13 comments/ 34159 views/ 36 favorites My Wife's Lawyer's Pheromones By: amischiefmaker This story could also go in non-consent, so if that's not your thing, you've been warned. ***** I'm Kevin Simms, at the start of this story a thirty two year old attorney, mostly dealing in negotiating and litigating contracts, although I do dabble in other areas. At the start of this story I had been married for eight years to Deborah (never Debby) Simms, who works in sales for a Fortune 1000 company. I'm now divorcing her. The details relating to the divorce aren't necessarily important but I'll relate a few of them anyway. I caught Deborah cheating with a co-worker of hers at lunchtime at our rented house. They were so into it that I was able to get the keys out of his pants, which were strewn on the floor at the entrance to our bedroom, without them noticing me. I turned on our security camera (with a delay requiring the front door to open once more after I left before recording so that it didn't catch me doing what I was going to do) covering the front door and surrounding area, which usually we only turn on at night, and then silently exited the house with his keys in hand. With gloves on I unlocked Deborah's lover's car - which they obviously had arrived in together. I popped the hood then cut every single wire and hose in the engine compartment using a tree pruning tool from my garage. I then closed and locked the car up and took the keys with me. I disposed of the keys and the tree pruner in a dumpster behind a 7-11 that I knew did not have a security camera. From a pay phone at the 7-11 I called Jim Jackson, an 80+ year old retired neighbor who I was very friendly with and who lived only two doors down. I gave him some flimsy excuse to ask him to go by my house - Jim has signs of dementia and by the next day would likely never remember me even calling him. I asked him to call me at my office if something was amiss at my house. I made sure that he wrote down my office number. The phone was ringing as soon as I walked through my office door. "Hi Keith," Jim started out - half the time he called me "Keith," the other half by my real name "Kevin." "There's a big bustle in front of your house. Diana," - he got Deborah's name wrong constantly, although all the names he called her always started with a "D" - "and some guy are fiddling with a car." "Thanks, Jim" I chuckled. "Want me to get you something from the store on my way home tonight?" "Some Wild Turkey sure would be nice," he coughed. "You got it, Jim," I said with a smile before hanging up. I called Deborah's cell phone. She sounded exasperated when she answered it "Hello." "Hi Deborah, I just got a call from our neighbor Jim Jackson. He said that you are having car trouble or something?" "Oh, well, uh... someone vandalized my car and I have to have it towed." "Jim said that there was some guy there helping you?" "Oh, yeah, some guy walking down the street tried to help but we have to wait for a tow truck." "Is there something that I can do? Do you want me to come home right now?" "Oh no no no," she said way too hurriedly and enthusiastically. "The tow truck should be here any minute." "Well make sure that you get the bill from the tow truck driver so that I can put it through to our insurance if the car was vandalized. What were you doing home at lunch anyway?" "Oh, uh, well, you see, well," Deborah always has trouble getting things out when she's lying, "I had to get some documents for a presentation that I was to make this afternoon and I had forgotten them at home, and it took me a while to find them, and in the meantime someone vandalized my car." "Well if there's anything that you need this afternoon please just give me call the office. I would love to help. Bye now." "Uh, bye, uh, thanks for calling Kevin," she stuttered before she cut off her phone. "It should be a very interesting discussion when I show her the footage from the camera at the front door tonight," I chuckled to myself. Maybe "chuckled" is the wrong word. I was not in any way shape or form in a good mood. I saw the end of my marriage, and I didn't like it. Maybe it wasn't the best marriage in the world, but I thought that at least we loved each other and that she was faithful - I know that I always was. _________________ That night when I got home, after dropping off a quart of Wild Turkey for Jim, I asked Deborah about the car. "Oh I was able to take care of it just fine," she lied. "Do you have the receipt from the tow truck and the repair?" "Oh I was able to take care of them myself with the insurance company right from my office. There's no reason for you to get involved." "Oh, that's normally something that you need my help with. I'm glad to see that you were able to take care of it by yourself." As I went to hang up my suit jacket in the front closet I said in a voice loud enough for her to hear me in the kitchen "Deborah, honey, did you turn on the camera for the security system at the front door when you came home for lunch?" "Oh, no - - - I don't think that I did, Kevin." "We'll somehow it got on; let's see what it recorded; maybe it caught the vandal on video." By the time that I finished saying that I already had removed the CD and was at the entrance to my office. I was inserting the CD into the computer when Deborah appeared at the office door with all the color drained from her face. "I'm sure it's nothing, Kevin; why