52 comments/ 117289 views/ 11 favorites Was It Ever True? By: BlBones I don't know any way to tell the story without first telling you about me. I am Cliff Chandler. In high school, I was looked on as a geek or nerd. My wife of just a little over two years Beverly, Bev, on the other hand, was the head cheerleader, prom queen, homecoming queen, etc. her senior year. Yeah, I know, seems kind of weird doesn't it? While in school, she was the private property of Buster (aptly named) Snipes, captain of the football team and so on. I don't like to admit it, but even though I considered him a complete ass, I have to admit he is very good looking. I also have to admit that they made a striking couple. Though not being on the inside, I had heard that the two were quite an item on campus during their junior and senior years. I even heard they had been involved in some rather torrid exhibitionist displays at parties. After high school I went to the University of Virginia where I stayed until I completed the MBA program. In school I developed a close friendship with my business finances professor in the MBA program. Upon graduation I returned to my hometown, Petersburg and worked for a small firm. On my own time I developed some software for a niche market. My professor friend kept up with what I was doing and called me one day telling me he had heard about my software and encouraged me to create my own company. He would be glad to advise me. Without going into details, he helped me set up a privately owned corporation and advised me on what I should do to protect my assets under a number of situations. My software was a huge success and shortly I found myself the owner of a very profitable company. As things really got on track, I hired my professor as a part-time consultant. That was almost three years ago. I should hasten to add that at the time I formed my company, I got rid of my wire-framed glasses and got contact lenses. Some of the MBA classes had been very helpful in building my confidence in presenting myself to other people. I learned that I didn't have to, in fact shouldn't, let people walk on me. In short, that was the beginning of my transformation from nerd into a present day business man. It was about four months after the business was formed that I made a call on a prospective customer and ran in to Bev who was secretary to the president. I recognized her right away but it took a few minutes for her to remember me. We chatted pleasantly while I was waiting to meet with her boss. She was prettier than I remembered her in high school. Before I went into the boss' office we agreed that we should get together some time and talk over old times. I left after the meeting and didn't really think any more about her. Although I feel that I have shed the nerd uniform, I considered her to be out of my class. But, a few weeks later I had to make another call and Bev told me she was disappointed that we hadn't gotten together. I was shocked that she had given me another thought. Again, without the details, we met a couple weeks later. Our first meeting went so well that we started dating on an almost weekly basis. We shared many like interests and were comfortable with each other. She often commented on how much I had changed and how sorry she was that we hadn't gotten together before. We never had sex but she taught me some new sensations relating to my body and even wanted me to take her to bed. My upbringing just wouldn't let me engage in pre-marital sex. In fact, aside from some passionate kissing, and my fondling her breast through her clothes, which often was only a t-shirt, we didn't engage in serious sexually oriented play. On one occasion she reached for my cock, stoked it a couple of times and I had a mess in my pants. I was so embarrassed that I didn't let her touch it again. * * * * * * We married seven months later. During our dating adventures, she hinted, well not really hinted, but I completely understood that she was not a virgin, but I didn't care. I couldn't believe such a beautiful woman would settle for or be interested in an ex-nerd. We had an early afternoon wedding. Our wedding night would be in San Francisco and then on to Hawaii the next day for our honeymoon. You wouldn't believe our wedding night. I was still a virgin and she literally indoctrinated me in the various erotic forms of sex over the next two weeks. Remember, until I started going with Bev, I had really never had any sexual thoughts or experiences. So what I am going to tell you may not sound unusual. To me however, I entered a new and exciting world. As we got into out first class seats, the flight attendant offered us wine. I declined but Bev accepted. As soon as we were airborne, blankets were offered. I was about to decline when Bev spoke up and said, "Yes," we would both appreciate one. I started to protest and she just shushed me and reminded me we wouldn't be in San Francisco until after ten tonight. Then she asked me if I had a twenty dollar bill that she could have. I started to ask what she needed it for and she just said she needed it for our first flight celebration. I didn't press the issue. I gave her the money. A few minutes later she got up and told me she would be right back. I watched her walk to the galley where she engaged one of the attendants in a short conversation, went to the restroom, and then returned with a great big grin on her face. I asked what that was all about and she simply said she was preparing our celebration. I thought to myself that I needed to teach her a little about first class accommodations. A five dollar tip is more than sufficient to arrange for special enhancements to the service. The movie was being announced when the attendant came to me and asked if we would mind exchanging seats with the couple three rows back, at the partition to the galley. She told me that one of them had severe vision problems and wanted to get nearer the screen. Of course, I had no objection, I really wasn't interested in the movie, and I asked Bev. She was agreeable too. We had just settled down when the lights were dimmed and the movie began. Bev passed me a blanket and told me to spread it out as she spread hers. I started to protest and she said, "Honey, am I going to have to argue with you on our entire honeymoon? Please humor me for now." I smiled and complied, opening and spreading my blanket. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I thought she was beginning to watch the movie when I felt her hand slide over my thigh, to my crotch, and then start groping for my penis. It didn't take but a moment before junior started to arouse and she wrapped her fingers around it. It felt wonderful, but we were in public on an airliner and this activity had caused embarrassment before. I was just about to whisper to her when she stuck her tongue in my ear and then whispered, "Unzip your pants." I started to protest when she whispered, "Are we going to argue our whole honeymoon?" I glanced around. No one could really see us and the cabin was almost dark. I did as she asked. I about jumped out of my skin when she wrapped her fingers around my bare cock. She would stroke me a moment and then let up. I found out later that she could feel me tense up, ready to shoot my wad, and then she would ease off so I wouldn't. I don't know whether I was in heaven or on the verge of pure panic. After a few minutes, she whispered for me to move over; that she wanted to snuggle. By now I knew better than to protest and I moved over in my seat. She slid over and again took my cock in her hand. I jumped when something cool and moist touched the tip of my cock. She told me it was alright, she was just putting a condom on me. She had to do it slowly because I was in 'hair-trigger' mode, and she knew it. It wouldn't take much to set me off. At this point I decided to just roll with the punches. The worst thing that could happen would be for me to be embarrassed beyond belief. I was wondering if we could actually have intercourse without being detected. Never having done it before, I had no idea. Once the condom was on, she leaned over and began a long passionate kiss. While kissing, her hand began to stroke me again. This time though, she didn't ease off when I began to get tense. I let her know that I was about to explode. She let me know that it was what she wanted, to just let it go. In a few moments I came. Yes, I had masturbated before, but I never felt like this. I didn't want it to stop. She pulled her lips from mine and smiled at me saying, "That wasn't even a good appetizer, but we're just starting. Go to the restroom and get that thing off before it slips off and we have a mess." With that she gently returned my cock to my pants being sure not to catch or pull the condom. I was afraid the condom was going to slip off before I got to the rest room, but it didn't. I had to sit down to remove it since my legs felt like they were going to buckle. I used paper towels to do a quick clean-up and after a few minutes was able to get back to my feet. As I left the rest room the attendant gave me a beautiful smile. I wondered; did she know? Back in my seat, Bev moved to me again, covering us, and whispered, "Now we can have fun without the risk of unexpected or sudden eruptions. Unzip your pants again." I wasn't even thinking of protesting any more. I unzipped my pants and to my surprise, she reached over and took my hand. She guided my hand under her skirt to her pussy. She was not wearing underpants. I found out later she had removed them and her bra on the last trip to the rest room. Having placed my hand on her pussy, she unbuttoned her blouse and moved up to place a nipple at my lips. Then she pulled my cock out again and started stroking it. At the same time, before planting her lips on mine, she whispered, "Suck my tits and slip your finger into me. You have never done this before and I want it now." I did as she asked and truthfully, any thoughts of being embarrassed completely left my consciousness. I knew I was in heaven and there is no panic there. It was wonderful and the tense feelings before ejaculation were not in the foreground. I don't know how long we played with each other. I know the movie was about half over and that everyone in the cabin was either engrossed in the move, or asleep. Bev had kept us covered so no one could actually see what we were doing. Just then the attendant came by, tapped Bev on the shoulder, and quietly told her that now would be a good time. Bev let go of my cock, pulled my finger (actually two fingers) out of her, and buttoned a couple of buttons on her blouse. She raised my hand and pushed my two fingers into my mouth as she told me that was how she tasted. Then she whispered, "I am going to the rest room. Count to fifteen and then follow me. Don't ask, just do it." With that she got up and left. I did the count and followed. When I got to the rest room, the attendant was there. She gave me a big grin and said, "Enjoy," as she knocked lightly on the door. The door opened quickly, Bev pulled me inside, and locked the door as she sat down on the toilet. Her blouse was open and her skirt lay in a pile on the floor. She unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out, opened her mouth and took me in. From the door opening until she had my cock in her mouth didn't take but two or three seconds. I was so stunned that I couldn't even say a word. It didn't matter. I was floating on a sexually charged pillow of air. I couldn't believe this was happening and I sure didn't mind. She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock and then, opening her mouth wide she engulfed my entire eight inch cock in her mouth and throat. It was exquisite. I had heard of such things but I never had any idea that they actually happened to ordinary people. As she worked, her eyes kept almost constant contact with mine and she tried to smile around my cock. I fondled her exposed breast. Finally, I felt the pressure building and I told her. I tried to push her head back, but she kept on. Suddenly there was no escape. I fired several large wads of cum into her mouth. She kept swallowing and when I finished, she licked my cock clean. She stood up and gave me a big kiss. I tasted cum, my own, for the very first time. It wasn't as repulsive as I had thought it might be. She smiled and said, "We have just become members of the 'mile high' club. Before you come back to the seat, get rid of your shorts and t-shirt, and handed me a small plastic bag to put them in." She put herself back together, finished cleaning up, and tapped lightly on the door. In a moment a light tap came from outside. Bev stepped out and told me to get properly dressed before I followed. I removed my underwear and put them in the plastic bag. When I stepped out, the attendant was there and she grinned and said, "Welcome, enjoy the rest of your flight." Back at our seats, Bev opened the blankets for me to get in. Her skirt was around her waist and her blouse was completely open. She grinned and grabbed my cock through my pants as I got into my seat. As I set about working on her breast, she pulled me to her, planted her lips on mine, and let me taste more of my cum. She had not swallowed it all. While doing this she unbuttoned my shirt and freed my cock once more. She moved around until she was almost lying on top of me. At various points, my cock would come in contact with her pussy and send electrical impulses through my limbs. Because of the seat angle and her trying to bend opposite to the angle, we could not accomplish penetration. She would have to sit up in my lap, and that would have been just too obvious. At one point she wiggled around enough to get my cock in her mouth for a moment, but that too was difficult. At any rate, Bev succeeded in keeping me hard until the wheels went down on our approach to San Francisco. Even with the time afforded before the doors were opened for us to exit, I was concerned that I would be leaving with a very large tent in front of me. Thankfully it pretty well subsided before I got up. The cab ride to the hotel was not uneventful. The cab had hardly started to move when she bent over and stuck her tongue in my ear. In a moment she had unbuttoned her blouse and had pulled my hand onto her breast. My cock immediately jumped to attention and as it did, she had it in her hand, stroking it through my pants. When we pulled up to the hotel, I'm sure the doorman and the cabbie got a good look at her tits since she hadn't buttoned up until we stopped. I was struggling with this new sexual activity. I was on the point of being embarrassed part of the time and at other times I was doing my best to come face-to-face with feelings and thoughts I had never had before. At the check-in desk, Bev stood close to me and would sneak her hand to the now almost permanent tent I was carrying. I refused to let the bellman have one of our