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Escalation Ch. 01

By: FinishTheDamnStory



Payback for payback for payback . . .

An original story. Chapter 1 of 4.

I know that I usually write story continuations, but there's been enough clamoring, comments and emails encouraging me to write my own, that I figured I'd offer up a few. I don't think the trolls will care one way or the other.

I hope you enjoy this little story, and remember, it's only fiction. 

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"What the hell was that about?" I growled at her, as we pulled out of the driveway.

She was drunk, but not too much to give me shit, as usual it seemed. "God, you're such an ass, Marty. So I flirted a little, what's the big deal?"

"What's the big deal? I have to work with those people. Now I'm going to have to hear about what a slut my wife is for the foreseeable future."

"Fuck you. All I did was dance with a few guys. Get over it." She loosed a beer belch that had me rolling down my window. If only her 'boyfriends' had been around for that one. Hot, huh?

I don't know where the recent disrespect had come from but I was sick and tired of it. "Dance? You were dry humping them on the dance floor. Sitting on guys' laps. They had their hands all over you. Shit, you were kissing that bastard Anderson on the porch! You know how much I hate him."

"I didn't kiss him, he kissed me. More than you've been doing lately."

"Like that's my choice."

"If you treated me a little better, maybe I wouldn't have to get my attention from other men," she sneered.

If you weren't a disrespectful frigid bitch, maybe I'd treat you better, I thought. "That's the last damn company function you'll be attending if you can't behave like a wife, and feel like you need to act like a complete slut. You humiliated me."

"Having you for a spouse is humiliating," she snapped back.

"Fine. We can end it if that's what you want, Sheri. I'll be damned if I'm going to have a whore for a wife."

"Works for me," she laughed. "Like being married to a loser like you is some wonderful deal."

I knew I shouldn't have started when she was soused. She would deny everything the next day. She was a mean, vicious, sloppy drunk, and I was sick to death of it. I wasn't going to let this one go.

When we got home I ignored her, and she collapsed on the couch. I left her there and went to bed. Something was going to change. I knew that much for sure.

~ * ~ * ~

She was still passed out on the couch when I went to work the next day. I didn't wake her up. In fact, I was very careful not to. I snuck out of the house when we usually did, and hit the office prepared to hear all about her outlandish behavior.

It was worse than I anticipated, which was pretty damn bad to start with. Pictures were floating around of her tits half out of her dress, getting mauled. One had her skirt pulled up in back, unknown hands on her ass, over her pantyhose miraculously. Another showed her making out with two different men including the asshole Anderson. I received them anonymously, and listened to the snickering all day. As you might imagine, I was not in a good mood by the time I headed home.

Walking in the door, I was greeted not by the woman I'd married, five years earlier, but the shrew she'd become in the last few months.

"Why the fuck didn't you wake me up!" she snarled.

"You don't want to be married to me, but you expect me to be your wake-up service?"

"What do you mean, I don't want to be married to you?"

"You told me you didn't want to be married to me. That having a spouse like me was humiliating, that you didn't want to be married to a loser like me. After making a fucking spectacle of yourself last night."

"God, you're such a jerk. You always have to exaggerate everything don't you? I had a few too many drinks, and you dump me on the couch, and sneak out in the morning without waking me?"

"Frankly, I'm sick of your behavior. You humiliated me last night. That's all I heard about all day at work."

"Bullshit. I had a few drinks; I danced with a couple of guys. So sue me."

I threw the pictures I'd printed out in front of her. "You acted like a complete tramp with the people I work with. This is what's floating around the office today. It's what I had to deal with."

She looked at the pictures, and I saw her start to get uncomfortable. Would she apologize? Promise to behave better, offer to drink less? Of course not. This was Sheri, my wife we're talking about. Maybe a year ago, but for the last few months any traces of the loving woman I'd married had disappeared.

"Looks like you work with a bunch of assholes who think it's cool to take advantage of a drunk woman. And you're another one for not protecting me." She glared at me, attacking like she always did.

"I tried to talk to you. I even tried to get you out of there early. You wouldn't hear of it. You were having too much fun, you said."

"And now you want to make a federal case out of it. Grow up, Marty. I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't have sex with them. All I did was flirt a little, and some of them got carried away. I went home with you didn't I?"

"For all that's worth. Not much surprise you didn't have sex with them. I think you've forgotten how. It's been over a month since you let me touch you."

"Well, I hope that one was good for you, because it's going to be a hell of a lot longer than that before I let you touch me again."

Yep. That was her solution for everything. If we had an issue, I was cut off. I was getting used to it. It was kind of sad, really, when you think about it.

~ * ~ * ~

Things had warmed up a little, at least I thought so. We'd gone out to a nice dinner, and shared a bottle of wine. She'd been teasing, but she came to bed in her usual, 'no-sex-tonight' pajamas. I tried cuddling up to her, but she pushed my hand away. "I'm too full, Honey," she said. "Maybe tomorrow."

"Tomorrow. Right. That's all I ever hear anymore," I growled rolling away from her.

"You're going to sulk now? Is that it? Did I hurt your precious feelings?"

"Three months, Sheri. It's been three months since we've had sex. Maybe you should see a doctor or something. This isn't natural."

"What? I'm sick now, because I don't want to have sex tonight?"

"Three fucking months." I got out of the bed, and pulled on my shorts. "I'm not going to stay celibate. If something doesn't change, I'm going to have sex one way or the other," I told her.

I headed out of the room, toward the guest room.

"What are you going to do, rape me? Is that your answer, big man?"

I turned in the doorway, glaring at her. "Are you kidding? Do you think I want to have sex with someone who isn't interested in me? There's more fish in the sea."

"If you leave this bedroom, don't be in any hurry to come back!" she shouted at my back.

~ * ~ * ~

Once a week, I tried. I don't know why I made the effort, but at least once a week, I made an overture. She shot me down every time. I kept sleeping in the guest bedroom, my iPad's Internet connection providing the inspiration, while my right hand provided the companionship I wasn't getting from my wife.

At the six month mark I dressed up to go out. 

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"We're not going anywhere. It's been six months since you've frozen me out. I'm going out. I'll probably be home late."

She looked surprised. "You've got a date?"

"No. But I'll be looking for warmer company than I find at home." It was meant to be a wake-up call. Honestly, other than the sex, things had been better lately. The problem was, I still wanted sex. I didn't think that was unreasonable.

"Two can play that game. I can go out and get laid easily enough," she snapped.

"Of course you can. But why would you? You can have all the sex you want right here at home. Nobody's denying you. It's me that's been left in the cold."

"And you wonder why, with this kind of behavior?"

I was tired of the arguing. "Six months, Sheri. I'm twenty-nine years old. I need sex. I don't understand why you don't. For four years, we did it at least two or three times a week. Now it's zero. Is there someone else? Is that the issue?"

"Fuck you, Marty! I've never cheated on you. Never! You have no right to insinuate otherwise."

"Fuck me? That's a laugh. Don't wait up."

I went to Murphy's with a couple of guys I worked with. There were still a few around the office I spoke to, even after my wife's previous effort at humiliating me. I ended up crying in my beer, lamenting my lack of a sex life. They talked me into going to a strip club. It wasn't my first, but it was just what I needed. They each bought me a lap dance. By the time I got out of there, I was $80 poorer, and a gorgeous Latina named Pilar had managed to get me to make a mess in my pants. Not too surprising, after doing without for half a year, Rosie Palm and her sisters excluded. I retreated to the restroom, cleaned up the best I could, and convinced my partners I'd had enough.

It was after 1:00 a.m. I was drunk and tired. That's the only excuse I have for my lunacy.

She was waiting up, in her 'I'm-available' nightie. I'd almost forgotten what it looked like. She looked me up and down. "It's after one o'clock," she said simply.

"Didn't figure I had much to come home to," I told her, leaning against the door-jamb to stay upright.

She approached me and took my jacket. "I didn't mean for it to go this far, baby," she said. "Let's go to bed, I've missed you."

I snorted. "Don't need it now."

She stared at me in obvious shock, as I staggered to the guest bedroom.

~ * ~ * ~

I somehow managed to survive work the next day, and came home to an igloo instead of a home. The atmosphere was so chilly I thought I'd get frost bite.

"I bet you're proud of yourself, aren't you?" she said coldly.

"For what?"

"Going out and getting laid last night. I waited up for you, dressed up for you, and you shot me down."

"How does it feel to be rejected? It's what I've been going through for the last six months on at least a weekly basis."

"I never cheated on you!"

"What a surprise! You've completely forgotten how to have sex."

She stomped out of the room, and I prepared myself some dinner. I knew there was no chance of getting fed when she was pissed at me.

She came down the stairs twenty minutes later, dressed in her sleaziest outfit. "Don't wait up."

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Out. Like you."

"Are you packed?"

"Am I what?" she shrieked.

"Are you packed? 'Cause if you do something stupid, we're done. I'm fucking tired of your games."

She glared at me, and walked out the door, slamming it behind her.

I don't know what time she got home, but it was after midnight. I fell asleep on the couch, waiting for her, and when I woke around 1:30, she was already in bed.

Alright, I was suspicious. I even checked her panties. They were dry as a bone. What a surprise. I imagined if she ever did get excited she'd leak sand.

~ * ~ * ~

The next day she was quieter than usual. I did the yard work, and she called me in for lunch. She'd cooked up burgers, and had a beer for me. 

I sat down, still more than a little pissed by her behavior. I was seriously considering seeing a lawyer about a divorce.

She sat opposite me. "Things are out of hand," she said softly.

"No shit."

"Don't you love me anymore?" she asked.

"I don't know. I don't even know who you are anymore."

"Please, Marty. Let's not fight. I don't know how it got this far, but I want to fix it. Come back to our bedroom."

"Why? We might as well have twin beds. I sleep better in the guest room, and you don't have to worry about me nagging you for sex."

"I'm making an offer here. Truce. No more fighting. Let's go out tonight, have a good time, and share a bed tonight. Will you do that for me?"

I figured what the hell. I'd give it one more shot. If it ended up like our last nice dinner out, I'd start the paperwork on Monday.

Dinner went surprisingly well. I bought her a rose from a street vendor, and she hung on my arm as we walked out of the restaurant. I got a kiss on the sidewalk. "I've missed this," she said softly.

"Me too, baby."

When we got home, she took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom. She stopped me just inside the door, and started undressing me. She hadn't done anything like that in years, and I was hard enough to cut diamonds by the time I was down to my boxers. 

She slid those down my legs, and got on her knees stroking my cock. Sheri looked up at me, then slid her lips over the head, for the first time in over a year. I groaned my pleasure. 

After a couple of minutes, she pulled her mouth off, gazing up at me. "What do you want, baby? Should I finish you with my mouth? Or do you want to have your way with me?"

I grinned. "Can I choose both?"

The answer was yes. She took me in her mouth again, bobbing up and down on my cock, while her hand stroked me. After only a couple of minutes, my knees were feeling weak. "I . . . I'm gonna come," I warned her.

To my surprise, she didn't pull away. She stroked me through my finish, sucking and swallowing, for the first time in our marriage. I guess she was serious about making things better.

She stood when she was done, hugging me. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

I tilted her head up and kissed her, long and slow, unzipping her dress while I did. I slipped it off her shoulders, and moved away, so I could look at her. She was dressed in her best panty and bra set. 

She was still beautiful. Not perfect, no. She was carrying a few extra pounds, but her tits were still amazing, and her hourglass figure was sexy as hell. "Like what you see?" she asked after a bit.

"I always have. You're gorgeous." I removed her bra and panties, and laid her back on the bed. I moved between her legs, and made sure she got as good as she gave, making her come for me after a while. She certainly seemed to enjoy it, and I wondered for a moment why she would deny herself that pleasure. 

After she came, I was in for another surprise. She moved down and sucked me back to hardness. Twice in one night, that was new. Not having sex twice, we'd done that plenty enough, but feeling her mouth around my cock. I could get used to that. When I was hard enough for her, she reclined on the bed. "How do you want me, lover?"

I opened her legs, and moved between them. I entered her easily, and was soon pumping away at her, watching her beautiful response. "I love making love with you," I said.

"I know. We'll be doing a lot more of it, I promise."

~ * ~ * ~

She was true to her word. For the next couple of weeks, she never said no. We fucked every night. I got a blowjob four different times, with her new improved finish twice. After the second week we skipped a day, and she teased me that I was getting tired of her already.

"Never, Sheri. I could never get tired of making love to you. I just don't want you to think that I'm forcing myself on you every day."

"You're my husband. It wouldn't be forcing."

By the fourth week, it was still almost every day, including a very playful Saturday morning. I was romancing her again, sending flowers to her work, leaving her love notes, cooking her dinner.

Unfortunately, something came up.

She arrived home from work, and I was sitting on the couch. She smiled for me, and came over. She reached out to hug me, and I moved away. "Sit down, Sheri. We need to talk."

She looked confused, but sat. "What's wrong, baby? Bad day at work?"

"Very bad day." I pulled out the picture I'd received anonymously in an email. It showed her mouth full of cock, and another one in her hand. I couldn't make out who it was with her, it was a close-up. "Do you want to explain this?"

She turned red. "It happened. We're past all that now, right? Aren't things better between us?"

"I'm just supposed to overlook you giving some guys blowjobs!"

She glared at me. "You started it. You cheated first. At least all I did was give a couple of blowjobs."

"I never cheated on you," I told her.

"Bullshit. You went out by yourself, and came back home after midnight, stinking of perfume. You told me you didn't need sex. When I saw the condition of your underwear, I knew why. You could have cleaned up after fucking the slut, whoever she was."

"I didn't fuck anyone. Jack, Eric and I went to a strip club. I got drunk. I hadn't had sex in six fucking months, and I came in my pants. That was it. I didn't fuck anyone, I didn't get a blowjob, nothing!"

"That's not what Eric said," she snapped.

"What the fuck, Sheri? When did you talk to Eric?"

"The next morning. You were late getting to work, and he called to see if you'd even made it home. He told me that since you weren't getting any at home, you got it in the VIP room."

"That's bullshit. I got a fucking lap dance, out in the open. She rubbed her butt against my lap, and my damn fuse was so short, I lost it. That was it. It wasn't even as much as you did at the last company party, where you decided to humiliate me."

"Why would he lie to me?" 

"I don't know. Why didn't you ask me about it?"

"Jack said the same thing, you know. They both said you fucked some big tit blonde."

"When the hell did you talk to Jack?"

She didn't say anything, and I had an epiphany. 

"God damn it! You blew them both, didn't you? They told you a couple of lies, and that was enough for you to give them each a blowjob, when you wouldn't fucking touch me for six months."

"Don't yell at me! You went out without me. You went to a fucking strip club, for God's sake. All I have is your word you didn't fuck them, but you sure as shit acted like you did. You let some other woman get you off, and then when you came home, you told me you didn't need me!"

"So you went out and gave blowjobs to two of the men I work with? You didn't think to talk to me? You couldn't ask me about it?"

"I shouldn't have to ask you about it. If you hadn't gone out without me, and had some stripper get you off, we wouldn't be having this discussion, would we? You're lucky all I did was give them a blowjob. Hell, you got off at least. I didn't even get that!"

"So you did nothing wrong? That's what you're saying?"

"No, I didn't. It was your fault. Playing your stupid game of trying to get me jealous, telling me you were going to go out and get sex. I believed you. You shouldn't be surprised. You fucked around, so I did. Once. Now we're even."

"I didn't fuck around! I told you that. Even if I had, you did it with two different men. Men I have to see every day!"

"Maybe you'll think about that the next time you decide to cheat on me."

"I didn't fucking cheat on you. You're the only cheater here."

"I don't believe you. We're even. If you want to act like you did nothing wrong, you can move back to the guest room."

"No thanks. I think I'll just move out. I don't need this shit. I'm not going to stay married to a cheating slut."

"Go for it. You'll pay for it. I'll make sure you pay dearly, asshole. You started it, I ended it. If you can't grow up, and take your punishment like a man, then you might as well move out. I don't need your whining shit."

~ * ~ * ~

The lawyer told me I'd be paying her alimony, and even though she made half of what I did, and came into the marriage with nothing, she'd get half of everything. I'd fucking saved and scrimped to come into the marriage with almost $100K including a small inheritance. Most of that money had gone into a down-payment on our house. I'd bought it shortly after we got married, in my name, since she came into the marriage with lousy credit. Legally, it didn't matter that it was in my name, and that I'd contributed the entire down payment. It happened after we got married, which meant she'd likely get half of it. The rest of my money had gone into investments that were commingled with our earnings since then, which she'd also get half of.


Escalation Ch. 01



"What do you think of that?" Terry said.

"I... I don't know. Maybe, I guess, if you want me to," Alison dithered. "It's just... really? You want to see me getting... making love to someone other than you?"

"I'll be honest... yes, I've been dreaming of it, thinking of it for ... years, decades, my whole life? Something like that. I just get so turned by the idea of you being... completely satisfied sexually. I know I can't do that fo..."

"No, Terry, that's not true, I'm perfectly satisfied," she said, touching his hand. "I love you."

"You're sweet, but I know I'm not a great lover. I'm not particularly gifted... down there and I feel inadequate and you deserve so, so much more. It would make me happy to watch you ... happy in that way. I'll be there with you, it won't be dangerous. I'll protect you if things get weird, but we'll make sure anyone you choose as a lover is acceptable to both of us."

Alison was silent, looking into Terry's eyes. He was sincere, she realised. He really wanted this, for him and for her. Could she deny him this? It felt so wrong, to betray her marriage vows and yet not be betraying them. Could you be faithful and yet be unfaithful. Her head hurt.

"I'll have to think about this," she said. "I... will you be upset if I refuse?"

"No, no, of course not," Terry said, smiling. "I'll love you as much if you refuse as if you say yes. I just want us both to be happy and whatever decision you make, I'll still be the luckiest man in the world."

Alison kissed her husband, knowing he was telling the truth. It made little difference to her unease and two weeks later she informed him she was refusing his idea. He was disappointed, obviously, but he took the decision in good grace. Everything was back to normal for a while, until that fateful day when she went to the gym and the female changing room was flooded with sewage.

"I'm afraid you'll have to use the male room just for today, madam," the man behind the front desk said to the gaggle of flustered, unhappy women berating him for something he had no control over. Eventually, they had to go along with it as what choice did they have? Some did refuse, but the majority had jobs to go to and couldn't go along all sweaty and horrible. Alison was in the latter category and followed the other women into the male changing room.

Fortunately there weren't a great number of men inside and the women set up camp as far away as possible. Alison waited her turn for the showers and gingerly stepped into them, towel draped over a railing nearby in case she had to cover herself. She quickly washed herself and reached for the towel, water in her eyes. Giving her face a quick dry, she opened them to see a large black man entering her section of the showers. She gave a yelp of surprise and covered herself. The man looked up and apologised for startling her.

"No, it's ok, I was just lea..." she said before she saw it. The penis. The enormous snake dangling from the man's groin. Her mouth gaped open and she couldn't take her eyes off it. She knew he was fully aware of her staring and then... it grew. Harder and harder, longer and longer until, fully erect, it looked like an onyx baseball bat. She tore her eyes away and he was smiling at her.

"Sorry," he said, chuckling. "I'm just not used to seeing beautiful women in my shower."

He moved closer, but Alison was frozen. Now he was standing just two feet away. The only sound she could hear was the showers still running. She reached out, grasping the hard shaft. It felt so wonderful in her hand. She threw herself to her knees and took the enormous head into her mouth, eagerly...

"Excuse me," a voice snapped Alison out of her trance. The black man was the other end of the showers, washing himself, lost in his own world. Behind her another man stood. "Sorry, but can I get past?"

"Oh... er... yes, of course. I... sorry," she stammered, making her escape, flushed and embarrassed. In the car afterwards, she just sat, staring forward, wondering what was wrong with her. For half an hour she sat there, turning everything over in her mind. Was it just a fleeting fantasy or was it something sparked by Terry's suggestion weeks before? She realised she didn't feel guilty at all by what she'd fantasised and, if she was being honest, she was aroused by the imagery she'd conjured up. She could feel her vagina becoming wet at the thought of sucking the man's penis.

But did this all translate to actually going through with the fantasy and actually sleeping with another man? That was going much further down the line than she was comfortable with. A sinking feeling hit her though - she realised the voice in her head telling her to say no to Terry's idea was quieter than it had been before. Her pussy was growling louder than ever and she wondered if she could resist it if the fantasies persisted.

She decided eventually she needed to talk to someone about it. Getting her mobile phone out, she arranged a meeting with her three best girlfriends, Sarah, Emily and Jane, for later that day at a local coffee shop. Things went well, pleasantries were exchanged, gossiping was done and so on. Finally, Alison bit the bullet.

"Terry asked me if I would like to sleep with other men while he watched," she said, biting her lip. "Is that freaky? I mean, I know it happens but I never thought I'd be being asked about it! Just for city types, right?"

Sarah and Emily looked stunned, but Alison noticed Jane didn't. In fact, a glimpse of a smirk passed across Jane's face, so quick she probably didn't realise Alison had noticed.

"Oh God, what a pig," Sarah said. "I can't believe he said that. Just fuck some random guys? Urgh." Emily nodded her agreement.

All eyes then turned to Jane, who merely sat in silence.

"Jane... what's up? Are you o..."

"It's not freaky. I do it. I sleep with lots of other men and my marriage is solid as a rock," Jane said, interrupting. The other girls couldn't believe it. Jane had always been seen as the prude in the group and now here she was admitting to extramarital relations?

"It started a few years ago," Jane continued. "We'd hit a rocky patch and I stupidly had a one-night stand with a work colleague. The sex was amazing, but I felt so guilty afterwards. I had to tell Jason and I did... and he was actually happy about it! I was shocked and we talked and talked and finally we came to the decision that has made us the happiest couple around - I get to fuck who I want, when I want and Jason either watches and films the sex or I get it filmed and he watches it later on."

"Since then I've fucked... so many people, I've lost count. I'm so glad it happened and we decided this could happen as, to be honest, I've never been more satisfied. And the sex, oh fuck is the sex just... utterly mind-blowing every time. Looking in Jason's eyes while I get pounded by two black stallions, fuck... I'd better stop talking about it or I'll have to leave you guys and go ring some of my lovers!"

Silence descended on the table. Sarah and Emily looked mortified, but Alison felt that same stirring in her loins as she had after the fantasy at the gym. Dear God, could she really see herself being like Jane, sleeping with countless me... wait a second. 

"Jane," Alison said, tentatively to break the silence. "You said "so many people..." not "so many men."

"Ah, yes, well..." Jane replied. "You see, I also fuck women. It's a kink of the hotwife lifestyle, your sexuality just, like, opens up and you try so many new things. I won't go into them here, I know I've already shocked you guys, but yeah, I love to have sex with other women too. Not as much as with the guys, oh no, but it's a delicious alternative I indulge quite often."

The subject was changed and normal service resumed, but as Alison was about to leave, Jane held her back. They said their goodbyes to Sarah and Emily before Jane walked Alison to her car.

"So... have you thought more about Terry's idea? You should go for it, dear," Jane said, enthusiastically. "You've got a killer body, great hair, legs to die for... there isn't a man or woman alive in the scene that could resist you."

"Um... I don't know, it still feels... wrong," Alison said, but she was in turmoil. Her conservative voice was quieter than ever, her pussy now defiantly soaking wet. "I... I can't deny I'm not turned on. I had a fantasy about a black man at the gym today..."

Jane's eyes opened wide with delight. "Oh, black men... mmmm, my favourite by miles. They're... well, I tell you what. If you can fuck a hung black man and switch back to your old life, well, I'll give $10,000. Right there and then. I'm serious, there's a reason people say once you've gone black, you never go back."

"I... I still don't know. God, what can I do? It's wrong but I can't help the way I'm starting to feel. I think about it and... yes, I am interested now. I want to see what it is like, but... I'm a coward."

"Talk to Terry, dear," Jane said. "You'll know if it feels right when you do that. If you both want it to happen, it'll happen and I think you'll never regret it if you decide to be a hotwife. And if you do... I look forward to drinking cum out of your freshly fucked cunt."

With that, Jane walked away, leaving her friend in shocked silence. Alison just stared after her, trying to absorb everything she'd heard in the past half hour. Her friend was an unrepentant slut and she'd just told Alison she wanted to drink cum out of her... loins. She was surprised to find she wasn't as appalled by the suggestion as she had thought she would be. God, on top of being vaguely interested in swinging, was she now also considering being a lesbian? Jesus, what a day.

"Right, no more of this shit," Alison said, taking a deep breath. "You're an adult, a happily married woman. Why would I risk it all for some cheap thrills?"

She paused for a second.

"Fuck... because it turns me on so fucking much," she sighed. "Shit... I need to talk to Terry."

She waited until he got back from work and told him to sit. He looked worried.

"Er... is there something wrong?"

"Yes... er, no, well... look, about that thing... the sex with other men... I kind of would like to ... let's do it."

Terry's eyes lit up.

