85 comments/ 116598 views/ 11 favorites Who Do You Believe? By: BlBones This is a story regarding trust between a married couple. If you're looking for a lot of hot sex, you will want to go elsewhere. There is sex in the story, but that's not what it's all about. Also, I am aware, from my first story, that there are a number of attorneys reading these stories. I was called on things that "legally" couldn't happen. Well I'm going to do it again. But let me remind you that the story is FICTION. I'll close by asking: How many of the courtroom shenanigans that Matlock and Perry Mason pulled would have gotten by in a "real" courtroom? * For the past few weeks, Vic Sailor had been aware that things were not 100% with Terry, his beautiful wife of three years. He had tried to talk to her about things but she just kept brushing it off telling him that it was nothing and things would be ok. Vic had been out of town Wednesday and Thursday. He was due to get home Friday, but things had gone so well that he got back Thursday afternoon, He went straight home and called Terry and let her know he was home and asked if she would like to go out for supper. She was surprised to hear him. She told him she was sorry but they had an emergency and that, thinking he wouldn't be home until tomorrow she had agreed to work late tonight. She probably wouldn't be home until after midnight. The company has a strict policy that no employee shall be on the premises between midnight and five-thirty a.m. "Honey, I'm sorry but there is no way to get someone else at this hour. I'll see you in the morning." He told her he would be waiting up for her. She flatly refused him when he suggested they could meet for dinner before she started her night session. He was stunned at the rejection and couldn't imagine what was so bad that she couldn't take time for dinner with him. But, oh well! When she came home a little after midnight he thought she looked a little strange, but nothing special. She said, "If it hadn't been for company policy, I would probably still be at work." She exclaimed that she was very tired, got a shower, and went right to bed giving Vic a perfunctory kiss and then rolling over to sleep. Vic was disappointed, he wanted to make love to his sweetheart and let her know how much he had missed her. In the morning he felt it was a little strange that she didn't rush right out of the house to get back to the office early and get the remaining work done. In fact, she complained that she was tired from last night and went in a little late. Vic had to take himself to work. (Terry and Vic work for the same firm, but are in different divisions.) That night, having helped Terry clean up after dinner, Vic had started watching their college football team play one of their big rivals. She had been more quiet and withdrawn than usual as they ate and he had not been able to draw her out. He was a little concerned when she headed for the bedroom instead of joining him for the game (she was a football fan too). But, he knew that her period was due and maybe that had her off her stride. About fifteen minutes later she came in and when he looked up at her, it appeared that she had been crying. She was holding a manila envelope that she tossed in his lap as she stopped in front of him. He looked at the envelope and then back at her and asked, "Honey, what's wrong? What's this? What's going on?" She looked at him a moment and then in a very irritated voice said, "You, know damned well what's been going on. Open the damned envelope and enjoy your present." Dumbfounded he opened the envelope and withdrew six large photos. On seeing the content, his mouth fell open, speechless, and tears started to well in his eyes. When he finally found his voice, through a flood of tears he said, "Terry, what in the hell is going on? What's the meaning of this?" He just wanted to throw up. What he was looking at was photos of his wife, in various positions, having sex with one of his coworkers. As she headed back to the bedroom, through a flood of tears she screamed, "That's what you get for cheating on ME you bastard." Vic was speechless. The emotions of hurt, rage, murder, suicide, revenge, love, hate being victimized, and others were fighting for ascendancy over one another. After a few minutes he was left with only a terrible hurt prevailing as he was trying to figure out what had happened. One thing he knew for damned sure was that he had never, ever, cheated on his wife. So what was behind this? Thankfully tomorrow was Saturday and they could talk then. He knew that there was no way they could hold a rational discussion tonight. He was too upset to be able to form coherent thoughts, let alone speak them. He couldn't bear to watch the game; that was something they usually shared. Turning off the TV he went to the spare bedroom where he couldn't even start to sleep. By midnight he had cooled down some. He still hurt like hell but he still loved his beautiful wife. As the hours passed to dawn, he was trying to erase the photo images from his mind and began to try to find some rationale as to what had brought this on. It didn't take long for him to dismiss the idea that Terry was actually having an affair. She had accused him of having an affair and the pictures he had seen appeared to be a revenge fuck, meant to hurt, big time. And, it did. By dawn he rationalized that Lenny, the asshole who was fucking his wife, had somehow set her up. Lenny had been sniffing after her ass since the day he came to work and Terry had sent him packing on more than one occasion. In fact, Vic himself had cornered him at a party one time and threatened to put his ass in a sling if he didn't leave Terry alone. Accepting that there had been a set up didn't lessen the pain but it gave Vic something to work with. After sun-up he went to the kitchen and made some coffee while he continued to ponder the situation. Just as the coffee finished brewing, Terry came in, looking at the floor. She looked like death warmed over and it was obvious that she had not had a good night either. Before he could say a word she lifted her head, looked at him, turned on the tears, and exclaimed, "Oh Vic, how could you? Don't you love me any more?" He got up and went to her and tried to take her in his arms. She just stepped away telling him she didn't want him to touch her right now; that she wasn't sure she that she wanted him to ever touch her again, and again asked, "How could you?" Vic stepped back and told her that he didn't know why she thought he was cheating and asked her to explain what made her think he was. In a loving but commanding voice he said, "Terry, you must believe me. I have never cheated on you. Please tell me where you got the idea I was being unfaithful." Her response told him not to make things any worse than they already were by lying, that she knew better. He reaffirmed that he hadn't cheated and he deserved to know how he had been condemned for something he hadn't done. He concluded by asking, "Terry, am I not entitled to a fair trial? Am I going to have to suffer more shit for something that hasn't happened?" She was demanding that he tell her why he was having an affair and let him know that, the matter was not open for discussion if he was going to continue to lie. Now Vic is normally very easy going, but her reply and her seeming unwillingness to talk to him pushed him past the limit. He took a moment