4 comments/ 141806 views/ 18 favorites Who Needs Humiliation Ch. 01 By: K.K. Chapter 1: The Class I meet Lisa at a party when we were both seniors in college. We hit it off right away and soon we were in love. Right after graduation Lisa got a job as an administrator at the college we went to and I got a job as a consultant at a large technology company. A year later we were married. After seven years of marriage we were still on our honeymoon. During that time Lisa had become somewhat codependent. The problem was that her codependency was interfering with my career. I had to turn down any job assignments out of town because Lisa couldn't handle the idea of me being away even for just one night. Because of this I didn't get to work on some of the bigger projects that would have helped me get promotions. I kept telling myself that eventually she would get over this and I would then move ahead in my career. I guess I just loved Lisa to much to be able to deal with the problem, or at least that is what I kept telling myself. It was at this time that my boss told me that in three weeks I was going to have to take a class in Costa Mesa, California which is 2500 miles from where we live and that the class was four weeks long. When I told Lisa about the class she had a fit. She said, that she couldn't handle my being away that long. I asked her if she could take time off work and go with me. She said, "There is no way I can leave the college for a month. We are in the middle of application season. You'll just have to tell your boss you can't go." I explained, "I can't refuse to go. That would cost me my job. Without this class I won't have the necessary skills needed to do my job. Not going to the class is not an option." Lisa sat looking at the floor for a minute then finally said, "Well if you have to go I'll guess I'll survive." I said, "We have three weeks to prepare. I'll do everything I can to make sure this goes easy for you. You know this actually might be good for you. It'll help you to be more independent." As soon as the words left my mouth I knew I had said, the wrong thing. Lisa gave me a quick look and said, "I don't need to be more independent. I need to have my husband at home where he belongs." After she said, this she went into the bedroom and closed the door. For the next three weeks leading up to my trip I could tell that Lisa was putting on an act of not caring that I was going away. I could see that she was scarred. I kept trying to reassure her without sounding like I though she was scared. My last day at home was a Saturday and Lisa said, that she wanted to have a special evening with me. Lisa put on one of her sexiest dresses and we went out to dinner. On the way home from the restaurant Lisa began rubbing my leg as I was driving. She kept this up slowly moving her hand higher on my leg. Finally she had her hand in my crotch and was massaging my cock through my pants. She moved herself close to me and kissed me on the cheek and whispered "When we get home I am going to suck your cock and then fuck you until you pass out. When you leave tomorrow the only thing you will be able to think about is how great I fucked you tonight. I want you to think about that the whole time you're away. I want you to miss me so bad you can't sleep at night. That will make us even." Lisa's words aroused me much more than her hand rubbing my cock. Lisa only talked that way when she was extremely horny and she was seldom that horny. As a matter of fact I can't remember more that a dozen times in our marriage that Lisa talked like that. I knew I was in for one hell of a night of sex. When we got home Lisa immediately lead me into the bedroom. Once there she pulled me to her and kissed me with a full open mouth kiss. As we stood there kissing I ran my hands down her back to her firm nicely rounder buttocks and squeezed them. When I did this Lisa pushed her hips forward pressing herself against me harder. When I began to reach under her dress and move my hand toward her pussy Lisa stopped me and said, "Not yet. First I want to show you something." Lisa stepped away from me and slowly unzipped her dress and let it slide down off her shoulders revealing her sexy black bra and panty set and the black thigh high stockings she was wearing. She stepped out of her dress and threw it on a chair. Lisa stood in front of me and asked me to get on my knees in front of her. As I did this I looked at her standing there in her underwear and her high heels. I don't think I had ever seen her looking more sexy than she did at that moment. When I was on my knees in front of her, Lisa moved closer to me so that her panty covered pussy was right in front of my face. Then Lisa said, "I want to show you just how horny I am right now." Then she pulled the gusset of her panties aside and said, "I want you to put your tongue in my cunt and see how juicy it is right now." I had never heard her say 'cunt' before, and the way she said, it almost made me cum in my pants. I managed to control myself and do as she asked. Lisa was right. Her pussy was as wet as it had ever been during foreplay. I was about to push my tongue in deeper and savor her juices when Lisa stepped back again and said, "That's enough for now. I just wanted to give you an idea of how wet I am right now." Lisa told me to get up and take my clothes off, which I did very quickly, then she had me lie down on the bed. Lisa followed me onto the bed and went straight down on my cock and swallowed the whole thing. Lisa is good at oral sex but she usually doesn't initiate it. I usually have to direct her toward my cock then she'll do it but not all of the time. I was no match for the circumstances. Lisa had me too excited before she started sucking my cock for me to hold off for long. I only make it a couple of minutes before I began to shoot my load. Usually Lisa doesn't let me cum in her mouth and when she does she spits it out immediately afterward but this time she swallowed my whole load. When she had me completely drained Lisa let my cock slip from her mouth then she kissed me. This was the first time I had ever actually had semen in my mouth and while I didn't care for the idea the taste didn't bother all that much so I kissed Lisa as passionately as I could. When we broke from the kiss Lisa said, "Do you want to eat my juicy cunt now. You like it when I say cunt don't you. I'll bet that when you suck my cunt your cock will get hard again then you can fuck me and shoot your hot cum inside my cunt. Would you like that?" All I could say was "Ahh yea". Then Lisa lay down with her head on her pillow and I crawled between her legs and began giving her beautiful juicy pussy a tongue bath. It seemed as though Lisa began an orgasm as soon as my tongue touched her labia and she didn't stop until ten minutes later when my cock was hard enough to penetrate her. I turned around on the bed and got my cock between the hot wet lips of her vagina and pushed myself inside her. Because I had already cum once I was able to last quite a while before I had another orgasm and in the mean time I was able to penetrate Lisa in many different positions and I think she had an orgasm in each position. I couldn't remember Lisa ever being this horny before. When I finally came and rolled off Lisa onto my back she immediately went to work sucking my cock again. I was sure I was through for the night but somehow Lisa was able to bring my worn out member back to life and we romped around the bed again. I couldn't believe it, there I was after my third climax of the night and almost dead to the world but Lisa was back at my cock, trying to get me up again. Eventually I fell asleep with my cock still in Lisa's mouth. In the morning as I was rushing around to finish packing for my trip Lisa kept asking me if I had time to 'fuck' her again. Finally I had everything packed and loaded in the car and Lisa came to give me a good bye kiss. When she kissed me she said, "You know you shouldn't be leaving my like this." I said, "You know I don't want too but I have too." Lisa kissed me again then dropped to her knees in front of me. For a second I thought she was going to start crying but instead she opened my pants and pulled my cock out. I knew I should be leaving but when her lips closed around the head of my cock I couldn't move. As I stood there ready to leave, Lisa gave me another wonderful blow job and once again swallowed my semen. When she stood up to kiss me good bye for a final time I realized that she hadn't actually swallowed all of it. As I left the house I could still taste her and me on my lips and in my mouth. As I got in the car Lisa shouted "Call me every night". I yelled back "I will. I promise." Who Needs Humiliation Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Absence Makes the Hart Grow Fonder When I arrived at my hotel in Costa Mesa I called Lisa to let her know I arrived safely and to give her my phone number. Lisa told me that she already missed me but she sounded like she was okay. As I had promised I called her every night that week and every night Lisa told me she loved me and missed me terribly and wished I didn't have to be away from her. When I called Lisa on Saturday night she told me that she was horny. She said, "I wish you were here so I could suck your cock like I did just before you left and I want to feel your cock inside my cunt. I need you with me." I couldn't believe she was talking like this on the phone. Normally she only talks like that when we are making love and then only when she is extremely horny. I thought that maybe this would be a good time to try having phone sex, so I said, "Lisa, what are you wearing? Lisa said, "What do you mean what am I wearing? "Why don't you take you clothes off?" "Take my clothes off to talk on the phone? What's the matter with you?" "I thought we might try having phone sex." "Phone sex? Are you perverted or something? I don't want phone sex, I want you in my bed." I could tell that my suggestion had pissed her off a little so I didn't pursue it any further. We talked for a little longer then I told her I loved her and we hung up. Our calls on Sunday and Monday were much like Saturday's call except that I didn't try to suggest phone sex. When I called her Tuesday night I got no answer. I kept trying till nine o'clock my time (midnight Lisa's time) still without an answer. I was worried that I had been unable to reach Lisa so I called her at her office Tuesday morning during a break in my class. I was relieved to hear her voice when she answered her phone. I asked her where she had been and told her that I had called several times up till midnight. Lisa said, "I'm sorry. The girls at work felt sorry for me being home alone so they took me out last night for dinner and drinks and I guess I just lost track of the time. I got home around 12:30." "Why didn't you call me when you got home?" "It was after midnight. I thought it was too late and I didn't want to wake you." I said, "It's three hours earlier out here. I was still up studying for my class." "I'm sorry. I didn't think about the time difference." I asked, "Did you have a good time with your friends?" "Yes. It was just what I needed. I think it was good for me to get out of the apartment for the evening." I agreed with her. I said, "You shouldn't be alone all the time. Go out and have some fun. It'll make the time go faster." The call ended in the usual way with exchanges of 'I love you' and the click of Lisa's phone being hung up. On Thursday night Lisa told me that I didn't have to call her Friday night as she would be going out with the girls from work again and they were planning a big evening starting with dinner and ending with some bar hopping. I asked her who was driving and she said, that they were going to take cabs everywhere they went. I told Lisa to have a good time and that I would call her Saturday. I couldn't get Lisa on the phone Saturday evening nor all day Sunday. I finally reached her at ten o'clock eastern time. I asked her where she had been all weekend and she said, that she had gone home to visit her parents. I asked her why she didn't call me from her parents house and tell me where she was. I said, "I was worried when I couldn't reach you." Lisa responded, "I'm sorry I didn't call but I kept trying to figure out when the best time to call you would be and the time difference kept confusing me. I guess I thought you would call me at my parents house." "I would have if I had known you were going to be there." "Don't get angry with me. I said I was sorry. It won't happen again." Both of us were a little tense now so I changed the subject. I asked about her parents then I talked about how the class was going and finally ended the call with 'I love you' and Lisa returned the sentiment. For the next few days our daily chats were back to normal. That is until Thursday. When I called Lisa at 7:30 that evening she told me she was getting ready to go out and meet her friends for dinner. As she was talking I heard a sound on the phone like a door opening and closing. It wasn't loud but I was sure that's what it sounded like. As Lisa continued to talk I listened carefully for any other noises. I heard nothing except Lisa's voice for about ten seconds then I heard a male voice in the background say "Are you ready? Opps, didn't know you were on the phone." I asked "Who was that?" Lisa said, "Who was what?" "Who's voice did I just hear in the background?" "Voice? Oh, must be the television. I forgot that I had it on." Right after that Lisa said, "I have to get going." and rushed the call to an end. When I hung up the phone I sat staring out the window. I had a knot in my stomach. I had no reason to believe that Lisa would lie to me but that voice didn't sound like it came from the television. I hadn't heard any sound in the background before I heard the door open and closed and I heard nothing after the man's voice. Could Lisa have had a man in our apartment. I picked up the phone and called Lisa again. No answer. I waited till nine o'clock my time and tried to call her again. No answer. After that I called every half hour till 11:30 PM my time and still got no answer. That night I had a dream about Lisa. In the dream Lisa was making love to me but I couldn't feel anything. As I watched Lisa take my cock into her mouth and run her tongue over the head I felt no sensation at all. I could see that my cock was erect and when she pulled it out of her mouth I could see the drop of pre cum leaking from the small hole in the head of my cock, but I had no sensation of even having an erection. I continued to watch in fascination as Lisa continued to suck my cock until it exploded in climax and Lisa held my cock as it ejaculated semen all over her face. As Lisa began to suck the softening cock back into her mouth I realized that it wasn't my cock. In my dream I became aware that I was actually watching from a distance as Lisa made love to another man. I awoke from the dream covered with sweat. It was 5:30 AM. I didn't get back to sleep that night. On Friday I called her office and was told that Lisa called in sick. I called her at home but got no answer. I finally got hold of Lisa that evening. I asked "Where were you all night? I called you at 2:30 AM. Then this morning I called your office and they said, you called in sick." Lisa said, "I guess I had too much to drink last night. I went home around 11:30 and passed out. I woke up this morning with a terrible head ache and my stomach was upset, so I called in sick." Her story was believable but I wasn't sure if I believed it. I decided not to pursue things any further until I got home. If she had done nothing wrong, and I had no proof that she had done anything wrong, any accusations I made could do a great deal of harm to our relationship. That weekend I again couldn't get Lisa on the phone. Sunday after noon I even tried calling Lisa's parents. They said, that they hadn't seen her. When I finally got Lisa on the phone late Sunday night she told me that she had gone to her parents house again this weekend. At this point I was becoming very upset but I didn't say anything about my call to her parents. I decided to wait till I got home the following Saturday to sit down with Lisa and find out what was going on. The last week of class was pure hell for me. My mind was almost always focused on Lisa and what she was doing. Then it hit. I figured out what was going on. Lisa was putting on a charade. She wanted to make me a little crazy. This was her way of telling me that she was angry that I went away to this class and left her alone. It all made sense to me now. Lisa would never cheat on my. I knew how much she loved me. And the lies. Why would she tell me she went to her parents house when she knew I could so easily find out that she was lying. This revelation took a load off my mind. I was no longer tense, and the burning sensation in my stomach was gone. I was a little angry with Lisa but I also realized it wasn't all her fault. Her codependency was partly my fault. I should have worked on breaking her of that long ago, but I kind of liked having her totally dependent on me. I didn't know how I was going to deal with this when I got home but it would be much easier than dealing with what I had first thought was going on. Saturday morning, when I got on the plane at John Wayne Airport in Costa Mesa I was nervous about how I was going to deal with Lisa and the games she had been playing on me but I was also very excited about the idea of getting home and making love to her. I arrived home about six o'clock that evening. When I pulled up at our apartment Lisa's new Lexus was parked in the driveway too close to the street for me to pull in behind her and there was a BMW I didn't recognize parked in front of the apartment. As I got my bags out of the car I hoped that Lisa didn't have company because I wanted Lisa all to myself. When I entered the apartment I found Lisa sitting on the sofa with a man I had never seen before. The most disturbing thing about this scene was that the guy was holding Lisa's hand. The two of them just looked at me and I just stared back. I didn't say anything because I couldn't grasp what I was seeing. Not being able to do anything else I studied the guy. He looked to be about thirty-five years old, dark hair with a very expensive hair cut. Dark complexion, he looked Italian or maybe Greek. It was difficult to tell how tall he was but I guessed him to be about six feet even. His clothes were very stylish, almost too stylish if you know what I mean. His shoes were expensive Italian loafers. This guy either had money our wanted people to think he had money. After staring at each other for nearly a minute without speaking I finally broke the ice. "What's going on here? Lisa, who is this guy and why is he holding your hand?" I could feel myself tensing up but I wasn't sure if it was anger or fear. Probably both. Lisa said, "David, why don't you sit down so we can talk.?" I said, "I think I would rather stand right now." Lisa looked at the guy holding her hand then back at me and said, "Okay, then stand. I guess the best thing to do is be direct and get right to the point. This is Bob. I met him a couple of weeks ago and we fell in love. I am going to leave you and live with Bob." At that moment I wanted very much to hit someone but I couldn't decide between Lisa or Bob. "What the fuck are you talking about? I have to go out of town for a month so you decide to leave me for this piece of shit?" I pointed at Bob as I said that. Bob started to stand up but Lisa pulled him back down. "While you were gone I found out there was another whole world out there that you kept me from. Your being away aloud me the freedom to explore and I found Bob or I should say we found each other. I am sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen but you should have known you couldn't keep me totally dependent on you forever." