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Not Again

By: Slirpuff



I'd been through it before and vowed never again. Guess I should have listened to myself. This time however, I wouldn't be spending $3000.00 to have some private detective follow her and collect evidence. This time I'm just filing the paperwork and saving myself the money.

My ex-wife, Lucy, after six years told me she was dissatisfied with our life. It seems I worked too many hours, we never went anywhere, and she was bored out of her mind. I guess if I hadn't hired a person to clean the house once a week and taken her out to dinner three times a week she wouldn't have been so bored, but that's another story. 

Per Lucy, things had been going down hill for a while and I was too much in love or naïve to see what was really happening. Being the good husband, I cut back on my hours and became the model husband, or so I thought.

I think all cheating women read from the same damn handbook. It starts off with nitpicking, then bickering, followed by full-blown arguments. Then there is the 180-degree turnaround. You don't argue anymore, hell, you barely talk except about bullshit items. Your once great sex life has dwindled down from 3 to 4 times a week, to maybe once if your lucky; and that one time is like fucking a store mannequin. 

You suck it up, apologize for being an ass, even though you're not, and for a while it gets a little bit better, but it's not like before. At this point you start to think the unthinkable, and hire someone to confirm your bride is still pure and untouched by anyone but you. 

It doesn't take even two weeks before you find out you're not even getting sloppy seconds anymore as your wife is now withholding sex to show you who's boss. 

You think about that twelve-year-old bottle of scotch in the liquor cabinet and dismiss that idea. You'll only open that bottle when the tramp is on the outside looking in. 

Another four grand to David, a heartless prick of an attorney, and the paperwork is filed. You say a silent prayer of thanks to your late father for insisting on a pre-nuptial agreement and another that your bride was trusting and willingly signed it. I guess back then she was in love with you.

You have her served while she's at Pilate's class. You're in the back watching through the observation glass as the server walks in, ask if she is Mrs. Stephen Moore, and after hearing her say yes, hands her a large manila envelope and tells her she's served. I only wish she could have see the look on her face at that exact moment. No matter, it was done or will be in a couple of months.

I was fair, how can I not be, it's all laid out in the pre-nup. She comes home to a check for $50,000.00, her clothes in fifteen garbage bags, the locks changed, and all her credit cards cancelled. I'm sorry to say the new BMW I gave her for Christmas is also hers free and clear.

There is the "Steve Honey, it meant nothing!" 

"But it did to me," I tell her. 

I'd hired a van and driver to transport her shit so in fifteen minutes it's all over. Where she went I didn't know or fucking care. I go inside. I've got a twelve-year-old bottle of scotch calling my name. 

That is the one and only time I got loaded. After four more months of telling her "No!" and then "No fucking way in hell!" she relents and I'm finally free of what once had been a pretty decent wife. Truthfully, alone at night in bed I miss the old Lucy sometimes. Then I think about the cheating and I no longer miss her. I just thank God we hadn't had any kids yet.

I do nothing for about a year and a half. I go out with groups of friends but make it known upfront; I do not want to be fixed up, at least not yet. At three years I start to date more frequently and finally jump back into the dating scene. I'm getting more nookie than I did the last two years I was with my ex. 

Then I meet Vicki at a cancer fundraiser. I'm sitting across from her and my eyes never left her the entire evening. More than once she looked my way and all I could do was smile. I heard from my friends that she was divorced and that she was still bitter towards men. But I wasn't just any man and I also had been cheated on so at least we had something in common. 

WRONG!

It took two weeks before she'd even answer my calls and another two before she'd sit down with me and have coffee. It took another month before she'd warmed up to me enough where she would have dinner with me. If this woman was playing hard to get, she was doing one hell of a job.

Dinner was going well until the third degree started. How did I meet my ex-wife, what went wrong with my marriage, and what did I think I could I have done to change the eventual outcome. With every answer, Vicki had another question and eventually I got tired of it.

"She cheated on me!" I finally said, probably too loudly. "She took a vow to be faithful to me and broke it on at least five occasions."

"Why didn't you go to counseling? It might have saved your marriage," she said a bit too smugly for my comfort. 

"The first time she took him to bed we were done. She knew how I felt about fidelity and it was written in black and white on the pre-nup she signed. The party, who cheats, gets only a token amount of the joint assets."

"Well, I tried to work it out with my ex for about a year before we split everything down the middle and I walked away, but at least I can say I tried everything."

"Vicki, you were a lot more forgiving than I'd ever be. Look, she just ended up being a lousy wife. Can we just drop this subject, it's putting me in a bad mood."

"Steve, I just want to know the type of man I'm dating that's all."

"Well, now you know and if I don't fit your criteria for a suitable date well then I'm sorry, but that is who I am."

After that, the evening seemed to go down hill and by ten-thirty I was looking for an excuse to end this date and take her home.

The drive home was quiet. I walked her to her door and got a kiss for my trouble, but thank God wasn't invited in. I took her name and number out of my phone. I didn't deserve to be treated the way she had. 

I was at a nice steak house with a lovely lady, having a fantastic time when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Vicki.

"Fancy meeting you here," she said, looking towards my date.

"Where are my manners?" I said moving around in my seat. "Vicki, this is Amber. Amber this is Vicki, a lady I met at this years Cancer fundraiser." 

I said it with a smile on my face but I wanted Vicki to disappear, and quickly.

"I saw you and just wanted to say hello." By this time her date had walked up behind her. "We're on our way to that new jazz club that just opened off Fairmont downtown. Well, have a nice evening," she said, finally walking away with her date.

"You use to date her?" Amber asked.

"It was just one date and it wasn't too memorable," I said, reaching for her hand.

Did I get lucky that night? No luck involved. Amber dragged me into her condo and had her way with me until we both fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion.

Two days later an e-mail popped up on my computer. Nice seeing you again. Maybe we can go out for drinks sometime. I think we got off on the wrong foot last time. 

Yeah think!

We e-mailed and then talked on the phone a couple of times over the next two weeks before agreeing to meet up at a club that catered to the over thirties clientele. 

"Why in the hell am I doing this?" I asked myself sitting at a table for two waiting on her. If she just would have let me pick her up, but no, Vicki thought since the last time hadn't gone too smoothly, she'd meet me here. She was now fifteen minutes late.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her walk in. Damn if she didn't look hot. I'm not sure if what she had on could have been officially called a dress because it didn't contain that much material. Every guy in the room eye fucked her as she walked by, even the ones with dates. I got to my feet and took three steps towards her.

"Sorry I'm late, my car wouldn't start and I had to take a cab here."

"Don't worry, the way you look I would have waited all night." Damn that sounded lame but it was true, I thought to myself as I pulled out her chair.

"We can sit later. Right now all I want to do is dance." And we did, for the next twenty-five minutes.

The DJ played two fast songs then two slow ones alternating for the next hour. I had to tell more than one guy that NO, Vicki was not going to dance with them. She just smiled and held me a little tighter.

When we got back to our table I ordered us a couple of drinks; a whiskey sour for her and me a Corona. This time around there was no interrogations or the attitude she'd displayed on our last date. She broke the ice.

"I'm sorry about last time. I'd been on some really awful dates and decided to find out a little about you right away. I sorry I was so blunt. But, if you were an ass, I wasn't going to waste my time making small talk for the rest of the night."

"Well, did I pass?"

"What do you think? I'm here aren't I?"

The rest of the evening we floated on air, well I did anyway. She was nicely put together and fit into my arms perfectly. Screw the fast songs; we finished the night only dancing to the slow ones.