"Oh, darling, my love, oh you're not going to regret this, wow..." he spluttered, overcome with excitement. "I knew you'd say yes, I just knew it."

"Now, wait," Alison said, dampening his enthusiasm a tad. "I'm still not sure about all this. It's taken me a long time to think about it, so we're not going to go rushing in. We're doing it safely and everything has to be ok with me. I want to meet the man and if I like him, great, we can give it a shot. But I'm not going to promise anything. I might just not be into it, right? If I say no more, it means no more."

"Sure, sure, of course, anything you want," Terry said.

So that night Terry and Alison spent hours looking at personal ads, checking Craigslist, even registering for swinger websites. After a while, they'd nailed down some possibles and a few days later, Alison was sitting in a restaurant, waiting for her first 'date' with one of the candidates. Terry had spent a while appraising her outfits, hair, makeup, everything before giving her the ok. She just shook her head, laughing at how serious he was. He really, really wanted her to like this guy and for him to like her. Pssh, she could snap her fingers and get any man she wanted.

The man that she met wasn't the same as the man in the photos. They'd obviously been taken a few years ago. This guy was less stud muffin than bran muffin, much to her disappointment. The evening wore on and she didn't feel anything for this porky, balding Adonis, so she decided to call it a night early.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just... I'm sure there'll be someone out there for you, but... anyway, bye," she said, awkwardly, just wanting to be out of there. Terry was waiting for her in the parking lot.

"So... did it go... ah, so it didn't go well then," he said, seeing the expression on her face. "Perhaps we should just go to a bar or a club, see if anyone takes your fancy. Be a shame for you to be out and 'ready' and go home empty-handed, so to speak." 

"Mmm, maybe," she said, chewing the inside of her lip. "Go on, might as well."

"Perfect," Terry said, turning the key in the ignition, "I know just the place."

The place was a low key club called Onyx. She'd never heard of it, but it looked fairly classy. Inside, it was nice, relatively plush without being overdone. It was nicely busy without being overcrowded.

"It's nice," she said, blandly.

"I hope so, it's supposed to be the best swingers club in the city," Terry said.

"What? A swingers... I didn't agree to go so full on with this..." Alison said, angry. She stopped herself, though. Why was she getting angry? This seemed a logical place, after all. The men (and women) here would be the safest she could find, being in the lifestyle and all. Chances are they kept themselves fairly trim too.

"Ok, sorry, it's fine," she continued, touching Terry's arm. "Let's see if there are any fish in the sea after all."

This was certainly more promising than she'd expected. The dress code was casual, but a lot of the men and women were done up to the nines, fancy suits and gorgeous dresses. She was pleased with how many obvious appraisals she was receiving, eyes almost constantly roaming up and down the length of her body. She was surprised again to find that she felt equally turned on by the lascivious looks of the women. Images of sensuous caresses of soft, feminine skin, tender kisses and hands roaming, tongues probing... god, she was horny. In fact, she'd never been this horny in her life. She felt like her underwear was so wet, she was sure to start leaking all over the floor. Then she saw Jane.

Her friend was by the bar, talking to two tall, handsome men. Alison was shocked to see that one had his hand thrust down Jane's skirt, obviously playing with her pussy, while the other was whispering in her ear. Jane's face showed precisely how the attention was affecting her, eyes closing every so often and her mouth forming Os of pleasure. Jane opened her eyes and she saw Alison. For a second, she didn't react and then, slowly, a wicked smile crept across her face.

"These two are going to fuck the shit out of me," she mouthed across the bar. Alison gasped and felt her pussy tremble, her underwear now even wetter, if that were possible. Jane whispered into the ear of the man fondling her pussy and he nodded. He pulled his hand away and then Jane did the unthinkable. Slowly, she stripped until she was completely naked for everyone to see. Putting her hands down the trousers of both men, she licked her lips as she grabbed the cause of the significant bulges in them. Then, she winked and the three walked across the room to a door, obviously leading to a private room. Just before she closed the door, she made a little motion with her head, indicating to Alison that, if she wanted to join them, she was welcome.

Alison felt her knees go weak and she used all her resolve to not run across the room to Jane. Could she really go from zero to foursome in one go? Was she ready for that? Her mind was telling her not to, to take it slow like she'd said, but her pussy, her heart, her soul were all eager to dive into the deep end. Sex with two men at once. Sex with a woman. An orgy. All things she'd never done before and more, probably, that she wasn't thinking of. She bit her lip, torn by her indecision.

"Not really much happening," Terry said, oblivious to his wife's inner turmoil. "Fancy calling it a night?"

Alison turned slowly to look at her husband. He had pushed her into this situation and, she suspected, had no idea what beast he'd awakened in his prim, proper housewife. For some reason, his complete lack of awareness made her mind up for her.

"I think you'd better go," she said, flatly. "I've spotted a... situation I'd like to be involved in. I'll see you at home tomorrow morning."

Terry was stunned, but Alison saw his trousers bulge instantly. She smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you all about it in the morning."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked towards the room where Jane, the men and her future lay in wait.



Escalation Ch. 01



The lawyer told me that because of the way the money had been spent, and invested, it was unlikely I'd be able to claim it as something I brought into the marriage. For her behavior, she'd be rewarded, and I'd be paying her alimony. Before I did anything drastic, I'd need to do some financial planning. Basically, I was screwed.

Don't you just love the legal system?

I moved out of the house, listening to her shriek at me the entire time I packed, calling me a wimp, and other names. I did my best to ignore her, and moved into a tiny rent by the week hotel room, until I could work things out. 

She tried to call a couple of times, but that didn't last long. It didn't surprise me. She was never at fault for anything, in her mind. This was all my fault.

It was my first Saturday alone, when I received a surprise visitor. I heard the knock on the door, and peeked out through the peephole. I opened the door to my wife's younger sister.

She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and walked into my room, looking around. "So this is your wonderful new life?" she asked sarcastically.

"What do you want, Amy?"

She pouted. "Is that any tone to take with your favorite sister?"

"My only sister," I reminded her.

She laughed sweetly. "Your favorite, and you know it. Just because my sister is a stupid ass, don't take it out on me."

She was right. She was everything her sister wasn't. A cute college co-ed when we got married, she'd matured nicely in the last few years. "Alright, my favorite sister. Are you here for a reason?"

"I came to hear your version, and to find out why you moved out."

"What can I say? She cheated on me with two of the assholes from my office. She's been a total bitch, cut me off from sex for over six months, and acted like a complete slut at our company party. I don't need her shit. I'm just trying to figure out the best way to get out of this." She was seated in the single chair in the room, and I sat on the bed across from her.

"She says you cheated on her first."

"She lies. I got a lap dance at a strip club. She gave out blowjobs to two guys from my work. She cheated, not me. Anything else is a lie."

"She said you told her you were going out for sex. That you left her behind, and came home late. You said you didn't need sex, and she found a mess in your shorts. Can't you see how she could misunderstand?"

"She lies. I didn't tell her I was going out for sex, I was purposely vague and said I was looking for warmer companionship. She didn't talk to me. Didn't ask me about it. She had cut me off for six months, half-a-year, and then the first time she's upset, she's passing out blowjobs."

Amy moved over and sat down next to me, placing her hand on my knee. "She was upset and drunk, Marty. You know how she is when she's been drinking. You shouldn't have let her go out alone. Most of the blame is on those guys you work with. They took advantage of her, lied to her, used her."

"I don't trust her, Amy. She cheated on me. She treats me like crap. She refuses to have sex with me. Why should I give a damn about her?"

"She's miserable. She has too damn much pride to ever admit it, but you know she feels bad about it. She tried to make it up to you, didn't she? All we heard about for the last few weeks, was about how wonderful things finally were. Can't you overlook it?" She was leaning against me, looking up into my face, hers only inches from mine.

"I don't think so, Amy. She cheated on me. She's frigid to me, and a slut for everyone I work with. She has no respect for me. She blames it all on me, and never takes responsibility for her own actions."

I felt a mixture of lust and confusion, when she turned and straddled me, sitting on my lap. "She did take responsibility, Marty. She tried to make it better. You know she did. She feels horrible about giving those jerks blowjobs. She's just too much of an idiot to admit it. If you went back to her, I know she'd make it up to you."

"Bullshit. She told me I was going to be sleeping in the guest bedroom. Do you think I really should go back to her, to live celibate for another six months?"

She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. "You don't have to be celibate. The stupid bitch cheated on you. You've got one coming."

I pulled her close, feeling her warm crotch pressed against my hard-on. I kissed her back. Amy was a younger, prettier, nicer version of her older sister. I was pretty confident Sheri and I were over, no matter what. No reason I shouldn't get something out of it.

She leaned away from me smiling. "What do you think, Marty? We get you even, and you give it another shot. If she cuts you off, you come looking for me, and I'll make sure you don't remain celibate." She pulled her shirt off over her head, and reached behind her back, unsnapping her bra, and taking it off.

The girl had beautiful tits. They tasted great too. 

"We have a deal?" she whispered.

"If I say no, are you going to leave?" I asked.

She pulled my head back to her breast. "No way. I'm yours the rest of the afternoon, no matter what. Sheri's an idiot. You're a great guy, and deserve better. If you don't work it out, this will be our one and only time. You give it a chance, and I'll be there for you whenever she doesn't do you right."

"Why, Amy?"

She smiled sexily. "Why not? I've liked you since the first time she brought you home. You're handsome, and a great provider. According to my idiot sister, the best lover she's ever had. I'm curious to find out if it's true."

She slid off the bed, and started working on my pants. I helped her by raising up enough for her to remove them. She went after my cock like a starving calf, sucking away eagerly. She had no problem letting me finish in her mouth, and swallowing.

She was a fun fuck. Wild and willing, and I spent a very nice afternoon with her. I took her out to dinner, and she returned to my room, and my bed, staying the night. I felt like I was 18 all over again, able to go and go and go.

The next morning, I woke to a blowjob for the first time in my life. "I married the wrong damn sister," I groaned.

She climbed aboard, riding me sweetly, laughing. "You did. She's an absolute moron, cutting herself off from this for six months. Try to work it out, baby, but if you can't, keep me in mind."

We showered together, and any awkwardness I'd expected was notably missing. She slid into my arms, on her way out of the room. "I had a great time," she said to me.

"Me too. Why are you doing this for your sister?"

She shrugged. "She's an idiot, but she's my sister. I know she loves you, she's just a fool when it comes to showing it. She always has to be on top, be in control. She hates to be told to do anything. If she could only get past that, I think you guys could be good together."

"You know it probably won't work out between me and her."

"I know, but at least you'll be able to say you gave it your best shot. Me too."

I gave her one last kiss, and packed up my room.

~ * ~ * ~

Sheri acted like I'd never been gone. No big deal. She made dinner, and she told me about her week. At bedtime, I was surprised when she had her 'fun' nightwear on, and left the door to the bedroom open.

We made love, nothing spectacular, but surprisingly intimate. Afterward, I held her in my arms.

"Don't leave me," she said softly, barely audible.

I didn't answer, holding her tightly. I didn't want to promise her anything. Who knew how long it would be before the other Sheri returned, or my next surprise showed up?

~ * ~ * ~

Sheri surprised me. She was behaving the way she had when we were first together. We were back to making love regularly, but it was better than ever, with frequent oral sex on both our parts, and regular extended sessions. The thoughts I'd had of divorce were put on a back burner. 

I was still a little concerned, so I started putting away some money for a rainy day, slowly siphoning off about half of our savings, and I took a loan out on the house since it was in my name. I wasn't going to get caught with my pants down if things took a turn for the worse.

I saw Amy pretty regularly, since she was family and lived in the area, but we didn't do anything. We had a couple of short conversations, during the latest one she asked me how things were going.

"Better than ever," I admitted.

She grinned. "Aren't you glad I talked you into it?"

"Talked?" I teased.

"That was part of it," she giggled. "I guess you're not celibate."

"Not by a long shot."

She pouted. "I know I should be happy, but I keep waiting for her to return to form. I wouldn't mind a rematch."

"I wouldn't either, but it's not going to happen. We're even now. Unless she screws up, I'm not going to make waves."

"Good. I don't regret it, do you?" she asked.

"Not for a moment. You were incredible."

She got up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "You too, Marty. Sheri's lucky."

~ * ~ * ~

Sheri continued to surprise me. She was making an effort, and I was willing to do my part. She introduced a little role playing into our relationship, dressing up like a schoolgirl for me, and even bending over for a teasing little spanking. A week later she cranked it up another notch, waiting for me at home, tied up in our bed. Having her helpless before me was a trip. I used her hard, making her come for me a number of times, coming for her once in her mouth, once deep inside of her, and finally coming all over her chest. I used a vibrator on her for the first time. She liked that a lot.

She was smiling. "So? What did you think?"

"I loved it. I love that things are so much better between us."

"Me too, baby. That was pretty incredible. I felt so helpless, letting you pleasure me over and over again. You wore me out."

I carefully removed her bindings, rubbing the creases from her skin, caressing her body, cuddling with her. Things were better than I ever would have expected. 

The following week, on Saturday night, she insisted we go out for dinner. Afterward, she led me to our bedroom. She held up some soft ropes. "My turn?" she asked.

I figured she'd earned it. I stripped and lay on the bed, arms and legs spread out. She took her time, securing me tightly, testing the ropes. She disappeared into the bathroom, and came out wearing new lingerie, showcasing her beautiful body. I got hard just looking at her.

She laughed, "You like this outfit?"

I nodded.

She climbed on the bed, and lowered her pussy over my face. "Show me how much you want me, slave."

I did my best, licking and sucking, a little surprised at how excited she seemed. She came for me twice, before climbing off. She teased my aching cock with her fingertips. "Looks like you're primed," she teased.

She got up and held a ball gag in front of my face. "Open up, Marty. I don't want the neighbors to hear you screaming for me."

I let her gag me, and lifted my hips eagerly for attention. 

She laughed, rubbing her tits in my face. "I'll be back in a moment. I want to give you a few moments to think about this." She reached down and caressed my balls. "You shouldn't have fucked my sister." Her hand squeezed tightly, make me squeal through my gag, before she left me there, helpless.

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To Be Continued . . .



Escalation Ch. 02



Serial payback starts to get out of hand. 

An original story. Chapter 2 of 4. 

I know that I usually write story continuations, but there's been enough clamoring, comments and emails encouraging me to write my own, that I figured I'd offer up a few. I don't think the trolls will care one way or the other.

I hope you enjoy this little story, and remember, it's only fiction. 

For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.

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From Chapter 1:

I figured she'd earned it. I stripped and lay on the bed, arms and legs spread out. She took her time, securing me tightly, testing the ropes. She disappeared into the bedroom, and came out wearing new lingerie, showcasing her beautiful body. I got hard just looking at her.

She laughed, "You like this outfit?"

I nodded.

She climbed on the bed, and lowered her pussy over my face. "Show me how much you want me, slave."

I did my best, licking and sucking, a little surprised at how excited she seemed. She came for me twice, before climbing off. She teased my aching cock with her fingertips. "Looks like you're primed," she teased.

She got up and held a ball gag in front of my face. "Open up, Marty. I don't want the neighbors to hear you screaming for me."

I let her gag me, and lifted my hips eagerly for attention. 

She laughed, rubbing her tits in my face. "I'll be back in a moment. I want to give you a few moments to think about this." She reached down and caressed my balls. "You shouldn't have fucked my sister." Her hand squeezed tightly, make me squeal through my gag, before she left me there, helpless.

I was sweating, still in pain, when she walked into the room, guiding a naked Mark Anderson in by the cock. I was shocked, and furious. She knew how much I hated Mark, a disgusting asshole that I worked with. He was a backstabbing ass-kisser, and for some reason was always trying to undercut me at work. He'd been one of the most obnoxious after the company party when she'd behaved like a slut. He was also one of the bastards who'd been kissing her.

She climbed above me, on her hands and knees, and the asshole climbed up behind her. He slid his disgusting dick into my wife, and I saw her smile as he entered her. "How's it feel, asshole? You couldn't leave things alone, could you? I gave a couple of idiots a blowjob, and you spent a whole weekend fucking my sister. Let's see how you like it."

Her tits were shaking, as the asshole pounded her from behind. "Man this is some sweet pussy, Marty. Thanks for making it available to everyone from work. What kind of fucking wimp are you, that you can't take care of a hottie like this?"

"Pound me, baby," my loving wife begged. "Show him how a real man fucks."

The guy was no super-stud. He only lasted a couple of minutes, but she turned around, took him in her mouth and got him up and going again. She laid down on my body, perpendicular, her head and shoulders on my belly, her ass at the side of the bed. Dickwad lifted her legs, and pumped her for a few more minutes, while they both insulted me. 

It was too much. I didn't care anymore. I was going to kill the bastard if it was the last thing I ever did. I was going to ruin Sheri as well. I didn't care what it took, she was going to leave this sham of a marriage poor and broken. I ignored what they were doing, planning my revenge.

A few minutes later they were done. He never got her off, all she did was lay there getting fucked, while bitching at me. He got dressed and she put on a robe. I was still thinking how I was going to handle things, when the fucker took out his phone and took a picture of me tied down on the bed. He didn't know it, but as far as I was concerned, he'd signed his own death warrant.

They disappeared and she was back in the room five minutes later, still bitching.

"I hate you for making me do that," she snapped, her claws working on the ropes around my legs. I didn't answer. I couldn't, I was still gagged. 

"I hope you've learned your lesson. You fuck around on me, and I swear I'm getting mine twice as bad. You understand?" she sneered, untying my hand. Once I had one free, I pulled my gag off, spitting a mouthful of saliva onto the bed.

She had walked around the bed, and was working on my second wrist, when I pushed her away forcefully, landing her on her ass. "Don't you ever touch me again, you fucking whore!" I yelled at her freeing myself.

"I'm not a whore. You are, you and my slut of a sister. And if you ever push me again, I'll have your ass thrown in jail!" she snapped, getting up, screaming at me.

She wasn't even worth yelling at. We were done. She'd be divorced, and the asshole Anderson was going to get his ass kicked from here to Mongolia. I didn't speak another word to her, moved my stuff to the guest bedroom, ignoring her shrieking and yelling, and locked the door. Sleep was a long time coming.

~ * ~ * ~

There's not much you can do on a Sunday, but I was going to start with the ATMs. I emptied the savings and checking accounts, one transaction at a time, until I had almost $6,000 in cash, from several different machines.

I went in to work even though it was the weekend, and prepared for my confrontation with the asshole on Monday. I knew it would be coming. I went through his desk, and found a variety of papers, most of which were of no use to me, but at least they had his address. I'd never been to his house, never wanted to, but now I knew where it was. That could come in handy.

Jack and Eric didn't need that kind of preparation. I had considered them friends. I'd been to both of their homes, met their wives and kids. I'd played poker with them. We watched football games together. I was pissed at them, but that revenge took a back seat to Mr. Asshole Anderson.

My cell phone rang a few times, until I turned it off. I didn't care to speak to anybody. 

I pulled together all the phone numbers I'd need, and what time they opened, so I could take care of the rest of my business the following day. I made a list. Checked it twice. I ate my meals out, since I had no desire to go home. I wasn't going to waste anymore of my money on hotels. I'd stay in my own home, and if the bitch wanted to leave she could. I did buy earplugs to help me sleep better, and one of those locks you can put on a hotel door, for extra protection. No way she was getting in the guest room while I was sleeping. Hell, the next time who knows what the crazy bitch would do?

Once it got dark, I took a drive by the asshole's house. I wanted to know where it was, and the surrounding area. It was part of a duplex, with a garage, in a gated neighborhood. It made things a little more difficult, but nothing I wouldn't be able to work with.

I got home a little after 11:00. My soon to be ex-wife, was waiting up. "Are you still in a snit?" she snapped.

As to be expected. I took my stuff into the house, ignoring her, and headed for the guest room.

"I didn't want to do that," she told me following me down the hallway. "You made me. How could you fuck my sister? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I almost caught her hand in the door as I slammed it shut behind me. I opened it only enough to stick my portable hotel lock in the frame, and shoved it shut again, even though she was leaning against it shrieking at me. With the lock in place, I felt safe. I turned on the TV loudly, put my earplugs in, and got ready for bed.

I slept better that night, and was out of the house by 6:00 a.m. I went straight to the office, and waited in the Human Resources office until someone showed up at 7:50.

To say that Diane was surprised when I brought up sexual harassment, would be a gross understatement. I'll give her credit. She listened seriously as I described my "Hostile Work Environment."

I showed her the pictures emailed to me, and talked about the events with my wife that occurred at a company function. I gave her a copy of the pictures, again, sent to my work email, of my wife blowing two co-workers, Jack and Eric. Finally I told her of the comments that Mark Anderson had made at work, and the actions he'd been complicit to, with my wife.

I placed my three page written complaint in front of her, with pictures, dates, times and names.

"You have to understand, Martin, these aren't traditional sexual harassment actions," she said. "We have no corroborating evidence. It sounds like most of this happened away from work. I can look into it. I'm sorry that this is happening, but it seems like personal issues."

"My attorney thinks otherwise. If I don't see immediate changes, and I mean starting now, you'll be talking to him, not me. He assures me I have a slam dunk case." Alright, that wasn't strictly true, but I wanted to get the ball rolling, and didn't have time to wait to talk to a lawyer.

She turned red at the mention of an attorney. "I take my job very seriously. If there is anything going on, I assure you it stops now. Harassment or not, this behavior is unprofessional, and will not be tolerated."

"I believe you, Diane. That's why I'm here now, talking to you. I have no doubt this will continue until someone puts an end to it. I've tried to be patient, hoping the idiots would back off, but it's only gotten worse. This needs to end. And I expect significant action to be taken against those participating in this."

I closed my briefcase. "I'm taking the morning off, to deal with personal issues brought on by this. I've already emailed my boss. I'll be back after lunch, and would like to talk then about what actions have been taken."

"This isn't something I can deal with in just a few hours," she said.

"I'm not asking you to 'deal' with it by then. I will want to know what's being done, before getting anyone else involved."

"Threatening me isn't going to help anything," she said, and I could see she was getting upset.

"I'm not threatening you. I registered a complaint, about actions that are frequent and pervasive, and that the company should be aware of. I'm advising you of my intentions, and my options. I hope you deal with this properly, and quickly. The rest is up to you."

She wasn't happy when I left her, but that really didn't matter to me. I retreated to my office, closed the door, and starting taking care of business.

I'd finished with the investments, cashing them out, and transferring the money to a bank account that I used strictly for online transactions. I'd used Paypal for years, but didn't trust them having access to my main bank accounts, so I kept a couple of hundred dollars in a separate bank, and had a VISA debit card from there that I used for any online purchases. It was in my name only, and I had the only card.

With the money I'd gotten out of the house, and my previous stash, I had just under $180K in my three private accounts. There was about $20K of equity left in the house, and less than $2,000 left in our joint accounts. I figured even if she did get a smart lawyer to track down my hidden money, I had a good chance of keeping at least part of it hidden. 

I made an appointment with the divorce attorney, to discuss what it would take to get out of the mess I was in. The best I could do was Wednesday at ten. I took the appointment.

I hit the expected jackpot around 11:30 that morning. I saw the email, blasted to half the floor, with the picture of me tied up in bed. I printed it out and returned to Diane's office. 

She looked up at me when I entered without knocking. "This is ridiculous. I've barely had time to look into this," she said.

"What was it you promised this morning? 'This stops now' wasn't it? I just received this."

I put the picture on her desk. "This was sent by Mark Anderson to half the office. Check the time and the 'To' addresses. I've forwarded a copy to you."

She looked at what I printed out, and brought up her own email. "There's no proof here that it was Mr. Anderson who sent it."

"Have IT check his Internet access. I'm sure you'll find that picture was sent from his computer. I saw him come into the office. He's here. He's the only one who could have that picture, I told you that. I warned you something like this would happen. You should have spoken to him first thing this morning. Now you are part of the problem. Are you going to call IT now, or do I go and speak to my attorney?"

While I stood there, she called in the head of IT. She explained the issue, and asked for an immediate audit of his computer and a report. As soon as we were alone again, she glared at me. "I don't like being bullied around. I'm doing my job. There was no way for me to know he was going to pull something like that, if it was him."

"Except that I told you who it was, and what I expected. I wrote it down for you, names and dates. I'm going to lunch, I'll talk to you afterward."

"It doesn't help anything for you to be checking on me every hour on the hour."

"I'm not. I spoke to you before eight. At quarter to Noon, I brought you additional evidence, and asked you to look into it. I'm leaving to avoid the shit-storm I see coming. When I return, if I hear one single word about that email, I'll start the ball rolling."

I left her office and called the CEO's secretary. "I'd like to talk to Dr. Cantrell this afternoon. It's extremely important."

"He's very busy. I'm not sure today's a good day," she said.

"It has to do with a sexual harassment case that's been reported to HR and is still continuing. I'm trying to avoid having attorneys brought in. I hope he can find time for me."

"Please hold," she said.