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She was making this all my fault. I didn't know how to respond to that and I felt uncomfortable saying anything in front of Mr. $100 hair cut. Finally I said, "Rob or Bob or whatever the hell your name is, why don't you take a walk so that I can talk to my wife alone." He said, "I don't think so. I am here to protect her." I said, "I think she needs more protection from you than she does from me." I don't know exactly why I said, that but from the look on his face I had the feeling that I was right. Lisa said, "I don't want Bob to leave. There's nothing more to say. I just didn't want to leave without telling you. I felt I owed you at least that much." I said, "You owe me a hell of a lot more than that. Well if you're going to leave then get your shit and get the fuck out of here." Lisa said, "I've already packed everything." She stood up and Bob followed suit. Now that Bob was standing I could see that I was bigger than him so I tried to intimidate him a little. "I am going to give you two minutes to get out of here. The next time I see you I won't restrain myself. I will get some amount of satisfaction." Lisa came over to me and touched my face and said, "I'm sorry." Then she turned and headed for the door. As the two cars pulled away, Bob's BMW and the new Lexus we had gotten for Lisa just last month, I realized that I had not moved from where I had stopped when I first came into the room. I had never even put down the computer bag that I had slung over my shoulder. I dropped the bag and slumped into a chair. I stared blankly across the room to where just five minutes ago Lisa had been sitting. I didn't understand what had just happened. I felt like I was going to throw up. I bent over and buried my face in my hands and began to cry. Who Needs Humiliation Ch. 03 Chapter 3: World's Funniest Home Videos Once the crying stopped the drinking started. I finished off the six beers in the refrigerator then started on the vodka that I kept in the freezer. I drank until I either passed out or fell asleep, I don't know which and I really don't think it mattered. Sunday morning I woke up on the sofa hugging the empty vodka bottle to my chest. I had a major headache and my stomach didn't feel much better. After I showered and changed I felt a little better but I couldn't get rid of the feeling that I had a large hole in my life. I kept thinking about Lisa and the last night we spent together. I just couldn't believe that she could have stopped loving me that quickly. As I though about Lisa making love to me I started imagining Lisa making love to Bob the same way. That was a very painful thought. I realized that I didn't like thinking about all this so I decide to get drunk again. Problem was I had already finished all there was to drink in the apartment so I had to go to the store to get some beer. It was Sunday so I couldn't get any vodka. When I got to the store I picked up two cases of beer and some food and took it to the check out line. I was going to pay for the beer and food using my bank ATM card. When I ran the card through it said I had 'insufficient funds' for this transaction. This worried me because I knew I had at least $5000 in my checking account. I paid for the beer and food with my credit card and headed for a full service ATM machine to check my balances. When I checked the balances I found that I had a five dollar balance in both the checking account and the savings account. Two weeks ago there had been $5000 in the checking and over $20,000 in the savings account. Had Lisa really cleaned out both accounts? I was livid. When I got back to the apartment I called Lisa's parents to see if they would tell me how to get in touch with Lisa. They were totally shocked to find out Lisa had left me. All they could say was "There has to be something wrong here. Lisa loves you. We can't believe she would leave you and clean out your savings. It's just not like her. We will try to talk some sense into her when we talk to her." It occurred to me that Lisa wouldn't have taken that money. Not on her own. She wrote checks in the grocery store but she never did any banking and I don't think she was even aware of how much money we had in our accounts. I figured that it must have been that piece of shit called Bob that got her to empty those accounts. This called for quick action from me. I was going to have to get a good lawyer first thing Monday morning and get my money back before that son-of-a-bitch Bob made it all disappear. When I got back to the apartment I was still fuming about the money as I popped open a beer. I was too restless to sit down so I paced around the apartment as I drank and cursed out loud. As I was walking around in the bedroom I noticed a small leather gym bag on the floor next to my dresser. I had never seen it before so I knew that it wasn't mine or Lisa's. I picked the bag up, set it on the bed and opened it. Apparently the gym bag belonged to Bob. Inside he had some clean underwear, a tee shirt, a pair of shorts and a pair of running shoes. In the very bottom of the bag I found a video camera. When I pulled it out of the bag I discovered that there was still a tape in the camera. I took the camera into the living room. Because the tape was an 8MM cassette I had to plug the camera into the inputs on the back of my VCR in order to play the tape. I got myself another beer then turned on the TV and VCR. I hit the play button on the camera and sat down to see what was on the tape. When the video started the screen was completely white except for the time and date in the corner which read Thursday 04/10/92 6:37 PM. As I watched the screen I could see that although the picture was still all white there seemed to be some movement. Suddenly I could see other colors in the picture. Then I realized that I was looking at someone's white shirt as they adjusted the camera. Now I could see that I was looking at what looked like a living room but I didn't recognize it. The camera was pointed at a sofa. After a few seconds a man came into the picture and sat down on the sofa. It was that asshole Bob. He picked up a remote control and started playing with the focus on the camera. I could see the picture get fuzzy, then clear, then it got very sharp and I heard Bob say "Perfect." Bob aimed the remote toward the camera and it appeared that he pushed a button then the picture disappeared. Immediately after that the picture reappeared and again someone was standing in front of the camera. The date on the video was the same only now the time was 11:22 PM. I heard a voice say "Just let me load up a couple of CDs and I'll be right with you. When the person in front of the camera moved out of the way I saw Lisa sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in her hand. When the music started it I recognized it as the 'Greatest Hits of the Eagles" CD. I had the same one. For a second I wondered if I still did. Lisa look up at Bob as he came over and sat next to her. Lisa was wearing a black skirt and a white cotton short sleeved sweater. Bob looked like he was wearing something he bought at a Polo outlet. Obviously expensive. When he sat down he began talking to Lisa. He said, "I am really glad you decided to go out with me tonight. You can't believe the impact you had on me when I met you Tuesday night. I felt an actual physical pain in my chesty when I found out you were married. I never thought you would give a guy like me a second look but you're here with me now." It struck me at that moment that Thursday 4/10 was the night I called Lisa and heard a man's voice on the phone. And that is the weekend I couldn't find her. Lisa responded "I'm not sure why I am here. I know that I shouldn't be. David would die if her knew I went out on a date with another man." "Stop worrying about David and think of yourself. You're here with me because deep down inside you know you're supposed to be with me tonight." Lisa started to say something "I don't know about..." "Lisa, you are a beautiful woman and I know how to appreciate someone like you." Bob leaned over and kissed Lisa softly on the lips. Lisa didn't resist but she said, "I don't think we should be doing this." Bob kissed her again and said, "I can't help myself. I feel like if I don't kiss you I will explode." Then he kissed her again and this time I could see that Lisa was kissing him back. As the kisses got more passionate Bob ran his hands over the front of Lisa's sweater and squeezed her right breast. Lisa made no attempt to stop him. Bob's hand moved from Lisa's right breast to her left and he continued to kiss her passionately. I couldn't believe I was sitting there watching Lisa being seduced. I wondered if she knew that the whole thing was being video taped. Bob broke off the kisses and pulled back from Lisa. I could tell from the look on her face that she was very aroused. Then Bob said "Lisa, I would like very much to see those lovely breasts of your. Please take you sweater off?" I thought maybe Lisa would stop him her but instead she pulled her sweater off over her head revealing her white bra and turned her back so that Bob could unfasten it. She turned back to him and held his head in her hands as she guided his mouth to her right breast. I found myself wanting to kill both of them but at the same time I had an erection. I couldn't understand my mix emotions. As Lisa shifted herself to make it easier for Bob to suck her nipples, her legs separated which gave me a view all the way up her skirt to her white panties. It struck me as odd that she wasn't wearing any hose. Pantyhose or thigh highs. I suspected that she may have removed her pantyhose earlier knowing that she might be having sex with this asshole. I was surprised to find this view erotic. I couldn't take my eyes off the view between Lisa's legs. In a few minutes Bob stood up, opened his pants and pulled them down along with his jockey shorts displaying his erection. He sat down again and said, "Lisa, if you feel the same way about me as I do about you I want you to take my cock into your mouth." Lisa looked at him, put her hand behind his neck and pulled him to her and kissed him passionately. When she broke the kiss, Lisa went down on him taking his cock as far down her throat as she could. Watching my wife sucking another man's cock was very painful but I couldn't look away. Lisa sucked on his cock until it exploded in her mouth. It looked like she tried to swallow the load but couldn't quite manage it all and some ran down her chin. When she had his cock completely empty Lisa stood up and removed her skirt, then her panties and said "Now it's your turn. I want you to fuck my cunt with your tongue until you give me an orgasm then when you cock is hard again I want it inside me. I want you to fuck me deeply and cum inside my pussy." The language she was using really hurt me. It meant that this asshole had managed to make her as horny on his first try as I had ever been able to make her. As I sat there watching Bob eat my wife's pussy then penetrated her and fuck her I couldn't stand it. I pulled my cock out and jerked off. When I climaxed I shot my load into Bob's gym bag all over his running shoes. When I looked back at the video Bob was starting his orgasm. When he was done the two of them lay on the sofa for awhile then Bob I noticed Bob reaching his hand under the sofa and he pulled out the remote control. He held it where Lisa couldn't see it and turned off the camera. The picture on the screen went snowy for a few seconds and came back on. Now the video said Saturday 04/12/92 10:42 PM. When I could make out what I was looking at I realized it was my bedroom. I heard Bob's voice say "Are you ready yet?" and from what seemed to be from another room I heard Lisa say I'll be in a minute. Just then I saw a red light blinking in the corner of the screen and the words Low Battery appeared. Soon the picture disappeared. After that there was nothing else on the tape. Now I was feeling really crazy. First, this fucking asshole was so self-confident that he would be able to score with Lisa that he set up his video camera to record it. Second, Lisa showed so little resistance and really put on a performance, and finally I had actually masturbated while I watched that asshole fuck my wife. I went and got myself a beer and kept getting another until I fell asleep on the sofa. Of course I watched the video a couple more times while I was drinking. Who Needs Humiliation Ch. 04 Chapter 4: Divorce and Revenge Monday morning I called work and arranged to have the day off then I called the attorney that my parents knew and explained my situation and asked if he could help me or recommend someone who could. He referred me to John Meyers, one of the partners in his firm. He said that Mr. Meyers was very good in cases like mine. I got lucky in that Mr. Meyers had a cancellation that morning and I was able to get in a see him at ten o'clock. Mr. Meyers sat and listened to me as I told him every detail of what happened including the discovery of the video tape. When I was done Mr. Meyers asked me a few more questions. "The Lexus, whose name is the car registered in? I said, "Lisa's" "And the car loan, whose name is that in?" "The loan is in Lisa's name but I make the payments for her." "You said that you had never seen Bob before?" "That's right." Mr. Meyers sat back in his chair and turned it toward the window. He sat like that for a couple of minutes then turned around and pressed a button on his phone and the secretary answered. "Yes Mr. Meyers?" "Ms. Randall, would you please begin preparing divorce papers to be served on Mrs. Lisa Jackson. I will provide you with all of the pertinent information as soon as Mr. Jackson and I are finished. When he said divorce it scared me. In spite of everything that had happened I really hadn't thought about divorce yet. Mr. Meyers began speaking and brought my attention back to the matter at hand. He said, "First we have to serve your wife with divorce papers. Then we can get a court order to prevent her from spending any of the money she took from your bank accounts until a settlement is reached." I said, "Divorce? I hadn't thought about that possibility." "Unless we serve her with divorce papers there is no way we can get any of your money back. At best we will probably only recover half. The divorce settlement will probably award her the other half." I said, "What about the Lexus. The car is only a couple of months old. Does she get to keep it?" "Yes and no." "What do you mean yes and no?" "Well the car is in her name and you have your own car. So she will get to keep the car but because she is also the one who signed the loan papers, she also is the one responsible for paying for it. So chances are she can't afford to keep the car now. She will have to sell it or it will be repossessed." "Won't her boy friend help her pay for it so she can keep it." "It is my experience in cases like this that the boy friend will only be around long enough to get all of your wife's money then he will dump her." I said, "What?" Mr. Meyers said, "This guy spots your wife pulling into the parking lot at a trendy watering hole driving a Lexus. So he makes a point of meeting her inside. It doesn't take him long to see that she is might be an easy mark because she doesn't get out much. So he