"Would you mind giving me a lift home? Trying to get a cab at this late hour would take an act of God." We walked out of the club arm in arm.

I got a kiss with a lot of passion behind it but no invite in. Did I expect it? Not really. Vicki was the type who was going to take it slow. I hoped not too slow after holding her hot body in my arms all night.

Twice a week we got together. Slowly we took it up a notch and by week six I woke up Sunday morning in her bed. 

"I hope you don't feel less of me," she said, watching me wake up. "You're better than I thought you'd be," she said with a smile.

"What? You thought you'd have to show me where all your parts were, and what to do with them? After all, I was married before."

"So was I, but my ex never got it that making love involves two people, and that both people need to get off before you stop." I laughed, she didn't. "He was selfish and not only with me. That's why he's an ex."

Men are stupid, even those that have been married and divorced at least once. After that night our honeymoon period started. I can't say I was In Love, but I was dazzled by her beauty and found we both liked to do most of the same things.

I didn't consider us exclusive just yet and it looks like neither did she, because when I went out to dinner one night with a client and his wife, I saw Vicki out with some other guy.

We didn't even play the "I see you" game. She saw me looking at her when I sat down, and I had other things on my agenda. 

My client and his wife were a wonderful couple and were madly in love after thirty-five years. "Steve, you married?" his wife asked.

"Was, but not anymore."

"Can you see yourself getting married again?"

"Not sure. She would have to be pretty special and there's the trust issue I'd have to overcome."

"Your ex cheated on you didn't she."

She was pretty good at reading me. "Yes, and it didn't end all that nice."

"Well, there are a lot of nice ones out there, even ones that have been around the block once before like yourself. You're too nice a guy to be alone."

She was right about that, being single sucked. But, not being able to trust your partner was worse.

We glanced at one another once more before she and her friend left. I wondered if she was going to sleep with him and it bugged the shit out of me. A half hour later we were just finishing up dessert and saying our goodnights. That's when his wife leaned in.

"I hope you can work it out with your friend. Maybe it was a business dinner like ours were." She smiled, squeezed my hand and the two of them walked off hand in hand. So much for hiding my emotions.

I stayed and had a drink at the bar. I told myself I wouldn't overreact that is unless she had slept with him. Then I didn't know what I'd do.

I had just thrown my car keys on the kitchen counter when I felt my phone vibrate.

Can you come over now? I think we need to talk.

I was in no mood to talk to Vicki at this late hour, but I did need to know one thing.

Did you sleep with him?

Yes, came her reply a few seconds later. I wasn't going to lie to you if you asked. That was the last one I read before shitting my phone off.

Vicki text, and called me Wednesday and Thursday nights. I didn't respond because I still didn't know what to say to her. Was I jealous? Hell yes! And even though we weren't officially exclusive, I hadn't even so much as looked at another woman. That it looked like would change.

Friday I took Beth out to a club on the west side of downtown. It was loud but a local group was playing of whom I knew two of the band members. We danced, had a few drinks and I even introduced Beth to the band at their 9:00 break. I was having a pretty decent time when I got the familiar tap on my shoulder.

"Do you want to dance?" she asked. Beth looked annoyed.

"Can't you see I'm with someone? Besides, you probably here with your own date," I replied over the music.

"I'm here with a couple of girl friends. If you decide to take me up on my offer of a dance, I'll be at that table," she said pointing to one three over.

"I'll think about it." Our eyes locked on each other once more before she left.

"I thought you said you weren't going out with anyone?" Beth asked.

"We just broke up," I said talking into her ear.

"Does she know it?"

That brief meeting ruined my night. When Beth caught me looking over at Vicki too many times she asked me to take her home. I didn't argue.

"Don't call me until you two have both broken it off." I didn't even get a kiss goodnight.

I felt my phone vibrate at 1:15. Did you sleep with her?

I don't kiss and tell unlike some other people. I went back to sleep.

Early Saturday morning I heard my doorbell ring, once, then it seems every ten seconds or so. Damn kids...

"You can run but you can't hide," Vicki said, leaning against the doorframe, two cups of coffee and I assumed breakfast in the bag. "You going to invite me in or are we going to eat breakfast and talk on your front stoop. Either one works for me." 

I just moved out of the way and she walked in. I followed her into my kitchen and watched as she unpacked everything.

"Not sure what you liked so I just winged it. Which cabinet are the plates in?" 

Half asleep, I shuffled over, got out two plates, juice glasses and some silverware. I looked over at the clock, it wasn't even 6:00 yet.

We ate in silence but our eyes never stopped talking. With the food gone I sat there nursing my cup of coffee. 

"Vicki, what do you want?"

"To first talk and then after that play it by ear."

I was too tired to get into what I knew was going to be a long conversation. "I'm going back to sleep for a couple of hours. You're welcome to join me and then when we get back up, maybe we can talk. I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. Vicki followed.

She stripped down to nothing and then gave me the look. "Hey, if I knew we'd end up in bed right off the bat, I'd brought something sexy to wear." She smiled and slipped under the sheet. We spooned and slept for the next hour.

All right, who's kidding whom? Our eyes might have been closed but neither of us slept. And with her innocently rubbing her naked body against mine, when I got hard, it was no surprise.

"Did I do that?" Vicki asked reaching behind her to grab hold of me. She flipped over and smiled at me. "Is sleep time over yet?"

We screwed for the next thirty minutes nonstop. I wasn't twenty any longer and show me a guy over thirty who can keep it up for over a half an hour, and I'll show you a liar. That is unless he pops a couple of those blue pills.  

Lying on my back I said, "I need a shower!"

"No you don't," Vicki said kissing my lips. "You smell like me and I want to keep it that way."

"By Monday I'll be too ripe to go into work and my boss won't like that, so lets hit the shower. Besides, we've got a few things to iron out today."

There wasn't any shouting, but voices were raised on more than one occasion.

"I want to be exclusive or I don't want to see you anymore," I told her.

"Can't we just take it slow and see how it goes?"

"Is that because you want to sleep with other guys?" I said as soon as she'd finished talking. "I don't want to have to worry about who you're screwing outside of me. And, if it doesn't work out, we'll at least be able to say we gave it our best shot."

"Steve, this is a big step for me. I'll need to sleep on it." She did, in my bed that night. Monday morning we were exclusive.

I'd like to say everything was coming up roses, but that wasn't the case. There were adjustments on both sides and a couple of times I doubted we'd make it. After three months Vicki moved in with me. I admit I begged her because I wanted to wake up next to her every morning, not just on the weekends. Hell, I even gave her my large bedroom double closet for all her clothes, and she did have a lot of clothes.

I was crazy happy and I couldn't imagine my life without her. At nine months I made the decision to ask her to be my bride. Did I have any reservations? Yes and no both. I'd been burned once but I couldn't live my life thinking that every woman was going to screw me over. I took the plunge.

Forget dropping down on one knee to propose, I just asked her over dessert at Toni's Italian restaurant. My only mistake was not getting the ring first. I thought it would be a nice touch if we picked it out together. I was wrong.

I held her hands in mine over the table and professed my love for her. When I asked her to be mine forever she said YES, yes I will! Then it kind of went downhill a bit.

She held out her hand and I supposed expecting me to slip on the ring I didn't have.

"Hon, I thought it would be nicer if we went together to pick out your ring."

"You mean, you didn't buy me a ring? Were you hedging in case I said no?" I had to get control back.

"You know my taste in jewelry," I said looking into her eyes. "I would have probably bought some gaudy thing you would have hated but loved me enough to say you loved it. This way, you can buy the ring of your dreams."

