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The Trouble with Mona

By: Just Plain Bob



The trouble with Mona was that she could never take anything seriously. This is a trait that she had all the way through high school, through college and through the twenty-seven years of our marriage. Mona was what most men call a "Cock tease."

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My earliest memory of Mona was in the seventh grade when at a birthday party for some one whose name I can't even remember. She let me slide my hand up her leg to about mid thigh and then she grabbed my hand and said, "We can't. Someone might catch us." 

Despite my protests she was firm in that we couldn't do it then, but maybe later at a 'more private' time. Needles to say that 'more private' time never came. For me it finally did, but not until nine years later.

By the time we were in the eleventh grade every guy I knew had had his hand up Mona's skirt or down into her blouse or had swapped tongues with her at the drive-in movie, but no one that I know ever got so much as a finger into her pussy.

Mona was great friends with my sister and many are the times I heard my sister talking to Mona on the phone and saying, "You're going to get into trouble Mona. One of these days you're playing around is going to backfire on you."

I asked her once what Mona's response to that was.

"She thinks it is all good fun and that no one takes her seriously. But one of these days she is going to tease the wrong someone and then she is going to be in big trouble."

Mona never did tease the wrong someone (at least not that I knew of) and she continued her teasing ways through the rest of high school and through four years of college.

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I had gone back east to college on a football scholarship and had not seen nor heard from Mona the four years I was gone so I was surprised when I came back home and my sister told me that Mona was anxious to see me and had asked her to arrange a 'chance' meeting. I did not object and the meeting took place. To make a long story short sparks flew, bells rang, fireworks went off between us and six weeks later we were married.

The six-week whirlwind courtship did not leave me much time to catch up on the happenings of the last four years, but it was apparent at our wedding reception that Mona had not changed much. I noticed that she never passed up an opportunity to bend over and give some guy a shot at her cleavage - a look that went clear to her navel - and everyone that she danced with got a good feel or two and once I saw a guy with hands on both of her tits and she waited a few seconds before pushed him away and went off to continue her good time. The surprising thing was that I didn't care. Whenever we touched the electricity between us crackled and that was enough for me. I enjoyed watching her have a good time. 

As is inevitable in small towns the word tends to go around. I had taken a break and was sitting in a stall in the bathroom taking care of business when a couple of guys came in to use the urinals. I knew who they were - I grew up with them and we had gone to school together - I'm just leaving the names out to protect the guilty. One said, "Do you think Rob knows that Mona has sucked half the cocks in town?"

"No" replied the other, "And he probably doesn't know that she has given hand jobs to the other half."

"Think we can keep getting a little head from her every once in a while now that she is married? Think marriage will slow her down any?"

"Probably not. She was out in the parking lot with Lenny half an hour ago and while I can't see through cars the motions I saw left me with no doubt that she was giving Lenny a hand job."

I know that this may sound weird, but instead of getting pissed off I got a woodie and I left the bathroom with a hard on and went looking for my wife of four hours. If I had found her jacking off Lenny I would have flipped her wedding dress up and fucked her while she was doing it. No such luck. I found her on the dance floor and the guy she was dancing with was taking every opportunity to rub his dick against her. All that seeing that did was make me harder.

The reception was only supposed to last until eleven, but at mid-night it was still going strong. I got Mona off to the side and told her to go change as it was time for us to sneak away. While she went to change I went out to check on the car. Knowing that the guys would sabotage it somehow I had rented a car and had dropped it off in the lot first thing in the morning. I'd come back for my car later. On the way back into the hall I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and when I turned my head to the right I found that I was looking into a window. I stepped closer and was treated to the sight of Mona in her white high heels, white stockings, garter belt, panties and bra. She was bent forward at the waist and had her hands on the arms of a chair. Sitting in the chair was my best man and Mona was sucking his cock the way a cock is supposed to be sucked - no hands, just mouth. I watched as she sucked him to completion. I could tell when he came because I saw white stuff leaking out of the corners of her mouth. I was beside myself with lust. The really strange thing about this was that during our six-week courtship Mona and I had done nothing except for some very heavy necking. I was beginning to wonder what I had let myself in for.

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I collected Mona and we were gone a half-hour before anyone missed us. On our way to the hotel Mona slid over next to me, worked my cock out of my trousers and began giving me a hand job. When I looked over at her she smiled at me and said, "We're married now, I can do this all I want."

The honeymoon started with the discovery that Mona was a virgin. Her mouth and hand might not have been, but her sweet pussy was. The sex was fantastic. For three days we never left the room. All meals were by room service and we never let the maids in once. If there was anything that two people could do sexually Mona wanted to do it. At the end of the third day I jokingly said that I wasn't sure I was going to be man enough to keep her satisfied over the long haul. She laughed and said, "Honey, believe me when I say I'll get you up whenever you need to be gotten up."

She took hold of my cock and started stroking it. "While I'm on the subject lover there are some things that I would rather you hear from me instead of someone else."

She then proceeded to tell me about how she had been sucking cocks and giving hand jobs since her freshman year in college. She did not name names, but she made sure that I knew most of the recipients of her favors. She even ratted herself out about the reception. She told me that she'd had a regular thing going with four different guys and that she had said goodbye to them in her own 'special' way at the reception.

"But I'm all yours now lover, all yours and only yours."

She lied of course. 

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Over the next twenty-five years, while I'm sure that she never fucked anyone else, I know of several occasions when she gave a guy a blow job or a hand job. I'd even managed to see her give a few of them (unknown by her) and I never cared. She gave me all I could handle and she loved me and I knew it. While all my friends were telling me how their marriages were going stale Mona was working hard to see that it never happened to us. She was inventive and she was insatiable.

One thing never changed though, she was still the biggest tease around. We never went to a party or social event when she didn't tease. I kept telling her that some day she was going to get herself in trouble if she kept it up. She just laughed and said it was all in good fun. She would get the guys horny and when they went home their wives would get the benefits. She said she was helping keep the spice in the marriages of half of our friends.

Some guys tended to get aggressive when Mona got them cranked, but she never worried because I was her safety valve. Whenever someone got hot and horny enough to try and maneuver Mona into a secluded place she would say, "Oh oh, there's my husband, I have to go."

Well, after telling her for years that she was looking for trouble she finally found it. We were at a birthday party at her sister's house and things were going great and every one was having a good time. Around midnight one of the guys got too sick from drinking and since he was in no condition to drive and I don't drink I offered to drive him home. I found Mona and told her what I was going to do and that I would be back in an hour or so. I did not think I would be needed to save her from herself while she was at her sisters.

Two blocks from the house I stopped for gas and while I was there another guy who had been at the party also stopped for gas. He was on his way home and since he had to drive past George's place on the way he volunteered to take George off my hands. As a result I was back at the party in ten minuets. I did not see Mona anywhere when I came in, but I didn't give it much thought. The urge to pee came upon me and I headed for the bathroom. As I went by a partially opened bedroom door I heard some guys laugh and I thought I heard Mona's voice saying, "No, please no."