I waited, listening to the stupid music for a couple of minutes. "You have an appointment for three forty-five. Don't be late, he has a four o'clock meeting."

"I'll be there."

I started the process of closing out the credit cards, over a long lunch. When I was done, they were paid off, except for the one in her name, and there was less than $1,000 left in our joint accounts. There wasn't much more I could do about the house, other than make it too painful and too expensive for her to stay there. I had an idea about that. I was monitoring my cell phone calls, ignoring most, only picking up if it dealt with customers. Any unknown numbers I let go to voice mail.

I was a little surprised that Sheri never called. I was quite happy to get a call from Mark Anderson, screaming at me for being an asshole, and getting work involved. He asked me if I liked the picture, and said that he loved fucking my slut wife, and would be doing that a lot more often, since I couldn't take care of business. He also said I deserved what I had coming, and that I would pay for fucking with him.

You've just gotta love an asshole with a temper. I forwarded the message to Diane in HR.

It was pure luck that the asshole was exiting the building, being sent home for the day, just as I returned. I had no idea what had happened yet, but was already feeling better. We were only a few feet from the front door, when we crossed paths.

"You little fucker," Anderson sneered. "Your ass is grass, and I'm the lawnmower."

I laughed at his lame cliché. "Have a nice day off, Mr. Two Minutes to Get Off, puny dick. The slut said the only reason she didn't make you use a rubber was because she couldn't find one small enough. You might want to get yourself checked, the cunt has Herpes. I hope you enjoy having lots and lots of time off."

He took a swing at me. I expected as much, and rolled with it instead of avoiding it. "Damn, needle dick! You hit like a little girl," I laughed.

After goading him into his second shot, I unloaded on him, all my anger and frustration begging for release. I didn't punch him. I slammed him into the wall, bouncing his head off the bricks, immediately kneeing him in the balls. I did it twice more, holding him up against the bricks. As he sagged, I hit him in all the juicy soft spots, solar plexus, throat, under his ear, and a nice rabbit punch when he was on his knees. Crouched over as he was, a last shot to the balls was irresistible, leaving him curled up, retching on the ground. I walked in past the half-dozen witnesses, and approached the receptionist. "You'll want to call Diane in HR, and security, to get a copy of the entrance surveillance tapes."

It was the first of many beatings that Mr. Anderson had coming, I'd decided. It was so much fun.

I'd been at my desk for less than five minutes, before I got the call from upstairs.

"Mr. Zodd? Dr. Cantrell would like to see you as soon as it's convenient."

Which meant now. Five minutes later I was sitting opposite the CEO.

No greeting, no introductions. He looked me over. "I take it that bruise on your face is from your altercation with Mr. Anderson."

"Yes sir. He jumped me on the way into the office."

"I have the video. It appears he attacked you, but you were speaking first. I'd like to know what that was about."

"He was insulting and threatening me. As he had been for months, just as I informed HR. I told him I hoped he enjoyed his time off. I may have said something about how he hit like a girl, after the first punch."

"I'm not happy about what's going on in your department. I don't like how it's been handled by any of the parties, but I understand your issues. Our counsel does not believe you have a sexual harassment case, but it's clear an unprofessional work environment has developed, and I can assure you that will be dealt with."

"Thank you, sir. I must confess, I was made the same assurance early this morning. That hasn't worked out so well."

He sat back, after his little spiel, and watched me silently. I understood the tactic, and waited as well. I was in no hurry.

"What do you want, Martin?"

First name. That was a good sign. "I want the insults, threats and attacks to stop. I want the perpetrators to understand in no uncertain terms their behavior is unacceptable, and I don't want to be subjected to it from co-workers at work or at home. I expect Mr. Anderson to be dealt with. I don't want to see him day after day, and I don't expect him to be rewarded for his behavior."

He nodded. "That is not unreasonable. So I can take it that if your concerns are dealt with, this ends here?"

"Of course. That's all I want. To be able to work in a safe and comfortable environment, not in an extremely hostile one. I like my job, and for several years have enjoyed working here. It's only been the last 8 months or so, that it's gone bad."

"In the future, if something like that type of behavior occurs, please bring it up immediately, so we can nip it in the bud."

"Yes sir."

He stood and came around the desk. I stood when he did, and accepted his outstretched hand. "This business is my baby. It's my life. I won't accept a cancer in it. I don't know how it ever got this far, but I will look into it, and excise the disease. I'd like you to take the rest of the week off, paid of course, and not part of your vacation. I think you probably have some issues you need to work out at home. When you return Monday, you and I will have lunch, and I'll tell you how things have been handled. Does that work for you?"

Longest fuckin' handshake of my life, but it was worth it. I was relatively certain that the beginning of my payback for Asshole Anderson was well on it's way, the CEO knew my name, and I'd be having lunch with him on Monday.

It was a start.

~ * ~ * ~

I probably should have just gotten my divorce and moved on, 20-20 hindsight and all that. 

Instead I headed for Amy's house, and waited for her to get off work. While sitting in my car outside her house, I reviewed my messages, surprised at how few of them had anything to do with the most pressing issues in my life.

Sheri had called. I was going to delete it without listening, but it was very short. "We need to talk, Asshole. Tonight, or all your stuff goes out the door."




Escalation Ch. 02



The door slammed shut. Terry looked up from the breakfast table as his wife Alison strode into the kitchen, whistling a happy, carefree tune. He'd been up all night worrying about her, but she obviously had had a good time, judging by her demeanour.

"Morning, hubby," she beamed, planting a big kiss on his cheek. She threw her handbag to the floor and sat down with a contented sigh in a chair. Terry waited for her to say something, but she didn't.

"So... how wa.."

"How was last night?" she said, gleefully. "Fucking. Awesome. And Jane said it'll only get better from now on. She's promised to introduce me to some of her friends in the lifestyle and I can't wait to..."

"Woah, woah, slow down!" Terry said, laughing. "I take it that means last night was... fun? And who is Jane?"

"You know, Jane, my friend. My best friend now, I guess," she chuckled. "She came round for dinner with her husband one time, remember? The half-Japanese girl."

"Ooooh, THAT Jane," he said, remembering at last. "Wow, she was there? I'd never have known she was a swinger."

"Yeah, I didn't know until the other day, then I saw her at the club with these two studs and when you hadn't even noticed them, I kind of... snapped, I guess. She'd given me a little signal that she wanted me to join them in a private room so... I guess I did."

"I thought... you mean you had an orgy?"

"Well, it was a foursome," Alison winked. "Although I guess when the other five people came into the room, that counts as an orgy..."

"Woah, hang on a minute... you had sex with eight other people??"

"Yeah, it was fucking amazing, the best night of my life ever," she exclaimed. "I was very nervous when I entered the room and I saw Jane on her knees, sucking the cocks of both men. She looked up at me and pointed one of the dicks in my direction. Tentatively, I knelt and began to suck it too. When I tasted the pre-cum, something clicked in me and I stripped down completely. Soon I was sucking his cock like a wild thing, licking his balls and that bit between the ass and the balls, whatever that's called. I was really going for it, all my inhibitions had gone out the window. I had almost forgotten Jane and the other guy were in the room when he tapped on my shoulder and we both swapped, allowing me to suck my second dick of the evening."

"I could feel the cock in my mouth get even stiffer," Alison continued, "and I knew he was about to cum. I really want to swallow his load for some reason, something I'd never done before. He groaned and thrust deep into my mouth, causing me to gag a little, but I fought past it and was rewarded as jets of sperm filled by mouth. I eagerly gulped it all down, not letting a drop escape. He wilted and I let him plop out, a satisfied smile on my face. I could see Jane was finishing off the other man, but when she let him go, it was clear she hadn't swallowed. She crawled over to me and grabbed my head. I knew immediately what she wanted, so I opened my mouth and she slowly dribbled all the cum from hers into mine. It was sordid and degrading... and I fucking loved it."

"Then she gave me a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, my first ever full-on lesbian experience. It was... pretty awesome. It turns out I'm pretty firmly in the bisexual camp, which is interesting as I'd never thought about it really until the past week. We kissed passionately and I felt her hand on my dripping pussy, automatically opening my legs to give her access. She knew just how to stimulate me, obviously very experienced at pleasuring women. I moaned as she slipped three fingers into me, working my clit with her thumb. The two men flanked us now and I instinctively grabbed their semi-erect cocks, desperate to work them back to full stiffness."

"As I felt their dicks being to get hard again, I came. It was the most explosive orgasm I've ever had and, I'm pleased to say, it was also the least explosive orgasm I had that night. My whole body quivered and bucked as I climaxed, legs twitching and clamping together as Jane continued to masturbate me. My clit was throbbing and I had to pull away, it was so sensitive. I knelt there, gasping, shuddering with pleasure as I came down slowly. I opened my eyes and smiled weakly at Jane, who then fed my her fingers covered in my orgasmic juices. They put me on my back then and one of the men entered me."

"It was so matter of fact, taking another man's penis inside me for the first since we began dating, Terry," Alison mused. "It was like nothing, not a big deal, although the cock itself was pretty big. It was nicely thick, it gave me a little bit of a stretch and was longer than yours. It felt... good. So good I came like a motherfucker on it."

"You came... with a man fucking you?" Terry said.

"I know, it's never happened before!" Alison said, beaming. "I just... can't describe it. It was so good, much better than when I touch myself or even when Jane was touching me. It was... intense to a special level. And Jane says it gets even better than that, I was just having the tip of the iceberg of orgasms, apparently. But yeah, it was mind-blowing as it was and if that's the best climax I ever have, fuck, I'm happy with that."

"This is the bit you might not like so much," Alison said, though she showed no sign of caring whether Terry would like it or not. "I... kind of begged him to cum inside me."

Terry was quiet, but said nothing.

"And, er, the second guy came in my pussy as well... plus the three other guys who came in later. All five of them," she said, pointing at her groin, "dumped their spunk in my womb."

"Five men?" Terry said.

"Yes."

"Five men came inside you?"

"...yes?"

"Alison..." Terry said, reaching across the table and taking hold of her hands, "that is the most... absolutely fucking amazing thing I've ever heard. I'm so happy, so proud of you, my dirty fucking cumslut of a wife."

Alison beamed, relieved.

"I couldn't help it," she said, excitedly. "I just... really wanted them to fuck me full of their cum. A couple of times I even came at the same time. That was incredible. I was just afraid I was crossing a line, that you'd be upset."

"How could I be upset? It's beautiful, such an amazing thing. Upset? Fuck, I love it."

"So... you don't mind the fact I've got the loads of five men inside me now, as we speak?"

"It's very, very arousing," he said. "I don't want you to worry about me. As long as you come home to me, I'm ok. As long as you are happy, I'm happy."

Alison was skeptical. She hadn't realised how deep her husband's fetish for cuckoldry went. He wanted her to do anything she wanted, more or less, but did he realise where this could lead? Did he actually mean it? It was all well and good saying these things in the heat of the moment, but what if she really went for it, spent days and nights away from him, fucking other people? If she loved the lifestyle so much, she changed and they drifted apart?

She hadn't said anything, but she'd lost control last night. She'd begged for them to cum in her, she'd screamed her head off as woman after woman ate her pussy, Jane fulfilling her promise of eating cum out of Alison's fucked hole. She'd felt completely at home in that sordid situation and she was wondering about where to go next. The fact Terry was innocently giving her the green light to go on was too much, she thought, temptation for her to resist.

Alison was the type of woman who threw herself into something she liked. If she got into something, she'd devote herself to it almost full time. This had usually been confined to gardening or cookery or music or whatever in her younger days. Never in her wildest dreams did she considered the possibility she would be doing this with sex, but she was and she intended to go for it head on. Her stomach was full of butterflies as she pondered the potential situations she could find herself in and she resolved to go on the internet later and scour the tube sites for depraved acts she could carry out herself. She smiled wickedly.

"Yes, I think I am happy, Terry," she said. "Very happy indeed."

As she looked through the various sites, typing in increasingly unwholesome things, she was impressed by how filthy her mind was. She found herself repeatedly viewing clips involving gangbangs, double penetrations and videos involving cum play, like bukkakes or women taking repeated cumshots up the pussy or ass.

Then she saw the interracial gang-bang. Her eyes shot open as she saw this young girl taking two gigantic cocks in both holes. She was mesmerised as they fucked her senseless, the girl's eyes rolling back in their sockets, clearly driven out of her mind with ecstasy.

"Holy fuck..." Alison said as the woman was pounded, both cocks easily over 10 inches long and thick as her forearm, slamming in and out of her petite body, which looked to be continuously rocked by crippling orgasms. The men were relentless and when one tired, another replaced him. The wider shots showed a room full of men, eager to get their turn inside her eager body. 

Alison felt an overwhelming urge, a need to be the woman in this video. A black man-only gang-bang was right at the top of her to-do list now. A thought struck her - Jane. A quick search of her name revealed nothing, as clearly she wouldn't use her own name. Thinking, Alison tried Jane's screen name she used on Skype and various other things. Bingo! Alison was impressed - one tube site alone had over 200 videos all uploaded by someone with the same user name.

As Alison glanced through them, she just grew more and more turned on. Seeing her friend is such situations, even after the last night, was incredible. So many gangbangs, so many double penetrations, so much cum everywhere... she couldn't hold it back any more. Standing, a video of Jane being sandwiched between two burly black guys playing on the screen, Alison removed her top and bra, tossing them aside. She teased her nipples for a while before discarding her skirt and almost ripping off her underwear in haste. She stood there, masturbating, watching her friend gleefully take black cock after black cock on the screen.

Her knees turned to jelly as she came, but she wasn't satisfied. Sitting down, she spread her legs, hooking each knee over the arms of the chair and dipping three fingers into her glistening twat. Four went in soon after and she rammed then in and out while rubbing her clit with her other hand. It took mere seconds to climax again and this time she was too exhausted to continue. Eventually, she switched off the computer and dressed herself, not bothering with her underwear or bra, rejoining Terry in the lounge, her husband unaware of what she'd been doing.

It seemed like he was unaware of most things she was doing or thinking over the next week. Life was relatively normal on the face of it. Jobs and the normal routine took over, though ever-present in Alison's mind was porn and her own burgeoning sexuality. Any chance she got she masturbated to a video of Jane fucking a bunch of men and by the time her friend finally called her on the Friday night, Alison was desperate to feel the warmth of a real man's big cock inside her again.

"Hi lover," Jane said. "Ready for another night at the club?"

"God yes," Alison said, not bothering to hide her desire.

"Excellent," her friend laughed. "Can we speak freely?"

"Yes, Terry's not back from work yet," Alison replied.

"Wonderful. I think we're going to give you what you want, darling," Jane said. "Last week was a taster, now I think you're ready for the main course. What do you say to... a room, you...and three black men?"

"I say... fuck yes!" Alison laughed. "I've been watching videos of you online, especially the ones with the black guys... I can't wait to see if what you said was true."

"Well, it's not completely true, but in my experience black is best. Girth, length, amount of cum, potency, stamina... it's all best in a black guy. And for horny sluts like us, we need the best!"

"Damn right!" Alison exclaimed. "When does it happen?"

"I can pick you up right away," she said.

"Now? Holy... but what about Terry? I need to tell him, he'll want to wa... ah, fuck him. Come over, I'm ready."

Alison had a quick shower and applied a modest amount of make-up. As she was dressing, Jane rang the doorbell.

"Come in!" Alison shouted. "It's open! Ah, there you are. I can't decide what to wear, as usual."

Jane was carrying a big fur coat and wearing one herself. "I'm thinking the only suit you'll need tonight is your birthday suit."

"You're right, but still... do you like this one?" Alison said, holding up a sleek black number she'd bought recently.

"Seriously, you're not going to wear anything. Not now, not on the way, not in the club. Just this coat so we don't get arrested. Everything else can go. Naked under the coat, girl. Naked under the coat."

Alison looked at the coat and shrugged.

"Sure, why not?" she said. Swiftly, she disrobed, standing naked in front of her friend, who also discarded her garments.

"God, it's... too hard to resist you," Jane smiled. "Let me just... warm you up a bit."

She knelt and began to eat Alison's pussy, hands gently holding her head in place. Alison moaned as Jane's expert tongue did its work efficiently. Before she could cum, Jane stopped, leaving Alison frustrated and desperate to climax. Spinning her around, Jane then spread her friend's ass and began to devour that too, eliciting all sorts of different feelings from her lover.

She stopped and Alison was left buzzing with excitement, worked up a treat by her friend.

"Let's go," she said. "I really, really need a cock in me."

The journey to the club seemed to take forever, even though it was just a short trip downtown. Alison had to resist the urge to just masturbate in the car, hoping her discipline would be rewarded later on by the lovers she was expecting to drive her to orgasm over and over.

"Ready?" Jane said, as they entered the club.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Alison said, nervously. The door closed behind them and they took off their coats, completely naked now. Alison's pussy was almost dripping wet as they approached the bar.

"Two of the usual, Pablo," Jane said to the barman. "Have my ... friends arrived yet?"

"Yep, they're all in room number one for you, J. How many were you expecting, by the way?"

"Tyrone said he and two others were going to show. They're for my friend here, she's never been with black guys before... why?"

"Ah," Pablo chuckled, looking at Alison. "Let's just say she'll have more fun than she anticipated today."

"Sounds interesting," Jane smiled wickedly. "I think my little friend here is ok with that. Right, Alison?"

"Er, yeah, sure..." she replied, slightly confused but going along with it all. Whatever happened, she just wanted to get on with it and have some sex.

"Anyway, they're all waiting for you. I'll buzz the room, let them know you are here."

"Thanks sweetie," Jane said, taking their drinks and blowing a kiss to the barman. "That's Pablo. He's a lovely guy. He's been here as long as I can remember. He's bisexual, loves the ladies and the fellas, especially the black fellas. And his cock is to die for."

"He's kinda cute," Alison said, looking back at him. "I'm not really into latino guys, but I think what I'm into doesn't really count anymore. I wasn't into sex really, after all..."

They laughed and sipped their drinks, Alison liking the warm, fuzzy feeling the alcohol gave her. She felt even more loosened up now, ready to go.

"I think I want to get started," she said, placing her empty glass on a nearby table. "I'm really fucking horny."

Jane just smiled and tapped her friend on the ass. "Then let's do it."

She pushed open the door to room number one and ushered Alison in. Once inside they both did a double take at just how many men were inside. Jane had promised Alison three men, but it seemed that Tyrone, the organiser, had got a bit carried away. There were 10 men in the room, all black, naked and chatting casually. They saw the two girls and Alison's heart raced as erections began to grow immediately. Ten enormous black dicks swelling just for her and Jane.

"T...ten?" Alison said, voice quivering with both fear and overwhelming lust. Jane merely nodded.

"I... holy fuck, I can't... oh my..." Alison stammered as some of the men approached them. Jane looked at her friend then stepped back.

"They're all yours, honey," she grinned.

Alison gulped as she was surrounded, hands all over her. She gasped as mouths found her nipples, hands touched her ass and her clit, fingers slid into her gushing cunt.

"What a beautiful girl," she heard a man say, to a chorus of approving grunts and nods. She was petrified but so, so turned on. Nothing she'd ever done came close to this level of depravity and, she realised, she absolutely loved it. Her lust conquered her fears and she let herself be carried away by it.

Cocks brushed her skin, hard and thick, long and throbbing. She reached down, wrapping her small hands around the pulsating wands of flesh. They were so big, she couldn't encircle them. All were longer than the ones she'd taken on her first trip to the club. Suddenly she was pushed gently through the group and down onto a bed in the middle of the room. Behind her she felt a man mount her, his massive cock nudging her dripping wet pussy.

"Beg for it," a man growled. Alison turned her head and looked the man behind her in the eyes.

"Please... fuck me with your massive black dick!" she moaned. "I need it so bad, to be fucked by a real man, a stud, a black stallion. Give me your cock and fuck my womb full of your fucking sperm. It's so fucking big, I'll never fuck a smaller man ever again. FUCK ME!"

The cock speared her, sinking 6 inches into her pussy in one movement. She squealed and then realised that only half of it was inside her. He pushed, sliding in and out, and she yelled out as she was filled more than ever before, the cock reaching places nothing ever had before. His balls finally touched her and she cried out with joy, knowing every centimetre of black penis was buried inside her.

"So fucking beautiful..." Alison heard Jane say as she watched her friend take the entire length over and over, slow, deep strokes as she got used to it. Alison sighed with pleasure as she lost herself in the sex, the man's thrusts gradually gaining urgency, her own pleasure rising inexorably. She'd never felt anything like this before, this enormous staff of male flesh impaling her quicker and quicker. Her breath grew ragged and she began to gasp as he picked up the pace, his huge balls slapping against her skin, the sound wickedly sinful yet utterly delicious.

Her senses were totally attuned to the cock pounding her previously tight little pussy. Everything was focused on it, the rest of the room, Jane, the nine other men waiting to fuck her - all blotted out as she lived entirely in the moment. Her orgasm was agonisingly close, she could feel herself on the cusp of something incredible. She just needed something to trigger it.

She felt the man expand slightly inside her, so tightly was she wrapped around him. She knew what was coming and she was desperate for it, for him to empty his balls into her womb.

"Please, please!" she whimpered. "Cum inside me, oh fuck please cum inside me. Oh fuck, oh FUCK!"

He roared and she screamed as they both came at the same time, the feeling of his cock twitching and exploding within her the trigger she needed to finally climax. Her whole body felt like it was going to explode, bursts of white hot pleasure cascaded from her groin. Every muscle seemed to tense up as she yelled her lungs out, the man's cock shoved completely up inside her, sperm splattering against her cervix.




Escalation Ch. 02



They came down slowly, Alison a quivering wreck on the bed. She felt Jane's hand on her shoulder and she slowly rolled over onto her back, a weary smile of satisfaction on her face.

"That was amazing," Jane grinned. "Now for number two."

Alison looked over Jane's shoulder as a second stallion approached. She smiled, spread her legs wider and nodded, ready for the second round.



Escalation Ch. 02



Two were from Amy, also saying we needed to talk. Sheri had confronted her about sleeping with me, and Amy had denied it. Amy claimed she didn't know how her sister had found out. I wasn't sure I believed her. Coincidentally, she and I were going to talk, as soon as she got home.

Another call from Anderson. He seemed calmer. He insisted that neither of us do anything stupid. We could end it. I didn't want to see how it would get if I didn't drop everything. Damn, if he hadn't added that last part, I might have ignored it. I forwarded it to Diane.

One call from Eric. Apologetic, he wanted to talk. He explained that the thing with my wife wasn't supposed to happen, and it was a mistake. He also apologized for sending the picture. He had been drunk the night he'd emailed it from his phone, and wished he could take it back. I saved his confession.

I checked the call log, and saw two calls from Jack. He wasn't as stupid. He didn't leave any incriminating messages.

One call was from my boss, telling me he knew about my having the week off. He assured me he hadn't known about the issues, and would be dealing with them. He was a damn liar. He was CC'ed on every email. He knew about them alright. But for now, I'd let that slide.

There was a service call from the credit card company wanting to know why I closed my credit card with them, offering a reduction in interest rate, and a larger credit limit. I called 'Virgil', accepted a new card in my name only, and had it mailed to my business address. It was the first time that a marketing call was any use to me.

I had cleared out my messages when Amy drove up, a little after 5:30. She was clearly surprised to see me, but invited me in.

"Did you tell her about us?" she asked, getting us each a beer.

"No way. Not a word. I haven't spoken a word to her since she accused me. Do you know what that bitch did?"

Amy nodded shamefully. "She's an idiot. I guess it's over now?"

"All but the fat lady singing. How did she find out? I haven't mentioned it once, to anybody but you. Who have you told?"

She blushed. "Only two people, but I can't believe either of them would say anything to her."

"But they may have told someone else, who told somebody, who told Sheri. She doesn't need proof, obviously from her last two actions. One person saying the wrong thing would set her off."

"I'm sorry, Marty. I didn't want this. You have to know that. I was hoping you guys could work it out." She took a sip of beer. "Did she really do it on the same bed where you were tied down?"

I felt my blood rushing to my face. "Twice. With my worst enemy from work."

"Fuck. That sucks."

"No shit. I'm dealing with him at work. I'm seeing a divorce attorney on Wednesday. It galls me that I'm going to have to give the cheating cunt a penny."

"Well, you did cheat on her," Amy said.

"Really? How the fuck can you say that? The whole getting even was your idea, Amy, or have you forgotten? Two blowjobs to guys I work with. Acting like a slut at the company party. Cutting me off for six months. Then this shit of rubbing it in my face? And you're going to side with the bitch?"

"I didn't say I sided with her. She fucked up big-time. We both know the way she is. She always thinks she has to get even, and then some."

"You understand I'm going to destroy her, don't you? I'll make her life a living hell. Those blowjob pictures of her are going to get sent to everybody. Those and the photos of her slutting around at the party. She pushed it way too far. If I have to, I'll quit my job and move away before I give her a single penny. I'll burn the house to the ground, with her in it, if I need to. She's gotta pay, Amy, and trust me, it's gonna get ugly. Real ugly."