"That is so sweet. I love you so much," she said leaning in so we could kiss.

All right, she spent more than I was planning to spend on her ring but she loved it and that was all that mattered. 

The wedding was small and intimate. Our family and friends came to no more than sixty people. We got married in a gazebo in a rose garden near where her parents lived. Her younger married sister, Amber, stood up for her and my older brother, Greg, was my best man. I rented a room in one of the better restaurants there and by 10:30 Vicki was all mine forever.

After a very private honeymoon we settled into our post honeymoon lives and it was spectacular. One night six months later, after rocking my world, she asked me what I thought about children.

"I know you said you wanted two, but we never discussed when. What do you think about now?"

Still in the afterglow I told her to give me twenty minutes and we'd start on it. She smiled, I got the best sex of my life for the next month and we sealed the deal

"I'm pregnant!" a wild Vicki said, holding up the test strip. "You better be happy because I'm ecstatic." I was.

I was the doting husband before and even after our daughter, Kerri, was born. Diapers, night feeding, and the hours when I thought she'd never stop crying as I paced the house telling her it was all right. I did it all.

Two years later when Dale was born our family was complete. Instead of Vicki going back on the pill, I got snipped. It didn't hurt but I was uncomfortable for a couple of days. It was a small price to pay for Vicki not having to worry about birth control pills any longer. Life was good until it wasn't.


Not Again



She settled into becoming a stay at home wife and I pushed it at work to be the best breadwinner I could be. After all, I had my family to support.

For five-and-a-half years I floated on air, then I noticed a pinhole in my balloon. Vicki was still the perfect mother and rocked me in bed three to four nights a week, but there was something there, just under the surface. Something I couldn't put my finger on. I let it slid until I noticed the far away look in her eyes when she thought I wasn't looking.

"Hon, are you okay? You look distracted," I said, walking up behind her as she stared out the window.

"Just thinking about how happy I am," reaching back for my hand.

I kissed her hand and forgot about my groundless suspicions. We were in love, that's all that mattered.

After completing a major project at work, that took three long grueling months, I took my bride out to the best restaurant in town. 

"I'm sorry I haven't been home as much as I should have these past months, but the profit we made on that project more than made up for it." I reached into my pocket and brought out a red velvet box and opened it. The ring contained six perfect diamonds, one for each year we'd been married.

The look on her face was priceless. 

"You shouldn't have," she said, but pulled it out and tried it on. It was expensive but we had plenty of money and I wanted to do something special for my wife. She hadn't bugged me about my hours and had gone beyond what most wives would have. Life was good again or so I thought.

When our lovemaking went from four times a week to maybe two, I said nothing. She said she was tired and sometimes not feeling well were the excuses she used. I didn't bug her but took notice. When I waited three weeks for her to initiate sex and she never did, I knew something was up.

When I walked past the den and saw her on the computer I smiled and asked if I could help her with anything, being the computer expert of the family. The surprised look on her face said bunches. She looked up and said that she was just finishing up and twenty seconds later she closed her laptop. 

"I'd better think about dinner or you'll be taking us all out tonight," she said with a weak smile. With a peck on the lips, Vicki headed towards the kitchen.

As I watched her walk away my curiosity got the better of me. When she turned the corner I snuck into the den and opened her laptop. It was still on her home page. I spent the next ten minutes trying to see what she had been working on. Nothing. Her history along with her e-mail accounts had been erased. I got that old sickening feeling in my gut.

Now I watched her like a hawk. I kept a daily log of anything that was out of the ordinary. The little things started to add up. Out of the blue she started having lunch with her sister during the week. I had no hard evidence but every time I asked her what was wrong I got the same old excuses. Nothing was the same anymore.

When I'd finally had enough, one day I followed her when she mentioned another lunch date. I hung back in my rental and watched as she dropped our children off at her mothers. She had on jeans and a tank top so she wasn't dressed smoking hot for some illicit rondevu or so I thought. When she drove away, I called her sister's cell to confirm their lunch date as I followed her staying about three car lengths back. She answered on the second ring.

"Steve, what do I owe the pleasure of your call?" I had to be careful not to tip my hand.

"I'm planning a little get to get together for next weekend and needed to know if you've got anything scheduled?'

"Let me look in my phone," she said as her phone went quiet for a few seconds. Then I heard it.

"Mom, can I have a drink?"

"Just a second honey, mommy's on the phone with Uncle Steve." She came back on. "Nope, nothing scheduled. Also tell my wayward sister to call me once in a while will you. I know she's busy with the kids, but a call once in a while wouldn't kill her."

"No problem, I'll give her the message and will get back to you about next weekend." Shit, not again. That's when I lost her at the next stoplight.

Vicki went through a yellow and I was about to run the red when cars filled the intersection. I watched as her car went down one more block and then took a right. Come on damn it. Change!

When the light finally changed I floored it. I took the right and then nothing. There was no sign of her car. I drove around the area for about an hour even perusing the parking lot of two motels in the area. Nothing. I called her cell phone. It went right to voice mail. Shit, shit, shit!

I drove home and waited for her to return. I felt like a drink but thought the better of it. I needed to have a clear head when she finally came home. At 4:30 she walked in dragging Dale and Kerri.

"Steve, what are you doing home so early," a surprised Vicky said struggling to maneuver both kids through the front door." I got up and helped her.

"I had a light afternoon and figured I'd come home to be with my wife. How was your lunch with Amber?"

"Nice," was all she said.

"Where did you guys eat anyway?" Her eyes got wide and she didn't reply right away.

"That new salad place over on Vineland. I don't remember the name but it was nice. Why don't you make yourself useful and grab their bags from the car while I put them down for a little nap."

There was no smoking gun in her car. I was hoping for something to tell me where she'd been for the last couple of hours. I was angry but played the good husband. 

With the kids down for the count, I watched as Vicki stripped and walked into the shower. "Dale might have a touch of the flu. He threw up on me when I picked him up at Mom's."

"You want company?"

"No, just going to do a quick wash up. What do you want for dinner tonight?" Food was the last thing on my mind. "How about we bring in a couple of pizzas?"

"Sounds good," Vicki said stepping out of the shower. I moved next to her while she dried off. No visual marks anywhere I could see. This was her third fake lunch with her sister. I remembered how it started with Lucy. The lies were there and the decrease in lovemaking but I had no actual proof. Now I wish I'd had Vicki sign a pre-nup like I had with Lucy. I was fucked.

Dinner was quiet, too quiet. While my two kids ate, I watched as Vicki played with her slice of pizza. Was it guilt?

I helped get the kids ready for bed. I usually wound them up with a little rough housing but tonight I didn't have it in me. A story, a kiss and hug and that was it for tonight. 

Vicki walked around like she was in a trance until I snuck up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her on the neck.

"Steve, not tonight," she said trying to pull away from me.

"If not tonight when?" I said angrily. "For Christakis it's been almost two weeks. When do you plan on taking care of business at home?"

"Steve, please not tonight. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. I promise."

"Fine," I said sarcastically, walking towards my home office. She just doesn't want me to find out she was with someone else this afternoon, I thought slamming then locking the door.

The e-mail I sent to the attorney that handled my divorce with Lucy was short and right to the point. Go ahead with the information I sent you yesterday. File under adultery and I want custody of my kids. I'll get back to you tomorrow but I need this done yesterday. 

I knew I had no evidence that Vicki cheated on me, but the circumstantial evidence was overwhelming. For the second time, I had married a great caregiver but a lousy wife. This time however, I wasn't waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was cutting her loose before not later.