small bags since I needed it as cover. When we got to the room, at her insistence, we had a shower together. We spent at least twenty minutes washing each other and then Bev convinced me to get on my knees while she pulled my face into her pussy. She coaxed me into putting my tongue in and licking her bald pussy. I ate her until she climaxed and then we toweled off and she sent me to bed telling me she would follow in a couple of minutes. The bathroom door opened, and she emerged. She wore a very sheer night gown that hid absolutely nothing but it was as erotic and sexual as you can imagine. She crawled onto the bed, lay down on her back and in a very gentle voice said, "Sweetie, this is our wedding night. It's time to consummate our union. Use that beautiful big cock of yours and fuck me into wedded bliss." I had been in an almost constant state of arousal since we boarded the plane, so no foreplay was really necessary. However, she led me through the proper preparation acts. She gave me head and then had me eat her pussy and quickly moved us into a sixty-nine position. Then I experienced my first time feeling a woman's vagina completely envelop my cock. It was fantastic and I popped my load almost before I got started. Our first time was intense. But Bev worked me to arousal again in just a few minutes by sucking my cock. This time she put me on my back while she straddled me and then impaled herself on me. This time it took much longer for me to erupt. We fucked the most of the night before falling asleep and almost missed our flight to Hawaii the next morning. Thankfully, the activities of the past twenty four hours had worn us both down and we slept for most of the flight. With about two hours left on the flight, Bev snuggled up close, put her hand on my cock and, with a snicker, asked if I had another twenty dollar bill. I looked at her and with a laugh told her we would be in our hotel pretty soon and that we didn't need to pay a restroom guard now. We both laughed and she agreed but was disappointed we wouldn't get a first class 'mile high' club card. "What do you mean?" I asked. Giggling she told me that a blow job only rated a second class card. I said, "Maybe we can get our first class card on the way home." She agreed with that idea and gave my cock a squeeze. (And yes, we did get our first class card on the way back to San Francisco.) I will not go into the details of our two weeks in Hawaii. Just let it suffice to say that if there was a position or method for having sex that we didn't use, I don't think it has been invented yet. By the time our honeymoon in Hawaii was over, I think I was qualified to be considered an expert on sex. I wondered why I had never given sex any thought before. One thing is for sure, I was one nerd who was well versed in sex. It was also more than obvious that she had not gained her knowledge of sex from a book or watching movies. Again, her past experiences were water under the bridge and I considered them just that. Her past didn't bother me. * * * * * * During our first year together, Bev told me a little about her relationship with Buster. According to her they had been very serious, but by the time she graduated she had discerned that Buster was not going anywhere. After graduation he went into construction and was caught stealing materials. He didn't learn his lesson the first time and was soon well known by the police. After getting fired from his last job he couldn't find anyone in town who would hire him. He finally moved to Philadelphia she thinks, and to the best of her knowledge, is still there. Life was wonderful until a month ago. Our tenth high school reunion was set. I didn't care whether we went, or not. But, Bev was all abuzz and wanted to see many of her old friends that she hadn't seen since graduation. Many had moved away, many were married, and some had just disappeared. So, I agreed to go and we replied to the R.S.V.P. and included the money for the dinner and reunion fee. The reunion committee rented a dining room/ball room at a local hotel. In order to raise enough money to make the affair something special, all classes having a year plus or minus ten join together for one big gala occasion. Each class also rents a hospitality room or suite for their class. After dinner, the night before the reunion, we were talking about what we could expect tomorrow night. I reminded Bev that everyone was ten years older, most of them married, and things would be different than they were in school. She told me she knew that but she was really looking forward to seeing a lot of the old gang. Many of her close friends had gone on to college and not returned to Petersburg. Most of those who hadn't gone to college had gone elsewhere for work or with husbands. She then rattled of several names with quick notes of expectation. When she finished the list, she hadn't mentioned Buster and I asked her if Buster was going to be here. She paused and then said she really didn't know, but if he was, I didn't need to worry. He was a loser. Was It Ever True? On the night of the reunion Bev came into the living room, after getting dressed, looking absolutely radiant. She was as beautiful as I had ever seen her. I couldn't believe I had such a stunning woman for my wife. She was wearing a beige-colored, just above the knee-length, cocktail dress. Like anything she wore, it showed off, no, it emphasized, her fantastic body. I could see her nipples pressing lightly against the fabric and knew she was braless since there was almost no back to the dress. Her perfect "b" cup breast needed no support or covering. Nude colored, thigh high hose and tan, ankle strap, high heels completed the picture. As always, I was very proud of her and I knew she would be turning lots of heads, both males with lust, and females with jealousy. I pulled her to me and she asked if I approved to which I gave her an affirmative reply. Then she asked if I wanted a kiss before she put on her lipstick. I didn't answer; I just gave her a long passionate kiss. She pulled away and said, "Don't to get your motor running too soon or too fast buster." I didn't know if the 'buster' was just a matter of word choice, or if there was something else in the use of the word. Turning, she returned to the bath room to put on her lipstick. In a few minutes she returned with that infectious smile and we headed for the hotel, At the hotel we went to the hospitality suite to get our name badges. We also received a mini-yearbook containing our old senior pictures and new last names for the married women. Upon arriving, Bev was immediately caught up in a rush of greetings and compliments from her old chums; most of whom she really had not seen for years. I met a couple of the guys that I hung out with, but, as a nerd, I did not have a big collection of friends. It took over half an hour to break Bev away and get down to the main ballroom. Again, she was surrounded. I just kind of shuffled around until the call for dinner was made. While waiting, I looked through the mini-yearbook and noted there were pictures included for people I did not see. I was comforted to not see Buster's picture. I found out that some who could not attend had sent notes and supported the reunion by paying the reunion fee. Of course, those who had not paid the reunion fee were not included in the pictures. With the call for dinner, groups of ten began forming for each table. Bev came to me, gave me a hug and asked if I