don't you come to dinner now and we can look at it afterwards," she nervously said. Obviously she had plans to remove and destroy the CD before I could view it. "No, I just want to get a quick look now," I said as the image from the camera already was starting to appear on the monitor. There, in living color, as clear as a bell, was my dear wife Deborah and her lover, exiting the house, smiling at each other, even exchanging a kiss, and with her lover's arm around her. "What the hell is this?" I asked pretending to be surprised. "I thought that you told me that you came home for lunch by yourself. Who the hell is this guy, and why were you kissing him and letting him hold you? And who's car is that in front of the house, it's certainly not yours?" Deborah started stuttering something, saw the angry look on my face, and saw her lover looking for his keys and then both of them going back to the front door. She burst into tears and ran to her bedroom. I ejected the CD and put it in my pocket. I walked up to our bedroom, packed two suitcases as she lay in bed crying, interrupting her sobs only with "What are you doing Kevin?" As I left the bedroom with the two suitcases in hand I asked "Where would you like me to serve you with the divorce papers?" It was a legitimate question but her answer was totally unintelligible. Therefore I continued "Well, since I can't understand you, I guess I'll have to serve you at work because I don't know when you'll be here, or who you'll have over to fuck when you are." I exited the front door to a variety of shrieks and sobs. ________________ They say that an attorney who represents himself has a fool for a client. That may be so, especially since I'd never handled a divorce in my legal career, but I was not about to spend the amount of money that would be necessary to hire some family law shark. I did go to one woman in our firm, however, who regularly did some family law work, got a standard divorce complaint from her, and had it filed and served by the next morning. Deborah called shortly after she was served. "Why are you divorcing me, Kevin? I thought that we loved each other. You don't know anything about what happened, yet you flew off the handle and filed for divorce. You haven't even talked with me about it." "I would have talked about it with you last night, but you were in no condition to have a conversation. Plus, all I would get from you would be more lies. You lied to me about who's car it was, that no one was with you, and why you went home at lunch time - I certainly didn't see you carrying any papers out of the house, not that you would have been able to since you had your arms around your lover. Why would I bother talking to you now about it when all I'll get is more lies?" "Haven't you ever made a mistake, Kevin? I just made a mistake. One simple mistake. Surely we can get over it; there's no need for you to just haul off and file a divorce petition." "You're a liar, pure and simple Deborah. I wouldn't believe anything else you ever had to tell me, and a marriage where there is no trust whatsoever is not the type of marriage I want to be in. Just think of it, after our divorce you can fuck anybody you want and you don't even have to give me a thought - not that you gave me a thought when you were fucking your lover boy yesterday." "But Kevin - - -," Deborah started to continue with real desperation in her voice. "As the last act of love I'm going to give you, Deborah, I'm telling you to get yourself a good divorce attorney - you're going to need one." In retrospect, that bit of advice started out to be the worst that I've ever given anyone - that is as it affected me - but it eventually turned out great. The divorce attorney that Deborah hired was Virginia Bates. According to her biography in Martindale and Hubbell, Virginia was 39 years old at the time that Deborah hired her, although I think that most people would agree that she looked much younger. I knew her casually from serving on a committee with her for the local Bar Association. I found her intriguing because she was always very proper, and always conservatively dressed in a business suit, whenever I had dealings with her, yet there seem to be something underlying her exterior that I couldn't really put my finger on but was enthralling. Virginia is about 5'7" tall and although not really slim is certainly not overweight. Her face and hair are very pleasant, if not beautiful, but she always had a rather stern business expression on her face and rarely wore makeup. It was hard to tell exactly what her body looked like because of her wardrobe, but her calves did look nice in the three inch heels that she normally wore. I had never had any adversarial dealings with Virginia because as far as I know she practices family law exclusively, but I have heard from some of my friends who have gone against her that she is a complete and total ball-buster. "Should be interesting" I said to myself as soon as I received her Notice of Appearance. Virginia's first contact with me was a pleasant one. "Hi Kevin, I assume that you received my Notice of Appearance. I was hoping that we could discuss some form of reconciliation" "Hi Virginia. Normally I love to settle cases without having to go too much expense, or to trial, and this one is no exception. However I'm afraid that there isn't going to be any reconciliation." "From my discussions with Deborah, it seems that