works her. I don't know exactly how the game goes but these guys know all the right things to say to a woman to turn their heads around. Then once he has your wife hooked he convinces her to leave you for him. He tells her that when you find out about them you will take all of the savings and she won't get a dime of what is rightfully hers. So she empties the joint accounts. The next step is to get your wife put the money into his savings account. He tells her she doesn't need her money because he has plenty and he will take care of her. It may sound pretty lame but it works." "Are you saying I may have lost my wife to a con artist?" "That's about it. Once she catches on to what happened to her she will probably come back to you and ask to be forgiven. What you do then is up to you." "I can't believe that creep would do all that for just $25,000." "I'm sure he thought there was more. Here is the important thing, if he thinks your wife will get more in the divorce settlement he'll hang around until then and try to get his hands on that money too. Our job now is to convince him there is more money so he will hang around. We need to keep him here for our end game." I asked, "What do you mean end game?" "Did you know that in North Carolina you can sue for alienation of affection?" "What does that mean exactly?" "If you have a solid marriage and some third party comes along and causes the marriage to break up, like Bob did, that person can be sued for alienation of affection, and that's what we are going to do to Bob. We will get him for court cost, my fee, your $25,000 and a penalty the size of which will depend on whether he settles out of court or not. That's why we need to keep him around, so we can investigate him to see if he has done this sort of thing before. If we can show that he has done this before we could end up with a very nice settlement." "How are you going to investigate him, I don't know even know his name or where he lives?" "Don't worry about that, I will take care of it. This is important. I don't want you talking to your wife, Bob or any attorneys that may be representing them. You refer anything to do with the divorce to me. You wife's attorneys will be trying to get financial information. We want them to think you have some money stashed without telling any lies. That will keep our friend Bob hanging around. Do you understand all this now?" "Not completely, but I will figure it all out and in the mean time I'll keep my mouth shut." Mr. Meyers said, "Good. Then if you don't have any questions we'll get the paper work taken care of and you can stop back tomorrow to sigh the papers." That concluded the meeting. I left Mr. Meyers office not feeling better but feeling that at least I will get some measure of revenge for the pain I was in. Lisa would lose her car because she can't afford it, Bob will not only not get the $25,000 he may lose more than that out of his own pocket before this is all over. The problem was I still missed Lisa and would probably take her back. Things started slowly at first. Lisa got served the divorce papers about a week after my meeting with Mr. Meyers. I thought maybe she would call me but she didn't. Another couple of weeks went by before I got a call from Lisa's lawyer. He said he just had a few simple questions he wanted to ask me. I referred him to Mr. Meyers. It was over a month later that Mr. Meyers called me with some news. He said, "I have two items of interest to you. The first is that yesterday we served papers to one Robert Devers, naming him as the principal defendant in an Alienation of Affection law suit. The second item is that we found two woman who are willing to testify that Mr. Devers broke up there marriages with promises that he would marry them then he took off with their money. To put things simply I think our Mr. Devers is toast." Two days later Lisa called me. When I heard her voice I thought she might be calling to ask if she could come home. Instead, in a very angry tone, she said, "How could you be so petty. Are you trying to destroy my happiness. This lawsuit against Bob is just for revenge. Stop acting like a child and stop this suit now. Why do you want to hurt me?" I responded, "Why do I want to hurt you? That's a funny thing to ask me. I am not doing this to hurt you. I'm doing it to hurt that piece of shit Devers. I think very soon you are going to realize who's the real bad guy in this mess." I could hear Lisa beginning to cry on the phone then she said, "You bastard" and slammed the phone down. One month later I was sitting in a meeting room with Mr. Meyers and the attorney representing Bob Devers. Devers didn't bother to come to the meeting. Anyway, under the advice of his attorney, Devers settled out of court. The settlement paid Mr. Meyers fee and gave me $50,000. When the meeting was over and I was thanking Mr. Meyers for his help I tried to make a joke by saying "I guess I lost a wife and gained $25000. Under the circumstances it may have been a fair trade." I found that I couldn't laugh at my own joke. On the way out to my car I thought about Lisa. I figured that by now she must know about Devers. After all I made sure to send her a copy of the affidavits of the two women who were willing to testify against him. I felt sorry for her but she brought it on herself. I wondered if she would try to call me or would she be so ashamed of how foolish she was that she wouldn't have the nerve to call. I hoped that she would even if I didn't know what I would do about it. I decided that if I didn't hear from her a few weeks then I would call her and see how she was doing. It was three weeks later that Lisa called me and asked if we could get together for a drink. I thought for just a moment of saying I wasn't ready to talk to her yet, but that would have been a lie. I made a date for the following night. I picked Lisa up at her apartment and went to a quiet bar we used to go to when we wanted to talk. It was awkward at first. We talked about the weather, how bad is that?. Finally Lisa said, " I am so sorry about all this. I can't believe I was so stupid. How could I have been taken in by that con man? I feel terrible that this happened. I never wanted to hurt you but I was so confused by everything that was happening to me I didn't know what I was doing. Do you think that you can ever forgive me." There it was. The big question. Perhaps the most important question of my life and I didn't have the answer. All I could say was "Maybe, we'll see." I decided that I was too uncomfortable to talk about all this right then so I changed the subject. I asked her what she was doing at work. Lisa seemed relieved with the change of subject and we were soon chatting like we use too every night when we got home from work. When I took Lisa home she invited me in for a cup of coffee. I knew I should go home but I agreed to a quick cup of coffee. Once inside the apartment Lisa started talking about how stupid she was to ruin a great marriage and hurt me the way she did, then she started crying. I couldn't help myself. I went to her and put my arms around her and told her everything was going to be all right. As I held her and rocked back and forth I kissed her on the cheek. Then I kissed her again and before I knew it our lips were locked in a kiss that released all the built up tension I had felt since the evening began. As I continued kissing Lisa I ran my hands down over her back and cupped her buttocks and pulled her into me. Lisa responded with what almost sounded like a purr. Suddenly Lisa pulled away from me. I thought she had suddenly decided that we shouldn't be doing this, but she surprised me. Lisa dropped to her knees in front of me and began to open my pants. I didn't say a word and I didn't move. Soon Lisa had my growing erection in her hands. She looked at it then ran her tongue across the head of my cock and said, not to me but to my cock, "I've missed you" Then she took about half of my cock into her mouth and began giving me one of her best blow jobs. It wasn't long before she had me nearly ready to climax. At that point Lisa got up and lead me into her bedroom. She helped me out of my clothes then slowly removed her own clothes as she stood in front of me. Once she was totally naked she got on the bed with me and positioned herself so that she could continue sucking my cock while I gave her oral pleasure. When she had me near climax again she turned around and kissed me on the mouth. We kissed passionately for a while then I began kissing and sucking on her breasts. Finally Lisa whispered in my ear "Fuck me. I want to feel your beautiful cock inside me. I want you to give me a big fucking orgasm." I thought I was already hot but her words made me even hotter. I got between Lisa's legs and pushed my cock between her well lubricated lips and deep inside her pussy. I began stroking furiously and soon had Lisa screaming in orgasm just before my own climax. As I continued pushing my pulsing cock into Lisa without thinking I said, "I love you." As soon as I heard myself say the words I cringed. Why did I say that? Did I mean it? Lisa didn't say anything she just kissed me again and held me tight against her. When Lisa relaxed her grip on me I decided I had better leave. It was bad enough that I had told her that I loved her I certainly could not spend the night. That would send the wrong message. I can't just put all this behind me that easily. Lisa wanted me to stay but I went home anyway. On the way home I was in a panic. Is this what I had hoped would happen? Am I so eager to get back to my former life that I will just forget about what Lisa did to me? I told myself that I had better slow down or I could just be setting both Lisa and myself up for a disaster. Our divorce was going to be final in about a week. Did I need to stop the proceedings or go through with the divorce. With all that on my mind I didn't sleep much that night. Who Needs Humiliation Ch. 05 Chapter 5: Dating The next morning I decided two things. First, I wasn't going to rush into anything with Lisa. I couldn't let the divorce deadline dictate my behavior toward Lisa, I was going to take my time and make the right decisions. Second, I was going to try and concentrate on my career to make up for lost time. This would keep my mind occupied during this painful period so that I wouldn't constantly be thinking about things Lisa did with Bob. I talked it over with Lisa and she agreed we should take it slow. We began dating. I would see her two sometimes three times a week for dinner or a movie and most often sex. We were having sex more now than we had been having before our problem. The divorce became final and we both decided that was okay. Things seemed to be going fine. I got a promotion at work and Lisa accepted that I had to travel occasionally. Then one evening Lisa called me and said that she was going on a date with another man. I objected but Lisa said, "After all we are not married anymore and I think we both need to date other people to make sure that if and when we get together permanently it is right for both of us. I didn't want her to date other men but I could tell from the resolve in her voice that she was going to do it whether I agreed or not. I asked her if she was going to have sex with him and she said she didn't know. So, Lisa began dating other men. Not often, once or twice a month but I still didn't like it. At least she didn't seem to date the same guy more than once or twice. She wouldn't tell me if she was having sex with them. She said that what she did on her dates was none of my business. I tried to get her to stop but she just said, "If you want me you are just going to have to wait till I am ready to go back to being monogamous." Finally I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to know if she was having sex with the men she was dating. I guessed that she was but I had to know for sure. On one of the nights that I knew she had a date I parked near her apartment after Lisa got home from work and waited for her date to arrive. At eight o'clock a car pulled up in front of Lisa's apartment. The guy who got out of the car looked to be about forty years old, five feet seven inches tall, maybe 160 pounds. Before he could get to the door Lisa came out and met him halfway to the car. Lisa kissed him then they walked to the car. Lisa's date opened the door for her and she got in. He walked around to the drivers side and got in. When they pulled away from the curb I followed them. They drove to a Mexican restaurant located in a shopping center and went inside. As soon as they were inside I went to pizza parlor next door to the Mexican restaurant and got a small pizza and two Cokes to go. I ate the Pizza in my car as I waited for Lisa and her date to finish their dinner. They came out of the restaurant about forty-five minutes later and I followed them as they drove to his house. The house was out of town in a subdivision where the houses are on large wooded lots. This allowed me to sneak up close to the house after Lisa and her date went in. When I got to a window where I could see in, Lisa and her date were standing in the living room kissing. The guy had his hands on Lisa's ass and was pulling the back of her skirt up to expose her the black satin panties that covered Lisa's sexual playground. What I was watching was making me both angry and aroused at the same time. As I watched I kept thinking 'Why doesn't she stop him? Why is she letting him do that?' I wanted to go knock on the door and put a stop to this but I knew that if I did it would ruin any chance I had of getting back together with Lisa. Now he had his hands inside Lisa's panties massaging the hard rounded globes of her ass. This went on for only a short time then Lisa finally reached back and pulled his hands out of her panties. I was greatly relieved until Lisa dropped to her knees in front of him and fished his cock out of his pants. As soon as she had it in her hand she began stroking it as she watched it become erect. When it was nearly fully erect she slipped the head into her mouth and began giving her date one of the blow jobs that only I should be getting from her. It occurred to me that Lisa had really gotten into giving oral sex over the last few months Why was she behaving this way? What had happened that had changed her so much. And what had happened to me that would make me stand here and watch and do nothing to stop her. How could I still love this woman. I continued watching until I saw his seed spewing into Lisa's mouth. As I watched it begin to run down her chin drip down onto her blouse I decided I couldn't watch any more. I quickly went back to my car and drove home. When I talked to Lisa the next day I didn't say anything. I was so angry, but mostly with myself for tolerating that behavior. Well I was stuck. After all I loved her, didn't I? Things continued this way for another six months. At that time my manager told me I was scheduled to go to a month long class in Atlanta to get certified as a Technical Account Specialist. I had heard that this was a difficult class but I was sure I was ready and I thought it might do me good to get away from Lisa for a while. That night I took Lisa out to dinner and told her about the class. She was quiet for a few minutes then said, "This comes at a bad time. I just came to the decision that it was time I stop dating other men and make our relationship exclusive. I guess that will have to wait till you get back." What was that? An ultimatum? If I don't go to the class she stops dating other men now if I go to the class she continues to date other men until I get back and then what? I was pissed but I didn't let Lisa know. I said, "Well I am going to the class, you do what you have to do." The look on Lisa's face was great. I guess she never expected me to stand up to her. The next night Lisa went out on another date and continued dating up to and including the night before I had to go away. She showed up a my apartment the morning I had to leave for Atlanta. I was upset that she didn't go out with me the night before so I wasn't particularly friendly with her. As I carried my bags to the door I kissed Lisa on the cheek and said, "I'll see you in a month. Lisa said, "Is that all you're going to say?" "What else is there to say. I am not happy with the way things are, we'll talk about it when I get back. Maybe I'll start dating other people too." I think that last comment got to Lisa. She just flashed her eyes at me and said, "Well maybe you should" and walked out of the apartment. Later, sitting on the plane on the way to Atlanta I decided that I should try dating other women. Nothing serious. Just some fun and sex. I had seen the list of attendees for the class I was going to and knew that there were ten women in the class. I decided that I was going to do everything I could to get at least one of them into bed with me. Who Needs Humiliation Ch. 06 Chapter 6: Let the Games Begin On Monday morning, the first day of class I milled around the until everyone was in the room. I checked out all of the women. Of the ten three were in the mid to late fifties, three more were very much over weight, two of the remaining four were in their twenties and both wearing wedding rings. The last two were early thirties and attractive. One of then was blonde, about five feet five inches tall, big breasts and beautiful blue eyes. The other was brunette, five feet nine inches tall, average size breasts with a nice shape, and dark brown eyes. When the two of them sat down there was a chair between them which I quickly took for myself. The first thing the class instructor