28 comments/ 23657 views/ 4 favorites Oh For the Love of a Brown Eyed By: chilleywilley "Tis all fiction, not a word is true! If you believe that god knows all things, then it follows that what is to be will be, the future is predetermined, unchangeable, and therefore there is no free will. If you agree with that, then at the moment of creation it must have been written in god's cosmic plan that my wife would divorce me and in so doing she carried out god's will three years ago. And with my blessing, because God's will or not, it was probably for the best as we really did have irreconcilable differences, and in asking for a divorce, she gave voice to what I was thinking. I've always thought that once you decide to divorce your wife, there's no point in telling her she can't cook, so I mostly succeeded in not saying anything cruel, or even negative to or about her amidst the pain of divorce, and there's no need to do so now, other than to say what she is looking for in life is something quite different from what I am, and she was a fool for not realizing that before marriage. I don't regret those years because she gave me a beautiful baby boy, but I do regret that she took him with her as I was unable to be custodial parent. It took six months for the divorce to become official. I celebrated receipt declaring the dissolution of the marriage by myself, well my son was with me, but the finality of a divorce from his mother was not something to share with him. I've not been as lonely as I expected, mostly because of a heavy overload at work, and caring for my son most weekends left little time, energy, or frankly desire for a social life. I'm self employed with an erratic work load over which I have little control, so even during periods when there's lots of work, I hate to turn any away because in a few months there may be very little work, hence make hay while the sun is shining. While I have not been actively looking for female companions, I've been thinking about what I would like. Now we are all different in our tastes in women and this internet age is a problem. Before the internet age we couldn't be so particular because we never saw all that many naked women. I seriously doubt my father saw more than a handful of adult vaginas in his life but now in three minutes can see a hundred of them, and there are a lot of differences! I like the ones whose inner lips are big, that protrude past the puffier outer lips. I think I'd just love to suck on those lady bits, and the more and bigger they are the better. Haven't seen one in the flesh, and I can't say how common such pussies are, but there's a website that specialized in pictures of women on their hands and knees, and about half show the pussy and ass from the rear, and or theses, about one in 40 or 50 has the labia minor poking out. And while we are on the subject, I like the smell of a pussy, and a hairy pussy smells better. May be weird to some, but it's how god made them. A second female characteristic that I don't care so much for pink nipples, I like the darker ones, and probably not coincidentally, such women often have hairy pusses', or maybe the dark hair just looks thicker. Which is probably good because the one dark haired woman I knew who shaved, her pussy looked like Homer Simpson's chin. I dated some young women, but nothing clicked. The dating scene is something else, isn't it? I began thinking I should look for someone closer to my own age and somebody who, like me, was not much interested in casual, promiscuous sex. If they had some kids, I was all right with that too. I spent a few months idly looking, took a few people out for lunch or dinner and nothing clicked until one day something inside me changed. I felt the fog of broken love lifting, it's taken over two years, but finally I'm feeling better and damn near all women are looking really good to me again. In fact I've noticed a nice looking woman in the supermarket a couple of times in the last month or so...didn't see any rings on her left hand. A week later she was in the checkout line, a couple of people behind me and I caught her eye, smiled, and she nodded and returned the smile. As I left with my groceries, she was still in line; I stalled a bit, looking at the video rental machine at the door so as to let her catch up. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, coming towards me so I headed towards the door just ahead of her. I intended to hold the door for her, make eye contact again, say hello and imagined we would fall in love and live happily ever after, except that I couldn't hold the door for her because it opened automatically when I stepped in front of it, which I guess had known, but momentarily forgotten. Plans abandoned, I just carried on with the rest and with heart pounding turned to greet her as she emerged onto the sidewalk: "I hope you'll excuse me for speaking to you like this, but I've noticed you a few times in here, and I'd like to introduce myself, I'm Jason Cobb, and I hoped you might have time to walk over to the coffee shop and visit for a bit?" "Oh, no problem, I'm Leah. I'd love to, really, but I have perishables in the cart." "Oh, of course, I wasn't thinking of that, right! Ah... I hate to let this fizzle to dust." I smiled and asked: "Reconsider for another time, hopefully in the next few days?" She looked conflicted, which shifted to a lovely smile: "Ah Jason. I don't...I'm not really...Ok. I really don't have the time right now, I have to pick up my kids, but how about tomorrow night, about 7:30 at the Starbucks on DeKalb pike? I'll need to be home by 8:30. How's that?" "That will be fine. No need to get duded up. I'll be there." As she reached out to touch my arm, she said: "Jason, I'm glad you stopped to chat too. I've noticed you as well" "My pleasure Leah...ah?" "Chalmers" I didn't quite hear or understand what she said. "Say again?" That lovely smile: "Chalmers, my name is Leah Chalmers." "Oh. Indeed. Well till then." The following evening I arrived a few minutes early, planning on waiting to place my order until she arrived, but the door barely shut before she came in right behind me. "Leah, I am delighted. I got here a little early so as not too be late." "The same here, for fear of being late I'm here a bit early too.., not wanting to keep you waiting and all." Clearly we were both nervous. There was no line, and neither of us ordered a fancy drink, so were quickly sitting in hard seats chatting. Sitting sipping coffee, she opened the conversation with a pleasant laugh: "I do so love complements, so what was it about me you noticed?" "Hmm, yes what did I notice about you? Well of course the easy answer lies in generalities, but I don't think you would settle for that, would you?" "No Jason, the devil is in the details. Tell me all." "Well I'm delighted there is certainly devilment in the details that I noticed. I know how not to answer your question. Let me tell you a little story. When I was a kid, 16, 17 years old, I worked part time for a guy who had two daughters much older than me and I now realize he looked upon me as a surrogate son. We could work and talk at the same time, so one time, I suppose grasping for a conversational thread, I asked him how he met his wife. He started out rambling on about the nature of women, something I knew nothing about then, and probably haven't learned enough since...anyway, after they had been going out for a while, in a romantic mood she asked him more or less the very same question you just did. He responded to her: "I was sitting in class and looked across the room, you were sitting a couple of seats over in the same row by the window, you know, in profile. 'Had on a blouse with vertical stripes, and, those stripe went way out to here, and then way back in to here, silhouetted in the light and all, and I thought to myself boy would I like to get my hands on those." Now Jason, had I been wiser I would have told her it was her lovely eyes that attracted him to her." Leah laughed heartily and unselfconsciously. "Well, I'm nothing much up there, so if you hadn't remembered the words of that wise man just now, you were going to tell me...what?" "You're quite good up there, no man will be disappointed, nor babies go hungry....truthfully, I was following you up the aisle, and I thought the view quite nice... especially your hair." She wasn't amused, and replied with no humor: "So you got the hots for a flat chested, middle aged, over weight mother with a big ass and wire hair." "Naw, if I saw anyone like that I wouldn't have been too interested, but you should know I'm not attracted to women who look like 14 year old boys. I like natural women looking like god intended them to look, and what I saw was a woman with a lush head of jet black hair, with the promise of more where I couldn't, just at that moment, see. And of course a lovely rump with shapely legs. And a few minutes later, when I saw you from the other side, a face with glistening dark eyes, high and wide cheek bones, full lush mouth, perfectly nice boobs, and erotically rounded belly and thighs. And of course lovely legs made to wrap around a man. That's what I saw." She was listening with those glistening eyes looking into mine; silent a moment, the smile came back: "Well, you are cleverer than your mentor. What's that about that hair you can't see?" she said with twinkling eyes. I love flirting, smiling: "Noo I didn't say that." "You did. I distinctly heard you say that. What did you mean?" I chuckled: "Leah Chalmers! That is a very personal question, very intimate, and the general public needs to be protected from that information," I glanced around conspiratorially, as if looking for eve's droppers and chuckled. "Lean forward now, and I will whisper this in your ear." We were both laughing as she leaned forward a bit. "Nope! Closer yet!" She laughed again and leaned in very close: "Oh goody! Deep dark secrets! Tell me all!" I leaned in as well, placed my hand on her opposite cheek to keep her from pulling away, I was pretty sure she would welcome the intimacy, so I whispered breathily with my