Amy was clearly upset. "Don't do that, Marty. You can't. It'll ruin you. You're not like that. You have to know she regrets what she did. She'll be miserable once you divorce her. She never expected that. Can't that be enough?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? Enough? She fucked my worst enemy not just in front of me, but literally on top of me. Nothing is enough. No, she'll be lucky if I don't put her in the hospital after I break her. That or the grave."

She was shaking her head, over and over. "No. No way. I can't let you do that. It's too much. She's my sister, Marty! It's bad enough that we had sex. You've got to know how much that hurt her. She gave two assholes blowjobs, but you and I had sex. Of course she was upset!"

"Damn you, Amy! The sex was your idea! I'm supposed to give her a free pass, for the shit she pulled?"

"Not a free pass, but you're talking overkill. You guys had a bunch of good years together. Let it end civilly, or you'll both be miserable forever. It's not worth it."

I couldn't believe her. "No way. Sorry. It was too much. She humiliated me, made me a laughing stock at work. At least we were discreet. She's got it coming."

Amy finished her beer. "How about if we got you even? Would that be enough?"

"What do you mean, even?"

"We do what she did. You and me, in her face. Then you're even, and you go along with a nice quiet, fair divorce, and maybe one day, you two can be civil to each other."

"I don't think that's going to happen, Amy. For one thing, she'd never let me tie her down. Besides, you know she'd try to get even again, and it would just get worse."

"I think I know a way. Give me this weekend. I think I can have her in a position to do what we want by Saturday. Will you do that much? Let me take care of it, and if things work out, no more payback, no more revenge, you both just move on. Alright?"

"I don't know, Amy. I don't think it will work."

She slid over next to me. "I'll sweeten the pot. You and me, baby. I'll be yours, no commitments, until the divorce is done. As long as it's civil, I won't deny you anything. How does that sound?"

I grinned. "That sounds pretty damn sweet, but I doubt you can work it out."

"Let me try, okay? Whether I manage it or not, I'll make it up to you personally this weekend. It'll be my way of apologizing for my part in this. I promise, it will be a very good apology."

We sealed the deal with a kiss, and I went home to face the flaming of the shrew.

~ * ~ * ~

I wasn't in the door 10 seconds before my loving wife met and exceeded all my expectations.

"So the asshole finally shows up. Are you ready to talk like a civilized person, or do I need to throw all of your shit out of here?"

I glared at her. I wanted to make it through the weekend to see what Amy had up her sleeve, but I wasn't going to take shit from the bitch. No way.

"I think it's only fair that you should know, if you throw my stuff out of my house, I will wait until you're sound asleep and burn the fucking place down around your head. So decide carefully what you're going to do, and how badly you want to pay."

Her mouth fell open, and she was actually speechless, perhaps for the first time in a year.

She got her dander up again after a bit. "If you do, I'll go to the police and tell them you did it. They'll lock you up and throw away the key."

"No you won't. Someone else might, but if you push me any further, you'll never tell anyone anything, do you understand? I hate you right now, and if you give me the least cause, I'll do something about it." I leaned back and smiled. "You might want to call your latest lover at the hospital. He'll tell you what I'm capable of doing."

I saw that got to her. "What did you do to Mark? Did anyone see you? Are the police going to get involved?"

"I delivered the first of many, many lessons to the asshole. Your other two lovers are next. You've destroyed all of their lives, as well as ours. You've ended three marriages. I hope you're happy, you cheating cunt."

"I didn't want to do any of it! You made me! You know you did!" she shrieked.

"Here's how it's going to work, Sheri. I'm not going to argue with you, or listen to you justifying your whorish actions. You're gonna leave me alone for a week. One week. I need to get my head around what you've done. I'll postpone having the divorce papers served until then. This weekend, if I can stand to look at you without wanting to choke the life out of you, we can talk. But you have to leave me alone until then."

"I'm not going to let you dictate your terms to me. This is your fault," she snapped.

"It doesn't matter to me whose fault you think it is. I need this time. If you won't agree, I'll pack up my stuff, and you'll be served in the next couple of days. Then our lawyers can work it out."

"If you divorce me, I'll make your life miserable," she said angrily.

"More miserable than it already is?" I laughed at her, before calming. "Why do you even want to stay married, Sheri? You can't be happy. I know you don't love me. You couldn't and do what you did. Why don't we just end it?"

"I thought we were happy, until I found out you were fucking my sister! Why would you do that? What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"It was the only way I was going to try again. You cheated on me, and humiliated me with two men I work with. I hear it every day at work. I did nothing, except get a lap dance, and you decided to become a full-fledged cheating slut. I was gone, out the door. I'd already seen a lawyer. Amy bribed me to give it another try, by getting even. Not for the whole weekend either, that was another of your lies. We spent one night together. It was a mistake. I should have divorced you then. You're not worth a second try. That's all I'm going to say on the matter. If you insist on arguing about it, like I said, I'll pack, and leave."

"I don't believe you only got a lap dance."

I got up and walked out to the garage, pulling down the biggest suitcases we had, while she continued her harping from the door into the kitchen.

"You're such a fucking liar and a coward. You're going to run away again, because you can't accept that what's good for the goose is good for the gander. I don't need you."

She blocked my way into the house, but I pushed right past her, a suitcase in each hand. "You'd be smart to shut up. Every word you say is digging your grave deeper."

"What are you going to do, tough guy? Hit a woman? I'll have you locked up so fast, it'll make your head spin."

"Actually, I'm thinking more along the lines of sending the pictures of you acting like a slut at the party, and sucking two cocks, to your parents, friends, office mates, neighbors and everyone you know." I probably shouldn't have given her the heads up, but the bitch just wouldn't leave me alone.

She followed me silently to the bedroom, where I started packing.

"I . . . I'll send that picture of you tied down to everybody," she threatened.

I laughed. "Too late. Your lover already did that. I think I'll send that picture as well, along with the explanation, showing what a vindictive, whoring cunt you really are."

I heard the door hit the wall, and looked over. She was leaning against it heavily. "I didn't want him to do that. I swear I didn't. It was just supposed to be about you and me."

"Just shut the fuck up, Sheri, and let me finish packing, okay?" I started on the second suitcase.

She came over and stood by the bed. "Look Marty. We're even now. Let's stop this. Maybe I went a little too far, but it's done. I can't change that. Stop this silly packing and we can go back to what we had."

I dumped another stack of shirts in the suitcase. "No."

Sheri is what she is. I should have known it would come to something like this. Too headstrong, too vengeful, too unyielding. Her way or the highway. The highway was looking pretty damn good right now. It was too bad about Amy, but there were plenty of other fish in the sea. I wasn't even 30 years old. 

She grabbed a handful of my stuff out of the closed suitcase and dumped it in my drawer. "One week you said. You said you'd give us a week."

"If you'd leave me alone, I said. I don't consider yelling, screaming, and blaming me for everything, to be leaving me alone, do you?" I returned to the drawer, pulled it out of the chest, dumped it in the suitcase, then threw the empty drawer across the room, where it broke, leaving a divot in the drywall.

She backed up nervously. I wasn't a violent man, not normally, but my anger was at the boiling point. Anderson got the first taste of it. She was close to getting the next.

"One week, Marty. We'll talk this weekend. I won't bother you anymore."

I stared at her, weighing my choices. Just cut my losses, and move on, or wait until the weekend, to see what Amy had planned. Either way, it was ending.

At least if I stayed, I'd save a little money, and have time to deal with finding a new place. If I could avoid strangling her, of course.

I stood and stared at her, wondering what could possibly be going through her mind. She couldn't seriously believe we could stay together after what she'd done, could she?

"You'll leave me alone?"

She nodded. "We can talk, I hope, about normal things, meals, things that need getting done, that kind of stuff."

"I'll be moving into the guest bedroom," I told her.

"I wish you wouldn't," she said softly. I was surprised by her tone. I was starting to get worried she was up to something.

"I don't trust you, Sheri. I can never again be vulnerable around you. I can't fall asleep where you can get to me, or I might wake up tied down again, while you're having a gangbang on top of me. I can never trust you with my safety or security. Not after what you did." I knew even as I said it, it was true. I couldn't trust her. I started packing again. "Never mind, this is a stupid idea."

She sat on the bed, closing the lid of the suitcase. "One week, Marty. I won't bother you. I won't do anything, I swear. I'll help you move your things to the guest room. You promised one week."

"Why?" I asked.

She actually looked surprised. "I love you, you idiot. And I know you love me. Maybe we both made some mistakes. It doesn't have to ruin everything."

Damn, she was delusional. How could she say she loved me, fucking my nemesis on top of me? "I'm leaving a bag packed. I don't know if I can do it. I'll try for a week, but you have to leave me alone. I can't take it anymore."

She nodded. "I will. I swear. Do you want me to help you move your stuff?"

"No. To be honest, I don't even want you entering the guest room. Not for the next seven days."

"How about I fix us some dinner?" she offered.

I was hungry. I could handle dinner. I wasn't sure I could handle sitting at a table with her. "Alright."

"Anything special? Or should I surprise you?"

"No surprises, please. The last one was more than enough. Something simple."

I was amazed she didn't go into attack mode. "How about meatloaf? We have ground beef."

"That would be fine."

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I survived. For the next few days, I got up and dressed as if I was going to work. She made an effort, for the most part leaving me alone, getting up to make breakfast, preparing dinner. We were strangers sharing a house for the most part, which worked fine by me.

I spent a lot of time at the library. They had free computers to use, and I started updating my resume, preparing to look for a new job. I checked the job sites, created an online resume, and reached out to my references. Even if I got what I wanted, I didn't think I wanted to keep working with all those assholes. I didn't limit my job search locally. A change of scenery might do me good.

I shopped around for apartments. They cost a lot more than I'd expected. In the end, it was embarrassing, but I started looking for shared places. I found one good possibility, a basement apartment in an older couple's home, a little closer to downtown than where we were living. I didn't close the deal, but I let them know I was very interested, and gave them $100 earnest money to hold it for a week. They were only asking for $450, so I basically bought seven days.

By midweek, Sheri and I were talking, barely. Just enough to manage things around the house. I avoided her, and for the most part she avoided me. I'd spoken with Amy, and told her that I was going to stay in the house through the weekend. She told me she was still working on her plan.

I met with the lawyer, and started the paperwork. It cost me another two grand out of my stash, but I didn't care. I told him to make it 50/50, and she could have the house if she wanted, but I wasn't paying for it. I hoped she wouldn't check too deeply into the house. The payments were actually lower, because I'd changed the term from 15 years to 30 when I took the equity out, and I'd gotten an interest rate a full two percent lower. Her car's blue-book value was $1200 higher than mine, and I told him that was a wash as far as I was concerned. I just wanted out. When we were done, he said he could have her served at her work on Monday.

Sheri was the quietest she'd ever been. I could tell she was worried, and she had every reason to be. She'd somehow found out that Anderson had been hospitalized for a few days. I think that surprised her more than anything. 

My finances had been taken care of. She could have the house if she wanted, but I wasn't going to be paying for it. She'd probably have to get a roommate to make the payments, with her part-time job. Maybe lover boy Mark, those two deserved each other. Since we'd been married less than 10 years, and had no kids, in Texas that meant she gets nothing, no alimony, no child support. Squat. Fifty percent of what we owned, and that was it. And that wasn't much.

I hope she enjoyed being poor.

By Friday, I had come to terms with the end of my marriage. I was comfortable with it. I had a good job, and I was young enough to start over. I had a little starting cash. I knew I'd be happier than I had been the last couple of years. It had gotten to the point where I could barely remembered why I'd married her in the first place.

According to Amy's plan, I needed to get out of the house on Friday. She was going to bury the hatchet with her sister. I was under strict orders not to go home until after midnight, the later the better.

So I made a few calls. I tracked down a couple of women I'd dated before Sheri, and was pleased to find out that Debbie, my last serious girlfriend before starting with my wife, was available and single. I made a date for Friday, and she sounded happy about it. My life was turning around.

I didn't tell Sheri what I was doing. I let her know I was going out, but didn't dress up or anything. I picked up Debbie at the address she'd given me, and she met me at the door with a hug and a kiss. Over dinner, it was as if we'd never been apart.

I found out that she'd been married briefly. According to her, it ended when he'd cheated on her for the third time. After my recent experience, I was thinking there might be two sides to the story, but I didn't say anything other than I was sorry.

She asked me about my life, and I started out trying to avoid the issue. Debbie knew me too well, and was a great listener. She drew the details out of me, most of it, at least. I might have gone a little easy on myself, when it came to my antics with Amy. 

When I got to the part about being tied down, and having her fuck my worst enemy, literally on top of me, she looked stunned. 

"On top of you?" she asked.

"Twice. Yet somehow she thinks we can get around this," I answered.

"How could she believe you'd put up with that?"

"She's delusional. She still thinks this is all my fault. She did nothing wrong, at any point, to hear her tell it. I made her do everything she did."

"So where are you living now?"

"Still together. I haven't given her the divorce papers yet. I've been preparing for it," I explained.

"So that's it? You're just going to walk away?"




Escalation Ch. 02



I felt myself blushing. "I might still have something up my sleeve. I was going to burn her, but her sister is trying to convince me to go easy on her."

"The sister you had a 'thing' with? Are you sure she's even on your side? Blood runs thicker than water."

"I know, and she's been part of the problem all along. But she convinced me to take it easy on the ex, in exchange for which she's willing to help. It was her idea, to be honest," I said.

"Her idea to do what?" She was obviously curious, and grinning.

"What she did to me."

She opened her eyes wide in surprise, and laughed. "You're kidding! That's priceless." Her eyes squinted suspiciously. "Hey, what's my part in this?"

I laughed. "Your part? I'm going to be single very shortly. I thought we had a good thing, once upon a time. I'd like to see if there was something still there."

She grinned. "Moving kind of fast, aren't you?"

"I wasn't intending to, but I guess it's sort of where the conversation took us. I'm not looking to rush into anything."

She leaned across the table, and put her hand over mine. "We did have a pretty good thing, didn't we? Why did we ever break up?"

"You met the love of your life, remember?"

She blushed, and I almost felt bad for teasing her. "I always respected the way you handled it, Deb. We hadn't made any commitment, and you broke it off when you got serious. It hurt, but you were honest, and it took me a while to appreciate that."

"Yeah, I was an idiot. That lasted all of three months. I broke up with the best guy I'd ever been with, for a song and a dance. You sure bounced back fast. You were already with the Terror when I went looking for you."

"The 'Terror'?" I asked.

"She scared the hell out of me. When I showed up at your place, she told me to get lost and threatened me. Said she'd tear my hair out one strand at a time if I didn't leave you alone. I think she meant it."

"Yeah. That's my wife," I laughed.

She was still holding my hand, and it felt good. "Sooo, handsome. Want to go back to my place, and see if there's still a spark?"

That was unexpected. Talk about moving fast! "I'd love to, but I'll have to take a rain-check. Tonight I'm waiting for a call from my sister."

Debbie wasn't stupid. Not by a long shot. "My God! Tonight's the night for your revenge, isn't it? That's why you're out, and waiting for a call."

"I plead the fifth."

"Oh, come on, Marty. You can tell me. It's not like I'm a stranger. I won't tell," her pleading look was devastating.

"Alright. Maybe that's why I'm out, while Amy does her part to get my soon-to-be-ex-wife restrained for my payback."

"And this Amy, she's also going to be the one to do the dirty deed?" she asked.

"Do the dirty deed?" I almost laughed.

"You know what I mean. She's the one you're going to boink on top of the Terror. Damn, I'd love to see that."

That gave me an idea, and I found myself grinning. "How'd you like to do more than see it?"

Her big grin matched mine. "Bitch stole my man. I'd love to help. I will blow your mind, and lots more, if you give me half a chance. I don't think we'll have any trouble finding a spark."

"She didn't exactly steal me. I was single. You were the one that left," I reminded her.

"Close enough for me. All I wanted was to talk to you, see how things were going. The bitch threatened me." She grabbed her purse and stood up. "We're paid up, right?"

"Yep. I thought we might go out dancing. It's still early."

"And I'm thinking we need to go back to my place. I'm gonna warm you up for the main show. Tease you out of your mind. When it's time for you to get your payback, you'll be raring to go. What do you say?"

"I'm thinking we're wasting time."

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There was definitely still a spark, three hours of half-naked foreplay, with no release for yours truly, had me feeling desperate. "Please!" I groaned, while she teased my erection.

"No way. Not unless you promise."

"But I don't know what Amy has planned. I'm not even positive it's going to happen tonight."

She gave me a mischievous look, and licked me again, long, slow and teasing. "You can figure out a way. Even if it's not tonight. Promise, and I'll let you do everything when we do it."

I tugged at the wrist restraints I'd let her talk me into. It seemed reasonable at the time. I know what you're thinking. After what my evil wife did, how could I even think of letting her tie me up? Well, first of all it was only my hands, and secondly, it was Velcro. I could probably have pulled free if I really wanted to. She wanted to tease me, without my giving in, saving it for the big act. I had no idea she would be that good of a tease. "Damn it, Debbie! You're driving me crazy."

Her head dipped lower, and she sucked on my balls, making me moan. "Promise me, Marty. I get to be part of it. You know you want to. It'll be perfect." She nibbled on the side of my cock, scraping me with her teeth. "Everything, Marty. I'll give you my virgin ass. You know you always wanted it." 

It was a hell of an offer. "I'll try, alright?"

She pouted, then darted her tongue out across the top of my cock. "You're leaking pre-cum like a water faucet, Marty. Say you'll do it, and I'll suck you dry, and we can start all over again. That way you'll last even longer. You said the other guy lasted just a couple of minutes. I'll make sure you last as long as you want."

"You'll really give up your ass?"

She smiled, and gave me a quick, mind-numbing suck. "Tell you what. As soon as sis calls, I'll get prepared for you. Clean up inside real good, and even lube up. Sort of my apology for screwing up a good thing. Is it a deal?"

"Alright. I swear I'll do my best. I can't guarantee it, but I promise, I'll do all I can to make it happen, good enough?"

Her answer was clear. She took me in her mouth, and started sucking and stroking like a woman possessed. I had to admit, she'd gotten a lot better over the years. I groaned my pleasure, and didn't hold back. It didn't take her another minute to get me to shoot off for her. She looked up at me, her eyes locked on mine, as she stopped moving her head, and stroked with her hand, milking me dry into her mouth. When she pulled away, there was no evidence left at all. I watched her swallow. She licked her lips teasingly afterward. 

"I don't do that for many people, Marty. You and my ex, before he started cheating. That was the first thing he lost. That tell you anything?"

"We got a hell of a spark going here? Like bonfire sized?"

She crawled up my body, rubbing her bare tits against my skin, before kissing me deeply. "I'm thinking forest fire. I'm so hot for you right now I can't believe my panties haven't spontaneously combusted."

"Maybe we should remove them, just to be safe?" I suggested.

"We should, but not now. Later. Actually, when it's time to do it, I'd like to leave them on at first. Just pull them to the side and take me. That always seemed so dirty to me. When you're ready for my ass, you can strip me naked first, for the big finale."

"Sounds like a plan."

I had another twenty minutes invested in a new aching hard-on, when I got the call. She squealed in joy, grabbed my phone, and held it to my ear. I really wished she'd free my hands.

"Hello?"

"She's out for the count. I'm about to tie her down. You want her naked or not?"

"Naked. Definitely naked. I was."

"Alright. She'll probably be out of it for a while. I think we should wait for morning. We could both get a good night's sleep. Make sure she's not groggy or anything. What do you think?"

"Sounds great."

"Come home, Marty. I'll give you a little taste tonight, but that's all. We'll save something for the big event."

"I'll be there in half-an-hour. You're the best, Amy."

I heard her giggle. "You should know. See ya soon."

"Soon. Bye."

Debbie hung up the phone, and started working on releasing my hands. "Tomorrow morning. Give me a call before you start, so I can start my preparations. Another call when you're ready for me."

"You got it."

Less than an hour later, I was checking in on Sheri. Naked and stretched out on the bed, dead to the world. "What did you give her?"

"Lot's of booze, and a couple of sleeping pills. She'll be well rested. We'll probably have to get some aspirin and a quart of water into her before show-time. We don't want her to miss anything."

"Sounds good."

"Having second thoughts? It's not too late to call it off. You can just walk away."

"She could have, but she didn't, did she? She couldn't let it go. She had to humiliate me and make my life hell at home and at work. At least hers will be private. No, I need to do this."

Amy sighed. "I had to ask. Man, she's gonna be pissed at me. She really is sorry, you know. She's trying to figure out how to make it up to you. Mend things."

"You don't have to do it. I can find someone else."

"No way. It's bad enough with me. She wouldn't want a stranger involved, witnessing her shame. I'll be the one. Let's go to bed. You can give me a preview of what you have planned. I'm sure a good night's rest will give you plenty of recovery time."

The preview was very nice. I remembered how good our one time had been. Amy was a wild woman, and rode me to a wonderful release, after several minutes of an exceptional blowjob. When I finally came for her, she'd already had two spectacular orgasms of her own. I felt pretty good about that.

"One more? Or save it for tomorrow?" she asked, lying on my chest, kissing my neck and shoulder.

"Let's save it. Not that I don't want to go again, but I want to be in top form in the morning."

"Works for me." She got out of bed, and cleaned up, tossing me a warm washcloth. We changed the sheets, and cuddled in the bed. 

"It's kind of sad, isn't it? This is the end," she said softly.

"No, it was over when she fucked that asshole on top of me. This is just cleaning up loose ends. After this we'll both be able to move on with our lives. I loved her, and would have put up with a lot. I was even willing to get past the blowjobs, but she went too far. Way too fucking far."

She snuggled into me. "I know. Still, it makes me sad. You won't be my brother anymore. You won't be family. What's going to happen to us?"

"As much as we want. Once it's over," I said.

I had a breast in my hand, and a nice bare butt pressing up against me, as I fell asleep, feeling pretty good about things for the first time in a while.

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To Be Continued . . .



Escalation Ch. 03



Serial Payback gets WAY out of hand. 

An original story. Chapter 3 of 4.

I know that I usually write story continuations, but there's been enough clamoring, comments and emails encouraging me to write my own, that I figured I'd offer up a few. I don't think the trolls will care one way or the other.

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From Chapter 2:

"One more? Or save it for tomorrow?" she asked, lying on my chest, kissing my neck and shoulder.

"Let's save it. Not that I don't want to go again, but I want to be in top form in the morning."

"Works for me." She got out of bed, and cleaned up, tossing me a warm washcloth. We changed the sheets, and cuddled in the bed. 

"It's kind of sad, isn't it? This is the end," she said softly.

"No, it was over when she fucked that asshole on top of me. This is just cleaning up loose ends. After this we'll both be able to move on with our lives. I loved her, and would have put up with a lot. I was even willing to get past the blowjobs, but she went too far. Way too fucking far."

She snuggled into me. "I know. Still, it makes me sad. You won't be my brother anymore. You won't be family. What's going to happen to us?"

"As much as we want. Once it's over," I said.

I had a breast in my hand, and a nice bare butt pressing up against me, as I fell asleep, feeling pretty good about things for the first time in a while.

I woke to familiar yelling. Amy gave me a sleepy push. "You deal with her," she mumbled.

I rolled out of bed, and pulled on my boxers. It must have been out of habit, I certainly wasn't concerned with her seeing me naked. Entering the bedroom, Sheri was yelling again. "Shut up, Sheri."

She glared at me in surprise. "What the fuck is going on, Marty?"

"What do you think? Does this remind you of anything, my dear, loving, faithful wife?'

"This isn't funny. I demand you untie me now, before I get any more pissed off. And where the hell is my sister? I can't believe she did this to me!"

I laughed at her. "I don't think you're in a position to demand anything. And your sister is still in bed. Now will you just shut up? If you will, I won't gag you, and I'll get you some water and aspirin. I imagine you have a bit of a hangover."

"Don't do this, Marty. We were going to talk, remember? Things were just getting better."

"No, things were not getting better. They're not going to. Not until I'm free of you, once and for all. You went too far, way too far, and now we're done. Do you want the aspirin or not?"

I could tell she wanted to start in again, so I opened the drawer beside the bed, and pulled out the ball gag. 

"Water. I'll have the water and aspirin, please."

I took my time getting her the water and aspirin, turning on the coffee, and downing a bottle of water myself. I was feeling a little dehydrated, after the activities of the night before. I propped a couple of pillows behind her head, placed the aspirin on her tongue, and held the bottled water to her mouth. I encouraged her to drink as much as she could.

"Let's give that some time to work. I'm going to take a shower."

"Stop this, Marty, please. I'm sorry I did what I did. I didn't want to. You know I didn't. That guy disgusted me. He was the most useless sex partner in the world. Let's put this behind us, and we can move on. I promise I'll never do anything like that again."

"Your promises aren't worth shit, Sheri. And we are moving on. Now will you shut up, and stay quiet, or do I have to gag you before I shower?"

