58 comments/ 86539 views/ 17 favorites UnderWater By: StangStar06 The sunlight reflecting off the warm water coupled with periodic splashes as the boat's bow crashed through the waves painted an absolutely beautiful picture. It was about 85 degrees and sunny. The boat's throbbing motor pushed us farther and farther away from land until we could no longer see the shoreline. I leaned over the side to see if I could see any fish through the crystal clear blue waters. A tugging on my arm pulled me back inside the boat and back into the arms of the beautiful woman holding my hand. Stacy kissed me deeply and when I pulled back refused to let me stop. "You'll have almost an hour to look at fish, while I'm down there," she said. "Are you embarrassed to kiss me in front of Bob? He already knows we're in love. Besides we're married. We can do whatever we want." Stacy had always gone in for public displays of affection. Even when we first started dating she was the one who would always just come up to me and kiss me. She often buried her tongue down my throat no matter who was watching. She wanted everyone to know that we were together, and that we belonged exclusively to each other. Maybe it was because we came from a small town and there weren't that many available singles. Maybe she was just territorial, who knew. While I had never had any shortage of available women to date, I'd also never had a line of hot girls beating down my door to get to me either. Stacy on the other hand was really hot in that sneaky, girl next door kind of way. Okay, Girl next door if you live next to the Playboy mansion. She had long thick brown hair, and huge blue eyes. Boobs that weren't big enough to make her look like a porn star, but also weren't small enough not to be seen. They were perfect, just like the rest of her. I sometimes forgot what I was doing when I watched her walking around in a pair of shorts in the summer. I never did figure out what she saw in me. I was just as average as average could be. But for some reason she seemed to love me. Go figure. At any rate we were both in our late twenties, and we had a great life. I worked as a design engineer for a large after market auto-parts company, in Michigan. I made a very comfortable living so Stacy didn't need to work. She put all of her energy into making our home perfect for us and the kids we'd be having soon. We took a couple of vacations a year, often on the spur of the moment so neither of us got bored or stressed out. We alternated who got to choose what we did supposedly, but most of the time it seemed like Stacy got to pick. My interests, like me are more ordinary than Stacy's pursuits. I love cars, so my job of designing after market trim pieces and parts is perfect for me. It also pays off in the discounts and outright freebies I get on parts for my Mustang. Unlike a lot of the guys I know, I'm not a collector. I keep a Stang for 3 or four years and then trade it in on a newer version. Currently I'm rocking a Midnight blue Shelby GT H. The GT H didn't come in Midnight blue. Originally the car was black with gold stripes but I'd gotten the paint job and a few upgrades the day after I took delivery of it. So for me a dream vacation could be a trip to Las Vegas for the SEMA show. For Stacy it was off to Colorado skiing, or here in Florida for scuba diving. Stacy held my hand as the boat plowed through the water. Her smile could compete with the Florida sun for intensity and light. Up ahead next to the pilot of the boat I'd rented to take us out near a coral reef where the diving was supposed to be perfect, sat Bob. Bob Markam was an acquaintance of ours whom we'd known for about 11 months. We'd met him in diving school where we went to take scuba lessons. We found out that because of an inner ear disorder that I'd been born with that I'd never be able to dive. Stacy had quickly decided to give up the idea of diving as well, but I couldn't let her do it. Bob seemed to be an Okay guy, he was older than us at 39, and married to his childhood sweetheart. They lived about an hour's drive away from us in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, and they had three kids. Bob's wife Susan had no interest in diving. Bob was tall and reasonably good looking, he wasn't a Nordic god but he was Okay looking. He, like me was just a normal guy with a family, so I felt relatively safe with him diving with Stacy. Not that I worried about Stacy at all. She was the perfect wife and had never given me any reason to suspect anything from her; and believe you me, I'm the suspicious type. She was affectionate, even tempered and always where she was supposed to be. This was really important to me because I grew up living with my dad. I had to witness his slow transformation from relatively attractive and virile regular Dad, to a broken and fucked up shell of a man before he finally died. What had it taken to make that transformation? Was it the rough economy and lack of jobs? Was it the globalization and militarism of the world? It was none of those; it was all the result of one sandy haired skank, who couldn't keep her legs closed. I vowed that I would never end up like my dad. The sandy haired skank was of course my mom. The thing about it that made it so fucking tragic was that they loved each other just so God damned much. They'd contact each other after being alone for a while and get back together. They'd be full of "I love you," and "this time it's going to work," ideas. Dad had to of course work to keep a roof over our heads, and while he was at work, sooner or later she'd get an itch that only the mailman, or the garbage man, or some cross eyed circus clown who wandered through town with a carnival, could scratch. Then inevitably Dad would find out, and though he loved her more than life itself he wasn't going to put up with it, so he'd throw her out on her ass. For a few weeks she'd fuck everything that wasn't nailed down and then she'd just stop fucking, and start crying. It would suddenly dawn on her that she was missing something. That something was my dad, and she'd come running back to him every time. Of course he wouldn't take her back right away. He had too much pride for that. He'd try to date other women, some of whom I really preferred to my mom, but he could never be happy with any of them. He was a one woman man. And mom was worse, she wouldn't even date anyone other than my dad. She'd fuck them, blow them, and take them into body parts that I still don't want to hear about. But she would never allow herself to be seen in public with any man other than my dad. If it wasn't my life, I'd think it was funny as hell. If it was a movie, I swear I wouldn't watch it. Anyway, seeing this as I grew up left me with trust issues, and a zero tolerance policy when it came to cheating. I had no intention of ending up in a nut farm, depressed and crazy over any woman, no matter how hot she was. Love is a wonderful thing, but I wasn't about to go crazy for it. This was the third time that we'd come to Florida to go diving with Bob. We had our own comfortable routine down, and were pretty familiar with each other. I'd rent a boat and we'd go out to an area where the diving was good. I'd read a book or watch some videos or play some games while they dove. They'd take some underwater photos and share them and their stories with me when they came back up. Then we'd go back to our hotel and Stacy would try to screw me to death. Except for the screwing me to death part it wasn't that great for me, but I did it because I love Stacy more than I can ever express. This trip was going to be different though. Stacy didn't know it but I had a surprise for her that would make her trip more fun. It was a little bit expensive but nothing we couldn't afford. As a matter of fact I'd saved a bit of money by not chartering a first class dive boat this time, so it would cost us about the same as it normally did. I was a little bit worried about our Captain. He seemed like the type who wasn't above doing something slightly underhanded to make a few extra bucks. He wasn't physically imposing but just sneaky. "What are you smiling about," asked Stacy pulling me out of my thoughts with another of her soul searing kisses. She brushed the front of my shorts and got an instant rise. "Are you thinking of all of the nasty things you're going to make me do with you when we get back?" She leaned over me and I could see her nipples through the material of her