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Who Was That in My Bed? Ch. 01

By: magmaman



It had been one hell of a party. The last thing Ben really remembered about it was Jack and Carl passed out on the couch and Jennifer using her cell phone to get the photo.

They looked funny as hell, Jack's head had flopped over onto Carl's lap, his mouth hanging wide open.

Of course they had to get a picture of that, it would be great ammunition for giggles at future parties.

Jennifer was a fixture around Ben and his wife Sheila's house, even on Sheila's sometimes far too long trips out of town. Just like Jack and Carl, and Carrie, Carl's tiny little wife.

Carrie had also long since given up on trying to party, she was only 5' tall and maybe 100 pounds if she was wet so it didn't take a lot to do her in. Like nearly always, she ended up flopped out on the bed in one of their 2 spare rooms.

Both Sheila and Jennifer were fairly tall, Sheila was about an inch taller at 5'9". They were so close in size that they often swapped clothes, and Ben had to be a little bit careful sneaking up and patting his wife's fanny or he might find himself giving Jennifer a little rub.

With both of them wearing their hair long and bottle blond, it was tough to tell them apart at a glance from behind. 

There was more than a few wisecracks about that. Jack was forever saying things like he might be taking Sheila home by accident some night if he had too much to drink.

At one party both of them were wearing white T-shirts cut off just below their bras, and blue jeans. The conversation turned to everyone comparing them, right down to both of them having flat tummies, and similar looking belly buttons. The guys were trying to stick their fingers in their belly buttons and the two women kept giggling and squirming out of the way.

All three couples were as close as it was possible to be yet not living together. There was a familiarity that developed, like Carrie showing up in her robe at 7 AM to borrow a couple of eggs. Things like that were always perfectly all right because without fail Carrie would pop by a day or so later with a fresh dozen. It was just that morning Ben was sitting at the kitchen table and when Carrie opened the fridge and leaned over it was quite obvious she was naked underneath it.

"Carrie, your boobs are hanging out!" Sheila laughed.

"OOPS!" She said, clutching the material back together. Then she flashed a huge smile at Ben who turned bright red and off she went, not particularly concerned.

At the next party of course Sheila told everyone all about Carrie coming over and flashing poor Ben, everyone thought that was funny including her husband Carl.

Another night the women had all bought new bikini's for a beach party they had planned and all three of them ended up modeling them for the guys. It was well into getting fairly drunk that night, and even though the outfits did stay reasonably in place it was one hell of a good time. Especially Jennifer, she was not quite ready to wear the skimpy bottoms and she had quite a bit of bush showing out both sides.

The guys did offer to help her with the obviously needed trimming but they got turned down. Sheila went and got the business card of the spa she used for her own waxing jobs, there was another round of volunteers to help them both save money, along with more laughing.

The parties were a regular event, Friday nights were party night without fail. Often they all ended up at Ben and Sheila's place, since they had the biggest yard, a swimming pool, and the booze cabinet was always stocked.

The only bad part were the out of town trips that Sheila had to take as part of her job as an outside salesman for the software firm she worked for.

Those nights Ben found having all of their friends around helped a lot, their big house seemed cold and lonely without Sheila there.

Of course that meant no end to the cracks about doing without, and once when Sheila was off on a particularly long trip Carl told Carrie that she ought to give poor Ben a "little hand." That brought roars from everyone, of course all of that was just teasing.

Another thing that Ben noticed was that Carrie wore outfits that showed quite a bit more skin on the nights that Sheila was gone. He didn't mind that, Carrie was like a little doll, so tiny that even when she looked naughty it was almost like it was innocent.

Then Jennifer would sometimes climb into his lap and give him a hug just to make him "feel better" as she put it. Then she would hop up with a wisecrack about him being happy to see her and everyone would laugh. Of course Ben did not have any reaction to that but Jennifer would pretend he did, it was always good for a chuckle at his expense.

Sheila was due back the next day, Ben could hardly wait, this trip had been 5 long nights and he hated sleeping alone. Five long days without sex was right at the limit that Ben could stand without giving up and taking things in hand. The sex life between Ben and Sheila was fairly active.

That night the party came off right on schedule, just like it did nearly every single weekend.

+++

Ben knew the evening had run it's normal course, Carrie sleeping it off in their spare room was no big deal, she did that about half the time even though the walk to Carl and her house was maybe 200 feet. Normally Carl would be in there with her but this time two of the so called bottles of Vodka had been Everclear. That was another neat thing about the group, without fail they always brought restock for the booze cabinet.

The results of that mixed with some Orange juice had showed up much more quickly than normal. Only Jennifer had managed to stay upright since she drank just one glass and switched to beer, and Ben had stopped at three of them. One full bottle of that stuff would easily put five people down for the count, Ben realized. He knew darn good and well that he was well on his way to being all done, poor Jack and Carl already were.

"Well, I am heading to bed, you can take the bed in the den if you want, Jen. I don't think those two are going anywhere until tomorrow."

"OK, Bennie." She smiled at him.

"I sure wish Sheila was home, I miss her. I wish she didn't have to make those stupid trips, but the way things are right now...."

"Yes, money has been tight for us, too, but we are keeping our heads above water." She looked over at Jack and Carl and shook her head.

"I wish..." Jennifer started to say, then she fell silent. They looked at each other for a moment, then Ben turned and went into his bedroom.

It was way early but the booze was having it's effect, Ben stripped down to his briefs and was sound asleep in minutes.

+++

At first he thought he was having a dream, then he came awake. Someone had slipped into bed with him. For a moment he was startled, then when the hand came over and slid down his chest he realized through his haze that it was Sheila, she was home early. 

Ben felt himself respond instantly to the touch, her hand slid over his groin lovingly, then wrapped around him. She began long slow sensuous strokes, giving him a gentle squeeze each time her hand reached the tip. He felt her hand then draw his foreskin back, her fingertips brushed over the sensitive head.

He just lay there, enjoying it. Such a wonderful woman he had married, many times she would be in the mood and she would reach out for him. He reached over and touched her side, then she slid under the covers. He felt her warm mouth engulf him, it only took a few seconds of that to bring him to his full 7" size.

It was pitch black in the room, that just added to the sensations. Feeling an urgency, Ben shifted his position, Sheila lay back without resistance. Ben reached down and pressed her knee over, slid his body on top. He cupped her pubic mound, feeling the soft fullness of her. Her lips felt rubbery and slick, she was fully swollen up with desire. She felt far more full than normal, the sensation of touching her was wonderful. He allowed his index finger to drift upwards over her swollen clitoris, her body shuddered in readiness.

Using his fingers to spread her open, he pushed his solid erection against her opening. She let out a tiny moan as he entered her easily, then her hips came up to meet his. Her nipples were harder than he remembered, Sheila was certainly turned on. As Ben pounded into her, she met his thrusts and he felt her insides squeeze down on him as he ejaculated.

It was actually fairly quick, it was nearly always that way the first time after Sheila got home. Then later they would settle down to a much longer and more intense session.

Ben felt the bed shift as Sheila got up and made her way to the bathroom to clean up. He heard her bump the door, then again as she felt around for the door handle.

"Thank God you are home!" He mumbled, getting no answer. That was the last thing he remembered saying as sleep slipped over him again.

Then he had woken up briefly as Sheila slid back into bed, pressed against him. 

+++

The Sunlight hurt Ben's eyes when he woke up, it took several seconds to clear his head. His mouth felt like cotton balls, his lips were sticking to his teeth. He reached over for Sheila but she wasn't there.

Struggling with his headache, Ben sat up. Then he made the way to the bathroom, drank some water. He found his clothes and dressed.

In the living room, Jack was still sound asleep, Carl was nowhere to be seen. He noticed that Jack was now in the easy chair, he wondered for a moment how that had happened. 

Ben walked down the hall and opened the door slightly, Carrie and Carl were curled up on top of the bed. Carl was fully dressed but Carrie was nude, curled up tightly to him, her arm draped over his chest. All he could see was the curve of her side and bare hip over Carl's big body but it was enough for him the know Carrie was naked. He quickly shut the door with a laugh, it was obvious they had had some fun last night.

In the kitchen, he found no one. Then he checked the other bedroom, the bed was still made and everything looked untouched. Jennifer must have gone home to her own house, it was just a short walk anyway. Ben made some Coffee, sat down and sipped it.

He was wondering where in the hell Sheila had gone? Maybe over to Jennifer and Jack's house?

Reaching for the phone, he called. It rang nearly 10 times, finally Jennifer's sleepy voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Jen. Hey, is Sheila over there?" He asked.