to consider what she just said and then determined that if there was any chance for setting things straight and saving the marriage, he was going to have to take a hard line. Whatever she was working with had been solidly entrenched and it was going to take dynamite to dislodge it. With that, he exploded, "Terry, I don't know what has happened but you can bet your unfaithful ass that whether we stay together or not, I'm going to find out what's going on. Further more, if you are going to brand me as unfaithful and as a liar without even talking about it, we have nothing to keep this marriage alive. If you want a divorce, say so right now and let's kill this monster that you have brought into this house and this marriage. Finally, I'm giving you one weeks notice, starting right now, that if you haven't found the time and occasion for us to sit down and rationally discuss this situation, I will file for divorce. I will end by telling you that I love you but I can't live with someone who doesn't love me, doesn't trust me any more, and won't even give me a chance to defend myself." With that he turned for the bedroom. Terry was stunned. In all the time they had known each other, Vic had never spoken to her like this and he never ever, used any words that belittled her. For a moment she considered that maybe there had been a huge mistake. He sounded very forceful, not like she thought he would sound if he were lying. It was panicking her to think that she had erroneously sought revenge. But no, the evidence was there. As he headed for the bedroom she fearfully asked, "Vic, where are you going?" He told her he was gathering things he would need for the next week and was going to find a motel. He jolted her by telling her he was not in the mood to sleep with a slut right now and he certainly didn't want to sit around wondering if she would ever talk to him again. Suddenly the total severity of the situation crashed down on her and she began to cry. Right now she didn't know what she thought. Only one thing she did know for sure was that she loved him and she really didn't want to be without him. But, how could he have done this horrible thing? She ran to him, grabbed him and asked him to come, sit, and talk. Vic wanted to melt as he stopped and pushed her hand from his arm. But he knew this situation was going to require him to be hard-nosed for now and he knew she was not ready to talk seriously. He looked her in the face and said, "Honey, you know what you have done has hurt me beyond description. I don't know what I did to deserve it but I certainly haven't cheated as you have accused me of. With what has happened in the last half hour, I can see that you are in no condition to talk about our situation so I'm going to a motel where I can be quiet and think. I don't think you want to go to bed with me and after what I have seen I absolutely don't want to be that close to you. I'll call you and let you know where I am." Terry dropped to the couch and didn't even try to stop the flow of tears. Vic left saying he would call once he found a room. She was left with nothing to do except feel the hurt and go back over the past month remembering what had happened. * * * * * It was actually only three weeks ago yesterday that Mel (Melvin Frost), Vic's boss, had stopped at her desk and asked her to drop by his office when she had a moment. Mel was an enigma to her. She knew Vic respected him professionally but also knew Vic didn't like him as a person. In fact she remembered him quipping to some friends one time that, "He knew that Mel didn't have hemorrhoids because a perfect asshole doesn't have hemorrhoids." Everyone had broken up laughing. Through family and recreational functions the company holds, they each are, at least, acquainted with the others coworkers. Of course, she knew Mel reasonably well. When she went to his office, he invited her to sit and asked if she would like a soft drink. She politely declined. After Mel went on for a few minutes about how he treasured Vic and what an outstanding team member he was, he suddenly stopped. Then lowering his voice told her that even though he thought a lot of Vic and his work, he had recently been made aware of a problem and that it involved Vic. He didn't want to speak out of turn but there were rumors that Vic was involved with a female member of the staff and since he couldn't permit that under company policy, he was investigating. He went on to tell her he had called her in since he felt she was entitled to know what was happening. She was shocked and hurt. She loved Vic and didn't want to believe he could do that to her. She asked him what he had to go on. He produced a couple of photos. Neither one was anything really unusual. In one, Vic had his arm around his secretary's shoulder at the coffee machine. The other was a little more questionable as it looked as though she was about to sit on his lap or was just getting off. It didn't make any difference which way she was moving; her skirt was raised well above her knees. She then asked if he was going to fire Vic to which he responded, 'yes,' if the suspicions were true. Before she left, he told her that it was up to her but, there wasn't much to go on right now. And, if she wanted to verify what the evidence was pointing to, she should not say anything to Vic until more proof was obtained. The female in question was Helen Williams, the group secretary. Vic was not up the ladder far enough to have his own secretary. He shared a secretary with two peers. Terry knew, rather knew of, Helen and was aware that she was a knock out beauty. Helen was probably eight or nine years older than Vic and she was married with two teenage children. Terry had never been jealous of her before, but now she was beginning to feel the barbs of jealousy starting to needle her. She told Mel that she would say nothing until the proof was there. She hoped and she prayed that the rumors would be unfounded. Leaving his office she went to the ladies room where she broke down and cried. She loved Vic and she had thought he loved her too. How could he be doing this? That is how it began. Following that day, Mel informed her of subsequent apparent improprieties on several occasions. Each time he would tell her what had happened and show her photos or let her hear recorded phone conversations that seemed to support the inappropriate behavior. Terry's jealousy was growing with each report and she was finding herself uncomfortable with Vic at home. She had started to avoid him and reject his amorous advances. They had not made love in over a month now. This scenario continued until this past Thursday. Shortly after getting to work, Mel called and asked her to come. Terry knew why she was being called and was dreading the call. In Mel's office it didn't take long for him to remind her that Vic had been out of town and that though she may not have been aware of it, Vic had asked that Helen come to take notes and process the flood of paperwork they were going to have to handle. The fact that Helen had gone on the trip and that Vic had said nothing about it to her sent Terry into an internal rage. Her rage was further kindled as Mel produced a photo of the two of them going into a hotel room. Then he handed her a picture with Vic apparently leaving the room and Helen was standing in the door wearing a short robe and lingerie. Mel was quick to explain that he was sorry that they