would mind or be disappointed if she sat at a table with her old friends; that there just wasn't room for the spouses. Hell, yes I would be disappointed, but I didn't tell her that. I bit my lip and told her to go ahead. I ended up at a table with other reject spouses, all men and none of them from our school. The table was on the other side of the room from Bev's so I couldn't even see her. Dinner was dull at best and I knew why I hadn't been interested in coming. After dinner some short remarks were made by the five class presidents and a toast was proposed. It was announced that the main bar and ballroom would be open until 2 a.m. and everyone headed for the bar or the dance floor. As the announcement ended, I heard a small hubbub across the room, near Bev's table. I could just make her out in the throng and headed for her. I hadn't taken but a step when I saw Buster step up to Bev. It was obvious that his appearance was the cause of the hubbub. She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a not too refined kiss. He then took her hand and led her to the dance floor. I was royally pissed. I walked right on the dance floor, tapped Buster on the shoulder and told him the first and last dance always belongs to the spouse. Bev gasped slightly and said, "Honey, you remember Buster don't you?" I know my voice didn't convey any hint of friendship when I replied, "Yeah, how are you Buster? I believe this dance is mine." I know he really didn't recognize the nerd from school days. He mumbled something and grudgingly handed Bev to me. As soon as he left, Bev lit into me for not being friendlier. I immediately discerned that Bev was already getting into the liquor pretty heavily. I told her I was sorry, but I didn't think much of Buster before and that I had nothing to change my mind since. Then I said, with a little heat in my voice, "Bev, you abandoned me in the suite before dinner and then left me for dinner, and now you jump right into someone else's arms for the dance. Am I going to be excess baggage to you all night?" She smiled and told me that she was sorry, but she hadn't seen these guys for a long time and just wanted to spend some time with them. She then said, "Honey, we have a lifetime of being together ahead of us. Please don't rein me in too tight." I was still not happy with the way things were starting out. We finished the dance and I finally told her to go ahead and have a good but save a little time for me. Then I added, "Honey, have a good time but please lay off the liquor." She said, "I love you and I will save some dances and the last dance for you. Thank you for letting me enjoy my old friends." I gave her a kiss and said, "OK honey, but as I said, you need to ease off on the booze." I don't drink but Bev can tie one on from time-to-time. When she does, she is not pleasant to be with. This seemed to irritate her and she snorted, "Don't be such a stick in the mud. I know how to handle my booze." I sat fretting by myself for a few minutes and then I heard a familiar female voice from behind me say, "Cliff, I can hardly believe it is you." I had three females that I associated with in school, but never dated them. This was Penny, my favorite. Penny was attractive, but nothing really special. She was on the fringe of Bev's circle, and as Bev's friend, she was accepted by the group, but not on the inside. We had talked for a short while when; Penny stopped, looked at me seriously, and said, "Cliff, I'll be honest with you. If I had put together a list of possible couplings from the class, you and Bev would have never shown up on the list. I suppose you knew of her relationship with Buster. Well, just let me warn you, I would keep a close watch on them tonight." I assured her that I would but that I felt confident with Bev and that nothing untoward would happen. As she got up she to leave she said, "Just remember what I said." I had hardly finished with Penny when Glenda, the second of my female friends, came up, gave me a hug and wanted to know if I was dancing. We danced most of two numbers while we filled each other in over the past few years. At the end of the dance she said, "Strange things seem to happen. Both you and Bev must have made some serious changes for the two of you to be hitched. Come, I want you to meet my husband." Dancing had been going for about an hour when I met Glenda's husband. Until now I hadn't paid much attention to what Bev was doing. But, as I glanced out on the dance floor and I didn't like what I saw. Bev and Buster were dancing and they were much too intimate for my taste. I excused myself and went onto the dance floor and tapped Buster on the shoulder to cut in on my wife. He took a look at me and kind of snarled, "If you don't want you chops busted nerd, get your ass off the floor." Bev kind of giggled and I knew the giggle. She was well on her way to tying one on. I said, "Buster, please excuse me, but she IS my wife." He shoved me into another couple and at the same time I saw some of his team mates start to move in as he said, "Get out of my way nerd unless you want your face remodeled." Again, Bev snickered. I could see what was coming so I turned and left the floor. I was trying to figure how to disarm this situation. I'm not superman, but I'm not stupid either. Buster would make mince meat of me very quickly. As I sat down Penny sat at the table with me and introduced her husband. I recognized him as being one class ahead of us. He had been visiting with other friends when Penny and I talked before. She didn't waste any time and said, "Cliff, I told you that you needed to watch them. She and her inner circle had quite a laugh while ago when Buster found out that you were Cliff, the nerd, from school days. He was pissed that he had let a nerd cut in on him and was taking heat from his buddies. Bev is really hitting the sauce and joining in the conversations putting you down." I was doing a slow burn. In our marriage, the only trouble we have ever had was on two occasions when Bev got gassed. She becomes irrational and very difficult to be around unless you too are stoned. I watched and waited for Buster to leave for a few minutes. When he did, I went to Bev. I didn't want to sit in the crowd of ass holes so I asked her to dance. She loudly made it clear that she didn't want to dance right now. I then suggested that maybe it was time to go home. Again, loudly, she informed me that she didn't want to dance and she wasn't ready to go home yet, to "piss off." I started to reach for her and was caught on the arm by one of Buster's buddies. He slurred out that Bev said she wasn't ready. "What didn't I understand?" Now there were three football hunks standing around me. I said, "Bev, come on, it's time to go." With that, two of them caught me under either arm pit and threw me about four feet across the dance floor, knocking down two couples as I flew. These guys had bullied this crowd before and those on the dance floor just moved away. While this was happening, Bev was laughing and pointing at me. She stopped her laughing long enough to tell me to go find a place to sit until she was ready to go; that she would tell me when it was time. Buster and his crew pretty much dominated the center of the floor by the bandstand and everyone else had to dance around the perimeter. I knew that I wouldn't be able to muster any support for taking on Buster and his cronies, and truthfully I couldn't blame anyone. It would be like David