I stopped and looked in the open crack and saw six guys and Mona. They were holding her down on the bed and they were working her panties off of her. She was thrashing around and pleading with them to stop, but they were not paying her any attention.

"No, no you can't" cried Mona. One of the guys laughed and said, "Rob ain't here to save your sweet ass this time. You have been begging for this for years and tonight you are going to get it."

I did not rush in to save her. I told myself to let it go on just a little longer before I waded in. Maybe this would teach her a lesson. She kept crying, "No, please no, you can't do this" and one of the guys pulled out his cock and said, "I'll stuff this in her mouth and that will quiet her down."

Time to move said I, but even as I started to move toward the door it was too late. A voice said, "Close the damned door and lock it" and as the door closed I saw Mona lift her head off the bed and go for the displayed cock.

Why didn't I kick down the door? Probably because I remembered how erotic Mona had looked sucking off my best man or maybe it was the greedy look on her face as she lifted her head and her mouth closed on the guys cock. Or then again maybe it was the way I felt on the occasions when I saw her suck other cocks. Whatever, I wanted to see it again. I left the house by the back door and moved to the side of the house. I was in luck. The bedroom curtains were parted just enough for me to see inside and what I saw was a sight I'll never forget. My fifty year old wife had her knees pushed back to her shoulders and her high heels were pointed straight up at the ceiling as a guy half her age was between her legs and fucking the shit out of her while she sucked on the cock in her mouth.

I watched for the next forty-five minutes as the guys fucked her in every conceivable position. At one point she was astride one guy and was sliding up and down on one cock while another worked his dick into her asshole. Once the two of them got a rhythm going a third guy positioned himself in front of her and she took his cock in her mouth. One guy left the room and came back two minutes later with two more guys. Altogether, between the eight of them they pumped nineteen loads into Mona; three in her mouth, three in her ass and the rest in her hot cunt.

I did not pay much attention to what the guys were saying as this went on, all I heard was Mona. When she didn't have a dick in her mouth it was, "Oh god, oh god, oh god, fuck me, please fuck me, oh god fuck me."

She had at least seven orgasms that I could see and the show might have gone on for hours if one of the guys hadn't looked at his watch and said they had better end it as I was due back at any time. As they started dressing one guy helped Mona to her feet and then to the bathroom so she could clean up while another went to find her purse so she could redo her make up. As the guys were leaving the room Mona said, "Please guys, please, don't ever let Rob find out about this."

She got no answer from any of them. As the last guy was going out the door he turned, took Mona in his arms and kissed her on the lips. The kiss turned passionate and Mona's hand dropped down to stroke his cock through his pants. The guy broke the kiss and said, "Later baby, later" and Mona reluctantly moved her hand away from his cock.

I could not wait to hear what she was going to say as soon as we got in the car and I put my fingers into the hot swamp that was her cunt and asked, "What's all this?" 

The Trouble with Moonlighting



"Has anyone seen the nerd girl from accounting?" I heard my boss yell from his office as I hid behind the cabinet. I was that nerd girl and I really did not want him to find me. I hated my boss. I'm fairly certain it was guys like him that guaranteed I'd stay a virgin the rest of my life. 

All he wanted was the report that I was currently printing, but today I wore the wrong shirt to work. It may sound silly, but I have worked very hard to keep my body and its curves from showing. All of my clothes must be bulky and high-necked, otherwise, doing my job would be impossible, especially around Mr. Bradley. While he has never done anything to warrant a sexual harassment suit, he still makes you feel dirty with looks and weighted remarks. He was a man who knew what he could get away with and what he couldn't. 

The reason for today's wardrobe goof was because of my second job. During the day, I am nerd girl accountant for Bradley International. I dress like a frump and I work with the numbers I love. At night, well, that's a little different. I have lofty goals that include a nice house and a CPA office all of my own. In order to achieve these goals, I need more money than Ted the Dread can pay so I found alternate employment. Being blessed in the chest more than some girls, I decided to make use of my assets. I found a club outside of town that was far enough away (and wasn't classy enough) for my B.I. coworkers to frequent. I started off just stripping two or three nights a week. Then, after I realized how much I enjoyed it and how much I could make, I started going every night. Thanks to one of my regulars, I even found another way to supplement my income. That other way is partly responsible for my current predicament. 

When I first started working at the club, I would not bring anyone to the backroom. Most of the girls did after a lap dance, but I couldn't take that extra step. I was (still am) a virgin and I really didn't want to give it up to some guy at a strip club, so I tried to keep everything and everyone up front. Howard, one of my regulars, had, after several nights of multiple lap dances, asked me if I would bring him to the back. He had noticed other girls bringing their regulars back and wanted the same treatment. I suggested he start frequenting the other girls, but he said that they did nothing for him. He dropped the subject that night, but asked again the next. Because he was such a good guy, and he was helping to fund my dreams, I explained to him why I did not want to go to the backroom. His eyes lit up and he smiled. Since I happened to be straddling his lap at the time and noticed that the bulge in his pants had grown even larger. I was not surprised. Guys either reacted one of two ways when they heard of my condition. They either ran for the hills or fell in love. 

After the dance finished, he stayed in his seat looking contemplative. Then, close to closing time, he approached me while I was dancing on the stage. Most everyone had already left, but it was my turn at the pole. "Francesca, (that's my stage name) I completely understand your predicament and I think I might have a solution that will accommodate us both. When you're finished up there could you come down for another lap dance so that I may discuss my idea with you?" 

I finished my set while he and one or two other guys watched. It was so late, I couldn't be sure one of the guys wasn't asleep. Making my way down to him, I wondered what his idea could be. The point of this second job was because I needed money, but I wasn't willing to put out for it. I might be a stripper, but I'm not a whore. 

He took a seat further away from the stage. As I approached, I turned my back to him and sat on his lap. While I danced my ass cheeks around his groin, he discussed his idea with me, whispering his words into my neck. "If my idea makes you uncomfortable just say so and we will continue on as we were. However, if you would even consider it, I would be immensely grateful." He paused giving me time to agree so I nodded for him to continue. 

"I know how you feel about the backroom, but would you be willing to take me back there if all you had to do was dance for me and perhaps encourage me as I masturbate? You would not have to touch my penis nor would it touch you. You would dance for me as you do now, talk to me, and watch me. Your virginity would be safe and I would still get the release that I need." 

I blushed from head to toe. "Oh Howard...I don't know. I'm not sure. I will think about it, but I just don't know if I would be any good at the encouragement part. Can you give me until your next visit to think it over?" 

"Sure! Don't worry about the encouragement part if it bothers you. Just seeing you is enough encouragement for now. You can always work up to it if you like." 

I could tell he was hoping for a yes, because his cock leapt to life beneath me. I treated myself a little by grinding up against it for a minute (No one said I couldn't enjoy my job). Howard began breathing hard beneath me as I worked my way around to face him. As my tits brushed his face, I felt him buck against me. My already encouraged pussy began to moisten as I felt dampness come from his slacks. Howard was really looking forward to my agreement. 