couldn't get conclusive pictures from inside the room but that these were pretty self-explanatory. Terry lost it at that point and started calling Vic names and talking about how she was going to cut his balls off when he got home. Mel went to her and comforted her. After she had cooled a little, he asked her if she really meant what she had just said and whether she really loved him. She thought for a moment and then collapsed crying and affirming that she really did love him. She was so hurt. She never dreamed Vic was capable of this. Now she just didn't know what she should or could do. Mel commiserated with her for a while longer and then sat in a chair beside her and said to her, "Terry I don't know what or how to advise you. I'm not a counselor. However, I can tell you of one solution that I have personally seen work. It worked when my father cheated on my mother." Terry wiped her face with a paper napkin, looked at Mel and asked, "What happened? Mel said, "She made dad hurt as much as he had hurt her. She got revenge by sleeping with another man and making sure that Dad knew it. I can tell you for sure, he never wandered again." Terry contemplated what she had just heard and replied that she would have to think about anything like that. She wasn't sure that was a good solution. Mel told her, that was up to her. He was only sharing what he had seen. He hastened to add that whatever she did, she shouldn't let it go too long, that other things could come into play. She wanted to know what other things he was talking about. Mel told her he could not let this go on lest the firm get caught in a law suit. This kind of conduct between employees, especially on company time and premises, was grounds for immediate dismissal. She thought about it some more and finally said to him, "Maybe having revenge and hurting him would work. But, I don't want to take a chance with a stranger or any of my friends; I don't know anyone I would be comfortable with." Mel sat pensively for a few moments. Finally he spoke up and said, "I really shouldn't be saying this 'cause I could get my butt fired if anyone found out. Do you really think you would like a revenge sex session?" The words startled her and she finally said tentatively, "I don't know. Maybe; But how would I be sure that Vic found out and believed it." Mel said, "Well you can arrange it so he catches you in the act at home or some pre arranged place, or you could have a camera set up to record the event." Terry replied that she didn't think she could do it with him actually seeing it. Mel's reply was that it would be a lot more effective in person than in pictures, but that pictures do a good job. Terry sat silently pondering the possible scenarios and effects for several minutes while Mel just sat waiting for her to reply. Finally Terry spoke up and said that maybe a revenge fuck would work. She felt that maybe it would hurt Vic enough that he wouldn't stray again. Then she continued, "But I don't have any idea who I would want to get to do it with me." Mel smiled and said, "This is where, as I said before, that I could lose my job if anything goes wrong. But, do you want to hear?" She replied in the affirmative. He then said, "Ok, this stays in my office. There are members of your husbands department who would love to get inside your pants. I know one in particular and I know him well. I know his feelings from locker room discussions. Does that sound interesting?" She was bothered by this sudden change of events. But she also wanted to get things straightened out quickly and she replied, "But he works with my husband. That would create real problems on the job." Mel told her kindly that if all this is confirmed, as he was certain it would be, the person in question would probably take over Vic's job since Vic would no longer be with the firm. Under this circumstance Vic will not be allowed to stay with the firm any longer. Terry started to cry again. She was now in double jeopardy, her husband was unfaithful and he was losing his job. Then she stopped crying momentarily and asked, "What about my job?" Mel told her she had not violated company policy. Whether she stayed after Vic was dismissed was up to her, Then she asked, "But what if I do this revenge fuck thing with the person you mentioned, wouldn't that be the same as what Vic is doing?" Again, Mel smiled at her and replied, "That's where my job comes under real jeopardy. As long as it is all done quietly with no one else involved, we can just pretend it never happened. I think a lot of Vic and if this would help prevent him from making the same mistake on his next job, I'm willing to take the chance." Then she asked, "Why do you think this person would really be willing to participate?" Mel said, "Just a minute." He went to his desk and popped a cassette into his recorder. He fumbled around a moment until he found what he was looking for and then he pressed the play button and said, "Just listen." Who Do You Believe? The sound started and you could hear what appeared to be several men talking about a previous ball game. The tape had run but a short while before the subject had changed to women and sex. Suddenly Terry heard someone say, "Hey Lenny, if you had a chance to get it on with any wife in the department, who would you pick?" There was no hesitation in his reply, "Vic's wife, Terry. She is one hot looking piece of ass. Hey, unless you want me to mess up my pants right now, change the subject." Then feigning an orgasm said, "Never mind, it's too late." Everyone laughed. Mel stopped the tape and asked her if that answered her question. Terry was visibly shaken. In addition, though she had never thought much about Lenny, she now had to remind herself that she had watched him at times in the past and thought he was a pretty hot looking stud. With this admission she started to get a little tingle up and down her spine and she began to wonder what it would be like to have him in the process of stopping Vic. What Lenny had said was totally inappropriate and embarrassing, but it was naughty and exciting to hear someone express his thoughts about her in such a way. She was jarred out of her thoughts when Mel asked her what she thought. She didn't know what to say. This was all so unexpected and totally out of line with her normal way of thinking and acting that she just stared at Mel. Finally she replied, "I just don't know. What you suggested just might work, but I'm really unsure. Even if I agreed, I don't think I could approach Lenny about it." After letting her think for a moment, Mel asked her, "If it were all set up, would you want to do it?" She still didn't know. He said, "Would you like to just check it out and see if it would work?" Again, she couldn't give him a positive answer. So Mel picked up his phone, turned on the speaker, dialed a number, and put his finger to his lip indicating for her to be quiet. It rang twice and a male voice answered very business-like, "Lenny Southard." Mel identified himself and they chatted for a moment. Then Mel said, "Lenny, what do you think of Vic's wife Terry." Lenny paused a moment and then, with a chuckle in his voice, asked, "Do you mean professionally or personally?" Mel told him, both. Lenny came back with a statement that Terry worked in another department and that he really didn't have much to judge her on professionally. Then in a more enthusiastic voice, he let loose