taking on Goliath without a sling or a stone. Penny and Glenda invited me to come and sit with them and their husbands. I was happy to accept. I think if I had a pistol that I would have walked onto the dance floor and shot Buster's balls off. The way he and Bev were carrying on was totally obscene. I couldn't stand watching any longer so I turned my back to the dance floor. We carried on a pleasant conversation and Penny and Glenda danced with their husbands occasionally. During the conversations, I told them that I hadn't expected to see Buster here tonight, that Bev was rather sure he wouldn't be here. Penny gasped. I asked what was wrong. She said, "You didn't see the last reunion mailing? It had a list of everyone who had responded and Buster's name was there as planning to attend, but as not having paid his banquet or reunion fees. Of course, we figured he wouldn't sign up for the dinner pay the fee, or rent a room." Then in disdain she added, "I wonder how he got here? He must have bummed a ride or gasoline from someone." I told her I had never seen the list. My stomach did a knot as I acknowledged that obviously Bev had lied to me about doubting he would show up. I didn't know exactly what I should do, but I was now starting to work on some plans to upset this cute little reunion. Sometime after one o'clock, Penny and Glenda excused themselves and left the table. While talking to their husbands, I looked around and could not see Bev or any of the football gang. The crowd had thinned down considerably and there were only a dozen or so couples on the floor. In fact, besides our table and the couples on the floor, there was almost no one left. I was starting to get up to go look for her when the girls came back and Penny said, "Cliff, I hate to tell you this but there is action in the hospitality suite. You're not going to like it." I stepped to leave and Penny grabbed me and told me that I should just sit it out. There was nothing I could do now and if I went I would probably get a beaten up and end up in the hospital. I thanked her but I told her that was my wife and I was not going to just sit by and let things happen that shouldn't. I didn't take the elevator. I flew up the stairs and barged right into the hospitality suite. What I saw made my blood boil. Bev was dancing a very provocative dance with Buster. Her dress was up about her hips and her panties were pulled down to about mid-thigh. Buster wasn't wearing any pants and his cock was sticking out through the fly in his shorts. The crowd was chanting, "Fuck'er Buster, Fuck'er Buster, Fuck'er Buster..." as the two repeatedly moved toward and then away from each other in a very suggestive way. Not thinking, I made a move to get at Buster when two of his asshole buddies grabbed me. The dance stopped and Buster, with a sneer in his voice said, "Well our favorite nerd has just ridden in on his white horse to save the fair maiden." (Everyone laughed.) "Well shit head if you want the fair maiden tonight, come take her away from me." With that his two assholes pushed me at him and he drove his fist into my stomach. It took all of the wind out of me and I went to the floor gasping for air. Looking down on me he taunted me to get up and fight him, take the fair maiden away from him. When I didn't reply, Bev came over and said in a taunting voice, "Don't you love me enough to fight for me? I thought I had married a man, but I guess not." She snickered again as she rejoined the circle. He stepped over and grabbed me by the front of the shirt and lifted me up. I was prepared for another blow when he said to his assholes, "He's not worth the chance of bruising my knuckles. Tie him to a chair and let's let him watch a real man in action." I was tied to a chair and moved to a front row center position. The dance resumed with Bev slowly dropping her panties to her knees, then to her ankles, then to the floor and stepping out of them. To this point they had not touched each other. But now they danced closer until his dick was touching her each time they approached. After a moment, they stopped dancing and moved close. Now he rubbed his dick over her belly and down to her pussy. I screamed, "For God sake Bev. Stop this and let's go home." Buster came over and shook his cock at me and slurred, "This is what a woman needs and wants. I'll bet your little pecker just tickles the pee out of a woman; right Bev? She snickered out, "Right Buster, sweetie." Buster stood, weaving over me and finally said to his buddies, "Unzip his pants and let's look at his cute feather duster." They unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. Buster wasn't prepared for what he saw. He was looking at a soft cock that was almost as big as his hard cock. He spluttered for a minute and then with a big laugh said, "Well nerd, you would have been quite a man if they hadn't used so much of you to make a prick." Everybody howled. I looked at Bev and said, "Well if it's a big cock you want, you sure picked a weenie." I received a sharp, stinging slap on the face and a napkin was stuffed into my mouth. Buster sneered and led Bev to the bed. With here staring directly at me, she let him drive his cock into her. The crowd resumed its chant with Bev urging him to fuck her harder. While most attention was on the bed, one of the girls, I should say, whores came over to me and announced that she wanted to see how big I was when loaded for bear. She dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. I didn't want to respond to her, but the body can take just so much. She sucked me until I was hard and then to the laughter of all around, she pumped me by hand until I blew cum all over myself. By this time, Buster had emptied himself into Bev and come to watch. As I blew my load he snarled that I had just seen how a man handles things. Then he added, "Hey nerd, aren't you ashamed for messing yourself up?" Again, everyone roared. Bev didn't roar because I saw she had someone else between her legs. Buster said, "I am going to untie you. Then, in a manly manner, you'n me will determine who's gunna take her home tonight" He untied me and I pulled the napkin out of my mouth and said to Bev, "Are you going home with me now?" She slurred, "I'm busy. Besides, you heard what Buster said. You haven't won yet." And then she snickered as she bounced up and down. I looked at Buster and said, "Fuck you, shit for brains with a gnat for a pecker." I received another blow to the stomach and one to the kidneys and felt myself being propelled through the air. As I landed in the hallway, I heard the door slam along with howls of laughter. Bev's voice was among them. Hurting, I pulled myself up staggered to the rest room and cleaned myself up as best I could. Then I returned to the ballroom. Most of the guests were gone or in the process of leaving. It was a little after two. But Penny and her husband were still there and she hurried to me as I kind of limped back in. She said, "Oh Cliff, I'm so sorry. I just knew something like this was going to happen when I heard Buster would be here. I suspect he is freeloading since he didn't reserve a room. He may try to bring Bev home and try to force you to let him stay overnight. He will surely have Jimmy with him. They are both bums." My plan was formulated now. Though I couldn't meet the foe head on, I was sure going to put a crimp, no an end, to what they thought they were going to do for the rest of the night. While in the