I slept on the couch in my office. I was on my way to work before anyone else in the house was stirring. I had a lot to do today. I froze all our bank assets. I didn't close the credit cards, but I reduced their daily limit. My shark sent me a rough draft by noon. After making a few minor changes, I faxed it back to him. I had the revised divorce paperwork faxed to me by 5:00. For enough money; anything can be done in a day. However, I told him not to file until I got back with him. Tonight would suck but it had to be done.

I came home to a quiet house. "Vicki," I yelled.

"I'm in the kitchen," was the monotone reply I received. 

I opened my briefcase and took out the manila envelope. Mine as well get it over with, I thought walking into the kitchen.

Vicki was sitting at the kitchen table, a glass of wine in front of her. She had that far away look in her eyes again. Maybe she some how figured out that I knew.

"You want something to drink?" she asked walking towards the refrigerator.

"A beer would be nice."

She opened a Corona and placed it in front of me. "The kids are staying with my parents tonight." She then took a long swallow of wine. "I need to talk to you about something and you're not going to like it."

I almost said, I already know, but figured this was her show and I just sat there sipping on my beer fingering the envelope.

"For the last month, when I told you I was having lunch with my sister, I lied. I was seeing someone." I almost jumped up and called her a fucking tramp but held my tongue.

"Steve, I've got a brain tumor. Doctor Keup and his staff over the last three weeks have been doing every test know to man to figure out just how bad it is." I was stunned. "Yeah, I had the same reaction. For a while I've been having headaches and having trouble focusing. I figured I was just tired and needed more sleep. No matter how much sleep I got, I still felt off. That's when I went to our G.P. and had a full checkup." She took another long drink. "He couldn't find the problem so he referred me to a specialist."

"Wait a minute," I said leaning forward. This has been going on for months and you never told me something was wrong."

"Steve, when I wasn't feeling up to snuff and turned you down at night you got angry. I wanted to make love with you, but I just didn't have it in me and I didn't want to get into another argument." I slipped the envelope off the table onto my lap.

"Last week I had a Cat Scan and an MRI to confirm what Dr. Keup suspected. Steve, I'm so sorry," she blurted out before breaking down.

I was at her side in less than a second. For the next twenty minutes her head was buried in the nap of my neck. She would stop for a few seconds and then start again. About this time, in my mind I was calling myself a lot of ugly names. How could I think this woman would cheat on me?

I pulled her off my shoulder and looked into those red eyes. "Tell me, what did he say today?"

It took her about a minute to compose herself. "He said that if I don't have surgery, and soon, I'm going to die. I don't want to die!" she wailed reaching for me again.

So the next two hours went and by 8:00 I'd gotten most of what Dr. Keup had said today.

"He wants the two of us in his office tomorrow morning at 9:00 so he can discuss what comes next. I'm so sorry," she said for the second time.

"Vicki, this isn't your fault and together we're going to beat this. You hear me?" She nodded her head but I know she didn't believe me. She was scared and so was I.

By 10:00 she had collapsed on the bed. No wonder she'd looked out of it over the last couple of weeks. She had to be going nuts not knowing. I didn't want to worry you, was her excuse for not telling me. While she slept, I beat myself up on the inside.

The next morning, we stopped for coffee and a bite to eat. Neither of us was hungry but needed caffeine if we were to make it through today.

Dr. Keup was I estimated in his early fifties. He laid it all out showing me the x-rays and explaining what he was proposing.

"Mr. Moore it's not good but I believe I can remove the tumor with hopefully no permanent damage to your wife's brain."

"What are the odds of her coming out of it like she was before this growth attached itself to her."

"Mr Moore, like I told your wife, she has an eighty percent chance of living a normal life if we operate soon. I just don't know at this moment if the tumor is malignant. That will change the odds tremendously and not in her favor."

"When can you do the surgery?"

"I have an opening for next Tuesday and if you agree, we've got a lot to do before then." To me there wasn't an option.

A full physical including blood work is how it started. X-rays, another MRI and a bunch of other tests I didn't fully understand, my bride had to endure. Her parents kept our kids but we made sure to see them or at least call them every night.

On the night before the surgery we were lying in bed trying to some how get even a little sleep. It wasn't working. The only thing I heard was her breathing, and the knowing I was awake, she spoke without so much as looking at me.

"I found it in the trash Sunday." My heart stopped for a brief moment. "I was emptying the household wastebaskets when I saw the envelope balled up sitting on the top. I don't know why I took it out and opened it but now I wish to God I hadn't." She went quiet.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered in her ear. "I thought it was happening to me all over again. I should have talked to you."

"But, you didn't. You thought so little of me that you'd divorce me without even talking to me first?" She went quiet again. "When this is all over, one way or another, I'm leaving you, and I'm not sure if I'm coming back." I said nothing. My actions had already spoken for me.

The surgery took nine hours. I sat in the waiting room until I couldn't any longer. I gave the receptionist my cell number and started walking the grounds. I felt lower than whale shit for what I'd almost done, but the only thing I truly wanted was for my bride to live; even if it was without me.

I felt my phone vibrate and read the text. I ran for the waiting room and Dr. Keup.

He looked almost as tired as I felt.

"I believe we got it all," he said pulling off his cap. "We sent cuttings down to our lab and the initial prognosis is that the tumor was benign." I let out the breath I'd been holding since our conversation started. 

"Can I see her?"

"Not right now. Why don't you go home, get some rest, have a bite to eat, and come back later tonight. By then she will be in a room and you can stay all night if you wish." I took his suggestion.

I called everyone and gave them the good news, also telling them to stay away until I let them know she was up for visitors. I thanked her mom for watching the kids and said I'd stop over on my way back to the hospital.

I showered, shaved and had a full breakfast at Denny's not knowing when I'd have time to eat again. I told my children there mommy was doing fine and they'd be able to see them in a couple of days. They wanted to go with me and couldn't understand why not.

"She's really going to be fine isn't she?" her mom asked walking me out to my car. 

"The doctor said she's going to need a lot of rest, but she going to be just fine in a month or two."

"I hope then the two of you can work through your problems. It would be a shame for the two of you to break up after all of this." I gave her a surprised look. "Yeah, she told me everything. Now I'll tell you what I told her. All marriages take work and if you don't talk to one another, you mine as well pack it in because it's not going to last. You should have talked to my daughter when you first suspected something was going on and she should have told you when she first realized she was sick. You two have been given a second chance. Don't blow it." With a hug and kiss on the cheek I headed back to the hospital and my wife.

The nurse at the desk told me to go right in. "Your wife woke up about a half hour ago and wondered where you were. I told her you went home to change and to get something to eat. She's still groggy so if she fades out on you and goes back to sleep don't worry."

"Thank you for everything you've done."

"Don't thank me, Dr. Keup did the surgery."

The lights were out in the room but the blinds had been pulled back. The lights from the cars in the parking lot and out in the street bounced off her ceiling and traveled down her walls. She turned to face me when the door closed. I walked to her bedside and grabbed for her hand.

"How are you feeling?"

In a soft voice she said, "Thankfully I'm still drugged up and can't feel a thing but when the good drugs wear off I'll probably start to feel some pain. Thank God I've got this thing,' she said holding up what looked like a red call button. "If and when I start to have any pain, I push this button and I get a shot of pain reliever. Neat huh? Only problem it that you can only push it once an hour. That's so you don't over dose." I kissed the top of her bandaged head.