with, "Non-professionally though I think she is one of the hottest things moving. I envy Vic being able to crawl between those beautiful legs and to suck on those heavenly tits. I'd give anything for just one shot." Terry was having a difficult time breathing and being quiet and she had come to a full blush. What he had said replaced the tingle she had felt earlier with a growing wetness between her thighs. Mel chuckled and said, "Lenny I have my speaker phone on and Terry is here with me. We would like to talk to you for a minute. I assume from the way you just spoke out that there is no one else there?" Lenny came back in a moment with, "Mel, there is no one around right now." Then in a voice that sounded embarrassed, "Gee Terry, I'm terribly sorry you heard." Then after another pause he continued, "I'm truly sorry, but I have to be honest with you and say those are my true feelings. I love to watch you when you are around and I envy Vic." Terry didn't know what was happening. Things had gotten very interesting all of a sudden and she was beginning to think that a revenge fuck might indeed be just the thing. Not just for Vic, but she might even enjoy it. From this point things began to move very fast. Terry and Mel spelled out the situation to Lenny and a short discussion followed. As the discussion came to the end, Lenny said, "Well, this not the way I would have liked this type of relationship to start, me being asked to provide stud services. But, my mother didn't raise any fools and I would be foolish to turn down such a fantastic opportunity." Terry, hearing Lenny's remark, felt bad about what and how Lenny had been asked to help her. She returned, "Lenny, I didn't mean for it to sound the way it has. I've noticed you and have thought to myself that you were probably a good bed partner for some lucky women. I'll just include myself in that lucky group. Having lost track of time and where the discussion had gone, Terry was suddenly rocked back into reality as she heard Lenny say, "Terry, I will be out of town all next week. I sure don't want to turn down an opportunity such as you are setting out. Would you like to come to my place tonight after work?" It took her a moment before she fully realized the impact of what was happening and what she had just been asked. She also realized that she had one hand squeezing her pussy and that she was exceedingly wet. Without thinking too much she reasoned to her self that if things were all set she might as well move on. She almost passed out as she committed herself to the evening. Lenny gave her his address and phone number telling her to come about six and he would be there half an hour earlier. He cautioned that they didn't want to be seen going in together. Since they didn't want to be seen in public, he would order Chinese for supper. Mel broke her thought again when he told her to go on back to her office; that he would see to it that Lenny was set up with a camera. Terry wasn't worth much the rest of the afternoon. She spent much of it fantasizing over what was about to happen. She was apprehensive on one side and excited on the other. The thoughts of having Lenny where no man other than Vic had been was erotic. In the middle of one of her fantasy trips, her phone rang. She was shocked out of her dream world when she heard Vic's voice. She tried to sound natural as she welcomed him home from his trip early and then told him there had been an emergency and since she hadn't expected him home until tomorrow, she had agreed to work late tonight. He was disappointed but told her he would be waiting, Oh, shit. One thing she didn't want was for him to be waiting tonight. Then she thought; what the hell. This wasn't the way she had planned to make her activity known, but what difference did it make? Thinking more about it she wanted the photos to reveal the fuck, not for Vic to just find out when trying to make love to her. But, she really didn't want to make love with him now. She picked up the phone and called Mel and told him Vic was home and would be waiting for her. She asked when she would be able to get the pictures so she could deliver the full impact. She was pleased when Mel told her they would use a digital camera and they would give her the pictures to take with her when she went home. She hung up and then asked herself, "What did he mean when he said THEY would use a digital camera and THEY would give her the pictures?" She pondered it a moment and then passed it off as just phraseology. Next she realized that she couldn't go home after work and that the business suit with flat pumps wasn't really in keeping with what had been planned. She told her boss she was taking off early and went down the street to Nordstrom's. She had decided some black stockings, nice black high heels, a sexier bra, and a replacement for the cotton panties were in order. After finding the shoes she wanted, she headed for the lingerie department. On the way she spotted a very sheer, black, front buttoning blouse with ruffles running down the front. She bought it and, in the lingerie department she bought only a very sheer butterfly thong and black stockings. The butterflies in her stomach were on a rampage as she returned to the office. She went to the ladies room and used the handicapped stall as her dressing room to avoid someone possibly coming in and seeing her as she changed. When she stepped out of the stall she was wearing her garter belt with the nice new black stockings and the butterfly thong. Her legs were enhanced with the high heels. The skirt to her business suit was not quite as short as she would have liked, but it wasn't bad with the heels. Above the waist there was no bra, only the sheer blouse. There was no doubt about what her tits and nipples looked like. Finally she put on the jacket to the business suit. Wearing the jacket, no one would suspect what could be viewed underneath. Ready now, she still had about forty-five minutes before she was due at Lenny's. She returned to her office and her mind started racing. What if Mel's evidence turned out to be incorrect? But, there's too much indicating that Mel is right on. Assuming that things were as they seemed, if she went forth with this activity, would she damage her marriage beyond repair? With that thought, she stopped and anger started to well up over what Vic had done. For the next ten minutes she wrestled with all sorts of thoughts, pro and con. She suddenly thought about Lenny and what he had said. Now in addition to the sweat, there was dampness starting to build elsewhere. Her nerves were now on end and she was having severe doubts about going forward with the plan. She was reaching for the phone to call Lenny and shut things down and nearly jumped out of her skin when her phone rang. She waited a moment trying to calm herself and then answered. A male voice said, "High beautiful. I'm home. Come on over as soon as you're ready. I'm really looking forward to our evening even if I wasn't the one who initiated it." She said, "Lenny..." and then she paused. She was about to beg off when he said, "Terry, are you still there? I've got some wine on the cooler and I anxious for you to get here and share it." Listening to his mellow voice and aware again of the wetness between her legs she said, "I'm almost on my way. See you in about ten minutes." She could hardly get the phone back in the cradle with her hand shaking so badly. She