52 comments/ 140673 views/ 14 favorites Who Can You Really Trust? By: Scorpio44 This is a pay-back story. There is vanilla sex, oral, ass play, pee, voyeurism, exhibitionism, reluctance and bondage. Choosing a category was difficult. If there were a category called "Pay-Back" or "Retribution" this story would belong there. Please remember, this IS fiction. Society tells us that ministers can and should be trusted. My parents taught that same message. They trusted the minister of the church I went to when I was a kid. When I got married and we established our home we attended quite a few churches before we found one where I felt like I could really trust the minister. Like everyone else I had read the news reports about Jimmy Swagart and a few other ministers who couldn't be trusted. I found a minister I liked and trusted. Ann and I married in 1984. We moved to Los Angeles and eight months later we bought a home in the suburbs. Three blocks from our home was the church. Reverend Mike Thompson was the minister. Mike was five years older than me, married, and loved basketball. We played often on the court that was part of the church parking lot. Ann liked Betsy, Mike's wife, and they spent lots of time together too. I never worried about anything when Ann and Betsy were together. At a party they would self limit themselves to two glasses of wine, nothing stronger and not a drop more. Mike and I limited ourselves to two or three beers. During an evening at home when we had them come for dinner the same limits were observed. Our sex lives seemed wonderful to me. We got together, Ann and I, about five times a week. Nothing too kinky but enjoyable for both of us. There were some minor disagreements about sex, preferences Ann called them. By the time we had been married ten years I had mostly stopped thinking about the things she didn't want me to do. She hated it if I came in her mouth. She believed that sperm belonged down there, to make babies. We had agreed to have at least one child but it hadn't happened yet. Her anus was off limits. No touching and certainly no penetration. Her kisses were heaven. I loved spending hours kissing her. One day in 1994 I came home from work and saw a red ribbon on the front door. I went in and the house was decorated for a celebration. Rev. Mike and Betsy were there and when I walked in they congratulated me. "For what?" I asked. "You're gonna be a Dad!" Ann said. I looked around for her and found her standing in a baggy blouse and pants. Her first maternity outfit. I took her in my arms and we celebrated. She didn't really need the maternity clothes but she wanted to wear them. We went to the doctor appointments together. When she started to show I began a nightly ritual of rubbing lotion all over her belly and then all over her body. The sex changed. Her body didn't bend the way it had and we tried and used different positions. Life was good. One weekend in her forth month we went to a concert at Universal Studios. We got home late and went right to bed. I spooned up behind Ann and we fell asleep. A scream woke me up. It was Ann. I threw back the covers and she was covered in blood from the waist down. I called for the paramedics and I called Mike and Betsy. They arrived at the same time. Mike and Betsy in robes and the paramedics in their red truck. The paramedics checked Ann and cleaned her up before transporting her to the hospital. I followed in my car with Mike driving. Betsy stayed at our house and cleaned up the mess. The doctors gave Ann a good examination and declared that she had experienced a spontaneous natural abortion. She spent twenty-four hours in the hospital and was released. Our lives changed. Ann went into depression. She spent lots of time by herself in our bedroom. She didn't want to go anywhere. She went to work but they almost let her go because she was missing so many days. She didn't even want to go to church services. She went during the week and sat alone in the chapel for hours. Our sex life was effectively over. She didn't even want me in the same bed with her. I talked with Mike and Betsy about it and they told me she would get better. "Give her some time," they said. Six months I slept in the guest bedroom. No sex, no kisses, not even a spoken "I love you." I was going crazy. I talked again with Mike. He advised having a counseling session with us, as a couple. I agreed. He called Ann and they set an appointment. Mike cautioned me that the process could take a while but that he was sure she would recover. We met with Mike once a week. She started smiling and went to church on Sundays. She resumed cooking and taking care of the house and herself. I was happy to see progress. I was starved for affection. I kept lying to myself that it was coming. Just be patient, I told myself, soon she'll be back. On a Saturday we were at Mike and Betsy's backyard for a B-B-Q. Betsy was in the house and Mike was at the B-B-Q grill. Betsy called for assistance. I got up, said I'd help her and went inside. Ann was standing beside Mike as I went inside. Betsy had loaded a big platter with salad stuff and another with the plates and silverware for our meal. "Take your pick, I can't carry both." "OK. I'll take the plates and stuff. They're heavier." "Thank you," she said and planted a kiss on my cheek. Something snapped. A kiss. The first kiss in months! I returned it, but not on her cheek. I kissed her on her mouth. I took her in my arms and gave her the kiss I wanted to give Ann. She melted. She did not resist but she didn't return the kiss. Suddenly I realized what I was doing and I backed off. "Oh Betsy, please forgive me. I haven't had a kiss in months and when you kissed me I just lost it. I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say." She stepped closer and said, "I understand the stress you feel. I accept your apology. Nothing will ever be said about that kiss. Never. Now take the plates and let's have a B-B-Q." When we got home that evening I was still thinking about that kiss. I wanted to kiss Ann. She was sitting on the couch watching something on TV. I sat near her and asked if we could talk. She shut off the TV and faced me. "I miss you." "I'm right here." "I disagree. You haven't been right here in months. I think I have been patient. I sleep in the guest bedroom, not our bedroom. I cook my own dinner almost every night. I haven't complained. Now I want you to know how I feel." "OK. How do you feel?" "I miss you. I miss kissing you, holding you, showing you physical affection. I miss sex." "I don't want sex! Sex is for making babies and I won't ever have babies!" "The doctors said you could get pregnant again. They said there was a good chance you could carry a baby to term and have a healthy baby, if you wanted." "I still wake up seeing all that blood and seeing the look of the faces of the men who came in and touched me. That's never happening again." "Are you telling me that we aren't ever having sex again?" "No. You want sex with me? Get fixed. No more sperm are going up inside me. Ever!" "I'll go tomorrow, no, tomorrow is Sunday. I'll go Monday! What about kissing and sleeping in the same bed?" "When there are no more sperm you can have a million kisses and sleep with me anytime. Is that fair enough?" "OK. Kisses don't make babies, why wait for those?" "Every time you have ever kissed me I have wanted you inside me. I am crazy wanting you, right now! I can't do it!" "OK. On Monday I'm being fixed." "I want to go with you to the appointment." "Deal." We turned the TV on and didn't watch for almost an hour. We didn't go to church on Sunday. I worked in the garage and Ann did stuff in the house. At eight Monday morning I was at work