suite, I had heard considerable discussion about the planned activities at Jack's house when they left the hotel. As soon as I could say my goodbye's I went to my car and got my cell phone. It was time to execute the plan. I almost screamed for joy when my tennis partner, Sgt. Tim Allbright answered my call to police headquarters. He was on duty and I told him what had and was happening. I also told him that it was quite likely that there would be some cars leaving the hotel very shortly with drivers well over the legal limit. Tim said there would be no problem, thanked me for the tip, and let me know he was dispatching three cars right now. He finished by telling me, sarcastically, how happy he would be to help return a favor or two to Buster. Chuckling he told me how much he appreciated watchfulness of good citizens. Back inside, I recalled that Buster and his goons had hung their jackets on chairs before going upstairs. A quick search and I found the jacket belonging to Buster with his driver's license in it. I laughed when I saw his real name, Baldwin Snipes. His car keys were in the pocket. The car was a rental and I went outside, found it, and removed the valve stem from the right-front tire. Back inside I called and talked to a sleepy rental agent who told me any emergency service would take over an hour to get out at this hour. Remembering what Penny had said, I wondered how he had been able to rent a car, such as it was. The entrance to the hotel parking is off of a half-block long side street. I got my car and drove out. As I reached the corner, a police car pulled out, blocking the intersection. It was Tim and there were two other cars around the corner. When he saw me he saluted, came to my window, and asked if they were still there, I told him they should be along in minutes. I asked if I could watch and he told me this was a public street. I pulled around the corner and walked back to watch. Within twenty minutes, nine cars were pulled, nine drivers were hauled to jail and three wives drove home alone. Four wives were driven home by the police since they were in no shape to drive. Two of the men had no wives, their cars were towed to impound along with the four belonging to the wives too drunk to drive. Tim came to me and asked what happened to Buster and my wife. I told him that they had been delayed. About then my cell phone rang. It was Bev. She was sloshed and she was mad. She wanted to know where the hell I was and why I hadn't waited for her. Was It Ever True? I replied, "Who in the hell do you think you are talking to? You made it clear that I wasn't man enough for you tonight. Tell Baldwin to take care of you. I don't have to take this crap from you," and hung up. In a few minutes the phone rang again. Bev was a little more civil and told me that since I hadn't waited for her, Buster (snicker) Baldwin was going to bring her home as soon as he fixed a flat. "And Cliff (giggle), I have invited him to spend the night since he doesn't have a room. Oh, and Jimmy will be with us. I expect you to be nice (giggle)." I blew, "Bev you had better get yourself home and you had better find a way to dump the two assholes with you." I hung up and turned the phone off before she could reply. Turning to Tim, I told him what had just transpired. He said, I think it would be good if you let me come with you. We went home and he parked the cruiser next door, knowing it wouldn't be noticed behind the fence. He told me when we got there that a car would follow them just to be sure nothing happened on the way, that if they became dangerous on the road, they would be pulled. While we waited, an idea struck. I said to Tim, "You know those spike things you guys use to blowout tires and stop cars?" He nodded. I said, "Have they ever fallen out of you car, like in driveways?" He started to shake his head and then, catching my meaning, answered, "Well I haven't heard of it, but I suppose it could happen." We went to his cruiser, pulled out two bars and set them in my driveway. My driveway drops down slightly from the street and the spikes wouldn't be seen until he had rolled over them. He said with a smile, "You know, I have heard of things like this happening, but this is the first time I have actually seen them fall out. We may need to install retaining straps in the cruisers." We both chuckled. About then his radio broke the silence and he was informed that Buster, with two passengers, had just left the hotel. Tim reminded the officer that safety was the first concern but that if they could make it to their destination without endangering anyone, to let them go. He gave my address and said he believed they were headed here. Regardless of where they stopped, turn on the lights, get them out of the car and give them a sobriety tests. If they pulled them any where but here, he was to be informed. That over, he said, "Cliff, I'm sorry this is happening. Why don't we go inside and wait?" It was about twenty minutes later when I heard a short chirp of the police car and I could see blue lights flashing through the curtains. I had expected a big bang as Buster drove over the spikes and was disappointed when I could just barely hear air escaping from the front tires. The living room lights were off and Tim and I watched through the big window as all three were taken from the car and could hardly stand, let alone even start a sobriety test the two officers were trying to administer. We weren't surprised when they refused to take a breathalyzer test. The side window was open and we could hear what was happening. The three of them were giggling. Amid the giggles, Buster and Jimmy were tossing light threats and barbs at the officers. Finally the officers cuffed Buster, informed him he was under arrest for driving under the influence. He started swearing and the officers had to forcibly put him into the cruiser. "Tim whispered, now he is resisting arrest." One officer was looking at Jimmy's driver license, and asked him where he was staying; he would call a cab to get him home. Jimmy had no money, except for about three dollars and also had no place to stay. The officer informed him that he was taking him down town and booking him as a vagrant, that the city would provide room and board for the night. I was totally enjoying the scenario that was taking place outside. I also noticed a few neighbor's lights had come on and they were observing the proceedings. About that time, Jimmy took a wild swing at the officer, completely missing him and the officer caught him by the back of the neck, slammed his head onto the trunk of the car and cuffed him. Tim whispered, "That's assault on an officer." While this was going on, the second officer, having secured Buster in the cruiser, was interrogating Bev. He finally determined that this was her home and walked her to the door. Her language was not something to repeat. I opened the door and let her in. The officer saw Tim and said, "Hi sergeant. I didn't know you were here." Tim returned the greeting and thanked him and then asked me if he could be of further service. Seeing Tim, Bev shrieked in a slur at me, "You set this up. Where are Buster and Jimmy going?" I told her that I had indeed set it up. They were going to the holding tank for drunk drivers and that we didn't need a bunch of drunks driving the streets. I told her the two of them wouldn't be lonely since nine of their buddies were waiting for them. I also told her they would be there until