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You Can Handle It Ch. 01

By: johngalt47



Barbara doesn't think she should be a grandmother. At 45 she is still willowy and turns heads when she walks through the mall. Unfortunately, thinking is not usually involved when creating children (or grandchildren). Barbara and I had gotten married fresh out of college. A failure to read the fine print on the prescription enclosure led to a failure of the birth control pills when Barbara took an antibiotic for the flu. We became parents at 22. Our daughter was even more careless with her boyfriend, but when the stick turned blue, he immediately asked her to marry him. We became grandparents almost a year ago. 

Barbara stayed with her sister, Beth, in Atlanta and helped Diane during the first two weeks after she delivered. As the six-week deadline approached for Diane to return to work, Barbara told me that she was returning to Atlanta to baby-sit Johnny and help Diane and Rob transition when Diane returned to work.

"I can stay with Beth," Barbara explained. Barbara and Beth are twins. Back in college they were known as the B&B twins, sweet and smooth but with a kick. Beth's husband had divorced her two years before and Beth had an empty condo now with her children all off at school. "Her guest room is large and you can come there for the weekends as well as you can to Greenville."

I've got a one-person consulting business and I travel 3 out of 4 weeks around the Southeast. I'm always home on the weekends though. "Honey, I know I travel a lot, but on the weeks I am here, you won't be."

"Bring your portable and work from Beth's place. Nobody will even know." 

"You know that I almost always have work to do for my old clients in Greenville when I am home."

"Well, I've been here alone most of the time for the last two years," she stated in that wronged-woman voice that husbands know so well. Our youngest child had also left the nest. "For over twenty years I've done what you wanted and followed you where you wanted to go. Now I want to go somewhere. You can handle it for a while."

"How long is this going to go on?"

"Day care is really bad and expensive for babies. I may have to help for twelve, maybe eighteen months."

"EIGHTEEN MONTHS! That's crazy. Rob and Diane are adults. They can handle this like all the other parents in America do."

"You have your business. Now, I have mine. I'm going to Atlanta."

I could tell that the discussion had ended, but I had to try just once more. "The only bed that Beth has in that guest room is that double bed. We can't sleep there." The last time I had folded my six-foot four-inch frame around my wife in a double bed was on our honeymoon. I knew she wouldn't be comfortable in such a small bed either.

"Well, we'll buy Beth a king-sized bed to go in there." Beth had a queen-sized bed in the master that Barbara and I had used occasionally, but even that I considered too small for our sexual workouts.

My last objection overcome, I let the matter drop. There was some undercurrent in the discussion, but I couldn't put my finger on it. 

In truth, to me this would not be much change. I arranged for one of the neighborhood kids to take care of the lawn. That was a chore I hated anyway. When I was in Greenville, I could cook frozen dinners as well as anybody. 

The adjustment was not hard to make. On the weekends, I'd drive to Atlanta. Our social life picked up. Barbara and I had been mostly stay-at-homes in Greenville. Almost every Saturday in Atlanta, we had an activity. Mostly we went out to clubs with Beth and her boyfriend. Sometimes Beth would throw a party and invite over the forty-something singles or we'd go out to someone else's for a party. It was nice to be back into dancing like we did when we were dating and the parties were as much fun as when we were in college. The first few months went by without a hitch.

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One week I finished up my consulting a day early. I could get out of Montgomery before the afternoon traffic and be in Atlanta after the traffic had died down. I'd surprise Barbara, take her to a late dinner if she hadn't eaten or out for dessert if she had.

For the amount she paid for the condo, Beth didn't get much parking. She has a two-car garage, now occupied by B&B. Other than that, you have to park in a visitor's lot about sixty yards from Beth's door. When I got to Beth's condo, I pulled into the visitor's lot and started to walk down. Suddenly, I saw a man and woman come out of Beth's condo. I saw the woman's face clearly but I didn't get a good look at the man because I was so shocked at the woman.

I ducked behind some foliage and watched as they walked past. They were talking easily. He had on a sport jacket. She had on a black skirt and purple blouse that looked very feminine with a scoop neckline that showed the beginning swells of her breasts. They were walking close to each other, shoulders and hips occasionally brushing.

Beth and Barbara are identical twins. They can fool most people, even those who are around one of them frequently. But I had spent twenty-five years learning to tell them apart. This was Barbara. 

I watched until they got in a car and left. Then I went to my car. It was too dark to pull a Sam Spade routine and follow them, so I sat there thinking about what to do. I called Beth's number on my cell phone. Maybe I hadn't seen what I'd seen.

"Hello."

"Hi, Beth. Can I speak to Barbara?"

"Hi, Jeff. Barbara isn't here. Diane's been really tired this week. Barbara's over there. She asked you not to call. It might wake up Johnny. She said she's looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. How are things in Montgomery?"

The conversation continued for several more minutes before I let it die. If Barbara were over at Diane's her car would be there. I pulled out of the parking lot and drove by our daughter's house. Of course the car was not there. I decided to head to Greenville. All the way up I turned over those astonishing fifteen minutes in my mind. Barbara had definitely been going out someplace special. She was dressed well. She was very comfortable with the man who had picked her up. The back and forth banter of the conversation and the closeness of the two bodies showed that. Then Beth had established an alibi that would cover Barbara's whereabouts until the next morning. What did Beth know about the planned activities?

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want my marriage to end. Should I confront Barbara? If I did, what would happen if she flat-out lied? What if she had a simple explanation after I accused her of cheating? 

A personality quirk of mine, and I'm sure many other computer consultants, was that I hated confrontations. Even on something like this where anyone would expect a big flare-up and argument, I was hesitant. I needed more evidence. I showed up the next evening as everyone expected.

"Hi, honey." (kiss) "How was Johnny last night?"

"A little bit fussy. Diane was able to feed him and get him down but he woke up early for the next feeding. Fortunately, I had convinced her to express some milk into a bottle and I fed him last night so she was able to get some rest. I grabbed a nap today, but I'm still a little tired."

She did look tired and ended up going to bed early. I wondered exactly what had tired her out last night.

On Saturday Beth invited us to go out dancing. I demurred and convinced Barbara that we should have a quiet dinner for just the two of us. I wanted to try to show her that I cared for her and that whatever was going on could not be as good as what we had.

Instead the evening turned into a disaster. I couldn't stay focused on the conversation.

"What's wrong," Barbara asked.

"Just a problem that came up on Thursday." 

"Can you tell me about it?"

Should I confront her with what I knew? I hadn't figured out the best approach to the real problem yet. I described a totally fictitious system problem that could have happened anywhere. We went back to Beth's and had sex before Beth's return. I was not a good lover that night. I was too preoccupied and while Barbara didn't complain, I could tell that she hadn't had a rousing orgasm and possibly no orgasm at all. 

If she was cheating, I wasn't giving her lover much competition.

We were at coffee hour after church the next day when a man came up and greeted the twins.

"Hi, good-looking!" He hugged my wife in a full-contact hug, bodies meeting all the way down below the hips. When the clinch broke, Barbara looked at me and then down quickly. She also flushed slightly.

"Oh, another good-looking gal!" He hugged Beth briefly with just one arm around her shoulders, bending slightly so that only their cheeks and collarbones touched.

"Jeff, this is Harry Winston. Beth and I have known him since we were in middle school."

"Hello, Jeff." He stuck out his hand and smiled at me with a wolfish grin. He clearly enjoyed the situation and thought he had the upper hand.

"Hello, Harry." The four of us talked for a while and then we broke up to go back to Beth's place.

"You said that you've known Harry since grade school," I prompted as we were driving.

"Since middle school," Barbara corrected. "He was a boy's counselor at Camp Macinack and taught swimming to everybody when Beth and I went there for two summers when we were twelve and thirteen. He moved to Atlanta last year and Beth ran into him at church."

"I had such a crush on him back then," Beth interjected. "I think all our cabin thought he was dreamy."

"ALL your cabin," I said looking over at my wife.

"You know how adolescent girls are. Just look at Leonardo Di Caprio if you want to assess the judgment of the young female of the species."

I let the subject drop but there was something about the way Harry had greeted Barbara and then spoken to me. It was like a dog marking its territory. Except this dog was trying to mark my territory.

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I drove to Birmingham early Monday morning. I wasn't sure that Barbara was having an affair but something was going on that wasn't kosher. I talked to her Wednesday night like I tried to do every night that I was away. Sometimes I'd call her; other times she would call my cell.

"How are things going," she asked. I filled her in on the status. "So you'll be there until Friday?"

Something about the too-casual tone of voice made my ears prick up. "Yeah. I don't see how I'm going to get everything done before 5 on Friday."

I called Beth's Thursday at 8PM.

"Jeff, Barbara's staying over at Diane's again tonight. Johnny's been a little hellion this week and Diane is exhausted again. Please don't call and wake him up."

Saturday I insisted on going over to Diane and Rob's. I told Barbara that she got to see Johnny every day but I didn't.

I greeted Diane. "So, I hear Johnny has been up to mischief this week."

"Just a chip off the old block," she responded looking at me. "And off the younger block, too," referring to Rob.

"Well, I hope your mom was able to let you get some sleep Thursday night."

Diane glanced quickly at her mother. "Yes, yes she was." Diane responded with a slight quaver in her voice.

I looked straight into her eyes. The pupils were dilated, and then she looked down guiltily. I knew she was lying. "Well, she said she wanted to be here in Atlanta to help you. I guess everything is working out."

That night I determined to show Barbara what she would be missing if she left me. 

We got into bed as usual. I slid next to her and began gently caressing her tummy, as she lay flat on the bed. Bending to kiss her, my tongue gently toyed across her lips. My hand began to wander to other parts of her body but to nowhere overtly sexual.

Her tongue reached up to mine and the two began lightly caressing each other. This deepened into a full-scale wrestling match of the lingual muscles. Her arms pulled me to her and I began caressing her, stroking from her shoulders down to her ass. I lightly fluttered my fingertips over areas of exposed skin and then used the slipperiness of her nylon nightgown to caress her sides and arms.

My hand slowly approached her breast and lazily traced a spiral beginning at the outer edges of the swell and converging toward her nipple. I stopped just before touching her nipple and moved to stroke her back again.

When I repeated the sequence of touches, she began humming during our kiss. This time as I got close to her nipple, she rolled slightly bringing my fingers suddenly to the distended tip. I circled it with two fingers and then gently tweaked it. She broke our kiss and moaned, bringing her hand to cover mine and press down on her breast. 

Now I started caressing from her breast to the juncture of her legs. As I slid the nylon over her wiry hair, I lowered my mouth to the nipple that had been neglected. I swirled my tongue around the soft bump, rapidly bringing it to a firm extension.

My hand snuck under her nightgown and her legs fell apart, encouraging my touch on the slick folds between. With feathery strokes I soon had her rolling her hips trying for firmer contact. My mouth released her nipple and I kissed down her tummy and settled between her legs. I swirled my tongue from her clit down to the bottom of her opening and back up. When I did this a second time she grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my lips firmly onto her clit.

I focused on her clit but flicked it at a slow pace. Barbara began to rock her hips, trying to encourage me to speed up or to create a movement that would be faster. I was able to move my head to control the pace. Slowly I increased the fluttering that she wanted so badly.

"Oooh, Jeff! I need this so much. Help me, baby. Harder! HARDER!"