and called three doctors from our medical plan about getting a vasectomy. The third one could get me in at 11:45. He told me that when I arrived I should already be shaved and have someone else to drive me home. I told my supervisor I had a doctor appointment and I needed to be gone the rest of the day. He asked if I was sick. I said no, the appointment was preventive medicine. He wished me well and I was gone. Ann shaved my genitals using a new razor and shaving gel. It was the first time she had seen me naked since the night of the paramedics. As she shaved I watched and by the time she was done I was as hard as a steel rod. Ann used a wet wash cloth to clean me and she held my erection in her hand. She tossed the cloth in the sink and suddenly took my cock in her mouth. In seconds of her sucking and using her tongue I came! "Ann, I'm cumming!" She didn't pull back she sucked harder. I filled her mouth with stream after stream of sperm. She swallowed none of them. She gripped my cock so hard I thought I would die as she turned her head and spit my juices into the toilet. Then she took more until I was dry. She looked up at me as my cock wilted in her hand. "I will never spit like that again. If you want I'll suck you every day for a year to make up for doing without for so long." I agreed that would be a great year. We got dressed and at 11:30 we were sitting the doctor's waiting room. Ann watched as the doctor did his work. She asked how soon we could be sure there were no sperm. "It takes one hundred ejaculations after the surgery before we are sure there are no sperm left in the ejaculate." He said. "OK." Ann said. I thought, 'One hundred!' That could take a long time! "The doctor cautioned against having any ejaculations for twenty-four hours." We went home and Ann tucked me into our bed to take a nap. I slept and dreamed of her body. When I got up she had a nice dinner ready and after dinner we went for a drive to the beach and we watched the ocean for a while and we held hands. Ann drove us home and she slept near me in our bed. At work the next day I got a call at eleven. It was Ann. "Can you take a late lunch?" "What time do you have in mind?" "The surgery was over at twelve-ten. How about twelve thirty?" "Where?" "Two blocks from your office is a motel. I'll bring lunch and meet you there. Room 28." "I'll be there." I knocked on room 28 and Ann opened the door. I don't know who closed the door or where my clothes went. She rolled a condom onto my hard cock and she sucked me dry. Ann slowly pulled the condom off my cock and tied a knot in it. Then she took a magic marker out of her purse and wrote the number "1" on the condom. She put it in a plastic bag and showed it to me. "When I put number one hundred in the bag my pussy is yours. I want that soon. So don't think of basketball or anything with Mike for the next few days." I agreed with a smile on my face. We had a great lunch and Ann gave me a special dessert. She lie back on the motel bed and let me eat her to a wild orgasm. I went back to work with the taste of Ann still in my mouth. I also took two condoms so that if I masturbated I could deposit those in the bag when I got home. In the next thirteen days I was sucked and handed more that I imagined I would ever be. I ate more Ann pussy than I had in ten years. As number one hundred was tied in a knot it was seven-thirty on a Saturday morning. I was shrinking from number one-hundred and Ann slipped my cock back into her mouth, bareback! I hardened; she pushed me onto my back and climbed on. Her hips straddled mine and she guided me home. She was wet and I smoothly probed her depths as deep as I had even been. "Oh God! Thank you for this! Thank you for filling me up! Thank you..." Every time she said Thank you she raised up and when she said what she was thankful for she sat down hard with my cock inside her. It was easily the most grateful fuck ever. I rolled her onto her back and held her legs as I drove deep into her. She pulled her legs up by her shoulders as I kept pistoning into her. I watched as she wiggled and put her arms and shoulders on the other side of her knees, trapping her knees behind her shoulders! I could hold back no more! Pulse after pulse of my juice entered her. For seconds I waited, until I knew I was done. I took her hands and held them off to the sides of her, firmly trapping her legs so her pussy was fully exposed to me and wide open. I put my mouth on her and licked and probed her open, well fucked pussy. "Oh Honey! That feels so good. I have missed your lovin. I am yours!" Not long after she said, "Oh! Oh! Oh my God! I'm cumming again!" Every day and every night for weeks we made a mess of our bed. Ann bought some new sheets so we could change sheets often. After about ten wonderful days and nights Ann stopped wearing panties. "They just get in the way of our fun!" We had dinner with Mike and Betsy late in August. It was hot and the wind was out of the desert so it was hot and very dry. Both women were dressed in sundresses. Modest but still a lot of skin showing. Mike and I were cooking and the women were bringing things out to the patio table. Ann tripped and fell, dropping a tray of crackers on the patio and upending her in such a way that her bare ass and pussy were exposed. I quickly helped her up and nothing was said about the incident. I knew that Mike and Betsy had seen her exposed. I didn't know what they would think of Ann going without panties. I liked it, but only when it was something only I knew about. Nothing was said while the four of us were together. Two weeks later Mike and I were alone shooting hoops at the church and Mike asked, "I don't want to intrude in your marriage but I'm very curious. When Ann fell a couple weeks ago Betsy noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. Is that normal for her?" "Not before, but lately yes." "Before?" "Before I got a vasectomy. Now she loves having bareback sex because there's nothing to worry about. She told me she quit wearing panties because they slow down our action." "My. That's a big shift from months ago, isn't it?" "She told me last week that now that she won't ever have babies she sees sex as for fun only." "That's a pretty normal reaction to taking steps to make sure you don't become parents but I thought you both wanted kids." "When Ann miscarried and was seen and cleaned up by the paramedics, doctors, and Betsy she decided she never wanted to run the risk of pregnancy again. I guess it was too painful and too embarrassing." "Are you OK with that?" "Maybe in a year or so we will decide to adopt. What about you and Betsy? Are you guys ever going the parenthood path?" "I was injured in high school and that ended my possibility of being a Dad. Betsy only has one ovary so her odds were really low from the start. We both accept it as God's will and we minister to all the families and children around us." "I guess neither of us will be babysitting for the other in the near future." It was getting dark enough that we couldn't see the hoop or the ball very well, so we quit for the night and went home. Betsy and Ann had been shopping while we played basketball. Over dinner Ann shared with me that Betsy had shared with her that Mike had lost both testicles in an accident and that she had only one ovary. The same things that Mike had told me. I didn't let on that Mike had told me. I didn't deny it, I just didn't confirm it. I had a carnal thought about having sex with Betsy, since there was no danger of her having a baby that looked like me, but I dismissed the thought: first because Mike was my best friend, second because Ann would kill me, third because Mike would kill me, and forth