was committed now and it didn't make her nerves feel any better. Lenny met her at the door. He was wearing a robe and she didn't know if he was wearing anything else. He pulled her gently almost to him and leaned forward and gave her a light kiss. Then, noting that she was trembling he suggested that they sit on the couch, have some wine, and get a little better acquainted. He offered to take her jacket and she told him not yet. She felt better as she could see he was not pushing things. Looking around she asked, "Where is the camera?" He went to the counter to pour some wine for them and then started talking about how much he admired her and how beautiful she was. He told her he hoped tonight would be as special for her as it was going to be for him. His smooth voice and gentle mannerism was making her feel better and she started to relax a little. As he turned to bring the wine, his robe swung open just a little and quickly answered what he was wearing under the robe. The view was fleeting but now she knew there was nothing under there but Lenny. Also it appeared that there was a woman pleaser hanging there. He sat in the lounge chair across from her and they talked casually for about fifteen minutes. Between his gentle manners and a little wine, Terry was beginning to be glad she had come. She hadn't been around him much before and she was finding him pleasant and charming. Each time she would think about why she was here, she found herself thinking more that she wished he would make a move. That little glimpse under the robe had roused her curiosity and now her mind was starting to create some quick fantasies. As their glasses were empty, Lenny refilled them. He turned again and again the robe opened for a moment. It was a tantalizing peek and she was sure this time that it wasn't accidental. When he returned, rather than sitting in the chair, he sat on the couch with her. The first strong feelings of lust were beginning to take command and she was now about ready to let things take their natural course. After some more talking, she asked where the bathroom was and asked to be excused. Completing her task she looked herself over again in the mirror and being satisfied she gave herself a wicked smile in the mirror and slipped out of her jacket. Throwing the jacket over her shoulder and holding it with one figure she walked back into the living room. When Lenny saw her he jumped up and came to her. He was having trouble finding his voice. He grabbed her, took her jacket from her, tossed it in a chair, and then pulled her to him for a passionate kiss. After a moment he broke the kiss and exclaimed, "I had no idea how beautiful you really are." He pulled her back for another kiss and this time one hand came up to feel and stroke her tit. Whatever reservations she had, whatever thoughts she had entertained about calling this off literally flew out the window. Sexually, she hadn't felt like this since the senior prom in high school when she gave up her virginity. The feelings were ones of eroticism, lust, naughtiness, and the taking of forbidden fruit. They sat on the couch and his hands began to explore her body as she submitted to the warmth of his feel. Her thoughts had completely changed. She had entered into this arrangement for the purpose of hurting Vic. She had determined that she was going to do it but she was not going to enjoy it. It was just a revenge fuck. But now her body was telling her differently. Lenny was a hunk and she was enjoying his attention. Now, she wanted him to fuck her; she was becoming impatient. They were kissing and his hands were exploring her breast through the gauze-like material of her blouse. She slipped her hand under his robe and was pleasantly treated to a lovely hardening cock. The exploring each of each others body and the long passionate kisses lasted for another ten minutes or more. She was on her way to an orgasm when Lenny stood up and led her to the bedroom where they completely disrobed. On the bed she was stroking his cock and he had two fingers in her pussy. In the lust and passion that she was immersed in now, she had completely forgotten about the camera. Just as he was positioning himself to go down on her, the door bell rang. Without a hesitation, Lenny got up and went to the door. She wanted to scream, "Lenny, get back here and put your cock in me, now." Of course, she didn't. She heard Lenny talking to someone, a male. A moment later he reappeared with a smile on his face and announced that the photographer was there. She was about ready to panic, grab her clothes, and get out. No one had said anything about a photographer. This was just going to be a fuck with Lenny and no one else was included in her thoughts. She pulled the sheet over her and was about to speak to Lenny when a figure appeared in the door. To her horror, when he came into the light, she recognized Mel. She screamed, "This was not part of the deal. I'm getting out of here." Lenny came to her, put his arm around her and in his smooth voice he started telling her that he was truly sorry she wasn't expecting a photographer. He gently explained that there was no way to set up a camera to catch the images they wanted automatically. Someone had to operate the camera. He apologized again and continued to tell her he had just assumed she would realize a photographer was required to capture the moments. She was calming down and Mel had stepped out of the room. Lenny was administering tender caresses. Suddenly she said to Lenny, "What's Mel doing here?" Lenny then explained that in order to keep this whole affair private, Mel had asked that he be allowed to act as the photographer. He didn't want more people involved. Then he said, "To make it easier for you, I'll ask Mel to stay out until we are ready to have pictures made." Terry was shaken. All of a sudden doubts and fears were in command. However, she had been fired up enough before Mel arrived that, in a few minutes Lenny was able to start rekindling the sparks of passion. It took about fifteen minutes before the two of them reached the same state of arousal they had achieved just before Mel came in. Lenny went down on her and any remnant of doubt or fear went away. She was savoring the feelings that he was generating in her and she was in that lustful world of sexual ecstasy. As Lenny's tongue worked her pussy, she was taking Lenny's cock deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. A fleeting thought startled her as she acknowledged that Lenny was longer, but thinner than Vic. She was so engrossed in what she was feeling and what was happening that she was totally oblivious to Mel returning and starting to take pictures. She was wracked with an explosive climax shortly after Lenny entered her in the missionary position. Lost in her feelings; lust was now all consuming. Presently she felt another orgasm building but before it fully developed, he filled her pussy with cum and started to soften. She was burning, needing to realize her orgasm, and he was softening and pulling out. Frustration was starting to build when, to her horror she saw Mel drop his pants and crawl between her legs. She wanted to stop him but she was so hot and needing to complete the orgasm that she didn't resist when he moved down and entered her. Things got worse when she saw Lenny with the camera and Mel was emptying himself in her. His cock was so small that he hadn't been able