your entire petition is based upon some form of misunderstanding. Apparently you believe that Deborah was cheating, but she assures me that she wasn't." "All that tells me is the Deborah continues to be a blatant liar. Why would I want to stay married to someone who constantly lies?" "Do you have any proof that she was cheating on you?" "If you look at the petition for divorce carefully, Virginia, you will see that I am not alleging adultery. I don't need proof. I know that it happened and I know that I don't want to be married to a liar. The marriage is over. All that remains is to work out the property settlement" "I'm afraid it's not that simple, Kevin," Virginia said with somewhat of an edge to her voice. "Deborah has instructed me to fight this tooth and nail, and I certainly will be applying for marriage counseling. I know that you don't normally practice family law Kevin, but most of the judges in the Family Court in this jurisdiction are very anxious to see if the parties can work something out before they grant a divorce." "I can't stop Deborah from wasting her time and money but the result is going to be the same. I look forward to receipt of your formal response." True to her word, Virginia employed every trick that a seasoned family law attorney could in order to forestall the divorce. She and I did end up fighting it tooth and nail in a number of court appearances but since she was more familiar with the law and the judges she normally prevailed on points of procedure, such as requiring marriage counseling, etc. I couldn't afford to jeopardize my law license by acting in contempt of the judge's order, so I did have to attend counseling sessions. How she enabled it, I don't know, but Virginia even got herself invited to at least parts of some of the counseling sessions. All the counseling sessions ended up the same. I made it clear to the counselor, Virginia, and Deborah, that I didn't think that there was much chance of reconciliation, but the chance was zero unless Deborah admitted that she had cheated on me, and gave me a complete account of all of the sexual encounters that she had had with others since we got married. That would, at some point, reduce Deborah to tears, exasperate the counselor, and get snide remarks from Virginia if she was present. Since all I got was denials, no progress was made. When there was only one court ordered counseling session remaining, I got a call from Virginia. "Kevin, I need to have a real heart-to-heart talk with you about this case. It's really bothering me. I know that you're holding something back, and I don't like it. You know that I eventually may take your deposition, and then you either have to lie under oath or give it up, so I would like to talk with you one last time see if we can resolve some issues." "Sorry, Virginia, there is no Santa Claus," I laughed into the phone. It was a line from the classic Christmas movie" Miracle On 34th Street" that I always wanted to use but never had the opportunity to before. Virginia Bates didn't think that it was nearly as funny as I thought that it was." "Ha, Ha, Kevin. It's nice to see that you do something else aside from reduce your wife to tears; but we really need to talk. Any time, any place." "I'm in a trial this upcoming week, Virginia. The only possible time is long after work on Friday, at my apartment." "Why can't we meet at someone's office? And why does it have to be Friday night. I have a barbecue to go to that night." "Once I'm done with my trial on Friday, I'm going straight to my apartment - which by the way is not nearly as comfortable as the rented house your client is still living in - and then I have plans for the weekend. You're the one who said any time, any place, and I assume that you're not a liar like Deborah is so I'll see you Friday night." There was silence on the other end of the line for a while, then: "Okay, but I can't get there until about 10 o'clock because of the barbecue I'm going to. What's your address?" I gave Virginia my address and brief directions on how to get there; she seemed to be familiar with the area. ________________ Fortunately, I wrote down on my calendar at home that Virginia would be coming by Friday night. I had a very difficult, time-consuming, and energy-sapping trial that lasted from Monday morning all the way through Friday at about 4 o'clock. It was well worth it, however, since the jury came back with the best award that I had ever received as a litigator. Since I had the case on a contingency fee basis I would end up with much more money than I had ever gotten before for a trial. Also, because of my arrangement with my client, I could legitimately put off my payday until after the divorce was final - assuming that Virginia didn't keep screwing up the timeframe - so that I wouldn't have to share it with my cheating wife. The two paralegals from my firm who helped me, three members of my client, and I, went to dinner and a bar to celebrate afterwards. It was 9:30 before I got home. I had changed into just a T-shirt and some jogging shorts when I noticed on the calendar that Virginia would be coming by. I had a buzz on, because I don't normally drink and I had celebrated with everyone else, so I was really bemoaning the fact that I would have to deal with her. I wasn't surprised - I was flabbergasted - when Virginia knocked on my door at 10:15 wearing casual clothes. They weren't just any casual