because they all trusted me not to even think like that. Our lives were lots of fun, trips, dinners and small parties with other couples. Other childless couples. We established a new life focused on having fun and not focused on making babies. Sometime in November while we were having dinner with two other childless couples the conversation turned to fidelity. One of the wives told her story. Her first husband had a vasectomy and made it mean that since he wasn't, and couldn't be, fathering babies it wasn't infidelity to have sex with other women. She caught her husband and a woman he worked with in bed naked and "screwing." That ended their marriage. Her new husband stood by her action and her belief that her Ex had committed adultery. Most everyone at the party voiced agreement. I hadn't even thought about those implications to getting a vasectomy so I agreed but didn't say much. On our way home from the party Ann asked, "Have you thought about having sex with other women?" "Seriously? No. When would I have time? I'm dividing my time as it is. I work forty to fifty hours a week. I'm in bed with you sixty to seventy hours a week. We have dinner, clean the house and change sheets about seventeen hours a week. Add in the ten showers I take a week and I barely have time to drive to and from work." "But, if you had time, you might fool around?" "Has it looked to you like you aren't satisfying me? Have I stopped paying attention to you? Have I stopped shaving twice a day? What is your first hint that I'm looking around?" "You're right. I'm sorry. When Carolyn shared about her ex getting a vasectomy and then using it as an excuse to screw around I just went a little nutty for a while." At home we went in the back door, took off all our clothes and dropped them in the washing machine. I loaded in the soap and started it running. We walked through the house naked and into our bedroom. "How do you want me, Mister?" Ann asked. Every once in a while, usually after returning home from a party, Ann played the pick up. My horney slut for the evening. "Come here." I said it low and menacing. She came and stood in front of me. My index finger found her slit and slid in. I found her wet and hot. "Spread your legs a little." As she complied I dropped to my knee and inserted two fingers up inside her pussy. She moaned and said, "Oh baby, you're good!" My thumb pressed above her clit and I noticed she was freshly shaved. Not in the ten minutes we had been home, but earlier tonight. I twisted my fingers in her and used my knuckles to apply pressure up against her clit area. When her juices ran down the back of my hand I stopped. "You're wet enough for me now. Put your hands on the bed." "Are you going to be in me from behind?" "Yes. That is a slut's favorite position, isn't it?" "Yes! I love being taken that way! Especially by big men like you!" To my knowledge Ann had never been in bed with anyone but me. This was just our fun game. I entered her and we took a long time before either of us came. We had both been a little disappointed at the volume decrease in my output after the vasectomy. I had also been disappointed at how sore my balls got if I came more than twice a day. She loved the feeling of my juices dripping out of her after I withdrew. On that night I came and nothing came back out after I came. She didn't say anything about it. We snuggled together and soon fell asleep. At five in the morning the sky was just beginning to lighten. I got up, peed, came back to bed and saw Ann had tossed off the covers in her sleep. Her legs were spread. I lay down with my face in her pussy. I wanted an early breakfast and she looked open for business. I licked her and tasted us. Within seconds she was wet again and squirming, pushing her pussy against my mouth. I licked with more intensity and Ann moaned. Her hands held my head. As her passion rose she started adding commentary. "Oh Mister, you love pussy! You can eat me anytime! Put your tongue in me. Yes! Just like that!" Ann's hips rose up from the bed and I put my hands under her ass holding it up for me. She was very close. I pulled my face back a little. "Slut, do you want to cum on my face or with my cock in you?" "I want you to suck me and then I'll suck you!" Who Can You Really Trust? My face went right back into her cunt! Her juices flowed and her hands directed where I licked and sucked. Ann's clit was the second biggest I had ever seen. When erect it was nearly three quarters of an inch long! It was erect and I sucked on it and flicked my tongue across the tip. That was enough! Ann put a pillow over her face and screamed! I drank the squirt as it came and got almost all of it. At first when she started squirting we were both surprised. Scared, a little bit. Searching on the internet had proven to us that squirting was OK. I developed a taste for it. We went back to sleep and a couple hours later we were up and starting our day. We had arranged to go to a street fair with another couple. I dressed in Levis and a long sleeved western shirt. Ann decided to wear Levis and a long sleeved t-shirt. Over that she wore a large button-down-the-front shirt unbuttoned. I liked the look and I said so. We met Janet and Larry at the fair. As we walked Larry and I followed the two women. They looked at everything. Crap for the house that would need to be cleaned. Cute funky clothes that looked good in the moment, but which they would never wear, or throw away. By ten thirty Larry and I were looking for a beer. We saw a beer stand and told our women that's where we would be. We even were lucky enough to find two places to sit down. Fifteen minutes later Ann came to find me. "I need your opinion." I took her hand and she led me to a stall with skirts on display. Janet was guarding the one. Ann held it up against her and said, "What do you think?" I said, "Holding it up like that doesn't tell me how it will look when it's on. You need to try it on." In the stall was a sales girl. She looked about eighteen. She heard me and said, "We don't have dressing rooms." Ann looked around and said, "No problem." She unbuttoned her Levis, stepped out of her sandals and peeled out of her Levis. She took the skirt from Janet and put it on. Once on she turned around and said, "Honey, what do you think?" "I think we better buy it before you get arrested!" "Why?" "You just showed the world your pussy!" I said in a whisper. "Ann smiled and said, "And the people behind me saw my ass, too! Do you like the skirt?" "Yes, yes I do. How much is it?" "Fifty dollars." I paid the girl and watched as Ann took it off, handed it to the girl and then put her Levis back on. At least twenty people watched her show. Janet's mouth hadn't closed since Ann started. We walked out with the skirt in a bag and about five men following us. We went back to the beer stand and had lunch. The men following lost interest and wandered away. Ann never even noticed them watching. My modest church woman was amazing me. After lunch the temperature had gone up to almost eighty. Ann was again walking in front with Janet. She took off the over shirt and wrapped it around her waist. I could see the green long sleeved T-shirt she was wearing and thought it looked good. A minute later three guys walked by and one said to the other two, "Did you see the size of that woman's nipples? God, how I would love to suck on those!" I wondered which woman, for about a minute, then Ann turned around and I knew that guy had been talking about Ann's magnificent nipples! They stuck out almost half an inch and were as hard as I had ever seen them. The green shirt was nearly transparent and she was not wearing a bra! "Ann!" I stepped close and quietly