did was have everyone stand up and introduce themselves to the class. During the introductions I found out that the blonde's name was Kathy and the brunette's name was Carla. Every chance I got I tried to strike up a conversation with either Kathy or Carla. Kathy was very friendly and seemed like a good prospect to be a sexual conquest for me. Carla, on the other hand, wasn't very receptive at all. She answered my questions with one word answers and seemed to resent my very presents in the room. Once all of the introductions were done the instructor explained the course plan. He said that the course was split into three sections. Each section was made up of lectures and a team project. At the end of each section the team project would be reviewed by the whole class and then there would be a test consisting of 150 questions. In order to earn our certification at the end of the class we had to pass all three section tests. In order to pass a test it would be necessary to get a score of 80% or better. That is 120 of the 150 questions had to be answered correctly. The next thing the instructor did was to divide the class into five teams of five. As luck would have it Kathy and Carla were both on my team. The first section of the course was a week and a half long. We spent half a day in lectures and the second half of the day and part of the evening working on the team project. Whenever I got the chance I continued working on both Carla and Kathy. Kathy because I figured she would be easy to get into bed and Carla because she didn't seem to like me and I wanted to either change that or find out why. On that first Friday night the class members got together in the hotel bar for drinks. As it got later class members began heading off to their rooms. By eleven o'clock it was just Kathy, Carla and myself. For a short moment I had the fantasy of a threesome dance through my head but then Carla threw cold water on me. Carla got up and announced she was headed to her room to read. Then as if it was an after thought she said, "Kathy, watch out for this guy. I think he wants to get into your pants." Talk about being deflated. I had no come back for that. I tried to laugh it off but I don't think it sounded sincere. When Carla had gone Kathy looked at me and said, "Actually I was kind of hoping you'd want to get in my pants. If I go another night with out sex I think I'll scream." Kathy and I finished our drinks and I followed her up to her room. The closer we got to her room the more nervous I got. I hadn't had sex with anyone other than Lisa in over nine years and I wasn't sure how to get started. As soon as we were in the room Kathy kicked off her shoes and removed her slacks which she folded over the back of a chair then she began unbuttoning her blouse. While she was removing her blouse she said, "Why don't you get out of you clothes so we can have some fun." I quickly stripped and got on the bed with Kathy who was wearing just her bra and panties. She said, "I always like the man to remove my bra and panties for me." Kathy got on top of me and we began kissing. As we kissed I reached around behind her and unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders. Her breasts were big and beautiful. I began licking, kissing and teasing her nipples and Kathy seemed to be enjoying every minute of it. Kathy had started off being playful but I could tell be her breathing that she was getting very much aroused so I rolled her off of me and began kissing my way down over her flat stomach until I reached the elastic waist of her panties. Then I moved my face between her legs and nuzzled my nose into the gusset of her panties and inhaled the scent of her sex. I pulled the gusset aside with my fingers and buried my tongue inside her dripping wet pussy. Oddly I found myself noticing a difference between the taste of Kathy's pussy and Lisa's. I guess I had just never thought that there would be a difference in taste. Not better or worse, just different. After I brought Kathy to orgasm orally I got her up on her hands and knees and I got behind her. Kathy reached between her legs to guide my cock into her slippery canal, I began with long slow strokes and just enjoyed the sensation of her pussy wrapped around my hard cock. I was just beginning to pick up speed when the phone rang. Without pulling away from me Kathy reached out, picked up the phone and answered it. "Hello... Hi Honey.... I'm kinda busy right now can I call you back in an hour?..... What do you think I'm doing?.... Well yea, we're right in the middle.... Yes, yes... I'll call you when he leaves and tell you all about it..... Okay... I love you too. Bye bye...." I couldn't believe my ears. Kathy had just told her boyfriend or husband that she was having sex with me and said she would call him back and tell him all about it. Before I could fully react to this Kathy pushed back against my cock and said, "Don't stop, I was almost ready to cum." I began pumping her harder and soon we both had an orgasm. When I was done I dropped down on the bed beside Kathy and looked at her. I guess she knew what I was thinking. She said, "That was my husband. I'll have to call him back later. She had the face of innocence. She obviously didn't feel any guilt that she was cheating on her husband. I asked, "Doesn't it upset him to know that your having sex with another man?" Kathy said, "No, not as long as he knows about it and I tell him all the details. I love my husband but I enjoy having sex with other men and her likes me to tell him about it." "Does he fool around too?" "No. He is happy just to share me. It works for both of us. Is this a problem for you?" I said, "No, it's not a problem it's just something new to me." I rolled onto my back and began to wonder what it would be like to have your wife describe her sexual adventures with other men to you. I wasn't able to think about this for very long because Kathy had started sucking my cock and the sensation made it impossible to think about anything else. Kathy looked up at me and let my cock slip from her mouth and said, "I don't consider it a successful evening of sex unless I take at least one load in the mouth." Then she went back to work on my cock. I couldn't believe how quickly she had me ready to climax. I held off as long as I could but in the end Kathy got her mouthful." Afterward I felt a little awkward. I didn't know if she expected me to go down on her sticky cum filled pussy, which I didn't want to do or if she wanted me to leave, which I did want to do. Kathy answered the unasked question for me. "Well I guess I better call my husband now. I'll talk to you tomorrow." After her summary dismissal I dressed and went back to my room. I spent the next hour reviewing what had just happened. The sex with Kathy was great but I wasn't comfortable with the whole idea of her telling her husband about her sex with other men. The whole concept was new to me. After a while I thought about calling Lisa, but somehow I just didn't feel like talking to her right then. Was it guilt or something else? If it was guilt I wasn't aware in any conscious way that I felt guilty so it must have been something else. Saturday morning I decided that I didn't want to have anymore involvement with Kathy, but I didn't know how to get out of it without making things uncomfortable in class. When I left her room Friday night Kathy had said, "I'll talk to you tomorrow." Did she mean that she expected us to get together again and how much time did she expect to spend with me. My mind was spinning. How was I going to get out of this? I dressed and left the hotel early that morning and went sightseeing around Atlanta. I went to the Underground and walked around the shops and had lunch at 'Hooters', foods not great but the scenery is nice. By the time I got back to the hotel it was three o'clock in the afternoon. I went up to the room and called Lisa. When she answered the phone Lisa Said, "Oh, so you finally decided to call me. You've been gone a week and this is the first time you've called me. Are you mad at me?" I said, "No, I am not mad at you. It has been a busy week. We have been studying and working on our class projects late every night and when I get back to my room I am too tired to call you only to find out you're not home. So rather than having to think about you being out with other men I don't call." "Don't be jealous. You know I love you." "Ya know, that's the sad part of this whole thing is that I do believe you love me but that doesn't help me much when I know your in bed with another man." "Let's not fight." "Who's fighting. I am just telling you how I feel." "Okay then. Let's change the subject. How is the class going? Have you passed your certification test yet?" I said, "No. There are three test and we take the first one on Wednesday." After that the conversation was pretty mundane. Lisa talked about work. I told her about my trip to the Underground and she told me about a movie she went to Friday night. I didn't ask her who she went to the movie with and she didn't volunteer that information. At the end of the call Lisa asked me when I would call again. I told her I would call her after I got the results of the first test Thursday night. Then I told her I loved her and said good night. At seven o'clock I decided to go down to the bar and have a drink before going to eat in the hotel restaurant. When I walked into the bar the first person I saw was Kathy. She was coming out of the ladies room and almost bumped into me. There was no way to avoid her now. Kathy gave me a big smile and took my arm and said, "David, where have you been all day?" My first though was that I was going to be in trouble but I didn't know what kind or how to get out of it. I said, "I was restless so I went sightseeing." "Come on over to the table and have a drink and you can tell us what you saw." Kathy took me by the arm and lead me to a table in the back of the bar. Sitting there was Carla and another classmate named Bill. I though to myself 'Great, Kathy is setting up a double date for us. What could be worse than to go out with a woman you don't want to be with and have another woman along that doesn't like you. This was not going to be a fun evening. When we got to the table Kathy quickly slipped into the chair next to Bill and slipped her arm through his and said, "Bill and I are going out to eat at an Italian restaurant near here do you two want to come with us?" Carla and I looked at each other and we both started to make excuses why we couldn't go with Kathy and Bill at the same time. Kathy didn't seem to notice our discomfort and just said, "Well, we are going to have one more drink then go. If you change your mind you're welcome to come with us." I just smiled at Kathy and gave a little shake of the head to say 'no thanks'. Carla didn't say anything. She just sat holding her drink on the table with both hands while she looked around the room. I recognized the move. When you don't have anything to say to the people your with you pretend to be interested in your surroundings. That way you have an excuse not to look at anybody. When the cocktail waitress came over Bill and I ordered beer and Kathy and Carla ordered wine. While we waited for our drinks Kathy asked me where I had gone sightseeing. When I said that I had gone to the Underground Kathy said that she wanted to see that and asked Carla if she would like to go down there the next day. Carla said that she would. Then Kathy asked what I had done there I said that I just looked around in the shops and had lunch. Then Kathy asked me where I had lunch. I had to laugh before I said it, knowing the reaction I would get from the girls "I had lunch at Hooters." Carla said, "Hooters? That figures." Bill and Kathy started laughing. I said, "What's so funny. I go there for the Beef Wellington and they happen to have an excellent wine list." Bill and Kathy were laughing harder now but Carla just looked at me for a few seconds with a blank expression on her face then she looked away. Just before she looked away I noticed that she was fighting to keep a smile from appearing on her face. I guess she decided it was funny but wasn't going to give me the satisfaction of letting me see her smile. After that our drinks came and our conversation turned to the class and the upcoming test. We all agreed to study together for the test then the subject changed to movies, then sports, then politics and many other topics. During this time I noticed that the only time Carla joined in the conversation with all of us was when we were talking about the class. The rest of the time she would talk to Kathy but she didn't say much to Bill and she said nothing to me. I wondered why she seemed to dislike me so much and I decided to make it a goal to find out why. Later as I was returning from a trip to the men's room I ran into Kathy on her way to the ladies room. She grabbed my arm and stopped me and said, "Don't get the wrong idea about this. I had a great time with you last night but the deal I have with my husband is that I don't date anyone more than once in a short period of time. That way no problem attachments occur. You know what I mean?" I said, "Yes. I definitely understand. My feelings aren't hurt." What I really wanted to say was 'Thank God'. When Kathy returned from her journey to the comfort station Bill got up and said that they had better get going so that they wouldn't have to wait to long to get a table. Kathy turned to Carla and said, "I'll call you tomorrow about going to the Underground" and then turned to me and said, "See you in class Monday." As we watched Bill and Kathy leave I wondered how long it would take Carla to make an excuse and leave. When the door closed behind Kathy I turned to Carla and said, "Alone at last." Carla didn't respond but I could tell she was getting ready to leave and I suddenly wanted her to stay. I wanted to find out why she disliked me so much and was it just me or men in general. I knew I couldn't just ask that question so I asked her a question about the class. "So, how do you think this test will be broken down. What part of the material we have covered do you think will be hit hardest on the test?" That was the right question. For the next hour Carla and I had a very friendly discussion about the class. In the middle of the discussion I suggested that we move the conversation into the restaurant and Carla agreed. As we talked I became aware of just how attractive Carla was. Her big dark brown eyes could warm a man's heart. Her arms looked as though she worked out. All of her body movements were graceful and she was not self-conscious when she moved or spoke. Her voice was pleasant to listen to and I got the impression that if she wanted to she could probably sing very nicely. I had noticed earlier as we walked from the bar to the restaurant that Carla had a sexy shape from behind. Her buttocks were firm and nicely rounded but as she was wearing pants I couldn't see her legs but I just knew they would be as great as the rest of the package. It became apparent by the time we finished dinner that there wasn't much more to say about the class work, our team project or the upcoming test. I didn't want Carla to leave yet so I decided to asked the question that was on my mind. "At the risk of making you a little uncomfortable I would like to ask you a question that's been bothering me since we met the first day of class. I get the distinct impression that you don't think much of me and I would like to know why?" "This is a mystery to you? You walk in the first day of class take a quick look around the room and decide that you are going to seduce Kathy and me. It was so obvious. No sooner than you sat down with us you start trying to get a conversation with whichever one of us will talk to you. While the class introductions are going on your hitting on us." "I was just trying to make friends. If I have to be here a month I want to have some frineds." "When a married man selects the two women in the class who are not over fifty, under twenty-five, or over 200 pounds to make friends with he is obviously on the make. Most men make friends with the other men in a group first." I said, "I'm not married." "You're not? Then why are you wearing a wedding ring?" I looked down at my left hand and saw my wedding band. I was a little stunned to realize that I had never taken my ring off after the divorce was finalized. I wasn't aware that I was still wearing the ring. I didn't know what to say about it. "I'm divorced. Been divorced for about six months. I looked at the ring and said I guess some old habits die hard." "Divorced huh? Is the ring part of your game or is it some Freudian thing, like, maybe you subconsciously want your wife back?" Part of my game? Freudian? What did she mean? Then it struck me that maybe there was something to the idea that I was wearing the ring because I want Lisa back. After all, I did want Lisa back. I said, "I don't know. Maybe your right, maybe it is Freudian." "Why'd your wife leave you? Did she find out you were cheating on her? Were you abusive?" I don't know why but I ended up telling Carla the whole story about what happened with Lisa. How she ran off with Devers, how Devers turned out to be a con man, everything. I even admitted that I had targeted Kathy and her as women I wanted to have an affair with. I guess I thought that when Carla knew everything that she would be a little more sympathetic toward me. "Oh you poor baby. Your wife ran off with another guy. So what now? Am I supposed to fuck you because I feel sorry for you or because you're such a hot lover. Oh wait, your wife