh I think you're going to want to help get me through Mrs. Blain's class baby. And through Mrs. Kerr's Stats class. And if Danni and Mike and anybody else want to look at your work, you're going to be O.K. with that too. .." she said with a confident smile.

"Well, no...I mean...I don't think so. ..Like I was saying before...I can't afford... ahhh... Like... if we got caught...it wouldn't...you know..." Steven stammered nervously as Lindsey looked at him with a confident smile. She turned fully towards Steven and pulled her shoulders back so that her monumental breasts were pointing at him through her shirt like rebel artillery taking aim on the capital.

"Oh I think we can work something out lover. Right here. Right now. Because I've got something you want. Something you want real bad..." Lindsey said, advancing towards Steven with a predatory step.

"I've seen the way you look at these babies of mine..." she purred, swinging her shoulders so that her rounded boobs shimmied delightfully under her satin shirt. As she did so she cupped her voluptuous breasts in each hand, lifting them and sinking her fingers deep into that resilient flesh through her shirt.

Steven's eyes nearly popped out of his head as Lindsey fondled her hefty tits right in front of him. He was mesmerized as she stepped nearer, now undoing the buttons on her blouse all the way from her neck to her waist, not stopping until it was completely open. 

She pulled her satin shirt back and off her shoulders. She was wearing a tiny black nylon sling bra that barely contained her pendulous boobs. Steven's mouth went dry and his cock grew to an enormous size in his pants as he ogled Lindsey's breathtakingly displayed chest.

"Go on. Take a closer look...." the raven haired beauty taunted. Reaching out and moving her hand to the back of Steven's head, she pulled his face forward towards her gently heaving mounds.

There was nothing that Steven wanted to do more at that moment than dive right into Lindsey's beckoning cleavage. But still he resisted the pull of her hand. Mike was still standing right there in his sticky pants and he didn't seem too pleased about what was going on.

"Geez Lindsey...Your boyfriend doesn't look too keen about any of this..." Steven stammered nervously.

"Oh him..." Lindsey said with a sneer.

"Don't worry about Mike. He's in 'Time Out' indefinitely since he seems to be so hot for my girlfriend. You and I can do whatever we want. So come here!..." Lindsey coaxed, rising up on her tip toes and pulling Steve's face even more firmly towards her gently heaving chest.

Those creamy orbs were just too tempting to resist. In the next moment Steven relaxed and pressed his face into the fragrant valley between Lindsey's breasts. By the time his nose was pressing into her breast bone, his ears were surrounded by the upper slopes of her tits. 

"Gmmmpff..." he groaned, opening his mouth and eagerly nuzzling into Lindsey's welcoming bosom.

"Hey bozo! You keep it up you're going to get your ass kicked!..." Mike growled, taking half a step towards the embracing couple. But Danni again darted her little hand between the big man's legs from behind and got a good restraining grip on his balls.

He gave an unhappy little yelp when she did that and stopped in his tracks.

Steven's arms raised up sort of half way from his sides with his palms open as if to say...'It's not me man!'

Lindsey continued to hold Steven's face snugly to her cleavage while she reached out with her free hand to his waist. She undid the snap and the zipper of his pants with a dextrous hand and smoothly pushed them and his underwear down. Then she reached in, fisted his rigid tool and gave it a torrid squeeze.

"Ahhhhhh!...." Steven moaned when she did that. The excitement racing through his groin at all this sexual stimulation was making him weak in the knees.

Lindsey could tell how aroused Steven was getting as she teased him with her lavish tits and her experienced hand. She knew just exactly what she was going to do to rock his little world and to keep him sweet for the rest of their final year. She steered him back towards the couch using his rigid cock like some kind of joy stick.

Steven was in another world entirely as Lindsey's cushiony jugs pressed and shifted around his cheeks as they moved. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on as the back of his knees bumped into the couch and he sat down. Lindsey leaned forward as Steven sat, keeping his face surrounded by her cushiony breasts.

Once he was installed on the couch she gave her shoulders a couple of sinuous twists that made Steven's head wobble like a dashboard doll. Than she straightened up and released the young man from the confines of her sumptuous cleavage. But she stayed bent over enough to keep a steady grip on his erection.

Steven was breathless and blinking like a mole that had just emerged into the light. 

Lindsey looked down at him with a calculating smile.

"So do you think we can work something out here baby?..." she purred, slowly stroking down to the root of his shaft where she squeezed him even harder.

"Nahhhh!...Goddd!...Yes Lindsey!...Whatever you want!..." Steven whimpered.

"I'll do your homework and your papers and... and all your friends too! Whatever you want. I'll drink your dirty bath water. Just don't stop what you're doing!..." Steven pleaded, putting his palms flat on the couch and hunching his cock up into Lindsey's lewdly pressing hand.

"Now that's what I like sweetheart! Enthusiasm! And that kind of passion is worth a reward. Are you paying attention here Mike?..." Lindsey said tossing a smile over her shoulder at her frustrated boyfriend.

There was a pained groan from Mike in response.

Lindsey took her hand off Steven's cock and reached for her big satchel purse that was on the end table beside the couch. She took out a tube of moisturizer and took off the top. Then she leaned down towards Steve again so that her conical mammaries dangled enticingly in her skimpy bra. 

With her eyes sparkling into his, she squeezed out the translucent cream in long trails across the upper slopes of her breasts. After applying three or four streaks she must have finished the tube. The last glob of goo came out in a resounding splat against her throat and immediately started to trickle towards her opulent cleavage.

Lindsey's eyes went wide and she raised one hand to her mouth in mock surprise.

"Oh my. I didn't expect that! They never seem to last as long as you think they're going to do they baby?..."