asked, "Are you aware of how your nipples are sticking out?" "Yes! This is fun and it isn't bad. I wonder why I never showed them off before." "Because we were taught that good Christian women don't." "I'll bet even Mike can't find a scripture that says it is wrong for a woman to show off the beauty of her body." "It makes me uncomfortable." "I don't understand. You love sucking on my nipples. You love the way they look. Why not let others appreciate them too?" "Because it just isn't done." "I'll bet you that at this street fair we will see at least ten women with nipples that show." "I'll take that bet, on one condition; you put your big shirt on until we see the tenth woman." She put on the shirt. Janet had gone to stand by Larry and when she came back she asked if everything was OK. Ann and I both said yes and our wandering through the booths and shops continued. At an antique shop Ann and Janet went inside and Larry and I waited outside. Within a minute Ann brought a woman outside with her. "Pete, meet Alice. Alice knows her nipples show and going braless is more comfortable for her." I looked. Alice was wearing a tank top and not only did the bumps of her nipples show, so did her dark areola. "Nice to meet you Alice." I said. They turned and went back inside, smiling. Another minute went by and two more women came out of the shop and one asked, "Who is Pete?" I raised my hand. They stood in front of me and one said, "I'm number two." The other one said, "I'm number three." They were indeed showing their nipple bumps. "Hanging out with you is quite a show. I never knew women wanted us to look." Larry said. "I didn't either." A woman walked by and Larry said, "Four!" In the next shop Ann and Janet went in and three women came out within a minute or two. We now were at seven. It had only been a half an hour and she had found seven braless women with nipples that showed. I was not going to win my bet. Ann and Janet came out of the shop and Janet looked me in the eye and said, "Nine!" I looked down and Janet's nipples showed through her blouse. "Ann is right. Men can walk all over the fair with no shirt at all, but if I did I'd get arrested. Bras are uncomfortable and hot. I can't believe I've never gone without one since I was twelve! I love the way you and Larry are looking at me. It feels sexy." She took two steps over to stand directly in front of Larry. He looked down at her tits pointing right at his chest. Janet squeezed his manhood and said, "Larry likes my tits too!" Janet and Ann hooked arms together and walked to the next booth. Hundreds of halter tops hanging on three sides of the stall. Inside a very well endowed woman wearing one of the halters she was selling. I knew I had lost the bet. Ann pointed at the woman and said, "Ten! Pete, do you admit defeat?" "Yes, dear." Off came the over shirt and the long sleeved t-shirt. Ann was standing in the booth nude from the waist up. She picked a green and white halter and tried it on. I looked really good on her, but perhaps a little small. She took it off and handed it to the sales woman. She tried on two others, each showed ever contour of her breasts. On one the pattern was such that over her nipples and areola the cloth was white. Nothing was hidden from view. That one she wore for the rest of the day. Janet looked through the shop with interest but shy about touching any of the halters. Ann handed one to her and said she should at least try it on. Janet gave in and took off her blouse so she could put the halter on. We had known Janet and Larry for about two years. I had never even seen her nipple bumps and now this beautiful woman was half nude in front of me. Larry and I watched and I was glad no one stepped on my jaw. Janet's breasts were full and the nipples perched high enough on the breast that anytime she went without a bra they would act like headlights, pointing the way. Her areolas were about an inch and a half across and faded from a dark pink near the nipple to disappearing as they blended into the breast. Her nipples were almost round with a dimple out front. My brain took all that in in a few seconds. I knew my cock would never forget the sight. Ann helped her on with the halter and Janet looked great in it. The pattern in the cloth was a dark blue background with multicolored fish. Janet looked in a mirror and then back at Larry. Larry had his wallet out and gave her fifty dollars. The sign in the shop said, "Any halter $10." The each picked five. They bagged their other clothes and wore the halters the rest of the day. Both made comments about how much more comfortable they were. I saw the hundreds of guys checking them out. I kind of liked that those guys liked what they saw and that Ann and Janet were with us. When we got back to Larry's car it was about an hour before sunset. Larry drives a Mustang convertible. A red Mustang convertible. He got in and put the top down to make it easier for Ann and me to get in the small back seat. I put the purchases in the trunk and we all got in the car. Ann moved in to sit behind Larry and just before she sat down she took off the halter. "I want to feel the wind on my tits. Do you mind?" Larry was five inches from her tits. "No, I don't mind at all." Janet untied the halter but kept it on. We pulled out of the parking lot and in two minutes we were on the freeway. Janet took off the halter and yelled, "God this feels so good!" Larry reached over and felt Janet's tit, pinching the nipple a little. "Larry! You're making me all wet!" "Good! You're making me as hard as stone!" Ann lifted my hand to her tit and I did my best to get her off through breast and nipple play. She loudly said, "Take you time Larry. I want to cum while we drive around." She wiggled and worked and eventually got her Levis down past her knees. She shoved my hand into her pussy and I found it sopping wet. Janet turned around as best she could in her seat so she could watch. My fingers found her clit and I worked her lube all over and around it. She thrashed around and was more vocal than I had ever heard her. "I'm cumming! Oh God, this is the best!" When she came she screamed and the guys in the SUV next to us heard her. They looked over and just about ran off the road seeing two topless women in the Mustang! As Ann screamed I pinched the nearest nipple and her scream got louder. The wind carried most of the noise away but it was so exciting watching her scream with her hair blowing and the cars going by. Larry got off the freeway and used the city streets to get us home. Janet talked about how she had never seen anything like Ann, how wild and sexy Ann was, how she couldn't wait to get Larry home. Larry parked in front of our house. I climbed out and got our packages out of the trunk. When I closed the trunk Ann was standing in the back seat nude. She was bent over using her Levis to mop up the mess she had made on the seat. Her ass and exposed pussy were pointed out towards the street. She stood back up and stepped out of the car. Larry and Janet said good-bye and watched us walk to our front door. Ann carried her shoes and pants and halter. When I opened the door Ann bent over and gave Larry a show. He honked and they drove off. We never made it out of the living room. I didn't even close the front door. The screen door closed automatically but we were still visible from the sidewalk. Ann dropped onto her back and I dropped my pants and slammed into her waiting cunt. We fucked like animals and bruised each other slamming together so hard. When I filled her cunt with my juices she screamed that it felt so good! We lay on the hardwood entry for quite a while. I didn't care who heard us. I didn't care who saw us. I held