left you for another man, I guess that means you're not such a hot lover. Well I don't give sympathy fucks." She couldn't have hit me harder if she used a baseball bat. I said, "What gives you the right to talk to me that way. What did I ever do to you?" "I got the right on the first day of class when you started having sexual fantasies about me. Tell me something, what were you thinking when I introduced myself to the class Monday morning. It doesn't matter if you tell me the truth or not because you know the truth and you know that I am right about you." I said, "Okay, you want to know what I was thinking?" I decided to tell her exactly what I remembered thinking as I watched her introduce herself. "As I watched you talking about yourself I imagined how nice it would be to have my cock in your mouth." I hoped that my answer would shock her but it didn't. She replied, "I hope you have a good imagination because that fantasy will never become a reality." I asked, "Do you hate all men this much or just me?" "Now what? You think I'm a lesbian because only a lesbian could resist your manly charms?" I said, "That's not what I was thinking but maybe that is the answer. Your jealous because I slept with Kathy last night and you wanted her for yourself." Who Needs Humiliation Ch. 06 Carla looked at me and said, "You really are full of shit." Then she got up and left. After Carla left I sat for a minute trying to understand what had happened. I felt as though I had been in a fight and lost badly. Not only did I lose but I don't know if I landed any punches at all. My curiosity as to why Carla didn't like me had turned into a hatred of her. I wanted to get even for the rotten things she said to me. I was determined to find a way to get to her and upset her as much as she had upset me. I went back to my room, thought about calling Lisa, decided not to and went to bed. Who Needs Humiliation Ch. 07 Chapter 7: The Games Continue On Monday Carla was no more friendly or unfriendly then she had been since the first day of class. She would talk to me about work but nothing else. I had noticed one thing that day. During the lecture portion of class that morning anytime I answered a question or made a comment in class I could see that it bothered Carla. She seldom spoke in class. I wondered if she was having trouble keeping up with the class work. That evening when everyone came down to the bar for drinks I noticed that Kathy was with another of the male students. I wondered if her plan was to fuck her way through all of the male students. I had to laugh to myself when I thought that Kathy had better slow down. Being as there are only fifteen men in the class, at the rate she was going Kathy would have fucked them all and still have two more weeks of class left. I am not sure why this happened, perhaps somehow I willed it to happen, but again as the other students left to go to dinner I ended up alone with Carla. She looked at me and said, "Oh great, I'm stuck with you again?" I decided not to sit there and trade barbs with her but one thought came to mind so I hit her with it and got up to leave. "You know I'm still not sure if you're a lesbian or not but I think I know why you don't like me. I'm smarter than you and it's driving you crazy. Your pissed because this stuff comes so easy to me and you have to work so hard and you can't keep up." The look on her face was priceless. My being smarter may not be why she disliked me and probably wasn't but my saying it really pissed her off. Her face got red and when she opened her mouth to speak I could here the anger in her words. "Smarter than me? Your not even close buddy. I was smarter ten years ago than you are now." I just laughed and said, "Nice come back." Then she shot back, "Well if you think you're so much smarter than me how about a little wager?" "What kind of wager?" "A wager on who gets a better score on Wednesday's test." I said, "Your on. How much?" "Oh let's not bet money. Let's say that if I win I get to make you do something you won't want to do and if you win you can make me do something I won't want to do." That sounded good to me. I would find a way to humiliate her. That's what I wanted. I said, "Okay, what do you have in mind." "I don't have anything in mind yet. How bout we think about it tonight and you write down what you would have me do if I lose and I 'll write down what I want you to do if you lose then we'll get together tomorrow to complete the wager. Oh, this has to be between us. No one else can be involve in the wager. Agreed?" "Agreed." That night back in my room I sat trying to come up with something I could make Carla do that would be humiliating to her. Not being able to bring others in on the wager made it more difficult. Then it hit me and I wrote it down. The next evening after dinner I met Carla in the bar. I couldn't wait to see the expression on her face when she saw my wager. Even if she refused the wager I would at least get some satisfaction for making her back down. When we sat down Carla put two envelopes on the table. I asked what the envelopes were for and Carla said, "You put your wager in one envelope and I'll put mine in the other, then we'll seal them." While I watched her Carla slipped a piece of paper into her envelope and licked the envelope and sealed it. Then we both dripped wax from the candle on the table onto the envelopes. I pressed my thumb into the wax on my envelope and Carla did the same with hers. Carla took my envelope and handed me hers and said, "The envelopes art to stay sealed until we get our test results or the bet is off agreed? I nodded my head. "We'll get together here Thursday evening with the test results. When we do the loser will open their envelope and have to do whatever the winner wrote on the slip of paper inside. Did you understand all of that or do I need to explain it again." On Wednesday after the test I was feeling pretty good. I felt that I had done really well. I was confident that I had not only passed the test but that I had a very good score and I was sure that I had beaten Carla. I had finished the test before she did and when I looked at her on my way out of the room she looked like she was struggling to get through the test. I went back to my room and called Lisa. I told Lisa about the test and that I felt that I had done really well and she said she was happy for me. Then Lisa said that she had some news for me. she said, "I think I am ready to make our relationship exclusive. No more dating other men. I'm ready to settle down with you. We'll talk about it more about this when you get home." That was good news but didn't have the impact I would have expected. I told her that was great news and that I couldn't wait to get home and make love to her. We talked for a little while longer then said our good byes. I turned out the light and laid back thinking about how Carla was gong to react when she opened her envelope and saw what she was going to have to do. I wasn't going to force her to pay off. Just making her beg her way out would give me satisfaction. At the end of the class day Thursday the instructor passed out computer printouts of our test results. I scored 137 out of 150. That was even better than I had thought. I was very pleased with myself. Carla and I met in the bar at six o'clock to settle the bet. She was the first to speak. "Well, how bad did you do?" I handed her my printed score sheet. Carla studied it for a while. I could see her tense up, then she threw the paper on the table and said, "Shit! You won." I wanted to ask her what her score was but I was enjoying the pained look on her face so I didn't say anything. When the cocktail waitress came over I ordered a beer and Carla ordered a double martini. Then she turned to me and asked, "Do you mind if we wait till we get our drinks before we open the envelope?" "That's fine. I can wait." On the outside I was calm but on the inside I couldn't wait for her to open that envelope. When the drinks came Carla said, "Show me your envelope first. I want to make sure you didn't open it." I showed her the sealed envelope. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out the envelope I had given her. Without looking at me she tore the envelope open and pulled out the enclosed piece of paper. Carla unfolded the paper and read it. I watched her face waiting for the big reaction but all I got was a short glance in my direction and she said, "A blow job? Well that figures." No arguments, no whining just 'Well that figures'. I couldn't believe it didn't get a bigger reaction out of her. After a moment Carla said, "When do you want to collect?" "Tonight?" "Right now?" I said, "No, after we have dinner." Carla said, "Look, this piece of paper says 'Blow Job". It doesn't say anything about dinner, or drinks, or kissing or anything else. So you'll get your blow job and that's all. I expect you to bathe first. Call me when your ready and I'll come to your room. As for right now the less you talk to me the better." I said, "All right." and sat quietly and drank my beer. When I had finished the beer Carla was still sipping her martini. I got up and said I am going to eat. I'll call you around 8:30." Carla didn't speak as I left. I was a little disappointed by her reaction but I figured that she was keeping her emotions under control because she didn't want to give me the satisfaction of a big reaction. But at least I was going to get a blow job. When I got back to my room after dinner I showered and dressed in just a bath robe and a pair of jockey shorts. Then I called Carla and told her I was ready. Her response was a simple "Okay." Five minutes later Carla was at the door. She was wearing baggy jeans and a sweat shirt. I couldn't help myself. I said, "You didn't have to get all dressed up on my account." Carla didn't respond. She put her purse down on the dresser and went into the bathroom and came back with two hand towels. She looked at me and said, "Open the robe, take your shorts off and lay down on the bed." I did as she told me and Carla climbed on the bed so that her head was near my hips. My cock was just inches from her face now and was only very slightly aroused. Carla took my cock in her hand and stroked it a couple of times so that it was at least partially able to stand on its own then she just took in into her mouth. Her mouth felt great on my cock. I had to look to see if the reality of this was as great as I had pictured it in my head on the first day of class. It wasn't. While Carla's technique was excellent and it felt wonderful the look on her face was as if she was watching a boring movie. It was obvious her mind was somewhere else. Rather that worry about that I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. In spite of her lack of enthusiasm she gave me a fantastic blow job and I soon felt myself building toward orgasm. I thought about warning Carla that my climax was beginning but decided to surprise her. I opened my eyes to watch her as the first pulses of my orgasm hit. Carla took it in stride. While she didn't swallow, she didn't let any of my semen escape from her mouth. She kept my cock in her mouth until me erection was completely gone. When she finally let my cock slip from her mouth she immediately grabbed one of the towels spit my load into it. Then she handed me the other towel and told me to clean myself up. Carla got up took her purse off the dresser and went into the bathroom. As I wiped the last of the cum off my cock I could hear Carla brushing her teeth in the bathroom. When she came out of the bathroom she said, "I want a chance to get even. Same deal for the next test?" I said, "Sure." Carla said, "I'll meet you in the bar tomorrow night to exchange wagers." Then she left. For the next week and a half leading up to the second test things were pretty much the same as the had been before the first test. Carla didn't like me any better, Kathy was still making her rounds through the men in the class, and after any student gathering in the bar somehow Carla and I would find ourselves alone together. Also during this period Lisa was talking more about how she wanted to start an exclusive relationship with me when I got back home. I didn't ask her but I assumed that meant that she was going to continue dating other men until I got home. Finally test two was history and I scored 139 out of 150. Even better that the first test. That night I met Carla in the bar again. And once again Carla had to admit defeat. When Carla opened the envelope she looked at me in disgust and said, "Blow job again? Couldn't you come up with something more original?" I just smiled at her and said, "I'll call you when I'm ready." Then I got up and left the bar. I called Carla at eight o'clock and she arrived at my door about ten minutes later. The routine was the same. She got towels out of the bathroom and had me strip and lie down on the bed. While Carla seemed to display even less enthusiasm than she did the last time, she still gave me a great blow job. This time when I shot my load it was a little more than Carla could handle and a small stream of semen ran down Carla's chin. When she had milked me dry she spit my load into the towel and wiped her chin off. Carla threw me the other towel as she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she came out of the bathroom I asked her "How do you do it?" "Do what?" "How do you give such great head while at the same time look like you are bored out of you mind.?" Carla smiled at me and said, "Well, if you really want to know.... it's none of your fucking business." Then she said, "We on for the last test?" I smiled at Carla and said, "I can always use another blow job. Yes, we're on for the last test." After Carla left I decided to change the wager for the last test. I got a piece of the hotel stationary and wrote: 'Carla, Since you have just lost for the third consecutive time I think I should get a better prize. Tonight you will go out to dinner with me, after which we will return to your room where you will do a strip tease for me. Once you are naked you will help me out of my clothes. After that you will suck my cock until I am fully erect then you will offer your pussy to me. At that point I will decide if I should give your pussy oral pleasure or not. We will end the evening with me fucking you until I climax inside your vagina. I hope you will enjoy this but even if you don't, I will.' After I finished writing the note I folded it up and sealed it inside a hotel envelope. The last week of class went by very fast. There was a lot of work to do and a lot of late nights of studying. The last test was to be held on Wednesday, then we were to spend Thursday and Friday presenting our last team projects. That last test was the hardest of all but I felt that I had done well again and I was looking forward to collecting my reward from Carla. At the end of the class day on Thursday we got our test scores back. I got 138 out of 150 again. I was very happy. I had not only earned my certification but I was going to fuck Carla the bitch. Carla didn't come to the bar right after class. I figured that she must be upset over her test score. Maybe she didn't pass. I tried not to care but I felt bad for her. She needed to be certified as much as I did so I knew how much she must be hurting if she failed. I decided that if it turned out that she failed the test I wouldn't try to collect my prize. I couldn't be that mean. Carla finally showed up at seven o'clock. She didn't appear to be upset which puzzled me. When she sat down she didn't speak to me until she had ordered her martini. Then she asked, "How did you do?" I dropped my score sheet in front of her and said, "138". Carla studied my score sheet for a moment then she looked and me and said, "That's a good score on that test." Then she handed me her score sheet. I couldn't believe my eyes. Calra had scored 142. She beat me. I was suddenly in a panic. I kept thinking 'She beat me. How could she have beaten me?' Carla didn't say another word until our drinks arrived. When the waitress set the drinks on the table Carla reached over and took my beer and handed me her martini and said, "You'll need this more than me." Then Carla told me to open my envelope. I opened the envelope and read the enclosed note. I had to read it twice to comprehend it's meaning. The note said, 'The following is the humiliation I have planned for you. Tomorrow night I have a date with a man. Before the evening is over I am going to have sex with my date. When I get back to my room after the date I will call you and you will come to my room. Once there you will get on your knees in front of me. I will instruct you to lift my skirt and remove my panties. When you have my panties off I will instruct you to begin licking and sucking and otherwise cleaning the mess from the sex I had with my date . You will continue eating my until I tell you to stop, at which time you will leave my room. After that you and I will have no further contact. Do you have any questions?' I was disgusted. Eat another man's cum out of her pussy? Carla the bitch got me again. I said, "Wait a minute. In our original agreement you said that no one else was to be involved in our wager." I didn't think this would work but I had to try. Carla came back with "My date will have nothing to do with the wager. He will never know anything about it. So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow night." Carla was all smiles as she got up and left the table. I couldn't help but notice that she was very beautiful when she smiled but she was still a bitch. As Carla left the bar I noticed that she hadn't touched the beer so I drank it, then I started on the martini. As I sipped the martini I thought about what Carla had planned for me. At first I was mad. How could she expect me to do that? That was really low. As I got farther into the martini I calmed down. I was thinking that I only made her give me a couple of blow jobs. Then It struck me. I came in her mouth twice and she had to deal with that. Was this really going to be that much different. It wouldn't kill me. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of trying to back out of the wager. By the time I finished the martini I was starting to look forward to the idea of seeing Carla lift her skirt in front of me. Then I was going to get to remove her panties. The only negative was that her pussy would be full of cum, but I could live with that. And besides, after this I would never have to see her again. Saturday morning I would be flying home to renew my relationship with Lisa. When I left the bar I went to the mall connected to the hotel to find a place to eat. After a good steak dinner I wandered around the mall for a while. As I passed by a Victoria's Secret I saw a sexy black bra and panty set in the window and thought I would go in and buy it for Lisa. I ended up buying the bra and panties and a pair of black thigh high stockings to go with them. I was on my way up to my room when a sudden impulsive idea struck me. I didn't even take a minute to think it over to decide if it was a good idea or not. I got off the elevator on the floor below mine and went down the hall to Carla's room. When she answered my knock she looked very surprised to see me. "Wh.. What are you doing here?" I said, "I'd just like to talk to you for one minute, can I come in." Carla stepped back and held the door open for me. I walked in and sat on one of the two chairs she had in her room. Carla came over and sat in the other chair. I hadn't planned what I was going to say so I just began talking and hoped that it would come out right. "Carla, I just wanted to apologize for the way I have behaved over the last four weeks. I guess we got off on the wrong foot and I think that was my fault." Carla said, "I hope you're not just saying this to try and get out of paying off on our wager." I said, "No, I am not trying to get out of anything. I have every intention of paying my debt. It's just that I would hope that in the future, if you ever think of me, you will remember me as I am right now and not for the all of the nasty things I said to you." Then I handed her the bag from Victoria's Secret. Carla looked at the bag and said, "What's this?" I said, "It's a peace offering." Carla reached inside the bag and pulled out the panties, bar and stockings. "Why are you giving me lingerie? What are you up too?" I could hear the suspicion growing in her voice. I said, "I am just as surprised that I did this as you. I was walking through the mall and I saw these in Victoria's Secret and thought they would be perfect for your date tomorrow night. I thought that having something new and sexy to wear might help heighten your enjoyment of your evening. Normally I don't go around buying lingerie for women but I think our circumstances are unique. I hope you can accept this gift the way it was intended. There is no hidden message, no ulterior motive. Just a peace offering. Carla said, "I don't know what to say?" "That's okay. I'll leave now and wait for you call tomorrow night. Enjoy your date." Carla didn't get up as I left, she just sat staring at the gift I had given her. As I left the room I actually felt good. I guess I just didn't want to feel like the bad guy in all this. If Carla couldn't find a way to say 'Thank you' or 'I'm sorry too' I would understand. At least then I could still think of her as Carla the bitch. All day Friday Carla stayed as far away from me as possible. I kept sneaking peeks in her direction but never caught her looking toward me. I kept looking around the room trying to figure out who Carla was going out with that night but I couldn't spot anything that would give that away. After class I thought about sitting in the lobby and waiting for Carla to come through to see who she was going out with, but I decided not to and went to my room to call Lisa. Who Needs Humiliation Ch. 07 When I got Lisa on the phone she said that she was glad that I called. She had something she wanted to discuss with me. This made me a little nervous because I had no idea of what to expect. Lisa said, "Remember I said that I was ready to stop dating other men now? Well next Friday I have my last date." Last date? Next Friday? What the hell is she talking about? I said, "Lisa, What do you mean by that?" "George, the guy I have been seeing while you've been away asked me if we could get together for one last time next Friday. Here's the thing. George would like you to join us. He wants to have a threesome. He said it would kind of be like a ceremonial ending of my relationship with him and the beginning of my being back with you." I could feel my stomach starting to knot up but I didn't want to say anything to start a fight so I just said, "And you answered what?" "I told him it sounded like a good idea to me but I would have to talk it over with you. If you really don't want to do it you don't have to go with us." I said, "Meaning that you are going with him whether I do or not?" "Well, yes. It's the last time. After that I am all yours for as long as you want me." I was in too big an emotional knot to talk about this anymore so I just said, "Can we wait and talk about this when I get home tomorrow? Then I changed the subject. At 12:30 AM I was watching a movie on HBO when the phone rang. It was Carla. "It's me. I'm ready for you now." Then she hung up. I went into the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror for a minute. I'm not sure what I was looking for. I guess I hoped the guy looking out at me would know the answers to all of my questions. But he looked just as stupid as me. All I could do was say "What a pathetic asshole you are." Then I left. It took me only a few minutes to get to Carla's room. As I knocked on the door I wondered what I would say to Carla but when she opened the door it was obvious from the look on her face that I was not expected to say anything. Carla turned and walked back into her room and I assumed that I was supposed to follow her, which I did. When Carla got to the bed she turned to face me. She didn't say anything so I took a moment to look her over. The first impression to hit me was that she looked sexy. Carla's shoulder length dark hair was pulled back into a French braid exposing an elegantly shaped neck. She was wearing a black spaghetti strap cocktail dress which showed off her smooth nicely toned arms and shoulders. The front of the dress was cut low enough to display just enough cleavage to subtly hint that she had very lovely breasts without obviously flaunting them. The bottom of the dress ended at mid-thigh accentuating Carla's long sexy legs which were encased in sexy black stockings. I was sure the stockings were the ones I gave her the night before. I suddenly felt myself becoming aroused at the thought that I was going to get a peek at the treasures hidden under her dress. It seemed like a very long time before Carla spoke although it was probably less than a minute after I entered the room. She said, "Come over her in front of me and get down on your knees." I wanted to tell her that I couldn't wait to see under her dress but as I started to speak Carla put her finger up to her lips indicating that she wanted me to be quiet, then she said, "You are not to say anything tonight. I will do all of the talking." I nodded my understanding and move in front of her and got down on my knees. In this position I was no more than a foot away from her with my face about even with her hips. Once in position I waited for Carla's instructions. Finally Carla began to speak and my humiliation began. "Tonight I went out with a real man. He took me to dinner then we went dancing for a while. We probably would still be out dancing except that I wanted to get back here so he could fuck me, because I wanted to feel a real man's cock inside me. When we got back to the room he began kissing me immediately. These were deep passionate kisses that made my body tingle and my pussy wet." I could see right away that Carla's story was designed to imply that I was not a real man but in spite of that I was getting very turned on by her story. Carla continued. "He began kissing my neck as he slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders. I let the top of my dress slid down and I pulled my arms out of the straps. Next he unsnapped the clasp in the front of the sexy black bra that you bought me in a pathetic attempt to impress me last night. I guess you thought that maybe you would get to touch my breasts and maybe even suck my nipples into your mouth but you can forget that. These breast are only for real men. My date sucked and kissed my nipples until I could feel juices leaking out of my pussy and dampening my panties which you also bought for me. He was getting me so hot that my legs were getting weak so I had to sit down on the bed. He got on the floor in front of me and pushed my dress up to my hips. He told me I had really sexy panties and he pushed his face against the gusset and inhaled deeply. He said that my pussy had such a sexy scent that he just had to taste me so he pulled my panties off and began to suck and lick my sensitive clitoris until I exploded into orgasm." I was beginning to wonder if I was going to cum in my pants before I even accomplished what I had to do for Carla. "As my orgasm subsided he climbed on the bed next to me and rubbed his cock across my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in. I sucked on his wonderful cock enjoying the taste and texture of it in my mouth. Unlike your cock this one belong to a real man and he knew I wanted him to cum in my mouth so he gave me what I wanted. Unlike the salty bitter goo you spewed out his tasted good so I swallowed all of it. After he was drained I kept on sucking his cock and licking his balls until I had him hard again. Once he was fully erect again I rolled onto my back and he mounted me pushing his beautiful cock deep inside me and then he fucked my pussy until I had another orgasm. He slowed down long enough for me to catch my breath then he started banging me again. Soon I felt my orgasm building again and just as I thought I was reaching my peak he climaxed. The feeling of his cock spewing hot cum inside me made my orgasm even more intense. He kept slowly stroking in and out of my pussy until his erection was completely gone, then his cock slipped out of me followed by a small stream of his semen which rand down my crack into my rectum. When he got off me I asked him to put my panties back on, which he did. I told him I had to make some phone calls and I had an early flight in the morning so I asked him to leave. When he left I fixed my bra and my hair and then called you." Carla stopped talking for a moment and look down at me. I tried not to let her see how turned on I was by her story. As she continued looking down at me she began to slowly raise her dress until she had it gathered above her hips. I was now looking at the panties that I had given her. They really looked good on her. I could see that the crotch of the panties was damp. I was mesmerized by the view. Carla snapped me out of my trance when she began speaking again. "I want you to remove my panties." When I had done as instructed she said, "Now look at the gusset, can you see the drying semen that leaked from my pussy." I could see the semen but I didn't say anything as I was sure the question was rhetorical. Carla said, "Now look at my pussy." Carla had a beautiful bush of dark hair above her vulva. She had only trimmed enough hair so that it wouldn't show outside of her panties. Her pussy lips looked a little swollen and I could see semen matted in the short hairs around her pussy. Carla said, "I want you to kiss my pussy." I did and she said, "More." The more I kissed her the more I could smell and taste the semen which coated her pussy lips and hair. I didn't like the taste. It wasn't a matter of it really having a bad taste as much as it was the thought that it belong to some other guy. I continued kissing her pussy and started letting my tongue slid between her lips. I sensed that she liked this so I continued to do it. Soon, instead of kissing I was just running my tongue over her lips and down to the smooth soft flesh between her pussy and her rectum. I don't know what caused it, if it was gravity or if it was because she was getting turned on, but suddenly a large stream of fluid began to leak from Carla's pussy. I could tell by the taste and texture that it wasn't all semen, a lot of it was Carla's own juices. I locked my mouth onto Carla's pussy and pushed my tongue inside as far as I could and began sucking her pussy the best way I knew how. Carla took my head in her hands and pulled me tighter against her pussy and yelled "Oh God that feels good." Then she feel backwards onto the bed pulling me with her. Although the sudden move startled me I never lost contact between my mouth and her pussy. Carla soon began to orgasm. It built slowly and when she reach the top it seemed like she might not come back down. I had never seen a woman have an orgasm that lasted that long. While it was going on I began thinking about how much I wanted to stick my cock in her and fuck her into another orgasm. As she came down from her orgasm Carla kept whispering things like "Oh Wow! Oh God, Wow, Ohoooo" and a lot of other barely recognizable sounds. When it was finally over Carla lay silent for a minute while I continued to lick and otherwise caress her pussy with my mouth. Then Carla abruptly said, "Okay, I want you to stop now." When I stopped she said, "I want you to leave." I got up and walked slowly to the door hoping that she would say something more but she didn't. I went back to my room and jerked off then went to bed and had several strange dreams. Some involving Carla but mostly I was dreaming about Lisa having sex with other men while I tried to stop her. Who Needs Humiliation Ch. 08 Chapter 8: The Home Coming In the morning while I was packing to go home I reviewed the events of the past few weeks. I wasn't sure how I felt about everything but I was sure that the events of the night before had left me confused. I didn't know if I should have enjoyed the experience or have been totally humiliated by it. Right then I was feeling a little of both. When I went down to the lobby to check out I ran into John who had been the lead instructor for our class. I went over to tell him I enjoyed the course and thank him for his help. John said, "I am glad you enjoyed it. You did quit well." I said, "Well, I was a little worried. Getting this certification was important." "You were worried? You had the second highest scores on all three tests. I figured this stuff must have been easy for you." "I had the second highest scores on all three tests?" That meant Carla must have had the highest score on the last test. "Is it all right for me to ask who had the highest scores on the tests?" "Sure. Carla's scores were 140, 140 and 142. She was the highest all three times." That left me stunned. Why had she lied and said that I had beaten her on the first two tests. This made no sense. She had been up to something all along and whatever it was she won. Almost without realizing it I said, "She's a smart one." John said, "Oh yes. She is very bright but also a little odd." I asked him what he meant and he said, "During the second week of class I had asked Carla to go out to dinner with me. She said that she couldn't because she really needed to concentrate on the class work, but then she said she'd go out with me after the last class. So we made it a date. Anyway, I pick her up here at the hotel last night and she looks great. Really sexy. I take her to dinner and we do some dancing after. It was still pretty early when Carla starts acting like she is interested in having sex with me. I invite her to my house but she says she would rather come back here to the hotel. So, we come back here and go up to her room. I start kissing her and she's kissing back but not with any enthusiasm. When I get her dress off I see she is wearing very sexy underwear but she is acting like she's wearing flannel. You know what I mean? Anyway, I strip out of my clothes and get on the bed with her hoping to get a little oral action going but she won't do me and didn't let me do her. So, I climb on top of her and shove my cock in and start stroking her. She just lays there like she'd rather be reading a book. As I continued fucking her I sensed that she was starting to get a little excited but by that time I don't care anymore. I'm just out to take care of myself. Well, I finally shoot off inside her and she hugs me a little then says 'I have an early flight in the morning, would you mind very much if I asked you to leave now?' At that point I didn't see any reason to stay so I went home. When I got up this morning I tried to figure out what happened. I figured that I must have done something wrong. After all, how could someone who had acted so hot to have sex end up being so cold in bed? So I decided to come over her and talk to her before she left. I called her and asked her to have a cup of coffee with me before she left. Anyway, to get to the point I asked her if anything was wrong last night and she says 'No, it was great. I really needed that after four tough weeks of class.' Can you believe that. 