"Love the new haircut. You going punk on me?" When she gave me a small smile I knew I'd broken the ice. "I'm sorry you found the divorce papers. After you told me about your condition I crumbled them up and tossed them in the trashcan outside. How did you find them?"

"Someone's dog must have knocked over our trashcan and when I collected everything, I saw the envelope on the top when I went to dump the kitchen trash. The only reason I opened it was because I could see my name on the outside and I knew I'd never seen it before. " She went quiet again but never took her eyes off mine. "Imagine my surprise when I saw what was inside."

I started to say I was sorry and give her my reasons but she stopped me.

"At least I know now what you really think of me."

"Vicki, it was a mistake. A horrible mistake."

"Damn right it was." 

Neither one of us said anything after that. Vicki lay back down on the bed and closed her eyes. Me? I just sat there in that uncomfortable plastic chair and held her hand until she fell back asleep. It was going to take more than an, I'm Sorry, this time around.

I spent the week going from work to the hospital. I snuck my little ones in on Thursday, which scored me points with Vicki. There were tears, hugs and even a bit of laughter. That is before we got caught and kicked out.

The following week I took Vicki home. I spent three days seeing to her every need, and then was replaced by her mother. I brought home dinner most night, telling her mother she had a husband at home that probably missed her.

"If I know my husband, he's in seventh heaven doing all the things I never let him do. After all this it'll take me a month to retrain him again." I knew she loved Herb to death and I felt bad for him because of all the hours she was spending at our house. But every time I tried to kick her out she'd remind me that I was the breadwinner of the family and that the bills were going to be rolling in soon.

"Don't worry, I'll be gone soon and then you'll have to deal with my daughter and that I don't envy you that job." Then she moved in close and whispered in my ear. "You talk to her yet?"

"Tried to, but she wasn't ready yet."

"Well I suggest you do it soon. She's feeling better and if I know her, that stubborn streak is going to surface pretty damn soon." I took her advise to heart.

We were now eating as a family every night. Vicki cooked about twenty percent of the time and I took care of the other nights. My kids said I wasn't as good a cook as their mother but didn't bat an eye when I brought home pizza or Chinese. I'd gained five pounds since Vicki had come home.

Friday, with the kids hopefully asleep in bed, and no work tomorrow I moved in close to cuddle as we got ready to go to sleep. I'd kept to my side after being rebuffed a couple of times but tonight I was going to push it a bit. When I reached around her she stiffened. I went further.

"Do you want to talk or do we just call it quits and move on separately?" I said softly.




Not Again



"I'm so angry with you I could scream."

"Well then, go ahead and scream at me and get it out of your system because we've got to settle it one way or another." She turned over to face me. "How could you think I was cheating on you?"

"Okay, look at it from my perspective. You get unresponsive; we go from three to four times a week to basically none. When I approach you, you slough me off or outright lie to me. You see a pattern? It was just like my ex wife acted before everything came crashing down around me."

"But I wasn't cheating on you. I was trying to spare you the anguish until I knew for certain what was wrong with me. I guess I wasn't as good an actress as I thought."

"Don't take this wrong, but you sucked at it. Again I ask you, where do we go from here?"

"I should take the kids and leave," she said hesitantly.

"You leave, I flatten out the papers and file."

"You'd divorce me?"

"Wouldn't want to, but yes I would."

"You can be such an uncaring bastard!"

"If you'd had a partner like my ex, you'd be one too. Look, I'm sorry but if you'd told me of your suspicions none of this would have happened."

"So, it's my fault?"

"Yup. But, I'll admit I overreacted. And, I'm still a little miffed you told your mom before me."

"I had to use her for babysitting or I wouldn't have." We both stopped talking.

"I have a suggestion. Why don't we get a good nights sleep and start fresh in the morning," I said, pulling her tight.

"I have a better idea," Vicki said, leaning in to kiss me. We didn't get much sleep that night.

Six months later we were in an expensive woman's fashion store. Vicki came out wearing a red dress that would give a dead man a hard on. 

"What do you think," she asked twirling around so I could see all the sides.

"You think they'd mind if we used their dressing room for about an hour?"

"And be late for my surprise party? Not on your life." It had been one year since her surgery.

As we walked back to the car, she squeezed my hand a little tighter. "You know I love you don't you?"

"Never doubted it," I said looking at her.

"Asshole!"

"Bitch I replied," pulling her into his arms.

"I'm just glad I worked it out."

"You mean, your glad we worked it out don't you?"

"Whatever," she said slipping into the car.

Starting up the car I leaned over and kissed her. "Also, try and look surprised. Your parent's spent a lot of time putting this party together."

"I found out weeks ago, but why did you give me a heads up?"

"With all the hushed phone calls and sneaking around I wasn't going to go through that again. No more secrets. Okay?" I kissed her once more before heading out.

No more secrets.... Talk out our problems... And treat the other like it's your last day on Earth with them.

That's how we live each day now since Dr. Keup gave us our second chance.



Not Against Her Will



Okay, so she wasn’t exactly alone. Tony was there to keep her company, but he was no Mike. Mike was off on the other side of the world playing army in the jungle. Tony was a good friend and creative in bed, but she didn’t feel complete with him like she did with Mike. She supposed she should feel fortunate that her husband didn’t mind her “friendliness” with Tony, most army wives were left lonely AND horny while their husbands were gone. Mike had taken that into consideration when he put her into Tony’s care.

Sometimes this submissiveness was a good thing to wear. Giving up her will relieved her of the responsibility of deciding to sleep with someone other than other husband. It wasn’t cheating if she was given. Kevin had taught her that.

Kevin was the first dom she’d ever known and the one who’d brought her submissiveness to the surface - he’d discovered something in her she hadn’t even suspected. He'd intended to train her for Mike but he got carried away. Cassie got carried away too.

She and Mike argued badly about him. He forbade her to speak to Kevin ever again.

When Kevin spoke to her, she found herself sitting in rapt attention at her keyboard. He talked to her for hours at a time, he didn’t demand it, but suggested that she call him Master and she immediately loved the sound of the word rolling off her tongue. When they spoke on the phone, Kevin admitted he got rock-hard listening to her say it in her little-girl voice. He directed her actions until she came from his attention.

Cassie constantly thought of him, though she told Mike he was completely out of her mind after the fight. She dreamed about Kevin most nights and woke up very wet every morning. Kevin had planted the command in her mind that every time she showered, she would wash herself, masturbate and think of him. She did that. Cassie even shaved her pussy the way he’d directed her to do. Mike never suspected a thing. When he left the country, he had completely put Kevin out of his mind. Cassie had followed Mike’s instructions never to speak to Kevin again but she couldn’t put him out of her mind.

She had never been able to quantify the feelings Kevin brought out in her. He made her feel protected and desired, he was eleven years older than her and had light-years more experience in everything. If she ever said or did anything he disapproved of, he let her know and she cringed. There was some strange urge in her to please him in any and every way he desired.

Kevin had described the things he wanted to do to her and would if he ever met her. He wanted to tie her up tightly and use her in any way he saw fit until she begged him for release or fainted from sheer sexual pleasure. Then he promised he would untie her and hold her until she was okay and then he would start all over again. He scared her a little bit too, with talk of riding crops and whips, clamps and blindfolds. But somehow, she’d come to trust him and her fear was tempered with a bit of curious excitement. She didn’t know if she ever hoped to meet him - she was scared of what her reaction might be.

So as she sat on the couch, Tony’s sleeping head against her leg, Kevin wasn’t the farthest thing from her mind, but seeing him in person was. When her doorbell rang early in the evening, she expected it to be a neighborhood kid wanting to play with her daughter. But her daughter was away at Granny’s house for the summer.