bikini top. She was turned on big time. "Do you want to go below deck and have a quickie?" Before I could answer her, the boat stopped and the captain came down and looked over the side to make sure the anchors were set. He threw me the thumbs up sign and went below deck, probably for a nap. Bob came over and started getting his gear together. "Hey Steve do you know what that thing is that's covered by the tarps in the back of the boat?" he asked. "Yep that's the surprise I got for you guys," I said, trying to disguise the excitement in my voice. "What surprise?" asked Stacy, squeezing my arm. "You didn't say anything about a surprise. Are you keeping secrets from your own wife, who loves you?" The three of us went to the stern of the boat near the diving platform. Once there I started unhooking the tarps covering my surprise. Actually my surprise was two fold and they wouldn't find out the second part of it until they got back from their dive, maybe not until tonight in the hotel. It depended on how well it went, and how I felt. When I lifted up the tarp their eyes settled on two aqua scooters. I could see from their dubious looks that they were underwhelmed. "Holy shit," said Bob. "What do we do with those? What are they?" "They're called aqua scooters Bob. Remember last time we came down here? You guys were talking about how you wanted to be able to cover more area and see more things while you were down there. Well these will let you do just that. All you have to do is hang on and squeeze the control handle and it pulls you thought the water way faster than you can swim. The batteries are good for about 45 minutes. You get a warning ping when you're at fifty percent so start back when you hear it. If the batteries run down before you get back just push the purge button and it'll drop all of its ballast and just float to the surface and we'll pick it up later." Neither of them looked really enthused, but they said they'd try them. I was sure that once they got down there, the speed that they'd be able to get through the water alone would make them appreciate the scooters more. And that after diving with them they'd never want to go without them. But then I also had another thought; speedy vehicles, is really something that I enjoy. I loved doing anything and everything to squeeze every once of horsepower possible out of my Mustangs. But speed isn't something that matters to Stacy. She drives a car that I wouldn't be buried in. Whenever we go to a car show, I'm always embarrassed when my friends tell me about the smoking hot woman that they saw getting out of a Toyota Prius. Maybe Stacy doesn't really care about going fast underwater. As Bob lowered himself into the water, I took a good look at Stacy. I don't know how it was possible, but she even looked good loaded down with her weight belt and flippers and tank, and mask. Most people look really dorky, in their equipment but somehow Stacy just turned it into another fashion statement. I handed the blue Scooter over the side to Bob. It was relatively heavy, but I knew that once in the water it would be nearly weightless. Stacy came up beside me and wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her another one of those kisses that always curled my toes. She always kissed me like she'd never see me again before a dive. She did the same thing before we went down a ski run together. I guess it was just her way of saying if anything happens I want you to always remember that I love you. She smiled, pulled her mask on and gently dropped over the side. I handed her the red scooter, and turned on the power switch for her. "I love you," she said before she went under. As soon as she was out of sight I ran to the front of the boat and grabbed my iPad from my belongings. I'd been playing games and online shopping on it until we got out of 3G range a couple of miles offshore. Right now it wouldn't get internet access but it would still play games, and other things. I'd recently installed a very special new app on it that was part of my surprise. I love surprising Stacy, she is the most important thing in my life. There were times when I could almost understand how my Dad let himself go through that shit with my mom over and over again. You'll note that I said almost. It was a truly beautiful day to be out on the boat. The warm temperatures and Ocean breezes were great. I went into the galley and got a sandwich from the cooler, I had about 45 minutes to kill before they'd be back up so a quick snack was definitely in order. After tuning in the frequency I was looking for on the iPad I bit into my sandwich savoring the flavor of Canadian Maple Turkey breast. I took a swig of my Wild Cherry Pepsi, and looked at the screen on my iPad. All of a sudden a bit of the sandwich got lodged in my throat. I coughed as hard as I could and threw up over the side of the boat. Some of the sandwich and the soda came out through my nose because I had coughed so hard. That feeling that I've heard people describe when they talk about heart attacks or other serious problems that change their lives, was nothing compared to what I was feeling. I grabbed my chest, with both hands and fell to my knees. I started pounding on my chest my both hands, and knocked over a table onto the deck spilling my tray and my soda and sandwich. The captain ran back up on deck and asked me what was wrong. He looked concerned when he saw me holding my chest. "Lay down sir, I'll get the first aid kit. We have a defibrillator on board." He said. "Fuck that shit," I snapped. "Pull up the God damned anchors and get me back to shore, now." "But sir, your wife and, your friend," he began. "Throw a dinghy over board for them, they'll be fine." I told him. "The faster you get me back, the bigger your bonus will be." I could tell that he was struggling with the idea of leaving two people out this far in the ocean, but I was right in my assessment of his character. For the right price the man would do anything; especially if he could use his concern for my physical well being to explain his actions. "How big a bonus are we talking about sir," he smiled at me. "That depends on your actions after we get back," I said. "And also on your judgment, and your ability to keep your mouth closed." "What would you say to 5000 dollars," I asked him. "I'd say or do anything you want sir. But for now I have to raise the anchor so we can get you safely back to shore. Oh and sir, for my bonus, could we maybe hit an ATM so you could give it to me in cash. Checks are so messy and deposits into accounts can sometimes be noticed under the right circumstances." He smiled again and started bringing up the anchor. "Dinghy," I reminded him. Almost as an afterthought he threw a small package that looked like a pillow over the side. Before it hit the water he yanked on a cable attached to it and it started to expand and turn into a small rubber boat. He attached a small buoy to it so that it would remain in place and then started the engines and we left quickly without looking back. I started packing up all of my personal gear and Stacy's into the bags we'd brought on board with us. My heart couldn't have stopped because it was beating so loudly that I thought it would rip through my chest. I lay back in a lounge chair on the deck and contemplated the rest of my life. "Maybe you should walk around sir, to keep the blood pumping through your system. I've heard that until one receives medical care it's best to keep the heart functioning." He said this while he looked at me from the wheelhouse. I think he really believed that I'd had a mild heart attack and out of cowardice wanted to run back to shore; regardless of the fact that I was leaving my beautiful wife and friend to fend for themselves until either he could come back for them, or they'd be rescued by someone else. I had never heard his theory. From everything I'd been told in case of a heart attack, you should always get medical attention as quickly as possible and keep the victim calm, quiet and lying down. In any case it didn't matter because I hadn't had a fucking heart attack. What happened to me was just as serious, and life altering, but it was an emotional injury, not a medical one. It had taken us ninety minutes to get to the dive spot. We'd expected to stay there for 2 hours or so. With a ninety minute trip back, we should have gotten back just before 6:00 p.m. in the evening. We'd actually only stayed there for less than half an