I maintained my sense of rhythm and only allowed her to build gradually towards her peak. I slipped two fingers into her wet channel and began to give her friction there. My thumb from that hand slid down to the smooth skin between her channel and her ass. A light stoking there at the same time increased her desire. Suddenly, I flashed my tongue rapidly over her button.

"Gngh, gngh, gngh, AHHHHH!" She went rigid bowing her body between head and heels and then she collapsed.

I let her lie quietly for a few moments. I moved to kiss the inside of her knee and inch-by-inch worked my way back up her legs. By the time I got to her vee again, her nerves had lost their sensitivity and her thighs spread to welcome my tongue back. I didn't spend as long this time. She came quietly this time but I could feel the spasms of her pussy around my fingers.

Finally, I moved up and entered her. I couldn't wait much longer now. I rapidly built my tempo of thrusts. She wrapped her legs around my waist and bucked up into me. I felt my sperm begin their trip.

"Oh, Jeff! Do me now!" 

The hula movements of her hips against mine finished me off. We both collapsed onto the bed and then rolled apart.

"God! You haven't done me that well since our last anniversary. That was nice."

"Who was that masked stranger? I really liked it, too, in case you didn't notice," I replied.

We cuddled until we fell asleep. 

You Can Handle It Ch. 02



The next week I spent in Greenville. Again on Wednesday night there was a casual question about whether I would stay in Greenville until Friday. I assured Barbara that I would probably leave for Atlanta about noon on Friday.

What I didn't tell Barbara was that I planned to make a round trip to Atlanta Thursday. I rented a car in Greenville and drove south. I cruised by Diane's house around 3:30PM. Barbara's car was there. I parked near the exit to the subdivision so I could easily see who came in and out. About 4:30 Diane's car swung into the subdivision. She must have left work early today, I thought. Barbara's car came out about twenty minutes later. I didn't try to follow her because I was sure that she'd go back to Beth's and change before any date.

About 5:30 I drove through Beth's condo development. I drove past Beth's garage and I could see both B&B cars inside. I parked in the visitor's lot on the far side from Beth's condo and dialed Beth's number on my cell. 

"Hi, Beth. Is Barbara there?"

"Sure, Jeff. Hold on."

I told Barbara that I was heading home to my Stouffer's dinner and that later I was going to work out. "I wanted to call early in case you had to spend the night at Diane's again."

"No, everything's okay there, this week. Beth's fixing dinner and later we'll probably go see movie." She mentioned some chick flick. "We decided to go see that since I didn't think that you would be interested." We talked a little longer and then I concluded the conversation.

About 7:00 Beth's boyfriend pulled up and parked. A few minutes later another car came into the visitor's lot and I saw Harry Winston get out. In ten minutes the foursome returned, getting into Harry's car with Beth and her beau in the back and Harry and Barbara up front. The twins were dressed smartly in one of their "twin" outfits, identical slacks and blouses. I carefully followed the car to a RubyFriday's type place. They spent about an hour having dinner. When they left the restaurant, they went to the local Cineplex, probably to see the movie that Barbara had mentioned. About 11PM they returned to Beth's place.

Beth and her boyfriend went on ahead. Harry and Barbara hung back talking and laughing and she occasionally giggling. During this they were entwined and I saw some light brushes of lips. Then Harry maneuvered into a serious hug topped with an exploration of her tonsils by his tongue. Both his hands moved down to grasp her buns and then one slid back up between the two lovers to fondle a breast. After several minutes, they broke apart and walked to Beth's condo. I waited for two hours but neither of the men reappeared. I finally left. 

On the way back to Greenville I reviewed what I knew. I was certain Barbara was having an affair with Harry. Beth and Diane knew it also. But I still didn't have any tangible evidence that couldn't be refuted with lies.

Before I left for Atlanta on Friday, I visited the best camera store in town. The clerk was very happy when I left with a good SLR, a fast zoom lens and high-speed film.

I was tired Friday night, as Barbara and Beth both seemed to be, so we all turned in early. Saturday we went out with Beth and her boyfriend, Hank. I was getting paranoid. Hank seemed to want to avoid me all evening. Maybe he felt guilty about his participation or maybe he pitied me. I couldn't tell which.

If Barbara was having any emotional strain over this, I couldn't sense it. She spent most of our private time Saturday night concentrating on me, although I did lap her to ecstasy once. Her blowjob left me drained.

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Monday morning I detoured slightly on my way out of town. I wanted to see where Harry Winston lived. Afterwards I drove to Macon, an hour and a half south of Atlanta. A small manufacturing firm had hired me to help with a major development project. I had been spending about half my time at the plant for the last 15 months. It was an enjoyable project. Even more enjoyable were the client team members. The lead on the project was a redhead about thirty-two years old. She divorced during the first six months of the project. Since the divorce she had come onto me strong but I had finally gotten across to her that I was happily married and not looking. She still flirted with me but had reduced the pressure some.

That afternoon Sandra and I were reviewing some logic diagrams and noting changes on them. At one point she drew a new circle with an arrow pointing to another circle on the diagram. She hadn't gotten the arrow to touch the next circle though. She stopped talking and looked at the diagram.

"It's been too long when a logic diagram gets you worked up," she remarked.

When I looked at the diagram, I suddenly realized that the symbols she added were exactly what you would draw for the male symbol in a biology class. I started to pass by the comment, but an impulse made me draw a female symbol, the circle part touching the male circle. "Do you think we should change the flow," I asked.

"It's getting late in the day," Sandra remarked. "Maybe we should think about this for a couple of hours and talk some more."

"The Angus Grill is a quiet place," I responded identifying an upscale restaurant. "We could talk there. Maybe about eight o'clock?" Why should Barbara have all the fun?

"That should give me enough time to think."

"Perhaps if I picked you up, then you could show me the way and I wouldn't get lost." I wanted to make sure that she knew this was serious.

"In that case, pick me up at seven. I wouldn't want to get back to my place too late."

The dinner was good, but the company made it fantastic. Sandra may have gotten a divorce, but she still knew how to turn on a guy. It was also that I needed a confidence boost, and she stroked my ego all night long.

We were seated at a table for four, but just across a corner from each other, not opposite. We talked easily about our lives outside of work. We talked about places in Europe that we had both visited, and we talked about books that we had read. She often touched my hand or arm to emphasize a point. When we looked at the dessert menu we leaned our heads toward each other and talked as if we didn't want anyone else sharing our decision.

When dinner was over, Sandra hooked her arm in mine as we walked toward the car. "What a mild night," she remarked. Summer in Macon is a scorcher and the relative coolness of the night was a relief.

"As beautiful as the woman I'm with." Was that laying it on too thick? She had changed from the pants suit I knew at work to a light confection of a sundress.

"Flattery will get you everywhere." We both laughed at the old joke.

I unlocked the car. As I put the key in my pocket, I put my arm around her waist and drew her towards me. She didn't resist as our lips brushed. When I put my lips back to hers, she put her arms around me. I licked my tongue between her lips. She opened her mouth and our tongues dueled briefly. "There must be a more comfortable place to do this."

"Let's go back to my place," she answered.

Sandra lived in a two-story that she had gotten as part of the settlement from her divorce. As soon as the front door closed she spun into my arms and we resumed kissing. I ran one hand lightly up and down her spine. She shivered briefly and then redoubled her attack on my tongue.

We separated long enough to flop onto her couch and then entwined our bodies once more. My fingertips stroked her belly and caressed upward to the outer swell of her breast. She thrust her chest forward, but I avoided her nipple, continuing to tease upward to her shoulder and down her arm. 

I broke our kiss to nibble down her throat while my hand moved to her zipper. The zipper slid easily to below her waist. When I moved my hand up her newly exposed skin there was no bra strap.

I pulled the dress forward and she slipped out of the sleeves. I returned to nibble on her neck and downward between her breasts. As I got to the lower curve of one, I extended my tongue and began a slow spiral around the delightful globe. Almost to the aureole, I started to lift my head. Sandra grabbed it and simultaneously thrust her breast into my mouth. When I flicked the nipple she shuddered and moaned.

While this was going on, I had slipped off my shoes. After several minutes of teasing her orbs, I whispered, "Where's the bedroom?"

When she stood, a brief shimmy dropped her dress to the floor. She skimmed her panties down her legs and stepped past me towards the stairs. Taking my hand, she began climbing the stairs. The view from behind was breathtaking. Sandra obviously worked out frequently. The globes of her ass were firm and rounded. As she ascended, I could see her pussy peeking from between her legs.

Once in her bedroom, I discarded my clothes in a pile near the door. She watched appreciatively as I moved to join her on the bed. We kissed for a while as I stroked her smooth skin. Then she kissed down my chest, across my belly and began lapping at my cock almost like a cat with cream.

When she began bobbing her head up and down my shaft, I needed some action also. "Turn around," I commanded. Never losing her up-and-down rhythm, she moved until I could reach her pussy. I began to slowly rub my fingertips over the outside lips. I could feel the moisture that had already leaked out to mat her hair. I lifted her near leg as I moved my head underneath her. I lifted my tongue into her softness and lapped up and down.

When I dropped my head down to rest momentarily, her hips followed until her pussy was pressed to my mouth. I moved to flutter my tongue over her clit. Her mouth pulled off my cock. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, yessssss." Her hips mashed my head into the mattress, and then she rolled to one side and lay there gasping for breath.

Sandra turned around and snuggled into me for a minute or two. Then she reached down and began to lightly stroke my cock again. After a few strokes assured her that I was still ready, she rolled to her back. "Get in me," she whispered tugging the relevant part towards her pussy.

In three strokes I was buried to the hilt in the first warm pussy other than my wife's that I had had since I got married. I started slowly and kept going at an even pace.

"So good," Sandra moaned in my ear. "Don't tease me so. Faster. Faster."

"Enjoy the sensations," I replied. "No need to rush." I kept up the same steady pace. 

Sandra began to thrust up against me trying to increase the tempo. Suddenly she tensed and then relaxed into the mattress. "Ohhh, nice," she murmured.

I continued but soon began to speed up as I felt the urge begin to grow. Sandra had wrapped her legs around me and was thrusting in time with me. But then her hips began to gyrate about three times for each of my thrusts.

"NOW! NOW! NOW!" She plastered her body to mine so that I couldn't move in and out any more. She held me tightly for almost a minute as I felt her torso vibrate. Then she released me and dropped back flat on the bed as I popped out of her. I rolled to the side and waited to see what would happen.

Sandra cuddled against me again. I heard her breathing become slow and regular and I thought that she was asleep. After about five minutes she wriggled about. "God, that was good," she said. "I haven't had one like that since long before my marriage ended. You've still got a problem though."

I was about 75% hard and waving in the breeze lying on my back. Sandra twisted and took half of my cock into her mouth in one gulp. Admittedly, I wasn't as big as earlier but she both surprised me with her speed and stimulated me as she slurped her own juices.

After a few minutes, I had grown so that she could no longer take half of me in and she could tell that I was ready to finish. "Let me do the work, now," she stated as she threw one leg over my hips and lowered herself until we were fully joined.

She started moving slowly, scraping her nipples across my chest. I had not had much time to appreciate her breasts before. I knew they were delightfully firm globes slightly more than I could hold completely. From this angle I could see that they were round and wobbled nicely but not excessively side-to-side. I thrust my hips in coordination with her increasing the penetration.