Ann's tit and closed my eyes, for a moment. A knocking at the screen door got me to open my eyes. Mike was standing at the door! "Mike!" I yelled. Ann jumped and ran for the bedroom. I jumped and pulled my Levis up. We had forgotten that we were having dinner with Mike and Betsy at six. I let him in and graciously he didn't say anything about seeing us lying on the floor. Betsy had stayed in the car and Mike said he would wait in the car with her. In five or six minutes we were redressed and off to dinner with Mike and Betsy. Ann wore a bra and a modest pantsuit. Over the next few weeks Ann got wilder and wilder. I never knew what she might do when we were out in public. She started swinging her legs out of a booth in a restaurant so she could open her legs and show anyone that she wasn't wearing panties. She shaved all her pubic hair off. She went to an adult store and got a battery operated vibrator with a remote control. She gave me the remote as we were entering a restaurant and said I should push the button during dinner. She didn't tell me that pushing the button would cause the vibrator in her pussy to vibrate. After we ordered we were talking and I felt the control in my pocket. I pressed the button and held it a few seconds. Ann jumped and then smiled at me. "That felt really good. Do it again." I did. I held the button for a few seconds and saw her reaction. Her hands gripped the edge of the table. "What am I doing to you?" "I have a vibrator in my pussy and you can give me an orgasm any time you want. You can also send me a message. One buzz for yes and two buzzes for no." She laughed. I didn't touch the button for a while and after we ate our salad Ann said she needed to go pee. I watched her get across the dining room and I touched the button. Ann stopped in mid stride and turned toward me. She smiled. I waited until I saw her go into the ladies room. I counted to fifteen and then I turned it on. I held it on for two minutes and released the button. A minute or so later Ann came out of the ladies room. She was a little unsteady walking back to our table. After she sat down she said, "Did you hear me scream?" "No. Did you scream?" "I don't know how long you held the button but I came and it still kept going. I came three times. I thought I might pass out! God, Pete! That was great but please, not so long next time. OK?" "OK." Dinner came and we ate. Ann finished her glass of wine and the waiter stopped by to ask if she wanted more. I hit the button once and held it for five seconds. Ann sat up straight and said, "Yes. I would love another glass. Thank you." The waiter walked away. "I almost never have two glasses with dinner." "You don't need to drink it. I was just testing our little toy. I think I could get to like this thing." "For ordering wine?" "Say we're going to a party. One buzz and I want you to find me. Two and I'll meet you in the kitchen." "Three and I'll meet you in the master bedroom!" "Yes! Like that." "You know I had to wear panties tonight. I wasn't sure I could hold it in with just my pussy muscles. When I was in the bathroom I had to use my hands to keep it in after I came." Our sex lives were unpredictable and exciting for weeks. Ann dropped in for lunch at least once a week and usually sucked me off under my desk while she was there. During one of those lunches my boss, Alan McGinnis, stopped in and chatted with me about a client. Under my desk Ann was deep throating me ever so slowly. He walked out of my office and I came hard. Ann swallowed and giggled. She laughed for two days about almost getting caught by Alan. Her antics bothered me more and more. They were mostly fun but I started worrying about just how far out there she might be willing to go. Would she let someone else touch her? Would she blow someone else? When we were around Mike and Betsy she dressed the way Betsy dressed. When she could get us out with Larry and Janet she was up for almost anything. She never touched Larry but didn't mind at all being seen doing sexual stuff with me. We went out in our car once and she sucked me as a way of getting us to go to the restaurant she wanted to go to. Larry told me often what a hot woman I had. I started worrying maybe she was too hot. After a hot weekend I was feeling a bit on edge and I said to Ann that all this fun was OK but it had limits. She wanted to know what the limits were. "All the fun is between us. Others can watch but all the touching is between you and me." "You mean if I want to pat Larry on the ass I can't?" "Patting him on the ass I guess is OK. I just don't want things going too far." "How about if I pat Janice on the ass?" "If we're in church, no. At our house and it's OK with Janice and Larry, OK." "You want life to be too complicated. How about this rule: You and I only fuck each other. Isn't that what you're worried about?" "If that is the rule then you could go into Alan McGinnis' office and suck him off. That's too far for me." "OK. How about no fucking anyone except each other and anything else involving genitals has to have both of us agree." "OK. I think I can live with that. Can you?" "Sure. I haven't touched anyone's genitals except yours and mine in years. I get lots of the touch I like from and with you. I don't see having this rule will make my life miserable. Shall we shake on our new agreement?" "OK." I put out my hand. Ann lifted her shirt and placed a bare tit in my hand. I shook it. We laughed. The discussion was over, I thought. Two weeks later I came home from work thinking we could have dinner together after an hour at the gym and then get some extra exercise in the bedroom. There was only one thing wrong with my plan. Ann wasn't home. There was a note telling me she had gone shopping and would be home about seven. I went to the gym and came home. I showered and shaved and thought we could get some food after she got home. Seven came and went. Seven thirty came and went. At a quarter to nine I heard her car in the driveway. She came in carrying a bag and her purse. "Are you OK?" I asked. "Sure. I left you a note that I was going shopping." "The note said you'd be home by seven. It's now a quarter to nine." "Oh. I'm sorry. I lost track of time." "Did you eat?" "I had a salad a couple hours ago." "I had hoped we could go get something together." "I don't want to go out again. You can go, or I can make you a hamburger. Which would you like?" "Pussy." "You go get a hamburger or something at a fast food place. I'll shower and be ready for you when you get back. How's that?" "I won't be gone long." I wasn't. When I came back Ann was laying on her back in the living room. She had freshly showered, shaved and lotioned herself. The remote controlled vibrator was in her pussy and as I walked past her headed for the shower she handed me the control. I turned it on and let it run for a few seconds. I undressed and left my clothes in the hamper. I hit the button. When I got to the shower I shut it off. "How you doing, Babe?" "I feel wet. Hurry." I showered quickly, shaving while I was in the shower. As I toweled off I turned it on again. After ten or fifteen seconds I shut it off. I walked into the living room and Ann had both hands in her pussy. I hit the button. "Oh Pete, you are good!" Down on the floor I buried my face in her pussy. The taste was different. Wet and slippery like always but the taste was just a little different. My head found a reason, the vibrator. Perhaps whatever it was made of left a strange taste. It wasn't bad or nasty tasting, just different. By licking and sucking on her while I turned the vibe on and off I helped Ann reach a great screaming orgasm. I cleaned her up as best I could and watched as she