Tony mumbled drowsily and sat up as she pushed his blonde head off her leg. She went to the door and he stood up and stretched. “Who is it?” he called after her.

Another knock.

“I’m coming!” she called. “Don’t get impatient!”

When she opened the door, an entirely too-familiar voice said, “I’m not used to being kept waiting.”

She’d only seen his face in pictures and heard his voice over the phone but she knew instantly who was standing on her front step.

“Oh...oh...” she stammered, frozen.

“Is that the proper way to greet your Master?” he asked, his dark eyes twinkling. She wasn’t quite sure if he was serious or joking. She’d let him know he couldn’t be her master because of Mike.

“But...but...” she still couldn’t find her tongue.

Kevin raised one eyebrow almost mockingly. “What the hell are you doing here?” Tony asked, stepping up behind Cassie. Mike had shown Kevin’s picture to Tony and told him the whole story.

“I came to finally meet my pet in person,” Kevin spoke confidently without sounding arrogant. “And you are that, correct?” he asked Cassie directly.

Her eyes wide with shock, she only nodded but felt herself back up until she pressed into Tony’s chest. She was glad when Tony slipped his arm around her, separating her from Kevin.

“You picked the damnedest time to come,” Tony said, but then turned his attention to Cassie. “Or did you tell him your husband was away for a month?”

“I...” she began but Kevin spoke for her. “She mentioned it.”

“Well, you can forget this!” Tony said, pulling Cassie behind him. “And take your ass back to wherever it came from.”

Kevin only smiled, his eyes hard as steel. “You can’t be with her all the time, soldier boy. And I don’t think she will deny me if you aren’t around holding her back.”

Cassie bowed her head against the small of Tony’s back, glad Kevin couldn’t see her face. She knew though that Tony could feel her trembling. She couldn’t possibly refuse a direct request from Kevin.

“I feel you, sweetheart,” Kevin said to Cassie. “I smell your excitement, your fear and your anticipation. Don’t worry, I’ll be back for you.”

A squeak escaped Cassie’s lips and she turned and fled back to the bedroom at the far end of the hall.

Kevin laughed, a harsh, mocking tone that made Tony want to kill him. But he turned and left the door. Tony slammed it after him and hurried to check on Cassie.

“You’ll come stay in my room tomorrow while I work,” he said. “He won’t find you there.”

Still feeling weak and confused, she said, “You know I can’t do that. Somebody would see me and that would get us all in trouble.” Tony knew that was true. 

“Then I’ll take some leave and stay here with you,” he promised.

“Tony,” she finally got control of herself. “I’ll be okay. They won’t give you leave while most of the company is gone, we both know that. I’ll just go shopping or something. He scares me. I don’t want to be with him.” That wasn’t a complete lie, it was partially true. But there was that submissive part of her that was thrilled he had come so far to see her and she had become wet at first sight of Kevin.

Tony walked to work the next morning from her house, leaving her waking slowly. She’d promised to get up and out early and not return until he was off work that afternoon.

Cassie woke and showered. She tried to tell herself to hurry but that small part of her that still thought of itself as Kevin's turned traitor on her. It used every opportunity to slow her down.

She finished dressing though, in a short sleeveless mini-dress and white bikini panties and was just pulling on sandals when she heard her front door open. Thinking Tony must’ve forgotten something, she called his name and went to meet him.

Kevin stood at the end of the hallway and watched her as she moved towards him. She felt his spell descend over her like a heavy security blanket.

“You...” she sighed, knowing that ordering him out was impossible. If she had the strength to do it, she had no doubt he would honor her wishes and leave, but she could never bring herself to say no to him.

“Show me,” he said simply, his voice deep and resonating through the empty spaces in her body.

Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, bowed low before him and stretched out her bare arms to him, just the way he’d instructed. With her face to the floor, she couldn’t see him but she could feel him move closer to her, then pass her. She felt the hem of her dress lifted up and tossed above her waist.

“What is this?” he asked, disapproval evident in his voice. “You have on panties.”

“Yes, Sir,” she dared breathe.

“That’s not how I taught you to dress, my pet.” Then she felt the sting of a riding crop across both ass cheeks. Then another and finally a third, which made her cry out in pain but brought a rush of moisture between her legs.

“I’ll save any further punishment for later,” he said. “Get up now, get properly dressed and come with me.”

She stood, her knees like water, threatening to drop out from under her at any moment. Her panties came off and she left them lying in the hall, very conspicuously damp.

He stood by the door and held it for her to go out.

“Kevin, I can’t...” was all she managed to say.

“There is only one word you will use to address me,” he said. “And you well know what that is. Remember when we first began to speak to each other? I taught you the safe word to use when something I did crossed your limits. I will not respond to ‘no’ or ‘can’t’.”

Cassie did remember the safe word. It was “red” for stop, but she could not bring herself to utter it. Instead, she said, “Yes Master” very quietly and she went out the door.

He put her into the passenger seat of a non-descript blue sedan. When he settled into the driver’s seat, he turned to her and said, “Spread your legs, sweetheart. As far apart as you can.” When she did, he pulled her dress up around her waist.

There was a tingle of fear in the pit of her stomach. She was purely at his mercy. 

Kevin pulled a silk scarf from his pocket and tied her left knee to the gearshift. “If you pull away, you’ll tear up the transmission,” he told her. “I can’t buy the rental company a new car and I don’t think you can either.” She shook her head.

After the knot was tight, Kevin reached over between her legs nonchalantly, sending a shock through her whole nervous system. His eyes met hers not unkindly and he smiled, “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” She was so wet that his hand came away sticky.

Part of her was reeling from finally feeling his touch and part of her was pushing the tears down her cheeks, knowing that she was betraying her husband. She felt powerless to stop though.

As Kevin started the car and pulled out into traffic, he first sniffed his finger, then sucked the glaze off of it.

“Oh yes,” he smiled. “Just what I expected. Sweet and clean, just like I told you to be. You’ve been taking excellent care of my pussy, slave.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He smiled at her reassuringly and her heart melted.

Thirty minutes later, he pulled into a parking garage downtown. During the whole drive, he’d caressed her thighs, pinched her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress and gently rubbed the soft hair between her legs. She was so worked up that the slightest touch on her clit would send her shuddering into long orgasms. He knew that and he only laughed at her tension, never putting a finger between the swollen lips of her pussy.

“You’ll cum when I’m ready for you to,” he said. “When I can enjoy it. I’m hard as a rock right now and want to feel that tight little tunnel contracting around my dick.”

“Yes Sir,” she said, not able to keep a soft smile off her face at the thought of feeling him inside her.

“You are my sweet pet,” he said, cupping her chin in his hand. “You’ll do anything I say, won’t you darlin’?”

She nodded, losing all sense of who she was. Right now, she only existed to serve and please him, his pleasure becoming her pleasure. She had no responsibility in the world except to him.

He led her by the hand into the hotel, up to the twelfth floor and to his room, which overlooked the crowded beach. As soon as he closed the door, he spoke only one word. “Strip.”

A hot blush raced over her body, as she was flooded with embarrassment, but she removed the dressed quickly. Her nipples crinkled up in the cool air and stood at attention.

“Spread your legs slightly,” he directed. “Arms straight out.”

She saw him take the riding crop that hung at his side and drop it on the bed. Cassie followed his movements with a turn of her head until he noticed her.