"No, I haven't seen her. Is Jack up yet?" She asked.

"No, but I will go wake him up. Carl and Carrie are still out, too. Jack probably will want some Coffee." Jack always instantly headed for the coffee pot when he woke up after a bout of drinking.

"Probably. Hey, maybe we should just get regular Vodka from now on, I have never seen everybody just conk out like that before." She giggled.

"Yea, it might be best to not let Carl handle any more of the booze refills, that stuff was wicked!" Ben snorted.

"Are you OK?" Jennifer asked him.

"Sure, why?" Ben asked.

"No reason, just asking." Jennifer hung up.

Ben finally got Jack up, poured him a cup. Carl and Carrie came out a few minutes later, both of them looking fairly rugged. Carrie had tugged a white T-shirt over herself, it was easily large enough for her tiny frame. Ben realized it was one of his from the car company logo on the front of it.

As Ben poured the Coffee, he noticed that Jack's shirt was buttoned up wrong. Then he saw that Jack's pants were unzipped.

"You are trolling this morning, I see!" Ben laughed, pointing. Jack looked down and flushed, quickly zipped them up. Then he glanced at Carrie, she blushed and looked away.

Everyone was overly quiet, that seemed strange. Even Carl was being quiet, that was really odd, normally he had a solid string of wisecracks going.

"Anybody see Sheila this morning?" Ben asked. They all shook their heads.

"I thought her plane got here at around noon?" Carl asked.

"I could have sworn she got home real late last night, maybe I was just having a dream?"

If that had been a dream, it was sure one hell of a vivid one, he thought.

A few minutes later, Ben got up and started cleaning up. There wasn't much to do, a few bags of now stale snacks, one empty bottle of Everclear and one partly empty, some glasses. Carrie pitched in and helped, in short order the living room looked normal again.

"I don't think I will ever have a drink again in my life!" Carrie said at one point. But then she had said that several times before after other parties. She went into the kitchen to wash the glasses, Ben went in to help her.

"That was you last night, wasn't it?" She whispered as soon as they were out of earshot.

"What?" Ben asked.

"You came into the bedroom, right?" She gave Ben an odd look.

"I just peeked in this morning to make sure you guys were all right, sorry." He hadn't meant to be trying to catch her in the nude like that, but he also hadn't seen anything anyway.

"No. Last night?" She looked at him puzzled.

"No. I didn't." He told her, mildly confused.

"It's all right, I won't tell Sheila." She said. Then she giggled.

"Carrie, I didn't go in there last night." Ben told her.

"Oh, God. I thought it was you? It must have been Jack, then." She looked down at the sink, began to busily wash the glasses.

That is when it finally hit Ben. Apparently Jack had gone into the bedroom with Carrie?

"You mean he..? Jack was in there? What did he do?"

"I think you know damn good and well what he did, I thought it was you." Carrie's face was bright red.

"But I didn't...I wouldn't...I mean...?" Ben had no idea of what to say now.

"Well, I have wanted you to for a long time, but now..? Please don't tell Carl, we were just drunk is all. I would have let you..but Jack? Oh, God. If Jen finds out..." Her eyes went slightly damp, she dabbed at them with the back of her hand.

"I won't say anything." Ben told her, in a bit of surprise. Carrie said she would have let him..?

Carrie seemed relieved at that, she turned and went to the spare bedroom.

Well, just fuck! Ben thought. This was not good at all.

+++

Carl and Carrie left to go home first, that left Ben and Jack sitting there.

"I guess I better wander on home myself." Jack said, finishing his Coffee.

"So what happened last night?" Ben asked him.

"Beats me, I don't remember anything much. Man did that stuff kick my ass! I think I will head on home and crash." Then he left also.

Ben was thinking. If Jack had gone into the spare room and did something with Carrie, and Jennifer was there?

Very likely Jen would be pissed off.

If Sheila was not home yet, then who..?

It had to be a dream, it had to be. No way would Jennifer just climb naked into his bed like that. Teasing and flirting was one thing, but....? He tried to remember, but it was all a haze. Sheila had come back to the bed, there was more. He tried to recall that part, it would not come.

But Sheila was not home yet?

+++

Ben went into his bedroom, pulled the covers back, He stood there staring, the evidence was clear.

"Hi, honey." Ben heard Sheila's voice behind him. He very nearly jumped out of his skin, he hadn't heard her come in.

"What are you doing?" She asked, setting down her suitcase, crossing the room and looking down at the bed.

"I...uhhh..." Ben managed.

"OH! You poor dear! I see I am leaving you alone way too long!" She smiled up at him, an amused expression on her face, began slipping her business jacket off.

Ben felt a moment of confusion.

"We just can't having you going off all by yourself in the middle of the night, honey. Here, let me fix you up." She grinned, fumbling with his belt with one hand while she tripped the buttons on her blouse with the other.

In seconds she was naked and on top of him, shoving on his pants to get them down his hips.

Ben stroked her breasts, the nipples soft and flattened. He reached down and cupped her, feeling the stubble of over a week's worth of growth.

His mind flashed to the needle sharp nipples and soft velvet touch of the night before. Then he felt himself respond to the woman that he loved, his mind went blank, lost in the sensations of her.

Later, Ben lay there thinking. He was trying to convince himself that the night before had just been a dream.

+++

"Wow, you guys were drinking THIS stuff?" Sheila asked, holding up the remains of the bottle later. She had some eggs poaching and the smell of Bacon in the microwave filled the air.

"Jack and Carl drank most of it, you know how Carrie does." Ben told her.

"Yea, one drink of this would do that girl in." She laughed.

"She had at least three of them."

"God, I bet she was a mess."

"Yes, she crashed in the spare bedroom pretty early. Jack and Carl weren't too far behind."

Sheila served the food, sat down and told him all about her trip. She had closed two of the sales and was still working on a third one. Ben listened but his mind was on the night before.

Jennifer. It had to be Jennifer. That changed everything, now there were secrets. He nearly jumped when there was a knock on the door, it opened and Jennifer came in. She sat down and in no time at all she and Sheila were in a normal conversation.

Normal. Just like dozens of times before, perfectly normal. Maybe it was just a dream?

Ben got up and headed for the living room, he glanced back for a moment and saw Jen looking at him. Sheila was digging in her purse for some photos or something.

Jennifer smiled at him. Then she winked.

Oh, God.

He decided that perhaps it might be best to just pretend it was all a dream?

Or perhaps sit Sheila down and have a long talk, confess?

Either way, Ben knew there were some dark clouds on the horizon.

Who Was That in My Bed? Ch. 02



Ben climbed the two flights of outside stairs to the ratty apartment he had rented. The first night sleeping in the cab of his truck was rough, then he managed to find a ratty motel room for a week that was not much better.

Finally after begging, crying, apologizing in every way he could think of to his wife Sheila, he had rented the one room studio.

At the top of the stairs he reached out and pushed sideways on the front door, it came loose and opened. He no longer bothered with the key, he had discovered that the door barely latched anyway so no need.

Who was going to steal his stuff anyway? All there was were some clothes Sheila had pitched out onto the lawn, half of them still dirty. She was in such a hurry and in such a crazy state of mind that she had several items of her own clothing in the pile.

Ben sat down on the bed, picked up the frilly blue under garment and pressed it to his nose. The scent was fading but he could still smell her.

He lay the dainty piece of cloth on the pillow of his bed and left it there.

It had now been three weeks. Three long weeks of complete misery, all caused by one crazy drunken night, one stupid mistake.

Even worse, he could barely remember it even happening. Jennifer, the wife of their friend Jack, had climbed into his bed in a moment of anger.

+++

Dozing in her own mildly alcohol induced state, Jennifer had woken up to find her husband Jack no longer on the couch with Carl. She went looking, and found him on top of Carrie in the spare bedroom. Carrie most certainly was not protesting, although her eyes were closed tightly. Her tiny body was nude, Jack had his pants down and was thrusting into her.

In a rage, Jennifer was nearly naked before she made it all the way back down the hallway. Shaking Carl who was completely passed out on the couch only got some mumbles out of him, that made her even more furious.

Jennifer then turned and went into Ben and Sheila's room, it was pitch black in there. Stripping her last garment down her legs, she reached the bed, pulled back the covers and slid in. She reached over and slid her hand down Ben's unfamiliar chest, he stirred and said something she didn't quite get.

There was a moment of surprise when her hand found Ben's groin, she had no idea that Ben was like that at all. He groaned again and reached for her, running his hand over her breast. For a moment she felt a shock at what she was doing, then as Ben's erection started to climb swiftly in her hand, her nipples snugged up tightly.