She kept a steady pace for a while but began to speed up. As she did, she also became more erect changing to a vertical motion from the horizontal that she started with. As she moved faster, the force of her downward movement kept me from responding like before. To increase the penetration she spread her knees wider. Finally, she was moving rapidly and moaning continuously.

"Oh so good, so good. Oh, Jeff. You're so big inside me. Ooooohhhhh, niiiice, ooooohhhhh."

I again felt the pressure building in my balls. "I'm going to cum soon," I said.

Sandra moved even faster. "Ooooohhhhh, yeeessss. CUMMING NOW! NOW! DO IT!"

My sperm boiled into her womb. Simultaneously, she ground down on me and I felt her muscles milking every last drop from me.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what's going on," Sandra asked as we lay in bed recovering.

"What do you mean?

"Well, I've been chasing you for months. You had convinced me that we would never hook up. Happily married, good sex at home and all that. Then, first day in the office I make one flirtatious comment and here we are. What's happened? I need to add whatever I did to my file for future use."

"Sandra, I'm sorry. I took advantage of you. I've been a fool. I better go." I started to get out of bed.

She grabbed my arm. "Absolutely not. You stay here until I understand."

I paused trying to figure out what to say. No easy words came to mind. 

"My wife's cheating on me. Oh, goddamnit, that bitch." 

For the next half hour Sandra listened to me rave about what I knew, what I guessed, how I felt sorry for myself. Finally, I apologized again for taking advantage of Sandra.

"Look, Jeff, when you give me four, no five, orgasms in one night you have nothing to apologize about. The pickings in Macon have been slim for the past year, but even when I was first married, I NEVER had a night like this. No sir, no apologies necessary. Take advantage of me anytime like that."

"I didn't expect long term commitment from this date. I got more than I ever hoped for," she continued. "Even knowing about your wife, I still don't expect a long term relationship. I do feel badly for you and I'll help in any way I can."

"Five orgasms, huh?" I had blown off all the steam that I could tonight. Men keep score and that was a score that I'd be happy to post on the Internet.

"Sure beats my electric friend in the drawer," Sandra replied. 



You Can Handle It Ch. 03



When I got up the next morning, I felt better. My ego, which had been severely beaten with the discovery of Barbara's cheating, was well on its way to healing. A beautiful woman had taken me to her bed and I had satisfied her not once, but five times, according to her unprompted testimony.

With the discovery that I was still attractive and desirable to members of the opposite sex, the pressure that had been building inside escaped. Since I could play the same game, I could take my time resolving THE PROBLEM as I now thought of it.

Wednesday I called Barbara about 6:30. After some chatter about how the project was going, I asked her about her day.

Some people who do dangerous things become addicted to the thrill or maybe the adrenaline. They will unconsciously increase the danger just to keep the thrill going. Barbara must be that way.

"Johnny must be starting to teethe. He's not sleeping regular hours and he fusses a lot. I'm probably going to spend tomorrow night at Diane's so that she can get some rest. I'll be back over here about 5:30 to shower and relax before going back. If you don't call then, please don't call me at Diane's and wake him up."

Doesn't she think that she's running this alibi into the ground? Does she want me to suspect something? Is she just trying to push and see how gullible I am? We finished talking a little while later.

Thursday morning I talked to Sandra as soon as I was in the office. "Can you leave about three this afternoon?"

"Sure, I guess so. What's up?"

"I'd like to take you to dinner tonight - in Atlanta."

"Why?"

"I think Barbara will be out on a date tonight. I'd like to take you to the same place."

"I don't want to get in the middle of some fireworks in a restaurant."

"No fireworks. I just want to have dinner at the same place. I plan to let Barbara see us."

"Won't she throw a fit?"

"What can she do? She'll be there with a guy who isn't her husband. Is she going to accuse me of cheating? What if she does? I'm taking a client to dinner. What's her excuse?"

"Okay. I've got to see this and I'll get dinner out of it."

At 6:30 we were parked across the street from the entrance to Beth's condo group. I had called earlier and talked to Barbara briefly. She reminded me that she was staying at Diane's that night. Sandra was sitting beside me in black silk slacks and a white silk blouse unbuttoned far enough to tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. With the pearls she was wearing I was almost tempted to call this off and just go to a motel with her. Then I saw Harry's car.

About fifteen minutes later Harry and Barbara left and I trailed them to a nice restaurant. The restaurant didn't seem too busy, but after ten minutes Sandra stuck her head in the door to make sure that they had been seated. She told the maitre 'd that she was looking to see if her friend had shown up yet. He let her walk around and she saw where Barbara and Harry were seated.

Sandra then went back outside and pretended to wait for me. I showed up in about a minute. When we asked for a table, we were able to ask for one in a spot where Barbara and Harry would be able to see us across the room. I sat in a chair that exposed only my back and part of my side to Barbara.

Sandra and I talked and put in our orders. "I think she's seen you," Sandra said. "She's looked over this way about three times in the last two minutes. Now, she's talking to him and he just tried to pretend to casually look over here."

Sandra continued to report on what was happening. "She's getting up. She's going towards the Ladies Room but she's taking a long way. Shift over so she can't get a good look."

I simultaneously leaned forward and moved in my chair to present more of my back to the room.

"I don't think she got a good view, not as much time as she took looking while she was walking."

When Barbara came back she took a different route but I had remained in a position where she couldn't get a good view. However, she had seen enough. They finished their dinner in about thirty minutes with no dessert or coffee. As soon as they left, I called our waiter over and gave her a handful of bills that I was sure would cover the meal and tip.

Sandra and I hurried outside just in time to see the direction that the car was going. We were lucky enough to catch up to them at the second stoplight. Then it was easy to follow them to Harry's house.

His house was at the end of a cul-de-sac and had an empty lot on one side. Behind it was another empty lot. I parked the car there.

"What are you doing," Sandra asked as I got out.

"I'm going to see what they're doing," I replied.

"What if we get caught?"

"No chance. Live a little." I changed my loafers for a pair of runners that I had put in the back seat. Sandra stripped off her silk slacks and blouse and put on a knit top and slacks that she had brought to wear if dinner had been at a more modest place. We sneaked through the woods to the back of Harry's place.

I could see two figures in the daylight basement. Bushes were planted so that we could approach very close without being seen either from the house or by the neighbors. Harry had also opened the door to the patio to let in the cool night air. As we got closer we could hear them talking. 

"That was creepy," Barbara said.

"Your husband's in Macon. They say everybody has a double, even several of them. I'm sure that was what you saw."

"Suppose it was him. Suppose he saw us."

"If he had seen us, don't you think that he would have done something instead of just sitting there?"

"Maybe that was his girlfriend. She's younger and prettier than me." I felt movement from Sandra. I'm sure that she appreciated the compliment.

"No. You're beautiful. From what I saw she was skinny and didn't have these as well-developed as you." Harry was standing behind her gently stroking the undersides of her breasts.

"That's not true," I whispered in Sandra's ear as I put my hand under her top and teased her one of her nipples.

"Why do you think he has a girlfriend? I thought you told me he was faithful," Harry continued.

"I thought I was faithful, too." At least she felt guilty sometimes.

"But I can give you what he can't. I'm here every night and I appreciate what you do and who you are."

Every night? How often were they getting together?

"Jeff's been acting different these last few weeks. Three weekends ago he was definitely distracted and his performance that night was selfish and mechanical, like he was just going through the motions. Then the next week he tried extra hard like he does on our anniversary. Last Saturday it was our normal routine. Something's up and since it's affected our time in bed, I'd bet on female problems. He didn't want me coming down here. He was mad and he might be looking around."

"His loss, my gain. Then I could have you all to myself. I'm glad that you came back. That one week was not enough."

Came back? One week? When did this start? How long have I been sharing Barbara with this creep?

"Let's not talk about him. There are other things now." Barbara ended the conversation with a kiss.

The kiss became an extended grope. While their tongues dueled, Harry fondled one of Barbara's breasts. His other hand slowly pulled down her zipper. Meanwhile, she was stroking the back of his neck with one hand and opening his belt with the other.

Harry's pants and Barbara's dress hit the floor at the same time. Barbara fondled his cock while he unsnapped her bra, then pushed down her panties. It suddenly registered that Barbara was not wearing pantyhose but thigh-hi's, something that she never had done for me. Now, she was standing in heels and hose only.

Barbara dropped to one knee and pulled down Harry's boxers. She helped him off with his shoes and socks before returning to the object of her affection.

"Oh, Harry! It's so big and hot!" I didn't have a ruler but it didn't look any more than average to me. "Your skin is so soft to my touch," she continued as she stroked him gently. Then she took the head into her mouth and bobbed for a while.

I was conflicted. I was watching a live sex show with a beautiful woman. Who just happened to be my wife. I was pissed off but very aroused. My cock was trying to break through my fly.

Barbara continued her efforts. She bobbed her head and then changed to licking from root to tip. Finally, she dipped her head underneath and licked all over his balls, including between his legs. Then the cycle began again.

"Jeff, I hope you don't mind me saying so, but this is so hot!" Sandra knew I didn't mind. She could feel my hardness pressing into her ass. She reached back to caress me and let me know she cared.

"Get in me," Barbara commanded. She moved to sit on the couch with her legs spread and her pussy at the very edge.

Harry looked disappointed but moved to kneel on the floor between her legs. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him hard as he fumbled around trying to insert his cock while responding to the kiss. "Can't walk and chew gum at the same time," I thought.

"Turn around," Harry said. Immediately Barbara got up and knelt on the couch, resting her arms on the back. Harry, with only one thing to concentrate on now, slipped slowly into her. There were no sounds as they rocked back and forth. 

I couldn't just watch. I had continued to tease Sandra's breasts. Now I slipped my other hand underneath her slacks and panties. She was soaked between her legs. My fingers were covered with juice as soon as I reached her groove.

"Oh, Jeff," Sandra groaned. "That's the spot." 

She moved until she was leaning her side against me as I continued to caress her slit. My fingers felt like they were moving through hot butter. I started at the bottom and moved slowly up to circle around her little bud and then descend.

"Hold me up. I won't last very long between watching them and your hand." Sandra's breathing became ragged, but she held back from pushing over the top.

"I'm getting close," Harry grunted.

"I am, too," Sandra whispered.

"Not yet," Barbara replied. She pushed forward against the couch so that Harry slipped out of her. Immediately he lay down on the couch and she swung a leg over him. Grasping his cock, she lowered herself slowly. She began small up-and-down movements and soon was traveling the full length from root to tip while Harry just lay there.

"Oh, Harry - feels so good! So big inside me." Barbara was saying the right things but there was something about her voice that made me think this was for Harry's benefit and maybe a little insincere.

I stopped the circling pattern in Sandra's pussy and concentrated on her clitoris. I began with feathery light vibrations on top of her hood. After a minute or so Sandra pressed her hips forward against my fingers. I changed the angle of my hand until I was brushing the tip of her clit. At the same time I stopped caressing the skin of her breast and gently grasped the nipple between two fingers. I started a rhythmic tugging motion on the nipple.

"Oh, god. Oh my lord. Oh, Jeff." Sandra was babbling and moaning softly. The hot oil from her pussy was coating my hand so that even my fingers were slick against one another. There was no friction around her erect bud but a sensuous sliding that was exciting me almost as much as it was exciting her.

Barbara had quieted down, only moaning occasionally, as she concentrated on achieving her peak. She moved faster and faster. 