“Eyes straight ahead.” She jerked her eyes forward. She wasn’t able to see what he was doing but she could hear him rummaging in a drawer. Then she felt him behind her again and saw his arms come around her shoulders. Before her, he held a thick black blindfold. Cassie stood still as he tied it on her. Her vision was taken away.

Her arms were growing tired already as she waited for his next instruction.

“I want to see every bit of you,” he said. “I want to make sure you didn’t lie to me when you described yourself to me.”

The hard cold feel of the riding crop stroked across her shoulders and down her back, trailing with slight pressure between her ass cheeks. Then she felt nothing.

“Yes, there’s that birthmark on your hip,” he said, striking her a stinging blow directly on the birthmark.

She flinched, not from pain, but from surprise.

Next she felt the crop trace along the underside of her left arm, then her right arm. There was another light blow in her right forearm. “The burn scar,” he said simply.

Cassie was so amazed that he recalled these details she’d only described to him once and that had been many months ago.

Her skin tingled now and she barely felt the burn in her triceps as she held her rigid posture. Everywhere the tip of the crop touched, she felt her skin’s sensitivity heighten until it seemed she could feel the very dust particles in the air.

The crop drew over her breasts, lingering roughly on each nipple. Kevin smacked each one lightly until they were hard enough to cut diamonds. That brought a moan of pleasure from her lips.

“Ah,” he sighed, “You like that.”

She nodded. 

There was a painful lash across the front of her thighs that made her gasp in surprise.

“Is that how you answer me, with a nod? Have you suddenly forgotten who I am?”

“No Master!” she cried, wanting to rub her hands across her stinging thighs but not daring to move her arms.

Kevin repeated the pleasurable flicking of her nipples, making her whimper.

“Tell me if you like it, my pet.”

“Yes Sir,” she said. “I like that.”

He continued the movement. “You like what?”

“I like when you rub my nipples that way,” she said, blushing fiercely with the words.

She felt the crop moved down the length of her stomach and trace lightly into the soft blonde pubic hair. Cassie ached to have him touch her with his hands that way. She was so wet that she felt the hot stickiness on the inside of her thighs.

“You have given me a beautiful body, my little slave. I intend to use it to its fullest potential.” He ran the crop up and down both her thighs.

“Open further,” he instructed and she moved her feet apart until she felt her moist pussy lips open and cold air caress the pebble-hard clit.

The crop again moved between her legs, now getting wet between her labia. Every time it bumped against her clit, she moaned.

“No, no, no,” Kevin warned gently. “Don’t even think about an orgasm yet, sweetheart. It’s way too early.” He still kept the crop between her legs but stayed well away from the clit.

“Relax,” he whispered, his mouth very close to her ear. “Bring your arms down slowly. Relax all your muscles.” As he said this, Cassie felt the handle end of the hard crop pushing steadily inside her. It was small but the feeling was so invasive and unnatural. She gasped deeply and tried to pull away.

“Don’t move!” he commanded sternly and she froze, breathing raspy puffs through her mouth as he pushed the crop into her deeper and deeper.

Finally she did feel pain and she cried out. Kevin had felt it meet the resistance of her cervix and was not forcing it any farther. Instead, he drew it out slower and pushed it in again somewhat faster.

She started to pant and felt herself losing her balance as he fucked her with the riding crop. He offered a steadying arm around her hips and said, “Hold my shoulder.”

With a small unsteady hand, she reached out and held his bare shoulder tightly.

“Are you about to cum, my love?” he asked.

“I think so,” she admitted, glad it seemed like he was going to allow it.

But suddenly he pulled the crop out of her and moved quickly away from her.

“Noooo!” she cried out, her body contorting with the pain of stopping just before her orgasm.

Kevin only laughed with amusement. “Is there something you’d like to say?”

“Please let me cum, Kevin!” she begged. “Please! This hurts!”

“What did you call me?” he asked.

“I’m sorry Master!” she cried. “Please!”

Another laugh. “I’ll overlook that for now. But I’m not ready for you to cum yet. Put your legs together and stand up straight.”

She did as she was told and had to fight the urge to rub her thighs together to bring her own orgasm.

Cassie felt him pass by her but could not reach out to touch him as bad as she wanted to. She heard the curtains open, then the sliding door. Warm air rushed in.

Kevin approached again and this time took her by the hand.

“Master?” she asked with trepidation, “Where are you taking me?” She was afraid she already guessed his answer.

Though the blindfold cut out her sight, she could see she had stepped into bright light. And her skin grew hot, a summer sun beating down on her. He let go of her and she heard a patio chair scrape across concrete.

“I’m sure you know we are on the balcony,” he informed her.

“Yes Sir,” she said, trying to cover herself with her arms. She felt so exposed and so vulnerable.

“Be still,” he told her. “Arms down.”

The safe word loomed in neon in the back of her mind, but she’d been told that was only to stop from being physically hurt. Was this really hurting her in any way, or just hurting her pride?

“There are quite a few people on the beach looking up at you, Cassie,” he said. She could hear a couple of whistles of appreciation from below. “There are other guests on their balconies watching too.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked, hot tears of humiliation threatening.

Kevin was up and quickly behind her. She flinched, thinking she’d committed a serious error by questioning him.

Instead, he grabbed her long hair and yanked her chin up, exposing her neck. He kissed it lightly and whispered as he nibbled her earlobe. “I’m doing this because I’m proud of this beautiful body I own,” he said, cupping one of her breasts now. “I want the world to see my wonderful slave. And I’m doing this because I can!”

He laughed that devilish laugh again that sent shivers down her spine. But his pride in her made her stand up a little taller, her own pride in his adoration made her want to please him in any way he might ask.

“Come inside,” he said, guiding her with one arm around her. “The accommodations weren’t exactly my ideal choice for recreation, but I made due.” She had no idea what he meant by that.

He led her to the bed. “Lie down spread eagle on your back,” he instructed.

Cassie did so willingly. She wasn’t afraid of him anymore. Any wish was gladly her command. She waited and felt him loop something soft but firm around both of her wrists and she felt her arms outstretched again. The muscles still sang from the earlier exertion but she put that out of her mind. She only wondered with anticipation what he would do next.

She felt a bar placed between her legs and her ankles lashed to it. Then there was a mechanical clicking sound and she felt her legs pulled up off the bed. As the sound continued, the legs were drawn up until they were almost over her head, stretching her spine to its maximum. It opened and exposed her very wet pussy and put her ass in a most assailable position. Then the lifting stopped.

“That’s wonderful,” he breathed. She felt the bed creak with his weight. “And it’s all mine.”

Some little part of her brain wanted to disagree with him and remind her of her husband but that part died a quick and painless death when she felt Kevin’s first kiss on her damp thigh. She squirmed slightly with the pleasure.




Not Against Her Will



“Don’t move,” he said. “No matter what I do, you don’t move. Is that understood?”

“Yes Sir,” she said breathlessly, not sure if she could physically comply with that order or not.

He returned to his gourmet meal and proved to be a true connoisseur of the dish he was enjoying. Every time she moaned, gasped, or moved her hips, he gave her a resounding, open-handed slap on her ass until it was bright crimson.

As soon as her breath came in short hitches, he pulled his face away.

“Oh, please not again!” she begged. “Please let me cum! I’ve got to cum now!”

Another hard swat on her bottom. “You don’t have to do anything I don’t tell you to do, is that clear?”

There were tears in her eyes behind the blindfold as she cried, “Yes Master.”