Steven just stared up at the glorious, greasy boobs on display in front of him in rapt excitement. It looked exactly like Lindseys' tits were covered in come. And the way his testicles were knotting up he wasn't sure that he wasn't about to spontaneously add to the creamy mess that was slowly slithering down the slopes of her chest.

Lindsey reached under her bra and twisted the clasp open just as the goo was about to dribble onto the delicate material.

"I just got it out of the wash..." she said to Steven by way of explanation as she popped her bra open then twisted her shoulders back and forth.

Of course with her bra now hanging uselessly from her shoulders, her big jugs were free to ripple and sway from her chest without restraint. And that was exactly what they were doing as Lindsey leaned ever closer to Steven's completely mesmerized face.

"What are you thinking about baby? Watching me put all this gooey stuff on my chest isn't giving you ideas is it?..." she purred, her eyes sparkling as she once again reached in and surrounded Steven's boner with her questing fingers. With her other hand she started smearing the moisturizer over, under and between her heaving boobs.

"They're big aren't they? And soft too. I'll bet your cock would feel really good if I let you put it right here..." she taunted, slowly sliding her greasy hand up and down through her cleavage. 

"You'd like that baby! You'd like that a lot wouldn't you?..." Lindsey teased Steven while starting a firm, twisting stroke on his erection.

Steven's mouth hung open and he started to pant when she did that.

"Oh God yesss! That would be incredible..." he moaned, helplessly hunching up from the couch in response to Lindsey's lewd fondling.

Lindsey used her foot to spread Steven's legs as she dropped down on her knees. She would only have to lean the slightest bit forward to surround his cock with her billowing tits.

"So do we have a deal then Stevie? I let you slip your nasty cock between these big, beautiful tits of mine..." Lindsey purred with a seductive pout...."and you get to...you know... and in return, you provide any academic services that I might need for the rest of the term. Let's see if I can't help you decide!..." the smiling young beauty purred. She leaned forward and dragged one diamond hard nipple up the big, pulsing vein on the underside of Steven's erection. 

"Oh shit!.. Oh God!...Yess!...Of Course!...I will!...I do!...Whatever... you say...just..." Steve whimpered, his hands fluttering towards Lindsey's breasts and then stopping like there was a force field surrounding them. 

The teasing little temptress could barely contain her giggles to see how hesitant and shy Steven was despite his obvious excitement.

"Lindsey I don't understand why you're doing this with that geek! Please..." Mike implored in a choking voice.

"You be quiet! Just think of this as an investment in our education!..." Lindsey snapped.

And then with her eyes burning up into Steven's, she shuffled forward the last few inches between his knees. Shoulders back, she leaned in until her rigid nipples were stabbing into Steven's stomach. Then she moved her open palms to the sides of her tits and squashed them together, enveloping Steven's cock in the press of her steamy bosom. 

"Ahhhh!....God!...Ohhh Godd!..." Steven groaned, writhing with arousal as his cock was surrounded by the warm, creamy flesh of Lindsey's boobs.

"There baby!...Just for you!...Does that feel good?...Do you like it?..." she purred, beginning to rock her shoulders up and down a little and starting a little fucking motion on Steven's tool.

"Jesus Lindsey!...You have no idea!..." Steven groaned. He responded to her coaxing with eager little thrusts of his hips, sliding himself between Lindsey's supple breasts. As his sensitive knob began to glide up and down against her breast bone, he almost lost it.

He turned his eyes pleadingly towards the kneeling seductress, biting his lip as he concentrated on trying not to come. He happened to glance quickly towards Mike and Danni. Those two were both watching his lewd seduction with vastly different expressions on their faces. 

Lindsey could see how quickly his excitement was building and there were still a couple of other little tricks she wanted to try before he blew his load.

"Here! You take them!..." she murmured, reaching out for Steven's hands and placing them on the sides of her breasts.

"Squeeze them! Go on! Do what you want!..." she encouraged as her own hands drifted down into the wide eyed young man's groin. She gently closed one hand on his drum taut testicles. With the outstretched index finger of her other hand she started to trace a line along the strip of flesh behind his balls towards his asshole.

"Ummm!...Ummm!...Oh shittt!..." Steven moaned, eagerly compressing Lindsey's resilient tit flesh around his rampant tool. The sensations rocketing through his groin were so intense that he couldn't keep a steady rhythm with his tit fucking. He could only do two or three feverish thrusts inside that greasy channel and then he had to stop himself to keep control. On one of these pauses he stopped with his purple cock head straining frantically through the top of Lindsey's cleavage.

"It looks like you're about ready to pop!..." the kneeling beauty laughed as she watched the clear pre-come streaming from Steven's pee slit.

"Unn!...Lindsey!....I...I...can't help....I mean...it's...so close...Ahhhh!...." Steven moaned, not even able to form a coherent sentence. He clung feverishly to Lindsey's fleshy melons and held rigidly still to try and stop the tidal wave of come that was threatening to explode form his balls.

But Lindsey wasn't going to let him hold back any longer.

"So close?....You mean you're ready?...And if I do this?..." she asked in an innocent murmur.

And as she said that Lindsey slid her sharp nailed finger up against Steven's sphincter. Without any hesitation she wiggled her fingertip through that puckered little opening and shoved it smoothly up into his bowels.

"Whaaaa!....Naahhhh!...Don't!..." Steven gasped in surprise, jackknifing forward at the waist in response to Lindsey's unexpected anal assault. He tried to lurch to his feet but Lindsey leaned heavily into his lap and kept him impaled on her delving finger

"Don't what baby?...Don't stick my finger up your ass?...Afraid you're going to come if I do?..." the kneeling co-ed purred, jabbing her finger quickly in and out of his virgin asshole. 