Sandra began bucking her hips against my hand. This was also providing wonderful friction on my hard cock, which was pressing into her hip. "Jeff, Jeff, Jeff, ooohhhh." She turned her face to my shoulder as I felt several shudders wrack her body. She suddenly slumped as her legs collapsed. I was able to hold her up as her orgasm crashed through her.

I turned back to the action on the couch.

Harry was gyrating also. However, true to my earlier observation, he moved his hips out of sync with Barbara's and slipped out.

"Oh no! Get back in," cried Barbara. After some fumbling on her part, they began to move again.

Sandra had recovered and now knelt beside me. My zipper slid down and she pulled out my cock, slurping the head in and out of her mouth. As I watched the action inside, I lifted my wet fingers to my nose and sniffed Sandra's essence.

The slurping stopped briefly as Sandra spit on the fingers of one hand. Quickly resuming her bobbing motion, she reached underneath my balls and started caressing my ass. Slowly one finger inched its way inside. The tip massaged my prostate. I went over the top squeezing my eyes shut. That seemed to help fill her mouth with cum until it dribbled down from one corner. I groaned and then redirected my attention back to the other couple.

Barbara had gotten back into the rhythm of bouncing from root to tip and back down. She began to speed up but suddenly Harry thrust upward hard, then slumped back.

"I'm sorry, babe. You were so sexy I couldn't hold off any longer." He tried to calm her down by stroking her back.

Harry had climaxed, but I was sure that Barbara hadn't. They lay together for a few minutes, and then she pushed herself up and stood on the floor. She started getting dressed. "Where are you going," he asked.

"It's late. I've got to take care of Johnny in the morning."

He got up and went to where she was putting on her bra. "You were going to stay the night. And I didn't think that you were done?"

"It happens sometimes. I think that episode in the restaurant completely distracted me tonight."

"Hooray, one for the good guys," I whispered. Sandra snickered.

"Give me another chance." Harry was pathetic. He ought to have the grace to let her go tonight.

"No! Just take me home," Barbara said sharply. "Oh, look. I'm sorry to snap at you. Next time I'll make it up to you, but tonight it just isn't going to work. I'm too upset."

I tapped Sandra on the shoulder and we left before they could get out of the house.

When we got back to Macon, Sandra invited me in. She didn't have any trouble climaxing: not the first time, not the second time, and not the third time. 



You Can Handle It Ch. 04



The next week I went back to a client that I hadn't worked with in over a year. Unfortunately the client was in Jacksonville, a five-hour drive from Atlanta. I had to leave at 4AM to get there. I met the project team and we began outlining where everything was going and over what time frame. By 5PM I was ready to quit. One of the junior team members stopped at the desk I was calling an office this week.

"Jeff, the gang meets at The Oysterman every afternoon after work, if you'd like to have a drink with us." The Oysterman was a restaurant and bar next to my hotel, in the second block from the office.

I surveyed the terrain: golden sunlight on top, some gentle hillocks at the next level sloping down to a flat plain, and a hidden valley that I guessed might have a hot spring in the middle. She also looked to be the same age as Diane. (For those of you who don't have daughters, most of us dirty old men feel a little squicky when the female in question is too close to the age of one of our daughters.)

"Lori, I appreciate the offer but I got up at 3AM this morning, maybe some other time. Take a rain check?"

"Sure. I'll hold you to it." Her smile was genuine and dazzling.

The next afternoon at 5:05, Lori was standing by my desk again. "Jeff, ready to use that rain check?"

Ah, hell, only drink when you're alone or with somebody else. "Sure, let me pack up here. See you in about fifteen or twenty."

"It's a date." 

Why had she said it that way?

The crowd at the Oysterman was all fifteen or more years younger than I. We talked shop, vacations this year, other small talk. Lori started out sitting on the same side of the booth that I was in. Four drinks and ninety minutes later we were sharing the same leg space under the table. She laughed at all my jokes, even laughed at my bad puns. As the rest of the gang cleared out, Lori didn't relieve the crowding in the booth.

"I'm not sure you should be driving home," I said. I was much more sober having had only three drinks and outweighing her by eighty or a hundred pounds.

"I'll be fine," Lori replied. "Beshidesh, have you seen the inshide of the cabs in thish town?"

I hadn't noticed her slurred speech before. She must be really drunk. "Look, I'll drive you home. Your car will be safe in the garage until tomorrow."

"You don' have t'do that. I'll, I'll be okay." Her protestation was very faint. She knew she was in no shape to drive.

"No! It's settled. Let's get you home."

She leaned against me in an unsteady wobble all the way to my car in the hotel garage. She was accidentally pressing one breast into my chest. I noticed that the air conditioning in the bar had caused her nipples to erect. I put her in the passenger seat. By the time I got into the driver's seat Lori had slumped down and closed her eyes. In doing this, her skirt had risen to show a lot of thigh. She wasn't wearing hose. From the angle of her legs, I was sure that if I leaned forward and over slightly I'd be able to see her panties. 'Dirty old man,' I thought and resisted temptation.

Lori kept her eyes closed but managed to give me understandable directions. Every time we rounded a curve her legs seemed to open further and the skirt rose higher. By the time we pulled up at her apartment I was getting brief flashes of her panties. "Okay, we're here," I announced. "Let's get you inside." I helped her out of the car and then up the stairs to her unit.

"Jeff, I'll fix you some coffee before you go."

"No. You're home. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Jeff! You are less drunk than I was, but you should have some coffee and wait before you drive back." 'Doesn't this apple look pretty,' asked the serpent.

"Well, maybe one cup." 

Lori settled me on the couch and then went into the kitchen to start the coffee. She blew back through the living room. "The coffee's brewing. Got to go tinkle. I'll be back in a sec."

I was very relaxed when Lori returned, dressed in a white silk robe. I could see the shadows of her nipples where they tented the fabric. Within seconds nothing about me was relaxed. "Lori! What's going onph."

Her mouth squelched my question as her tongue pried my lips apart. Well, pried may be an exaggeration. When a twenty-three year old blonde bombshell hits a forty-five year old guy who is slightly befuddled with alcohol, there is not very much resistance. By the time I became lucid again, I was convinced that this was another sign from the gods that I would have my revenge on Barbara.

I responded with a kiss and slowly ran my hands over her neck and shoulders. I trailed a string of kisses down her throat and back to her ear. When I nipped her earlobe with my teeth, she purred. I kissed her again as I moved my hand from her shoulder around to her breast, lightly cupping it and feeling the nipple tickle my palm.

Lori reached for the bulge at the front of my slacks. Soon she had the zipper down and my prick up in her hand. Breaking our kiss, she slid to the floor and took the head into her mouth. As she swirled her tongue around, she used both hands to undo my belt and trousers.

"Lift up," she commanded and pulled my trousers and boxers to my ankles. She rapidly worked my shoes and everything else off. Then she resumed that delightful suction with her mouth. After about two minutes of tonguing and sucking, Lori began to lightly tease my balls with one hand. As she continued to use her mouth, she ran her fingertips over the soft skin. Then she held them in her hand while teasing the smooth skin underneath with one fingertip. 

Meanwhile I shucked my shirt and t-shirt. As Lori sucked and played, I could feel the sperm beginning to boil inside me. "Lori, I'm going to come soon." She just increased the speed of all her actions.

Another minute and I released the first spurt into her mouth. "God, you are so gooood!" I spurted several more times. I felt her swallow once before I finished. Then I collapsed back onto the couch. I hadn't realized that I had tensed my body and arched away from the couch when I came.

Lori didn't seem to have spilled a drop. I saw her swallow again when I slipped out of her mouth. She smiled at me and leaned forward still on her knees. I automatically took her in my arms. When she turned her face up to be kissed, I did so immediately. Barbara doesn't swallow, but before we were married I had tasted my cum in several of my girlfriends' mouths. It's not ice cream, but it is certainly not horrible. I always figured that if I wanted them to taste it, I couldn't complain about some taste in the girl's mouth.

"You are so much fun," Lori confided after our extended kiss finished. "I like guys who aren't afraid of themselves."

I pulled her up until she was on the couch lying across my lap. We necked and nibbled on each other for a while. Her robe was open allowing me full access to her body, but I used the slipperiness of the silk to create sensations that she would never have felt skin-to-skin.

Soon I recuperated and began a more intimate exploration of the delightful flesh available to me. I bent to alternate licks and bites on the tiny nipples presented to me. While my mouth was teasing the top half of Lori's body, my fingertips were relishing the smooth slender legs below. I trailed my hands down the outside of one thigh and back up the inside of the same thigh. I grazed my hand across the downy curls and then down the inside of the other thigh and back up the outside. I repeated this path several times.

I kissed up her neck to her lips as my hand wandered over her lower lips. I could feel that she was wet before I pushed between. As our kiss started, she moaned while my fingertips barely parted the fur between her legs. Lori spread her knees and my hand entered her as if being vacuumed in. My fingers now coated with her secretions, I was able to lightly caress from the top of her pussy to the bottom with the same frictionless ease that I had used when rubbing her robe against her skin. Whenever my fingers approached her clitoris, her hips would buck trying to make firmer contact. I started circling around her firm button in faster movements. Her tongue lashed at mine and a deep hum resonated in her throat.

"Oh, Jeff! Harder! Faster!" Lori broke the kiss to direct my actions.

I thrummed her clit like a guitar string.

"Oh, god! NOW! Yessssss!" She collapsed onto my lap. After several shuddering breaths she sat up. "I want you in me now." She rolled off me and onto her knees leaning against the back of the couch.

I pulled the robe from her shoulders and tossed it aside. The light from the lamp reflected off her pussy and the crack between her cheeks where her wetness had flowed down. I momentarily considered pushing into her rosebud since it was so well lubricated. However, enough time for that later.

My cock was just a little high when I was standing so I knelt on the edge of the couch and pulled her furrow onto me. She spread her legs to adjust the height slightly as I began rocking back and forth. 

With only two strokes I was firmly seated in her warm velvet glove. Then I started moving slowly in and out. I immediately recognized that I had been watching something similar last week. Looking down at the expanse of perfectly smooth skin in front of me, I quickly forgot the old scene and fully immersed myself in the new sensations.

"Lori, your skin is so soft and smooth. The curves of your body are delectable and lush to look at. You are so hot and wet I don't know how long I can last."

"Jeff, you feel so good. So big and strong in me and holding me. I'm going to come soon."

With this she began to move back and forth also. I adjusted my timing and speed so that we wouldn't accidentally separate. I also reached around and fingered her clit.

A soft purring started from Lori. We meshed perfectly for several minutes and then began to speed up. Soon we were using short strokes to slam against each other.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oooooooh! Now! Do it!" Her pussy started vibrating around my cock. This triggered my orgasm. I slammed into her and held her jammed against my hips as I spurted time after time into her womb. We both rolled to the side and collapsed spooning onto the couch.

"Jeff, you are incredible." It had taken several minutes of recovery to steady our breathing and gather enough oxygen to speak.

"The inspiration of your gorgeous body is what does it for me." We babbled on at each other for several more sentences before Lori twisted around to recline from the edge of the couch against my side. Her legs were splayed open and then she pulled her heels to the edge of the couch. Her lips parted showing our mixed liquids now cupped in her pussy.

"I've got a big favor to ask of you," she said. "Since you seem comfortable in your maleness, the thing that would really finish the night for me is for you to use your mouth."