hour, and were making better time than we expected on the return trip. I took all of this into consideration as I planned my next moves. Clearly the captain wanted that bonus because he shaved nearly twenty minutes off of the trip back. As soon as we docked he came to me. "Shall I escort you to the nearest hospital sir?" he asked. "Nope, just to the nearest bank," I replied. He looked puzzled but the word "Bank" stayed with him. "Now for the second part of earning your bonus," I began. "I know sir, you want me to return to the area and pick up your wife and friend as quickly as possible. All I need to do is to refuel and I'll be on my way, if you can get to the hospital on your own." "I've arranged for them to be picked up by someone else," I lied. "All I need you to do is take me to the bank, so I can pay you. Then I need you to forget that you ever saw me or chartered your boat to me." He looked suspicious, and he started to say something, but I guess money won over scruples, so he simply nodded his head and we hit a small bank in the Marina. An hour later I had checked out of the hotel, and was sitting in the airport awaiting my flight back to Michigan. Bob******** I knew I was in trouble as soon as I broke through the surface of water. I looked around and for as far as I could see there were no boats. Not only did I not see our boat, I saw no boats of any kind except for a small rubber life raft maybe fifty yards off. Behind me Stacy Martin came spluttering up, she spat water out, along with her mouthpiece and looked around. It amazed me that any woman could look that good with a scuba mask on top of her head and her hair plastered around her face, but she did. I hated that bitch with a passion. From her tiny upturned nose and cheerful disposition to those luscious tits and that firm round ass, I loathed every fucking inch of that bitch. "Hey Bob, where's the boat?" she asked cheerfully. At that point if I had answered her it would only have led to an argument which would have meant, I had to talk to her more. So I just started swimming for the raft and said nothing. I was tired and my tanks were heavy, and for the third time I wondered where the fucking boat was. Then I heard a sound. Stacy was using her aqua scooter for propulsion; she shot by me, headed for my life raft. I had to admit the bitch was pretty smart, because I hadn't thought of that. I started my scooter and followed her towards the raft. When we got to the raft Stacy just dropped her tanks and let them sink to the bottom. She gingerly got herself over the side of the raft and lay down. I dropped my tanks as well. This is a survival situation, her husband is well off, he can afford the insurance penalties for the lost tanks. And he's a really nice guy as well, I thought as I crawled into the raft. Luckily for us the raft was well outfitted and big enough for three or four people. It wasn't spacious by any means, but there was enough room that I didn't have to be close to her, or touch her. At that point in time either of those options would have literally made me vomit. Underwater Fun I heard my alarm ringing and looked at the time: 6:00 am on a Thursday. It was way too early to start the day. But then I remembered that I got to see Mark. I immediately got up and got ready to go to work at the aquarium. I pulled into my usual parking space a few minutes after 7:30 and saw that Mark had already arrived. I've had a slight crush on Mark for several months now. It would be a perfect relationship. We share common interests, like a love for sharks and other cartilaginous fishes, as well as a love for the ocean in general. Similar taste in movies, music, and hobbies. The only problem is a 15 year age difference. I'm 18 and he is 33. I don't see a problem with it. I tend to fall for older men. The mixture of maturity, knowledge, confidence, and power is a dangerous combination that attracts me to men like Mark. I walked into the aquarium and took in the sweet scent of man-made saltwater. I entered the office to put my belongings away and saw that Mark was sitting at the computer browsing a local dive shop's web site. "Hey, Mark" "Hey. How are you doing this morning?" "I'm doing alright. Tired and ready to go back to bed," I said with a laugh. "How about you?" "I'm pretty good. I was just thinking about signing up for this dive on Saturday, but I'd rather go with a buddy. Would you like to come with?" "I would love to! Could you pick me up?" "Sure. I'll be at your place at 6:30 on Saturday." "Alright! I am looking forward to it." I was ecstatic. I was going to get to dive with Mark. I had dove with Mark previously in an exhibit. Before entering the water we talked for a few minutes. We were both standing in our wetsuits, ready to put on our gear. I eyed the outline of his body in the wetsuit and realized he was doing the same to me. The uniforms we are required to wear as aquarium employees consist of khaki pants or shorts and a blue polo shirt. The snug fit of my wetsuit was very flattering in contrast to the usual uniforms. It accentuated my large breasts and round butt. I enjoyed giving several of the divers a peek at my shape without prancing around in a skimpy bathing suit. I glanced down for a second and noticed his bulge. He appeared to be slightly hard. When I looked back up, I could see him blushing and embarrassed. So to prevent the situation from escalating, I started putting my gear on. The dive was successful. After reminiscing about this previous dive Mark and I had shared, I hoped that our dive on Saturday would be just as good with maybe a little added surprise at the end. That day at work went by very quickly. When it was time to go home, I waved goodbye to Mark. "See you Saturday," he said I had a huge smile on my face the entire way home. Even though my pants were still damp from doing several water changes that afternoon and my hands smelled of squid and capelin from preparing food for some of the fish, I felt amazing. I spent Friday running errands and preparing for my dive the next morning. Occasionally my mind would conjure thoughts of Mark and me groping each other, but I tried to save all that sexual excitement for Saturday. I woke up easily and excitedly Saturday morning. "30 minutes until Mark gets here," I thought. I put my bathing suit on and grabbed some breakfast while waiting for 6:30 to roll around. I heard a knock at my door and opened it to see Mark standing there. "You ready to go?" he asked. "Sure, let me just grab my bag." We arrived at the marina, unloaded our gear and placed it on the boat. A few other divers had already situated all their gear. We were just waiting on two more people, and then we could start heading to our dive site. The couple arrived about 10 minutes later and we left the marina 20 minutes later. Conversation was short on the ride out as the boat motor was very noisy. I was fine to sit in silence next to Mark and take in the smell of salt water. Something about the smell of the ocean always excited and calmed me all at once. During the ride, Mark attempted to ask me a question. I could not hear him so he leaned in. He put a hand on my thigh and put his face close to mine and tried to communicate his question. The physical contact made it even more difficult for me to concentrate on trying to hear his question so he just gave up. The boat began to slow down and the motor gradually got quieter. We had arrived at our dive site! All our gear was set up. All that we had to do before getting in the water was put on our wetsuits. I had been putting on a wetsuit at the aquarium at least 4 times a week so it was like slipping on a t-shirt for me. I had my wetsuit on in 30 seconds flat. Mark had his on soon after and we began to put our gear on. I entered the water first, Mark following my lead. We began our journey of this underwater wreck. We floated in mid-water for a few minutes, observing the abundance of life on the artificial reef. We saw several Sand Tiger sharks, a Southern Stingray, a few Barracudas, a lot of Jacks and Permits, a few Grouper, and even a Lionfish. We began to circle the wreck, observing all aspects of this world. I felt something bump my hand. I looked down and saw that Mark was attempting to hold my hand. This was as affectionate as you could get underwater with all this SCUBA gear on...Or so I thought. We made our way on a side of the wreck that the other divers couldn't see. Mark and I faced each other and embraced. We held each