"Nahhh!...No!...Yes!...Lindsey!..." he yelped. He strained upward as if he was trying to lift the dark haired girl off the floor by her boobs with the frantic thrust of his loins. 




The Rings



"How about if I twist it around like this?..." Lindsey asked as she corkscrewed her finger around inside his ass in a way that made Steven whimper in amazed excitement.

"I'll bet you won't be able to hold it if I do this! Let's see!..."

And without waiting for his response Lindsey bobbed her head down and siphoned Steven's crimson knob into her mouth. At the same time she squeezed his balls and pressed up even deeper into the depths of his anus with her lewdly invading finger.

It was more stimulation than poor Steven could handle. His nuts gave a violent twitch in Lindsey's hand and he started spewing come in wrenching spasms.

"Ahhh!...Nahhhh!....Unnnn!...' he cried, almost passing out at the intensity of his orgasm. He couldn't take his eyes off Lindsey's as he arched his back and the come streamed from his cock into her leeching mouth.

Lindsey's own eyes went wide with surprise at the sheer volume of boy juice that was pouring down her throat. Steven's lurching balls pounded frantically against the underside of her tits as his come erupted in a fountain of fiery goo.

"Ummmm!...Ummm!...Ummmm Hmmm!..." Lindsey moaned. She hadn't been planning to swallow it but Steven started coming so fast and so hard that she never had a chance to get her mouth off him. She had no choice but to swallow or choke on it. And even swallowing as fast as she could, there was still a steady overflow of viscous cream oozing from the corner of her mouth and spilling out onto the upper slopes of her breasts.

"Umm Hmm!...Umm Hmm!...Umm Hmm!..." she encouraged as the torrent of sperm persisted. She continued to work her finger in and out of Steven's loosening rectum by way of further encouragement.

"Unn!...Unnn!...Unnn!..." Steven grunted as his orgasm went on and on. 

Lindsey continued to look up into Steven's eyes the whole time that he was coming in her mouth. 

"Oh God!...Lindsey!...No more!...I can't..." Steven gasped as the continuing spasms that wracked his genitals started getting downright painful.

Lindsey ignored him and when the scalding flow did start to ease, she snapped her wrist three of four times under his ass. That made her prodding finger wiggle around inside him in a very rude way and provoked another brief, but satisfying, flurry of spurts from his now cringing testicles.

"Nahhh!...Goddd!...Nooo!.." he groaned as the room started to spin around him.

Lindsey waited until she was sure that he was done before she removed her lips from his purple knob with a lewd slurp.

"Just wanted to make sure I got it all!..." she said with a smile, wiping her mouth and her chin with the back of her hand.

Steven collapsed back onto the couch gasping for breath. He had never come so hard in his life. He was barely aware of what was happening as Lindsey gracefully rose to her feet, keeping a watchful eye on him as she did so. Calmly she re-buttoned her shirt and then turned to Danni and Mike.

"Well I think that should take care of our little chemistry problem. Oh Mike. Don't look so pissy. I didn't hear you complaining when Danni was getting you off. So why don't we just go see what there is to eat in the kitchen."

She turned and looked back at Steven who was sprawled on the couch, his hard-on still startling erect at his groin despite the wracking orgasm he had just experienced.

"I'm sure my new study buddy has got some homework to catch up on back at his house. He'll be able to find his own way out won't you baby?..." she said with a teasing moue. 

"Come on mister. You've got some explaining to do!..." Lindsey said, grabbing Mike by the arm and sort of half dragging him towards the kitchen.

That didn't stop Mike from giving Steven a ferocious scowl as he followed after his girlfriend.

Danni hesitated though. As she walked by the couch she stopped and looked down at Steven with a thoughtful expression. 

Steven was just finally starting to focus on his surroundings once more. His cock was just beginning to loose some of its hearty stiffness. He looked at Danni staring down at him and wondered what she must be thinking.

"Aren't you coming?..." Lindsey asked Danni from the doorway leading to the kitchen.

"Ahhhh!...No!...In a minute. I want to ask Steven about his...about his sister. Just...just give us a minute. ..." Danni replied.

"Yeah sure! But don't keep him too long! He's still got to get us through Mrs. Blair's class O.K.? ..." Lindsey snorted.

"Whatever!...I'll be right there..." Danni said, fixing her eyes on Steven's exposed groin.

Distractedly, she reached under her skirt and worked her little panties off. Then she gathered the edge of her skirt in one hand and planted that fist on her hip, baring her naked loins to the totally amazed young man in front of her. Tipping her pelvis up, she used the thumb and forefinger of her other hand to spread apart her juicy labia. Steven suddenly had an unobstructed view of Danni's glistening pink vagina. 

Despite the fact that Lindsey had just given him the first and most amazing tit / blow job that he had ever had, his penis did give a little twitch and start to re-stiffen noticeably as Danni gave him her wanton little up-skirt display.

"Don't you guys ever get tired of being led around by your dicks?..." the smiling young cheerleader asked Steven, clenching and unclenching her interior muscles so that her glistening pink channel pulsed invitingly in front of his transfixed gaze.

"I...I'm not sure what you...I mean...I'm not usually...not like...I mean never really... But I could see...I mean...what...what was the question?..." Steven mumbled in utter confusion. His cock had returned to maximum rigidity in response to Danielle's lewd display. He had had no idea when he decided to talk to Lindsey after to school that it would lead to anything like this. 

"Never mind..." Danni replied.

"Now slide off that couch. On the floor. On your back. Go on! Do it!...That's it! ..." Danni instructed as Steven awkwardly moved off the couch and onto the floor. He had no idea what she wanted from him. Lindsey had been very clear when she said that Danni was a lesbian.