"Right now?"

"I can almost come just thinking about it."

I didn't mind the taste, as I said, but I had never contemplated such an act. I knew that my parents had probably thought that any oral sex was wrong. Maybe this was an advance of the younger crowd. I pulled my arm from under Lori and started kissing down her chest. I feasted briefly on each nipple and then swirled my tongue in her belly button.

I moved between her legs and lifted her calves to my shoulders. I took my first lap of our combined juices. Soon I was taking long licks up and down her pussy. When I inserted two fingers in her channel, I could tell she had a small orgasm. She began to moan and babble again.

"Sooo good. Right there. Yes, just like that. Oh, this is going to be a big one. I'm coming. Coming NOOOOWWWW!"

Her hips vibrated spastically against my face, and then she dropped heavily onto the couch. She tugged weakly at my shoulders. When I moved upward, she pulled my face to hers. First she licked off all the wetness from my lips, chin and cheeks. She followed that with a deep kiss using her tongue to retrieve any taste that was inside my mouth.

On Wednesday I took Lori to dinner and then back to my hotel room. We started with a 69, which got us both off quickly. Then, a leisurely lovemaking session ended with Lori on top. Afterwards, Lori asked me to lick her to one last orgasm. In fact, she had three while watching me gobble our juices.

Thursday Lori fetched "the best pizza in town" and a six-pack of beer while I finished some last details. She waited for me at my hotel room. When I got there, she had artfully arranged some pepperoni and tomato sauce to give pizza eating a whole new perspective.

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The next week I was back in Macon. I called Barbara early every night so that Sandra and I could play as long as we wanted. I realized, though, that my affairs were only putting off the time that I would have to deal with THE PROBLEM.

One thing had been nagging at the back of my mind, Harry's attitude on the day that I met him at church. His approach had been more alpha male than lover trying to conceal something from the husband. It had almost been disrespectful of Barbara. It could have provoked a scene between us right there. I was surprised that Barbara had taken up with someone who seemed to be inconsiderate. I was more surprised that a man that cared for her would have acted that way.

Another problem that teased around my consciousness was scheduling. Harry was meeting Barbara at least once, maybe four times a week. What was he doing the other three days? Was an eligible bachelor pining away for his married lover all weekend?

On Friday I left Macon early to check on Harry's evening activities. I had discovered where he worked, so I parked down the street from that building before 4PM. His car was in the lot and I waited. About 4:55 I began following his car, not a problem in Atlanta's slow moving evening snarl.

He went home. I still had time to kill so I parked across from his subdivision and waited to see what might happen. About 6:30 his car pulled into traffic. This time he zipped through the lighter traffic to a condo group. Stopping briefly, he collected a blonde who looked to be about thirty. I had become an expert at finding personal details on the Internet so I quickly wrote down the address and then followed Harry to a nice restaurant downtown. I parked two blocks away and walked back. Harry had conveniently gotten a table by the front window, two chairs only. She must have been chilled by the air conditioning because he was holding both her hands. 

"Hi, honey," I talked to Barbara over my cell. "I've got a problem I'm trying to clear up here. I'll give you a call before I leave."

"Be careful driving," she replied.

I watched Harry and his date for almost two hours. Then they left, returning to Harry's place. Harry must have gotten a thrill out of making love with the curtains open. He didn't think that anybody was spying on him. I snapped a roll of film. He used the same limited repertoire that he used with Barbara. Even the sequencing was the same: girl sucks boy, boy does girl from behind over couch, girl rides boy to orgasm.

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Back in Jacksonville, I had to put in a lot of extra hours on Monday and Tuesday to finish up the design proposal for the client. Lori had told me at lunch on Monday that she was on her period for the next couple of days so everything was cool. An email on Tuesday afternoon invited me to dinner Wednesday at her apartment.

I arrived about 7:30. Frank Sinatra was crooning on the CD player and candles were lit in the living room and dining area. Lori was wearing a halter and a tiny miniskirt. Who was seducing whom?

Lori had prepared a light but delicious meal of salmon steak, rice pilaf and Caesar salad. After I had opened and poured the wine, she instructed me to sit at the table so that she could serve me. She put the salad bowls with salad on the table. Then she served the pilaf onto the dinner plates. Finally, she opened the oven door and bent to pull out the baking dish with the salmon. She had her back to me and bent from the waist. She wasn't wearing panties and the view was spectacular. Her legs were spread and all her treasures were on display. I gaped.

"Do you think that you'll like what I'm serving," she asked.

"If that's for dessert, then no matter what, the meal will be a success."

"No. I've got something else for dessert. But maybe for a postprandial drink." She giggled.

When she put my plate in front of me, I tried to run my hand underneath her skirt. "Down, boy," she commanded. "You can only think about coming courses not sample them."

After we finished eating, I helped her put the dishes in the dishwasher.

"I've got a special desert, but it's a surprise. Go sit on the couch." She shooed me out of the kitchen. About five minutes later the electric lights suddenly went off. Lori glided into the room carrying a tray with two flaming desserts, Baked Alaska.


Baked Alaska is impressive to look at but the taste is bland, a meringue crust over vanilla ice cream with a mild taste of brandy after the flames go out. However, seeing the two mounds next to each other sparked my imagination. I did the obligatory oohh'ing and aahh'ing to show that I appreciated her efforts, but after I had eaten about a third of the dessert, I put it down and began to nibble on Lori's neck. She responded enthusiastically as if meringue and ice cream was not high on her to-do list either.

I quickly skinned off her halter and her miniskirt. A brief foray between her thighs revealed that she had been thinking about the next course as much as I, but maybe she didn't foresee the condiments that I was planning. I moved to kiss her again but also used my free hand to grab the remains of the Baked Alaska meringue. I suddenly dropped the cone onto her breast.

"Damn, that's cold!" She broke the kiss and looked to see what I had done.

I held it in place while I moved to bite off pieces. After a few nibbles, I had uncovered her nipple. I started to flick my tongue over the very erect nubbin. As I did that, I removed the remaining crust and put it back on the plate.

"How would you like it if I did that to you," she asked. I could tell she was only trying to act mad.

"You gave me the idea with the pizza," I replied referring to our tryst two weeks ago. "Now, I want to try eating ice cream out of your bowl." I reached for a large dollop of the softening goo.

"No, no, no," exclaimed Lori.

"Yes, yes, yes," I replied as I moved the white substance toward her pussy.

"At least not here! It'll make a mess." She rolled to her side and stood up, moving towards the bedroom.

I grabbed the plate and followed her.

"Hurry, before I back out," she said spreading her legs.

I only picked up a small spoonful this time. She rocked her hips upwards and I put about a teaspoonful in her cleft.

"Ooooooh. Hurry up and eat me!"

I bent to the task immediately.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooooh Goddd!" In little more than a minute Lori was spasming under my assault. She thrust her hips hard into my face and then dropped back down to the bed momentarily sated.

"Jeff, I don't want to do that often, but that was kinky enough to put me over the top really quick."

"Well, the syrup on the ice cream tasted better than anything I've ever had."

"I've got to get the stickiness off. Be right back." Lori disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared shortly. 

This time we made love slowly and conventionally. I rode her in the missionary position until we both came together.

We rolled to one side and rested for a few minutes. When I had softened almost to the point of falling out, Lori rolled to her back. She lay there with her knees bent, one of them resting on my leg. I still had my arm around her. I was enjoying lightly tugging and twisting the nearest nipple. Looking down at her glistening, gaping pussy I was sure that the next request would be for oral sex.




You Can Handle It Ch. 04



"Lori's still got a Daddy complex, I see."

I almost fell out of bed. The female voice was unexpected. I grabbed the sheet to cover Lori and I, but it was tangled. With my nervousness I was completely uncoordinated.

"Don't bother covering up." I finally located the short brunette in the doorway. She was nude. "You don't have to be ashamed of that body or that equipment and I've seen Lori's bod frequently around the apartment," she continued.

"Jeff, let me introduce Linda, my roommate," Lori said. "Don't mind her comments. She's just jealous because her boyfriends aren't as good as you. Not by a long shot."

"If half of what Lori has reported is true, I'd like a bit of that action," Linda leered at us as she plopped down on the end of the bed. "She says your cum is the sweetest she's ever swallowed." Linda stroked one of my legs with her hand. My eyes widened as I watched her use her other hand to stroke Lori's leg.

I looked up at Lori. Her legs were still spread exposing her wet pussy to the world and her eyes glittered with lust. She ran two fingers between her pussy lips gathering our mingled excretions and brought them up under her nose.

"We sure smell good," she said as she sniffed the two digits. She stuck one finger in her mouth and sucked the juices off. "And we taste good, too. Want a taste?" She thrust the other damp digit towards Linda.

Linda kneeled on the bed and grabbed Lori's wrist guiding the wet finger into her mouth. "Mmmmm, Mmmmm good," she exclaimed. Linda's head dropped down towards Lori's pussy and she sniffed loudly. "You do smell good."

Linda's tongue extended slowly and moved feather-soft over the drooling pussy. After two swipes she dropped to her belly and began licking in earnest.

"Baby, that's so right," Lori exclaimed. "You and Jeff should have a contest in pussy-eating. I know I'd come out the winner."

If my mouth had fallen open any wider, I would have dislocated my jaw. Just the contrast between the two women was erotic. The tall, athletically slender blonde and the short voluptuous brunette encompassed the full range of feminine beauty. I watched Lori lift her hips to make better contact with Linda's mouth. She squirmed around for a minute before she found the right position. Then she looked at me again.

"Jeff, there's some KY jelly in my nightstand," Lori panted the instruction. "I bet Linda would love it if you did her ass. Ooooooohh!"

My shock had faded. Never turn down the request of a beautiful woman, especially if she is nude. I retrieved the tube and squeezed a generous glob between Linda's upturned cheeks. She moved her ass slowly from side to side as I rubbed the lubricant around and slid one finger into her rosebud. I added a second and then a third finger assuring myself that she was lubricated and loose enough to accept my cock.

I spread her legs and pulled her to a kneeling position. Moving behind her, I stroked the head of my cock up and down her crack getting plenty of KY on me. Then I slowly pushed into her tight, hot hole. By the fifth or sixth push my curly hairs were tickling her ass cheeks. I began to stroke back and forth.

Slowly at first, I rapidly built up speed. Then I noticed that the force of my thrusts was sending Linda alternately bumping her nose against Lori and completely losing contact as she rebounded when I pulled backward. I adjusted my speed and force so that I was smoothly enjoying the tightness of Linda's ass while Lori enjoyed the continuing ministrations of Linda's tongue.

Even moving slowly and smoothly like I was, I knew that I wouldn't last long. The tightness of Linda's ass and the visual stimulation of the lesbian activity were sending my brain into overload.

"Lori, you were right about Jeff being sensitive and especially about how sweet his cum is," Linda briefly stopped her licking to comment to Lori.

"Ooooh baby! You know I really get off when somebody laps my pussy after sex. Swallow his load and mine, too!" Lori began rolling her hips against Linda's face. I knew she was about to come.

"Oh! Now! Now! Now! I'm cuuuummming!" Lori went over the top. 

As I watched, I felt my sperm boiling up through my cock. "Take it, Linda!" I thrust my hips against hers and held her there while I spurted. She went over the top also as her ass clenched and released my dick several times. Then I collapsed heavily to the side, my softening prick waving in the air.