other tightly. He began rubbing my butt. I boldly grabbed his bulge and immediately felt him harden. I instantly regretted this as I couldn't do anything to get rid of his erection...yet. We decided we should hold off on any more heavy petting until we got back on land. So we locked hands and used the last few minutes of our bottom time to finish exploring the wreck. It was time to surface before we knew it. Once we were back up on the boat we changed out of our wetsuits. The captain counted the divers to ensure everyone was aboard and then we started heading back to the marina. Mark and I held hands the entire ride back. If we were the only ones on the boat, we would have devoured each other. Unfortunately, we had to hold back our desires for just a little while longer. After what felt like an eternity, we arrived at the marina. Mark and I quickly loaded our gear into his truck, gave the captain a generous tip and headed off to my house. We got there in record time. I unlocked the door and we stepped inside. I turned around to face Mark. He had the biggest smile on his face as he leaned in to kiss me. Our hands explored each other's bodies while our tongues explored each other's mouths. I ended the kiss to walk to my bedroom. He eagerly chased me into the bedroom. I turned to begin locking lips once again and we fell together on the bed. My hands travelled down to grab his throbbing cock. His left hand found his way up my shirt and to my breasts. He began to massage my breasts while I gently rubbed his dick. I took my hands off his package to take my shirt and swimsuit top off so that Mark could easily play with my breasts. He leaned down and took one of my nipples in his mouth. I squealed with excitement. He slowly licked all around my nipple. I could feel it becoming harder in his warm mouth. I pushed him off of me and on to his back. He quickly took off his shirt as I slipped his swimsuit off. His cock was fully erect which made me even wetter. I went back up to kiss him on the lips while I firmly held his penis in my hand. I bent down to kiss the tip of his cock. I then licked his long, hard shaft before putting his 8 inch dick inside my mouth. Mark let out a moan. I slowly began sucking on his penis while massaging his balls. He was so big. I could hardly get all of him in my mouth. I began to pay more attention to his balls. I firmly gripped his shaft while placing his testicles in my mouth and gently sucking. I looked up at Mark and was happy to see him leaned back, enjoying my warm mouth. Mark pulled me up to his face to give me a long, passionate kiss. He began to rub my wet pussy and I moaned with pleasure. He gently laid me down on my back and helped me get out of my swimsuit bottoms. I kept my legs tightly shut. I enjoyed seeing Mark have to work for what he wanted. He finally pried my legs open to reveal my smooth, sopping pussy. He began to slowly kiss the inside of my thighs, stopping just a few centimeters from my lips. He looked up at me and smiled. He was teasing me and he knew it. Finally, he gently kissed my pussy lips. I smiled at the relief it gave me. He then ran his tongue over my swollen clit. This made me shudder. I spread my legs even further as he began to suck on my clit. His index finger circled my cunt for a few moments before he gently inserted it. I moaned loudly. I could feel Mark smile as he continued to finger my tight wet pussy and lick my clit. It only took him about 60 seconds to make me cum. He didn't stop there. Another 20 seconds and he had me cumming again. This time I pulled him off of my hot, dripping pussy so that he could kiss my other pair of lips. After breaking off our kiss, Mark leaned over me and started to put the tip of his hard cock inside my pussy. He pulled out and smiled. "If you tease me, I'm going to tease you." I scooted back on the bed, out of Mark's reach and laughed "I'll just tease you even more." He lunged forward to grab me, but I quickly stood up and ran to the other side of the room. Mark followed eagerly. I tried to get away once again, but he was too fast for me. I was trapped. Mark pinned me up against the wall and gave me a long kiss. He picked me up as I straddled him. His long, hard shaft began to enter me once again. But this time, he offered more than just the tip. We both moaned loudly as he slid all 8 inches inside of my tight pussy. He began to thrust faster as we passionately kissed. Our breathing became heavier, more labored. I knew I wouldn't last long. Mark leaned down to suck on one of my nipples. All too soon, he stopped thrusting. He held me up against the wall, our bodies connected. He walked me over to the bed and laid me down on my back. I decided not to tease him this time and willingly spread my legs open wide. He entered me once again. We held eye contact as I felt every inch of his dick inside of me. After a few minutes, I pushed Mark off and turned over on all fours. I looked back and gave a playful smile. Mark immediately grabbed my hips and began thrusting. In this new position, Mark was hitting my g-spot with each plunge. He reached around to find my clit and began gently rubbing it. I shuddered with pleasure. Mark began to get louder, letting out moans with each thrust. My legs began to quiver. We were both so close. By now, our cries were in sync. "Oh Mark, I'm going to cum all over your big, thick dick." These words were enough to make Mark cum. I felt his hot load fill up my pussy which made me cum all over Mark's cock. We both collapsed on the bed and smiled. "I'll go diving with you anytime as long as we can do this again right after" I said. "Do we have to diving beforehand?" Mark asked. I laughed "Of course not. How about we go again right now?" Mark smiled as we began to lock lips and start up again. Underwater Hot Tub Antics I want to relate a true erotic experience that I had a couple of years ago. A number of couples from our church get together once a month or so for cocktail and dinner parties. This same group has met for years, and new couples are added and some couples move away, but there is a core group that persists. I should note that this is not a group of religious zealots, just a bunch of people that go to the local Episcopal Church. Robin Williams calls Episcopalians….Catholic Lite. This was the second party to be held at John's house. He and his father own a very successful insurance business. John's house is gigantic and there is not an adult toy that he does not have; ski mobiles, camper, hot tub, work out room, big screen TV, two dish washers in the kitchen, etc. Each of John's parties includes a lot of alcohol and concludes with a session in his huge hot tub. Six people can fit in this hot tub without touching, but it can accommodate twelve pretty good friends. Of course during the first party the topic of skinny dipping came up, and the guys were anxious to do it, but the women resisted. In fact, one guy took off his trunks to try to get others to follow, but only a couple of guys did. The women just sat there acting uncomfortable and afraid to move for fear of encountering a water snake. The second party was pretty much like the first, except that it was close to the holidays, everyone was more festive and a lot more alcohol was consumed. Also, fewer people went in the hot tub because it was winter; my favorite time to go into a hot tub or sauna. Anyway, the main party had thinned out and only the core group remained. Some went in the hot tub and some stayed inside talking. My wife was having her period and didn't feel well, so I took her home early. She's a good egg, and encouraged me to go back to the party because she knows I love the hot tub. I wasn't all that enthusiastic, but John's house was close by so I decided to go back to the party. When I got back to the house, the party had thinned out further. The only people remaining were the ones in the hot tub. Shortly after I got in, John said he was tired and went in the house to go to bed. I found out later that they had a small get together before the main party, and had been drinking steadily since lunch. It was still relatively early, so with the encouragement of his wife, Sandy, all the remaining guests stayed. The beer and wine continued to flow freely, and it was a star-filled night, so all the outside lights had been turned off so we could better see the night sky. The conversation was casual and friendly. Every so often Sandy's leg casually brushed against mine, but the