After my shift that night, I went home, cleaned up, and lay in bed thinking of Howard's proposal. Just the idea of watching Howard excited me. I wasn't sure how I would react. I thought of him coming beneath me as he did earlier and imagined seeing it instead of just feeling it. My pussy began to ache as I imagined talking him through the act. I thought of him stroking his big cock while I hovered over it and rubbed my tits in his face. I reached down to stoke the fire between my legs. With dripping fingers, I moistened the light hair on my outer lips as I continued to play out the scenario in my head. 

Howard was a nice looking man. Unlike most of the guys that came into the club who were usually truckers or farm hands, Howard was more professional. He didn't dress up to come in, but you could tell he normally wore a suit to work. 

That's how I imagined him, dressed in a suit, leaned back in a chair, stroking his cock. 

I raked my nails along my inner thighs, squeezing them as I spread my legs. Virgin or not, it did not mean I couldn't masturbate. I loved to play with my pussy when I got home from work. Tonight, after listening to Howard, it was going to be even better. I pulled on my nipples, forcing them into even tighter peaks. 

I thought of rubbing Howard's cock between my tits, making him cum all over the top of them. Moistening my fingers in my cunt I rubbed them into my cleavage, imagining his cock doing the same as I used my other hand to tease and pinch my clit. 

"Oh Howard, spray your hot load onto my tits." I moaned, plunging my finger into my dripping slit. I flipped over onto my stomach and spread my legs as wide as I could, letting the sheet bunch between my legs. I ground my hips into the bed over and over again, imagining myself on top of Howard riding his dick like the slut I wanted (at that moment) to be. 

"Oh yes! Please fuck me harder!" I yelled into my pillow as I pounded my pussy into the bed. My ass jiggled from the force teasing my asshole as my cheeks opened and closed. The coarse percale sheets grazed my nipples as they bounced back and forth making my breasts heavy and aching. I felt my orgasm starting to slowly build and I increased my speed, twisting my hips as far forward as I could. Moans of bliss poured from my mouth as my orgasm erupted within me. My belly and thighs contracted as I continued to pump my pussy into the bed reveling in the aftershocks, teasing myself into a second and then a third climax. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. Exhausted, I collapsed deeper into my bed and fell asleep. 

Howard didn't show up for an entire week and I found myself slightly disappointed. I went through my normal routine and drudged through the each day hoping to see him that night. At the end of the week during my second set, he walked in looking a little wary, but certainly excited. He sat near the stage at first and watched as I finished my dance. A few other guys had asked for lap dances so I attended to them before he called me over. 

"A lap dance if you please miss," he said as he smiled at me. 

I laughed and gave him a curtsy, "As you wish sir." Occasionally, he liked to pretend to be a gentleman so I played my part and treated him like one. 

As the song came on, I went through the motions of my dance. I could feel myself getting wet already and I worried that he would see it leaking around the side of my thong. Squatting in front of him, I lifted my tits onto his thighs and ran them back and forth along the tops before brushing my nipples across his crotch. 

He raised his eyebrow at me in question but went along. Standing, I turned around and slowly ran my hands down my legs until I gripped my ankles then ran them back up to my thick ass. I massaged my fingers deep into the flesh while I played with my oil-covered ass, stretching and molding it until tendrils of pleasure snaked down to my pussy. Standing at peeks, my nipples called me to give them attention too. I allowed them to fall towards my face as I bent over backwards. Left and right they swished. Their weight pulled me lower, requiring me to quickly right myself. I twisted around and ended up with my face right in the V of his legs. 

"God Francesca, Your tits are perfect," He gushed out while breathing heavily and glowing with awe. 

"Then you're going to love this," I said as I climbed into his lap and shoved his face into my cleavage. 

He shook his head back and forth as his hips rose in reflex. I pressed my hands on either side of the mounds pushing them harder against his head and ground my pussy into his swollen bulge, pushing my thong deeper into my pussy lips. 

Grunting and heaving deeply, he pulled back, "Have you given anymore thought to my proposal?" he panted. 

"I gave it a lot of thought and I think we might be able to work something out. I'm still not sure how I will do with the encouragement part, but I will at least try." 

Taking him by the hand, I led him to the back room. Large pillows were strewn around the floor and a big chair sat in the center. Mirrors lined the wall and ceiling. I motioned toward the chair as I hit the button that would turn on the music. 

I turned to find him pants-less in the chair with his hand firmly gripping his engorged cock. Taken aback, I gasped, not quite expecting him to start so soon. I tried not to show my surprise as I stood two feet in front of him and began to dance. Fear kept me from getting too close. The intensity of his gaze and the strength of his grip on his cock concerned me. Had I made a mistake? 

I tried to remember that this was Howard, my nice client, as my hips began to move with the rhythm. 

"Is there anything special that I should be doing?" I asked, hoping to ease some of my tension. 

"Play with your tits. Suck hard on those fat nipples of yours," he moaned as his hand slid up his dick. 

He wasn't moving very fast like I thought guys did, but who was I to tell him how to stroke himself? 

Sucking my nipple deep, I groaned. Goosebumps popped up on my legs as I pinched the other. Howard panted as his hand slipped back down. A wet sheen now covered the bulging mass as precum oozed down his shaft. 

"Stroke it for me, Howard," I hesitantly coaxed. 

His eyes widened and his head lolled back. "Francesca, I can't hold back much longer. Just looking at you makes me want to spray my load." 

Feeling bold from his words I continued, "Spray it then. Cum for me Howard. Can you feel it building? Are you getting closer?" 

I ran my hands over my pussy. I knew Howard could see the evidence of my need but I was too far gone to care. "Oh that's it Howard, now harder! Fuck your fist for me!" 

He pounded away at his fist as he watched me dance around him rubbing my dripping pussy and heaving breasts. "Yeah Francesca, rub your pussy for me. Oh fuck, I'm going to cum. Watch Francesca, watch me cum for you," he ordered. 

Thick white cum spewed from the head of his cock. "Oh fuck yeah," he grunted out as another string shot from his cock. Twice more cum jetted out before I watched him collapse in the chair. 

I slipped my fingers between my netherlips and tweeked my clit once before I slowly walked over to him. 

"Are you okay?" I asked. Having only seen a man ejaculate in porn, I didn't know what to expect afterwards. 

"Yes, but I'm afraid I made a bit of a mess," he grimaced. 

"It's okay," I reassured him, "I'll get this cleaned up." I wasn't sure how, but I would figure it out. 

Pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket, he wiped himself off and tucked himself back into his pants. "Thank you Francesca. That was better than even I could have hoped for. You truly are a wonder. I sincerely hope that you were not too uncomfortable and perhaps might have actually enjoyed yourself a bit." He smiled. 

If the liquid running its way down my leg was any indication, I certainly enjoyed it, but he didn't need to know that. I smiled back at him. "I don't think I would have a problem doing that again sometime." 