"Oh my! Look at you..." Danni said with a smile as Steven's cock strained upwards from his loins, not quite touching his stomach. She let go of her little skirt and stepped around so that she was straddling his head with her ass pointed towards his feet. She smiled down at him over the swell of her breasts, shifted her feet a little further apart and gave her ass a little shake. Steven sucked in an excited breath when she did that, his eyes riveted on the naked apex of her loins. 

"Now let me show you one of the routines we were working on at school just yesterday."

And with that the blonde put her little hands on her hips and started doing some high kicks. Steven stared open mouthed at the way her fleshy labia twisted and turned as her legs scissored up and down. After a few of these Danni finished by resuming her stance above Steve's face but now with her feet planted about a foot outside of each of his shoulders. She swung her hips in a few wide orbits and then stopped and spread her feet even further apart. In this pose her meaty lips were spread wide apart and her juicy pink interior was wide open above Steven's captivated gaze

"And now for the big finish.." she purred as she slowly and deliberately did the splits, stopping when her molten center was poised only a hair's breath above Steven's incredulous face. She held that position, her eyes burning down into his, practically daring him to kiss it.

But Steven was too awestruck by Danni's wanton posing to do anything other than stare. Finally she said to him in a throaty murmur... "Can you touch your nose with your tongue?..."

"What?..." Steven croaked uncomprehendingly.

"Can you?..." she asked sweetly.

Steven hesitantly tried to do it but came up a little short.

"Not bad for a first try. Maybe after a little workout you'll do better..." the blonde teased. 

"Now don't move!..."

With her eyes still smoldering down into his she extended her left foot out even further. She lowered herself until her little skirt surrounded Steven's head and she had covered his nose and his mouth with her gaping pussy. 

She sighed with satisfaction as she settled herself more heavily on the young man's disbelieving face.

"Four years of ballet!..." she said triumphantly.

"Now lick it!..." she purred. She couldn't see his face since it was now hidden beneath her skirt so she gave her hips a little shimmy to encourage the thunderstruck young man laying beneath her.

Steven was too flustered and excited to do anything other than obey. He placed his shaking hands on her thighs and turned his face under Danni's loins. He started to nod his head and work his tongue through her greasy channel with an enthusiasm that was fueled by an incredible arousal. 

"Ummm!...That's it!...Eat that pussy!..." Danni enthused, leaning slightly forward to open herself even further to Steven's oral attentions.

"Unn!..Unn umm!...Umm!..." Steven groaned gutturally as Danni's seething juices began to bathe his cheeks. 

It didn't take long before the little blonde had both her palms pressing his forehead through her rucked up skirt. She held his head still and shifted on his face until she had his tongue buried deep in her throbbing center. Then she tipped even further forward so that she could scrub her clit back and forth across the bridge of Steven's nose. 

"Yeah!...Shit yeah!...Like that!...Just like that!...Oh Goddd!..." Danni moaned as her loins began to stiffen. She was going to orgasm soon and she could tell it was going to be a big one. But she didn't want to come like this. She let Steven toil away beneath her greasy thighs for a little while longer. 

Then suddenly she panted..." You bastard!..." as she swiveled her hips and drew her scissored legs beneath her. Ultimately she ended up squatting over Steven's face. She shifted around until she was straddling him with her knees shoved up under his armpits. 

Steven blinked up anxiously at the panting cheerleader glaring down at him. His face was red and gleaming with a generous coating of her girl juices.

"What?...What is it?..." he stammered in confusion.

Danni grabbed his hands, pulled them up above his ears and pinned them to the floor.

"I know what you're doing..." she rasped planting her loins on Steven's breast bone and starting to edge her way back down his body.

"You think that if you get me really hot I'll let you fuck me. That's what you're trying to do isn't it?..." Danni said with flashing eyes.

"What?...No!...I didn't ever...I mean...I thought you were...like...you know...what Lindsey said ...gay... " Steven stammered. But even as he was denying Danni's accusation, he was acutely aware of her pussy sliding wetly across his chest and onto his stomach. Her fluttering lower lips were leaving a greasy smear behind them as Danni inched backwards towards his loins. His cock strained up towards that approaching beacon like a heat seeking missile locking on a target.

"No?..." Danni queried releasing one of Steven's hands and reaching down between her legs.

"Because there's absolutely no way I'd ever let you fuck me with...this..." she hissed, clenching her little fist tight around the root of Steven's rigid erection and yanking down on it. 

"You know that right?..." she asked again. She pushed back further, sliding her ass across Steven's tummy. She changed her grip on his cock, holding it by the tip and laying it flat on his stomach. Then she straightened her back and sat on it, planting her pussy on his rigid shaft. 

He whimpered with excitement at the feel of the cheer leader's meaty labia enfolding his length like a hot dog bun surrounding a sausage. 

"Yeahhh!...Uhhh...sss...ssure..." Steven barely managed to croak. Danni started sliding back and forth on his eager cock, shamelessly dry humping him in her girlfriend's living room. Then she leaned forward so that she could drag her clit back and forth across Steven's knob as she hunched over his pulsing erection.

"Ummm!...That's good that...that you know that...Ohhh!...that you can't...can't fuck...Oh shit! ...fff...fuck me!..." Danni groaned in her own excitement.

As she was saying this, the little blonde tipped her pelvis down and pushed back, impaling herself firmly on the end of Steven's prick.

"Oh Goddd!..." Steven groaned as Danni's silky sheath surrounded him.

"No!...You can't!...You're not going to fuck me!...Not going to...to fuck me!...Not...fucking me!...Not!...No!...You're not!...Fucking me!...Fucking me!..." Danni chanted ever more faintly as she slowly straightened up over the saddle of Steven's loins. And even as she repeated her litany of denial, she was riding up and down on the top half of his responsive tool in a slow but steamy rhythm. 