contact was so minor that I didn't pay any attention to it. After a while, Sandy's foot started to brush up and down my lower leg as if she had her legs crossed and was unconsciously bouncing her leg up and down like women do. Once again, there were a number of people in the tub, and I'm not like a lot of people that get uncomfortable when people touch them, so I continued to ignore Sandy's innocent, inadvertent, unconscious contact. A little while later, Sandy shifted her position so that she was aligned parallel to me with her feet near my waist. My hands were on the seat somewhat supporting my body in a relaxed position. The next thing I know, Sandy's foot pressed against my hand. At this point I started getting a little suspicious about Sandy's friendliness. As a test, I casually laid my hand on top of her foot and nonchalantly rubbed her foot the way you might rub the head a dog that was being affectionate. I wanted to be certain that she could interpret my activities as those of a good friend. Meanwhile, the conversation continued on as strong as ever, and Sandy and I had not acknowledged to each other that anything is going on underwater. No eye contact, nothing. After awhile, another couple left, and the occupants of the tub shifted positions to get the good seats. I grabbed one that was low and surrounded by jets. Sandy sat facing me on the adjacent side but at the far end, and the last remaining couple sat together on the opposite side of the tub from Sandy. Almost immediately Sandy's foot started rubbing my leg again. Ever so slowly her foot made its way up the inside of my lower leg, and five minutes later she casually shifted her position so that her foot could rub the inside of my thigh. All the time this is going on, Sandy was leading a conversation about some social topic like the quality of education in public schools in our state versus Mississippi. Little by little Sandy's foot inched its way up my thigh toward my crotch. I was good and aroused by know, and we finally made eye contact to acknowledge that I realized the foot working its way toward my crotch was attached to her. She was definitely on the offensive and had made her ultimate physical objective clear. As her foot inched its way up the inside of my thigh and inside the leg of my bathing suit, I became incapable of holding up my end of the conversation. I was hard as a rock and felt like I was going to cum right then and there. Sandy's foot finally reached it's destination and we once again made subtle eye contact. I debated whether to test the dexterity of her foot or whether to help her get inside the lining of my suit. Her toes were gently tracing the contours of my rock hard cock through the lining of my bathing suit. After letting her try for a few minutes with her nimble toes, I decided to give her some help. I casually lifted the lining of my suit up over my cock and balls and placed her foot back onto my exposed cock. Almost immediately Sandy repositioned herself so that she could reach under water with her hand and fondle my rigid cock and balls without the others seeing. Her movements were nonchalant and did not arouse the suspicions of the remaining couple. Sandy alternatively cupped my balls with her hand and ever so slowly stroked my cock. This went on for fifteen minutes. I had the impression that she could have gone on caressing and stroking my cock and having an idle conversation for hours. She was stroking slow enough so that I didn't orgasm, but fast enough to keep me right on the edge. She was so good at disguising her actions that I wondered how many times she had done this other men, perhaps with her husband in the tub. Sandy is an attractive natural blonde with a decent figure. Personally, I'm a face and tit man, and Sandy's face and tits never quite measured up to my standards. I never saw her in form-fitting clothing, and even in her bathing suit her tits seemed small, flat and lifeless. By far, her best attribute is her nicely rounded firm ass…oh yes, and her dexterity with her feet and hands. Little by little I moved my foot toward Sandy and began rubbing her breasts with my foot. Unfortunately, I had to use my left foot, which is relatively useless for tasks requiring any degree of fine motor skills. In the spirit of cooperation, Sandy pressed my foot against her breast and slowly moved it back and forth in a motion she obviously found pleasurable because her nipples quickly responded to the stimulation. After a few minutes Sandy pulled down the top to her bathing suit and placed my foot against her bare breast. I twiddled her nipple between my toes and estimated that the cylindrical end of her nipple must have been three quarters of an inch long. Meanwhile, while I'm measuring nipple length with my spastic toes, Sandy and the other couple are debating the ethical aspects of cloning or some other deptopic. I couldn't help but wonder if Sandy could give a blow job, bake a cake, and talk on the phone to her mother at the same time; she was truly amazing. Without revealing my boner or my true intentions, I shifted positions in the tub so I could access Sandy's crotch with my right foot. She knew what I was up to and was prepared for me. Her legs were spread and the crotch of her bathing suit had been moved to the side. After a very short time rubbing the outside, she took my foot and guided my big toe into her vagina, which was lubricated by more than just the water of the hot tub. To get maximum penetration, my toes were spread wide apart and the other four were oriented up the crack of her ass. When I wiggled my toes, I was stimulating both her clitoris and her ass hole. This finally caused Sandy's ability to carry on a conversation to deteriorate and the other couple suggested that it was time to leave. In retrospect, I think the other couple probably suspected something was going on. Since it would be inappropriate for me to stay in the hot tub alone with Sandy, we all got out together. It took all kinds of deception for me to hide my erection. Of course Sandy wasn't helping any. She took any and every opportunity she could to touch and stroke me while we were toweling off. We went inside, and everyone went to a separate room to change into dry clothes. I retreated to the downstairs bathroom. I found myself looking in the powder room mirror at a married guy with a raging hard on provided by another man's wife who was in the kitchen waiting for him to rip off her robe and fuck her right there in the kitchen. In my condition the act would take a minute or less. Rather than allow my dick to do my thinking, I took the bar of soap, lathered up my swollen cock, and with about a dozen masterful strokes blew a massive load into the sink. After cleaning up and getting dressed, I walked out to the kitchen, grabbed my wife's casserole dish, thanked Sandy for a great party, and walked with the other couple out to my car and drove home. Underwater Love This story was inspired by the book, "Underwater Love" by Mark Yasenchak. My father died when I was 15. His family had a history of heart problems causing early death--a condition he undoubtedly passed on to me. My mother had complications when I was born, precluding a second child. Since the family had moved to the west coast when I was quite young, it became just the two of us. It seems Mother's family and Dad's brothers' wives had no interest in leaving Illinois even for a vacation. Our contact became irregular phone calls. Mother's family wasn't much better. I was close to both my parents as a child, but when I became a teenager I drifted away a bit. It didn't seem deliberate on my part; I assumed it was typical. When my father died, I became "the man of the house." Mother and I quickly regained the closeness we had had before; Mother seemed to really need me and I guess I was smart enough to step up. I was more than happy to play comforter and consoler, too. It seems dad had shut out everyone his last two years, including Mother. Unhappiness and confusion had made Mother shut down. In our many talks about it, I reasoned that rather than living every moment, dad had decided he was already dead since he was already older than his family's average. I vowed to myself and Mother that I would never repeat his mistake. Every year, we had spent a week at a small cabin by a private lake in the woods. It was really just a pond, but we liked it. I swam, we went for walks in the woods, and just unwound. It was a fishing cabin belonging