Ben was very large, larger than any man Jennifer had ever known. She could count them on the fingers of one hand, all of them were just normal?

Ben was not normal at all, and he became completely rigid so quickly she nearly did not believe it.

There was no plan, all Jennifer did was react when she caught Jack doing that. He had promised her, sworn to her his undying love after that other time. They began coming to the parties with their neighbors, the old drinking gang they had hung out with before were just trouble.

Jennifer had believed him, put that incident with the blond barmaid out of her mind. Things had returned to normal in their lives, now with Sheila and Carrie around all the time everything was better. Husbands around, their little group was fun.

Until that moment. Jack on top of Carrie, he had promised! Anger, thirst for revenge tore through her, she went in and did her best to get Carl going but he was out cold, drunk.

Now she found herself lying there naked, Ben's hands began their exploration, her own hand was wrapped around something she did not know even existed.

Everything went into a whirl, a haze, she felt her legs open with a mind of their own. Then her body was invaded, forced into first a stabbing pain which quickly became pleasure. Her powerful orgasm swept over her just as Ben released his seed, her hips thrust up madly, greedily to accept it.

Then it was over. Jennifer slipped out of the bed and fumbled her way across the room to the bathroom. Just as she reached for the light switch, she heard Ben say he loved her, he was glad she was home.

At that instant, she realized Ben did not know. She shut the door, found a wash cloth and cleaned herself up.

Stepping back out, she could hear Ben, he sounded like he might be asleep but she wasn't sure. She hesitated, then made her way back to the bed and slipped in. Ben reached for her as she did, pulling her close to himself. For a moment she expected him to react, say something but instead he drifted into sleep.

Jennifer lay there for a long time, wide awake. At one point she reached down and touched Ben's now softened penis, he once again quickly became very firm. Sliding down, Jennifer rubbed Ben's erection on her face. It felt sticky, she opened her mouth but all she could manage was just the head of it. 

That felt so good, she suddenly wanted him again but he slept on. She lay there holding him, listening to his soft snores.

Sometime later she got up, went out and retrieved her clothing and walked home. She was nearly there when the remorse stuck her.

She dabbed at her eyes as she walked, struggling to see through the blur of tears. This was all terrible, she hated Jack for what he had done but now she had also betrayed her best friend.

By the time she was home and in her own bed, she was thinking that she wanted to be back there, in Ben's bed. Her hands went down between her legs, imagining the sensation of Ben pressing into her flesh.

Never in her life had she felt like that, certainly not that fast. Her climax with Ben had been nearly instant and just kept on. She knew she felt guilty about doing that to Sheila but her lust overpowered that sensation.

She drifted into sleep, still short of her climax. Jennifer was completely torn between what had happened to her with Ben and her friend Sheila. No amount of effort on her part was going to allow her to orgasm.

+++

Sheila unlocked the door, calling out for Ben she got no answer. When she pushed open the bedroom door she found Ben standing there staring at the bed.

"What are you doing Honey?" She asked him. He jumped and turned, his face had a guilty look. Glancing over at the stained sheets, she could see why. He had had a wet dream, she could see the evidence of that.

The poor man, left alone for so long. She was overwhelmed with love, and in very short order she was taking good care of her guy. Sheila loved those times, without fail when she walked in the door he was reaching for her in seconds. Each time it was always very quick, but even at that Sheila climaxed nearly every single time.

It was impossible not to, Ben filled her in a way she had never known. In college she had had a few brief experiences, none of them came even close to Ben. 

Then later after their normal coming home quickie, Ben would love her, pet and play, often she would find herself completely lost in his touch.

+++

Sheila heard all about the party while she was gone. Poor Jack, Carrie and Carl were a mess for nearly a full day, Carl even longer. Jennifer mentioned she could not drink that stuff, and while Ben had obviously had his fair share he was nowhere near as bad as the other three.

Ben sat quietly and listened to the conversation, sneaking glances at Jennifer. He was still unsure until at one point their eyes met and he knew.

Jennifer winked at him.

Ben suddenly had no idea of what to say or do.

Things did quickly return to normal though, even though Ben seemed to be oddly quieter than he usually was. Sheila passed it off to his being ashamed of having drank so much, and then having had that messy wet dream. She actually thought that was funny, but she didn't tease him about it or mention that to any of the others. He had never done that before that she could remember, but then she also had never been gone for five nights in a row before.

It was tough being apart, but Sheila's income was nearly twice what Ben's was, without her salary then no way could they keep up all of the bills, the mortgage.

The income made their lives fairly easy, so she accepted the good with the bad.

+++

Without fail Sheila found herself hit on with no mercy on those trips, mostly afterward when she had to go to the dinner parties.

Businessmen, out of town and away from their wives for some reason all simply went on the make. There were a few sales women too, and Sheila was well aware that often if the deal was right they might slip off to a room with someone for the evening.

Sheila was very aware of all of that, so she was careful how much she drank, and she was careful to not let herself get cornered by some of them. There was a lot of dancing, those that knew her knew enough to keep their hands to themselves, the real troubles came when there were potential customers that did not know her.

Sheila was aware that her tall sleek body, long blond hair got noticed, even though her manner of dress was conservative. More than one male hand had began it's trip downward as they danced, but without fail she quickly nipped those attempts in the bud.

One man that was new to the meetings went so far as to slide his hand up between them as they danced, he placed his hand right on her breast.

The group at the table all heard the loud sound of her palm hitting that man's face. They all laughed at him, and he never tried that again. But when he asked her later to dance again, she accepted readily.

"You are quite a woman, aren't you?" The man asked as he held her carefully.

"I love my husband." She smiled sweetly at him.

Later, she grinned to herself as the man signed the contract with her. Business was business, and with some a position of respect worked just fine.

It was like some kind of a silly little game, she played the game but from a distance. 

The only time she had any problem at all was when one different man appeared at the table. Sheila had seen him earlier and knew who he was but they had not yet met. He was tall and rugged appearing, his hair was longer than the rest of the corporate types she was used to. He carried a manner that suggested he had complete control of everything around himself. He had power and he knew that, it was something Sheila had come to recognize and understand. 

At one point earlier she had caught his gaze, he was looking at her intently.

"James Martin." One of the other field reps introduced them. "This is Sheila, she is out of the Portland office."

"My pleasure." Sheila smiled at the man. He shook her hand, she was surprised to find it firm and rough. This man used his hands, unlike so many she had met over the years.

"James owns Martin Industries." The rep added.

Sheila nodded, she knew all about that chain of stores and her own company had been after them for nearly three years. She had even talked with several of their own people over the years, now here finally was the elusive Mr. Martin.

Sheila was very aware that the man had an interest in their product lines or he would not be here in the first place.

The rest of the evening became a balancing act, James very obviously had an interest in her, while she had an interest in closing the contract. They danced several numbers, he held her closely but made no moves at all.

Somehow James ended up walking her to her room, he asked her to dinner the following evening.

"I am married, James, you know that. I would love to join you but please understand that it has to be just business." She pulled no punches on that part, not wanting him to get the wrong impression.

"I understand perfectly Sheila, that's all right. I really am very close to signing with your company, there are just a few loose ends. But, I do like being with you, you are an interesting lady." He smiled, reached out and lifted her hand and lightly kissed it.

"Your husband is one very lucky man!" He looked into her eyes and then he was gone.

Dinner the next night was nice, the discussion was business. Later, he asked her to join him in the lounge, they even danced a few more times. James never did or said anything at all out of line, and Sheila was tickled pink when the next afternoon he signed the contracts.

That one single contract was the largest one she had ever closed by far. That last night in her hotel room she was excited, she could hardly wait to get home and tell Ben. Then thinking of Ben, she undressed and slid into a soapy tub and soaked. She could not resist reaching down and touching herself, but as she reached her peak she thought of James instead.

The fantasy was powerful, it caused her climax to be instense.

Completely ashamed of herself, she finished her bath and went to bed.

Back home she related to Ben everything about the contract, and how it would be her largest single quarter ever, plus ongoing sales commissions. Ben listened and seemed pleased but Sheila knew there was a small under current in there.

Ben probably felt uncomfortable, he was a proud man and here was his wife earning far more than he did. This bonus check was going to be more than his entire quarter's wages. 

So she did her very best to quickly slide over the money part, and carefully left out the dinner and dancing with the handsome Jack Martin. There was no point in emasculating her man any more than she had to. Ben was a hard worker and good at his trade, she was completely proud of him and his skills.

+++

Carrie thought about Ben quite a bit. Of all of her and Carl's friends, he was easily the nicest one, also by far the best looking. His arms rippled with muscle from long days climbing ladders and carrying heavy loads. She knew Ben worked in construction, building things but she wasn't sure what kinds of things.