Steven didn't know what to think. He wouldn't force himself on Danni or any girl but he hadn't had to do anything. She had taken all the initiative and despite what she was saying she was the one doing the fucking. Steven didn't know what she really wanted but he was more than happy to just lay there and take it as she hoisted herself up and down on his steely cock.

The truth was that the sensation of her tight, silky pussy working on his eager tool was already pushing him towards another orgasm. Unconsciously he was digging his fingernails into the carpet beneath him to try and keep himself from letting go too soon. 

"Nahhh!...Danni!...That feels so good!...Ahhh!...I don't know...Unn...how much...how much...Ahhh!..."

"Shhh!..." Danni hissed biting her lip in concentration as she continued to post up and down on his throbbing length.

"Danni! Are you coming?..."

It was Lindsey talking as her quick little steps could be heard approaching the doorway. The footsteps stopped and there was a quick intake of breath. Steven turned to look but the couch blocked his view of the doorway.

"Are you fucking him?..." Lindsey whispered, staring over the couch at the entwined pair in disbelief.

"No I'm not!..."

"Well it sure looks like you are!..." although with Danni's little cheer leader's skirt spilling over their coupled loins Lindsey couldn't really see for sure.

"Well I'm not! Now go away!.." Danni ordered, sinking down even further to take in a little more of Steven's erection. She had gone back to ringing the base of his shaft with her thumb and her forefinger. And now she fanned out her other three fingers and closed them warmly on his quivering testicles.

"Well when you're done not fucking him we're in the kitchen!..." Lindsey said with a laugh, her voice fading as she headed back to join her boyfriend.

"Nahhh!...Danni!...Waitt!...Goddd!...I'm so close!...Don't!...I'm gonna' lose it if you don't stop!...Don't!...." Steven stammered in a low voice that he hoped Lindsey wouldn't hear. But with Danni's fingers teasing his balls and the way she was working him over with her greedy pussy, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.

"Am I getting to you baby? You feel like you're gonna' come? Well you better not! Don't you dare! Don't even think about coming inside me you bastard!..."

But even as she said it Danni stopped in mid slide and held herself completely still on the upper half of Steven's cock. 

He thought she was going to let him try and get himself under control. But he was wrong.

Even as he was about to say...'Oh yeah!...Just hold still for a minute!...', her shoulder began pumping and she started racing the ring of her thumb and her forefinger up and down the exposed portion of his shaft. Her eyes burned down into his, her nubile little breasts jiggling beneath her tank top in time with her insistent 'jack-off' strokes.

"Danni!...Don't!...Nahhh!...I can't!...I'm gonna...gonna!...Please!..." Steven whimpered, squirming frantically beneath the little blonde kneeling over him. He was trying desperately to stop from coming. But Danni seemed intent on forcing it out of him even as she told him not to. 

She leaned forward a little so that her face was right in his as she sneered...

"What's the matter baby? Are those big balls of yours getting kind of blue? But you can't come inside me! Oh you'd love to do that wouldn't you lover? To shoot all that hot baby batter up inside me and knock me up! You'd do that in a heartbeat wouldn't you Stevie? But you can't! Shoot your hot load up into me and make me pregnant! Is that what you want? To make a mommy out of me. A mommy with a big round belly and swollen breasts that leak all over my shirts? You could make a baby inside me right now if you come! So don't you dare! Don't even think about it!..." Danni intoned. And all the while she was planting these lurid images in Steven's mind her little hand was pistoning up and down on the base of his cock.

Incredibly, instead of cooling his arousal, Steven was finding Danni's lewd suggestions about making a baby were in fact making him more excited. He tried as hard as he could to hold it but he just couldn't!

"Ahhh!...Get offff!...It's!...I'm!....Nahhh!..." he cried as a molten comet of sperm fired up inside Danni's leeching pussy.

The little blonde's eyes went wide as she felt that first bolt of sperm jet up inside her.

She instantly stopped her little hand's swift shuttling up and down. Her fingers snapped into a vice like clamp around the root of Steven's cock, checking the rush of come inside her.

"You bastard!..." she hissed.

Steven twisted and squeezed his buttocks tight still trying to stop his ejaculation. But it was too late. He looked up into Danni's flashing eyes in fearful apprehension. But it wasn't his fault. She had made him come. How could he not with the lewd things she was saying and the shameless way she fucked him. But right now the sperm was backing up excruciatingly in his balls. She had to let him go, let him come! She had to! 

"Please!...Nahhh!...I'm sss...so sorry! I couldn't hold it!...Goddd!...Please!...You've got to let me come Danni!...Please!...You're killing me here!..." Steven gasped, twisting and bucking and pushing at Danni's knees with his hands, trying to squirm himself free from the ruthless squeeze of her fingers around his cock.

Danni knew the pain that was growing inside Steven's testicles as she held back his flow. She could feel the seething sperm pulsing for release beneath her pressing hand. But she knew what she was doing. She held him like that until the tears of frustration were welling up in his eyes.

Steven was praying that she would just slide off him and then let go of his cock and let him come. But what Danni actually did amazed him. 

"You little shit! If that's what you want then do it!..." she hissed at him as she released the brutal grip she had on the base of his cock and dropped down on him like a stone. 

To his complete amazement Steven found himself with his prick buried in Danni's juicy snatch right up to his balls. He opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was a gasping..."Bahhhh..." 

Danni continued to stare down at him with a stern look of both displeasure and anticipation.

There was a long moment when absolutely nothing happened and the young couple both held their breaths. And then another burst of searing come tore through his length, exploding inside her and the torrent resumed. Steven was suddenly spewing a white hot river of sperm directly into Danni's uterus.