“Now,” he said, “We’re going to do this a bit more traditionally.” First she felt him reach up and remove her blindfold. Thought the room was dim, she had to blink several times until her eyes adjusted. Kevin was kneeling between her open legs now, his face only inches above her. She’d never seen him like this before and she could only stare up at him with open admiration and wonder. His face was wet with her juices and when he leaned down to kiss her mouth gently, she tasted her own salty flavor.

There was pressure between her legs now and she felt him rub his dick up and down her very wet lips to moisten it. Cassie had a moment of blind fear because she’d seen the size of him in a picture he’d sent to her. It was bigger than any she’d had before and she expected it to hurt.

He was not gentle as he entered her with one long, slow push. When it kept going and the pain grew, she cried out and dug her fingernails into his shoulders until they left bright red crescents there. Still he didn’t stop. In fact, he pushed harder.

Kevin continued this, thrusting in and out until she could accommodate him. Cassie had thrashed her head side to side, trying not to scream and her hair obscured her face. He stopped, feeling himself nearing his own orgasm, and just rested inside her. Propped on one arm, he used the other hand to uncover her face.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently.

She nodded and he realized she’d bit her lip so hard there was a small trickle of blood running slowly down the side of her mouth.

“One more thing then, darling,” he said, “Then you can have the strongest orgasm of your young life.”

He hated to do it, but he slid out of her. Her muscles down there were so tight it felt as if they were trying to hold him inside. Kevin accidentally let his own grunt of pleasure when he felt this.

“You trust your Master, don’t you?” he asked. “Completely,” she whispered.

“And you would do anything I wanted?” 

She nodded. “Yes Sir.” It was good to be able to see his face, to watch his lips form those words that echoed in her head.

“And you would do anything I commanded?” He loved the earnestness in her face as she said, “Anything.”

He patted her cheek lightly and stood, going to dig through his toy drawer again. When he returned, he had two items - a set of nipple clamps and a rubber ball gag. As he fit the gag onto her, he explained what he was about to do.

“I know you don’t like anal sex,” he said, and her eyes went wide and white at the very mention of the term. “You said it always hurt you.”

Cassie nodded emphatically. Now she knew why he’d put the gag in her mouth.

“I’m going to get you over that fear,” he said.

She shook her head and begged him with her eyes as he unwound the chain that connected the clamps. She’d seen that kind before, the kind that tightened as tension was put on the chain.

He clipped each one on a small, pale nipple, still explaining. “The pain in your nipples will help keep your mind off any pain down here,” he smacked her ass.

Kevin stepped away from the bed once more and returned squeezing a generous amount of KY jelly onto his very hard penis. He took another glob and spread the cold wet stuff all around Cassie’s anus.

“It will only hurt until the head is past the muscle,” he told her, taking his position between her legs. "The less you fight it, the easier it will be."

Cassie continued to shake her head violently and try to twist free from her restraints.

“It will not be as bad if you just relax,” he said in a quiet, soothing tone. “Relax...” he repeated, drawing out the last syllable. “Do it to please me, my lovely slave. It will make your Master very happy to fuck your sweet little ass.”

Against all her common sense, Cassie found herself nodding. She desperately wanted to please him and felt herself begin to relax into a trance-like state created sheerly by the sound of his voice.

“Yes, baby girl, relax those muscles. Let me in...”

With the same kind of slow, steady stroke, he pushed his way in, feeling it squeeze him so tightly it was almost painful for him.

She shrieked as well as she could around the yellow ball, trying to shout the safe word but she still couldn’t bring herself to utter it. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to get away from him.

As Kevin began the outward stroke, he tugged on the chain between her nipples. Cassie’s face contorted and he knew that had lessened her concentration on the pain in her ass.

Pumping slowly, he alternately tugged her nipples and stroked her clit. Then as he felt his own release approaching rapidly, he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

As soon as he felt her start to pulse and contract on his fingers, he let go and came, filling her ass with hot, thick semen. When he withdrew from her ass, the contractions started again with renewed strength and he kept flicking her clit until all the tension left her body and she collapsed, seemingly lifeless.

Kevin withdrew the two fingers, wiped them dry on the spread, then checked Cassie’s condition. She had fainted. Her pulse was very rapid but strong and steady and her breathing was already beginning to return to normal. 

Very gently, he climbed off her and removed her gag, wiping away the saliva. He let her legs down, freed them, then removed the restraints from her wrists.

“Cassie, wake up,” he called softly, lying beside her and pulling her into his arms. “Little girl, come back to me.”

She heard him calling from a great distance and found herself trying to swim towards his voice. When she came fully conscious, she realized she was lying safe in her Master’s strong arms and all the pain was gone now. This was the reward for her endurance, perfect safety and security. She closed her eyes and wept confusion and release into his neck.

Shortly afterwards they both fell asleep.

Kevin awoke in the middle of the evening feeling Cassie fighting against an invisible foe. She was shouting, “Red! Red! Red!” repeatedly in her sleep. That was their safe word and it meant he’d gone too far and caused her unbearable pain.

“Cassie, wake up! Now!”

She struggled with him, still crying “Red!”

“What hurts, Cassie? What’s hurting you so bad?”

She finally came fully awake and heard his last question, only barely aware of what she’d been crying. But in answer to that question, she pointed to her chest.

Kevin didn’t quite understand what she meant and the look on his face showed that. She clarified. “My heart hurts! I can’t stand it! I want my husband!” Her heart was breaking from the betrayal she knew she’d just committed.

He held her and spoke kind, quiet words to her until she drifted back into an uneasy sleep. Maybe he should feel guilty about manipulating her the way he’d done, but he knew she had liked it. It was something she’d wanted badly and that her husband could never have given her.

This kept Kevin awake for some time. Just as all the light had faded from the sky, he stepped out onto the balcony for a cigarette. He stood a moment, listening to the constant sound of the surf. If he left the door open, he was sure it would quickly lull him back to sleep when he got back in bed.

He tapped out the butt, went to the bathroom to take a leak, then headed around the corner. Just as he passed the door, he heard the sound of several people outside it. Then there was pounding on it.

“Open up sir,” a male voice called. “We need to ask you a couple of questions.”

Annoyance washed over him but he called, “Just a minute.”

As he was reaching for a bathrobe, the door burst open, the bellhop jingling the master key in the lock. At this intrusion, Cassie woke up.

“What the hell is this?” Kevin shouted, tying his robe.

An MP and a civilian cop followed the employee into the room with Tony behind them.

“You’re about to be arrested for kidnapping,” Tony shouted accusingly, hurrying to Cassie.

Kevin laughed, a very rude sound this time. “I didn’t kidnap anyone. Just ask her.”

Everyone turned their attention to Cassie, who was barely awake enough to know what was going on around her. Both Kevin and Tony demanded an answer but it wasn’t the same answer they both wanted.

“You didn’t go with him willingly,” Tony stated. “I know you’d not do a stupid thing like that!”

Cassie thought back to the last couple of hours - prompted by the dull ache in the vicinity of her tailbone - to all the pain Kevin had caused her while she was here. It would be so easy to say she’d been forced. But she remembered how safe and warm she'd felt falling asleep in his arms.

“I went willingly,” Cassie whispered, her eyes locking on Kevin’s.

He’d never doubted she’d back him up. He knew what lay deep in her heart and knew he was safe there.

“You’re not staying here,” Tony said. 

“I know,” she sighed, bowing her head. Kevin didn't protest.

When she was alone with Tony that night , he asked, “Why did you lie for that bastard? You had no intention of going with him. Why didn’t you tell the cops the truth? They could’ve locked him up.”

The answer wasn’t an easy one for her to admit, even to herself. Finally she just said, “He’s my Master.”