Being outside so much kept him tanned deeply, and it it wasn't for the fact that they were both married she would have done everything she could think of to get that man into her bed.

One time during the last Summer their group had gone up to the lake for a picnic. Carrie had worn one of her most scandalous bikinis, which got a lot of attention from the guys since both Jennifer and Sheila had on one piece outfits. Both outfits were white, they appeared like twin sisters unless one looked closely.

Carrie was a tiny little woman but she was blessed with breasts easily larger than the other two much taller women.

Carrie saw that Ben looked at her, but not in the way both Jack and even Carl did. Jack nearly had his tongue hanging out, and when she noticed that he was getting a few scowls from Jennifer, Carrie tugged on a T-shirt.

Ben looked but there was no reaction at all, the only time he did show any reaction was when he was close to his wife. There were other people around but Ben only had eyes for Sheila.

Later that day she had to go to the bathroom, there were rest rooms but they were way over on the other side of the parking lot so she slipped out into the brush. Finishing and standing up, she glanced over and saw Ben was doing the same thing.

She saw his penis, it was flaccid but my God! Standing there like that he was more than twice as big as her husband Carl. Then she saw Ben notice her out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you there." He quickly turned so his back was to her.

"It's OK. I have seen men do that before." Carrie stifled a giggle and quickly rejoined the group. Ben never said anything about that and neither did Carrie but the vision stuck in her head.

That night after she and Carl got home he was way more up and ready than normal. Carl was always a good lover, taking his time to be sure she enjoyed it also.

"God you looked hot today!" He mumbled as he pounded into her, both hands holding her fanny firmly.

"You like it when my big titties stick out in front of people, don't you baby?" She whispered in his ear, knowing full well that drove Carl wild.

Carrie knew Carl loved it when she did naughty things, sometimes they would go for long drives and there was one gas station where he stopped without fail. The outer islands were full service and expensive, they washed the windows and checked the oil, even pumped up the tires.

"I think he can see your panties!" Carl had whispered to her when they stopped the first time months before. Carrie caught the look on his face and realized instantly that the idea excited her husband.

A few miles down the road he proved it, pulling into a park and fucking her on the back seat in a way she had not done since she was in college.

Carrie liked that. Then when he suggested a couple of weeks later that they go for a drive "like last time." She knew what he wanted.

A few miles before they got to the stop on the way to the beach she reached down and tugged off her panties, telling him coyly it was too hot in the car.

Carl had stared at her, barely getting his eyes back on the road in time to keep from running into the ditch.

That time she had kept her legs together but she knew the attendant could probably see her thin strip of pubic hair. Once again Carl was a wild man. Things progressed over several months to where she sat reading a book, her legs carelessly open. She found that funny because by now the crew raced each other to see who got to try and rub a hole in their window.

Plus she had also discovered she liked that, and she knew that just five miles down the road was the park. Jack would pull in and be on her in no time at all. Letting other men have a look at her was like some kind of silly foreplay for Carl, and it worked for her, also.

Carrie became much less careful about her body, she knew that when they had those weekend parties that often when she bent over the guys would get glimpses of her nipples.

Jack was the one that paid the most attention though, Ben did look but showed no reaction at all.

Then one night while she and Carl were making love, he mentioned to her that he wanted to see her fuck another man, to see what it was like.

Carrie was shocked at that at first and not sure how to react. She had heard of things like that but never dreamed that Carl would have such an interest. 

Carrie was no stranger to men, she had several relationships and even lived for a few months with one guy. That one had ended badly when three of his buddies had been at their place and she had ended up in bed with all of them at once somehow. Since her boyfriend was at work at the time he had no sense of humor about it. 

Carrie was no stranger to sex at all, but meeting Carl had settled her down. When she was young and experimenting, she had thought nothing at all of trying out some cute young man if they showed any interest. She had long since lost count, but there had been quite a few of them.

Falling in love with Carl was a surprise, there was something about him that made her heart melt. She knew he liked her to look good so she took great care to appear as enticing as possible for him.

Asking her to actually have sex with another man was quite a surprise. Most men demonstrated anger if they were sleeping with her and discovered she was also sleeping with someone else. Except for the times when she had had two of them, one on each side, and that one crazy time when all three of her boyfriend's buddies did her in every way possible.

Yet after several times of Carl mentioning what he would like her to do, she knew he was serious. Just talking about it made Carl much harder than other times, so Carrie actually began to consider it.

Finally one night he started in again on her about it, up until then she had always sidestepped the subject with a "maybe" and "We will see."

"How about...Ben?" She whispered in Carl's ear. He paused for a second, then resumed his thrusting with a new urgency.

"Yea! He would be perfect!" He exclaimed just as he reached his orgasm. Carrie made up her mind right then that if the opportunity presented itself, she would sleep with Ben. 




Who Was That in My Bed? Ch. 02



In fact, she was looking forward to it, Ben was one hell of a good looking man.

+++

That crazy drunken night when Carl brought the Everclear, Carrie had on a halter top that left very little to the imagination. A short pleated skirt that barely covered her bottom completed the look, if it hadn't been for the flash of color Ben would have thought she was naked under her clothes.

Sheila was gone out of town and had been for nearly a week. Carrie knew that if she was ever going to get a chance at Ben, this might be the night. So at first she made some efforts to make sure Ben got some good looks at her.

What she didn't realize was how fast that Everclear would put her down, and it did. In no time, she could not hold her head up so she made her way down the hall to the spare bedroom and was fast asleep in seconds.

At one point she woke up, someone was tugging at her clothing. Thinking it was Carl, she didn't resist, but something was not right. Fingers tugged sideways at the wisp of cloth she wore, so she allowed her legs to be pressed open. Then she thought it was Ben, but when she felt him invade her she was suddenly not sure.

Her head was spinning, she kept her eyes tightly squeezed shut, not wanting to know. Carl wanted her to to do it, so she just let it happen. There was thrusting for a brief period, then she felt the flood of wetness. The weight on her lifted, but she could not stay awake.

When she woke up, Carl was right there, beside her snoring loudly. Carrie knew she was naked, she had her arm draped over her husband. She had no idea how he got there. Then she just closed her eyes and went back to sleep. 

"Maybe that really was Ben?" were her last thoughts before once again she passed out.

+++

Sheila sat and stared at Ben when he told her that something happened and he just was not sure what. He told her that someone had climbed into his bed, and he had thought it was her getting home early. Her eyes widened when he told her that he now thought it was Jennifer.

"GOD DAMN YOU!" Were the first words out of her mouth. Her eyes filled with tears.

"Honey, I was drunk. I thought it was you, I thought you were home early!" He tried to tell her again.

"I suppose you have been fucking Carrie, too? Fucking my FRIENDS? How would you like it if I were to go fuck all of YOUR friends, you BASTARD!"

Ben was backing away as she advanced at him. He had never seen rage like that on her face.

"No, I didn't. Honey, I am sorry...!" He tried again.

"You are sorry all right, you sorry piece of shit! I gave you EVERYTHING!" Then she suddenly quit crying, her expression changed.

In a fury, she ordered him out of the house. She was so mad, so crazy wild that he retreated, then his clothes and some belongings came flying out the door at him.

Ben spent that night in his truck, then moved to the filthy motel. He was completely miserable, after at least two days he realized he hadn't eaten anything at all. He went down to a local hamburger stand, bought one and wolfed it down.

He threw it right back up before he made it back to his room.

A week later he found the tiny studio apartment. It was terrible, even the floor was not level.

Every single attempt to talk to his wife was rebuffed. All of his calls went to voice mail, he kept right on sending messages, telling her he loved her.

Then his phone rang, he was in the bathroom and nearly broke his leg getting to it.

"Ben, if you don't fucking come to work so help me I am going to fire you! I don't give a fuck if your God damn dog died, you get your ass over here!" His boss yelled at him, slamming the phone down.

Ben sighed, got dressed and went to work.

That evening, he drove by his house and it was dark. Sheila's car was gone. He called her office number, got the message he had heard before.

"I will be out of town on business until the 23rd, please leave your name and number and I will call you back. If this is a product concern, please call..." Ben hung up. Then he dialed the number again, just to hear her voice.

He glanced at his watch, it was the 15th. 

Seven days. She would be gone for seven days.

Ben went inside his room and called Sheila's cell phone. Once again it went to voice mail. He was looking in the fridge for something to eat when someone knocked on the door.

A man stood there, he thrust a packet at Ben.

"You have been served. Sorry, Bud." The man turned and walked away.