clothes. They were Daisy Duke shorts, sandals, and a tank top. She had probably had as much to drink as I had given her slurring of words. Although I was still in shock when she started talking, I think that basically she started out by apologizing for not being in her normal business suit and heels. My eyes popped out of my head! In my defense, the day that I caught Deborah cheating was now two months ago, and I had not been laid in the interim so I was horny as hell, and Virginia's outfit gave me an entirely new perspective on her sexuality. Her thighs were spectacular and her boobs much bigger than ever could be gleaned by looking at her in her normal business attire. I offered her a drink - it was the last thing that she needed, but she accepted and not to be a poor host I poured myself one too. We sat in my living room, her across from me. I spent the majority of my time, instead of listening to her, trying to look up her shorts. As best as I could tell, the only thing underneath her shorts was a hairy pussy. I know that I tented my pants, but I didn't make any attempt to cover up. Finally Virginia snapped me out of my stupor by saying "Hey asshole; did you listen to anything that I had to say?" "Get to your point Virginia. I'm not a judge or jury. I'm just a cheated-upon spouse, so just say what you have to say with no legalese." In an extraordinarily sarcastic tone Virginia replied "Oh, poor baby, is your fragile male ego shattered because you think that your wife stepped out on you once?" "My male ego is just fine, bitch," was my pleasant reply. "What your client is is a fucking liar and I simply can't trust her." "Is that it, or are you feeling inadequate; aren't you capable of giving her an orgasm anymore? Do you want to divorce her because you're afraid that your dick is going limp?" "There's nothing wrong with my dick, bitch. It would ream out your pussy just fine!" "I don't have to listen to you insult me, fuck stick," Virginia said as she rose from her seat and walked toward me. I stood up too. I never mentioned it before, but I'm 6'6" tall, almost a foot taller than Virginia. "You're the one who's been insulting, Virginia. Was that your plan, tell me that I have a frail male ego and humiliate me into crawling back to Deborah?" "If you were a man, you'd fight for her instead of filing your pissy little divorce petition," Virginia challenged as she poked her index finger into my chest. As she did that, I got a real good view of her left tit. Her halter top was the tie-up type, and it had become loose. I wondered what kind of barbecue she'd been at where she didn't have a bra or panties on. She saw me staring at her tit and hit me with another zinger. "Keep your eyes where they belong, dipshit. You're not man enough to look at a real woman." I still, to this day, do not know what came over me. My behavior was not just atypical, it was downright contrary to everything that I believed in. My excuses are that I was super tired from a very long, draining, week, I had not had any alcohol in a long time and I was really feeling the effects, I hadn't been laid in two months, her attitude of challenging my masculinity was really irritating, and she looked so, so, fucking hot! I grabbed one half of her top with each of my hands and pulled them apart, ripping her top. I then threw it on the floor. She had really; and I mean REALLY; nice tits, with puffy nipples. I love puffy nipples. I was so entranced by her tits that I don't think that I even felt her first slap across my face. I did feel the second slap. I grabbed both of her hands in one of mine, threw her over my shoulder, and started carrying her toward my bedroom. She was swearing a blue streak, trying to hit me - even though I had immobilized her hands - undulating her pelvis, flailing her legs, and doing everything possible to escape. However she did not scream. My Wife's Lawyer's Pheromones I grabbed her Daisy Dukes as I threw her down onto the bed, and her shorts ripped even more completely than her top had. There was fire in her eyes as I tore off my shirt and dropped my jockey shorts. "Get that micro prick away from me," she snarled as she redoubled her efforts to kick me. Since I had four times her strength, it didn't help her. I moved her sculptured thighs apart with my elbows, grabbed both of her swinging fists with my hands, and started licking and nibbling on her pussy. While she did have a bush, it was sparse. Actually it was just the way that a crotch should be, in my humble opinion. She kept on snarling insults at me, but was unable to stop me. Gradually her resolve weakened, she stopped trying to hit me, and her swear words were replaced by moans and groans. She let out a long bellow as she bucked her hips up driving her pussy into my face. When I nibbled on her clit shortly after that she spasmed in orgasm. In her weakened, orgasmic state it was easy for me to turn her over onto her hands and knees and bury my rock-hard cock in her super-saturated pussy. I'm not normally one to talk much when having sex. This time I couldn't help myself as I kept up a barrage of statements such as "Is this what a limp dick feels like, bitch?" "How does it feel to get your pussy reamed by a wimp?" "You can't fuck worth a damn can you?" She responded to my verbal attacks with her own - that is until I started to feel my balls tighten and she had to have sensed it. She clamped down on my cock with