lips brushing her ear: "Yesss in your case dark secrets, dark hair, very thick, very dark indeed!" My fingers were toying with her hair. "I told you I like women as god made them, hmmmmh? And I was thinking that your lady bits would be covered with a lovely fur." Leah choked with laughter blushing furiously. "Oh my god! I can't believe you told me that! How very pervy you are!" More laughter she placed a hand on my arm and leaned forward a bit with a clearly false smile, "You're kidding, aren't you." I motioned her forward, but this time she bent forward eagerly, and again into her ear. "Seriously, I like a hairy pussy, I love to munch fur!" She pulled her head back in surprise, "Oh my god, you're serious!" I winked at her and nodded my head, "So Leah, now I get to ask you the big question, do you or don't you?" as I pantomimed shaving my cheek. She stared at me, eyes glanced quickly around, and still blushing with smiling eyes, silently, with exaggerated movement of her lovely lips opening wide and projecting out, mouthed the word NO, also hinting at a love of fellatio. I smiled rolled my eyes, and said: "If you own a bass boat and a bar, we can get married tonight." "WHAT? Ahh...You like to fish?" "Nah, it was a punch line for an old joke. No to the fishing, and as to owning a bar, a beer or a glass of wine is good from time to time. I really like good food, enjoy cooking and can do about anything around the house with my hands. How about you?" Well, we hit it off and exchanged contact information. She left at 9:30 because her babysitter had school the next day, I walked her to her car. "What time are your kids in bed for keeps?" She must have misunderstood because she looked alarmed: "Why do you ask?" I waved the card I wrote her phone number on. "I hoped I might call you some evening and talk, well...actually I was thinking of tonight...and naturally you wouldn't be free to talk until the children were settled in. That's what I meant." "Of course, by 9:00, and I'd love to chat tonight, maybe at ten?" We lived about 20 minutes apart. We talked quite a bit that week. That weekend our schedules didn't mesh at all so we didn't see each other, but we talked for hours on the phone. We had dinner together Tuesday, and afterwards, we snogged like teenagers for a bit in her car, hands all over, but on top of the clothing... left me with blue balls for the first time in years. We went out again Friday after a pub supper and two pints of Guinness she said: "I was wondering, this place is getting noisy and I'd like to talk awhile longer, but my mom's baby sitting at my house..." I saw the opening and finished her sentence..."my place is only 15 minutes away. You want to follow me?" "Sure, and don't worry about losing me, I programmed it into my phone." "If I must loose you, I hope it's temporary and we can blame it on mapquest!" In my apartment, I made coffee, and brought it to the sitting room. She was in the middle of the sofa, which ensured that I would sit next to her, we fell into a long kiss, and when our tongues began dancing, I brought my hand to her breast, and gently fondled it. She broke the kiss to tell me: "They're not much...and my boobs are sort of funny." "Leah, have some faith in me; I'm really liking you as a package, not focused on the various bits. Now if you had the frigate USS Constellation tattooed on one tit, and the starship Enterprise on the other, why I suppose that would distract my attention from the underlying geometry, just for a moment, you understand. That got a laugh. "However, there's no better way to convince you that your fears are groundless than to prove it to you, is there." "It's happened before." "Well let's get past this right now. Here, stand up?" I stood as well, and I cupped her face stroking her cheeks with my finger tips. "Leah put a hand on my cock." "What?" "Just so you can answer some simple questions." She was baffled, sort of frozen in place. I took her hand and placed it on my pants over my cock, and in a mock TV announcer voice said: "Now using just your bare hand, are you sure this me and not a flashlight?" She snorted in laughter, nodding, She laughed "Well while it could be electrifying, even shocking, it's certainly not a flashlight, it's bigger than any flashlight I have at home" I added, "But probably not as bright!" "From my experience, what's in my hand isn't very bright at all." "And based on your experience with men and their parts, does it seem likely that while I am fondling your lovely tit you have evidence, in hand, that suggests I am sexually excited?" "Oh absolutely, that evidence is in hand." I started to unbutton her blouse: "Now as your lovely breasts come into view, you must be alert, use all of your senses, feel carefully to see if the blood rushes from my cock, deflating it like air from a balloon! Listen carefully too, it may even make a wooshing sound" She was laughing so hard she could barely stand, "a Wooshing sound?" "Yes, we are wooing, and it is well know that in such situations, the penal blood makex wooshing