to stimulate her enough to create the orgasm she so desperately needed right now. The session was becoming a nightmare for her and she screamed at Lenny, "Get over here and fuck me NOW!" He pulled her up on her hands and knees and took her doggy style. By the time the orgasm rolled over her, she was in a constant state of arousal. She was conscious enough to know that this wasn't right, but the all consuming lust was demanding to be satisfied. Lenny lay back in the bed and Terry mounted him. She was beginning to have a wonderful ride when Mel put the camera down and offered his cock to her mouth. She willingly accepted it and began to suck the little thing. The pictures were taken early and then an unbridled three-way orgy ensued. About eleven they took the camera into Lenny's home office and printed off the pictures that Terry wanted. Mel was quick to say that she could not have any with him in it. Before twelve Lenny walked her back to her car. Once he was gone she broke into tears as she contemplated what she had done. This had gone far beyond what she had envisioned. She had acted like a complete slut. After drying the tears she started the car and suddenly realized that she couldn't go home dressed like this. She thought she would go in to the ladies room at the office again but discarded that idea as she knew she would have to sign in and since it was almost midnight she probably wouldn't be allowed to go in anyway. She stopped at a service station and changed in the rest room there. When she got home she was disturbed to see that Vic had indeed waited up for her. She used the too tired excuse and went to bed after a necessary shower. She pretended to go to sleep but she couldn't actually doze off. Her head was swimming with images of tonight's session. She felt ashamed and dirty. Why had she done this? She admittedly had lost herself in the passion of the moment. It bothered her that she had truly enjoyed it, even Mel and his little prick. But, Vic was right. Mel is an asshole, an asshole with a very small fuse at that. Before arriving home she had definitely decided she would wait until tomorrow to present the pictures to Vic. Her only problem now was answering the question; do I have the guts to present them in person? She knew this was going to hurt her almost as much as it would hurt him. But, after all, he is the one that set this whole chain of events into action. Who Do You Believe? * * * * * * Having found a suitable motel over the weekend, Vic went to work on Monday vowing to find out what was going on. He also was going to set things up to see that Lenny got what was coming to him. During the day he was unable to uncover anything of use. However, he did manipulate the workload to assure that Lenny would work until about eight or nine o'clock tonight. He was grateful that Lenny was very proud of his BMW roadster and therefore he normally drove the few blocks to work rather than walk. The BMW was going to help with the payback. Over the weekend, Terry had been wracked with guilt and a terrible sense of betrayal. She didn't try to contact Vic until late Sunday evening. They had to talk. She had to know what had made him do this. He didn't answer his phone the three times she tried and his cell phone was turned off. By the time Monday came around, she was a total case of raw nerves. She didn't want to take this up at work, but she had to get some answers. Shortly after lunch, Terry went to his office. Again her face bore the signs of another night with little sleep and probably a lot of crying. She asked if she could come in and he asked if it was on business. She said, "No, but that they needed to talk." Vic got out of his chair and went to her. He didn't touch her but in a very quiet voice he asked her if she was ready to tell him what had gone on. She replied that right now she wanted to know why he had done what he did. He then said in a low, but commanding voice, "Terry, I have already told you, there is nothing to tell. This is all a piece of fiction that you have created. I suppose you created it as a means to justify your fucking Lenny. We are not going to discuss any of this sordid mess here. I will be happy to come to the house when you are ready to tell me what's going on. Until that time comes just stay out of my sight." She started to sniffle and he told her to go back to her office. After work he went to his motel room and gathered some things together that he had brought from home and that people would have considered strange under the circumstances. There was a dark canvass bag, a ski mask, a three inch piece of one inch pipe, a roofing hook knife, a twelve ounce rubber maul, a pair of old gardening gloves, a junior size baseball bat, a pair of worn out sneakers, and an almost thread-bare warm up suit. He got something to eat and then watched TV until around seven-thirty. He then put on the warm-up suit and the sneakers and put the other items, along with the addition of six packets of sugar he picked up at noon from a downtown hotel, in the canvass bag. He drove to the firm's parking deck and parked in the shadows where he could see Lenny's car, the elevator door, and he could get out of the deck quickly and easily. Lenny's car was in its usual place, near the elevator, with lots of light but just out of the sight of the surveillance camera. Crossing to Lenny's car he used the maul and the roofing knife to make a total mess of the BMW. It looked like a first class vandal's job. Windows broken, upholstery slashed, deep scratches in the paint, body dents, and the stereo and console smashed. Satisfied with his work, he emptied the sugar into the gas tank. Going back to his car, he took out his cell phone and called his dad. His watch indicated that it was five minutes after eight. Long conversations with his dad were not at all unusual. Tonight was no different but his dad wanted to know why he wasn't watching Monday night football. With that he explained that he was in a motel and began relating what had happened over the past few days. When he saw the elevator door open, about eight-fifteen, he told his dad to wait a minute; that someone was at the door. He placed the phone on mute, quickly put on the ski mask and gloves and grabbed the bat and piece of pipe. While quickly moving towards Lenny's car in the shadows, he wrapped the fingers of his right hand tightly around the pipe. He came out of the shadows a couple of feet from Lenny who was just discovering his vandalized BMW. Lenny never knew what hit him. Vic delivered a hay-maker punch to his jaw with his right hand that sent him reeling. With the bat in the left hand he delivered a violent blow to his ribcage and as Lenny fell he drove his knee deep into his stomach (he meant to hit the groin). Lying on the ground, Lenny was trying to protect himself from the blows that were being delivered to his body. He was able to cry out, "Please stop. Don't hurt me. I'll give you whatever you want." Vic felt avenged, at least for the moment, and in a disguised voice he snarled, "I hate you bastards driving around in your fancy cars." He threw the pipe and the bat at Lenny, turned and disappeared into the shadows. He was happy and it had taken less than two minutes. Returning to his car and pulling off the ski mask, he released the brake and allowed the car to roll down the ramp to the next level before starting the engine and departing the deck. As he had