"Unnn!...Unn!..Oh God!...Unn!..." he cried in excitement and relief. With his hands planted in the carpet he drove up with his hips. He held Danni aloft, impaled on his spewing cock like a bug on a pin as his fiery orgasm wracked his loins.

Danni looked down on him with a knowing smile, reveling at the feel of each spurt of come that was jetting straight into her womb.




The Rings



Michael was panting as he burst through the front door of his home. His mother was still at work. She had sent a text message to his cell phone that she was going to be late and he was to get his own supper. His Dad had passed away three years ago of a heart attack, and she really didn't need to work as hard as she did, Michael thought. The investments his father had left behind were more than enough so that they could comfortably live the rest of their lives without worrying about money.

He rushed upstairs, throwing his pack in the corner of the front hall. He dashed into his bedroom and pulled the old worn gym bag from under his bed. Heading into the bathroom, he quickly stripped down and checked his body in the mirrored shower door. Being a member of the college school swim team had its advantages, he thought. Not only did it help keep him slim and in shape, it also provided a great excuse to keep his whole body shaved. You see, Michael wasn't your average 19 year old boy. He was a 19 year old girl trapped in a boy's body.

He methodically laid out the contents of the gym bag. First there were the white cotton panties he had nicked from an old girlfriend. Then came the old bra he had rescued from his mother's donate pile. She was constantly updating her wardrobe for work and anything she wanted to get rid of was donated to the local Salvation Army Thrift Store. He had also snagged a few other things from the pile, but his most prized possession had to be one of her old 'LBD's. The breast forms had been ordered online, EBay was such a wonderful resource, and the 3 inch stilettos had come from there also.

He hurriedly pulled out his bare bones makeup kit and got to work. A dash of blue eyeshadow, a splash of black eyeliner, and ruby red lipstick completed the quick transformation into Michelle. It wasn't the most inventive name change and he knew he'd have to work on that.

After pulling the clothes on, he stepped into the pumps. Now there was only one thing left to do. His mother had forbid him to grow his hair long, so he reached into the battered box in the gym bag beside his feet. Inside was the finishing touch, the one piece that truly completed the transformation. The auburn coloured curls tickled his neck as the wig fell into place.

He turned to look in the mirror. It wasn't one of his better attempts, but it would do for the few hours he had. As he walked out of the bathroom, the click of high heels on the tiled floor was music to his ears. It always sent chills up his spine, even when Maria, his mother, clacked around the house in her pumps.

He made sure all the curtains were closed before turning the living room lights on. After grabbing a quick sandwich and a glass of pop, he flopped down on the sofa to watch television. He still had a couple of hours before his mom was due to come home, but he didn't dare go outside like this. The town was just too small and someone was bound to recognize him. He had just started to watch the evening news when he heard the car door slam in the driveway. He ripped the high heels off of his feet and started running for the stairs. His only hope was that he would make it to the shower before she got into the house. But his luck ran out as he got the bottom of the stairs. He heard the key turn in the door and his heart sank. Still, he tried anyways. 

"Michael, What on earth?" he heard as he clambered up the final three steps. He raced into the bathroom and slammed the door. He had ripped the wig and dress off before she pushed the door open. Hearing her gasp, he turned to see her head off to her bedroom.

He hurriedly finished changing and stuffed everything back into the gym bag. A quick wash of his face, and he replaced the gym bag into its normal hiding spot. He flopped down on the corner of his bed. He was afraid of what his mother was going to say or do. But a part of him was also feeling a little bit of relief. At least now maybe he might not have to hide it from her anymore. There came a light tap at his door.

"I think maybe we might need to talk" his mother said shakily as he opened the door to his room. He pulled out the chair to his desk and offered it to her. He then returned to the corner of his bed.

He looked at his mother's pale face, at the smudged mascara and red eyes. There was an awkward silence that lasted a bit longer than he was comfortable with. Then she asked him to explain.

Nervously, he began to tell about his gender confusion. The more he talked, the easier it became to explain. The words seemed to flow and soon he reached the end. When he finished talking, he looked up at her, hoping for some sign of acceptance. All he saw was a woman torn in two.

Maria was definitely confused. She understood what her son was saying. How he felt more relaxed and comfortable when dressed. More like how he should really have been. But yet she did hurt inside. It wasn't because he dressed; it was because of the fact that he had hid it. That he felt he couldn't talk to her about it until she had caught him in the act. It was then that she realized he was waiting for her to say something.

"This is a lot to take in" she slowly began. "I'm going to need a few minutes to sort things out in my mind. Go take a shower and we will talk about this more after. Besides," she nervously giggled, "You still have some eyeliner on."

Michael sniggered and stood up. His mother headed for the stairs as he padded back into the bathroom for the third time that evening. When Maria heard the water start up, she headed back up to her room. She had already made up her mind. She opened her closet door and started moving hangers.

Michael finished towelling off after the long shower. He pulled on a pair of pajama pants and wiped the fog off the mirror. He was worried his mother was going to freak all over him as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom. Squaring up his shoulders, he firmly opened the bathroom door. No matter what her reaction was, it wouldn't stop him from dressing. He heard his mother call out to him. With the sound coming from his room, he was filled with trepidation. He took a deep breath and walked slowly down the hallway. His jaw dropped as he stepped into his room. His mother was standing on the opposite side of his bed with her arms crossed. But that wasn't the real shocker. That was the bed, or rather what was on it. There were four different outfits laid out there for him.

"I know they are hand me downs, but will they do? I mean, I'm not sure where your tastes lie. Although I thought I recognized the flash of this going up the stairs tonight." She held up the little black dress he had been wearing earlier.