Linda crawled up beside Lori until she could put her arm across Lori's waist. "Thank you for letting him do me. You're so lucky."

Lori scrunched down the bed until her face was next to Linda's. "Thank me! You just gave me a rousing orgasm and you want to thank me? Thank you!" She pecked Linda's lips. She began trailing a line of kisses down to Linda's breasts. Nipping both nipples she descended to her hip, then around to plant kisses on her ass cheeks.

Lori straddled Linda's legs bending to lap her tongue down the crack. Insinuating her legs between Linda's legs she tugged the brunette's hips back into a kneeling position. From there Lori was able to swipe from Linda's pussy up to the still leaking ass.

"God, you're right! It does taste good flowing from someone else's hole." Lori returned to enthusiastically cleaning up her roommate.

Linda turned to look at me. "You ready again? Come 'ere!"

I looked down and saw I was hard again. I rolled across the bed to present my cock to her waiting mouth. As the brunette began a delightful motion with her tongue, I watched the blonde head bobbing between pussy and ass. I knew that I would soon splash sperm into an orifice for the third time in as many hours.



You Can Handle It Ch. 05



Back in Greenville I only spent about half my time on billable hours. The rest of the time and evenings I spent with new computer equipment and software. I converted my working laptop to be able to use a WiFi connection to the Internet. Additionally, by the end of the week, I had a small portable hooked up to a decent video camera also using WiFi to access the Internet. Now I could log on to the new computer remotely. I could then capture a frame every fifteen seconds, or less frequently as desired, and transmit it to my remote location. I could also turn on recording remotely and capture full motion video with sound on the 80GB disk. Now all I had to do was find a place to mount it.

That weekend B&B wanted to hit an outlet mall about thirty miles out of Atlanta. Like any smart husband I declined the opportunity to be bored stiff for four hours.

As soon as they were away, I had the new equipment in the house. I had already decided that I could mount the camera in the A/C duct high on the wall of the guest room. But I also needed to put the computer someplace where I could connect it to the camera and connect both to an electrical outlet for continuous power. I climbed into the attic space above the second floor. There was a light up there and also an outlet, presumably so that the workmen could have power when finishing that part of the structure.

I cut a hole in the A/C ductwork so that I could run the cable to the camera. Then I got a long extension cord to plug into the outlet and to hook the computer up. After about two hours work everything was set up and tested. Now I just had to wait until something interesting happened in the guestroom.

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The next week I was in Macon again. I could monitor the guest room from my portable anywhere, but the comment that Harry had made about 'every night' bugged me. I wanted to check and see if that were true. I told Sandra that I needed to take off about 4PM each day. She didn't ask me why.

On Monday I cruised through Beth's condo association about 6PM. The B&B cars were there and I didn't see any familiar cars in the visitor's lot. About 7:30 I saw Beth's boyfriend arrive and shortly after he and Beth left again. I waited across the street until nine o'clock. I saw Hank and Beth go back in, but Barbara stayed home so I drove back to Macon.

Tuesday I had just parked across the street again when Barbara called my cell.

"Hi, there!"

"Hello, how are you tonight?"

"Had a rough day with your grandson. He's working so hard on that tooth but nothing's popping."

Something, or more likely somebody, was popping but it's got nothing to do with Johnny. "Gee, that's too bad. He must be miserable. And causing the adults misery also."

We talked for another ten or fifteen minutes and then I saw Harry Winston's car go into the association entrance. We continued to talk and then she yawned.

"Honey, I'm really tired. I think I'm going to turn in early tonight. Love you."

"I love you, too," I replied and we hung up.

Six minutes later I pulled into traffic two cars behind Harry's car. I followed them to the nearest mall and watched them go into Magiano's, a restaurant that you could enter from the outside of the mall. After a short wait they were seated in the sidewalk café area where I could conveniently watch them. I hadn't anticipated this, but over the next hour and a half, while they were eating, I shot a roll of film catching all sorts of interesting poses of the two.

When they left the restaurant, they drove leisurely to Harry's house. By now it was dark and I again parked on the street behind Harry's and walked through to his backyard.

Harry really liked the idea of making love in that basement with the curtains open. He only had a small light on but it was enough. 

Barbara kneeling before Harry, her mouth working slowly; click. Barbara bending over the couch with Harry entering her from behind; click. Barbara bouncing herself up and down as Harry lay on the couch; click. Another two rolls of film used up over a two-hour fuck-fest.

Wednesday I called Barbara while I was parked across the street from the condo. We talked for a while and then ended the conversation. About 7:30 both Hank and Harry showed up. This time the foursome left in Hank's car. I followed them to a new housing development and to a house where a party was going on.

I drove past where they parked and around all the streets in the housing development before coming back and parking near the party house. I sat in the car for a while to let all the people arrive. Then I got out and began to look for places where I could shoot pictures. I discovered that the party had spilled out onto the patio and around the pool. There was plenty of outside lighting that would make taking pictures easy if Harry and Barbara were out there. 

I waited about thirty minutes and got my wish. All four of the crew came out onto the patio and began circulating. I took a few pictures but nothing special. As the evening continued, Harry had several more drinks and began to get frisky, nibbling on Barbara's neck and running his hands over her ass. Barbara pushed him away when he did that the first time. She has never approved of PDA's. As the night continued, she had several drinks herself. Harry became bolder and she began to acquiesce. Finally, I got several excellent shots of the two of them kissing with Harry's hands clutching her ass.

Shortly after that, the party began to break up. When I saw the foursome leave, I hung around in the trees for a while and then headed back to Macon. Thursday I would stay in Macon. I already knew that Thursday was a regular date for Barbara and Harry.


Thursday I got a call from Barbara about 5:30. She explained that B&B were going out to a movie tonight so she called early. After we hung up, I remembered that the last time they went to a movie, the action ended up back at Beth's condo. I decided to monitor things using the video camera hook-up from my motel room. I activated a thirty-second capture about 6:15. 

I got about ten minutes of frames as Barbara got dressed to go out. She had put on some rose-colored lingerie that I had never seen before. She also wore a sleeveless knit top and a skirt that had a hem about two inches above the knee. She has good-looking legs and even without hose, she looked sharp.

After she left the bedroom, I decided to go eat. I returned about 8:30 but there was still nothing on the video feed. I read and watched TV, keeping an eye on the video. About 10:30 a frame appeared on the computer showing Barbara entering the bedroom leading a man who was still concealed by the door. She was already topless. I quickly switched the video to full motion and audio recording on the hard drive. I set the program timer for four hours. That was a long time but the last time had lasted at least two hours. I then shut down my computer and let the recording do its work. Next week I would be in Greenville and could watch the video directly.

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When I got to my office Monday in Greenville, I started on a major personal project. I spent most of the day doing research on the net and perusing books in the computer section of the local bookstore. It wasn't until after my supper in front of the nightly news that I took the laptop out of the car.

B&B had gone shopping briefly Sunday afternoon. I had enough time to get into the attic and remove all traces of the video setup. I had resisted the urge to see what had been recorded, because I had no idea when they would return.

Now, I hooked the laptop into my home network. I copied the video file from the laptop to a DVD burner. Finally, I took the finished DVD and inserted it into the player for the TV. I punched the ON button and the DVD PLAY combination as I sat down to watch.

The opening of the DVD showed Barbara, still topless, standing at the foot of the bed kissing a man with his back to the camera. He was caressing her breast nearest to the camera. They were obviously enjoying each other but something seemed odd about the scene that I couldn't quite identify.

"You're way overdressed," Barbara said as she broke the kiss. She began fumbling with his belt.

"We're both overdressed," he replied and moved to unzip her skirt.

That wasn't Harry's voice! It sounded like Hank. He shifted position to look around at the skirt's button and I saw his face. It was Hank!

The skirt whispered to the floor. Hank grabbed Barbara's panties and pushed them down her legs. He knelt and removed the panties, then took off her shoes. As he stood back up he swiped his tongue across her pussy.

Barbara went back to work on Hank. Soon, his pants fell to the floor, pocket contents and belt buckle jingling as they hit. She knelt and removed his shoes, socks, and slacks. Meanwhile he stripped off his shirt. She pulled his boxers down to his thighs. His cock stood proudly and she paused to lick the head several times. Then she finished stripping him and rose to kiss him again.

Their tongues began dueling. Hank gently pushed her backwards until they both fell to the bed with him between her legs. He reached between them and began to rub the head of his cock along her lower lips.

"Yessss. Put it in me now," Barbara hissed.

Hank started a gentle rocking motion that slowly drove his cock deeper and deeper. When he was fully in, he paused to give her time to adjust. He had just started fully thrusting when the bedroom door opened.

Beth burst through naked followed by Harry similarly undressed. "We thought it would be more fun together," Beth said as she crawled onto the bed beside Barbara.

Shortly Harry had mounted Beth and was thrusting back and forth. Hank also resumed his motions. B&B were both making little moans and other love sounds.

"There's a fantasy that I've always had." Hank stopped thrusting and stood up. He walked around to Beth's side of the bed and pushed his cock toward her face.

Beth craned her neck towards Hank's cock as he knelt on the bed. She took it into her mouth and began sucking the tip and jacking him. Beth stopped sucking briefly so that she could run her tongue all over Hank's prick. "Really tasty," she commented on her sister's juices before sucking Hank back into her mouth.

Barbara rolled to her side and watched for a few minutes. Then I saw something I would not have believed. She reached out and fondled Beth's breast and began gently rolling and pinching the pink nipple. Beth groaned loudly then she let Hank slip from her mouth and rolled to her back. 

"Oh, oh, oh, ooooooh!" Beth had a good orgasm, which left her limp.

"Come on back, boy," Barbara crooked her finger at Hank. He moved back into her saddle and began humping.

Beth was just lying limp under Harry while she recovered. Harry decided that he wanted something more active and withdrew, moving to kneel beside Barbara's head. Barbara imitated her twin's earlier actions, sucking Harry's little head and pumping his shaft. After a couple of minutes I noticed Beth reviving.

She rolled to her side to see what was going on. Then she leaned over and took her twin's nearest nipple in her mouth while reaching to tease the other one. This sent Harry over the top. Within a minute I saw him grab Barbara's head and hold it still while he gyrated his hips back and forth. "I'm coming, babe," he yelled.

Barbara kept the spurting prick in her mouth. She even seemed to swallow, something she never did for me. Even so, she couldn't take it all and some dribbled down onto the pillow. Harry staggered back and sat in the casual chair on that side of the room.

Hank sped up his thrusting as Barbara began to lift her hips in time with Hank. Beth continued to play with her sister's breasts.

"I'm getting close now, Hank. Harder! Do me harder!" Barbara's movements became less coordinated but much more exaggerated.

"Now! Now! Come with me! Oh, godddddd!" Barbara collapsed back on the bed.

"Sooo goood!" Hank finished, too. He dropped down onto his elbows and then rolled to the side.

They all just lay there recovering for several minutes and then Barbara started to get up. "I've got to shower. I'm too tired to do anything else tonight."

"Me too," echoed Beth.

"Why don't you guys run along and we'll talk tomorrow," Barbara instructed Hank and Harry. She kissed each one on the lips briefly as she walked nude toward the bathroom. "Good night."