Ben sat and read the papers. He was completely miserable, this meant the end, it was over.

Seven days.

Ben was not too sure he would last that long.



Who Was That in My Bed? Ch. 03



It was the Thursday after the crazy drunken party at Ben and Sheila's house that Jack realized something was wrong. It had been a lousy party anyway, what with Carl and his damned Everclear.

Jack remembered what Carrie had looked like, though. It was like every time he saw that woman she looked nastier. He looked but knew enough to not even think about trying anything, not after the time Jennifer caught him with that bar maid.

It had taken Jack nearly a month of begging to convince Jen again that he really did love her. He was still making payments on some of the trinkets that he bought for her. He knew damned good and well that if anything ever did happen again he would not only find himself living in a homeless shelter, but he just might find himself with a high pitched voice.

Jennifer had been pissed off about the bar maid incident, that was an understatement. He didn't dare even think of going back to that bar, part of their getting back together had been her insisting on it.

"If I catch you near any of your fucking biker buddies that's it!" She had snarled at him. Jack had nodded meekly and agreed. Jen never really seemed to fit into his club anyway, she only went sometimes because of Jack.

There was no point in mentioning the earlier incident with the very round gal they all called Ralph. She was always perched on the back of the bike of whoever happened to be riding alone and of course Jennifer knew Ralph got passed around.

Of course some rides they all were riding alone, but Ralph was always there.

Jennifer just didn't know about the trip Ralph was perched on the back of Jack's bike and the guys were good about keeping their mouths shut.

Five guys and four women were not exactly the baddest biker gang on the planet, but they had fun on weekends, riding to different clubs in different towns. It was always a kick to watch the locals empty out in short order after they arrived with a roar. 

The truth was that they held jobs all week and became bad boys only on the weekends, and the self proclaimed "leader" named Duddly was a stock broker the rest of the time named Tom Harrison.

So Jack had dropped out, even sold his Harley to Duddly who just wrote him a check.

"We will miss you, Jack." Tom told him when Jack had stopped by his office.

"My wife is more important, she just isn't into it." Jack told him.

"Yea, some broads just can't handle the life." Tom grinned, lapsing for a moment into his "Duddly" character.

Jack grinned, glancing at Tom's $500 suit. He shook Tom's hand, stuck the check into his pocket and left.

For about two months after the bar maid incident Jack was being very careful, taking Jennifer dining, dancing and being as attentive as he possibly could. Hell, he even took her to a play which she loved. Jack pretended to love it also, although some heavy set woman up there screaming what was supposed to be music didn't really excite him much. 

He did miss his once a week trips to a local massage parlor on his lunch break, though. No point in mentioning that, either. He figured things would cool down and everything would go back to normal.

Then he ran into Ben. He knew him from before, the guy and his wife Sheila lived just down the street. He had noticed Sheila right off, from behind she looked just like his Jennifer. 

He and Ben were chatting about his new lawnmower of all things, one thing led to another and Ben asked him over, saying they were going to burn some steaks. When Carl and Carrie showed up, the three couples just blended. For the next several months every weekend was a party somewhere.

Now he realized he had heard not one peep out of either of them for days, and that was not normal at all. Jen never mentioned a word about it, and she had been acting nicer than usual herself. Jack got curious, it was not like Jen to go several days without heading off shopping with Sheila.

"Hear anything from Ben or Sheila?" Jack asked Jennifer.

"No, honey. Maybe she is off on one of her trips?" Jen said, after a moment of hesitation. Then she headed for the kitchen.

Something was up, Jack was sure of that. Jennifer's reaction was not quite right.

He called their house, the phone just rang. That was not too unusual, Sheila was always off somewhere, she had some shitty sales job that meant she was away nearly as much as she was home. So next he called Ben's cell.

Ben picked up instantly, he sounded different but Jack couldn't place that.

Eager, he sounded at first? Then his voice changed like he didn't want to talk. When Jack asked what the plans were for the weekend Ben begged off, saying he wasn't up for anything. Then he hung up before Jack could ask him what the hell was going on. 

That evening he mentioned it to Jennifer but she acted like she didn't want to talk about it either?

Jack tried to remember what all had happened. He did remember Carrie, she had on a thin top and a short little pleated skirt, he had noticed that. Carrie was such a tiny little thing and cute, it was tough to not notice her, he had seen her bare bottom and had been trying to see if she wore anything underneath the short skirt.

That damned Everclear! Carrie went down for the count very quickly, then Jack remembered being tired but that was about it except that Ben had mentioned Sheila was due in around Noon the next day and Carl had teased him about not getting laid for nearly a week.

"Maybe I can get Carrie to give you a hand." He had said to Ben with a drunken laugh. They all snickered at that.

"Hell, just tell her you are me, she is so out of it she won't know the difference!" He grinned.

Carl was always making wisecracks like that, nobody took him seriously.

When Jennifer got up and went down the hall to check on Carrie, that was the last thing Jack remembered.

By the weekend, Jack found out from Jennifer that Ben and Sheila had broken up. That floored him, there was just no way. The two of them seemed to be the happiest couple on Earth. Several times he tried to talk to Ben but he just would not discuss anything, and he acted like he didn't want to talk to Jack at all?

+++

"You make more than twice what your husband does, and this is a community property State." The heavy set lawyer told Sheila.

"What does that mean?" She asked.

"It means he gets half of everything, and you just might end up paying him." The man said.

"He cheats on me and I have to pay HIM?" She asked, surprised.

"Way it is. At least if he puts up a fight, and he probably will." The man told her flatly.

"Do what you have to do." Sheila said, signing the paperwork.

It was signed, she was divorcing Ben. In the elevator, she had to hold onto the railing to keep herself from falling. Then the tears came.

She wanted desperately for everything to just be what it was like before, but now it couldn't be. Ben had cheated on her, and with her very best friend in the world.

If it had been some slut somewhere, some stranger, maybe she could have dealt with that.

But not with Jennifer, not her! She was her very best friend.

Right at that moment Sheila hated Jennifer.

+++

Back at her office, she had a message to go upstairs. Usually that meant a sales trip, Sheila did not want to go anywhere right at the moment but it was her job. Sighing, she picked up her briefcase and went on up.

"Got a call about the Martin account. They want you to do the demo on the new lines." Her boss Martha said.

"Can't we send staff, it's all easy to handle?" Sheila said.

"They asked for you, there are 30 stores so this is a dandy account. It's in Denver starting Monday, we already arranged the tickets and got you booked through Saturday."

"Saturday? That's a whole week?"

"Yes, they are bringing in their managers from every outlet. Hey, we need you on this one, Sheila." Martha looked at her oddly.

Sheila nodded. The timing could not have been worse. Ben would get the divorce papers, and even though she had refused to talk to him at all for nearly a month, she knew that they would be meeting to talk it all over.

Her heart skipped a beat over the idea of seeing Ben, then she pushed that thought out of her head.

That afternoon she unlocked the door to the house, it was very cold inside. She got that same feeling that something was wrong like she did every day now. Ben used to get home about an hour before she did, he would turn up the heat so it was nice and warm for her when she got there.

Then he met her at the door with a cup of the lemon spice tea she liked. Those were tiny little things he did for her constantly, part of why she loved that man so much.

Sheila went over and turned up the thermostat, standing in front of the main vent until she felt the warm air coming out. Realizing her eyes were damp, she dabbed at them with the back of her hand, then went in to fix something to eat.

She wanted to talk to Ben, hear his voice. She kept reaching for her phone, then putting it down.

+++

"Really?" Carl asked, looking at his wife Carrie. It was only the next Monday afternoon after the party when she told him she had done it, let someone fuck her. She was blunt about it, since by now she knew the way Carl would respond to it.

So she said it just like that.

"I let Ben fuck me at the party, honey." She told him, right out of the clear blue sky. Carl had barely gotten home from work.

He stopped and stared at her.

"Really?" He asked.

She nodded, Carl was suddenly all excited. She grinned at that, knowing what was coming.

"God. You really did it? What was it like, tell me everything!" He reached out and pulled Carrie down into his lap.

Carrie really didn't remember much of any of it, she was in a completely drunken state at the time. She knew in the back of her mind that it wasn't Ben, but she lied anyway.

"He was huge!" She told Carl, nuzzling his neck.

"How big?" Carl asked, his breath quickening.

"It was the biggest one I ever had, and he was very hard, too." Carrie lied. She was sure someone had come into her room, there had been some thrusting but it didn't last long and she had kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut the entire time.

Carl had told her over and over he wanted her to, that he wanted to know what it was like. So when it did start, when she realized that it was not her husband, Carrie had just let it happen.