released the brake, he had picked up his cell phone, apologized to his dad for the interruption, and continued to talk with him for another twenty minutes or so. He had worn a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt under the warm-up suit. When he finished talking with his dad, he stripped out of the warm-up suit and on the way back to the motel he discarded the items, one at a time, into different trash receptacles. Returning to his room he still was very disturbed about a lot of things. But there was one thing he definitely was not disturbed about for the time being. There were two minutes in his life that were going to live forever in his memory. There are few times in one's life when the feeling of accomplishment seems so great. Tuesday morning, shortly after opening, Mel came into the office leading a uniformed officer and a plain clothes detective. He said, "Vic, you probably haven't heard yet, but Lenny was severely beaten and his car was vandalized last night as he was leaving work. He's in the hospital and is going to be there a few days. I understand he stayed late to complete some work you had given him." Vic put on a look of shock and amazement and confirmed that, no, he didn't know about it and asked how bad off was Lenny, and if they knew who had done it. Then he told Mel that yes, Lenny had stayed late and that he had expected him to be a little late today but had certainly not expected this. Mel said, "I was sure you didn't know, but these officers would like to talk to you." The detective spoke up and didn't beat around the bush as he asked Vic where he was last night. Vic told him he was in his motel room. Mel butted in and asked why he was staying at a motel. Vic simply said that he and Terry were having a little problem right now and it was personal. The detective cut back in and asked him during what hours he was in his room. Vic played the part and in exasperation said, "Wait a minute, what the hell is going on here?" And then, indignantly he said, "Are you implying that I had something to do with Lenny?" Mel tried to soften the situation by injecting that Lenny had said something about Vic when they were talking about the incident at the hospital. He noted that they realized he is pretty well banged up and under heavy sedation. Vic said, "It doesn't surprise me that he would say something about me. Did he say anything about the job he was doing? I assumed that he would bring it to me this morning. Now I will have to go see if I can find it." With that he headed for the door. The uniformed officer stepped over and blocked the door and the detective said, "Mr. Sailor, we are not accusing anyone. However, we must check out everyone who may have had a reason for disliking Mr. Halliway (Lenny). With that, Vic fired back, "And who says that I dislike Lenny?" The detective answered that Mr. Rizzo (Mel) had told them that he (Vic) had threatened him with bodily harm at one of the company functions after Mr. Halliway kept pestering your wife. Vic, with indignation said, "That was well over a year ago. He quit bothering my wife and I haven't had any trouble with him since. Do I like him? Not particularly. I think he is a smart-ass so I deal with him strictly on a professional basis only." The detective said that he understood but he needed to know where he was last night between seven-thirty and nine o'clock. Vic acted as though he was trying to recollect if he had gone anywhere and then said, "Detective, as I told you before, I was in my motel room. I was there from after dinner, about six, until I left this morning." The detective asked if there was anyone with him to which he replied, "No." The detective grunted and then Vic popped back with, "If it is any help, I was on the phone with my dad during part of the time you described. You can check my cell phone record." The detective grunted again and then asked why he was using the cell phone in the motel room? The reply was, "You don't think I'm going to pay the ridiculous motel phone rates when I have a cell phone that is already paid for do you?" The detective grunted again and then asked for dad's phone number. Vic gave it to him and then reached for his phone, turned on the speaker, and said, "Here, we can all talk to him right now and get this matter settled." During the call, Vic's dad established that the call started just after Monday night football began (about 5 or 10 after eight) and ended about the time the third quarter was beginning (about 8:45). The detective thanked him and told Vic that he would get an official print out from the cell phone company, adding that the information pretty well let him off the hook. As the three of them left, Vic was about to burst. This was excellent therapy. The picture in his mind of Lenny suffering in the hospital pretty much eclipsed the visions of Terry's photos. He was also laughing, knowing that the detective had not asked one important question, and Vic had known the detective would never have thought to ask, "Was he on the phone with you the entire time?" Shortly after the trio left, Arlene, his adopted at work mom, came to his door and asked what that was all about. Vic told her and then she asked if she could shut the door and talk for a minute. Vic always enjoyed talking with Arlene. He was wondering what he was going to do without her when she retired in a few months. Arlene sat for a minute gathering her thoughts. Finally she told Vic that she hadn't said anything before since all she had was intuitions and suspicions. She was aware that something was going on between Mel and Lenny. Over the past six months or so they have been like bread and butter. They frequently got together and had discussions. About two months ago it dawned on her that any time someone approached them the conversation would change from a relatively quiet talk to a louder business oriented discussion. When they felt no one was within hearing range the conversation would be subdued again. She went on, "Vic, just watching them, I believe they are involved in some kind of hanky panky here in the office. But, as I said, right now it is just suspicion, I can't provide one solid piece of evidence to support my feelings, but I know I'm right" Vic was stunned at her revelation. He also knew that she had no love for Mel. After considering it for a moment he told Arlene what had just happened between him and Terry. Arlene was shocked. Be she told him that now she was sure of her suspicions and she was going to snoop as much as she dared to find some answers. Then she gasped and looked him straight in the eye and asked, "Vic, (pause) you don't happen know anything at all about what happened to Lenny last night do you?" Vic held her gaze and said, "Thanks for the information Arlene. Let me know what your snooping turns up. I agree that something is amiss and I too am going to find out what it is. It doesn't surprise me, but until now, I hadn't thought of Mel as being involved." Arlene stood to leave and in a small voice said, "I hope Mel doesn't get caught in the parking deck like poor Lenny." This was said with a sort of nasty smile on her face. Later in the day Arlene came back and suggested that he keep an eye on the lower locked drawer in Mel's office. The personnel in Vic's division all have a file drawer with a combination lock on it for storing sensitive documents. But, Mel has two. Arlene stated that if you ever enter his office