'It was great.' If she thought that was great she is definitely fucked up." I just shook my head. Then John said, "Well, I gotta go. I enjoyed having you in the class and good luck with your career." We shook hands and then John left me with my confused thoughts. "Carla the bitch." I startled myself when I realized I had said it out loud but apparently no one had heard me. What the hell was going on. Carla lied to me about her test scores which resulted in her giving me a blow job,... twice. It was obvious the she didn't enjoy sucking my cock so then, why did she do it? Then the big story of the hot sex she had on her date. That was all a lie too. If her plan all along was to humiliate me, she was extremely successful. I guessed I would never know what this had all been about. I picked up my bags and went to the hotel desk to check out. After I had returned my rental car and got on the Hertz shuttle to the terminal I saw Carla sitting in the back of the bus by herself. I put my bags on the rack and went back and sat next to her. She wouldn't look at me. So I just whispered "That was some fucking game you played on me. I just found out you lied to me about your test scores and made up most of your story about your date with John last night. It turns out that John is not much of a gentleman. He told me all about your date. So now I have all of the facts but I don't have the truth, and because I can't trust you for the truth I am not even going to ask you for an explanation. I just wanted to let you know that whatever game you have been playing, you won. Right from the first moment we met you have been trying to humiliate me and in the end you succeeded beyond your wildest dreams." When I was done talking I didn't wait for an answer. I got up and moved to the front of the bus. The first stop the bus made at the terminal was for Delta and that's where I got off. As I gathered my bags and headed for the door I wanted to look back at Carla but I resisted the urge. That would just be one more defeat for me. Once I was on the plan home I put Carla out of my head and started concentrating on Lisa. I was excited about the fact that Lisa and I were getting back together but I was still not sure what to do about this threesome Lisa said she wanted me to take part in as a farewell to the guy she had been dating while I was at school. I figured I had four choices. First, I could go through with the threesome. I might even enjoy it. Second, I could tell Lisa that I couldn't deal with a threesome and let her go on this final date without me. Third, I could tell Lisa that I wanted here to cancel her final date or we were through. And last, I could just break up with her because all of this has been just to humiliating for me. That last thought struck me. Ever since Lisa left me I have been allowing her to humiliate me. It might not be intentional. It could be happening because I allow it to happen. Maybe that is the whole problem. Maybe no one is trying to humiliate me, I just bring it on myself. Maybe in some way I thrive on it. The more I thought about it the more I believed it. After all, Why would I have put up with Lisa dating other men over all these months unless somehow I was getting something out of it. The need to be humiliated. I didn't like the idea, but I had no choice. I would have to accept my weakness. Now I was depressed. Lisa was there to meet my plan when it landed. She greeted me with a big hug and kiss. After I got my bags we drove to my apartment. Lisa began striping me out of my clothes almost as soon as the door was closed. She said she had been excited about my coming home from the moment she woke up that morning and couldn't wait to get me in bed. When my pants fell from my waist Lisa dropped down on her knees and took my hardening cock into her mouth and gave me one of her fantastic blow jobs. She stopped just short of making me climax and lead me into the bedroom. I was so horny, after the sexually frustrating month I spent in Atlanta and the blow job Lisa had just administered I was ready for anything. I helped Lisa out of her clothes and picked her up and carried her to the bed. I dropped her gently onto the bed then climbed up between her legs and leaned forward to taste her sex. I was in such a hurry that I just dove into Lisa's pussy and pushed my tongue deep inside her. To my shock and horror I tasted the same mixture of juices as I had the night before when I was sucking cum out of Carla's pussy. I pulled away and looked at Lisa. I said, "You've already fucked someone else this morning haven't you?" Lisa calmly said, "Well yes. George spent the night at my apartment and because this morning and Friday night are the last chances he would have to make love to me we had sex." I asked "Why the hell didn't you douche and take a shower afterward? She said, "Well, we fucked until I had to leave for the airport. I didn't have time to shower again." I was befuddled. I wasn't sure what to focus my anger on. I yelled a bunch of things at Lisa that I don't remember now and I am not sure I was making any sense anyway. Lisa sat up on the bed and watched me as I ranted. When I was finally done she said, "What is it you are angry about? Are you mad because I had sex with another man. Well, I have been having sex with other men for several months so you should be over that by now. Is it because I had sex this morning? What's the big deal whether it was this morning or last night. You knew the deal was that after next Friday I wouldn't have sex with other men so this morning it should still have been all right. If it's because I didn't clean myself up afterward, well I am sorry about that, but you should know that it's you I love and if you love me it shouldn't make any difference if I'm a little messy down there when you are making love to me." I don't know what it was, the confused state my mind was in or had I just decided to accept this as part of my need to be humiliated, or maybe I had just given up. Whatever it was I found that what Lisa was saying made sense and I dove back down on her pussy and eat her to orgasm and then we fucked until I put my load inside her. For the next few days Lisa was very attentive to me. She came over to my apartment and cooked my dinner four nights in a row. She also told me that she was not going out on any dates until the last one on Friday. In spite of the great treatment Lisa was giving me and the prospect that after Friday there would be no other men in Lisa's life I wasn't happy. I was in a constant state of depression. All week Lisa had been asking about Friday. Was I going to participate? I couldn't answer her. I believed that my inability to come to grips with that was causing my depression so finally on Thursday I called Lisa at work and told her that I would not be participating in any threesome on Friday night. Lisa sounded disappointed but she said she understood. When I woke up Friday morning I was feeling too depressed to even go to work so I called in sick. I kept telling myself that this is the end of it. After tonight Lisa would be all mine, but no matter how many times I said it and how many different times I thought about it I didn't feel any better. After a while it struck me that what I was feeling might not be depression over Lisa's date but disappointment over my own weakness. I should never have allowed this to go this far. I should have put a stop to this whole mess. I screwed up my courage and called Lisa. When she recognized my voice she said hopefully "Did you change your mind about tonight?" I said, "Yes, I did. I decided that you should not got out with or have sex with George or any one else other than me. I want you to call George and tell him that you can never see him again. Then, when you get out of work I want you to come to my apartment and promise me that you will never go out with anyone else again. Otherwise we are through." She said, "You can't call me at the last minute and tell me to cancel something that has been planned for over a week. That's not fair to me." "Not fair to you. You have been stringing me along for more than six months now while you fuck anybody you feel like fucking and I am supposed to wait. That's what's not fair. This has been very hard on me and I am tired of being humiliated all of the time. I want you here tonight or it's over." I didn't wait for her to respond, I just hung up the phone. She didn't call me back. I figured if she was coming she'd be there by 6:30. I was sitting on the sofa drinking a beer at 7:15, thinking that I had lost Lisa because of my ultimatum. I think it was at that point that I realized that I had put up with all of Lisa's crap not because I had a need to be humiliated but because I was afraid of being left alone. Who Needs Humiliation Ch. 09 Chapter 9: I Can See Clearly Now At 7:25 I heard a car pull up in front of the apartment. I felt my hart jump. I was starting to feel relieved. The only thing I was worrying about was that Lisa might show up with this George guy. Then it would be just like the day I came home and found Lisa waiting for me with that piece of shit Devers. When the doorbell didn't ring right away I began to think that maybe the car had been a visitor going to my neighbors apartment. I wanted to look out the window to see but I stayed on the sofa. If it was Lisa, I wasn't going to let her see me look out the window. Finally the bell rang. I went to the door and looked through the peep hole expecting to see Lisa, but it wasn't Lisa. Instead there was a tall woman standing there with her back to the door. She had dark hair and appeared to be well dressed. I assumed she was there to sell me something. I was very disappointed that it wasn't Lisa and I certainly wasn't in the mood for any sales pitch. When I opened the door the woman turned around. In the depressed state I was in I didn't realize who she was until she spoke. She said, "I know you never expected to see me again, but...." My mouth must have dropped open when I realized that it was Carla. I had to take a second look to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. All I could manage to say was, "Carla? What the hell?" The expression on Carla's face was one of sadness. She asked, "Can I come in? I need to talk to you." I said, "Sure" and stepped out of the way to let her in. We went into the living room and I invited her to sit and offered her a drink. She looked at the beer bottle I had sitting on the coffee table and said that she would drink a beer if I had one, so I went to the kitchen to get a couple of beers. While I was in the kitchen I tried to figure out how I felt about Carla's showing up at my door. I couldn't seem to register any recognizable emotion so I said, 'Fuck it' to myself and took the beers back into the living room. Carla was sitting on the sofa so I handed her a beer and sat down in one of the chairs facing the sofa and said, "So what brings you to Charlotte? You here for business or pleasure?" Business or pleasure? As soon as I said it I thought that it really sounded lame. Carla didn't seem to care. She sat holding the bottle of beer in her hand and said, "Not business and this certainly isn't pleasurable. I came here to talk to you." "Do you mean that this trip isn't pleasurable because you have to talk to me or that what you have to talk to me about isn't pleasurable?" Carla said, "The latter. I need to talk to you about what happened in Atlanta." I was starting to get a little angry. What the hell did she think she was doing coming down her to review something I wanted to forget about. I said, "I thought that we had already said everything that needed to be said on that subject." "Well you would think that because you got the last word in at the airport. Shit. I am getting mad at you and I shouldn't be. I came her to explain my behavior and ask you to forgive me if you can." "If you are going to tell why you did what you did and be honest about it, I'm all ears." Carla said, "That is my intention. All week I have been thinking about the way I behaved in Atlanta. I guess I sort of knew what I was doing was wrong but I didn't really care until you told me off on the Hertz bus. Since then I have been trying to come to terms with why I did that and now I think I have and I need for you to understand it also." "Okay, I'll keep and open mind. You talk, I'll listen." I still wasn't sure if I wanted to hear what she had to say but there is a part of me that is still a gentleman so I controlled my distaste for her and sat back to listen to her story. Carla started "I need to explain how I got this way so I need to tell you about my marriage." I thought 'She's married?' Carla said, "I met Roger in college and feel in love with him immediately. I thought the world revolved around him so I did everything I could to please him. We got married the summer we graduated college and settled into what I thought was a happy life. The problems started in our second year of marriage. Roger started stopping for drinks with his friends from work occasionally. This wasn't a problem at first but it quickly became a problem when occasionally became frequently. It got to the point where he came home late two or three times a week. Many times when he got home he was drunk and wanted sex. What he wanted was oral sex and intercourse. He didn't want to be bothered with foreplay. When he came home like that I tried to avoid having sex with him, so one night he tells me that if I don't take care of him he'll go find someone who will. I was still in love with him so I started giving him what he wanted hoping that he was just going through a 'phase' and that things would get better. "Well things didn't get better. I noticed a couple of times that I could smell perfume on his clothes. Then one night he came home around midnight and I could see traces of lipstick smeared on his face. Needless to say I was upset by this but I didn't say anything. Then Roger gets in bed and wants me to give him oral sex. I had already learned that it was easier to give into him than it was to fight it so I was prepared to do as he asked. When I got near his penis I noticed the unmistakable smell of sex. I know what semen smells like and I know what his genitals smell like after we have sex so I knew that he had been with another woman. I was very angry and I started screaming at him, accusing him of cheating on me calling him all kinds of names. Roger waited for me to calm down a little then he slapped me across the face and said, 'Don't you ever accuse me of cheating on you again. If you ever do that again I will through you out on your ass. Now if you don't want to get slapped again you better give me that blow job. From that point on I was broken. His adulterous behavior became more common and he seem to relish in making me have sex with him when he came home. I think he did it just to humiliate me. Over the next three years I learned two important things. First, I learned how to have sex without mentally being there and second I learned that I could bring Roger to orgasm muck quicker orally that through intercourse. I stopped worrying about whether Roger had been with another woman or not. When He wanted sex I just went down on him orally and brought him to orgasm. That was usually all he needed, he would just go to sleep." "Why didn't you leave him?" "At first I didn't leave because I thought I could change him back into the man I fell in love with but after awhile I realized he wasn't going to change but by then I was afraid to leave. He had me convinced that if I left I would have nothing and that no man would ever want me again. So I stayed. Then one night a little over a year and a half ago Roger called me and told me on the phone that he was having sex with another woman and that he wanted me to be ready to suck him off when he got home. That was too much. I decided it was all going to end that night. I called my neighbor and told her that I was afraid that my husband might beat me when he got home and I asked her to call the police if she heard any screaming from our apartment. I knew my neighbor didn't like Roger so I was confident that she would help me. When Roger got home I told him I wanted to leave him. He didn't say a word, no warning, no yelling or threatening. He just started slapping me around so I started screaming. Ten minutes later the police where at the door. They arrested Roger for assault. Roger was convicted of assault and given a suspended sentence and I got a divorce. I didn't really care that they didn't put him in jail I just wanted him out of my life and I got that. After the divorce I moved to Chicago and started this job." I felt sorry for her. If what she had told me was true I could understand some of her behavior a little better. As sympathetically as I could I said, "I'm sorry, that shouldn't happen to anyone." Carla didn't acknowledge my comment. She just went back to her story. "I know intellectually that most men are not like Roger but emotionally I have felt like all men are exactly like Roger. So that bring us to the first day of our class. When I met you I immediately didn't trust you. Not because of anything you had done, but simply because you were a man. And the more friendly you tried to be the more I distrusted you. Then I noticed your wedding ring and you became Roger. The married man out cheating on his wife. Then you told me about your marriage and I felt bad but I wasn't going to let that influence me. I didn't want to like you so I kept trying to make you angry so you wouldn't like me, even though a part of me wanted you to like me." I said, "I guess I can