She just didn't remember much about it, she had gotten nowhere close to any kind of an orgasm but she told him she did to please him.

Carrie began to make up a long story, she described Ben's erection because she had seen his penis that one time at the lake. By then Carl was inside her, panting as he thrust away. 

Later she added bits and pieces to the story as they lay there side by side on the bed.

"Next time I want to watch!" Carl panted, his face nuzzling at her breasts.

Carrie had no idea at all how she was going to do that. She wasn't sure that it even was Ben, in fact, by now she was reasonably sure it was Jack.

Finally Carl settled down into soft snores, Carrie lay there staring at the ceiling for a long time. She felt herself being trapped by her own fibs.

+++

Sheila stepped out of the terminal and flagged a taxi. Denver was cold, very cold, she got a cab quickly and was grateful to be inside. The flight had been miserable, a rather heavy set older man sat next to her and insisted on talking the entire trip.

All Sheila wanted to do was get to the hotel and get herself into a hot bath.

Later, she had room service bring up a sandwich and some Cola, then she went to bed. Like so many other hotel rooms, the lights from outside kept the room lit. She tossed and turned, waking up to check the clock, then rolling over and trying to sleep.

The next day at the meeting, she showed the six people how all the different systems worked, by the middle of the afternoon, they all knew it fairly well. She had a computer set up, and one at a time they each went through the setups, and then navigation.

Sheila felt pretty good about it, everyone had shown the basic skills already, this was easy.

The light on the room phone was blinking when she walked in, not really expecting a call she retrieved the message. She recognized James Martin's deep voice instantly.

"Hello, Sheila. If you get a moment free, can you give me a call and let me know how today went? I am in room number 1114."

Sheila felt a little shiver go through her, James was so attractive and had been so nice to her the month before. She had been tickled pink to finally get the account. But she hadn't really thought of him since, with her life now full of sudden problems and hurt.

She picked up the phone and dialed his room, just as it rang it struck her that she was in room number 1120. The man was on the same floor as her, just a half dozen doors down.

"Hi, Sheila." James answered instantly.

"Hello, sir. What can I tell you about today?" She said.

"Please call me James, OK? I just wanted to know how today went, did everyone get it all right?"

"Yes. They all appeared to be know the system, it was fairly easy." It was so easy in fact that Sheila already wondered why James hadn't just put all 30 of his staff in one of the conference rooms, she could have done the whole presentation at once in just one day.

Their conversation was normal, James was polite just like he had been the month before when they had gone out for what she would call a working dinner.

He did ask Sheila if she minded if he sat in on her next presentation, she told him she didn't mind at all. Then later, she took a long hot shower, thinking of Ben. By now he had the papers, so she checked her cell phone to see if he had called.

He hadn't. That was a surprise. Sheila sighed and went to bed.

+++

"I don't know for sure what is up myself. Some kind of shit going on." Jack told Carl and Carrie, reaching for another slice of the pizza the four of them were sharing.

The conversation had been mostly about Ben and Sheila, none of them had seen either one of them for the last few weeks.

"Maybe we do." Carl finally admitted, glancing over at Carrie who flushed slightly.

Jack missed the surprised look on Jennifer's face when Carl told them that Ben had apparently gone into the bedroom with Carrie that night.

"Ben? No way!" Jack said.

"Yea, he did. Carrie and I, we had been talking about...you know...trying new things and we guess Sheila found out."

"New...things?" Jack finally said. It got very quiet after Carl said that, they all had looked at each other in surprise.

"Yea..other people. Sex. It's no big deal, but maybe that was a bad idea?" Carl looked around at the rest of them. Jack appeared interested, Carrie mildly blushed, but Jennifer had a really odd expression on her face. Then the conversation changed to other things, but Carl noticed the Jennifer was very quiet, almost like she was thinking. She kept glancing his way.

"I think they might be up for it, honey." Carl told Carrie that night after they got home.

"What do you mean?" She asked him, already fully aware what he meant.

"You know, swinging? We never have, maybe...?" Carrie was on top of Carl, he was excited, as hard as he ever got.

"So what do you think, should we ask them?" Carl mumbled, just as he let go inside her.

"Sure baby, if that's what you want." She told him, working her hips back and forth trying to please him.

+++

James Martin sat quietly during the 2nd presentation, it went as smoothly as the first one.

"Very good job! I knew you were the right person." He told her after. She was handing out the packets, getting ready to go back to her room.

"Would you like to join me for dinner?" He asked. She was already aware that he was probably going to ask, and she had decided to beg off.

"I..I think I should..." She started to say.

"Well, you do have to eat." He gave her a disarming grin.

"All right. Sure." She answered. He was going to be her biggest account, she didn't want to upset him.

"Great! I will pick you up around seven?"

Sheila nodded.

Dinner was wonderful, the place he took her was very fancy. She was waiting for the conversation to turn more intimate but it didn't. James was just like he had been before, perfectly polite. Mostly he chatted about sales projections, and his plans for marketing the new software lines.

Even later, as they had some wine and danced to a very good little three piece band in the lounge, he still showed no signs of anything more.

Sheila actually was not used to that from men, normally they let her know quickly of their interest. James told her about his son going into the military, about having lost his wife years before. Sheila talked about her work, relating a few humorous incidents she had had happen to her on her trips.

Later, they rode together up the elevator to the 11th floor, and James walked her to her door. It all seemed innocent, just another evening out, mostly business.

"How are things going with your husband? I heard about the seperation." He asked just as they arrived at the 11th floor.

"I..we..We are having some troubles." Sheila answered, surprised that he even knew about it.

"Maybe things will work out." He said.

She didn't answer.

"Thank you for your company." He told her as they got to her door.

"You are welcome, I really enjoyed the evening." She said, turning momentarily towards him.

James leaned forward to kiss her, it really wasn't a surprise. She didn't resist, that was harmless so she just let him. For a moment that is all it was, just a brief kiss, then his arms came around her and she felt herself respond. For several seconds she was lost, then she came to her senses and pulled back. James released her instantly.

"Well. Good night." He turned and walked down the hall towards his own room. Sheila watched him for a moment, then opened the door to her room.

"What in the world was that?" She thought to herself. It hit her that Ben might be upset that she did that, then she remembered that she and Ben were no longer together.

Even thinking that they were apart, it just did not feel right to her. Suddenly she felt terrible, she needed to talk to Ben. 

Her cell phone lay on the little desk, she picked it up. There was no call from Ben, right at that moment she wanted there to be one. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the room phone light blinking. She retrieved the message, it was from her boss Martha wanting to know how things were going.

Picking up the cell phone, she punched in Ben's number. She hung up the moment it rang. She sat there for several minutes, then she called again.

"This is Ben, please leave your name and number at the tone." Glancing at the clock, she saw it was 12:30 in the morning. Where in the world was he? Surely not with some woman? There was nothing more she could do, so she went to bed.

+++

"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, but you sure as hell need some time off." Ben's boss told him when he walked into the office and gave his notice.

"Family troubles." Ben admitted.

"Yea, well, even if she is having an affair, it ain't the end of the world, you don't have to quit. Why not just take a week or two off, see how things go? I will have a job for you when you are ready."

"Sheila isn't having an affair." Ben told him.

"Oh. Well, crap! You then, huh? Hell, I understand. Sometimes a man needs a little extra just to keep going. But that woman you got, lord!"

Ben didn't answer.

"I mean it, man. Take some time off, come back to work when you are ready. You are my best guy, I would rather do it this way, OK?"

"OK." Ben told him.

"Good lord the problems that a strange piece of ass can cause!" His boss thought, shaking his head after Ben left.

Ben was halfway to the lake when he remembered he had left his cell phone on the bed. He thought of going back to get it, then decided to hell with it. At the lake, he looked out the tiny cabin window at the dock. The little row boat sat there turned upside down. Looking out across the slick water, he could see rings where fish were surfacing for a snack.




Who Was That in My Bed? Ch. 03



He and Sheila had spent a lot of time together up at this lake. It was peaceful, the lake was full of fish. Those were always fine times.

It was completely quiet now. Ben knew he needed complete quiet.

+++

"Really?" Jennifer told Carrie. It wasn't exactly a surprise, after the conversation at the pizza parlor she was almost expecting it.

Carrie always was a little on the blunt side, still, when she asked Jennifer flat out if she was interested in swinging with her and Carl, and Jack?

Well, it was a little blunt. But it had already popped into her head. Maybe, just maybe it was a way out. If Jack ever found out about her and Ben, he would hit the roof. That time with that bimbo bar maid, Jack had owned up to it instantly so she forgave him even though it did piss her off.