extremely strong PC muscles and shimmied her ass. I blew what must have been - based upon how intense it felt, and how long it lasted - the largest barrage of cum squirts that I ever have in my life into her snug pulsating pussy. There was a significant period of time after that about which I have no recollection. I doubt that she has either; it seems like we were both comatose. The next thing that I do remember, is her pushing her tits into my chest as I lay on my left side. I'm normally a one and done guy; it takes me several hours to recharge. Not that night. As soon as I felt her puffy nipples pushing into my chest, I started getting hard. I planted a passionate kiss on her, played with a nipple with one hand, and fingered her twat with the other. After a few minutes of this bliss she broke our kiss just long enough to say "Fuck me!" I rolled on top of her without hurting her, put her heels on my shoulders, buried myself in one stroke, and proceeded to fuck the ever loving shit out of her, culminating in a total debilitating simultaneous orgasm. Shortly after my second orgasm, I was out again. The next thing that I remember is waking up - while it was still dark - with her mouth on my cock sucking it like it was the last lollipop on earth. When she saw that I was awake and that my cock was to her liking, she mounted me reverse cowgirl and proceeded to ride me as she periodically pulsated her pussy muscles. I squeezed her ass and fingered her ass hole as she was riding me, and just as I could sense that we were both about to cum I shoved one finger up her ass. She jerked and spasmed so much I thought that she was having a heart attack but I couldn't do anything about it since I was in a state of orgasmic bliss. I had never blown my wad three times in that short a period of time before in my life. It made me think "Maybe recharging is simply a matter of the sex partner." Somehow I was spooning Virginia when the sunlight finally filtered through my east-facing window, waking me up. My head was a little cottony, but other than that I felt better than I ever had at any time before in my life. I stroked the side of Virginia's face, and lightly played with one of her puffy nipples, until she woke up. I didn't know what her reaction would be, but when her eyes focused on me she broke into a big, albeit diabolical, smile. "What the hell happened last night, Virginia?" I asked after we had grinned at each other for a good thirty seconds. "Well, I was drunk, called you some names that you didn't like, you raped me, and then I had the two best fucks of my life, I do believe from your reaction that they were the best of your life too. Got any comment about that, stud?" "I guess that I did rape you," I sheepishly replied. "I really don't know what overcame me. You know what I think it is?" "What?" she asked with an even bigger grin. "Pheromones. I think that the chemicals excreted by your body make you sexually irresistible to me. It's almost like I'm on an episode of Star Trek and you're some alien being." "Pheromones, huh?" She chuckled. "Is that what would also explain why I cheated on my husband for the first time by letting you fuck me once in the middle of the night, and then fucking you just before daylight?" "I guess that we need to have a serious discussion, don't we?" I said, with the understatement of the decade. "Okay. Let's shower together, then have some breakfast, and then have our discussion. One thing is for certain, though; I will not be able to leave your apartment until you get me some clothes since the only two items I had on are now worthless rags." We showered together, and actually washed each other off. Of course she did play with my balls for about fifteen times as long as it took to clean them - apparently she liked their heft. Also, it took me a good five minutes to wash each one of her reddened puffy nipples. I must've unconsciously sucked them during the night they were so red. Without either of us even mentioning it, we stayed naked as we prepared breakfast together, sat down and ate it like a couple of truck drivers who'd been on the road for twelve hours straight, and then went and sat in the living room to have our discussion. We initially started out facing each other, but we soon realized that wouldn't work when all I could do was stare at her abused pussy while she gazed upon my crimson hardening, cock. We finally set next to each other on the couch, and tried to look each other exclusively in the eye. "Well, of course, I'm going to have to withdraw as Deborah's attorney. I don't think that I have to tell her why, though, and I'm pretty certain that you're not ever going to tell her." "You can be sure that I'll never tell anyone about this. However, since it was the most fun that I ever had in my life, and since I am getting divorced, I'm gonna want as many repeats as I can get. But are you going back to your husband, never to see me again?" "I guess I demonstrated last night - after you raped me, - that I am a cheater. What I am not, however, is a liar. When my husband returns from his golf outing Sunday night I'm going to tell him what happened." When she said that my eyes got wide. "Sunday night, huh," I said as I reached for the phone on the table next to the couch and started dialing. "What the hell are you doing?" She asked. "Canceling the rest of my weekend plans," I said before my buddy on the other end of the line