"Well, I do not want to take advantage of your generosity, but I will certainly avail myself of it whenever you allow," he grinned. 

With that he left and I struggled to find something to clean up the mess. Asking one of the girls "Excuse me, what exactly do we use to clean up cum?" managed to earn a few giggles and knowing grins but I figured it out finally and went on to finish out my night. 

While Howard's night might have been over, I still had a few hours to go. The condition I was in when he left continued to worsen throughout the night. My dances became more heated and all the guys could tell. I did several lap dances before the end of my shift, each one leaving me breathless and the client straining his jeans. Two more guys asked to go to the back but I declined, instead handing them off to one of the other girls. 

By the time I finally walked to my car, my knees were almost too weak to move. Trembling, I found my keys and drove myself home. As I made it in the door, I began stripping off my clothes. My flush skin felt weighted down by the heavy cloth. I knew release would come soon and I could hardly wait, but I needed to get the stench of the club off of me first. 

I climbed into the shower and gave myself over to the bliss. Water teased my nipples as it cascaded down my chest, beading in the oil that lingered. I covered my body in a soapy lather, enjoying the way my hands slid along my curves. I pinched and pulled on my nipples and pussy lips as I cleaned myself off, teasing myself ever higher. I quickly rinsed, dried, and climbed into my bed. To intensify matters, I put in a porn DVD and let it play in the background. The sounds of moaning and slapping skin helped set the mood as I lay back on my bed and began to finish what started hours earlier. 

Closing my eyes, I pictured Howard as he had been with his hand gripping his cock. I softly ran my palm over my feverish pussy and let my imagination run wild. 

I saw myself kneeling in front of Howard as he stroked his cock. Unable to resist, I put my mouth on the fat purple head that stuck out above his fist. I sucked it into my mouth, pressing down on the cushiony head and rubbing my tongue on the V underneath. I couldn't keep my tongue out of that little V as I sucked deeper down the shaft. Howard's hand grabbed a handful of my hair and guided my head up and down as he moved his cock in and out of my mouth. 

As I envisioned Howard fucking my mouth, I began to work my finger in and out of my pussy with one hand, while grinding the palm of my hand into my clit. The tempo of my hand rose in time as I saw Howard's cock move in and out of my mouth faster and faster. 

"That's it Franny, suck my fat cock. Take my load down your throat like the slut you really are," he instructed as our movement built to a crescendo. Just as my imaginary Howard shot his load deep down my throat, my body convulsed into a back-buckling orgasm. My body shook as I ground down on my pussy and fucked myself harder and harder. "Uhh! God! Yes!" I grunted out as another orgasm split through me. "Oh shit! That's it, fuck me again and again!" 

I sucked my tit into my mouth as I continued to fuck myself with one hand, bringing on two more orgasms back to back. Realizing that if I didn't stop, I might actually go blind, I softly petted myself into one final orgasm and drifted off to sleep. 

The following month came and went without too many adventures. Howard came in twice, but never asked for more than a lap dance. The girls had heard what I did for him and joked with me about it repeatedly, but I only took it for the good-natured teasing they intended. They did encourage me to allow other clients the same courtesy. I considered it, but wasn't quite sure. Howard was a good guy and I knew he wouldn't hurt me or force me to do more than I wanted. He understood how much I wanted to protect my virginity. Would the others? 

One night Howard came in looking a little haggard. He dropped down into a chair near the stage and smiled weakly. He waited until I had finished my set and he motioned me over. As I began my dance, I noticed he didn't seem as into it as usual. Vacant eyes and a distracted attitude did little to encourage me either. Because he was paying for it, I finished the song out and decided that he needed a little pep. I didn't know what was going on with him and I made it a point not to pry into my clients' lives, but damned if I was going to sit idly by while he brought the mood of the club down to Eeyore level. 

"Howard, please get up and follow me." 

"Huh? Why?" He shook his head. "You don't have to do this, Francesca." 

"I know that. Just come on and do what I say." 

His interest slightly peaked, he trudged behind me as we made our way to the room. 

"Please take off your pants, leave on your underclothes, and be seated," I told him. 

"Francesca, please don't torture me like this. I don't expect you to do this for me tonight." 

Ignoring him, I went to turn on some soft jazz. He certainly wasn't in a dubstep kinda mood. I danced around him as he stood before me, passing my hands across his chest. He stood motionless before me. My heart sank. "I'm sorry, Howard. I just wanted to cheer you up. You looked so glum." 

His chin dropped to his chest. Don't apologize Francesa, I just have a lot on my mind, but I couldn't stay away again another night. 

I led him over to the chair, pushed him into it, and sat on his lap. His arms lay still at his side, but he leaned his head onto my chest and sighed deeply. After a minute in this position, I felt a stirring between us. No matter what Howard said, at least one part of him was feeling perky. I shifted a bit to re-position Mr. Happy and began to rotate my hips to the music. Howard sighed again, but this time it was more a sigh of contentment than anything else. Smiling inwardly, I reached around him to grab the back of the chair and force his face deeper into my cleavage. It also gave me extra leverage to press myself harder onto his ever-growing cock. I rocked myself back and forth, taking pleasure in the process. 

Slowly, I stood up then leaned down and whispered into his ear. "Do not touch yourself until I tell you. Tonight, we are going to do this my way. I will let you know when and how to touch. Do you understand?" 

He nodded an affirmation as I began to give him another lap dance. I knew that he wasn't ready and I wanted him straining, almost bursting with need before I let him touch himself. Standing behind him, I massaged his shoulders, letting my breasts hug the back of his head as I attempted to ease his stress. I ran my hands down his chest and my face along the side of his neck, breathing onto his ear as I brushed past. 




The Trouble with Moonlighting



I watched as his pants began to tent slightly. "I'm going to need you to remove those for me." I instructed. Howard unfastened his pants and pulled them off, tossing them to the side. 

"Did you miss me, Howard?" I whispered into his ear. "Did you have to touch yourself all alone while thinking of me? Did you imagine burying your face in my tits as you pounded my pussy?" I blushed a little as I let the words that normally stayed buried deep in my head spill out. 

His cock twitched in his boxers, pressing higher, forcing the boxers tighter across the head. 

I climbed on top of his lap and straddled him. The thin strip of my thong and the light cotton of his boxers were all that separated us. I rocked back and forth again. This time, with little in between us, my pussy lips clasped around his shaft. 

He dropped his head down into my cleavage and moaned. "Oh gooood. Soo goood." 

I bounced up and down on his cotton covered cock, "Do you like this Howard? Do you like feeling my pussy bouncing on your fat cock? Can you feel how wet I am?" 

He shuddered out a groan and pushed against me. 

His cloth covered cock began to slide between my lips as I rocked back and forth. I looked down and watched my juice mix with his precum to stain the front of his boxers. "Oh, I see you liked that. What about fucking my tits, did you think of that? Did you think about wrapping my huge tits around your slick swollen cock and fucking them in and out until you sprayed your cum all over my face?" 