I was hard as a steel spike being pounded into a railroad tie. I backed up the DVD to where Harry was getting ready to move to Barbara's head and hit Play. When Beth's tongue touched Barbara's nipple, I spurted three feet across the rug.

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It had taken me the full two weeks in Greenville doing research and programming, but finally, early Friday morning the Trojan horse slipped into the email server at Harry's office. 

Friday afternoon I called Barbara and told her that I was stuck on a problem and would be there later. In truth I was already on the road and I arrived outside Harry's office about 4PM.

Harry was out the door before 5. I followed him back to his house and then to an apartment complex in Midtown. Shortly, Harry and a brunette came out dressed for a night of clubbing. I got a good picture of them as they got into Harry's car. Over the next four hours I took a few more pictures as they ate dinner and also as they checked out two clubs. I called Barbara again and told her I was having a more difficult time than I thought. I would stay in Greenville overnight and drive down in the morning. By eleven o'clock they were back at Harry's place.

Over the next ninety minutes I shot a roll of film of the activities in the basement recreation room. By now I could predict the sequence of events pretty well. I briefly thought of anonymously sending a sex manual to Harry to give him some new ideas.

After the couple stopped for the night, I checked into a motel. I looked up the personal data on Harry's new girlfriend off the Internet and then got a good night's sleep. 

I got up early enough to be outside the one-hour photo shop when they opened. After looking at the wallet-sized photos, I selected about ten graphic shots and had them blown up to 5 x 7's. I arrived at Beth's place about 11AM.

When I walked in both girls were dressed casually and drinking coffee at the breakfast table. Barbara came over to kiss me but I avoided her and spoke directly to Beth. "Rich's is having a sale today. Here's two hundred dollars. Go shopping until five." I slapped the bills on the kitchen counter.

"Wha, what's going on? Why do you want me to leave?"

"Just do it. Barbara will be here when you get back."

"But I haven't finished the laundry. It's almost done. You and Barbara can go into the living room. I won't bother you."

I put my briefcase on the table and took out an 8x10 picture of Harry kissing Barbara and grabbing her ass with Beth in the background at the party. I slammed the picture down between them. "GET THE HELL OUT NOW!"

Barbara went white. Beth scurried out grabbing the money and her purse.

"It's not what you think," Barbara began.

"Really? Not resisting too much, are you? Most people would say you're enjoying it, even."

"Oh, it was just one of those things that happen at a party. Harry had had too much to drink and I didn't want to make a scene." She tried to relax and act casual. I could see the wheels turning. She thought that if a person at the party had passed this on, then maybe I didn't know much.

"Were you trying not to make a scene here also?" I pulled another picture out that showed the two of them at the sidewalk table at Magiano's. She was holding one of his hands and he had a hand on her bare knee pushing her skirt up slightly.

"Well, Harry does get fresh sometimes, but it's just his personality. It's doesn't mean anything."

"It may not mean anything to him, but what does it mean to you? Why are you out with him so often?"

"We run into each other sometimes and talk like friends do. It's nice to have adult conversation after spending all day with a baby. You know that I love you." She was still trying to put a casual twist to this as she picked up her coffee cup.

"After twenty-three years of marriage, you can't be honest with me?" The next picture I dropped on the table was a 5 x 7. There was no doubt that it showed Barbara nude, bent over the couch in Harry's basement. Harry was behind her, hips and other things buried between her legs.

The coffee cup spilled on the table and Barbara slumped in her chair. "My lord, how did you get that?"

"The real question is why did you do that?"

She didn't answer immediately. Then she seemed to pull herself together and sat up straight. "You've been spying on me! What a lowdown thing to do, JERK!" She had decided that cool wasn't the way to go. Anger at being wronged was the next tack.

"Wow! Hurt me with a name, huh? After what's been going on for the last six months, you think name calling is going to hurt me more?"

"You bastard! You don't care about me. I spent all those nights alone in that house. And then on the weekends you didn't want to do anything but stay home. I'm too young to stay home all the time."

"Small town girl goes to the big city and is dazzled by the lights. You think Beth's got it good because she can go out partying every night? I thought you graduated from college twenty-five years ago."

"Well, Harry appreciates me and is good to me. He thinks about nice things for us to do."

"I can see that Harry thinks of nice things for YOU to do." I dropped a picture of Barbara blowing Harry. "But, if Harry's so good why doesn't he ever go down on you. I seem to remember you enjoying that."

"Harry and I are simpatico. He really loves me and shows it. We don't have to do everything to enjoy each other."

"You even got Diane to lie for you. What'd you tell her? That I was cold and uncaring?"

"She agrees with me that I deserve some happiness. That I've done for you all these years and you've never appreciated me."

"How many people does she think it takes to make you happy?" I dropped a vid-cap onto the table of Hank fucking her. It was like I had slapped her. "How many people at once does it take?" I placed another vid-cap beside the first one. This one showed Hank fucking her while she sucked on Harry. "What would Diane think of her mother after seeing those? What would she think when she saw the video of the whole episode and where those pricks had been two minutes earlier? How much longer do you think you'd baby-sit Johnny?"

It was like I'd hit her in the stomach. "Wh, wh, where? How did you get those," she asked very weakly.

"You're so in love with this guy that you want to trade him for your sister's boyfriend? Or maybe it's the other way around. Maybe he just wanted to notch his bedpost for both B&B twins?"

"You didn't even care about the diseases that you could be bringing into our bed. There aren't any rubbers on any of the pricks fucking your cunt," I continued.

"Don't use those words! Harry and Hank are healthy."

"You talk about my WORDS when I could make lots of money selling the Porno Granny video over the Internet? Suppose Hank and Harry are clean. What about the girls they're screwing?"

"You know Beth and I are okay and Hank's been going with Beth longer than Harry's been with me."

"I'm asking about the other girls." I dropped a picture of Harry and the brunette from last night on the table. Barbara sucked in her breath.

"This one is Hilde Cramer, age 28, 404-622-4321. That was taken last night at 11:32PM as you'll see from the date stamp." I dropped a picture of Harry and the blonde on the table. "That is Jeri Moore, age 31, 770-555-1234. I suspect that there are not many nights that Harry sleeps in a cold bed. I'd also bet that you're the oldest girl he's currently screwing."




You Can Handle It Ch. 05



"You used your computer software to doctor up these pictures!"

"I thought you might react like that. I mentioned the phone numbers but I can give you complete addresses and place of employment. Call them up and see how well they know Harry. By the way here are some more pictures for your scrapbook." I dumped another two dozen pictures of Harry and the women on the table. "Damn, that blonde has a fine pair of tits on her."

Barbara's face screwed up and she began to cry. I let her weep for a minute or two.

"Do you want something to drink? Coke, water, beer?" My mouth was dry and I didn't know what else to do. I felt sort of sick at the mental beating I had just given Barbara and also from the overall confrontation.

"N, n, n, no," She stuttered.

I fixed myself a Coke. "I'm going to the living room. When you're ready to talk some more call me or come in there." She continued to cry softly. I wanted to go hold her and comfort her but I didn't know whether she wanted me anymore.

Sometime later, I heard her get some water. She moved slowly through the doorway and slumped down on the couch. I was sitting in an easy chair.

"I've really messed things up, haven't I," she asked.

"Well, at this point it doesn't sound like the they-lived-happily-ever-after ending."

"Jeff, I don't know what to do."

"On the basis of Hilde and Jeri, I'd say Harry is a puke for you to kick in the balls and move on. I had thought that we might try getting back together, but based on what you've said today, I ought to think about it."

I hoped she might respond to my opening, but the silence just drew longer. "Look," I started. "I'll go back to Greenville. I'll be in Macon next week. Call me either place and we'll get together and talk some more."

No response. I got up and retrieved my briefcase from the breakfast nook. "I'm going to take off. Bye."

"Bye," she said. She didn't even look at me as I left.



You Can Handle It Ch. 06



I guess I had believed too much in the Hollywood ending. I had thought that she'd throw herself on my mercy and beg me to take her back, especially after I showed her what a tomcat Harry was. This morning, I had also believed that she still loved me. I wasn't so sure now. The comments about Harry being so simpatico had socked me in the gut.

I got back to Greenville about 4PM. I hadn't eaten all day but I wasn't hungry. I turned on the Braves game but all I could think about was Barbara. I ate some snacks and went to bed.

The next morning I got up and went for a six-mile jog. I didn't clear my brain of anything but at least some of the tension was gone from my body. When I finished my workout, there was a message from Barbara asking if I could come back to Atlanta today to talk. I called and said I'd be in about 2PM.

When I got to Beth's, they were both there. Neither looked like much sleep had occurred in the last 24 hours.

"Jeff," Beth started. "You have some pictures of Barbara that make me think that you have pictures of me, too."

"I do."

"You have no right to have taken those."

"I set up to take pictures of Barbara. I had no idea that anything so wild was going to happen."

"You've violated our privacy and we can sue you."

"To sue me, you'd have to allege some wrong done. I can just see it now, 'Your Honor, this man took pictures of a private orgy that we were having.' Our kids and your kids would just love that. I don't have any interest in getting you involved in this if I don't have to."

"I was hoping that you wanted to talk to me about us," I said turning to Barbara. "If all you wanted was to conceal your tawdry actions, we could have discussed that over the phone."

"Beth, this isn't doing me any good and I do want to talk to Jeff alone. Can't you go shopping again?" Barbara looked like she was about to cry again.

"Okay. Let me get my purse." She was gone in about five minutes.

After Beth left, Barbara took a cup of coffee into the living room. I followed and sat in a chair.

"I feel like the world has shattered," Barbara started. "I thought I knew what I was doing and where I was going. In the last twenty-four hours I realized I don't know a thing."

"Maybe it's not beyond repair," I offered.

"What can I do to start in the right direction?"

"If you want us to stay together, I'll work with you. If you've decided to leave me, I'll offer to help, but I'm probably not the right person for that."

"I think yesterday brought me to my senses. I'd like to try to stay together."

"Maybe you could start by telling me the beginning and perhaps we can figure out what we did wrong so that we won't do it again."

After a few minutes of recollection, she started. "When Pat and Bill moved away, something changed. Diane had gone to college two years before and Robert had just left; your business was doing great but you were gone so much of the time. I was lonely before Pat left, but when she moved I didn't even have my best friend to talk to. I was like that for more than two years. Then Diane got pregnant. The wedding and helping her prepare for the baby gave me something to occupy my time and distract me."

"As her delivery neared, I suddenly realized that soon I would have nothing to do again. I knew I was depressed again when I came down to stay those first two weeks with Diane. The second Tuesday I was here, Beth asked me to go to a party with her. Diane was doing great and I thought that getting out might help me cheer up."

"Harry was there. He and I spent time catching up on what we had been doing for thirty years. I learned he was divorced and seeing no one regularly. He learned that I was away from my husband for two weeks. He made sure that my drink kept getting refilled. After a bit, I was leaning against his side and his hand was in the middle of my back, except it wasn't my back, it was lower."

"Beth came by. 'Having a good time, are we?' she said. She always was the more daring one. I don't know if you knew, but she had an affair before she and Dick broke up. I don't think Dick or her kids know, so don't say anything! Once I realized that she saw me and was encouraging me, well, with the alcohol, loneliness, and depression I let my defenses drop completely."

"Harry and I continued to talk. I was saying something and he just leaned over and nibbled my earlobe. I looked around to see if anybody noticed, but I wanted him to do that again. He did. Then he asked me if I had seen the terrace and garden out back. I knew where this was leading, but I figured what the hell. A few kisses never hurt anyone."