to one of dad's old co-workers, and when he passed on, his family continued to rent it out in the summer. I remember sitting on Mother's lap in the Adirondak chair when I was little. We continued going after father died. At least, we did until I left home after high school. I'm ashamed to admit I wasn't the best in visiting Mother over the next four years, only seeing her for two Christmases, but we did talk regularly on the phone. When I graduated, Mother came to the ceremony. I realized she hadn't changed a bit since I left home! Didn't she age at all? We decided to go back to the pond—if the old owners still had it and still lived at the number Mother had—as I had a couple of weeks before I started my new job. *** I went back to the old town with Mother, and we spent a couple days getting ready. The old phone number was still good, and they were happy to hear from Mother again. So we bought provisions, packed up her car, and headed into the hills. Two days later, I was sitting in the big Adirondak chair with my legs apart while Mother sat between them. She lay back against my chest with her head on my shoulder while I wrapped my arms around her stomach and my back settled into the cushion. It felt a little strange, like roles had been reversed, but I liked it. I liked holding this beautiful woman that was my Mother. "So, are you still seeing Susan? That was her name, wasn't it?" "No. I decided she wasn't what I needed. Short term or long. What about you? Have you been dating?" "Are you kidding? Who would want to date me?" It was the response I'd heard every time we had talked on the phone, but seeing her now I couldn't drop it anymore. Knowing her, and looking at her from a new perspective, I just had to stop her from putting herself down. "Get real, Mother! You're still gorgeous, you're intelligent, have a great sense of humor... If I had a shot, I'd date you even though you ARE my Mother. Rules of society be damned!" "That's nice of you to say, sweetie, but you're just being nice." "I'm serious! Have you never noticed the way men look at you?" "No." "I've been watching; they lust after you. Anyone that's hit puberty and isn't gay. I've watched women following you with their eyes. At my grad ceremony, half the guys there were drooling over you, and some of the women." "But I'm 45!" "So? You've still got a firm, fit body. I never really noticed before because you always wore a sweatshirt and jeans or a sweater and slacks during my Christmas visits, but when you showed up for my convocation, you looked fabulous! Judging by Grandma's photos, you always will. And you KNOW you're smart, and you're always laughing. You're everything a sane man wants in his partner. You're certainly everything I want in a woman! You're every man's wet dream. I'm telling you, if you want proof I'll give it to you. Say the word and I'll carry you to the bedroom and give you a night you'll never forget!" I was worried I'd stepped over the line with my blatant sexual offer, but if I had Mother didn't show it. With a big exhalation, she settled back against me like a person settling into a blanket. We fell silent after that, but sat together for another hour in the big old chair. Just watching the world go by. Mother seemed disappointed when she finally got up and said she'd better start making the salad for supper. The next day, Mother went in to town to get fresh groceries and 'window shop.' I decided to finally go for my first swim of the holiday, but one look at my trunks told me that wasn't happening. Not with them. They had not held up well being in a drawer for four years—I must have put them away still damp. "Fuck it. I'm on my own out here." I stripped, grabbed a towel, and went skinny-dipping. After half an hour, I was treading water watching a loon at the far shore, when I felt someone stroke my cock a couple times. "What have we here? Someone being naughty?" After I climbed back into my skin, I turned around. "Don't start something you aren't willing to finish!" But Mother was gone again. I looked around, but didn't see her. Suddenly, my cock was engulfed in a mouth as hands grabbed my ass to hold me steady. After a few moments of playing with my cock with her tongue, Mother surfaced in front of me laughing. "Forget your trunks?" "They're dead. I went without." She quickly swan to the narrow dock and got out of the water. As she sat on the dock with her legs in the water, she winked at me. "I saw them on your bed. I decided to go 'au naturel' as well." I swam up to her, pushed her legs apart, and dove in. I ate her to two screaming orgasms before I realized I was getting cool. "Move back a bit." As she scooted back two feet, I lifted myself out of the water. When I kneeled on the dock, Mother hooked her feet on either side of me and pulled me forward and down. She grabbed my still-hard cock and, as she aimed it for her love tunnel, she wrapped her legs around me. As I started pumping, she smiled up at me. "You got two things wrong. After our talk yesterday, I was eager, not just willing. And, if you like this as much as I do, nobody has to 'finish' anything." "I love you, Mother!" "And I love you, son. Now fuck me, and then you said something about carrying me to the bedroom, I think?" So I did. Other than taking a break for supper, we fucked and made love late into the night. The next morning, I woke up shortly before Mother. I watched her sleeping with a smile on her face. As she slowly awoke, she blinked her eyes a couple times and then looked at me with a neutral expression. As she saw me looking at her with my eyes full of love, she smiled. "Any regrets?" "Other than hoping I haven't set up my son for decades of therapy, no. You?" "None. Remember when I said that I broke it off with Susan because she wasn't what I needed in my life? I've realized that what I do need is someone like you. I was thinking about it while watching you sleep just now, and that's exactly it. It's quite a revelation for me. But that's the truth." "My sweet boy, that's so nice of you to say!" "Well, I mean it. You're the perfect woman for me. In every way imaginable." "Sexually too? I am old enough to be your mother...." "Sexually, too. Maybe partly because you are my mother. A beautiful MILF." "Mmmm. This is going to be the best vacation ever! If I don't wear you out, that is. Hmmm. Maybe even if I do..." *** "We've been fucking for a week now. You CAN call me 'Marie' you know." "And I will. Especially when we're in public. But 'Mother' is how I show my love, respect, and reverence for you." "Why do you always know the right thing to say?" "Because we were made for each other. We're soul mates." *** "Mother, we have a problem." We were sitting in the big Adirondak. "What might that be?" "I don't want this to be a 'flash in the pan,' or something that just happens a couple times a year when we visit. I want this permanent. Long term. Always." She squeezed my arms around her. "Oh, son, I'm so glad to hear you say that! So, what's the problem?" "You know there's nothing for me at home. My future is in Berkeley." "Yes, I know. But that isn't a problem. You're right—I need a new challenge. You've been saying it for over a year now, and I've been thinking lately you're right. Now that things have changed between us, I've made up my mind. Find us a house, and I'll sell and move up with you." "Are you for real? Seriously? You aren't doing this just to make me happy, are you?" "Yes I am, and no I'm not. I've been giving this a lot of thought in the past two months, and I think it's the right choice for me. Us living together is a bonus I couldn't have even dreamed of before." "'Living together?' As a couple? Or as mother and son?" "As a couple, of course. One bed, one bath, one whatever. If you want, of course." "Oh, Mother! I love you so much!" "I love you too, son. And I trust you to find us a place I'll like. A new home for the two of us." "Where we can live as husband and wife?" "Mmm. I like the sound of that. Yes, 'husband and wife.' I hope I can sell the old place quickly, husband." "I do too, my lovely wife! You've just made me the happiest man alive. My Mother and my wife, the best woman I could ever wish for." *** Within two months, we were in our new home, I was settled in my new job, and Mother had started a new job at the university. Mother had taken my comments to heart, and had paid attention to how people looked at her. Her sweaters and slacks did not make the move. Neither did any but her