He thrust against me, pushing the cloth of his boxers into my clit. On reflex, I thrust back as it pushed me close to my own climax. Then, he stopped. 

"Enough please. You have certainly mastered the encouragement part. Please, just let me finish." he begged. 

Finding it difficult to breath, I stuttered out, "N-No, not quite yet. First, take your boxers off. You're making a mess out of them." Thankfully, he was nice enough not to point out that I was the one who made the mess. 

I climbed off of his lap sliding his cock in my cleavage as I went. 

He picked up his hips and worked his boxers down past his knees. His dick sprang free, bobbing in excitement over its freedom. 

"Oh my, Howard, look at what you have for me. I knew it was large, but this was more than I anticipated. I think it may even be bigger than last time." 

I crouched in front of him, leaning in close, looking at it from all angles, watching as it twitched each time I came near. I ran my nails over his thighs, watching as precum oozed from his head. I climbed up onto the chair, putting a foot on either arm, letting my pussy hover, just over the head of his dick. 

"I want you to take one fingertip only, and work the precum away from the head of your dick, down the bottom of your shaft, and back up again until your cock is covered." 

As he complied with my instructions, I bobbed my pussy above his cock, always close, but just out of reach. My soaked thong teased my pussy. 

I lifted my breast to his mouth, "Open your mouth. Do not touch my nipple. Just breathe on it as you rub that one finger back and forth." 

I let him breathe on it until it hardened to a nub, then switched breasts. "Now add a second finger. Be sure to rub over the head and around the ridge." 

I lowered myself to the edge of his thighs, just above his knees, where my pussy rested inches from his cock but just far enough to keep his knuckles from brushing against me. Rocking on his lap, I edged closer and closer to him, but never close enough to make contact. I looked up into his face and pulled my right tit to my mouth and sucked on my nipple. 

"Mmm - that feels so good! Don't you wish you could taste it?" I drew the other one into my mouth as I pulled on the now wet one with my fingers. 

Sliding down off of his legs, I sat on the floor and rested my head on his thigh. "Fit him fully in your grasp, raise your hips and thrust him into your hand. Now, bring your other hand to your balls and fondle them. Squeeze them as tight as you can bear." 

I blew hot air onto his cock as he thrust into his hand. 

"Push your fist as far down your shaft as you can, then slowly squeeze up the shaft until the head is centered in your palm. Quickly stroke up and down without allowing the head to leave your hand. Do not let it peek out the top between your fingers either. Now stop and slide down the shaft to the base once again and hold it tightly." 

As he held his cock tightly in his fist, I moved away from him and lay upon the pile of pillows. I spread my legs and elevated my head so that he could see all of me, while I observed him. "Now, it is time for me to watch. You are free to stroke yourself exactly how you want to, but I want you to watch me as I watch you." 

Howard heaved a large sigh of relief and released his cock, placing his hands on his thighs. He rose from the chair and clumsily knelt in front of me. He reached down into the pockets of his slacks and drew out a handkerchief. 

Crimson crept into his cheeks, "I didn't want to make another mess for you to have to clean." He spread it on the floor between us and began to pull on his cock. 

"Touch yourself. Everywhere. Squeeze your tits and rub your pussy. Let me see you touch all the places that I want to touch," He groaned. "I leave here at night thinking about you, itching to take care of this - this discomfort you have caused. I lay at night stroking myself thinking of all the many different things that I want to do to you or what I would like for you to do to me." 

I slid my hand over my pussy and lifted it to show him the juices that covered it - that he had caused. 

He jerked against his hand. "Fuck, Francesca!" 

I frigged my clit, making myself moan and gasp as I rapidly neared my orgasm. 

"Oh my - Are you coming?" He strangled out as huge ropes of cum sprayed the floor, the handkerchief and my thigh. 

Feeling his burning cum hit my thigh sent me over an edge I wasn't quite prepared for. I bucked against my hand as my eyes rolled back in my head. 

"That's it Franny. Cum for me baby. Cum just like you would if I were fucking you." Howard prompted as he stood over me still holding his cock. "I didn't think you could be more beautiful until now." 

Embarrassed for letting myself go like that, I blushed from head to toe as I rose from the floor. "I'm sorry, Howard. I can't believe I did that. I only wanted to encourage you and help you get over whatever was bothering you when you came in. This was supposed to be about you, not me." 

"If it makes you feel any better, I can assure you, I will be smiling for the rest of the week." He grinned. "Thank you Francesca. Thank you for the gift of being able to watch such a beautiful sight, but also for trusting me enough to let yourself go." 

He dressed as I straightened the room. I couldn't look at him without blushing. 

He walked over and stood in front of me. Tilting my head up with his knuckle, he forced me to look him in the face. "I came in tonight to tell you that I'm going to have to go out of town for a while. I have no way of knowing how long it will be. It could be several weeks or several months. I know I don't have to tell you all of this, but because I do come in with some regularity, I didn't want you to worry. I'd like to think we are becoming friends. Thank you for making tonight something special." He leaned down and softly kissed me on my cheek. Then he turned and walked out the door. 

It had been months, and I had almost lost hope of ever seeing Howard again. For the first couple of months, I watched and waited every night for some sign of him. Over time, I stopped watching. The other girls used this time to try to convince me to allow other guys some of the same privileges Howard had enjoyed. I balked; I just didn't feel as comfortable with any of the other guys. How did I know they wouldn't try anything or get insistent? 

My friend Bella finally explained that there were some guys who didn't want to do anything but watch and touch themselves. There were married guys who didn't consider it cheating as long as they weren't penetrating anything. There were guys that knew what felt good to them and took care of it themselves. There were also the guys who got excited by the thought of a beautiful woman watching them stroke themselves. 

I finally gave in toward the end of the third month. I let a few guys come to the back once I was assured they only wanted to watch and be watched. The first man, a middle-aged farmer had me rub oil all over my ass while I knelt on all fours. That was all he needed. Another man wanted the oil on my tits. A third man had me dance for him and then instruct him from across the room. They all varied and they all were very polite. Not one of them caused me to be overcome with desire or lose myself the way I had with Howard. The money was great, but I wasn't having quite as much fun. 

The nights dragged on as well as the days. I went from one job to the next with little interest for anything in between, until the night Howard walked back in. 

Four months had passed. 

I was dancing on the stage, swinging around the pole when he walked through the door. My stomach leapt into my throat and I almost slipped. He was wearing a suit. The tie was loose and the jacket was unbuttoned, but it was still a suit. 

He walked right up to the stage and stared as if he were drinking me in. He knew I had to finish my set and he was attempting to give me that time. 

"I would like to request a lap dance, if you please." I nodded my head and continued to work the pole, keeping my eyes locked to his. My breath started coming faster as I wrapped myself around the pole and slid to the floor. Every nerve in my body was coming alive. I writhed on the floor, stroking my body while still holding his gaze. Then the music stopped. 