gently pulled the vibe from her opening. No sooner was it out than I put my cock inside. My cock never has vibrated but what it does it does very well. I held Ann's legs high and stroked into her for my pleasure. I shifted her onto her side and as I pushed into her I slapped her on the ass. "Treat me rough, big man. I love how it feels!" I rolled her onto her belly and picked her ass up, reinserting myself in her dripping pussy. My thumb found its way to the pucker of her anus. I gathered some lube from her pussy and shoved my thumb into her anus. We had only done this three times before. Ann said she liked how it felt. I liked being able to feel my cock sliding inside Ann with my thumb. Who Can You Really Trust? Ann rolled onto her back and pulled her legs to her chest. Her pussy and ass were exposed. "Not my ass. Fuck my pussy, stud! Fuck me hard." I did just that. We slid along the hardwood floor as we coupled. Ann held her legs and I pounded between them. Just as I stiffened to cum Ann grabbed my balls. I exploded! It hurt! My balls hurt every time I came since the vasectomy. Having her grab them at the moment of truth made it hurt so bad I was soft in seconds. I came out of her and lay on the floor holding my balls. "Ann, that really hurt. Oh man it was almost like you kicked me in the balls." She looked at me and patted my shoulder. As she got up she said, "Then I'd better not do that again, huh?" She walked to the bathroom and started the shower. By the time I got up she had shut off the water and gotten out. I turned the water back on and got in. When I got out and dried off she was in bed and looked asleep. I knew she wasn't. When she sleeps her right hand twitches ever so slightly. She didn't know that. I did. I got in bed, shut off the light and I went to sleep. In the morning the alarm got us up and going. We spoke about what we would do that evening. Ann asked if I would pick up something for dinner and maybe we could watch some TV. I agreed. When I got home there was a message on our answering machine, "Honey, some of the girls want to go shopping for a while after work. Don't expect me until about nine, OK? Bye." I called a place that delivers and ordered a rack of baby back ribs. I turned on a football game and enjoyed my evening. At a quarter past nine Ann came in. The white silk blouse she had worn to work was gone. In its place she wore a black long sleeved sweater. Her story was that the blouse wasn't warm enough so she bought a sweater. It was sixty-eight outside. Her story didn't seem right. I began being suspicious. Three nights in a week she went somewhere with "the girls from work." I wondered. She usually had tales to tell after shopping. No tales from these trips and only one black sweater for all that shopping. Where was she going, and with who? The next night Ann was home with me. We ate delivered Chinese food and watched a movie on cable. At bed time she was tired but willing to suck me off, if I wanted. I wanted. She got into it and ended up wanting me inside her pussy. I made sure she came twice before we went to sleep. Our calendar showed us going to a party at Janet and Larry's on Friday night and a quiet dinner with Mike and Betsy on Saturday. We hadn't been spending much time with Mike and Betsy in the last couple of months so I was looking forward to catching up with them. The party at Larry's turned into a fight. Not between Ann and I but between two men at the party over Ann. She had danced with both of them and they both had the idea that she was their date for the rest of the night. When one went to get her a drink and the other showed up with a drink for her, the words flew and Larry ended up pulling them apart. Ann said she hated the whole incident but I got the feeling she actually loved the attention. The night at Mike and Betsy's was strange. We arrived at seven thirty and by eight Mike was gone. A congregant called and Mike went to counsel with the family. We stayed and spent time with Betsy. Rather than her cooking I offered for us to go out. Betsy wanted to stay home in case Mike got back soon. I called and ordered some food delivered. Both Betsy and Ann had a couple glasses of wine. Betsy shared with me, while Ann was in the bathroom, that Mike had been out till after nine three nights in the last week. At just past nine Mike got home. Betsy was all over him with affection. If we hadn't been there she may have ripped his clothes off. I wanted to leave so they could enjoy their time together but Ann wanted to stay. We stayed until Betsy had finished off another glass of wine and looked sleepy. On our drive home I asked Ann if she thought there were some problems between Mike and Betsy. She said no. Sunday we spent doing all the jobs we had been putting off. Laundry, buying groceries and supplies for the house, getting both cars washed and gassed up for the week, and fooling around in the process. I don't mind all the other stuff as long as the fooling around is included. For the past two months or more Ann did the house dressed in a thong and maybe a cutoff t-shirt. I got fondled, kissed, touched and stroked for a few seconds every little while. I had free access to all of Ann all day long. On this Sunday Ann dressed in cut off jeans and a t-shirt. Knee length jeans and an extra large t-shirt. She even wore a bra. The first time I groped her she said, "I'm not in the mood. When I am I'll let you know." She wasn't in the mood at all that day or that evening. At nine that evening she got up off the couch and went to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush. She didn't come back. At nine thirty I found her in bed, acting like she was asleep. I was getting pissed and worried at the same time. On Monday I called her at work and told her I needed to drive to riverside for business and I wouldn't be home until probably ten. She didn't even ask about the business, just said, "OK, see you late tonight." After she hung up I realized that she had ended the call without saying "I love you." That was a first. Ann got off work at five. I was parked where I could see her leave. She didn't leave until five-thirty. Hers was the only car in the lot. 'So much for shopping with the girls. They're all gone.' I followed her at a distance and she drove into the valley and parked in a parking structure next to a Holiday Inn. I called Mike's home and Betsy answered. I asked for Mike. "He called a little while ago. He will be with a family until pretty late. Do you want him to call you?" I said no, I had just wanted to chat if he was there. We hung up. I entered the parking structure and found Mike's car parked three spaces from Ann's. I parked one level up from them. Inside the Holiday Inn I went to the bar and before I entered I saw Mike through the window. I positioned myself so I could watch him. He had a beer and when he finished it Ann walked up to him, kissed him and took his hand. I followed. They walked to a room on the first floor, number 126. I went back to the bar and had a beer. I did some thinking. In my car I drove to a Wal-Mart and bought some supplies. I bought a pair of gloves and wore them as I picked up the other items. At the check out I added the gloves to the pile and paid with cash. I carried the paper bag full of stuff back to the Holiday Inn. As I got out of my car I retrieved my gun, digital recorder, and my digital camera from under the seat. I got four rounds from the trunk and loaded the clip. At the door to number 126 I covered the peep hole with a small piece of tape. I was already wearing the gloves. I turned on the recorder, put it in my pocket, held the gun in my hand and knocked. "Who is it?" Mike asked. "Delivery from the front