But she had gone in and climbed into bed with Ben, then kept it a guilty secret. For some reason Jack being with Carrie was not the same as her cheating, and she had no idea why she felt that way. She had tried to stay mad, Jack appeared to be able to screw anything that came his way. Instead, she just felt guilty at what she had done.

Carl's comments about it being Ben and Carrie had floored her for a few moments.

"Carl and I were just wondering, if you guys aren't up for it, it's not a problem." Carrie said with a grin.

"Maybe, I will talk to Jack." Jennifer said. Carrie left, acting happy.

"Good Lord, this meant she was going to actually fuck Carl?" Jennifer thought. 

Now that was something that had never crossed her mind. But if she could get Jack into a situation like that, she could probably mention the thing with Ben and his doing Carrie in a drunken stupor and maybe, just maybe everything would be all right.

Plus it also popped into her head that perhaps later on, Ben might be up for a little bit of fun? She knew she would like that, Ben was amazing.

Sheila was the weak link there, but Sheila was out of the picture now. If Ben had confessed, and he apparently had? 

It meant that Sheila knew. She was sure of that, there had not been one single conversation with her, and that was not normal. Every time she had tried to call Sheila it just went to voicemail, and Sheila never called back. She even thought of going over there but she was now afraid to.

"What the hell?" She decided. Water under the bridge, no way to take that back. It even crossed her mind that maybe Sheila could do it with Jack, then everyone would be even?

That wasn't too likely though, Sheila probably wouldn't.

Jennifer sighed. What a fucking mess.

+++

Sheila nodded when James asked her again to join him for dinner. She already knew she would if he asked. He was there again during her work session, and once again came up to her after.

Earlier that morning, she had called Ben's cell phone, it went to voice mail. Where was he, what was he doing? He should have been at work, he always answered nearly instantly.

She was now getting upset about that.

Once again dinner was nice. So was the dancing, this was a different night club and the music was faster. Sheila even managed to forget her problems for awhile, having fun. They both were drinking some kind of Brandy, and it tasted very good. She felt herself getting pretty loose, far from drunk but for the first time in a long while she felt pretty good.

James had her laughing as they rode together up the elevator. He was holding her hand, she let him because it felt nice.

At her door, she turned to him to once again thank him for a nice evening. He was looking into her eyes, then he leaned forward to kiss her. She slid into his arms, they kissed for a long time, that made her head swim.

"I was hoping? Perhaps you might like to spend a little more time with me this evening?" He asked her when their kiss broke.

That was so polite, such a nice way of asking.

Sheila decided right then. She turned and slipped her key card into the slot, the green light came on. She pushed the door open slightly, looked back at James.

He grinned as she pushed the door open wide.

+++

Jennifer lay there working her hips in time with Carl as he thrust inside her. She was surprised when she had spent so long working on his penis trying to get him hard. Carl had licked and nuzzled her for quite a long time also, managing to give her a couple of small climaxes.

Then when Jack was on his back and Carrie opened her legs and slid down over him, Carl had nearly instantly came erect.

That interested Jennifer, she had heard of men like that, that enjoyed others with their wife. She wondered if Jack was perhaps like that?

Her mind was wandering as Carl pounded away, he was now very hard.

"God, you are so fucking tight!" She heard Jack utter. Looking over, Carrie's big breasts were bouncing up and down, her hips were moving in a silly looking circle, her head back, eyes closed.

Jennifer giggled, she could not stop herself. That really did look silly. She felt Carl pause for a moment when she snickered.

"Fuck me, Baby! Fuck me!" She encouraged him, loudly for Jack's benefit. Carl began to thrust again. Looking over at her husband Jack, he had rolled Carrie over on her back and was now braced with his arms, pumping her madly. Her hips were rolled up high towards him, she could see Jack's erection going in and out of her.

She wondered crazily if her own pussy looked like that with Carl in there. Then she thought of what it felt like when Ben's huge member had invaded her. Her insides were just forced out of the way that time, it caused an orgasm to flash over her and just keep on going the entire time.

The thought of that brought Jennifer off, she felt it start and stiffened, Carl renewed his efforts, then he jammed his pubic bone against hers as he blasted his seed deep into her womb.

Feeling Carl soften, she relaxed and lay back. That hadn't been so bad, she thought. Carl's cock was different than Jack, Jack's was shorter and fat, Carl's was longer but much thinner.

Carl leaned down and began to nuzzle her nipple, she put her hand on the back of his head, noticing the balding spot there. She looked over again at her husband, he was looking her way. He smiled at her, that was weird. Then Carrie scooted down and began to suck on Jack's now limp penis. That was something Jennifer had never done to Jack, not afterward anyway.

She slipped down herself and sucked Carl's cock into her mouth, getting a groan from him. Looking up, he was staring at Carrie. She felt Carl's cock begin to harden again very quickly. Then he was tugging at her behind, so she slid upwards and lowered her sloppy pussy over him and began again.

"Did you like watching Carl do that with me?" She asked Jack later after they got home.

"Sure, I guess." He answered.

"I really want to know, does some man fucking me excite you?" Jennifer decided to be right to the point.

"I guess so? Maybe?" Jack looked a little confused.

"I have something to confess. It wasn't Ben that was in the bedroom that night with Carrie, it was you." She waited for his reaction.

"Me? No it wasn't."

"Yes, it was, I saw you. It pissed me off so I went into the other bedroom." She told him.

"The other bedroom?"

"Yes. With Ben. I fucked Ben, Jack."

"Ben? But..Bullshit! I don't believe that."

"It's true. I was going to go in and fuck Carl that night to get even with you but he was out cold. So I just climbed into bed with Ben, he has a cock the size of a coke can and it was good! Damned good! I didn't like fucking Carl much at all! I mean, it was OK, but he only gets it up if Carrie is screwing."

"You really did? With Ben?" Jack was staring at her now.

"Yes! Now I am the one that caused them to break up, it's my fault! And yours!"

Jennifer got up and stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door. Jack could hear her in there, she sounded like she was crying.

"Now what the hell? This was Jen's idea, not his?" Jack thought.

"Honey?" Jack knocked on the door, but she didn't answer. He was hopelessly confused. Jennifer had come to him, suggesting the idea of doing a swap. Of course he knew that Carl had suggested it but he never dreamed that Jennifer would go for it. Jack had been excited at the thought, Carrie was a fine looking little thing and he had been wondering what she would feel like.

If Jennifer was game, up for it, then why not? Jack didn't mind Jen getting some strange cock if he was going to get some different pussy. They guys he ran with before had traded their females around quite a bit, it was no big deal. Hell, he had poked their club gal Ralph at least 3 or 4 times, and Tom was even suggesting that his own wife might be up for a total club go around some night. Jack thought that sounded great, Tom's old lady was a very foxy dark haired woman.

The shit with that bar maid had hit the fan before they got around to it, though.

Now here Jen was, first suggesting a swing, then all fussed up about it? Jack decided he was never going to understand women, and he didn't want to even try. He went out and got into his pickup, headed down to the old bar.

Maybe the guys would be around? Right then he didn't give a shit what Jennifer thought.

Fucking women! Every single one of them were batty.

+++

Ben paddled the little boat out onto the lake. He picked up the light fishing pole, tied on a small flasher, then a hook about a foot behind it.

Slipping a short piece of worm on the hook, he made sure the tiny bit lay straight so it would appear to be a bug or small fish of some kind. He let it out about 15 feet or so, picked up the oars but the rod tip went down before he could dip them in the water.

The little 10 inch Trout came to the boat quickly, he reached down and slipped the barbless hook out and let it go. It was a fat little planted Rainbow, easy to tell by it's stubby rubbed off fins.

By noon he had boated at least a dozen just like that, releasing all of them. On the way back to the dock, his rod tip went down hard, this time a nice 18 inch Rainbow lay gasping next to the boat.

Ben slipped the hook and watched it swim away with a grin. 

Back at the cabin, he heated up a can of pork and beans, toasted some bread. As he ate, he once again thought of Sheila. The morning had been good, involved in the steady bite of the fish he had not once thought of his troubles. He decided to take a nap, then head back out for the evening bite. He was sure it would be good.

+++

Sheila had second thoughts the instant the door closed behind her. She turned to James, asked him if he wanted something to drink.

"I'm fine, come sit with me on the couch." He told her. She walked over and sat down beside him.

"You seem nervous, Sheila. Are you sure you are OK?" He asked.

"Yes. I am fine. I just never...this is different. I have never..not since I met Ben." She leaned over and put her head on his shoulder as he slipped his arm around her.