I barely managed to get off the stage before I was in his lap. As the next song came on, I gyrated and bounced my way through it, knowing this would not end here. When it was over, we slowly made our way to the backroom. As soon as we were out of sight, he picked me up and carried me the rest of the way into the room. He slammed the door behind us and pinned me up against the wall. He kissed his way up my neck and took my mouth in a kiss that stole my breath. Grinding his hips into me, he continued to kiss me until I was whimpering underneath. 

"I missed you," he breathed into my mouth, barely stopping the kiss long enough to say the words. 

I felt him hard against me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. 

"I want you so bad," he groaned into my neck, "but I'm not going to take you here. I respect what you said before and I will abide by that, but if I don't get release soon, I'm going to explode." 

He thrust against me harder, the cloth of his suit rasping against my barely-covered pussy. I came, covering the front of his pants. 

"Jesus, Francesca!" he exclaimed. 

I recovered quickly and decided what I wanted to do. "Put me down please, get undressed, and sit in your chair," I ordered as I bit his bottom lip. 

He looked at me quizzically, but complied. 

As he sat in the chair fully naked, he shook with his need. I wouldn't make him wait any longer. I climbed on his lap and kissed him hard while I slid myself across his engorged cock. Then I slid myself off his lap and onto the floor. I knelt between his legs and wrapped my hands around his dick. The oils on my hands mixed with the precum seeping out of the head to create a slick lubricant. 

His eyes widened and his head fell back as I grasped his balls with one hand and stroked down his shaft with the other. He raised his hips to meet my hand. I leaned down and took him into my mouth. A gasp tore from his throat and he lifted off the chair. Pulling back, I kept the head of his penis in my mouth while I wrapped my breasts around the rest of it. I felt it start to twitch as I started to rock. I moved back and forth sliding his cock in and out of my mouth—back and forth between my tits. He shoved his hands into my hair and grasped the back of my head just as he erupted into my mouth. Cum shot deep into my throat, flooding my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but he filled me so full it leaked out onto the top of my breasts. I rubbed it into my skin as I continued to stroke him. 

"Stop! No more," he gasped even as his hips continued to move against me. I released him, sat back on my feet, and looked up at him. He smiled down at me and reached to pull me back onto his lap. I let him pull me up to sit astride him. His now-limp penis nestled in the crook of my legs as he stroked over my chest and kissed my face. 

"I have to return to work. They will come looking for me if I don't go back soon." I mumbled. I really wanted to stay where I was, but we had a rule about how long we could stay in the room. 

He sighed deeply. "If you must, but I will remain here in the club until you get off. If you don't mind, I would like to have a chance to talk to you. 

We both grudgingly stood and set ourselves to rights. He followed me back out to the main part of the club where it was my turn back at the pole. In a daze, I ran through my set, trying to watch the rest of the crowd but my eyes kept returning to him. I couldn't imagine what he needed to talk to me about. I worried I went too far. I couldn't believe that I got so carried away that I put him in my mouth like that! 

A few hours later, it was finally time to close. Howard assured me that he would wait if I wanted to shower and get dressed. I took advantage of his generosity and ran to clean up. Thankfully, the club has a shower stall near the changing area. I rushed through a quick shower and threw on the clothes I wore to the club. 

Bob was getting ready to shut everything down for the night. Not wanting to lose the chance to talk to Howard, I asked Bob if I could stay a while longer and lock up when I left. He eyed Howard briefly but then agreed. It had not been the first time I had locked up for him; it was just the first time I ever had a guy around. 

"Don't get yourself into any trouble now. You understand? I'm just a phone call away if you need me," Bob said, looking once again at Howard. 

Howard nodded solemnly in response and Bob walked away. 

Left alone in the dark club with Howard I found myself getting nervous. What did I really know about this man? All I really knew was that he dressed nice, spoke nice, and had a fondness for my breasts. He could be some gentleman serial killer and I had played into his trap. I looked up warily into his face. He smiled at me, as if he knew all the issues running through my head and hoped to reassure me. At that moment, I saw the sincerity of his smile and knew that he was not here to hurt me. 

I took his hand and walked him over to a sofa that sat against the wall. Whatever he needed to say to me, I wanted to be seated for it. 

"Francesca, it's okay, truly. You don't have anything to be nervous about, please relax. I just want to talk to you," he said as he sat down beside me on the sofa. 

"With my job, I do a lot of traveling. I know it seems like I come in here often, but really it's only when I'm in town. My home, until recently, was entirely across country. I went away in order to facilitate the sale of my home. Because I so frequently find myself in this area, I have decided to relocate. I'm telling you all of this in order to let you know that I will be around the more often. I have hope that you would allow me to see you outside of this establishment. It would be nice to talk to you without music blaring in the background." 

I couldn't believe the words that I was hearing. Howard wanted to date me? Did guys do that? Considering what I did earlier in the evening, did it even make sense? I struggled with the impact of it all as he patiently awaited any kind of response. 

Taking a deep breath, I exhaled forcefully before responding. "Well I can honestly say that I was not anticipating that. I had expected you to tell me you were going away for good or something equally final. Are you sure this is something you really want? How do you know that I won't bore you to tears?" 

"I'm willing to take the chance. I'm not asking for anything other than the opportunity to take you to dinner and perhaps a movie or play." 

The thought of sitting down to dinner having intelligent conversation with Howard certainly appealed to me. 

"Just one date, and if it doesn't work, nothing changes. I will still come in to watch you dance—with the occasional extra service," Howard rushed to assure me. 

I nodded my ascent. He beamed at me. 

"Great! I promise we will have a wonderful time." 

He quickly leaned down, giving me a brief kiss on the cheek. I peeked up at him, giving him a soft smile. Dark, heavy eyes seared into me as he focused on my lips. The heat in the room rose to smoldering levels. 

My tongue flicked out to moisten my bottom lip. His nostrils flared in response. Before I could blink, he captured my mouth and the gasp that followed. I sucked his lip into my mouth biting down. 

Two seconds later I found myself straddling his lap as his tongue plunged into my mouth. My skirt rode up my hips and my leggings stretched over me clinging to my pussy as we took up our normal position. 

His hands climbed under my skirt and wrapped around my hips. With fingers digging into my ass cheeks, he pulled me tightly against him as he began to kiss down the side of my neck. Back and forth, he repeated the motions, sliding his hands up my thighs, grabbing my ass and grinding me into him over and over again. His tongue snaked into my cleavage as his thumbs glanced over my pussy causing me to throw off his rhythm. 

He bit my nipple in response. 

I grasped his head and forced his face into my open V-neck as I began riding him harder and faster. My breath quickened as I thought I would surely explode. 

As quickly as before, our position changed and I found myself flat on my back. He freed one of my breasts from my shirt and began suckling. My hips writhed on the couch. I felt his dick pressing against my side, hard and unyielding. I began to turn towards him, but his hand thrust between my legs and held me still. Moans and whimpers were wrung from my throat as he ground his palm into my mound. I lifted my hips to meet him only to find he replaced his hand with his mouth. 

"Howard! What are you doing?" 

Muffled noises were my response. 