He walked over and surveyed the treasure trove laid out before him. There were two silk blouses, with matching A-line skirts. And two pairs of very feminine jeans with t-shirts to go with them. He gasped when he saw the three brand new pairs of pantyhose. That was going to have been his next purchase.

"Thanks mom," Michael whispered. "Michelle is going to love these." He looked up at his mother. The biggest smile ever split his face from ear to ear. He ran over and hugged her.

"We'll take a trip to the city this weekend and get you a few more things. I'll also talk to a friend of your grandmothers. Her daughter is a makeup artist. Maybe she can teach you some better makeup. Hell, Even I can't pull off the blue eyes with red lips. I could use some help as well."

Friday afternoon couldn't come quick enough for Michael. But come it did. He had told the swim coach he wouldn't be able to make practice that afternoon due to the trip. This surprised the coach. Michael hadn't missed a practice since the beginning of the year. The coach nodded and told him to have fun.

During the week they had planned the whole weekend out. His mother had booked a room at the Biggie 6 motel. The car had been packed and ready to go since Thursday evening. He hurried into the house to put his school stuff away in his room. He stopped dead after glancing into the living room. His mother was sitting on the couch having tea with his grandmother. 

"Michael, I've made two more appointments for the weekend," she said. "You better hurry and get changed. You have ten minutes and then the bus is leaving, with or without you," she teased.

Michael took the stairs two at a time, racing to get ready. After a quick shower, he threw on his favourite jeans and t-shirt combo. Then he was back down stairs, panting heavily. His grandmother had left while he was getting changed. 

"Your grandmother suggested we visit Joanna Mulgore" Maria said. She runs a small curiosity shop, specializing in strange and exotic jewellery. She also supposedly has a sixth sense about what each person is really looking for. The story goes she is a witch, if you believe that sort of thing. We're stopping there first, before we check in to the motel. So come on...Let's get going."

When they pulled up to the address she had been given, Maria wasn't sure what to think. It looked like it was somebody's house, but the sign out front did say it was Joanna's House of Curiosities. 

"This could be interesting" Michael muttered a little louder than he wanted to. Maria looked at him.

"I agree" she said.

Joanna opened the door just as they climbed up the last step. 

"Come in" she said. "Pardon the mess. I've been trying to reorganize this place for months, and just don't seem to be getting anywhere. The shop is this way," she said. She was pointing down the hallway to a large open area at the back of the house. She looked at Michael. 

"I understand we are looking for a special piece or two for you young man. You desire what? Something masculine, or maybe a touch feminine? I know," she said, clapping Michael on the back. "One of each. I think I have exactly what you are looking for in this last case here." Joanna winked at Maria.

Maria was shocked. The only person she had mentioned anything to was her mother. And she knew that her mom wouldn't tell anyone without asking first. The only thing she had said to Joanna when making the appointment was that they wanted something unique. Joanna put her arm around Michael's shoulders and steered him towards a case at the back of the room.

"You might find something for yourself in the first display case over there" Joanna pointed to the other end of the counter.

Michael was puzzled by this woman who was dragging him to the dustiest display case in the store. He knew his mother had told grandma, but she wouldn't tell a complete stranger would she? Yet this woman had picked up on the fact that he might be interested in feminine things. When they reached the back case, the woman pulled a worn rag from her pocket. She hurriedly slapped the top of the case, as if trying to beat the dust away. Then she stepped around the back and opened the sliding door.

"I think this set is exactly what you need young man". She had pulled a semi matching set of silver grey rings out of the display case. To Michael, they seemed to emit a faint light. One glowed blue, while the other gave off a slight pink sheen.

"They are gorgeous" he said. "But I don't know if I can afford them both. I don't have a lot of money to spend."

"Well, let's see what the magic sticker says. Oh my, how does thirty five dollars sound?" She asked.

Michael gasped in disbelief. That was exactly the amount he had decided to spend before even entering the shop. This place was spooky.

"Sold" he blurted out quickly while reaching for his wallet. He handed the woman the cash and reached for the rings. He was eager to try them on.

"Not here" the woman hissed, snapping the case closed. "Here are the instructions. You must follow them carefully, for only then will you truly appreciate the true beauty of them." She handed Michael a sealed envelope. 

Maria walked over to them. "I saw a gorgeous pendant up here that I simply must have. How much?"

"Show me which one it is." Joanna said. "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement that will be mutually beneficial."

When Maria had paid for the silver Celtic Cross pendant, she too received an envelope. This puzzled her but she decided to go with the woman's eccentricities. 

The two thanked the woman and left. They headed into the city and Maria checked them in to the motel. They both laughed about the woman and her shop as they dragged their bags up to the room. 

Michael pulled the ring box and envelope out of the shopping bag the lady had given them. His mother was in the shower so he knew he had some time to study everything closer. When he tried to open the ring box the lid wouldn't budge. For a moment he thought the woman had scammed them by slipping a sealed, empty case into the bag when they weren't looking. Her words echoed in his mind as he turned the box over and over in his hands. Setting the box aside, he tore open the envelope and pulled out a folded piece of parchment. The note was written in a flamboyant and flowing script.

Rings of two, One pink and one blue,

The first to put on, Should match to you,

Once the fuzziness fades, Remove and trade

For the colour you feel you should be.

On the bottom she hand also jotted another line. Note: Lay down immediately after placing the second ring on your finger as a momentary loss of consciousness may occur the first time. Michael decided to wait and show the note to his mother before actually putting either ring on. He didn't want her to come out of the shower and think he was dead or something.