"Why are you doing this?" she whined.

I sighed and went for the gag.

"No! I'm sorry. I'll be quiet."

The shower felt good. Amy sliding under the water with me felt even better. "How's my idiot sister doing?" she asked, taking a sponge to my back.

"Surprisingly subdued. I gave her some aspirin. She keeps trying to talk me out of it."

"You might consider it. She knows now. She knows what it's like to be helpless. Her mind is probably going haywire, wondering about what you're going to do."

"No. She doesn't know, she can't understand, until she experiences what I did. I won't insult her like she did to me, but she gets to see me have sex with you, on the same bed, while she's tied down. Then we'll be even, and I can move on. It's that, or I destroy her. Which would you prefer?" I said.

She leaned against me, her slippery skin soft against mine. "Whichever ends up with that big juicy cock of yours inside me, of course."

We finished cleaning up, and she had me hard before we left the shower. "Shave and make yourself presentable. I want to talk to her a bit, if that's okay? When this is all over, you get to move on, but she's still my sister. I have to show her this is the best way."

"Go right ahead. Let me know when you're ready for me."

She performed a little personal hygiene first. Brushing her teeth, gargling, putting on some antiperspirant, which I imagined wouldn't help much. She even put on makeup. She looked in the mirror, examining herself. When she was content with the image, she turned back to me. "Do me a favor, lover? Clean up down there," she nodded toward my crotch. "You don't have to shave everything, but clean it up. It'll be a nice surprise for her, and for me, since I plan to spend a long time in that area."

What the hell, it gave me something to do while she was off doing her thing. Then I remembered I needed to make a call. I popped into the bedroom, where they were talking, or at least Amy was talking. "Ignore me, I'll be out of your hair in a second." I grabbed my phone from the guest room, and headed back to the master bath. Thirty seconds later I was on the phone to Debbie, letting her know all systems were go, and phase one was starting.

"Call me when it's my time," she said, and I could hear the excitement in her voice.

"I'll do that."

I remembered I had two sample packs of Viagra somewhere in one of my drawers. My urologist had given them to me, asking me if I was interested. The pharmaceutical sales people must make it worth his while. I wasn't even 30 years old, for Christ's sake. I popped one, and waited for my summons.

I didn't wait long. Amy came in and gave me a hug. "This is going to be hard on her," she said.

"You think it wasn't hard on me?"

"No. I know it was. Otherwise we wouldn't be here, would we? I was just saying. That's all. We agreed that I should gag her, so you don't have to worry about that. Please don't be too mean to her. Make love to me, make it good. Remind her of what she's losing, but that's all."

I enjoyed myself. I got an extended blowjob, then put Amy across her sister, perpendicular, on her hands and knees, and fucked her good. I couldn't help but get one little jab in, although I was trying to behave. "How's this compare to your 'real man,' Mark 'pencil dick' Anderson? Was the two minute fuck worth it?"

Amy looked over her shoulder and glared at me, but I slapped her ass, and pounded her. She moaned, lowering her head to the bed, grabbing the covers in her fists. It felt incredible to make her come on my cock, with my wife watching. If looks could kill . . .

I came not long after that, making a big production of it, then laid back on the bed, next to my evil wife. "Whew! That was sweet. Your sister is a hell of a good fuck."

Amy slapped my thigh. "Marty!"

"I'm sorry, but you are. I'm not trying to be mean, I swear. You're fucking great, Amy! Better than anything I got from the bitch in years, maybe ever."

She blushed, then moved back between my legs. "No more, or we stop."

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. I won't say any more."

She wiped me down with a washcloth, then spent several minutes getting me up for round two. While she did, I ran my hands over Sheri's naked body. It was too bad. We had a few good years. And at her best, she was at least as good as Amy, no matter what I'd said. Too bad she was a cruel, vindictive, sadistic, cheating bitch.

After that, I pretty much ignored my wife, and had a great time with Amy, fucking her all over the bed, in as many positions as I could think of. I was feeling good, and my stamina was out of sight. By the time I was ready to come, I'd brought her to several orgasms, and she was the one doing the trash talking.

"Damn, Sis," she gasped. "You let this get away?" she said, when I was taking her from behind again, her head next to my wife's.

Of course Sheri didn't answer. Gagged, remember?

I grunted my own release not much later, thoroughly sated. Amy rolled over on top of me. "How was that?" 

"Incredible. Thank you."

"Want me to release her?"

"No. I want to have some more time with her, and explain things. Maybe you should go, and let me handle things from here on out," I said.

She nodded. "Don't be too harsh. Just finish up and try to be civil, alright?"

I gave her a long slow kiss. "Civil. After today, we're all done."

"Thank you." She climbed off the bed, and hit the bathroom. Me, I hit the kitchen and made a call. "Thirty minutes?"

"You got it. You took long enough to call, I was worried you'd changed your mind," Debbie answered.

"Not a chance in hell. See you then."

I said goodbye to Amy at the door with a hug and a kiss. "I'll call you next week. She'll be served Monday. I'm giving her half of everything, the house and her car. I hope she accepts it, and we can move on."

"If she's still talking to me, I'll see what I can do to convince her."

I returned to the bedroom, and ungagged my wife. For once instead of looking angry, she looked sad. "I guess that's it. We're done," she said.

"Almost. Can I get you something to drink?"

"You're not going to untie me?"

"Not yet."

"I've got to pee. Bad," she said.

That was a problem. "Alright. I'm going to take your hands off the headboard, but I'm tying them back together. Don't fight me. It'll get ugly if you do."

I guess she believed me. I loosened one hand, and tied it to the other, before freeing that one from the headboard. I did the same with her feet, then carried her into the bathroom, where I sat her on the pot. 

"My sister, Marty?" she said.

"She can keep a secret. She didn't insult you. If anything, she was on your side, trying to minimize the damage. Not like picking my worst enemy, who took pictures, and spread word all over the office, humiliating me and making me a laughing stock."

"I was just so angry. You have to understand. I wasn't thinking straight."

"Bullshit! You planned it, I figured that much out. You took your time. You let me tie you up, to get me used to it. You made me trust you, and then you abused that trust. And you did it with a person you knew I hated. You let him take pictures, damn it!" 

"I didn't let him. I didn't know he was going to do that," she argued, as she wiped herself.

I picked her up and put her down on the bed. She resisted a little as I tied her hands to the headboard, together, before separating her legs and tying them down. "Why not just let me go? You had your revenge."

"Something to drink? Why don't I get you a vodka and orange?" I suggested.

She looked at me with concern. "You're not done yet, are you? You gonna take your turn now?"

I didn't respond, except to go to the kitchen and make her a stiff drink. I returned to the bedroom, and she drank it quickly. I guess she suspected she'd need it. She even accepted the gag without a fight. I had only been done getting her ready for a couple of minutes, when the doorbell rang. I left without an explanation, put on my robe, and went to let Debbie in. 

She moved into my arms, and we kissed. "Anything left for me?" she asked, with a teasing grin.

"No doubt." Hell, I was half hard already, thanks to modern chemistry.

"Good." She opened her coat to show me she was wearing nothing but thigh-highs, tiny pink panties, and a matching pink bra, made mostly of lace. I gave her a nice long wolf-whistle.

"You like?"

"Damn, woman. You look good enough to eat."

"I was hoping you'd say that. As I recall, you were pretty good at that."

In the bedroom, I was surprised when she went directly to my wife, leaning over her. "Hi, Sheri. I just wanted to say thanks for throwing him back. I made that mistake once, and I kicked myself in the ass for years. I know this is going to be painful, and I imagine that years from now you'll have the same regrets I did. He needs to do this for his own sanity. I'm not going to torture you over this, but I'm gonna have a great time." Then she leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sorry. But if this is what it takes for me to get first dibs in, I'm gonna do it."

And she did it. We did it. I don't know if it was the situation, or my little blue helper, but I couldn't get enough of her. We went at it like crazed minks, always staying near Sheri. Debbie was a wild woman, and would constantly interrupt the fucking to suck me for a while. I went down on her a few times, getting her off nicely. Once I came for her, we took a shower break. She surprised me again by getting a warm washcloth and wiping Sheri down. I almost stopped Debbie when she ungagged my wife.

"That can't be comfortable. Want me to take it out?" she asked.

Sheri nodded, and Debbie wiped her face. "What can I do to make you comfortable?"

"You could stop fucking my husband," Sheri snapped.

"Other than that. Besides, you can't possibly care. Not after what you did to him," Debbie said.

Sheri sighed. "I'm starving."

"How about a sandwich? I think we could all use something to eat," Debbie suggested.

We had a little picnic on the bed, and it was actually fun, feeding Sheri and each other. We had a couple of drinks, loosening up. By the time we were done, it was getting a little crazy. We were actually teasing my wife, playing with her tits, rubbing between her legs, driving her nuts. Debbie even found a blindfold for her, said it would enhance the experience.

Debbie laid down next to her, squeezing Sheri's breast. "We're gonna start soon. Want us to take care of you first? It seems like you're pretty worked up."

Sheri shook her head. "I'm nothing of the sort. This disgusts me!"

Debbie laughed. "You're leaking like crazy. There's a puddle between your legs. Let us get you off. I won't feel so bad about it then."

"I hope you're kidding," Sheri said.

"Want to suck him? Fuck him? This is probably your last chance."

"Debbie, don't," I said.

"C'mon Marty. One last one for old time's sake. You said it yourself, she gave you four good years before everything went south. You loved her once. Let's do her." She crawled over and started sucking my cock.

"If you don't want me to, Sheri, say so."

She just lay there. "Do what you want. It's not like I have any say in it. I'm fucking tied down."

Damn. She wanted it. I never would have believed that. I eased my cock out of Debbie's generous mouth, and knelt down beside my wife's head. I didn't say anything, I simply pressed the head of my cock to her mouth. She opened up, and moved forward sucking my cock. She sighed sadly, then started working her tongue. I heard a soft moan escape her.

I looked down the bed, and found Debbie had her hand between my wife's legs, teasing her, getting her ready. "She's soaked, Marty. C'mon down here and fuck her brains out."

We loosened her leg bindings, and I pressed my cock against her dripping opening. One last time, I thought.

I eased inside of that familiar pussy, and started a nice slow fucking. Debbie wasn't idle, untying one of Sheri's legs to make her more accessible. She'd manage to keep her panties and thigh-highs on, but she stripped for us, then laid down beside my wife, playing with her tits, whispering in her ear. Sheri's hips were active, fucking back at me. I fucked her harder, putting her on her side, pounding at her. I looked up and moaned when I saw Debbie kissing her, then moving down to suck her tits.

Frustrated by my own limitations, I untied Sheri's second leg, and went at her. It took about five minutes, but she was advertising her oncoming orgasm long before that. Once I got her going, she screamed out her pleasure, her whole body jerking beautifully. 

"How you doing?" Debbie asked me.

"Not even close. I'm feeling pretty damn good."

"Mmm. How about some for me, handsome? Then we'll give her another little taste, before you take my ass."

That's what we did. I took Debbie while she was on her hands and knees on top of my wife, their faces occasionally connected at the lips. When she came for me, she insisted I give Sheri a turn. She stayed on top of her, while I lifted my wife's legs, and pounded her pussy a while. Debbie worked a hand between us, playing with Sheri's clit while I took her. She had another huge orgasm, and Debbie gave her a kiss, then rose up on her knees. "My turn. You know where I want it. Be gentle."

I got the lube, and found she'd already prepared herself pretty well. Two fingers entered her easily. I added more lube for her, then covered my cock as well. I lined my cock up with her glistening starfish, and pushed him home. It took a couple of tries, but she opened for me, and I wormed my way inside.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Wonderful. Slowly, alright? Just a little at a time. Stop if I say so," Debbie instructed me.

For a couple of minutes she didn't get more than a couple of inches. It looked sexy as hell. I could get used to that.

"Damn, he feels huge in my ass. You two ever do this?" I heard Debbie ask Sheri.

"No."

"Why not?"

Sheri sighed. "I figured it would hurt."

"It does. God, such a sweet hurting," Debbie moaned.

I stopped. "You alright?"

"I'm perfect. I'm yours baby. Take my ass. Give me a little more. I want you to own it before we're through."

I went back to stroking into her, working a little more diligently, getting deeper, moving a little faster.

"He cheated on me, with my sister," Sheri said softly.

"Yeah. That was fucked up. But you shouldn't have given those guys from his work blowjobs. You cheated first."

"But I thought he went out and got laid. He made me think he did," Sheri whined.

"Easy, baby," Debbie moaned. I guess I was getting a little too aggressive. I pulled out and added more lube, then went back to fucking her tight ass.

"He didn't. You should have talked to him. I can't believe he ever forgave you for that," Debbie said, groaning when I went a little too deep, to soon.

"I don't want a divorce," Sheri said.

"Not even now?" Debbie sounded surprised.

"No."

I heard a big sigh from Debbie, and she laid down on my wife, making me adjust to keep getting at that cherry ass. It took a little maneuvering, but I was eventually fucking down into her, pressing her body into Sheri's, fucking her with my entire length. 

It felt incredible, and it got to the point where I couldn't hold out anymore. Both women were silent except for the occasional moan. 

"God you've got a sweet ass, Deb. Gonna fill it," I groaned.

"Do it. Come in my virgin ass, Marty. Give it to me."

I grunted through my finish, pumping what little I had left into her, before finally pulling out. I laid down beside them exhausted.

Debbie eased off of Sheri, still half-laying on her. "You done with your payback?" Debbie asked.

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. My cock was never going to be the same, poor guy.

"If I untie you, are you going to go crazy on us?" Debbie asked Sheri.

"No, I'm fine," Sheri said.

Debbie pulled Sheri's mask off, and I could see the tears in her eyes. Debbie looked up at me. "Apologize to her."

"What?"

"You heard me. That was cruel. You made me believe you two were done, that she hated you. The woman loves you and you did this to her? That was harsh."




Escalation Ch. 03



Alison could hardly breathe. Her body felt like it was burning up from the inside, engulfed by crippling orgasms every few minutes. As the tenth man sunk his cock into her, she whimpered, feeling the familiar pleasure rising within her yet again as he pounded her stretched pussy. She felt like every nerve ending was burned out, yet she surprised herself over and over by finding the energy to keep on cumming, frazzling them all once more.

Her womb felt bloated, so much cum having been pumped in there. Yet she still, even now, yearned for more, ached for more sperm to be dumped inside her. She'd been fucked in so many positions, on her back, front, knees, in the air and more. She was totally exhausted yet every fresh cock awoke the lust in her, driving her to new heights of pleasure.

Jane watched still, her own pussy desperate for cock yet she didn't give in, wanting her friend to have all ten men for herself. She'd get her own satisfaction later and from drinking the cum out of Alison's loose cunt. She had, admittedly, expected to get involved at some point. She never thought her friend would go the distance with all ten men. Seeing Alison writhing yet again as a fresh orgasm blasted through her lithe frame filled Jane with pride. Knowing she'd created a monster, a slut for black cock, was a great thing for Jane. She'd converted other women (and even men) before, but never had she seen such a transformation so quickly. It was a joy to behold.

The final man, having waited so long, didn't last long, fucking his pent-up load deep into Alison's cum-filled uterus. She screamed as her final climax erupted, mere seconds after the one before. She screamed and screamed before collapsing backwards, utterly spent. The man pulled out and Jane almost threw herself between Alison's legs, devouring her stretched cunt and the cum spilling out of it in a river.

Alison was barely conscious, little groans coming from her as Jane feverishly lapped and sucked at the vagina. All she wanted to do was sleep, but she knew, deep down, how much Jane loved to eat cum out of other women, so she happily let her continue until she had finished.

Jane licked her lips. "Fuck, I love the taste of cum," she murmured. "Come on, missy, let's get you home."

Two of the men helped Jane geet Alison to her feet and they got her out to the lobby, into her coat and finally into a taxi, Jane riding with her. At home, Terry was waiting anxiously again. As Jane stepped into the house with Alison's arm across her shoulder, barely managing to hold her up, Terry rushed to help.

"Oh my... what's wrong with her?" he said frantically.

"She's completely fucked out," Jane said, not mincing words. "She's just had hot, steamy sex with ten hung black studs and she needs to sleep. Help her to bed, I've got to go get my own cunt filled with black cock. Bye! Oh, tell her I'll call in the morning about her next fuck session."

Terry was shocked, but did as he was told. Alison collapsed on the bed and didn't wake until 2pm the next day. When she did, Terry couldn't wait to ask her what had happened the night before. Alison just smiled wistfully.

"Heaven happened," she said, a dreamy grin on her face. "Heaven is a room full of men with big dicks."

Terry didn't really know how to respond to this. On the one hand, he was pleased his wife had embraced her slutty side, but this was all moving too quickly for him. What's more, he'd not actually seen his wife taking these other men, which was the whole point of the exercise for him. He felt like he'd opened the door for his wife and then had it shut in his face. He wasn't sure if he wanted this to continue.

"I think we need to talk about this, Ali," he said, cautiously. She just looked at him and nodded.

"Let me get up and get ready, then yes, I think we do need to talk," she sighed.

An hour later, Terry watched his wife sit down next to him on the sofa. Off went the TV and he focused fully on her.

"Ok, last night was... the best night of my life. I had sex with ten black men and it was just... words can' describe how amazing it was. And I know it was just a straight gang-bang, ten cocks in my pussy. In the future, my ass, both of my holes, whatever... it's all up for grabs and I know it'll get better and better. Still, it was amazing and I want to do it again and again."

"Don't you think this is going too fast? I mean, two weeks ago you were against the idea and now... now you're fucking ten men in one session!"

"I know," she said, her eyes dipping downwards. "But I'm not ashamed, I'm not sorry it's happening. I was wrong, so wrong, to deny myself this for so long. I just think about how different our lives might be if I'd known I could feel like this... and how it makes me love you more for pushing me to do it."

"But... maybe we should stop, it's going too far for me, I..."

Alison's anger was immediate and obvious. "What? You can't... I thought you wanted me like this? You can't just open me up to all this new ... these new feelings and then expect me to go back to the way it was. You've got to accept it, I'm a slut and I will never, ever deny myself pleasure again. You can either accept it and embrace it or... fuck, I don't know, just don't push me on this. Please."

"But..." Terry started, but he couldn't get the words out. She was right. He'd wanted this, he needed to either let it run its course or help his wife, support her in her new adventures. "Ok, but I just want to be more involved. Yesterday I didn't know where you were, what was going on... I'd have loved to see you with so many men, but when I'm not involved, it feels like you're drifting from me. That's not what I want at all, I wanted this to bring us together."

Alison bit her lip and nodded. She didn't want to lose him, but she'd be damned if she was going back to her vanilla lifestyle.

"I think I need some kind of commitment, a show of dedication from you that you'll keep your word and not interfere. You have to prove yourself worthy of being a cuckold... I think there's only one way to do it..."

Terry wasn't sure he liked where this was going, but he nodded anyway.

"You've got to get on your knees and suck a big, juicy cock while I watch," she said. "And drink the cum."

Terry's eyes shot open and he felt his heart skip a beat. "You're... serious?"

Alison nodded, completely sure of herself. "Don't pretend you haven't thought about it. I've done my reading, I know a big part of the cuck psyche is the worship of superior penises. I'm just doing what you did for me - helping to open the mind up to new experiences. As you're not going to satisfy me sexually at all anymore, this will be your outlet. Watching me get fucked, wanking yourself and sucking dicks that will soon be inside me... or have just been inside me. Whatever."

"But... I'm not gay. Men just... are not attractive at all. I don't even like men most of the time."

"I understand, but this isn't men, this is the cock, the penis, something attached to a man but almost a separate entity. Worship the cock, not who it is connected to. It's like what I'm doing - fucking the dicks, not the men. If I fucked the men, our marriage would be threatened. It's not love, it's pure animal sex and that's just the cock. So... will you do it?"

Terry didn't answer straight away. How could he? He'd heard people at his workplace, in the pub and so on, making fun of gay people. Cocksuckers, the usual. He'd laughed along, but had always felt uncomfortable doing so. Alison was right - he was attracted to big dicks in porn and part of the reason for getting her into this lifestyle was to experience large penises vicariously through her. This turn of events had surprised him and he couldn't decide whether he was turned on by the idea of sucking a fat cock or repulsed by it. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like. The throbbing stick of flesh, the cum oozing out of it... fuck, he was horny.

"Yes, I'll do it," he said, confidently. "I'll suck as many cocks as you want me to suck."

"Wonderful!" Alison beamed. "Hey, how about we go to the club tonight and do a blowbang together?"

"Er, ok, I think... I was kind of hoping to ease into it," Terry said, nervously. "But fuck it, what the hell."

The pair spent a relaxing day together, eagerly discussing the future, how they saw it progressing. It was a wonderful day, both of them feeling a renewed love for each other, a contentment they hadn't felt for a while. They were closer than ever and, when they both stepped into the private room at the club for the first time, they felt whole.

Terry was nervous, of course. He'd never expected to ever have to do anything like this, but Alison was there, soothing him, giving him some tips, telling him to relax, enjoy it. The door opened and in came a group of men. There were no words, just the sound of unzipping flies and the dropping of trousers to the floor. Underwear elastic stretched to breaking point by the prodigious lengths struggling to break free. One by one the men removed their briefs, unleashing the enormous snakes from their prisons.

"Holy fuck..." Terry said as one bobbed inches from his face, a thick, white cock at least 9 inches in length. Without thinking, Terry reached for it.

"Go on, honey," Alison urged, two cocks already in her hands. "Suck it."

Tery, slowly, wrapped his mouth around the bulbous head. Pre-cum oozed out and he savoured it on his tongue. With a pop, he removed the head and murmured, "It's wonderful, tastes so good."

Sliding it back in, he worked the shaft with his hand, knowing just how to pleasure the man. He knew how he liked it, so it stood to reason it would be good for the man too. Terry's mind focused entirely on the penis, stroking it with his hand, sucking greedily on the oozing tip. other hand massaging the heavy balls. His mind filled with filthy thoughts of how much sperm was boiling away in there, ready to be unleashed. He desperately wanted it to fill his mouth, to guzzle it down into his belly, so he worked the cock harder, faster.

The man groaned and Terry felt him tense up, the cock in his mouth swelling. Then it happened. Jets of hot, creamy cum spurted from the tip and Terry greedily fed himself. He refused to let a drop pass his lips, his throat working hard to make sure it took every single bit of the cum.

Finally, the cock slipped out, Terry gasping.

"Next!" he said, laughing. "I want another big cock in my mouth!"

Alison looked over at her husband as she worked both of the cocks she held. A surge of pride at how he had embraced his sissy side filled her and she redoubled her efforts at bringing forth her own cum prize. This time she urged them to cover her face with their seed instead of pumping it down her throat. She cried out with joy as blast after blast of sperm cascaded onto her, the warmth of dripping down onto her naked body just felt so good.

"Just wank over on me!" she yelled, surrounded now by men. More had flooded into the room, Terry servicing one at a time while the rest crowded around his wife, splattering her with their seed. Every set of balls drained caused her to cry out, every blast of cum onto her greeted with a big smile and a laugh.

Her eyes were stuck together with cum so she didn't know how many men were still waiting, but she kept hearing the door open and close, so more must be appearing all the time. She felt covered by spunk, her face a lake of it, dripping over onto her shoulders and breasts. She wanted to be completely covered so she lay down on her back on the floor.

"Cover me with fucking cum!" she said. The feeling of the cum raining down on her from higher up was wonderful and she felt it landing everywhere on her. She spread it all over her stomach, almost bathing herself in it and still it rained down. Soon there wasn't an inch of her that wasn't covered and still the door kept opening. She was in Heaven.

She'd lost track of time but finally, after what must have been a hundred or so loads dumped onto her, the door had stopped opening. Terry's voice broke the silence.

"Holy fuck, Alison," he said. "You are... just awesome."

She smiled, licking her lips and tasting the cum there.

"I want an orgasm," she said. "Eat my cunt out."

Terry didn't hesitate, lying between her legs and lapping at her spunk-covered pussy. She climaxed within seconds, her sperm-covered body trembling with ecstasy.

"I think I need a shower," she sighed as she came down from her orgasmic high. Terry, dressed now in the corner of the room, merely chuckled, nodding his head in agreement.

"Much as I love you looking like that, it's pretty... funky in here now."

There was no en-suite shower, so Alison had to walk across the club floor to where Jane had pointed one out the other night. Alison smirked as all eyes followed her across the room, Terry in tow carrying her clothes. Later, at home, they discussed the events of that night.

"I'm ready for anal now, I think," Alison said. "I want you to help me prepare, get some butt plugs online, some lube, that sort of thing. By next week I want to completely ready to get fucked up the ass by some big cocks. You suck 'em, I'll fuck 'em. We'll make a good team."

"I think so too," Terry said.

"Now," Alison said, "how about I give you a suck for all your hard work today?"

"I think I'd like that," Terry said, smiling.



Escalation Ch. 03



"She did worse to me. She insulted me the whole time. They took fucking pictures and mailed them out to everyone I work with," I snapped. I couldn't believe what she was saying.