Lightening shot behind my eyelids as I felt Howard draw my clit into his mouth - leggings and all. All thoughts left my mind as I thrust my fingers into his hair and began to ride his mouth into a vessel bursting climax. Howard sucked, bit, nipped, and lathed my burning pussy until my arms collapsed, falling away from him. 

I pried my eyes open when I felt soft flesh pushing at my lips. I opened my mouth to speak allowing him to slide his cock in deep. Wanting to give Howard as much pleasure as he had given me, I danced my tongue along the underside of his dick as he fucked further and further into my mouth. Hands slid along my jaw and down my throat as he breached my tonsils. My nose rubbed into the hair at the base of his cock and my lower lip grazed his balls as he held my face against him. He pulled quickly out only to slide back in with as much force. Not being able to handle his enthusiasm, the next time he pulled out, I wrapped my hands around him and let him use my hands as a substitute. I kept the head in my mouth applying suction as he thrust into my hands. Feeling the onset of his orgasm, I released his cock giving him access to my mouth again. As soon as the length of him ran against my tongue, hot cum shot into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged a little, but swallowed it all. 





The Trouble with Moonlighting



Drained, Howard pulled out of my mouth, fell to his knees and lay his head on my chest. 

Piercing light from the front door jarred us awake three hours later. 

Howard had at some point climbed onto the couch with me. I stretched languorously only to jump straight up screaming. "Oh my God! Holy crap! I'm going to be so late for work. I'm never late for work." 

Being unceremoniously dumped onto the floor caused Howard to jump to his feet in an attempt to find the fire. "Francesca! Calm down. What the hell is the matter? You are at work! What are you talking about?" 

"Huh? What? Oh, no. My other job. This is only my side job. I'm sorry. Really, but I have to go. I would call in, but I just can't. Not today." 

I ran back to the bathroom and tried to clean up and straighten my clothes the best I could. Thankfully, Howard was still sitting on the couch where I had left him. 

"Here, this is my cell phone number." I rushed out as I handed him a scrap of paper. "I found paper and pen in Bob's office. I really do have to go, but if you're still interested, call me this evening." 

I gave him a peck on the cheek, pushed him out the door, locked it behind me, and did Mach 1 as I tried to get to work on time. 

Thus I find myself hiding away in the copy room wearing the same shirt I wore to the club. I hear Mr. Bradley getting progressively closer. 

"Thompson! Have you seen what's-her-face from accounting? I can't find her and I need that report." 

"If you mean Fran sir, then I believe she's in the copy room printing out that report now." 

"Hmph. She better be," he said as he walked in the door. 

I jumped out from behind the cabinet and pretended to be checking the printer as he crossed the threshold. 

"Oh hello, sir!" I smiled pretending that I was not really screaming inside. "I was just about to bring you this report. I had a little trouble with the printer jamming." 

He showed he acknowledged my comment by giving me a sharp nod, but his eyes were glued to my chest. His face broke into a full-on grin as he pulled his eyes up to mine. 

"Of course you were, Fran," he said in a saccharine voice. I will be sure to have someone look at it. In the meantime why don't you come back to my office with me? I have a client waiting in my office to see that report. I believe if you were to explain the details, it might smooth things over a little better. 

"Oh sir, I don't know," I hedged. "I am not very good with presentations. I'm liable to do more harm than good." 

"No, I find I have to insist. This client requires special handling and I believe you would be just the girl to help with that. This is a very important client and we cannot afford to lose him." 

Eyes downcast, I nodded my assent. 

With a swift leer at my chest, he grinned, "Wonderful! Grab that report and follow me." 

I pulled the report off the printer and drug my feet as I followed him down the corridor to his office. All the effort I had put into keeping below his radar went up in a big ball of smoke. I would get no peace now. It looked like I was going to have to find a new job now. As good as the money at the club was, I still didn't have enough saved up to start my business. 

Feeling defeated, I walked the last few steps into his office. He walked behind his desk and motioned me forward. A man was seated in one of the large chairs facing the desk. There was something familiar about his shape, but I was too nervous to think. 

Mr. Bradley's booming voice broke into my defeatist fog. "Charles, I would like to introduce you to Fran from our accounting department. She's been working the numbers on that report for you. I thought maybe she could explain them better. Fran, this is Mr. Charles Howard of Howard Engineering. 

Realization dawned as the man turned and a weary Howard stood facing me. He was the first to recover from our discovery. Barely a flicker of recognition hit his face. Widening eyes and a flare of the nostrils were the only indication that he recognized me. "Fran you say, Ted?" he asked turning to Mr. Bradley. 

"Yes, that's her name." 

"Well, then it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Fran." he held out his hand and I gave him mine thinking to shake hands. He surprised me by turning it over and kissing the back of it. "Please tell me what this report says." 

Whatever Howard...or Charles was thinking I could not tell, but he was determined to play this out so I was not going to disappoint. Pulling up my big girl panties, I ignored the butterflies in my stomach and I showed Charles Howard the brain behind the boobs. What he did after that remains to be seen.



The Trouble with Morgan



My first short story, Feedback welcomed.

This story contains no sex. Just saving ya'll some time.

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"Morgan, why did you get us out of bed at this time of night?"

We'd walked up to Morgan's booth at Dusty's, the closest I'd ever seen to a neighborhood pub west of the Mississippi. We'd all had good times here, and some of the worst. Sharon, my girlfriend, sat down across from Morgan, sliding down the bench to give me room. 

"Um..." Morgan hesitated. Not really like her. As much as I'd loved her when we were married, the first thing that I'd tell you about Morgan was that she never hesitated. "Sharon, would you mind if I talked to Gerald alone?"

Sharon looked to me for just a moment, then headed for the bar. I knew I'd get another earful about the Issues that my Ex had. Impatience being only the first of a laundry-list. Thing was, I rather agreed with Sharon, though both of us avoided saying anything in front of the kids. My kids that is, Tim and Pat born when Morgan and I had just left the newlywed stage. 

Continuing the odd trend, Morgan stayed quiet until after my water had arrived and Morgan's coffee was refreshed. It was only after a long drink of the steaming French Vanilla that she spoke.

"Gerry, I think I made a horrible mistake four years ago."

***

Then...

Morgan and I met, as so many couples seem to, on a college campus. We married after graduation, in her family's small friendly church. Neither of us had any particularly strong religious leanings, but we didn't want to disappoint her parents. I'd picked up a job as an engineer in a software company, and she'd begun following in her father's footsteps as a lawyer. Two years after she made the bar, we decided that we could start working on kids. About a year later, the twins were born. 

I've never been the stereotypical programmer; for that matter I've known very few who are. My manager and his boss as well eventually picked up on that, and offered me a position in sales. I was reluctant at first, but soon found that I could make a good deal more than I had as a programmer with the commissions on the contracts I brought the company. Unlike so many from the nineties, I could actually match what the client needed with what my company was capable of providing. Where others in marketing would make outrageous claims and failing their clients miserably, my clients were happily recommending me and my employers to their clients because we would only promise what we could deliver. 