tightest jeans, and a few sweatshirts for "grubby work". I was quickly taken shopping to help her pick out garter belts and stay-ups. She had decided pantyhose weren't appropriate for living with her lover. I was ecstatic. She taught me how to dress better too. While we weren't fashion plates, we dressed well. I loved it, and I constantly showed Mother just how much and what she meant to me. We could not have been happier. We became real partners in life. Mother made it immediately clear that we needed to be complete equals. I agreed. While we still used 'Mother' and 'son,' they were terms of love and respect. Any implication of parent and child or relative authority were gone. We shared every task of running a household as total equals. She found a new, more challenging yoga program that kept her slim, fit and flexible. She always looked incredible! We got wedding bands, which kept most men from actually hitting on her when she was on her own. And through it all, we fucked each others' brains out for hours. We spent days making tender love. We spent a lifetime snuggling and just holding each other. And we talked. We talked about everything. No other woman on the planet could have been such an equal life partner. I once said this to Mother, bringing on a long bout of crying. She had thought the same; I guess sometimes guys can say just the right thing. If there was something more than 'soul mates,' we were it. And every summer, we spent two weeks at the cabin by the pond. We never took swim suits and we never cared what the weather was like. *** One day, I spied a book of photographs called "Underwater Love." After a quick look through it, I knew I had to get it. When I got home with it, Mother was a little disappointed. "Am I no longer enough for you?" "Of course you are. It's because of my love for you that I got it. Here, sit down on the couch with me." As we flipped the pages slowly, she got more and more excited. "Some of these pictures are like they're from a typical holiday at the pond for us!" "Exactly! This could be us!" "How much does an underwater camera cost? I'd love pictures of us like this in the bedroom." "So would I. Let me look into it." I found a camera with a remote trigger, and built a mount for a dock pylon. The next summer, we took dozens of shots of us in the lake. We copied some of the positions in the book as well as doing our own compositions, and framed the best ones for the bedroom wall. We did this every year after that, the clarity of the water making the pictures beautiful. The images are all in our favorite photo album. One of the permanent wall pictures is of me ejaculating into the water, Mother's smiling face inches from the ropes of sperm. *** Mother had a heart attack and died when she was 72. I think our love kept me going a little longer than average for my dad's family, but two months after Mother died, I followed. I think my heart held out just long enough to deal with all of Mother's final wishes. But I'm not afraid of what comes next. You see, Mother is standing 100 yards down the path, smiling with her hand held out to me. She is waiting for me in a light summer dress with the light behind her, looking like she did 35 years ago. But as in love with me as that first summer on the pond. UnderWater Then the video ended, and the lights came back up to full intensity. As my eyes adjusted I realized that everyone in the room was looking at me and their expressions were all different. Bob was looking at me as if I'd done something to him. The lawyer was looking at me with that "I told you so" look. My dad was clearly shocked, but the one that hurt me the most was Steve. The man I loved, the man I thought I'd live out my life with was looking at me like I was just an object. He showed no emotion, no hurt, and most notably no love. Then Steve started talking, he didn't stand up so we could see him, but I could now see that though he was trying not to show it, he was hurting. I was in shock because before I stepped into the room, I had no clue of how much I stood to lose. "I guess you guys all think that I'm a pretty cold fish for the way that I handled this," began Steve. "Actually nothing could be further from the truth. Right now I am in a lot of pain. What I saw on that video shocked me and hurt me so badly both physically and emotionally, that several of the people I ran into thought that I was having a heart attack. I actually did have a problem with my heart because Stacy, you broke it." He looked directly at me as he said this. "I thought that we had a great life together, I loved you more than I thought was possible given my history, and I really believed that you loved me too. But Stacy you more than anyone else know my history. My father although he wasn't an Eagles fan was a victim of love. He served a life sentence loving a woman who was simply not capable of being faithful to him. He gave her chance after chance, but she always reverted to type. For her part I really believe that in her own way, my mother really loved my dad too, but she was simply not capable of being faithful, she simply was not monogamous. And she tried, but cheaters are always going to cheat eventually. And every time she did, I had to watch my dad die, a little bit more each time until there was nothing left of him. His own capacity for love and forgiveness was his undoing." Steve's words had actually given me hope. As bad as this was maybe he'd give me one more chance. "I am not my dad," he said, "So unless one of you can give me some reason to do otherwise, two marriages will end today, because I won't go through what he did. Not for anyone. While it's true, I'm hurting right now, I'm a big boy, I'll get over this and move on. Eventually, maybe even sooner than I dare dream, I'll find someone else and..." My thoughts exploded blocking out Steve's next few sentences, this was suddenly all too fucking serious. He couldn't just replace me. I couldn't live without him, every marriage had its ups and downs surely he wouldn't throw away what we had for what wasn't even serious, it wasn't even a fling. When I came out of my thoughts, I could barely breathe but Steve was still talking; he looked at his watch and then at us. "The clock is ticking," Steve said coldly. "Well I guess I'll go first," said Bob, "First off I want to say that I'm really sorry, I never set out to hurt you or anyone else. I've felt awful about this ever since it started. I never initiated it, and had decided to just not dive with you guys any more. I also thought that you knew about it, at least that's what Stacy led me to believe. But when we were on the boat I noticed how you held her and looked into her eyes, and I kind of knew that someone who loved her that much would never want to share her with anyone else. I don't have any flowery words or convincing arguments that will make you see my side of this. Hell I'm not convinced that you shouldn't tell my wife anyway. I mean I'd really like it if you didn't. If you could maybe let me tell her in my own way in my own time, because eventually I will. It's going to eat at me until I do any way. But I'd like to do it in a way that maybe she'd give me a chance to hold our family together." He took a deep breath and started talking again. "Steve you're a great guy. For someone with some money, you're a real guy just like I am. You're not some stuffed shirt pretending to be like everyone else. I wish I had made some of the career choices you did. I wish I had done better in school and had those opportunities. When I signed up for the dive class, it was more than a dream come true for me. It was something I'd wanted for all of my life, but never been able to afford. My class was my Christmas present from my wife and family and even a few of our friends who all chipped in to try and give me a taste of my dream. Without their kindness I'd have never been able to afford it. I work 50 plus hours a week and it's barely enough to pay the mortgage, and keep food on the table. We have very few extras but we're happy just the same. Now I feel like I let all of those people down because my actions were not worthy of the sacrifices those people made for me to be happy. I'll take any test you want, a lie detector or anything else that can prove I'm telling you the truth. I never approached or pursued your wife, in fact I tried to avoid her. But she made it pretty clear that she could always get another person to dive with her who was willing to