There came a quiet click from the ring case and it popped open on its own. What the heck, Michael thought, might as well put the blue one on. There wasn't supposed to be any major side effects from it. As it started to slide onto his finger, it seemed to shift in size to fit his slim finger. Weird he thought, but then he swore he felt a click as it settled into its resting place. The room started to get a little blurry so he leaned back against the headboard. No sooner had his head touched the wall then everything snapped back into focus.

His mother walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. She gave him a quizzical look. "You ok honey? You look a little pale."

"I'm fine mom", he replied. Then he passed her the note.

"I'm going to assume you know which one is which" she said. "But what exactly are they supposed to do?"

The answer suddenly popped into his head. It was as clear as the nose on his face. "They change me. I mean physically change my body from male to female, and back again hopefully. This blue glowing one," he held up his hand to show her, "is the male one."

"And the pink one changes you to female" his mother finished. She looked at the ring in the box. "I'm glad you can tell the difference, because they both look silver to me."

Michael pulled the first ring off his hand and placed it in its resting spot inside the box. He reached for the second one, but suddenly stopped. An idea flashed through his mind. He quickly shed the skin tight jeans he was wearing. His mother gave him a strange look.

"Well, if it does change my body, I don't think my new hips and ass will fit in those jeans" he joked.

"Good point," she said. "Let me get dressed first. I have got to see how this happens, but I'm freezing here." She turned his back to him and quickly threw on her jeans and a t-shirt. "Ok," she said. "I'm ready if you are."

Michael grabbed the ring and lay down on the bed. Just as before the ring shifted in size as it slid on. Then came the click feeling, and the world closed in on him.

His eyes fluttered open a moment later. He felt a little funny and noticed an extra bit of weight on his chest. He tilted his head forward and looked at his feet. He could barely see his toes above his chest. A chest, he thought, I have TITS!!!

The next thing he knew his mother was looking down on him, a look of shock, fear, and concern on her face.

"I'm fine mom" Michael said. Even his voice had gotten softer and more feminine.

"You better hope that other ring changes you back. There's no way I could even begin to explain this to the rest of the family" She said in earnest.

He pulled the ring off of his finger and replaced it with the first one. A click and everything was back to normal again. His chest was flat and his voice was his again.

"See, I'll be fine" he told his mother. He hastily changed rings again. This time he didn't black out, but time did seem to stop for a few moments.

He stood up and almost fell on his face. The change in sexes brought with it a change in his center of gravity. He walked into the bathroom to check out what Michelle looked like in real life. 

He wiped the remaining steam off the mirror and stared in awe. His normally close cropped hair now curled its way down to his slender shoulders. His features had changed to much more delicate versions of his previous face. Then his gaze dropped to his chest. The T-shirt he had been wearing was barely able to cover the new, soft mounds of his chest. He pulled it over his head and gasped at the first glance he had of his breasts. He actually had a nice set of perky tits. They jiggled up and down with every breath he took. He slowly ran his hands over them, gently squeezing them. A chill ran up his spine at all the new sensations. He held his breath as his hand slid down the smooth, soft skin of his belly. He slowly slid his hand inside the waistband of his boxers. He was sure his mother heard his squeal of joy what he found. He ripped them off and threw them into the corner. There, where his penis and scrotum had been, was now a smooth slit covered with light downy hair. He ran his fingers lightly over the outside of, just to be sure he wasn't dreaming. Shivers ran up and down his spine as he did the tentative exploration. His mother walked in behind her, as that was how he now felt about himself, towelling her hair dry.

"You know honey", she said. "You really do have a killer body. Boys are going to be chasing after you for just a sniff of your panties. You're going to have to be careful."

"MOM!!!!" Michelle said, "That's just too weird."

"What? That the boys are going to be chasing you? Or that your mom thinks her daughter has a hot body? That pendant I bought is supposed to help me look as young and hot as you do. So don't get all Miss Prim and Proper on me." Maria laughed suddenly. "Hell, if it wasn't so wrong, I'd do you myself. I have had a few female lovers in my life you know. But I will show you the best parts about being a woman." Maria wrapped her arms around her new daughter. Tomorrows' shopping was going to be so much fun. "But you should get cleaned up. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow. Oh, and three fun words of advice: HANDHELD SHOWER HEAD." With that, Maria walked out of the bathroom, giving Michael, NO, Michelle, time to explore her new body.

She quickly changed into her usual nightshirt and crawled into the second bed. Flipping on the TV, she quickly found TSC, and used it as background noise. She pulled her purchase from the shopping bag and proceeded to read the note that came with hers. She had lied a little bit to Michelle when she said it would make her younger and more attractive. While this was indeed true, it also was designed to allow her to literally attract anyone she wanted to go to bed with. It also removed that person's inhibitions, allowing for whatever she wanted to do with them. The down side was that it was only for a maximum of 12 hours, although it could be used multiple times on the same person, never more than once in a 24 hour period. Well, she thought as she looked at the pendant. Do I try it on tonight or wait until tomorrow? 

She decided to slip the chain over her head and see just what it looked like on her. She warned Michelle through the bathroom door, but was pretty sure that it really didn't sink in to her daughter. The moans coming from the shower stall were enough to tell her that Michelle was enjoying the throes of her first female orgasm. Maria stepped in front of the mirror and placed the chain around her neck. Suddenly she felt a little light headed, and reached for the nearby chair to steady herself. When she looked back into the mirror, she couldn't believe her eyes. The woman staring back at her wasn't any younger than what she was before she placed the necklace on. Maria tore the pendant from her neck and flung it across the room in disgust. Well, she thought, at least Michelle's rings worked. If the necklace had worked too, it would have been a bonus. She decided she would stop at the old woman's house on the way home to ask if she had done something incorrectly. Who knows what sort of mistake she could have made.




The Rings



Meanwhile Michelle was busy exploring her new form.