"She did, and that was a terrible thing to do. She got fucked for all of five minutes, and hated every minute of it, as her revenge. You spent hours with two women, enjoying the hell out of it. That was even crueler. Apologize, or anything we have going is done before it even started."

I looked over at Sheri, and watched the tears run down her cheeks. "I had to," I said.

She nodded. "I know. I . . . I'm sorry I made you like this."

I turned on my side, gazing into her face. "You destroyed me. Broke my heart. I could never trust you again, after you betrayed me like that."

She nodded. "Believe me, Marty. I understand."

My anger was missing. I don't know why. I felt tears welling up in my own eyes. "We had some good years, didn't we?"

She nodded, and I saw her lips trembling. 

"Do you have any idea how much I loved you?" I said.

"Me too. I don't know how we got here. I wish to God it never happened," she said, the tears flowing freely down her face.

"Me too, beautiful. Me too." I leaned over and kissed her softly. "I'm sorry. You'll get the papers Monday. It's fifty-fifty, and you're getting the house and your car."

"One more chance?" she asked.

"I can't. I'll never know when you're going to blow up again. I could never fall asleep beside you, not knowing what you were going to do to me. I can't trust you. I can't."

"We really messed this up, didn't we?" she said.

"Yeah, we did. I'm sorry. I never meant it to go this far. I don't think either of us did, but it happened, and we can't take it back."

Debbie had untied her arms, and Sheri rolled into me, wrapping her arms around me. "We could try. It doesn't have to end like this."

I held her, remembering our early days, for the moment capable of ignoring what she'd done to me. But I knew that wouldn't last. The first time we had harsh words it would all come back. We were done. I'd miss her, the girl she was at that moment, the girl I'd married. The girl of my dreams for four years. Not the woman I existed with for most of the last year.

Debbie leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, then gave Sheri one. "I'm leaving. You two need to talk. Call me Marty, when you're ready."

"I will." I let her leave, holding Sheri, my wife, who needed me then. One last time.

"She's nice," Sheri said. "I want to hate her for stealing you away. But she didn't, did she?"

"No. Just like you didn't all those years ago," I said.

"Like I didn't?"

"She was my girlfriend before you. She even came to look for me after she broke up with her guy. She said you chased her away and threatened her."

I felt her stiffen up. "God, I forgot all about that. I wasn't about to let her get her foot back in the door. As I recall, she hurt you pretty bad. That's who you turned to?"

My hand was rubbing her back, and I kissed her. "Yeah. It was painful, but she did it right. We weren't engaged or anything, just dating. She met another guy, and didn't play games. She was straight up with me, and broke it off before going to him. It hurt, but I've learned to appreciate how she did it. I guess I respect her for that."

She was quiet. We both were, laying there, lost in our thoughts. "What do we do now?" she finally said.

"I'll find a place. You'll get the papers on Monday. I . . . I was feeling vindictive, and hid a lot of money. I'm sorry about that. I'll give you your share. It should help. It'll be about eighty thousand all told. You get the house and your car. I filed on irreconcilable differences."

She chuckled. "Make it seventy-two thousand. I hid some money too. Not as good as you, obviously. Where the hell did you get that kind of money?"

She whimpered, when I sat up. But all I did was pull the covers over us; it was getting cold. I took her back in my arms, and let her kiss me. "I refinanced the house. I figured the down payment was my money from before we got married, and I wanted it back. The payments are actually lower by forty dollars, but it's got a full thirty year mortgage."

Her leg was between mine, and she was rubbing against me. I couldn't believe it, but it was starting to have an effect on me. I guess I had the miracle of modern science to thank for that.

"If you want to keep some extra, I'll understand," she said.

"No. Let's start even. You're gonna have to get a full-time job. We weren't together long enough for alimony. I'll make two more payments on the house but then you're on your own. You might want to get a roommate."

She poked me. "Don't even say it. I know what you're thinking. That guy's a total ass."

"Why him of all people, Sheri? That was the straw that broke the camel's back. You know I hated him. I fucking work with the guy. I'm probably going to have to find a new job, maybe even move away. You destroyed me in the office."

She sighed, leaning into me. "I wanted to hurt you. I knew he'd do me, he made that clear enough. I wanted you to feel my pain."

"Well, you managed that."

She rose up and kissed me, long and deep. "Let's not talk about it, alright. I'm sorry. Let's remember our good days. They were pretty good, weren't they?"

That's what we did. We talked, remembering. We got out our albums, and looked at the pictures, recalling what we once had. We made love, long and slow, then had dinner ordered in. We returned to bed, still talking, like we hadn't in years. We showered together, and I kissed her good night, and told her I was going to sleep in the guest bedroom.

"Tie me up," she said.

"Do what?"

"Tie my hands to the headboard. You say you can't trust me, you can't fall asleep beside me, afraid of what I'll do. Tie me up and stay with me. Please?"

As weird as it sounds, I did. I tied her hands together over her head. I cuddled up to her, fondling and caressing her body, until I fell asleep. I woke in the night, and took her. It wasn't gentle. I just needed to have her again, and I did. It was hot and passionate, and I felt great as I fell asleep with her.

I woke to her laying half on top of me, her leg between mine, rubbing me. I was hard and when I looked over at her, she was smiling. "I'm awfully helpless over here. If you wanted to ravage me, there's nothing I could do about it," she said.

I had her suck me, then fucked her. After I fucked her hard, I untied her hands, and we made love. We showered together, and never said a word about what the following day would bring. We acted like it was a normal day. A day from early in our marriage. She cooked our meals, and I gave her car the once over. There were a couple of things I wanted to do around the house, and when I finished, I found her separating the pictures in our albums into two piles, tears rolling down her face. We didn't talk about it, but I helped her put the new albums together, then took her to bed. Afterward I packed my tools in the garage, leaving her a few, and all the gardening stuff. I figured I wouldn't need them in an apartment.

We dressed and went out to dinner. We danced for about an hour, then returned home where I undressed her. I took her to bed, and went down on her, ignoring her pleas, and made her come for me, repeatedly. She gave me a loving blowjob, to completion, and swallowed, for only the fourth time in our marriage. The first was after she blew those bastards I worked with. They'd get theirs.

We knew it was our last time, and the loving was intense, passionate, and sad. Afterward she cried in my arms, until we both fell asleep. I didn't even tie her down.

In the morning, we didn't talk about it. It was over. We both knew it. I gave her a kiss goodbye at the door, and I left. I looked back and she was standing in the doorway watching me as I pulled out of the driveway and drove off. 

~ * ~ * ~

The meeting with the CEO was a mixed bag. Anderson was fired. Eric, Jack and my boss were written up, the first two given leave without pay for the week. Diane in HR got written up. That was the good news. The bad news was he suggested I might prefer to work somewhere else. He offered to give me an outstanding review, and a six-month package if I'd resign. When I balked, he made it a year. It sounded like the best deal I was going to get, and I accepted. I had to go to the office and sign a boat-load of papers, saying I wouldn't sue them, and it was late afternoon before I walked out with the box of my belongings. That and a check for a year's salary and almost three weeks of saved vacation.

I knew Sheri had been served around lunch time, and was surprised I hadn't heard from her. I'd received a call from Amy, but wasn't prepared to talk to her yet. I was still in somewhat of a daze. I did stop by one of my banks and emptied that account, taking out sixty-five thousand dollars. If she had signed the papers, I'd give her that.

She wasn't getting any of my severance pay. It was her fault, anyway.

I decided to stop by the house, and pick up my things, starting the process of moving out. I figured I'd take the guest room bed for now, some kitchen items and my stuff from the study. I'd still need to get a few more things. 

There was a car in the driveway, and the street was pretty crowded, but I guess I was still pretty out of it, after the day I'd had. That's why what I found when I entered the house was such a surprise.

It took a few seconds for me to realize it was my wife in the middle of those naked bodies, surrounded by three men. Once my brain accepted what I was seeing, I pulled out my smartphone and started recording. They never even noticed my presence. They were all too busy making my loving wife airtight.

I guess I shouldn't have cared, we were done, but it angered me. I backed out of the house quietly and returned to my car, digging out my good video camera. I wanted incontrovertible evidence, in high def. Not against her; the wives of Eric and Jack would be getting a nice little surprise.

I carefully opened the door, the recorder running, and recorded the gangbang. She was sucking Anderson's cock, when he finally looked up and saw what I was doing. The idiot smirked. "Thanks for the slut," he sneered.

He might have been single, but the other two weren't. "You're welcome to her. Smile for the camera guys."

By then Eric had realized what was going on. He was the one with his dick up my wife's ass. The ass she'd denied me. Bitch. He pulled out with a roar and came running toward me.

I backed out of the door, and probably would have made my get away clean, if my old boss Thompson hadn't been walking up the path. I guess three wasn't enough for Sheri.

I ran into him, stumbling and it was enough to ruin my escape.

~ * ~ * ~

I woke in the hospital room, and it took a few seconds for me to get my bearings. I hurt all over. My ribs and arm were the worst. 

"Marty?"

I turned to the voice, and my traitorous wife was there. I couldn't believe it. 

"Are you okay?" she asked, and I realized she was holding my hand. I pulled it away.

"Really?"

She blushed. "Why did you have to take pictures, Marty?"

"One last memory of why I divorced you, you fucking whore. You couldn't leave it alone, could you?"

"Don't blame this on me. You're the one that divorced me. I didn't want it. I told you that."

Now that sounded like the Sheri I knew and hated. "So you thought you'd have a gangbang, and make your lovers kick my ass."

"That wasn't supposed to happen. Why the fuck did you have to take pictures? They destroyed your camera. All it got you was a beating."

"Run, Sheri."

"Run?"

"Run. As far and fast as you can. When I get out, I'm gonna kill you. Kill all of you."

"Don't be a drama queen, Marty. We're getting divorced. You got your wish. It's over."

"I'm not kidding Sheri. Next time I see you, I'm putting a bullet in your head. You'll be the lucky one. The others will suffer before they die."

She looked nervous. "Don't even think that way."

"I'm giving you one chance. Run. Hope that I never find you, because I'm coming looking. I swear to God, I'm going to kill you, before you kill me."

"I would never—"

"RUN! Run, you stupid bitch. This time you went too far. RUN!" I screamed.

A nurse showed up in the room, looking at us anxiously. "We can't have you getting upset."

"I want her out of here. She did this to me. Get her out, or I'll climb out of this bed and throw her out."

Sheri stood, and she was pale as a ghost. "I . . . I'm going."

"Far, I hope. For your sake."

"We'll talk," she said, working her way to the door.

"If we do, it'll be the last time you talk to anybody."

~ * ~ * ~

Of course their story was I attacked them. Walked in on them talking to my wife, supporting her after I'd surprised her with divorce papers. She supported their claim, according to the police. They weren't pressing charges against me. That was supposed to be the good news.

Amy showed up the next day. She took one look, and turned pale. I must have looked as bad as I felt. "What happened? Sheri won't say anything."

"I came home to get my stuff, and she was getting gangbanged by everyone she'd cheated with, right in front of the door. Three bastards making her airtight. They took offense to my presence, and gave me a beating I guess. I don't remember anything after the first blow from behind."

"That's impossible," Amy said. "She couldn't—"

"Have you learned nothing, Amy? She could. She did. I saw it. I filmed it. She went too far this time."

"Don't start that. You said that after what we did, it was over."

"It was. Until this. I'm going to destroy her. I'm going to give her a worse beating than I got. Then I'm going to make sure every one of the bastards who fucked me over gets the same. Everyone will end up in the hospital or in their grave, I promise."

"No. You're being ridiculous," she looked upset. Good. Maybe she could convince her sister to hide. I was going to enjoy hunting her down.

"Ridiculous? I'm in the hospital! She did that! She couldn't leave well enough alone. She's dead. They all are. I'm not going to let them do this again. No way. It's me or them. I choose them."

"Marty, listen to yourself. You're not going to kill anybody."

"She's probably got about a week. I'm going after those assholes first. Once I've dealt with them, I'm coming after her. I told her to run. You should convince her, because if I find her, she'll never do this to anybody else again."

"She's your wife, Marty. You love her. You were married five years. You're not going to hurt her," she said.

"Believe what you want. My life is in danger. They nearly killed me. Then they lied to the police, and she went along with it. They're not getting away with it."

"I know she didn't have anything to do with it. She wouldn't. If you want to get revenge against those guys, it'll probably just put you in jail. Leave her out of it, Marty. You've already hurt her enough."

"Read my lips, Amy. I'm coming after her. Nothing on this earth will stop me. She's gonna pay, and pay dearly. If you love your sister, find her someplace to hide, somewhere like Nepal, or Nigeria. Because when I find her, she'll never hurt me again. Ever."

"No, Marty. You need to leave her alone. I'm going to take care of you. Get you healthy. I'll help you forget about her. Trust me."

I laughed. "Amy, you're a great piece of ass, but you're not worth dying for. This is me or them. All of them. Tell her she's got a week. Next Tuesday, I'm coming for her. Tell her that."

She looked scared and confused. "I don't believe you. You couldn't. Not Sheri."

"I don't care if you believe me or not. For her sake, I hope she does. If not, it'll make my job easier. Even if she does run, I'll find her."

"Now you're talking crazy. What about your job? You can't just go running around the world—"

"No job. She took care of that too. I was forced to resign. I was too much of a distraction. It came down to getting rid of me, or all the guys she fucked around with. They chose to get rid of me. Another thing I owe her for."

"I . . . I can't believe that. They got rid of you, because of what she did?"

"Yeah. She had to cheat with three men from my office, didn't she? Fucking cunt. I'm gonna kill her, Amy. And I'm gonna laugh while I do it, and piss on her grave when I'm done. I'm homeless, without a job, in a hospital bed, thanks to that bitch. I owe her."

I guess she was finally starting to believe me. That was good, because I was 100% serious.

"You'll give her a week?"

"Next Tuesday at the earliest. Maybe a few more days, depending on how long it takes to get out of here and deal with the other three," I said.

"I have to try to stop you," she said.

"That's brave of you. Nothing's going to stop me. If you get in the way, you'll end up another casualty."

The look on her face was priceless. "You'd hurt me?"

"I wouldn't kill you unless I had to. But nothing is going to stop me. Nothing."

"You're scaring me, Marty. This isn't like you."

I laughed at her. "This is the new me, babe. The 'me' she created. Face it. I have no job, and nothing better to do with my time than to get payback. I've got enough money to last for years. I'm coming after her. After all of them. Even if they catch me and put me in jail, I'll get out someday and finish the job. First those three bastards, then her. And I'll piss on all their graves when I'm through."

"You've got to let this go. Look what all this revenge has gotten you so far. You're destroying your life. You're becoming a horrible person. I don't even know you anymore." She approached the side of my bed, taking my hand. "I know you're angry. I understand. This isn't the way, baby."

"One week Amy. And don't get in my way."

"Please—"

"One week."

She just stared at me for a while, and I glared back. I saw her shoulders slump. "Don't kill her. Hurt her if you have to but don't kill her."

"One week."

She had tears in her eyes when she finally left me alone.

~ * ~ * ~

Three cracked ribs, a concussion, a dislocated elbow on my left arm, and a lifetime's worth of bruises and contusions. That's what I got out of it. I had a sling for my arm, and my ribs were wrapped, but it still hurt to breath. I'd heal in time. 

I called Debbie. She came to visit me. I told her the story, but not all of my plans. I doubt she'd understand. She offered to let me stay with her, but I thought it best that I move into the little basement apartment I'd found. It was cheap, convenient, and under the radar. She helped me move in and we started keeping regular company. I wasn't in any shape for loving, but three days later I was feeling good enough to play around a little.

I was wrong about the week. It took me over a month. I wasn't going to be stupid about it. I couldn't afford to go to jail until I was done.

They might have broken my video camera, but nobody stopped to check on my phone. The video was good enough. Jack and Eric's wives got detailed video, the recorded apology from Eric, and the pictures of the blowjob, which might not have shown their faces, but confirmed the apology, and I was hoping that the wives might recognize the dicks of the men they were married to. It was a start.

I cashed my final payroll and severance check, and emptied my three accounts. It was a scary thing, holding over two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in cash. A bundle of hundreds is about an inch thick. Ten thousand dollars. I had twenty-five of them. Plus a bundle of 50's and a couple of twenties. I wore a money belt, an ankle wallet, a hidden inside the waistband wallet, and of course my regular wallet. I was carrying more than ten thousand dollars with me wherever I went. The rest I kept stashed in a dozen different places around the apartment.




Escalation Ch. 03



A three hour drive ended at a gun-show where I was able to buy a 9mm gun without registering it, for less than four hundred, plus another hundred dollars worth of rounds. A few hours at the gun range, and a couple of hundred dollars worth of instruction was enough to leave me convinced I could use it, as a last resort. A weekend flea-market visit rewarded me with four $60 stun guns and $40 telescoping batons. A nice ski mask was all of nine dollars. A beater car, purchased from a guy on Craigslist cost me $600. The plates from the long-term parking at the airport cost me $8 to get into the lot, and five minutes of my time.

It took three days to plant the GPS on Anderson's car, and another week of following to find him in a vulnerable place. The best thing about my position was that I had cash, I had time, and I was staying somewhere nobody would find me easily. 

Getting GPS's on the other two cars was easy. I knew where they worked, and what they drove.

It was almost three weeks since my beating, and I hadn't harmed a fly. Then Anderson made a visit to a bar, and stayed late enough to be both drunk, and to exit the place alone. The Taser from behind left him helpless long enough for me to bag his head, drag him behind the rear dumpster, and start the beating. By the time I was done with him, he'd be lucky to walk again. I got an inordinate amount of joy listening to his bones break. It's hard to break a thigh bone, I learned. It's not hard at all to make jelly out of knees and elbows, not with those telescoping batons. They worked great! Hands and feet only take a couple of quick shots. The whole thing probably didn't take more than ten minutes.

I considered pissing on him, but I didn't know enough about DNA or what kind of evidence that would leave. Better safe than sorry. I did take his wallet just to be spiteful. I only got about thirty dollars out of it, and dumped it down a sewer drain. I took the GPS off of the undercarriage of his car and vamoosed.

Debbie was a waitress in a high-end restaurant. She made better money than I thought a waitress could earn. After a few weeks, I was spending more time at her place than I was in my apartment. After a few more days I was spending most of my nights with her. We spent time together during the day and on the weekends. I told her that I was looking for a job, explaining my absences during the day. During the evening she didn't get home until eleven or later, after closing, and driving home. 

I think she knew something was wrong, but she didn't press me. She was affectionate and loving, and generous in bed. I felt bad sometimes about the way I was using her. The night of Anderson's beating, I beat her home by about 10 minutes. 

I was in a great mood and feeling amorous. I massaged her feet, and pampered her, then took her to bed and fucked the shit out of her. She was lying in the bed next to me, gasping, by the time I was done. "Damn, Marty! What got into you tonight?"

"Can't a guy make love to his girl when he feels like it?"

She giggled. "I'm your girl now?"

"Do I need to show you again?"

"Not tonight, I don't think I could survive it. I might enjoy a refresher in the morning."

~ * ~ * ~

I was feeling good. She got her refresher, and we spent the day out, window shopping, and I bought her lunch. She asked me how the job hunt was going, and I told her I had a few leads. I confessed that some of those were out of town, and she didn't seem happy about that. She did tell me, there wasn't anything anchoring her to where we were.

She got ready for her job at 3:30 in the afternoon. Shortly after I'd kissed her goodbye, I called Amy's phone from my new burner Trac phone. "Hello?" I heard.

"One down," I said, and hung up.

The GPS indicated that Eric was no longer living at home. He was staying in a cheap motel. That was too easy. I'd save him for last. Jack was still at home, but I imagine things were pretty frosty in his house. After two days of observation, I determined his wife left for work before him. My plans for him were a little tricky. I parked around the corner, pre-dawn, and hid in his side yard. I'll admit it, I was nervous as shit. 

The wait seemed interminable, but eventually, I heard the electric garage door open. The wife's Camry pulled out, and I scrambled into the garage on my belly. The door closed behind me, and I knew I had about a half-hour to go. Sure enough, Jack entered the garage from the kitchen, coffee in one hand, keys in the other. I heard the chirp of the car lock, and snuck around the back of the car. The driver door was open and he was putting the coffee in its holder when I nailed him with the stun-gun. The bag went over his head, and the beating began.

I was thorough, and he had stopped moaning when I dumped him in his own trunk. That was more work than I expected. I left it cracked, so he could breathe, and someone would probably find him before too long. Using his cell phone, I called the receptionist. I did my best imitation of his voice, which probably wasn't that good, but what's the chance she'd notice? Four hundred people worked in that building.

I tried to sound hoarse. "Linda, this is Jack Emerson. I've got some kind of bug, and I'm going to see the doctor. Could you leave a message for me, letting Thompson know?"

She assured me she would.

His wallet yielded over sixty dollars. I figured it cost me about a hundred and fifty dollars for the one-time use, disposable baton, stun-gun, clothing and mask. I'd let him owe me the $90.

I checked to make sure I didn't leave anything behind, took the GPS off his car, and I casually walked out, taking his remote garage door opener with me. I shut it behind me. I walked down to my car, and drove off. I dumped the gloves, mask, shirt and shoes in the Goodwill dumpster. It was the second outfit I'd had to discard, but you never could be too careful. The stun-gun, remote, and baton went over the side of a bridge. It might have been a mistake, but I kept the GPS. Those things were pricey.

I called Amy. She must have recognized the number. "Marty?"

"Two down," I said and hung up.

I wanted to take care of Eric, before he found out about Jack. I figured that since Anderson no longer worked there, his 'accident' might not be common knowledge. Even if it was, they might think it was a one-off. Once word got out about Jack at work, Eric would be on his toes. 

I went to Debbie's and bought fresh Danishes on the way. My excuse for sneaking out early while she was sleeping. I gave her breakfast in bed, and ravaged her the rest of the morning. By the time we went to lunch, she was walking funny, and was wearing a smile that looked permanent. I told her I was hoping to get an interview in Austin, and I might be gone a few days the next week. She seemed excited. Austin's a great place to live, if you can deal with all the crazies.

Debbie wasn't crazy about the beard I was growing, but she put up with it, not like she had any other choice. She did suggest I'd have a better chance at the interview clean shaven. So I kept it neat for her. With a ball cap, beard and sunglasses, I figured my own mother wouldn't recognize me.

Once she was gone, I did some reconnoitering. My old house was empty. I called the phone and it had been disconnected. The grass looked terrible. The curtains were gone from the windows. It looked abandoned. I didn't stick around, I didn't know if anybody was looking for me, and by staying with Debbie the last few days, and driving a car with the original owner's plates (most of the time), I figure I was pretty invisible. I was doing everything with cash, and I had plenty of that. I never went near a bank. 

Once it was close to the end of the work day, I paid a visit to Eric's new domicile.

I backed the car in a couple of doors down, after dealing with the only camera on the hall outside of his room. Until he arrived, I waited in the backseat, behind tinted windows. Another thirty bucks for the dark film. When he unlocked the door, I slid out, and rushed him. He didn't even turn around until I'd hit him with the stun gun, and pushed him into the room. The bag went over his head, and the steel baton came out. 

I wasn't as rough on him. That was my way of accepting his apology. He'd probably walk again, most likely with a limp. He'd be laid up for a while. I left him with his broken limbs zip-tied together, and his head loosely bagged. I ransacked his wallet, and left him a hundred and forty dollars poorer. It almost paid for his beating. I'd forgive him the last ten bucks.

I checked to make sure the coast was clear, and made my exit. The magnetically attached GPS took all of about ten seconds to remove. I drove back to Debbie's. 

When she got home, I had the bubble bath ready, and the candles in the bathroom lit. I led her to her repose, and handed her the glass of champagne.

She sighed as she lowered her sexy body into the water. "What brought this on?" she asked.

"You were there when I needed you. That's important to me. You're important to me. Thank you," I said.

"Mmmm," she breathed, sipping her champagne and settling into the water. "You sure know how to spoil a girl."

While she was bathing, I fed her a couple of chocolate covered strawberries. When her toes started to prune, I dried her off, and led her to bed, where I gave her my best massage. "I can't believe I ever let you go," she murmured. "I was such a young fool."

"I should have fought for you."

She sighed, and didn't argue. When I'd finished with her back, I worked her front. I finished between her legs. I leaned over her, looking into her gorgeous face. I was going to miss her.

"You're better than I deserve," I said, before I could stop myself.

"I don't think that's possible," she murmured, smiling sleepily as I gently eased in and out of her.

I took her lovingly. Twice. I kissed her, held her, and told her how important she was to me. I confessed I loved her, and never had gotten completely over her. She came only seconds after I told her that, and cried, clinging to me.

I fell asleep holding her. I knew it would be the last time for a while. Maybe forever.

It was time to find Sheri.

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To Be Concluded in the Next and Final Chapter . . .