Then she tipped her head up for a kiss, once again feeling that whirling sensation as his lips met hers. He began to lightly kiss her neck, right on that spot that drove her wild. Her body began to react. Sheila was used to regular sex, at least twice a week and often more. By now it had been over a month.

Her body flushed with expectation very quickly, the alcohol from earlier was dulling her thoughts.

She found her hand rubbing his slightly hairy chest, she had no idea where his jacket and tie went. His chest was well muscled. Then she started mildly as his hand found her breast. After a moment, she relaxed and his hand began to explore her. It felt so good to be touched like that.

Somehow she was in his arms, he carried her easily to the bed, and set her down. His hands found the buttons on her blouse, tripped them quickly. She sat up to make it easier for him to release her bra.

"God you are beautiful!" James said as her bare breasts swung free. He tugged his shirt off, Sheila looked at him. His arms were large, solid, his chest well defined. It was very clear that he worked out, and a lot. Smiling, James reached down and tripped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He had on simple white briefs, she even noticed the brand, they were expensive.

All of this seemed to be like in a dream of some kind.

James was smiling, his hands came down and hooked in the waistband of his briefs. He slid them down, his erection caught for a moment, then swung free. He was extremely rigid, Sheila looked at it as James sat down beside her on the bed, then reached over to undo and slide off the slacks she wore.

She felt herself giggle as he got them hung up on her legs, having to get up and squat down to finally tug them free. He looked rather funny like that, his big cock and balls hanging down between his open legs, his penis still fully erect.

Sheila studied him through slitted eyes, it all was still feeling like a crazy dream. James reached out and rolled her pantie down and off her legs, then pressed her knee over. She saw his eyes drop to her crotch, and felt glad that she had a good wax job before she left on the trip.

Ben had told her so many times that she had the prettiest pussy on the planet, James certainly seemed to like it.

Sheila realized it was very bright in the room, the overhead lights were on. His mouth touched her, his tongue slid up and over her sex. He didn't tease, he just leaned right in there and began to lick.

It tickled at first, Sheila giggled, then waves of pleasure swept over her. James's muscular body slid up hers, it felt good to feel the naked flesh sliding over her own naked flesh.

His body centered between her legs, she could feel his nice size erection rubbing her inner thigh. He was probing with it, trying to find her opening. His bare chest came down against her breasts, Sheila took a deep breath and relaxed in anticipation.

God. This was really going to happen? What would Ben say, how could she even tell him?

The end of his penis found her, touched her.

She stiffened suddenly, trying to squirm upwards and away from him.

"NO!! Ben!" Sheila cried out involuntarily, suddenly pushing on his chest.

James froze. Then she felt him pull back, and stand up. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"I'm so sorry." She told him, sitting up.

"You still want your husband, don't you?" James asked her flatly, standing there naked and fully erect.

"Yes." She admitted, looking away. She felt a tear slide down her cheek.

"All right. You go home, Sheila. I will have my private jet take you home in the morning, OK?"

"What about the rest of the meetings?" Sheila brought her arms up to cover her bare breasts, she suddenly felt extremely naked.

"You are a special woman, I just set those up so I could see you, see if maybe...since you were seperated I thought...?" He laughed, reached for his clothing.

Sheila suddenly felt guilty at having let things get this far.

"What about...?" She nodded, James was still erect. That sounded insane to her. Here she had just rejected him and now she was concerned about him?

"I can make a phone call. They know me, they will send someone right up. Too bad, I would have preferred it was you." He laughed.

"James, you...had me. If you hadn't stopped I don't think I could have, not really. Why didn't you..?"

"I told you, you are special. But you belong to someone else, and you won't ever belong to me. I just couldn't."

"You are one hell of a man." Sheila told him, standing up. She forgot for a moment that she was still naked. She walked over and kissed him. His erection poked her naked tummy, she shifted her hips back. Realizing, she once again shyly covered her breasts with her arms.

"God, if you do very much of that, I might just change my mind!" He laughed. Then he turned towards the door, stopped and glanced back.

"Maybe I should finish getting dressed first." He laughed.

Sheila was still standing there completely naked, his eyes swept up and down her body. She felt really bad at letting things get this far.

James shook his head, started pulling on his clothing.

"So help me, I must be out of my fucking mind. Sheila, if things don't work out between you and that lucky son of a bitch you are married to? Give me a call, OK?" 

Then he walked out and shut the door.

+++

Jack was sitting at a table with Duddly and his old lady, they were well on their way into the second six pack when Jennifer walked in.

Jack looked up and froze, he expected her to wade into him. Instead, she walked over and sat down.

"Well, when is the next ride?" She asked to no one in particular.

"Saturday, honey. Wanna go?" The cute brunette sitting with Duddly asked. The two men just looked at her.

"Sure! Love to! Who am I riding with?" Jennifer said.

"How would you like to hop on with me?" Duddly asked her with a huge grin.

"OK. Sure. Maybe you can ride with Jack then?" She looked at Duddly's gal with a smile. The woman just shrugged.

"Jack ain't got no bike!" Duddly laughed. "Hey, Jack, wanna buy it back?"

"Sure, why not?" He looked over at Jennifer.

"What the hell?" Jennifer thought. If this was the way Jack wanted it, then this was the way it would be.

+++

Carl sat looking out the window, it was nearly 10 PM. Carrie should have been home by now, no way would her date take over 8 hours, she had left with him at just after 2 PM. He had taken the call at work, she told him she was going to go with this guy she had just met and fuck him.

She had said it just like that.

Carl could hardly wait until she got home so he could have her tell him all about it. At 10:30 he called her cell phone, it rang but no one answered.

Now he was worried, did she run into some bad guy, maybe she was hurt?

The next morning Carrie still was not home, he kept trying her phone with no answer. On the way home from work that afternoon, still not having gotten an answer, he decided that if she was not back, he would call the police.

Carl found the note the moment he walked in the door. He didn't believe the note, all it said was, "I have had enough. Have a good life."

He went into the bedroom, all of her clothes were gone. Not quite believing this, Carl called her cell phone again.

"Carrie!" He shouted as soon as he heard it pick up.

"This number has been disconnected and there is no new number." Was the response.

+++

Sheila parked her car and ran into the house. No one was there. She had called Ben repeatedly, all it did was ring. This time when she called, she heard it. In the bedroom, there sat Ben's phone.

Where in the world was he? She spotted a pair of her blue undies lying on the pillow next to Ben's. She picked them up, they were hers.

Beside herself, she finally thought to call his boss.

"Yea?" Was the gruff answer.

"This is Sheila, Ben's wife. Is he there?" She asked.

"No, he tried to quit but I sent him on vacation instead, why?"

"Vacation? Where?"

"Beats the hell out of me, lady. He did say something about fishing though."

Fishing?

The lake!

Sheila ran out the door, not bothering to lock it. She spun all four tires on her SUV as she pulled out. It was a 75 mile drive to the lake, she made it in 60 minutes, curves be damned.

She slid the vehicle to a stop, there sat Ben's truck. She ran up the steps and across the porch, the door to the little two room cabin was unlocked. There was no one there.

Outside, she looked around. Then way across the lake she saw the little boat. She ran down to the edge of the water, yelling his name at the top of her lungs, waving her arms frantically.

"Jesus Christ, Lady! You are scaring the shit out of the fish!" She looked over at an old man sitting there, a bobber floating out in the water.

"Sorry." She told him. But Ben had spotted her, she saw him shake a little fish off his line and gather up the oars. Then the boat swung towards shore, Ben was really pulling on the oars, he was creating quite a splash.




Who Was That in My Bed? Ch. 03



"That your husband?" The old man asked her.

"Yep! That is my husband!" She answered.

"He looks excited to see you." The old guy cackled. He looked Sheila up and down oddly, she was still dressed in her business suit.

"You don't look much like you plan on doing any fishing." He grinned.

"I don't!" She laughed, turning and running down the dock as Ben pulled in and hopped out.

The old man watched as they hugged and kissed.

"Kids!" He said with a snort. Then his bobber went down.

"Hey, I got a bite!" He said to no one. He pulled up a little 8 inch Trout, looked at it thrashing desperately on the end of his line.

Then he looked over at the couple, they had climbed into the boat and were heading back out across the lake.

"Well, I'll be damned." He said to himself. He shook the little fish loose, it fell back into the lake with a splash.

Looking back at the boat, it was now a couple of hundred yards out. It had come to a stop, the couple were kissing. As he watched, one oar fell off and began to drift away.

Then they vanished down out of sight.

"Well, I'll be damned." He mumbled.