do what she wanted. I guess the thrill I got from being able to experience that world down there, made up for the few minutes of disgust I had for what I was doing to get it. But lately it's been eating away at me. It finally got to the point where after this dive, before we were even topside again I'd already decided to quit. That's why I was so mean to Stacy after the dive and avoided her before it. I really am both ashamed and sorry for my actions, and whatever decision you make, I'll do whatever I have to in order to make this up to you." The room was silent again as Bob stopped talking and sat back in his chair. Everyone started looking at me again. "Steve," I said, getting up and heading for him. My intention was to wrap my arms around him and let him know that we would make this all go away somehow. But with one look from him, I stopped in my tracks. "It isn't what it looks like. Okay maybe it was a little bit like what it looks like. But I was not in my right mind. Each and every one of us has a crazy switch, that gets flipped over something. With you it's fucking Mustangs. How many times have we taken your car to do one of the shows and you just flipped out. Remember that little blond bitch that followed you all over the HIN show in Chicago? What about that Asian woman at the NOPI show? Surely you remember that woman with the Orange and Green Mustang at the Woodward Dream Cruise in Detroit? every one of them had you so worked up that you fucked the living shit out of me after the show was over. So I've got my crazy switch too. There's something about being underwater, and I'm not talking about the shower, the bathtub or even a hot tub, but being far beneath the surface in a large body of water that just makes me so horny I just have to act on it." I took one step closer to him and he didn't move away from me so I thought that some of my point was sinking in. "I know that you love me Steve, and I'm sure that this has hurt you but you have to know that these were the only times I've ever even been tempted to cheat on you. I don't actually know why, there's nothing wrong with our sex life. After 10 years I still want to fuck you every time I see you, but being underwater just makes me incredibly horny, and you can't be there with me. If you want me to I'll just give up diving. But you also have to remember that just like with your car shows, every time I came back from a dive we've had some of the best sex of our lives. Last night, like all of the other times you would've had trouble walking after it. I would have drained all of your fluids until you had nothing else to give me. You are the only man I have ever loved, and the only one I ever will love. This is just my crazy switch. I'll give up diving, it won't ever get flicked again, and I know it's going to take some time for you to forget this or forgive me, but I think that we can get over this and be happy again. Isn't what we've had over the past ten years worth one mistake? It's the only one I've ever made, it's the only one I'll ever make, I promise you. You've always done everything you can, and given me everything you could to make me happy, so please give me this one mistake. I know I hurt you but I was not in control of my faculties. It will not happen again. If you love me as much as you say you do, If you love me as much as I love you, you'll give me one more chance." For a while no one said anything then I looked at Steve and saw one tear roll down his cheek. "Bob, you and I might've, as you've said been friends, but we can never be that now. For the rest of my life every time I think of you I'll see you underwater, fucking Stacy. For that you have to be punished. But I'm also not a fool. From the video I think everyone here saw that you heart really wasn't in it. I've always heard that men can't be raped, but what I saw on that tape was pretty damned close. You can tear up the papers in the file. I won't be taking you to court. I also won't be telling your wife about any of this either. I'm not the judge here Bob, It's not up to me to punish you or decide what you do in your life but I do have a suggestion for your punishment. For your punishment, don't you tell your wife either. You said not telling her would eat away at you, well let it. Telling her would only hurt her, and she doesn't deserve the kind of pain I'm feeling right now. I've heard it said that the truth shall set you free, well maybe it would set you free of your guilt, but it would hurt your wife who has done nothing to deserve it. So for your punishment, you live with the guilt eating away at you." "Thanks Steve," said Bob and he got up and walked away slowly. Then Steve turned to me. He motioned for me to join him at his table near the screen. He took my hand and he hugged me. Then he pulled me in for one long passionate kiss. I responded to him as I always did my nipples got as hard as rocks and I could feel my pussy moistening as he squeezed me but there was something wrong. I ran my hand over the front of Steve's pants and noticed that he wasn't getting hard at all. "Stacy, you made a lot of good points," he said. "Before you spoke I was so angry at you I was ready to just write you a check for the amount of money outlined in our pre-nup and walk away from you. But you spoke so logically and so emotionally at the same time. It really touched me. When you spoke about the crazy switch and how we all have one, you hit that one out of the park. You were dead on in most of the things you said about me. I am kind of crazy about Mustangs, and I do get a little bit heated up when we go to a show and I get to see all of the new stuff. But the part you missed was that even when I did get all heated up, the person I shared that passion with was you. Yep there were lots of hot little women at all of those shows, but the only hot little woman I touched was you. You were also correct at the end when you talked about how much I loved you, and how I always did anything I could to make you happy, but Stace that was all I have to give, I couldn't do any more for you if I tried and I guess it wasn't enough." He'd been holding my hand while he said all of this and he gently put it down. "You picked the wrong guy to try this on because you know about my parents and their relationship. You sounded just like my mother in a lot of the shit you said. Unfortunately I'm not my Dad. I got to see first-hand that no matter how good their intentions, cheaters are always going to cheat. If you take away their reason, they'll just find another one. If you change the situation, they'll find other motivation. Unlike my Dad I can see how this ends and I will not walk his path. He loved my mother so much that he gave her chance after chance, and it just eroded his self respect until he had none left. I loved you as much as he loved my mom, you probably love me as much as she loved him. But it can't work for us, because I will not follow their path. As I said before I was going to just write you a check, but now I'm thinking about using the video and dragging your ass into court to see if I can break the pre-nup and give you even less." I couldn't believe that Steve was talking to me like that, I started crying but he was unmoved as he stood up and got ready to leave me. "You say that my Mustangs are my crazy switch, and that water is yours. I guess I just see you as being some kind of H2 hoe, and I'm not going to stay married to you. I loved you Stacy but unlike my mom and Dad I fail to believe that there is only one fucking woman on the planet that I can be happy with, I'll find another." Steve walked out of the room leaving me alone with my dad who just sat there shaking his head. A few months later we went into court and I had to settle for half of the agreed on amount. That meant that I was going to have to get a job and there were few high paying opportunities in our small town. I lost everything, The man I love, my cushy easy life, my house, I even lost the respect of my parents. The worst part about it was that in order to safeguard my reputation I can't even get any revenge on Bob. I had considered going after him by telling his wife, but I was informed that if Bob's wife ever found out, the video of my underwater fuck would be on the internet. I even have to sit back and watch as one by one all of the single women in town make their play for the man I love. I took all of the hopes and dreams for the life I wanted, and I fucked it all up, underwater.