"The terrace was brightly lit, but Harry maneuvered me out on to the lawn to 'show me some flowers.' I was mildly amused at the schoolboy lines he was using. Once out of the lights he nibbled on my ear again and then turned my chin to kiss me. The first kiss was almost chaste, just a brush of the lips. The second one though, boy! His tongue swept over my lips and then our mouths joined. I hadn't kissed anyone but you like that since we started dating! I was so caught up in the wet heat of the kiss that I didn't notice when he put his hand on my breast. Suddenly, I realized that his hand was sliding off my breast but under my blouse and the edge of my bra. When his fingertips got to the nipple, I groaned and slumped against him. We continued the kiss as he unbuttoned my blouse. When it was open, he pulled my bra cup down and sucked my nipple into his mouth. It was like his lips were generating electricity that shot from my breast down between my legs. He must have teased me with his tongue for a couple of minutes and I could tell that I was sopping wet. For the first time, I thought I might have an orgasm from having my nipples sucked."

"Then several other people burst out onto the terrace laughing and talking loudly. That snapped the mood. After rapidly buttoning up and tucking in, we strolled casually back to the party. I was sure that everybody on the terrace knew what we had been doing and could see the imprint of Harry's hand. My face was blazing."

"We talked for just a few more minutes and then Beth came around to collect me and go home. My panties were wet and still gathering moisture when we got back. I got ready for bed quickly and closed the door to the guest room. Unless you're there or Beth has Hank staying over, it's usually left open." 

"As I jumped into bed, all I could think about was Harry kissing my nipples. I began to lightly caress them. I began to tug at my left nipple while I slowly slid my right hand down my tummy. When I got to my pussy, I let my hand slip around using the nylon of my nightgown. There were no panties under my nightgown that night. Nothing was going to get in the way of quick satisfaction. The hair was crinkly underneath my fingers, but as I spread my knees, my pussy lips spread, too. I was so wet the nightgown immediately stuck to my lips. I pulled it out of the way and began lightly caressing the soft tissue. My fingertips glided over the protruding wetness, not yet touching my clit and down to the smooth skin below my cleft. My liquid was running down my ass and the thought of that made me hotter. I tried to go slow, but I was already too hot. Brushing my clit on the upswing, I also pushed my fingers just in between my lower lips to increase the amount of nerve stimulation. After a few minutes, I started circling around my clit and then I used two fingers to rub all over and around it." 

"I pulled a pillow over my mouth when I came. How long I cried and moaned into that pillow I have no idea. The itch wasn't completely satisfied and I rolled over to my stomach and thrust two fingers inside and hunched my clit against the heel of my hand until the pillow muffled another cry. Then I fell asleep."

"In the morning Beth teased me about being in the garden with Harry. I asked her how she knew and she said that another girl had asked if I wasn't married. When Beth replied affirmatively, the girl asked if that was my husband with me in the garden. Beth laughed and then said that she knew Harry hadn't finished the job. She said that she heard me cry out twice. I had been too noisy for the pillow to muffle. She said that listening to me, quote, 'made her hot and she had to play until she got off, too.'"

"That afternoon Harry called me at Diane's. He wanted to take me to dinner. I thought dinner would be safe and he made me feel carefree. I called you early that night. You were working on a problem and didn't talk to me long. When we hung up, I was a little peeved and decided that I would have fun that night. Although I wore a short, full skirt and a sleeveless cashmere sweater, I didn't really think that I would let anything happen."

"Harry was his charming best at dinner. He also made sure that I drank most of the wine we ordered. When Harry walked me out to his car, he kissed me several times. When he got into his car he kissed me twice again. My head was spinning; I was high and hot. He drove back to his house and took me inside. The rest is history."

"I can understand a one-night fling," I stated. "What about the next day and then coming back to Atlanta?"

"That first night was Wednesday. When Harry brought me back, I just had to talk to somebody about my escapade. Beth was just getting out of the shower and had wrapped a towel around her when I called out. I was jabbering like a schoolgirl. Beth made me slow down and describe to her exactly what went on. She followed me to our room as I slipped my dress off. Lying down on the bed, she coaxed me to tell her what happened while I got ready for sleep."

"By the time I finished talking about dinner and my conversation with Harry, I had changed into my red nightgown that has the black bows closing a keyhole bodice. I was still excited from being with Harry and planned to jill off later so I had left off my panties again. Beth was still lying on her side on the bed. I sat down cross-legged on the bed facing her. Then I resumed telling her about going back to Harry's house."

"Every time we hit a red light or a stop sign, he gave me a kiss. Harry had pushed my skirt higher with each one. Demonstrating that, I pushed my nightgown up some."

"When we got to his house, he took me down to his rec room in the basement. He moved his hands lightly over my shell and then eased it up slowly. When he got to the front catch of my bra he opened that and tugged and pinched my nipples while we were still kissing. As I described these actions to Beth, I closed my eyes and remembered and subconsciously untied several of the bows on my nightgown."

"Keeping my eyes closed, I provided details about how he undressed me and I helped undress him. I began to touch my breasts and caress my nipples. The experience had given me a continuing high, the alcohol long since having burned away in the heat of passion. With my eyes closed, I almost forgot about Beth and I certainly wasn't conscious of caressing myself in front of her."

"As I continued to describe how Harry fondled my legs on the way to his goal, I stroked up my legs pushing my nightgown further up to my hips. My fingers brushed the wetness on my hair, and my cleft became engorged again. Suddenly, a groan from Beth brought me back from my memories. I jerked my hand away from my crotch as my eyes popped open. I tugged my nightgown southward to cover myself."

"'No! Let me watch,' Beth pleaded as my eyes took in the sight before me. She had opened up the towel and raised a leg. One hand was working rapidly in her pussy and the other was mashing a boobie, hard. She was staring into my pussy."

"'Please. Let me see you do it while I do it, too,' she begged me. A thrill ran down my spine. I slid over on my side but upside down to her so I could stare into her pussy as her eyes drank in the wetness between my legs. 

Continuing to elaborate on the night's events, I resumed petting my puss. Beth's hand speeded up as I did so, and soon she came with a deep moan. Her hips jerked several times and then she collapsed, rolling to her back."

"My narration stopped as I concentrated on bringing myself off. My eyes closed again remembering Harry's touch. I used one hand to rub my breast, pushing it one way or another and sometimes grazing the nipple with my palm. Spreading my lips with my index finger and ring finger exposed my clit. My middle finger circled it and rubbed it hard occasionally. My orgasm was approaching when suddenly I felt two fingers enter my pussy. My eyes flew open and I saw Beth stroking in and out of me. That sent me way over the top and I screamed as I came."

"I never knew you and Beth fooled around," I said.

"We never had before. After that if one of us got laid and the other didn't, the story had to be told in all its horny, dripping detail. We would lie in one of the beds and jill off together. Occasionally we would use our fingers on each other, especially on the one who had not gotten off earlier."

"Harry isn't a very inventive lover," I observed. "After a while Beth must have gotten bored with your stories."

"You're right about Harry," Barbara confirmed. "I made up stuff about half the time and told that to Beth."

"I don't think you came back to Atlanta just to have story time with Beth," I remarked dryly.

"No," she continued. "I'm ashamed, but Thursday I packed an overnight bag when I left Beth's. When I left Diane's that day I pulled over in a gas station and called you. Then I went directly to Harry's. He grilled steaks but we spent most of the night in bed."

"After I got back to Greenville, he called me everyday at lunchtime and we would talk. When Diane began complaining about daycare for Johnny, it was easy for me to justify coming back down here. The side benefit was to spend more time with Harry."

"That one, uh, unusual night," I started. "If you were in love with Harry, why did you do it, or was that a part of the arrangement that I just didn't see?"

"Don't jump to conclusions here," Barbara replied. "I have never used the word 'love' to Harry or about Harry. Sure, the first month or so after I came back I thought about it. Then I realized that I had a bad case of lust and that love would have to grow. It never really did. I think I sensed that Harry wasn't a long-term thing. I called him several times on Friday nights that you were going to be late and never got him and never got an explanation from him later. I was hurt when you showed me those pictures yesterday but more as being shown a fool rather than surprised by what you had."

"So why the ménage a quatre?"

"Well, it was one of those silly-happy evenings. Beth and I were already into the communion wine before the guys got there. It turned out that Hank had closed a really big deal that day, maybe one-fourth of a year's commission for him. In the previous weeks, Beth and I had heard about this deal. Beth had promised him an exciting evening if it closed, hinting at back-door sex, something she told me she had only done twice in her life. Hank had teased me into promising him something also. The agreement was to do something not yet specified, but I never expected that Beth would let me go through with it."

"As I said, Beth and I were already feeling good when Hank and Harry arrived. All through dinner the boys kept pouring the wine. By the end we had killed three bottles with a lot more than half going to Beth and me."

"The promises were also brought up. By the end of the meal both Harry and Beth were saying that I had to pay up. Beth was sort of daring me. Looking back, I'd say that, like you guessed, Harry had hopes of bedding Beth. I decided to see how far Beth would let me go. Hank got into the back seat with me after dinner and we started kissing. Beth was watching as he put his hand on my breast. During the next kiss he unbuttoned my blouse and hefted each boobie in his hands. My bra hooked in front. Hank unhooked it. When he bent to nibble my nipples, I looked up. I saw Harry's eyes in the mirror. Beth was on her knees looking over the seat at the action. She was massaging her breast with one hand. The other was out of sight, but I could see her arm moving in a rhythm that was familiar." 

"When we got back to the house, the other three told me that I couldn't button up for the walk to the door. It was so wicked and daring. I knew then that Hank would fuck me. He took me immediately into the living room and we continued to make out on the couch. Harry sat down in that chair and pulled Beth onto his lap. He began to nibble at her neck."

"Hank finished removing my blouse and my bra. He kissed my neck and then down around my breasts and flicked his tongue over my nipples. After a while I looked over and Harry had an arm around Beth and was stroking the side of her breast. His other hand was already under Beth's skirt. They were both watching Hank and me. I got so hot from the newness of Hank and the idea that my sister's boyfriend wanted me that I couldn't resist anything else."

Barbara stopped talking. I didn't say anything waiting to see what direction she might want to go. The silence stretched out.

"Do you still want me back," she finally asked.

"I've known about this for several months and have asked myself the same question. I think we can still be better together than apart, but it will take some work."

"Well, I think the first bit of work is to help me pack my clothes and take them back to Greenville."

"What about Diane?"

"I talked to her this morning and told her I needed to go back to you. She said that they could get by for a week or two until they can get Johnny into daycare. She said that she was happy we were going to get back together."

"Let's go upstairs and pack."

EPILOGUE

Everybody can have a good photo taken. Conversely, even Tom Cruise has bad photos. It had taken me about four hours of frame-by-frame looking but I had managed to find a frame in the videos where Harry was nude, looked like he carried forty extra pounds around his waist, and sported a cock that should have belonged to a 10-year old boy. Early Monday morning the Trojan horse that I had put on Harry's office computer emailed a copy of that picture to everyone in Harry's office and everyone on Harry's address list. Then it destroyed itself and all traces. 

Fortunately for Harry, it was a small office. The tittering from the women and the pitying looks from the men would probably taper off in about a month.