while that second drawer is open, he immediately returns what he has to the file and locks it. They both asked the same question together. Why does he need two files anyway? He is not directly involved in client work and basically the only sensitive material he should have would be personnel files that wouldn't even require one full drawer. Vic determined that a look in that file might be useful and asked Arlene if she would help him get a look in that drawer. She was hesitant and Vic assured her she would not be directly involved. All she needed to do was create a momentary distraction. He told her he wasn't even going to make her privy as to how he was going to do it. Fortunately all of the padlocks were company issued and were identical. Arlene, on Vic's signal was to walk into Mel's office and before he could put things away she was to scream and stumble. Vic was sure Mel would jump to assist her, leaving the drawer unprotected for a few moments. Vic was patient and his patience paid off on Friday, just before quitting time. He called Arlene and said, "Now, as fast as you can." She acknowledged his call and headed for Mel's office. Vic grabbed the padlock from his drawer, which was open, and headed for Mel's office. Timing was perfect and he arrived just as Mel was helping Arlene to her feet. He stepped behind Mel as if trying to get in a position to help and picked up Mel's padlock, put it in his pocket, and left his own on the desk. Vic told Mel he would help Arlene back to her desk. Mel thanked him saying it was late and that he needed to get things locked up and get home. They had theatre tickets tonight. Hearing that, Vic said to himself quietly, "Thank you God. I need all the security I can get." As he was reveling in his good fortune, Arlene asked with concern, "Did you get what you needed?" He told her he sure did and she replied that he couldn't have gotten much in that short time. He assured her that he had absolutely everything he needed and kissed her on the cheek as she sat down at her desk. She was smiling and shaking her head at him. After a leisurely supper, Vic went back to the office. He got a key to Mel's office which he knew his secretary kept in a file folder at the back of an unsecured file cabinet. He opened the door, went to the locked second drawer and opened his lock. He put his lock in his pocket and placed Mel's next to the drawer. He took out his digital camera and shot a picture of the drawer so that he could leave it as he found it. He noted that in addition to file folders, there were audio cassettes, video tapes, CDs, and even a few DVDs. Taking three folders he sat at Mel's desk. When he opened the first folder, labeled "Terry," there were copies of the photos that Terry had brought home. However, in addition, there were photos of Mel having sex with Terry. It made him madder than hell. But he broke out into an audible laugh when he saw the size of Mel's pathetic little pecker. He quickly glanced into the other two folder and found more picture of Mel and Lenny with other women who worked there. He knew he couldn't stay here without the danger of being caught. He replaced the files, shut the drawer, and hung the lock in it without closing the hasp. He went down the hall to the library and got the library cart. Taking the cart he went back to Mel's, removed the contents of the drawer, placed them on the cart, and went to his office. It took less than fifteen minutes for Vic to see that Mel and Lenny were running a sex ring for their private enjoyment and/or profit. Mel, the smug, pompous ass, had recorded many if not all of the conversations and it was obvious he and Lenny were blackmailing the women. It didn't take a quick mind to see that the latest victim, Terry, had just fallen into their net. The tapes had a start and stop date on the label. One tape indicated it had ended today and probably was why he was into the drawer this afternoon. He placed the tape in his machine and hit the start button. What he heard had him boiling mad. He would fast-forward and listen a bit and then fast forward again. Several excerpts were Mel and Lenny discussing their progress with Terry. He was just about to quit when he heard Terry's name mentioned again. He backed up to the beginning of the conversation and heard Mel telling Michael Jameson (a senior VP and son of the CEO) that he would have things set up for him with Terry for tomorrow night. Vic couldn't believe that Mel would be so stupid as to have set this up at work. He couldn't believe that Terry had fallen for this line of shit. Listening to it again though, he could tell from the background noises that the call had been to Michael at home, not in the office. Vic took special interest in a folder labeled, "Customers." In the folder he found the names of six upper level managers who were obviously benefiting from this operation. One was the CFO (chief financial officer) and lastly senior vice president Michael. Vic had not expected to find what he had discovered and had originally planned to copy anything that would help him straighten Terry out and then return the material to Mel's office. However, he could not afford to take a chance with something happening to this evidence. There was plenty room in his locked drawer so he put it all there except for several pictures and one tape. He then locked the drawer, taking the pictures and tape with him. He returned the library cart and then went to Mel's office. With the hasp open, you can change the combination. He didn't care what he set it to. He just changed it, locked the drawer, and left. Mel would just have to get it cut off if he wanted back in the drawer next week. He looked at his watch and it was just a little after eleven. In the car he called Arlene on his cell phone and, after apologizing for the late call, told her what he had found. She wanted to hear more details but he told her there were definitely going to be some changes in the organizational chart and he would tell her more on Monday. She pleaded for him to tell her more but he said he couldn't right now that he was pulling in to the driveway at his house. She admonished him not to do anything rash with Terry. He assured her that he wouldn't but that she would definitely see an entirely different Terry by Monday. At this point in his mental processing he was ready to kill Mel and Lenny. He felt some better now knowing that Terry had been seduced by the two. He still loved her but he was mad and hurt that she could have been so stupid and naïve to have listened to them without ever coming to him. No, he wouldn't, in fact he couldn't physically abuse her, but she was going to hear a few things. He got out of the car, went to the door. When he inserted his key and tried to enter, he found the dead bolt was set. He rang the bell. Obviously Terry was in bed. He continued to ring and finally saw Terry peek through the side window curtain. She didn't say anything or move to open the door. Inside, Terry was terrorized. What could Vic be doing here at this hour? He had told her that he wasn't going to talk to her until she told him what had happened. Has he just become impatient and decided he was going to force her to reveal what she knew and how she knew it? Her thought process stopped when Vic banged the door viciously with his fist and asked if she was going to open the damned door or was he going to have to kick the damned thing in.