started talking. With a wicked grin on her face Virginia was saying "Oh no you don't, you bastard," as she was half-heartedly trying to get off of the couch while I held onto one of her hands while I talked on the phone. After I canceled my plans and hung up the phone I got a fake sneer on my face and said "I know something that we can do that is a hell of a lot more fun than what I had planned!" I got down on my knees spread her thighs, and gave her the best oral that I possibly could. She orgasmed in about two minutes flat. Then I sat on the couch, lifted her up so that she was facing me, and slowly impaled her pussy on my cock as we faced each other. We exchanged a passionate kiss as we moved our bodies up and down in opposite sync, until I blew another load into her and she screamed into my shoulder and dug her nails into my back. That weekend was the best of my life. After our couch fuck, I went and bought Virginia a sundress at a woman's store that was only a couple blocks from my apartment while she cleaned up the breakfast dishes. After she put the sundress on, we went and bought her some underwear, went to a museum, had lunch, worked out at my health club, had dinner, and watched a DVD. Actually, it was shocking that we could do all of those things on Saturday because we also fucked four more times. Having never had more than three orgasms before in any eighteen hour period I wondered what the hell was going; but I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Sunday, we spent essentially the entire day in the apartment, naked. We ate, showered, watched a movie, read with our bodies in contact with each other, and twice changed the sheets on the bed; but mostly we just fucked. I didn't know that there were that many positions one could fuck in. There was no way that Virginia was not spending the night on Sunday, so she called her husband, said that she couldn't come home that night, and that they needed to have a serious talk Monday. We had one more, extraordinarily delicious - despite how sore our male and female parts were - fuck Monday morning. As Virginia left my apartment she said "I'm going to tell Deborah that I've done everything that I can to get you to play ball, and that you're not going along with anything. Therefore I'm withdrawing from the case, with my suggestion to her that she just get it over with because you are never going to change your mind. Then you and I have to have a serious talk - after I have a talk with my husband - later this week. Can I call you to set up a time?" "After this weekend, Virginia, you can do anything - and I do mean anything - that you want as far as I'm concerned." "Are you interested in the continuing relationship?" She asked. "Does the pope who in the woods?" I replied, obviously mixing my metaphors, for which I can be forgiven especially since my cock had starved my brain of blood for the last forty eight hours or so. "Are you interested in having kids?" she apprehensively asked. Without even thinking of the significance of my response I responded "Hell yes - with the right woman." She smiled, and then sashayed out the door. _____________________ Wednesday, Deborah called me to work out a property settlement. She apparently had resigned herself to the fact that there would be no reconciliation. We met that very night, and it only took two hours to cover more than 90% of what we needed to. I exhibited no acrimony when I talked with her. I'd like to claim that that was because I'm such a goodhearted understanding guy, but actually it was probably because I was still in a fog from the over-the-top sex weekend I had with Virginia. Friday Virginia called me at work. "Can we discuss our future tonight?" she asked. "My apartment, 7 o'clock; I'll have dinner ready," I replied. "Can I bring a suitcase?" she asked. "Please do," I excitedly replied. When Virginia showed up at my apartment that night, we exchanged one long passionate kiss in the hallway, and then sat down at the kitchen table to eat. We just chatted about things in general until we were done with the meal, and we both helped clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. When we sat down in the living room Virginia didn't pull any punches. "I told my husband the truth. He's divorcing me, but we are going to do it as amicably as possible. However, I need a place to stay. Got any suggestions?" "I have a king-size bed and a fair amount of unused dresser and closet space," I smiled. "Is that an invitation?" she asked with a diabolical smile. "Yes, it is. However you'll have to split the rent until we find a place of our own." "Aren't you worried that since both of us are cheaters that we may cheat again?" "Pheromones will prevent that. There is no way possible that anyone else could be as sexually compatible with me as you are - and I'd be shocked if you feel any differently." Virginia's smile got bigger. "I couldn't say it any better myself," she replied. _______________ Virginia and I have our disagreements and even arguments. However over the last twelve years we've never gone to bed angry with each other. Also, I think that we must be setting some sort of a fucking record, because over the last twelve years, even through two pregnancies, except for shortly after Virginia delivered each of our children, I don't think that a day has gone by when we were both in town that we didn't have sex of one form or another. Pheromones rule!