Likewise, after negotiating a place in her fathers firm, Morgan had quietly begun making a reputation for herself as a passionate attorney who regularly handled pro bono work. Not all of her cases were necessarily popular with her family, but she was proud of the work she did for the community. It was a curious bit of irony for those who knew her well; her legal work was exceptionally well researched and planned, but in her personal life, she was rather spontaneous, jumping the gun without someone to keep her in check. Often as not, that someone was me.

One of the few downsides to my sales position was the need for regular travel. Morgan had been understanding, her own career had taken a lot of time from the family as well. As often as I could, I'd bring her with me, but after the first year, things became difficult. We'd try, but things kept getting worse. Then one Saturday after a week long business trip, I came home to an empty house.

Usually the twins were there for hugs and the inevitable souvenirs that I'd acquire while away. Morgan would want a kiss or to just be together for a while. We'd all go out to a kids pizza place where the prices were impossibly high and the cheese tasted like milky rubber. Sometimes there would be a family lunch at the grandparents, and the kids would stay the night while Morgan and I relaxed at home for a bit.

I yelled, I searched, but no sign of them in the house. I went to the phone, to begin calling our friends, when I saw the post-it note directing me to read the note on the table. 

Gerald,

I saw the pictures of what you did with that blond woman. I don't know you anymore. I'm staying at my parents' house. 

Don't try to talk to me. There's nothing you can say that will change anything.

Morgan

Blond What? The only blond I'd been around recently was Robin Jobe, and there was no way anything would happen with him. So I did the first thing any man would do. I called her Cell, her parents' house, then called every friend or relative that I had a number for. Those who would talk to me wouldn't say much. Most just asked me not to call, which was far better than what I got when I tried to talk her father into letting me see her. His response was short and to the point.

"You really think I'd let a cheater walk into my house?"

That continued until the following Wednesday when I was served at work. Not just the standard divorce paperwork, but a restraining order preventing me from coming within 100 feet of her, the twins and any conceivable location they might be. 

Having no other options that didn't lead to an arrest, I got a lawyer. She took one look at my wife's attorney on the docket, and about crapped herself. The best Divorce lawyer in the state, and possibly the greater southwest region was representing Morgan. The Irony was that she wasn't asking for much, even the child support was minimal. Which about described how much time she wanted to give me with the twins. 

I did my best to fight for my family, trying every tactic I or my attorney could think of. Unfortunately, between my wife and her attorney, they had to much pull with the judicial system for my efforts to do anything but get me chastised by the court. The judge grudgingly gave me half a day each month to spend with my children. And Father's day, as long as both didn't happen on the same weekend. 

For the next year, I'd have to call the cops to have any time whatsoever with my children. Literally showing up on my formers' porch with an off-duty Officer in tow, just to have my children for the day. It got to the point where I'd have the aforementioned lawyer call ahead, reminding my former father in law that there was a court order giving me custody from noon to five in the afternoon. I'd see him there with the twins, but I never saw Morgan once.

I wasn't idle during that time; every hour not spent working looking for anything that could have caused my wife to leave me. During the divorce, the judge had thrown out anything even resembling a request for the images that had sent my ex-wife running. What little I'd been able to glean from her lawyer's comments told me that she'd received them via e-mail on her laptop. I'd talked with private investigators, hackers, crackers, and even a few honest-to-god former NSA black hatters. Illegal? Yes, but I had to know. What they could tell me was that the original laptop had been infected with a virus that scrambled all the data on the hard drive the Friday before I returned home. 

The only other thing that they got for me was the original petition for divorce my ex had penned. That claimed that she had photographic proof of my alleged infidelity. An impressive feat, since I hadn't slept with anyone else since I met her. Just one thing that I couldn't understand. If she had the evidence, why not bring it up in court? I was stymied.

The one light of hope was a group of programmers who had begun development on some interesting internet applications. I'd run across them while tracking down the hackers who I'd thought could help me find the information I needed. They'd needed a small amount of money for a startup, which I'd provided. They had a good prospectus, and I knew a capable bunch of code monkeys when I saw them, so I bought a few hundred shares. 

About a year after the divorce, the visits with my children inexplicably smoothed out. Around that time, Josh, one of the friends who had mostly remained in touch after the divorce asked if we could do lunch. I hadn't had a chance to catch up with him, and afterward, I almost wished I hadn't. 

"You may want to hit me after this" he said, sitting down. "And I won't blame you if you do. I've been seeing Morgan the past few months. We're starting to get serious."

He was right. I did want to hit him. But the bastard had actually talked my ex into letting me have the twins overnight every other week. He didn't think that either parent should be separated for their children. He was also the one who finally told me what had happened with the mysterious pictures. 

She had opened an e-mail she claimed to have come from my email address with pictures attached. She'd expected them to be pictures from my trip, not something pornographic. After her shock, she'd gone back to read the email, and realized that it was written to my supposed lover. Then her computer suddenly crashed.

A few days after Josh and I talked, he popped the question. They had a quickie marriage during a trip to Vegas. For months after that I was broken. The only joy in my life was the twins. Which lead to an interesting bit of fate. 

I was attending the twins' school thanksgiving pageant, all pilgrims, turkeys and Indians (or as the twins would correct me "Native Americans"). Sharon was the director of the pageant and was the school's sole art teacher. Pat dragged me up to introduce us, and from that moment on it was magic.

In the last year, Morgan and I have slowly been mending fences. Tim, rather ironically has been instrumental in that. He has consistently insisted that she and I should be on speaking terms for the good of the children. Morgan herself has been mellowing slowly with age as well. In the last month we've actually had three face to face discussions, mostly about Tim's need for braces. She's never believed my protestations of innocence.

***

Now...

"Which one?" I almost manage to keep the ire out of my voice.

"Most of them" She looks down into her cup of coffee.

"And how did you manage to come to this startling revelation?"

"I... I got another e-mail. Like before. It was from Josh, but it wasn't"

"Pictures?"

"And Video. I can tell it's not real though. The computer guys at work, they say it was packaged with a virus..." she drops off.

I snort, holding back laughter. 

"So, at least you won't blow your marriage to Tim"

She stops, glancing up, glancing down.

"Gerry, I still... I'm..."

"I'm not."

She looks up in shock.

"I was for a long time, but I'm not now." I stand. "Too many bridges burned. We're different people now. Even if we were, there are others that should be considered." I nod toward Sharon. 

"I'm in love with her. I want to marry that girl. I don't have to worry about her doing some idiotic thing like divorcing me with out giving me a chance to defend myself. Tim wouldn't either for that matter. Do they know who sent it?"

She stalls for a moment, catching up with my train of thought. 

"Not yet. They say that it was someone in the company."

"I wouldn't mind a crack at the bastard. Remind the twins that I'll be over early to pick them up."

I walked over to Sharon and wrapped my arm around her shoulders.

"You two get everything worked out?"

"Yeah. I'll tell you when we get home."