desk, Sir." I disguised my voice. I heard the chain inside the door slide and the door opened. Mike took one look, saw me and started to close the door. I stuck the gun in his face. He backed up. I stepped inside and closed the door. Ann was sitting on the bed holding the sheets against her chest. Mike said, "I can explain." I looked at him and said, "Try." Ann said, "I love Mike." "I didn't mean for it to happen but we fell in love. We lied to ourselves for months. We wanted to be good spouses to you and Betsy. One day we were together and things just got out of hand and we kissed." "It was the excitement of doing something we knew we shouldn't be doing." "We lost all our good sense and we ended up having sex in my office. We met two days later intending to stop it but we had sex again that day. We hated cheating on you but we can't stop." I knew all of the confession was on tape. "Good. Thanks for telling me. Now, here's how things are going to go. Mike, why are you only wearing your pants?" "We were having sex when you knocked on the door." "Take off your clothes. Ann toss the sheet on the floor. Any screaming or attempts to disobey me will result in both of you dead in this hotel room and no evidence to link me to the crime. You can both trust me to mean exactly what I tell you. Do you believe me?" "Yes." they both said. Mike had undressed. There were lipstick smears on his cock. "Put your cock in her mouth." He stood by the bed and Ann moved over and took his cock in her mouth. I shot two pictures of them. Anyone who knew them would know it was them. I tossed the bag on the bed. "Inside the bag you will find some straps. They are intended for strapping things inside the bed of a pickup truck. Take them out of the wrapping and unroll them." "What are you going to do to us?" Ann asked. "Nothing. What you are going to do you are going to do to each other. Ann, take the clothesline out of the bag. Use the knife in the bag to cut four ten foot pieces of clothesline." When she had done the cutting I had her put the knife on the table near me. "Tie one piece to the leg of the bed up near the head. Tie it very tight. Go to the opposite corner of the bed and tie another piece there." "Mike I want you to test the job she did. Do your best to pull the rope loose." He did try. She had done a good job. "Now, Ann honey, go in the bathroom and bring back two glasses of water." As she went into the bathroom her hand started for the door. "Don't. Just get the water." She did. I had them both drink and had Ann get two more glasses. They drank those too. I had Ann get two more glasses, for later. "Mike, I want you to lie across the bed. One foot up near the head and your head in that corner." I had Ann tie his foot and both hands with the ropes she had already tied to the bed. She left him about two inches slack. She tied the ropes as I instructed so they held him but wouldn't cause serious damage for a long time. I had Ann pass the straps beneath Mike; one under his ass, one under his chest and one under his neck. I had Ann drink both glasses of water. She protested a little, but was persuaded when she saw I wasn't buying it. I told her to crawl up on top of Mike. She started to comply with her face at his face. I stopped her and told her to put her face over his cock. She slowly did what I asked. I put the gun in my pocket and passed the strap around both of them near Ann's waist. I cinched it tight enough to hold them snugly. I untied Mike's hands and asked him to hug Ann. He did and as I knew he would he over lapped his arms behind her. I wrapped a strap around his arms and cinched it tight enough he could not get his hands loose or release Ann. Ann looked a little panicky. I took one of the straps that was beneath Mike and strapped it around both of them pinning her breasts to his belly and her arms to her sides. I took the rope that had initially held Mike's hands and passed in under his head, around his neck and tied it. He could breathe OK but moving more than half an inch was impossible. The strap behind Mike's neck was my next move. I bent Ann's legs so her open cunt was just above Mike's face. I threaded the strap between her upper and lower legs and then over the top of her ass. One strap pinned her legs in position and forced his face and her cunt together. I watched and verified that he could breathe. She could not help in any effort to get loose. "What are you doing?" Ann asked. "You want to be lovers. I'm helping. Open your mouth and take all of his cock in your mouth." "No." "Your lipstick is already on his cock. It's been in your mouth before. Here I'll help." I helped shove his limp cock in her mouth. I bound the strap around them so her head was right against his crotch. She could breathe through her nose but she had no room to get his cock out of her mouth. "It is now eight ten. We are going to play a game. If you can both cum before eight thirty I will let you go. You can drive home to Betsy and I will not tell her about your affair. If you fail to cum by eight thirty I will go and get Betsy and bring her here to see you." They didn't move for at least a minute. Then I saw Mike begin eating Ann. Her juices started to flow, making it more difficult for Mike to eat her. As he ate her his cock began to swell. Ann began to suck. The bigger he got the harder it was for Ann to breathe. Ann moaned. The breath sounds were loud. I turned on the TV. I went through the channels until I found the music channels and found the sounds of a brook. Perfect. It was eight fifteen and my captives were sweating and moaning. One of them had the urge to pee. That one realized that I had them drink glasses of water just so this would happen. Ann released just a little pee into Mike's mouth. He realized what it was and tried to spit it out. His cock went limp. He stopped eating her. She relaxed and peed in Mike's face. A long hot stream flooded his mouth and face. Lots of it soaked his face, neck and the bed beneath him. Ann sucked as hard as she could to get him hard again. He relaxed and peed in her mouth. She gagged and choked. The pee ran out of her mouth and soaked the bed and his crotch. I waited until eight thirty. I called Betsy and asked her if she could be dressed and ready to go in half an hour. I told her that Mike had asked me to bring her to where he was so she could help him. She said she would be ready when I got there. I got up, gathered and took their clothes with me, shut off the light, and left. It took me an hour to get Betsy. I told her I wouldn't answer any of her questions until we were on our way to Mike. She could tell I was really angry. Once we were ready to get on the freeway I handed her the recorder and the digital camera. She looked at the camera first. When she saw Mike with his cock in Ann's mouth she screamed, "NO!" When she asked how and when I got the picture I told her to listen to the recording. She did. I pulled onto the freeway and headed into the valley. We pulled into the Holiday Inn parking and walked to room 126. I opened it with the key I had taken from their room and I guided her into the room. I turned on the light. They were still right there where I had left them. Betsy freaked. She screamed and ran to Mike hitting him and calling him a bastard. She eventually calmed down and asked why they were tied together. "They were fucking us as they fucked each other. I figured we would help them reach new levels of intimacy. They have now peed in each other's mouths and have failed to get each other to cum on command." "Not enough!" "You want them humiliated more?" "Yes!" Betsy looked around and said, "If we sit here no one outside can see us. With the drapes open they could see