Escalation Ch. 04



Will these two EVER learn? The Conclusion.

An original story. Chapter 4 of 4. 

I know that I usually write story continuations, but there's been enough clamoring, comments and emails encouraging me to write my own, that I figured I'd offer up a few. I don't think the trolls will care one way or the other.

I hope you enjoy this little story, and remember, it's only fiction. 

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From Chapter 3:

She sighed as she lowered her sexy body into the water. "What brought this on?" she asked.

"You were there when I needed you. That's important to me. You're important to me. Thank you," I said.

"Mmmm," she breathed, sipping her champagne and settling into the water. "You sure know how to spoil a girl."

While she was bathing, I fed her a couple of chocolate covered strawberries. When her toes started to prune, I dried her off, and led her to bed, where I gave her my best massage. "I can't believe I ever let you go," she murmured. "I was such a young fool."

"I should have fought for you."

She sighed, and didn't argue. When I'd finished with her back, I worked her front. I finished between her legs. I leaned over her, looking into her gorgeous face. I was going to miss her.

"You're better than I deserve," I said, before I could stop myself.

"I don't think that's possible," she murmured, smiling sleepily as I gently eased in and out of her.

I took her lovingly. Twice. I kissed her, held her, and told her how important she was to me. I confessed I loved her, and never had gotten completely over her. She came only seconds after I told her that, and cried, clinging to me.

I fell asleep holding her. I knew it would be the last time for a while. Maybe forever.

It was time to find Sheri.

With the three assholes taken care of, I could concentrate on what really mattered. The hateful cunt that betrayed me over and over again.

I made love to Debbie again in the morning. I couldn't get enough of her. I took her jewelry shopping, and bought her a matching necklace and earrings. I think she was hoping for a ring, but I couldn't do that to her.

Once she left for work, I got started. I packed up what I needed. I left a letter. It was difficult to write, but I remembered she had the decency to end with me cleanly and I owed her that much.



Dearest Debbie,

The last few weeks with you has been nothing short of incredible. That's what makes this so difficult.

I have to leave. I have business to take care of, and don't believe there's anything left for me here, except you. I'm not in any shape to have a real relationship yet. Not until I've got my ex out of my system. I need to move away and start over, without the memories of this place.

It's not fair to you, and you deserve better than what I have to offer right now. I'm sorry.

Maybe someday, down the line, if we're both still single, we can try again. I think I'd like that. Thank you for being here for me, when I needed it most. You saved my life in many ways, and I'll always love you for that.

Go out and find a man worthy of you. Someone without my baggage. I pray you have the happiness you deserve.

Love - Marty



I left a manila envelope with ten thousand dollars in it, hoping it would make her life easier. She deserved someone better than me. At least who I was now. I grabbed a copy of Auto-Trader at 7-11, and an hour and a half later, bought my second car within a month. I convinced the owner to drive it to the 24 hour Wal-Mart with me, while I drove my car. I took him back to his house, and had a new untraceable vehicle for 30 days, as long as I didn't get in an accident. I transferred my two bags to my 'new' car, and left the old one abandoned in the parking lot. 

I called Amy. She wouldn't recognize this number, it was new.

"Hello?" she answered. I was thankful. I was afraid she might have started letting it go to voicemail.

"Hi Amy. Is she gone?"

"Please don't do this, Marty. She's gone, far away. You've devastated her. She left with nothing, but a few suitcases. Leave her alone."

"I can't do that. At least she was smart. I'll see your around."

She spoke quickly before I could hang up. "Marty. You have to stop. The police are looking for you. Everyone knows it was you. You hurt those guys badly. The police were here for the third time not more than an hour ago."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I haven't hurt anybody. I'm not even in town. I left two weeks ago. I think anyone trying to prove I did anything would have a hell of a time doing it. All I'm doing now is trying to get hold of my wife, to find out what the status of our marriage is," I said. I was a little nervous that someone might be tapping her phone.

"I don't know if you did it, or if you paid someone to do it, but you need to stop. You had your revenge. Sheri didn't do anything. She's the one that stopped them from hurting you. She took you to the hospital. I saw the blood in her car. She was crying when she tried to scrub it out. She didn't want you hurt."

"She set me up. She knew I'd be coming home to get my stuff. For two days she acted like everything was fine, and we'd go our separate ways, calmly and with no more trouble. She couldn't leave it alone, could she? She had to rub it in my face. She went along with their lies about what really happened. Don't tell me she didn't do anything!" I snapped, on the verge of yelling at her.

"Please, Marty. Please, I'm begging you. You've hurt her plenty. She's broke, scared to death, and on the run. I had to give her money, and so did Mom and Dad. She's never even called. God only knows when I'll see my sister again. Let her go, Marty. Just let her go." I could hear she was crying.

"First of all, she's not broke. She told me she'd hidden eight grand, in case we didn't make it. I'll tell you what. For you, I'll leave her alone for one more week. Plenty of time to run and hide. That's the best I can do. Goodbye, Amy. You're a hell of a fuck."

"Mart—"

I hung up, and threw away the phone. Thirty-two dollars for a new one with 500 minutes. I flipped a coin. It was tales. I drove west.

~ * ~ * ~

She was good.

I had a hell of a time trying to locate her. When I couldn't on my own, I put a PI on it. The first try cost me ten grand, and ended nowhere. I decided to give her some time to settle in. It was more likely that once she was established somewhere, she'd give herself away.

I learned something interesting. I hung out with the day laborers for a few weeks, taking any work I could get for cash under the table. I didn't need the money, but I wanted to assimilate. It was the beginning of the third week with them, when I got my break. I'd worked with Hector three times. I told him a story about being on the run from my wife. I wasn't going to pay the cheating whore a dime, no matter what the courts said.

"You need ID," he told me.

"I have ID. I'm legal. I'm just not going to use it."

"No, no. New ID. One day. Good quality."

Now that's what I was hoping to hear. "How good?"

"Two-hundred, good enough. For four-hundred, you can even use to get credit cards. Social security card, birth certificate. Very good."

Shit. And I was thinking it would cost me thousands. I didn't need the best. I wasn't going to do anything that would be investigated too thoroughly. Hector introduced me to a man named Manuel. Manuel took my picture. He told me my options. A hundred and sixty for the basics. Four hundred for very good. Eleven hundred for the best. "What is the best?" I asked.

"Ex-pat. Living overseas, never comes back. You get his birth-certificate, social security card. Real thing. You can even use it to get driver's license, do taxes. Real person. No criminals."

Probably real bullshit, but I paid.

The next morning I had a State ID, social-security card and birth-certificate. "How good is it?" I asked.

"The best. Guaranteed."

I bet. It was going to be risky, but I'd see if I could get a driver's license out of it. If I could, I was golden.

I was given a suggestion where to go to get my driver's license. Turns out some of these places are less careful about things, and the ilegales knew all about them. I had spent a good amount of time memorizing all the information. I had my birth certificate, nicely artificially aged, folded a gazillion times, placed in a plastic sleeve for 'protection'. With two pieces of ID I took a number and sweated my balls off for forty minutes before my name was called. The lady looked bored. She glanced at the paper and typed on her machine. Made me step back for a picture. Told me to place my thumbs on the scanner. I put my middle fingers on it until it beeped. Fuck you.

"Thirty-six dollars," I was told.

I gave her two twenties.

~ * ~ * ~

I bought a mini-RV. It was over 20 years old and had less than 80,000 miles on it. For $1800 it got a complete engine overhaul. I drove to Mexico and had the interior completely redone for another $3700. I even gave it a new paint job and new tires. By the time I returned to So. Cal. two weeks later, I was living in luxury. 

Most of my money was sitting in a safety deposit box under my new name. I only carried a few thousand on me most of the time, and had another $40K hidden in the vehicle. My Mexican friends had created the two hideaways during the interior upgrade. I was feeling relatively secure for the first time in a long time.

I got a job, a real one. It paid decently. It was in sales, so my lack of education for my current ID wasn't that important. Or so they told me. All I had to do was prove myself. I worked my ass off for them, and became the number three sales person after eight months.

After six months had passed, I had tried the PI route again. I didn't go for the full blown search. I only spent two grand, but I was assured that I had a good chance of finding her. I gave them her name, maiden name, social-security number, her old driver's license number. All the family information and her work history as well. They came up empty.

I was a little frustrated, but decided to wait it out. I worked, I planned, I plotted, and I fed my anger. At the one year mark, I was five grand poorer, but I had an address in Idaho. Pocatello. The bitch had filed a name change. It looked like she had gotten married. I guess I was divorced, but who knows? Perhaps she was just a bigamist.

I pulled up roots, and setup my new ID and bank accounts in north Salt Lake City, two hours away from her. Then I did some preparation. Important, expensive preparation. I can admit it now, I was a little crazy, a lot paranoid, and completely obsessed. Or maybe I have those backwards. Finding her and getting even consumed me.

Five weeks later I was watching her through binoculars, as she kissed her new man goodbye when he headed out to work. My ratty eleven year old, gray mini-van was about as invisible as it gets. The tinted windows made it private as well. I studied her, getting angrier every day. It was easy to put a GPS on both their cars. Four days later I made my move at the Wal-Mart off I-86 in Pocatello.

She parked. I waited. I kept moving my parking spot nearer to hers. When the parking place on the driver's side of her vehicle opened up, I was inches from the old-fart's bumper as he pulled away. Now it was a matter of luck. All I needed was a few seconds, with no witnesses. My legs were shaking in anticipation. A year's preparation came down to these next few minutes.

I scanned the area around me, while she loaded the back of her car. She had her back to the sliding door, as she bent over to unlock her vehicle. I opened the door and roughly grabbed the back of her coat, yanking her backwards as hard and fast as I could, throwing her across my legs as I slammed the door shut behind her.

Her scream was cutoff when the stun-gun delivered its million volts. Within seconds her hands and feet were zip-tied, and her mouth was duct-taped. I checked outside, and her purse was still on the ground where she had dropped it. Looking around, it appeared the coast was clear. I opened the door, grabbed her purse, found her keys were under the purse and grabbed those too. I closed the door and pulled out carefully. Five minutes hadn't passed since I first grabbed her.

She was squirming a lot, so I hit her with the stun-gun again. After the third time she stopped wiggling, staring at me in abject terror. She was still trying to talk through her duct-tape, but wasn't having much luck. It was only ten minutes to the public park. I pulled alongside my refurbished Minnie-Winnie, and had her transferred a few minutes later. 

I taped her into the backseat, and took everything out of the van, including her purse and keys. I removed my mask and gloves, scratching my beard. I turned around, removed my sunglasses and looked at her. I guess after five years together, the beard wasn't much of a disguise. Her eyes opened wide in instant recognition, then went glassy before she passed out. 

~ * ~ * ~

My 'cabin,' if you can call the dilapidated shack twenty miles east of Logan, Utah, a cabin, was isolated. I liked that. It was cheap. I liked that a lot. And I owned it outright. Paid cash off the books. It was listed as unimproved land.

Water was from a well, and the only electricity was from the four large solar panels I'd installed. Propane tanks provided the gas. It was everything I needed for the moment.

Sheri woke long before I got there. I know because I kept hearing weird noises from her. It was still late afternoon, when we arrived at our destination.

I pulled up in front of our new home, finally relaxing, feeling the tension roll off me. I turned off the engine and spoke to her for the first time. "Welcome home, dear loving wife. I'm assuming we're still married. I know you didn't sign the papers I gave you, and I haven't signed anything."

She was shaking as I pulled the duct tape free from her mouth. "Don't hurt me, Marty. Please don't hurt me," she pleaded.

"Hurt you? Now why in the world would I do that? What did you ever do to me?"

"I tried to stop them. I swear I did. I had no idea they were going to do that to you. I took you to the hospital," she said anxiously.

"You agreed with their story that I attacked them, while they were doing nothing but speaking to you. Isn't that right, my beautiful little traitor?"

"I'm sorry, but I had to. They threatened me. I swear, Marty. I never wanted you to be hurt."

"You didn't think coming home to that gangbang scene would hurt me?"

Her eyes sparkled with that old familiar ire. "You dumped me. I didn't want a divorce. Once I got those damn papers, it was none of your business anyway. I wasn't yours any longer."

"So you went back to the same assholes."

She lowered her eyes. "They were available. I knew they'd go along."

Like I cared. I pulled out my knife, a sweet little Cold Steel Recon 1, sharp as the blazes, and immediately saw the terror in her eyes. I reached down with the knife, and cut her legs free. "Come on. We're home. Don't try to run, we're miles from anything, and no neighbors anywhere to be found."

She had to know that. She'd been awake for the last part of the drive. We hadn't passed a car in at least 20 minutes. The last ten minutes of dirt road ended in front of my cabin.

She stumbled getting to her feet. "What are you going to do to me?"

I helped her to the door of the RV, stepped down then reached up and threw her over my shoulder, making her grunt. "You're my wife, Sheri. I'm going to love you, of course."

~ * ~ * ~

In the house, I didn't wait long to let her know my intentions. I closed the front door, and started ripping her clothing off of her. She screamed at first, but then I pulled out my knife, and she stopped. It made it easier to get her naked anyway. I bent her over the cheap couch, and rammed my aching cock up her cheating twat.

She cried out and I told her to shut up.

"You've been cheating on me again, you little bitch. I saw the guy. I think I'll take care of him next. Like I do with all our lovers."

She started crying. "I'm sorry. I . . . I had to do something. I couldn't get a job, or I knew you'd find me. He took me in, took care of me. He's not a bad man."

"He. Fucked. My. Wife!" I screamed at her, slamming my cock into her with each word. 

"He didn't know. I told him I was single," she whimpered.

"Lying. Cheating. Slut."

"I'm sorry . . ."

I didn't last a minute. I hadn't had sex since I left Debbie. I'm not sure why, but I had no urge. None. Not until I'd seen Sheri again. Since the first time seeing her, I'd been jerking off half-a-dozen times a day, like a teenager. I wouldn't be jerking off any more.

I pulled her off the couch, and forced her to her knees. "Suck me, you evil bitch. Suck me hard, and then I'm gonna fuck that ass you denied me, and gave to your lovers."

She cried as she sucked me, and for some reason, that did the trick. I looked down at her, and could see she had her hand between her legs. When I was done fucking her face, I put her over the back of the couch. I could see her ass was slick. She'd been trying to prepare herself, with the cum out of her pussy. I laughed. "Still the sneaky, deceitful little cunt, aren't you?"

She whimpered as I pressed the head of my cock at the entrance to her ass, and cried out as I thrust my way inside. I wasn't nice about it. I fucked her hard, making her scream out a few times, before she finally just sobbed, clinging to the couch.

"Whose ass is this, Sheri?"

"Y-y-your ass, Marty. My husband's ass."

"Which husband would that be, you damn cheat!"

"You baby. You're my only husband."

"Damn straight."

I was too busy to talk after that, and a few minutes later I was erupting inside her bowels hard enough to see stars. I stumbled back, grabbing the back of the couch until the dizziness went away.

"What's wrong, Marty? Are you sick?"

"I'm fine, damn it. Get a washrag from the sink and clean me up, unless you like sucking shit off my dick." I was weaker than I cared to admit. I realized I hadn't eaten in two days. Like I said, I was obsessed.

I sat down on the couch, and she returned a minute later with a warm cloth and wiped me clean.

"Sit," I said, tapping the cushion beside me.

She sat down quietly.

I grabbed my dick. "Suck."

For a moment I thought she was going to say something, but she stopped. She leaned over and took me in her mouth. "Don't stop," I told her.

I relaxed, feeling the tension slowly leave my body. I'd done it. I'd found her, and I'd captured her. I could do whatever I wanted. I could bury her out back and cover her head with honey. I could tie her to my bumper and drag her twenty miles. I could beat her to a pulp, and nurse her back to health, just so I could do it again.

"That's nice," I said, stroking her hair, while she got me hard again.

"You know what happened to your lovers, don't you?"

She nodded, while still sucking. She hummed something I assumed to be affirmative.

"Did Thompson every stick his cock in you?" I couldn't forget him walking up to the house that day.

She shook her head. "uh-uh," she mumbled around my shaft.

That was good. I didn't want to have to go back there and deal with that asshole.

I let out a deep breath I suspect I'd been holding for a year, and stroked her soft flesh, while she dealt with my latest hard-on. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with her, now that I had her, but I was in no hurry. I had stocked up a few months worth of canned and dry goods. I had an endless supply of good water. I'd have to buy propane in two months, if what I'd read was right. 

No, no hurry at all.




Escalation Ch. 04



"Suck me, wife. Suck my cock with that cheating, lying, traitorous mouth."

~ * ~ * ~

I chained her to the foot of the bed before I went to sleep. Used her one last time, hard, and left her there.

"What are you going to do to me, Marty?"

"Let me put it this way. Three men had sex with you. To be honest, they'd do what any man would probably do, given the opportunity. A beautiful woman made herself available, and they said yes. I put them in the hospital. There's a good chance two of them will never walk again. They meant nothing to me, but they took what was mine, and I beat them half to death. You know that right?"

She pulled her threadbare blanket around her naked body, while I made myself comfortable. The only decent thing in my little cabin was my bed. It was only a double, but it was a pillow-top, firm, with 800 thread count sheets, and a down comforter. I didn't pamper myself much, but I enjoyed my sleep. It was rare enough that I got more than 5-6 hours before the nightmares woke me, so I had to maximize what I did get.

I heard Sheri moving around. "I know," she said. "Amy told me."

"That's what I did to meaningless assholes. You? You were the love of my life. My wife. You betrayed me, the man you were supposed to love and cherish. You destroyed me, Sheri. What do you think I'll do to you?"

"But I love you, Marty."

I sat upright glaring at her. "Don't! Don't you dare say you love me, you deceitful, conniving, evil slut. You don't even know the meaning of the word. Don't you EVER say you love me!"

"Can't you give me another chance?" she pleaded mournfully.

"I doubt it. Good night, Sheri. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning." I grinned to myself. I'd been waiting to deliver that line for over a year. I must have practiced it a thousand times.

Her sobs were like the gentle night breezes. I knew that for once, I'd sleep fine. I was almost out when I heard her whispering, almost as if she were talking to herself.

"Do you remember our first date, Marty? I don't know if I ever told you about it. I was so excited. I changed my outfit three times. My sister was making fun of me, but Mom made her stop. Mom wanted me to wear my blue dress, but I wanted you to see me. I wanted to show off for you. That green dress, with the low bodice, that was so tight. Don't think I hadn't seen you glancing at my rear. I knew you liked my butt. That dress showed everything. I had to wear my smallest thong to hide the panty line. I thought my mother would have a fit. Still she held . . ."

My eyes were closed, but I remembered that dress. I remembered opening the car door for her, and watching her get in. It was so tight, I could see every little curve around her ass. I was looking for that panty line and fantasizing that she wasn't wearing any.

". . . came to the door, I was peeking out the window. I wanted to run downstairs, but Mom said a lady kept her man waiting just a little while. The anticipation was essential, and it was important to make a big entrance. A lady didn't act eager. I couldn't believe it was really happening. I was three months out of college, and a real man had asked me out. Handsome, confident, with a smile that made my knees weak. I stood at the top of the stairs counting to thirty like Mom told me, then I headed down the stairs, head up, one slow footstep after the other. I couldn't see you at first, the top of the stairwell blocked the view. I saw your feet, your legs, your waist. I'll admit it, I was looking there. I was curious, of course. Then I saw your chest. I took that next step, and I looked into your face. I swear my heart stopped, and I almost fell down the stairs . . ."

I remembered. I'd never seen her hair up before. Her long neck exposed, that dress hugging her body. I had no idea that was what was under her work outfits. I knew I was woefully under-dressed, and swore I'd never make that mistake again. She was out of my league. I knew it then. 

". . . saying that I might be an adult but so long as I lived under his roof, I'd be home by midnight on a weekday. I was mortified. I was an adult, damn it! Twenty-two years old. Not some teenager. But you just nodded. 'I'll have her home before then,' you said. 'You have my word on it.' Dad told me later he believed you a man of your word. He always liked you. Mom was a little wary but Dad and Amy, from day one, they were on your . . ."

~ * ~ * ~

She was curled up in a ball on the floor. I had morning wood. I lifted the blanket from around her hips and felt for her opening. She was dry but I started fingering her, licking my fingers, opening her up. I rubbed some spit on my cock head and pressed it between her legs. She moaned as I pushed my way into her inch by inch. She was on her side and I pushed her top leg forward and down, exposing a little more of that pussy until I was filling her, pounding into her.

I remembered her in that green dress, that sweet ass teasing me. I looked down at her ass, six years older, and still heart stopping. "I loved your ass," I growled.

She gave me a sweet little moan. "I know baby. I'm sorry. I should have given it to you sooner." She was still only half awake, but she gave her butt a teasing wiggle.

"You wore a thong on our first date?" I could still remember scraps and pieces of her story from the night before.

"My only one. Mom didn't even know I owned one. I thought she'd have a cow," Sheri said.

I turned her a little, lifting her top leg up, opening her to me. I wriggled forward getting just a little deeper.

"You fill me so good, baby," she said with a little moan.

"Wish I'd seen that thong," I said.

"I wish you'd tried to, I would have let you. You weren't getting in it, not on the first date. But I was kind of hoping you'd try."

I had to chuckle. "Hell, I was afraid to even try for a kiss."

"I wasn't," she said.

I moved her leg, finding a better motion, and fucking her selfish, cheating cunt. "No you weren't. I remember you kissing Dean Walsh, too. I should have known then."

She whimpered as I fucked her hard, recalling her first time cheating on me.

"No, baby. You know I didn't; he kissed me. I smacked him for it, and told him I never wanted to speak to him again. I know you didn't see the slap, but Jean did. She told you."

"She was just covering for you. She was your best friend."

"She was, but it was the truth. I swear it was. Damn it, Marty! I was head over heels in love with you. I would never have done that."

I slapped her ass hard, making her cry out. "Don't tell me what you wouldn't do, you cheating slut!"

She cried as I thrust deeply, exploding in her depths, filling her. She was still a sweet fuck. I'd give her that. I'd get a little more of that out of her before I made any final decisions.

The cabin was a mess. I had her clean it, showing her where the supplies were. I did some repair work that was sorely needed. Every few hours I'd get myself worked up, and I'd have her suck me for a while before I took her again. I had her ass twice that first day. She'd denied it to me long enough. She cooked for us. She was still a hell of a good cook. Far better than I was. She grinned as I helped myself to seconds at dinner.

"I'm glad you're eating. You look like you've been starving yourself," she said.

"Not much appetite for the last year," I admitted. I don't know how much weight I'd lost, but I'd had to buy all new pants, and a new smaller belt once I shrunk past the last hole. I had noticed that she'd dropped a few pounds as well. She looked good.

"What was that you were writing down?" I asked.

"Things we need. Some spices. We need more than salt, pepper and Tabasco," she said.

"I wouldn't worry about that. It's not like you'll be cooking that long."

She was quiet after that. I watched her clean up and took her to my bed. I let her suck me until the urge to take her was too strong. When I'd finished with her, I chained her back to the foot of the bed.

"Good night, Marty," she said, as I climbed back under my covers.

"Good night, Sheri. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning."

The night was quiet, the sounds of the woods and mountains a natural sleeping background music.

"Remember the first Christmas we were dating? My parents insisted you come over for Christmas Day breakfast. You had presents for everyone. You stole Amy's heart that Christmas. I wonder if you ever knew that. She was a college freshman, and you were a grownup, out in the world. You gave her that pendant, apologizing that you couldn't find anything as beautiful as her. Heady words for an eighteen year old. No wonder she wore it all the . . ."

That silver pendant. I could still see it. When she'd come to me at the hotel, to seduce me into giving her sister a second chance. I remembered her naked body, the only thing she was wearing was that pendant. I don't know how I never realized it.

". . . dinner, talking about football. Dad couldn't have been happier. He finally had a son he could talk to. Raising two girls, I think he missed that. It was a big deal, him offering you that beer. That was his pride and joy. You couldn't buy it. He had a friend at the Dutch consulate who gave him a case each year. None of those nasty preservatives that are in our beer. It was illegal to export, but his friend got him a case every year. He'd make that case last. Nobody else ever got one, you know? Only you. You were the son he never . . ."

I wonder what Dale's doing now? I doubt he'd offer me one of his specials. Not anymore. It was too bad. Her father was a great guy. Taught me how to barbecue a brisket.

". . . my gift to you? Not at home, that was for sure. They would have disowned me. Maybe not Dad, he loved you, but Mom would have had a cow if she'd known. That was my first one, you know. The first time I ever had a man's cock in my mouth. I was so nervous . . ."

~ * ~ * ~

Morning wood and a naked woman in chains. What a great combination. I dragged her up onto the bed. My knees were still sore from the previous morning. I probably should have given her a rug to sleep on. That wooden floor was hard. She was still groggy, I imagine she didn't sleep well. Still, she opened her legs for me, reaching for my cock, drawing it inward. I was rubbing the outside, trying to get her to juice up, when I recalled her first Christmas gift to me.