tomorrow morning at least unless someone bailed them out. She slurred out again, "Well I'm going to go bail them out." Tim stepped closer to her and said, "Bev, if you go, I will pull you over as soon as your wheels touch public roadway and I will give you a free ride to headquarters and a free overnight cell." She called him an SOB and attempted to slap him. I grabbed her arm, put my face in hers, and told her to go to bed. I told her if she didn't she was going to see a "nerd" she had never seen before and she might even get to see a nerd" being hauled away for beating his wife. Then with authority I said, "Get your whoring ass into bed; RIGHT NOW." I released her and gave her a shove towards the bedroom. It was after three in the morning and Tim looked at me and said, "I went off duty fifteen minutes ago, I'm heading in. Oh, by the way. Since that is a rental car, call the agency and tell them it was abandoned here when the drunk driver was taken to jail. Tell them to come pick it up with their tow truck, that it is not drivable." He cast a glance at Bev, said, "Goodnight," touched a finger to his visor, and left. She glowered and went to the bedroom. She went in and collapsed on the bed and was out in minutes. I just left her and went and lay down on the couch. * * * * * * I caught a couple of cat naps before dawn. During that time I retrieved Bev's checkbook and all but a few dollars from her purse and I cancelled our joint credit card. I was thinking how grateful I was that I had been advised to keep only the money I would need for day-to-day living in any account that was accessible to anyone but me. The bulk of my money was in off-shore accounts that are available to no one but me. About noon, Bev came dragging into the dinning alcove. Naturally she looked like hell. She didn't look at me as she sat down. I got up and poured her a cup of coffee. She sort of mumbled, "Thanks," and then she began to cry. After crying a few minutes she half looked up and said, "Honey, I'm so sorry. I was pretty bad last night wasn't I? I replied that I wished that "pretty bad" would cover her actions. She was about to say something when the phone rang and since she was next to it she answered. I couldn't hear what was being said but I could tell it was someone who was very unhappy. She listened for another minute and said, "I'll be right down," and hung up. She looked at me for a moment and then in a half-whisper she said, "That was Buster. He's being held until someone comes and bails him out. I'll be back in a few minutes." I stood up and pushed her back into the chair. Then I said, "Bev, no matter what you think; you are not going to bail him out. I have your checkbook, your cash, and the credit card has been cancelled. I am not sure that our marriage can be salvaged after your performance last night but, if I ever see asshole Buster near you again, or if you ever mention his name in my presence again, our marriage is over. I am deadly serious about what I have just said. Do you completely understand me?" She began to cry and wanted to call him back since she had told him she would be right down. I told her that he had gotten what he deserved and that he could rot in jail for all I cared. (I learned later that he spent two days in jail since no one posted bail and he certainly didn't enough money to post bail.) He was charged for the rental car until he returned the keys a day after he got out of jail. He was charged an extra day for the car being out of service to have new tires put on, and he was charged for the new tires. The judge fined him $500 for DUI and suspended his license for six months. Since he had hitch hiked to town, he had no means for going home and he was going to have to raid his rainy day money, the judge ordered him to get bus fare as well. Apparently the fines, car rental costs, and bus fare pretty well wiped out his savings account. Jimmy was released a day earlier and escorted to the bus station. I understand his weekend wiped out his savings too and he had to borrow money from another buddy to get out of town,) Tim told me that he had an officer escort each of them to the bus terminal to assure they left town without any further incidents. He also told me later that eight others pleaded guilty to the DUI charges and received $500 fines and license suspensions for six months. One, having a previous DUI was fined $1500 and lost his license for a year with a warning that the next time would get him a permanent revocation of his license. You can't imagine the buckets of elephant tears I shed when I heard of all of their misfortunes. I may not be a muscle man, but I do know how to inflict pain and discomfort. For the next few days Bev and I had little in the way of conversations. I decided I was going to wait for her to make the overture. If it weren't for the fact that her parents moved back to their hometown, about an hour North of Baltimore, a month before the reunion, I believe I would have taken Bev to stay with them until she sorted herself out. On Wednesday night, as we were getting ready for bed, she came to me and asked if we could try to repair the damage. She hugged me, lifted her lips for a kiss and let her hand rub my very soft cock. I pulled her hand away and told her the damage was not going to be repaired in bed. Then I dropped one on her. I said, Bev, our sex is over until after you have a complete medical exam. I don't know what kind of shit Buster and his gang may be carrying, but I'm not taking any chances. She pulled back from me and exclaimed that Buster and her friends weren't carrying anything. How could I think such a thing? I just looked at her and then said, "Very easily. When people go around fucking anything and everything they can find, the probabilities are very high that they are carrying some form of creeping crud. You performed like a whore, now get yourself checked before you spread it." "By the way, you will be checked by our doctor and you will bring me a written certification." She sobbed, "Please Cliff, let me go to someone we don't know. I'd be mortified to go to Dr. Matthews for this kind of check-up." I said, "You should have thought of that before. I didn't think anything could mortify you after what I saw on Saturday. But, you can be checked by any doctor you wish. However, you will not have sex with me again until it is certified by Dr. Matthews." I could still hear her crying as I drifted off to sleep. When I came home Thursday night she came to me hugged me and said she was sorry. She seemed to be acting like her old self. She asked if we could talk after supper. We talked about normal necessary matters during supper. After dinner she looked at me and sheepishly said, "I went to Dr. Matthews today. All the results will be back tomorrow." We went into the living room and after a few moments she started. "Honey, I have been thinking a lot about the weekend. I can only tell you again how sorry I am for my conduct." I started to interrupt, but she asked me to let her finish first. "Honey, you knew that... I'm not to mention his name... but you know who I mean. Anyway you know that we were quite the lovers in high school. What happened Saturday night happened several times while we were in school. I'm not going to apologize for what happened then. That's past history. I am saying that I am extremely sorry for Saturday night," She stopped, cleared her throat and continued. "Well, I was accustomed to being an exhibitionist