Mike and Ann on the bed. I'd like people to see just what cheating spouses look like." I gave Betsy the gun and I untied and unstrapped our two cheating spouses. When there was only one strap left I took the gun from Betsy and let her unstrap the last strap. All the ropes and straps were bagged and the bag was put by the door. Mike and Ann sat on the bed. I sat and watched as Betsy took a piece of paper and a pen from her purse. It was a marker and she wrote, "These two are married, but not to each other. While you watch them fuck they are cheating on their spouses. He is a minister." Then she stuck the paper up on the window. She took out her lipstick and went to Ann. On Ann's back she wrote, "I am a slut!" On Mike she wrote, "I cheat on my wife and God." She walked to the window and opened the drapes. Anyone walking by would easily see the two on the bed. "Stand up." I said. "Move closer to the window." Betsy said. They did as we instructed. When they were three feet from the window a couple walking by saw them. Mike turned his face. "Look at them and wave." He hesitated. "If you don't do what I tell you to do I'm going to boot both of you outside." Mike waved and the couple came closer. They were in their twenties. They read the sign and looked up at Mike and Ann. "Show them your backs." They turned and the couple outside laughed. "Turn back around and Ann, drop to your knees and suck Mike's cock." They did as we told them to do. In spite of himself Mike got hard. Ann seemed to forget about being watched. She was sucking Mike with enthusiasm. "Ann, look at the people and smile." I said. She did and was embarrassed. Mike was hard. Betsy spoke up. "Stroke yourself, Mike. Now shove your cock in her mouth!" Mike stroked in and out of Ann's mouth. After ten strokes I said, "Pull back out." "Ann, bend over so people can watch Mike fuck you." Ann bent at the waist and Mike slowly put his prick in her from behind. The couple at the window called to another couple walking near by. "Come here! There are two people cheating on their spouses. They're fucking right here!" The other couple came over. They looked in and then read the sign. "That's disgusting." A woman said. "Why are they letting us watch?" "Tell them Mike." Mike looked at the people outside and said, "We got caught." "Louder Mike." He yelled, "We got caught!" Betsy stood up and walked to the window. "I'm Mike's wife. I want him humiliated and you are helping. Get as many people as you can to come and see these two cheaters. Ask them to do anything. They will do it." She came back and sat down. "Turn sideways so they can see your dick going in my wife." They turned. A man's voice said, "Lick her ass!" Mike looked at me. I nodded. He pulled out of Ann and dropped to his knees and began licking her. "Not her ass cheeks, her asshole!" Mike opened her cheeks with his hands and licked her asshole. After a few licks he stopped. A woman's voice commanded, "Bitch, lick his balls!" Ann slowly turned and licked Mike's balls. "Lie on the bed and fuck." A man's voice. Ann lay on her back and Mike entered her. They were going through the motions. "Come on, asshole. Fuck her! It's what you wanted to do when she was with her husband. Do her!" Mike leaned over Ann and pounded into her. As he started getting into it we all heard one of the men at the window call out. "Hey, come over here! You have to see this!" The people at the window explained to the newcomers what they were watching. The new people told Mike and Ann what to do. The new woman had Ann shove her fingers up Mike's ass; first one finger, then two and then three. She asked Mike how it felt to be fucked with an audience. Mike went limp. The three women at the window verbally abused him for not being a man, having such a tiny cock, and being a baby. The watchers walked away, laughing. I waited a minute and softly said, "Suck him hard again, Ann. Suck him all the way to orgasm." She took Mike in her mouth and began working on his limp cock. She was having no success and began to cry. Betsy got up, removed the sign from the window, and closed the drapes. She sat next to me. "What else can we do to them?" I thought about it for a few minutes. Mike asked if he could use the bathroom. I asked why. He said he needed to pee. I took Ann into the bathroom and had her kneel in the tub. I had Mike pee on her. He cried as he did. She cried too. I turned on the water and rinsed her off. We went back into the bedroom. I strapped Mike in a chair. He couldn't move his hands or legs. I faced the chair so Mike could see the bed and the floor in front of the bed. I looked out the window and saw three college aged guys in the parking lot walking towards the restaurant/bar. I told Ann to come to me. I opened the door and called to the guys. "I've got a slut here who wants someone to fuck her. Want her?" Who Can You Really Trust? The three looked at Ann and then each other. They came over. "Are you serious?" "Ask her." "Do you really want us to fuck you?" Ann looked at me. I said, "Ann fucked my friend right here in this room. She was my wife when she came into this room. A woman who will fuck her minister and her husband's friend will fuck anyone. Right Ann?" "Yes, Pete. I'll fuck anyone." Her voice was hollow. "Then fuck these guys." They closed the door and undressed. The first guy was rock hard as he undressed. The next guy wasn't hard yet. "Ann, lie on the floor and open your legs. Open your mouth too. You can suck this guy while his buddy fucks you." She did as she was told. Mike watched as she was sucking and fucking and the three men changed places. I sat next to Betsy and softly said, "They have no clothes. They have two cars and no keys. They have no money. If you would like I can give you the keys to either Mike's car or Ann's. I think we can leave. Neither Mike nor Ann noticed us leave. Betsy took Mike's car and asked me to come back to their house. I followed her home. We went in and talked for hours about what we would do next. We would share a lawyer and divorce both of them. Betsy broke down and cried a few times, and raged a few times too. We both were angry, disappointed and devastated by what they had done. We laughed a few times about the humiliation they had gone through. Early Tuesday morning Betsy showered and dressed. She drove Mike's car to my office and rode back to my house with me. I showered, changed clothes and we went for breakfast. I called my lawyer and got an appointment with his partner who did divorces. By eleven that morning we had both filed. He cautioned us that we should not be seen entering or leaving a hotel, motel or home together. He got restraining orders against Mike and Ann prohibiting them from either house unless accompanied by an officer of the court. I drove Betsy back to Mike's car. We drove to the airport separately. We parked in different lots. Betsy flew to Las Vegas and I flew to San Francisco. She flew Southwest and I flew United. From those places we switched airlines and flew to Seattle. We met at the Seattle Hilton and registered as Mr. and Mrs. Potter. I asked for and got room 126. When she arrived at the hotel I was in the lobby. I walked her to our room and opened the door. She stepped inside and dropped her bag. "Pete, do you remember when you kissed me in my kitchen last summer?" "Yes." "I have thought about that kiss almost every day since then." "Me, too." "I want another." Our arms went around us. Our lips gently touched and the flame of passion was lit. We moved to Seattle when the divorces were final. We are still together. We go to church a couple times a month, to different churches. I had the vasectomy reversed. I just can't seem to trust a minister.