I climbed up the bed, and presented my cock to her lips. She smiled sleepily. "I was nervous," she whispered.

She opened her mouth for me, and I pushed my cock in. "You should have told me it was your first time."

She gave me a long slow suck, pulling my cock from her mouth with an audible 'pop.' "And have you think I was some innocent naive know-nothing at twenty-two years old? Not likely, buster."

She took me back in her mouth, her tongue teasing me. She wasn't an innocent any longer. That was for sure. "Guys like to think they're the first. I loved it, but it would have meant even more if you told me. All this time, and I didn't know."

She looked up at me, without answering, sucking diligently, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. She always thought they were plain. She wished she had hazel eyes like her sister. I don't know how many times I told her I loved her eyes. Sometimes I felt I could fall right into them. I brushed her hair back for a better view, and relaxed, experiencing that wonderful mouth. So good when she wanted to be. 

After a couple of minutes, I was ready to fuck her. I started pulling away, and she grabbed my ass, hanging on, sucking me desperately. 

"I'm gonna fuck you—"

She pulled off. "Please Marty. Let me taste you. It's been too long. Let's make it like that first time," she pleaded.

I had to laugh. "What? You're gonna get me off, then cough up a lung, and spit my cum all over the floor?"

She blushed. "I wasn't expecting it," she pouted. "You don't know. You come so hard, it shot right down my throat. I didn't know you had to block it, or point it away. I didn't mean to. I wanted it to be perfect."

"It was, beautiful. It was amazing. The first time I ever came in a girl's mouth," I admitted.

"But . . . you had other blowjobs. You were twenty-four. You'd lived with a woman."

"And never was allowed to come in their mouths. Three of them before you. You were the first to let me do that."

"Can we do it again? I promise I'll get you hard after and you can fuck me all you want."

I moved away and sat on the edge of the bed. I grabbed a pillow and held it in front of me, while leaning backwards. "We can pretend this is the steering wheel."

She grinned, and moved over on her knees beside me. She put her head in my lap then moved the pillow. "Right there. It almost gave me a concussion." She took my cock in her mouth, her head moving up and down over the last couple of inches, her hand jerking up and down my shaft.

"We don't have to be that accurate," I said.

"Pretend, Marty. Close your eyes. You're twenty-four years old, parked in front of that empty house two blocks from my parents. We're supposed to be getting ice-cream at 7-11. Instead, I'm opening your pants and telling you I want to give you your Christmas present. Do you remember, Marty?"

My eyes were closed, and I put the stupid pillow to the side. I remembered. My heart racing, glancing around the windows to see if anyone could see us. I could feel her warm breath on my aching cock. I'd been hard half the day, trying to hide it. I was always hard around her. God, her tongue on the head of my cock.

"I've never . . ." she started. "I mean, not this big."

God. I did remember. She was about to tell me that she'd never done it, and chickened out. Her warm mouth, closing - shit!- closing over my cock, her soft hand caressing me, stroking me.

"Incredible," I groaned. Like that night.

I brushed her hair back tentatively. I didn't try to push her head. I knew girls didn't like that. Sheri, she purred when I touched her, and I could feel it, vibrating around my cock. Such an amazing feeling. I reached down and rubbed her butt. It was bare. It shouldn't be bare. I pulled the bed sheet over her, and rubbed her ass again. That was better. Squeezing her butt, sliding my hand down, to that crease between her cheeks, pushing further, if she'd let me. Lower, down between her legs. I could feel her warm folds, I could feel the moisture. She was excited. She was blowing me and she was excited!

"Like that," I whispered. "Just like that."

Her mouth was making its short journey up and down. I could feel myself hitting the top of her mouth. Her hand was gripping too tightly, and I tapped it. "Easy," I said.

Her grip loosened, no longer painful, up and down. I pressed my finger between her legs and she opened them!

"C-c-c-oming," I gasped.

I groaned as I felt my cum surging upward, her lips closed tightly, and her hand milked me into that hot little mouth. I came and came, unable to stop, until I was drained. I looked down to see her eyes closed, sucking and swallowing, until I softened. She pulled her mouth off, kissing the head of my cock.

"That's how I meant for it to end, Marty."

"That was amazing."

She smiled. "We were, weren't we?"

She sat up and gave me a big grin. "Want to go again?"

"After breakfast. That one was a little too intense."

I worked on the roof all day. Only coming down for the meals and a quick fuck. Alright, the one after lunch wasn't quick, but I figured I'd earned it. I was making good progress. I was sore as hell by the time I'd finished. After dinner she dragged me over to the bed, and gave me a massage. It must have been one hell of a massage, because I fell asleep somewhere in the middle of it. When I woke, she was laying on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"I must have conked out." I was nervous as shit. I'd left myself vulnerable to her. I couldn't even remember if I'd chained her down before I let her massage me. I'd have to be more careful. Couldn't trust the little traitorous cunt.

"You overdid it. We're not in that much of a rush, are we?"

"I don't know. I'm playing it by ear. I might be leaving any day." I got up and went to take a leak. 

I fixed her chain. "Thanks for the massage. My back feels a lot better. Sleep well, beautiful. I most likely will kill you in the morning."

I settled back into the pillows and waited. I wasn't disappointed.

"Romano's. I had no idea, I swear. We'd only been going out for seven months. So many of my friends dated for years before anything happened. And you were so much better than their lame boyfriends. I remember thinking that I didn't want to eat too much. I didn't want to get full, and I didn't want you to think I was a pig. I wasn't going to order anything expensive, and have you think I was a gold digger. When you got down on your knee, I thought you'd dropped something. I started looking under the table to see if you'd lost a fork or your napkin. When I looked over at you, all I could see was how nervous you were, and that box you were holding . . ."

Nervous. No shit. There I was, making a fool of myself. Kneeling in public, putting my heart on the line. I'd already spoken to her father, and I think her mother kissed me for the first time. She wanted to see the ring, and I told her no. Nobody would see it before my intended. It earned me a second kiss. Now I was on my friggin' knee in a public restaurant and she wasn't even paying attention. I thought she was embarrassed. Now I knew she was just being Sheri.

". . . nervous? Seriously? Like there was a chance in hell I wasn't going to say yes. Or scream 'yes', as I recall. What a mess! I was so eager to see that ring, I got caught up in the tablecloth. There we were on the floor, half of our dishes around us, people laughing and clapping, and all I could see was that beautiful ring. It was totally unexpected. I'm so sorry I forgot to say yes. And you just kept staring at me like I had food-on-the-face. It wasn't until I put it on that you finally smiled. Then you were pulling the hem of my dress down and I was mortified. I'd been giving half the restaurant a show! But you were so good . . ."

Those big brown eyes looking up at me, then back to her finger, and back up to my face. Glistening, joyful. For those few moments there was nobody else in the world but us. Her lips were moving, but nothing was coming out. Then it was like a balloon popped, and I could hear the ruckus around us. It was a mess. I was on my butt, and she was lying on the floor, one foot still propped up on the booth bench. Her dress was almost to her waist, and I could see her bare flesh, pale and soft, and the side of her baby blue panties. I reached over and covered her up. That was mine. Or would be. Nobody else. Or so I'd thought.

". . . decided. You were going to be my first, and I wasn't waiting any longer. Well, not much longer. I know I had told you I was saving it for marriage, but I had to have you. I couldn't wait. I didn't want to. It didn't matter anyway. My husband was entitled. All I had . . ."

~ * ~ * ~

I was getting my morning fuck, when it struck me.

"Where are your rings, wife?"

I felt her tense up. "Please don't be mad, Marty."

I stabbed her hard with my cock, grabbing her hair and forcing her to look at me. "Where?"

"I sold them. I had run out of money and I was broke. I couldn't wear them. I pawned them outside of Billings, Montana."

"God damn it, you are such a bitch!" She sold the fucking rings! Three grand I'd spent on them, a month's salary. And she sold them like it meant nothing. I pulled my cock out of her, and threw her across my lap. I did something I should have done years ago, and frequently. I whaled on her ass until my arm was tired and my hand ached.




Escalation Ch. 04



"I'm sorry," she sobbed, in between her screams and pleas.

I don't know why I was so furious. I didn't want the cheating slut anyway. I left her chained at the foot of the bed, and went outside to work. I was useless, getting nothing done. The bitch sold the rings. I'd saved for months to buy them, and she just threw them away. Just like she did my love and our marriage. 

I lost it, and started digging a hole out back. I wanted it to be deep. Didn't want critters digging her up. It was only about mid-thigh when I had to take a break. I'd been digging in the stony ground like a madman for hours. I ached, couldn't see from the sweat in my eyes. My hands were bleeding. They make it look so easy on TV and in the movies, but digging a grave is hard work.

I went inside, and found her huddled on the floor where I'd left her. Useless bitch. I unchained her, and gave her a kick. "Cook something."

"What happened to your hands, Marty?"

"None of your fuckin' business. I'm hungry. Cook."

I watched her walk gingerly away, her ass red and bruised. Good. She deserved it, and a whole lot worse.

She made pancakes, one of our staples. When I dripped blood on the plate, she took the fork from me. "Stop it, Marty. Stop it. Let me bandage your hands. You're only going to make it worse. You're filthy. You're going to get an infection."

"Like you would care. You should be happy. Maybe I'd die before I could kill you."

She got up and grabbed our first aid kit. She brought over a pan of water and rinsed my hands, wiped them. She saw where the blisters had broken, and put some antibiotic on them, before putting on the gauze, and wrapping them with the tape. Then she fed me. I ate slowly, seething. 

"You should clean up, and rest. Whatever you're doing can wait. Your hands are in no shape to be working," she said. She dragged me outside, to use our makeshift shower, washing the dirt off of me. 

It was cold, but I didn't care. I was done with her. "Why?" I asked. "Why would you do that?"

She looked up at me, and I saw the tears in her eyes. "I tried, Marty. I'd run out of money. I was hungry, and had no place to stay. I was scared to death. The pawn shop offered me four hundred dollars. I needed it. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but I pawned the rings, and I ate for the first time in three days. That money got me all the way to Idaho."

"I think you're lying. Like always. I think you got rid of them as fast as you could. Just like you couldn't wait to get out of our marriage."

She turned off the water, and passed me one of our two towels, standing there wet and naked. Once I'd dried off, she took me by the wrist, and dragged me back in the house. "Please sit," she said, guiding me to the couch.

I sat and watched her open the counter under the sink, and pull out her purse. I'd almost forgotten about that damn thing. She opened it and a minute later, handed me the little slip of paper. "I pawned them three months ago. Look at the date. I hated doing it. You're the one that wanted out of the marriage, Marty. Not me. You wanted to divorce me. You know damn well I never wanted that. I was willing to fight for us."

"Yeah, I remember how you fought. With a cock in every hole, until your boyfriends put me in the hospital. The same way you always fought for our marriage, by trying to destroy it."

I realized I was approaching this all wrong. I got her chains and took her out back. I chained her to a tree about ten feet from the hole, leaving enough slack for her to do the job, and gave her the shovel. "You dig." She didn't seem to want to get in the hole, but a little shove convinced her.

She looked up at me crying, and started digging. She was lucky to get a cup of dirt out of the hole, working barefoot, with her skinny arms. I went into the house and grabbed a bucket of water, and put it beside the hole. "You're not coming out of there until the hole is above your head."

I walked away from her, ignoring her whining pleas. I made a list, got in the RV and left.

~ * ~ * ~

I was gone more than twenty four hours. I didn't get back until close to sunset the next day. She was still in the hole, filthy, throwing tiny showers of dirt out of the hole. I could barely see the top of her head.

I walked over and watched. She looked up at me with dead eyes. "I'm almost done. There was a big rock and it slowed me down a lot. I'm sorry."

"Throw the shovel out of the hole, Sheri."

She was obviously exhausted. She could barely push it out. "Not like this, Marty. Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all of it. I was a total bitch to you, and you had every reason to be pissed at me. I know it. I should have talked to you about your night out. I really did think you'd gone out to get laid, but even if you had, I could hardly blame you. I'd denied you sex for six months, just to punish you. I'm an idiot, but please, not like this."

"I lost my love, my marriage, my job. You put me in the hospital. How could you do that to me, Sheri? You were supposed to be my partner in life. You were supposed to love me, not torture me. How could you?"

She sank down and sat in the dirt, leaning against the wall. "For better or worse. You were supposed to love me and forgive me."

"Forsaking all others. That doesn't include blowing men I work with, fucking my arch-enemy on top of me, and getting gangbanged. It doesn't mean protecting the men who beat me and put me in the hospital."

"My sister? Did it have to be my sister?" She looked up at me, the tears carving tracks through the dirt on her face.

Nearly twenty hours of driving had left me exhausted. I sat on the edge of the hole, my legs hanging down. "I'm sorry about that. You're right. That was uncalled for. I should have let things go at that point, and just gotten the divorce. It would have saved us both a lot of heartache."

She nodded. "Getting revenge with the guys you worked with was pretty bone-headed, wasn't it?"

I chuckled. "Yeah."

"Was I really that bad at the party? Did I tell you I was humiliated to be married to you, and didn't want to be married?"

"Yeah. You were drunk, but it still hurt. You're mean when you're drunk."

"I didn't mean it. I was proud to be married to you. I always was. You were a great husband until I fucked things up. I'm so fucking hard-headed. I wish now that when you came home, instead of screaming at you, I had done everything in my power to show you that I didn't mean it. But I couldn't. You know how I used to get."

"I should have tanned your butt that night. Right there at the party. I could have stopped you, stopped all of it, but I was too pissed. I wanted to give you enough rope to hang yourself. I should have stopped it."

"I don't even remember why I was so mad at you," she said. "I was pissed, and I was going to punish you, and I can't even remember why. How sad is that?" She sighed, and laid down in the dirt. "Do it quick, okay? I know you don't owe me anything, but for those first four years, the good years, can you make it quick?"

"Get up Sheri. It's late, I'm tired and I'm hungry. Get the hell out of that hole."

She stood shakily and stepped over to where I was. She leaned against my leg, and rested her head on my thigh. "What have we done to each other?" she said.

I didn't have an answer for her. I got to my knees, grabbed her arms and pulled her out of the hole. I removed her chain, rubbing the chafed skin around her ankle. I took her to the shower and washed her down. She opened her mouth under the hose, drinking thirstily, while I scrubbed the dirt off of her. She could barely stand, so I picked her up and carried her inside. I did what I could for her hands and feet, and covered her up with her blanket on the couch. I made sandwiches for us, and sat with her feet in my lap, eating. I brought the cooler out of the RV, and restocked the fridge. I grabbed us each a beer.

"Only one for you. You're a mean drunk, Sheri."

"Never again, Marty. I've learned that lesson, if nothing else. I'm not getting drunk again. It destroyed my life, my marriage, and a good man."

She slept on the couch. I didn't get my story that night.

~ * ~ * ~

The next morning she was limping, moving slowly, but she had breakfast ready when I woke up. She was singing, and teased me for sleeping in. She made eggs and bacon, from the new stores. The rotten thing kissed me on the cheek, and sat opposite me, grinning while I ate.

She wasn't eating. She just sat there, hands on the table, tapping her fingers, and raising her palms to look at her hands every now and then. She sipped her coffee and watched me. 

When I didn't react, she held her hand out, waving it in front of my plate. "You don't mind?" she asked.

"You're my wife still, aren't you?" 

She nodded. "I wouldn't sign those damn papers. No way."

"Then you should be wearing my ring. Don't do that again."

She played with her engagement ring, twisting it, rubbing it. I noticed she had bandages on her hands similar to mine. "Don't work outside today, Marty. Please? Stay in with me. Let's rest. Punish me with that big hard cock of yours. It's been two nights, Marty. Two nights without having you inside me is too long. I never want us to go that long again."

I couldn't help reflect on her cutting me off for six months. 

She watched me, quiet. "I'm not that woman, Marty. You may not believe it, but I swear, I've changed. I'll never deny you again. Ever."

"That's the truth. You don't have a choice now, do you?"

She shook her head. "I don't. But I wouldn't if I did." She looked up from her ring, into my face. "Did you really drive all the way to Billings?"

"Didn't have much choice, did I? You didn't pawn it in Pocatello. You only had four more days until the loan expired. I thought you said you sold it? The pawn ticket showed it was a loan. You could have gotten more money for selling it."

"I kept hoping I'd find some way to get it back. Stupid, I know."

I stood, and took her by the hand. I bent her over the end of the couch. Her rear was still bruised from the spanking, but she had a lot of matching bruises, scratches and bug bites on the rest of her. She opened her legs, and I eased into her. It wasn't difficult. She was dripping. I fucked her, and smacked her ass. "Don't ever remove those rings again."

"No, honey. I won't."

"Don't."

I was pretty tired. We took the day off, and I used her pretty thoroughly. We didn't talk much, there wasn't much more to be said that we hadn't gone over already. 

I did get my story that night. 

~ * ~ * ~

I could hear her teeth chattering at the foot of the bed where she slept. It was getting cold at night, and the blanket she had wasn't doing its job. It had only been four weeks, but the weather had taken a decided turn for the worse. I had given her a rug to sleep on, but it wasn't enough. I sighed, and got up, removing her chain, and dragged her up onto the bed. 

"Don't get any ideas. This doesn't mean anything, you cheating whore. I'm just tired of hearing your teeth chatter."

"S-s-s-sorry," she mumbled. 

I pulled her closer, and dragged the bedspread up to cover her. "I'm probably going to have to fuck you pretty soon. Pretty naked girl in my bed."

She climbed on top of me, her skin cold. I rubbed her back, warming her up, and fondled her ass. She buried her head in the crook of my neck. I had her ass cheeks in my hands, squeezing them. "You always had a nice ass," I told her.

"You think so?" she asked.

"I know so. Great ass."

"Your ass, Marty. You want to? In my butt?"

"Later. Put me in you."

She reached down and took my new erection in her hand, and guided it into her pussy. She backed down onto it, taking it all. "Want me to fuck you, baby?"

"Nah. Just relax. I like this."

"Me too, baby. I Lo—"

"Don't!" I growled.

"Sorry." I could feel her hot little pussy pulsing around my cock. She was doing her tricks again. 

"Relax, damn it!"

"Sorry, baby." She kissed my neck, and I didn't smack her for it. Then she did it again. 

"Behave," I said.

"Please, baby. Just this. Please."

I sighed. She was such a devious creature. Always pushing things. Breaking the rules. No kissing was a big one. She knew that.

"I'm still angry with you. Like as not I'll kill you tomorrow."

"I know, baby." She kissed my jaw line, and I felt her teasing little pussy squeezing away. 

"You make me come too soon, I'm gonna tan your hide again," I warned her.

"Warn me, baby. Warn me if you get close."

I tried to relax, waiting, wondering what kind of bedtime story I'd get. So many things I'd never known . . .

She was talented. I'll give her that. She never was like this for our first five years. She nibbled my neck, and did her pussy magic, backing off every time I warned her. Then she started whispering.

"I remember being scared to death. I still don't know how I did it, but I backed right into the overhead post in the underground garage, and I heard the glass shatter. I was stunned for a few seconds. I looked back and I'd broken out the whole rear window, and the wiper was pointing at me. We'd only had the car for, what, less than a month? I knew I was dead. I hurried home, and I had this great idea. I'd get dressed up in my sexiest lingerie, make you a drink, and suck your dick as soon as you got home. I'd wait for you just inside the door, drink in hand. It was such a wonderful idea. Then you walked in the door . . ."

Every man's dream. On her knees, drink in hand, reaching for my belt before the door was even closed. As cynical as I was, I knew there had to be a reason. Me and my big mouth.

". . . wreck the car?' You knew. I don't know how but you knew. I remember dropping the glass, and running to the bedroom, bawling my eyes out. I was dead. The car was brand new, and I'd bashed in the back. Then you were there with me, holding me. Asking me if I was alright. If I was injured. I tried to explain, and you hushed me, kissing my tears away. But I had wrecked the car! You laughed, and held me so tightly. Then your lips were on mine telling me everything was going to be alright. You made me laugh when all I wanted to do was crawl in a hole and die. I remember you said . . ."

'Greet me like that, and I'll buy you a new car to wreck every week.' I meant it too. It was the sexiest thing she'd ever done, and I just had to make a smart ass remark and ruin it.

". . . by the hand, back to the door. I pushed you outside, and told you to wait five minutes. I cleaned up the glass from the floor, straightened my face, and got you a beer. No more dainty crystal. Shit. I'd broken one of our wedding crystal too! I got back on my knees, and took a few breaths, then adjusted my outfit, propping up my tits for you. I was going a little crazy waiting, but then you opened the door. You said you were the luckiest man around. I gave you your beer, and had your pants open in seconds. I think you had cheated a little, loosening them for me. That was fine by me. I was going to give you the best damn blowjob in the world. I heard that little sigh you make, when I first take you in your mouth, and I knew . . ."

She never even realized I hadn't closed the front door. It wasn't until I felt the breeze on my back, that I remembered. I looked over my shoulder, and Linda from across the street was standing on the sidewalk staring at us. All I could do was grin. And close that damn door.

". . . upstairs for round two. I had a lot of penance to pay. I was going to make sure you were well satisfied. Instead, you made sure I was . . ."

She kept me going forever. When I couldn't stand it any longer, I grabbed her ass and pounded up into her, until I fired my load.

She whimpered sweetly and then apologized for taking me too far.

"No. That was good. You warm enough?" I mumbled sleepily.

"Perfect. Thank you."

"Sleep now, beautiful."

She sighed sweetly, hugging me. The little tart probably thought I was asleep. "Love you, Marty," she whispered.

"I know."

~ * ~ * ~

"Honey?"

"Yeah?"

"Put a pregnancy test on your shopping list, will you?"

Pregnancy test? Shit! 

"You . . . you think?"

She came to me, hugging me and gave me a big wet kiss. "I'm a few weeks overdue. You've been fucking my brains out every day for the last two and a half months. You had to know I didn't have protection."

"I never thought about it," I admitted. That ruined everything! How was I supposed to kill her now? Shit! All that digging, wasted. She was carrying my kid. Still sneaky and conniving. She must have planned this! 

"Well you need to think about it now. I'll make a list, alright? I'm gonna need pre-natal vitamins, a pregnancy test, fresh fruits and vegetables would be nice. Red meat. Where's that pen?" She was walking around the kitchen, naked as usual. I looked for signs. Her belly, her breasts, something. Maybe it was a lie.

She caught me looking and grinned. She walked over to the couch and bent over, presenting her rear to me.

I dropped to my knees behind her, kissing her soft bottom. I don't know what I was thinking, but I had to take a look at her pussy. Was it different? Would it feel different? What the hell was I thinking! I leaned over her, about to tell her that wasn't why I was staring at her, and I realized I was wrong. I was hard. I needed to take her. Make sure she was still mine. That the baby was mine. I kicked off my shorts, and entered her in a haste burying my cock as quickly as I could.

She giggled. "Eager boy. There's no rush. It's yours whenever you want it."

I reached around her to grab her breasts. Squeeze them, feel them. Were they filling with milk already? How much bigger would they get? I didn't even notice what I was doing, but my partner in crime knew what he wanted, and my hips were already at work, pumping her.

"I shouldn't drink but maybe a sip of champagne? To celebrate. I mean, if you think we should be celebrating. You're not mad at me are you, baby?"

"Mad?" I stopped thrusting into her. "Confused would be a better description. This isn't some trick is it?"

She looked back at me pouting. "No trick. You have to have noticed I haven't had a period since I've been here. You're going to have to put off killing me for at least seven months. I'm sorry to ruin your plans."

For a moment I felt a hint of the old anger. I slammed my hips forward, fucking her hard, making the couch shift underneath her. Grabbed a fistful of her hair and she gasped. 

"Promise me, Sheri. Promise me."

"Anything baby."

"Nobody but me. Ever again. I don't care what the reason. I can't do it again. I can't."

She pushed me out of her, turned and took me in her arms. "I promise. If I ever get that angry again, I may swear at you, or scream, or break something. But I'll never cut you off again, and I'll never, ever do anything to jeopardize your trust in me. On my life, Martin. I swear. On my baby's life."

"Our baby."

"Of course. Our baby. Who else's baby would it be, out here? Sasquatch?"

"You made me crazy. I won't survive another time. Neither of us would."

She held me, kissing my shoulder, while I clung to her. "I love you, Marty. I always have. I never stopped. I never did any of those terrible things out of love for another. I screwed up, we both did, but I broke you. It was up to me to try to make it better. I was so scared, but I knew you still loved me. You would never hurt me. You couldn't. I think you wanted to, but you couldn't."

"I thought about it a lot. Bad thoughts. Terrible, evil thoughts. For over a year."

"I know. That deep hole we dug out back really scared me. And in the end all you did was take care of me, feed me, house me, take me to your bed, and love me over and over again." She gave me a grin. "Although sometime in the future, you're going to have to clothe me, you know. I can't see a doctor like this." She took me by the hand. "Come to bed. Let me love you before you run your errands."