understand most of that but let's get to the wagers on the three unit tests. What was that all about?" "Carla smiled a little and said, "That just kind of happened and you were all for it." I said, "True, but I would have been happy to bet ten dollars. You came up with the idea for the wagers. And on top of that you lied about your scores on the first two test and said that I had won. That makes no sense to me at all." Carla took a sip of the beer she was still holding in her hand and said, "This is hard for me to explain. When the idea of a wager came up I was angry that you had just assumed that you were smarter than me. I wanted to make you pay for that but I realized that financially I couldn't afford to make a large enough bet to hurt you when there was a chance that I would lose. I thought what else could we bet that wouldn't cost me money. Then the idea hit me. I knew exactly what I wanted as soon as the idea came into my head." "You said that you knew exactly what you wanted as soon as the idea came to you but that night you said that you didn't know what you would wager and suggested we think about it over night. Why didn't you just say what you wanted?" "I had to make sure that you would try to use sex to humiliate me so that I wouldn't look quite so terrible when you saw my wager. You see, you couldn't beat me. After what I had gone through in the last three years of my marriage there was nothing you could do to me sexually that would affect me. I didn't want to reveal my wager unless I won so I came up with the idea that only the winners wager would be opened. I thought I had the whole thing figured out until the day we got our first test scores back. I realized that the only way I would know what you had wagered was if you won so I took the chance that I would be able to handle losing and told you that you won. As you must have surmised by now, giving you oral sex was no big deal. I could have been doing my nails and it wouldn't have made any difference to me." I said, "But then you let me win the second bet too." Well by then I had already set up my date with John for the last day of classes. I did that so I wouldn't have to see him in class everyday afterward. I was also a little curious to see what you would want the second time after winning the first round. You see I wasn't worried about what it would cost me to lose. All I cared about was the final test. I had to win that one." I said, "I guess I kind of understand what you're telling me but I still don't get what your final wager was all about." "To explain that I have to go back to when I was still married. For about the last year of my marriage I had a fantasy I would think about on the nights Roger was out on the make. My fantasy was that I would go out and have wild sex with someone and come home and make Roger give me oral sex. This was always a strong image in my head. This wasn't a sex fantasy it was revenge for all the times Roger had humiliated me. Well, our little wager allowed me to use you as a surrogate for Roger. I hoped that somehow this would give me some closure on my past." "Wow... Did you get closure?" "Actually yes. The image in my head was very powerful and then you played your part better than I could ever have imagined. I was able to close my eyes and pretend that I was talking to Roger and that he was doing what I told him to do. Up until that night I couldn't think about what Roger put me through without getting very depressed. But now it seems that I was able to close that chapter of my life. Now the problem I have is resolving the bad feelings I have about the way I treated you. Actually, up until the night before I collected on our wager I had no feelings about you one way or another. I knew that I was using you but I had managed to make you dislike me enough that you were constantly attacking me which made it easier for me to not care about what I did to you. But then you came to my room and gave me that sexy underwear. You actually thought I had a date with someone I liked and in spite of what I was making you do you wanted me to enjoy my 'romantic evening'. When you left the room I began laughing at how stupid you were. But the more I thought about it the more I realized that you had no way of knowing that I had set you up and that I wasn't going to have any romance, just intercourse. This is when I started feeling bad about myself. "It got worse. When you came to pay off your wager I assumed that you would put about as much into the effort as I had when I gave you oral sex. But you surprised me. You gave me perhaps the biggest orgasm I have ever had. I was feeling guilty the next morning but I figured you would never know what really happened and I would never have to see you again. But, there you were on the Hertz bus and you knew about the test scores. You very calmly told me what you thought and that you didn't care to hear any response from me because you wouldn't be able to believe me. That hurt and I knew that I deserved it, but even if you had wanted a response I couldn't have explained all this in the short time we had. I have been trying all week to put this behind me. I keep thinking it's over forget about it but I can't. So this morning I booked a flight and here I am." I was a little numb. That was a lot to take in but I think I understood most of what she said. Finally I gathered my thoughts and said, "I think I understand now. I am not angry anymore. I believe you were driven by forces that you couldn't control. Actually I feel good that I was able to help you move on with your life. Now you have to stop feeling guilty about what you did to me. I'm all right." "I hear what you're saying but I want to be sure that when I leave you aren't still angry with me. So, I am here for whatever you want me to do. I came here to allow you to even the score." I didn't know what to do but I had a sudden urge. I had been looking at her legs while Carla was talking and the stockings she was wearing looked like the ones I bought for her and I wanted to know for sure so I told Carla to stand up which she did. Then I said, "Lift your skirt up so I can see your panties." Carla took hold of the hem of her skirt and slowly raised it until I could see her panties. It was obvious that the stockings and the panties where the ones I bought. I told her to remove her panties which she did and she dropped them on the sofa.. As she slid the panties down I caught a glimpse of her dark bush. This cause me cock to respond. I suddenly didn't want to play games with her. I wanted to make love to her. I got up and walked over to her and took her head gently in my hands and pulled her toward me and kissed her softly on the lips. On the second kiss Carla responded by slightly parting her lips and allowing my tongue to touch the inside of her lips. As the kisses became more passionate Carla seemed to melt into my arms. After a few more minutes of hugging and kissing I picked Carla up and carried her into the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and opened her blouse. There was the bra I had given her. I opened the bra and began kissing and licking her breasts. When I began to suck on her nipples Carla let out a soft moan and pulled my head tighter against her chest. I slowly worked my way down over her stomach until I reached the top of her skirt. I lifted my head then pulled her skirt up over her hips. Her pussy looked much better to me now than it did the last time I saw it. I pressed my face into her pubic hair and inhaled her scent then moved down and began running my tongue lightly over her vulva. Starting on the soft flesh between her rectum and the bottom of her vaginal opening and going up over her clitoris and onto her pubic mound. As I did this the lips of her pussy separated allowing me to run my tongue around her lips and then pushing it inside her aroused pussy. She tasted fantastic. I couldn't get enough of her sweetness. I continued pleasuring her orally until she had a shuttering orgasm. After her orgasm I climbed on top of her and slid my cock head between the dripping lips of her excited pussy. As I push myself all of the way inside Carla she said, "That feels so good. I haven't felt like this in years." After that she just made mewing sounds in her throat until she started her second orgasm. Then she started yelling the way she had in the hotel room last week. "Oh God that's so good. Ahhhh... Ohoooo... Oh yes..." Then as she peaked she just made a deep guttural sound in her throat. No sooner had she finished than my climax began. I emptied a rather large load inside her and rolled onto my back. We didn't speak for a few minutes then I got up and asked Carla if she wanted a drink. She said she would have whatever I was having and I went to the kitchen to get some beer. As I was getting beer from the refrigerator the phone rang. The call was from Lisa. She said, "Can you come over to my place right now?" I asked "Why, what's the matter?" "What's the matter is that you're not with me. I need you." I said, "I told you this morning that you would have to call George and tell him you would never see him again and then you were supposed to come over here. You knew that if you went out with George tonight it was over between us." Lisa said, "I know. I was angry with you for giving me an ultimatum so I wasn't going to do what you wanted but the more I thought about things the more I realized you were right. I knew I had to break things off with George so I called him and told him there would be no date tonight or ever again. He took it pretty well. But after that I guess my pride got in the way so I waited for you to call me. I finally couldn't wait any longer. Please come over, I'm ready to come back to you now." I said, "Okay I'll be over." "When?" "I have a couple of things to do then I'll be over. Maybe an hour." "Come sooner if you can." "Okay, I love you. See you in a while." When I hung up the phone I thought 'Oh shit. What do I do about Carla?' When I came out of the kitchen Carla was in the living room with her clothes on. She said, "That's some phone you got there. I could hear your whole conversation, both sides of it. Don't worry I understand. I know you have been trying to get back together with your ex so go to her. You have my blessing. Just think about what happened here as something pleasurable we shared and now we can be friends." I tried to say something but Carla looked at her watch and said I have to go" and went out the door. I was somewhat uncomfortable about what had just happened but it wasn't my fault. I didn't know Carla was going to show up at my apartment and I thought that when I didn't hear from Lisa that it was over between us. The whole thing was a case of bad timing. I went back into the kitchen to put the two beers I had gotten out back into the refrigerator. Then I changed my mind and decided to drink one before I went to take a shower. I went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I drank my beer as I thought about my evening so far. I had just had sex with a beautiful but complicated woman and was about to go have sex with another beautiful woman. Looking at things that way made me feel like my life was about to get much better. Who Needs Humiliation Ch. 09 I drank a little more beer and though 'So Lisa is ready to come back to me. I hope this time it's for good. I don't ever want to go through the pain and humiliation she had put me through over the last several months again. I finished my beer and got up to take the empty into the kitchen when I noticed something black out of the corner of my eye. It was Carla's panties. I forgot that she had left them on the sofa. So she is headed home with no panties on. I had to laugh. I guess she ended up getting humiliated even thought I wasn't trying. I picked the panties up and smelled them. I could still smell her scent in them. Then I thought 'What am I going to do with these? I can't keep them around here Lisa will find them." I thought about throwing them away but I couldn't bring myself to do that. Then it struck me that I could take them over to Lisa's apartment and slip them into her laundry hamper. She has so many fancy pairs of panties she wouldn't even notice. Then I thought how funny it would be to find Lisa wearing these panties while we were making love. I stood and thought about that idea for a little longer. I wondered if I should feel guilty that I had cheated on Lisa on the very night she said she was ready to come back to me .I looked at the panties again then put them in my pocket and headed out the door. Twenty-five minutes later I parked my car in the parking lot and headed inside. I immediately went to the television monitors that showed departing flights and looked to see what the next flight to Chicago was. There was a flight leaving in 45 minutes so I ran down to the gate. I looked around but didn't see Carla. I didn't think she could have caught any earlier flight. Maybe she couldn't change her ticket so she is spending the night but where. I thought 'Shit, I blew it. I let her get away.' As I was walking away I turned around for one last look at the gate area and as I did I spotted Carla coming out of the ladies room. I watched her as she went back to the gate area and sat down with her back to me. I walked over and slipped into the seat next to her. She didn't even look up to see who had just sat down. I reached in my pocket and pulled out the panties and said to Carla "If you're flying back too Chicago tonight you might need these." and I let the panties hang down from my finger. Carla seemed startled by the sudden intrusion into her privacy. When she turned toward me the expression on her face was one of sadness. But when she recognized me her face lite up. Then she saw the panties and tried to grab them from my hand before anyone else saw them. But I moved faster and pulled them away. Carla looked a little confused and said, "Give them to me, please? I need them." I said, "I'll give them to you on one condition." Carla asked "What condition?" I said, "I'll give you your panties if you promise to get on that plane and never come near me again." Carla said, "And if I don't promise?" "Well, then you'll just have to come with me now if you ever want to get your panties back.?" Carla smiled and said, "So your holding my panties for ransom? Isn't that illegal?" "Only in some states, not here." "I guess I better do what you say then because I would like to get my panties back unharmed." I put the panties in my pocket and said, "Okay, if you ever want to see them again come with me now." We both got up and began walking out of the terminal. Carla was silent for a couple of minutes and finally said, "Why are you hear? I thought you were going to you ex wife's apartment to get back together." "That's what I thought to. But then I realized I had just been presented with an important opportunity. I was given the chance to change my life. First there is Lisa, who was my first love but who had betrayed me and somehow made me feel that it was my fault. But in the end she wanted to be with me but not exclusively at first. Now finally after several months of pain for me Lisa has agreed to come back into an exclusive relationship. Then you come along. Treat me like shit, con me into a weird sexual bet, lie to me about who won, then put me through a strange sexual encounter designed to help you get closure on you failed marriage. But then you pop up again, say you're sorry and make be believe it and then you make love to me. Now what do I do. Go for the sure thing with Lisa and lock into a relationship that is probably doomed to fail because of our history together. Or do I pursue the beautiful Carla. The woman who understandably has trouble trusting men but has recently opened a small door that may lead to her heart. In the end the decision was easy. I had your panties. As long as I have them I can make you do what ever I want." Carla stopped walking and I stopped with her. She looked at me with what appeared to be a very serious expression on her face. Then she said, "It isn't right to force me to fall in love with you by holding my panties hostage." Then she kissed me. Suddenly I felt happier than I had in a long time. When we got to my car Carla asked where we were going. I said, "I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat." Carla said, "Well then give me my panties. I can't go into a restaurant without them." "Why?" "Because I am leaking. I tried to clean myself up in the ladies room but I am still leaking." I said, "Well then, I guess it's my job to clean you up. Get in the back seat and pull you skirt up." Carla said, "You want to do that here?" I said, "Sure. I don't see anyone around. Come on get in." Carla got into the back seat and began pulling her skirt up then said, "Are you sure you want to do this. I am really messy down there." I said, 'No problem. I have been well trained do this. But for future reference I only clean up after myself.." As I began licking the flow of juices from Carla's pussy she said, "And if all goes well your messes with be the only ones I will have." Carla spent the rest of the weekend with me, mostly in bed, then she went back to Chicago where she quickly worked out a job transfer to Charlotte. We got married six months later and are still happily married seven years later. Over the years I bought Carla a lot of sexy underwear and lingerie but I never did give her back that first pair of panties. I keep that pair in my dresser. They are a sort of touch stone for me. Anytime I am feeling a little down I get them out of my drawer and I feel better as the memories they hold wash over me.