and I was accustomed to having sex before we met. I thought I had put that behind me after I left school. I don't know what happened, but Saturday night it all came back. I wasn't ready for it and I didn't know what to do. But with the booze, I fell back into my old pattern." I interrupted, "Before you go on, let me ask three questions. Why did you ignore me and put me down when I tried to stop it early in the evening? You weren't that drunk then. Why did you allow and encourage your friends to humiliate me? And most importantly, why did you lie to me about not knowing Buster was coming?" She started to cry and shook her head and told me she didn't know why to any of the questions. Something had just taken over in her when she saw all of the old gang. "I'm sorry. I just don't know what happened to me." I was not at all satisfied with the answers, and I was getting really pissed that she was trying to sidestep Buster's appearance. I said in a loud and unloving voice, "Bev, why did you lie about Buster's coming?" She looked at me like I had just slapped her. I had broken her thought and she was at a loss for words. Finally she meekly replied, "Honey, I don't know why. I guess I was just afraid you would refuse to go if you knew he was coming." I looked at her for several long moments and almost shouted, "You know that's bullshit. You know that all you have just told me is bullshit. You knew before the reunion exactly what was going to happen. You were looking forward to whoring yourself out again. You really don't give a damn about me or my feelings. The truth is that it's all Bev, what makes Bev happy, what Bev wants. A person who loves another doesn't pull off the kind of shit you did and then try to hide under a, 'I just don't know why I did it' excuse. You damned well knew what you were doing and what was going to happen! You planned it in advance!" There was dead silence for a few moments. She cringed and went on. "Cliff honey, you knew who I was and what I did before we were married. You know that I love sex, lots of it. You may not have known that I liked it with different partners." "Honey, this weekend just made me realize that not only do I need sex, but I want, no, need to have it with others." What she said was like a bombshell going off in my head. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Before she could continue I forcibly interrupted. "Bev, first, stop calling me honey. I can't believe you said what you just did. That brings up a whole new question. How long have you been fucking that asshole since we've been married?" She gasped and after a moment told me that this was the first time since high school. I just sat a stared at her. This new possibility was making me feel sick. After a long silence during which she kept her eyes averted from me, I said, "Bev, please note that I am calling you by your given name. I believe you have unintentionally told me much more than you would like for me to know." "For now, I will not press further. But I have a gut feeling that Saturday night was simply a continuation of something that never went away. Regardless of that, you had better understand that you will never be able to justify sex outside of our marriage to me. We took a set of vows and they are irreversible. What you did in the past, as you said, is history. I can live with that. But, I can tell you right now, if you want to have sex with others, then the proper avenue for you to take is to ask for a divorce. My stand will not change, EVER." Sobbing she said, "Cliff, you just don't understand." I replied, "No Bev, you are the one who doesn't seem to understand. The women I have known and know don't go jumping from one bed to another. Unless you have something constructive to say that will help us get over what has just happened and move on with our life, this conversation is over. What I'm hearing tells me that I'm wasting my time thinking we can repair damage that apparently has been there forever." * * * * * * Prior to the reunion, we had started to talk about beginning a family. Tonight I had let her know that the family issue was on hold indefinitely; that there was a lot of repair needed on our home, and I wasn't talking about the house, before I would want to bring children into it. Still sobbing she said, "Oh Cliff, I'm sorry. I know how much I have hurt you and what I just said was a senseless and stupid statement. I love you and I don't want anything to ruin our love and marriage. Please give me a chance to make things right again. Right now I am so mixed up. Please, let's go ahead with the family, that will help put things right." I went to her, took her by the arm, and told her we could give it a try. But I was not guaranteeing that we would be successful. Regardless, under no circumstances were we going ahead with a family now. She was beginning to understand that she had hurt me deeply and that it wasn't something that was going to go away soon. Over the next few weeks we had several discussions and we put some benchmarks in place to allow us to judge our progress. Over the next year and a half we made progress. One of the items that surprised me and made me feel better was that after our shoot-out the week after the reunion, Bev has never made any comment or reference to wanting to have sex with others again. We eventually (about a month ago) began to discuss family plans again, and I was beginning to get excited. Still, I wasn't sure that what she had done could ever be repaired. The memories of that night were still vivid and still hurt. I repeatedly asked myself, "Could I really put them behind me and, could it happen again?" At this time I didn't have answers. * * * * * * Initiated a couple of weeks after the reunion, and continuing, about every four to six weeks during the middle of the week, Bev drives to her folks and spends two or three days with them. I love her folks and this seemed a good way to maintain the family union. We set nine o'clock in the evening as a time she would call me each night she was gone. The call hour was set to assure us that I would be free from work and we could have a few minutes together. This arrangement allowed her to see her folks, us to keep in touch, and better yet, we had our weekends together. Since I couldn't make the trips, I asked Bev to take her folks out, on me, for a nice evening out. I would give her two hundred bucks so that it was my doing. I didn't mention it earlier, but I was raised by an aunt and uncle. My parents died before I was a year old. My aunt and uncle took good care of me but we were never very close. I contact them once or twice a year. It was obvious that Bev was enjoying being with her parents and in addition, she had rekindled some friendships with girls she knew in grade school before her dad's company moved them to Petersburg. She always seemed like a new and refreshed woman when she returned from her folks. Our sex was extra great on her return but it would only last a day, sometimes two, and then we would be back to our normal style, six or seven times a month. Of course, that wasn't bad when you consider one week of the month was taken by the 'bloody lady.' On her last trip I had some free time at mid-afternoon and was missing her so I decided to get in an extra call. When her mom answered the phone, I talked with her for a minute and then asked for Bev. Her mom told me she had gone over to Janice's house for a slumber party and wouldn't be back until in the morning.