sounds. It's science! Come now young woman, no laughing matter this! Why the very continuation of the species depends upon you at this moment. The first time a woman shows her breasts to her man, now that's a sacred moment, and if you screw it up by laughing, we'll only have to do it over and over again until we do it right and proper!" She was still laughing as I opened her blouse. I reached around fumbling to unhook her bra when she started kissing me. I was fumbling and not finding the clasp, bloody hell! "These kisses are distracting me from my goal." "The clasp is in the front, silly!" "Oh right! The kisses distracted me. Any wooshing sound down there?" "Well, yes a lot of wooshing going on but actually I think the blood is flowing in, not out." Good, all is right in the world. "Well, here goes, ready, get set...Go!" I opened the bra, and there were two very lovely breasts with protruding puffy nipples. "My god Leah, they are lovely, and your puffy nipples are rare treasures. I love them." I started stroking and pinching them. I spread my legs wide to lower my mouth to them. I fondled and sucked them as Leah started breathing hard. "Oh! Sorry, I got distracted. Back to science! So Mz Chalmers, would you say the experiment is a suck cess?" "Well Mr. Cobb, I am a believer, but I do need to verify the evidence...that would be the suck part, just to be assured that this deadly weapon is actually attached to you. You don't mind, do you?" "No, no certainly not! Science is based upon experimentation, and close observation with all of our senses. Carry on!" Leah squatted on her heels with knees spread wide, which put her a bit below my crotch as she unbuckled my belt, lowered the zipper and my trouser fell to my ankles. She nuzzled my balls through my underpants while she reached around to slide both hands up and down the backs of my thighs. Her hands slide over my ass cheeks and hooked the waist band of my underwear, and slowly pulled them down. I think she deliberately leaned forward a bit so my cock bonked her on the nose when it popped out. "Heavens, sir, this dangerous bit has already assaulted me. Oh! But this is a nice one you have here. It looks beautiful." She buried her nose in my groin taking several deep breaths. "It smells like a nice big cock nest in here." I assure you that there's not only a cock in the nest, but two eggs as well." Yada yada yada. We had a great rollicking time. She was a lusty wench, and I was a satyr that night. I was walking her to her car, where she said, "I've never seen anyone with nipples like mine, are they really called 'puffy nipples' and there are people who like them?" "Sure, there's a couple of notable porn star who had them, there's nothing defective or deformed, you know, some people have them, like some people have a bump on the back of their skull, and some have big ear lobes. Check out puffy nipples on Tumblr. I do....from time to time" "And you really like them? Swear to god?" "I do! Especially in the darker pigmentations, I like them, swear to god! Pink nipples with flat pink areoles are ordinary and boring. But far more important, I like you, the whole package; you're my brown eyed girl. My brown eyed girl from your lovely thick hair to your exceptionally nice feet and toes, which I didn't get to pay much attention to tonight. That the two girls are topped with such suckable nipples is a very nice bonus." I groped her tits and pinched her nipples through her clothing to emphasize the point. We had been exclusive for a couple of months, and I was head over heels in love, and she me. It was late September, which where we live means no more sleeveless tops on womenand I mentioned that now she could stop shaving. "What?" "You can stop shaving,...well do your legs if you like, but let the rest grow." "Ewww! That's gross! You were serious then! You like arm pit hair?" "I was, and it's not gross, I told you before, it's how god made you, and it turns me on to see the hair. In fact it's one of the things I like about you, you have the thickest hair I've ever seen, and I love it!" "This is America, and men like their women shaved." I pointed to my crotch, "Clearly I am a man! And I like a hairy woman." "It's not done." "From October to April, you don't wear sleeveless blouses, so who would see?" "Well I would know. I'd feel funny." "You might for the first few months, but then it gets to be normal. Your toe nails aren't painted now, do you feel funny about that?" Oh For the Love of a Brown Eyed "No, of course not. It's a pain to do them, so I only do them in warm weather...well I suppose shaving is a pain too, so I guess I could not do it. You're not kidding me, are you? You really like it? I find it hard to believe anybody likes that." "I'm serious, but look, it's easily undone, isn't it. It's not like I want you to get a tattoo! And especially when you feel the hair between your legs, think about what fun we have there." We probably weren't in love just then, but we both felt the spark from which love grows. Oddest thing though was our damn schedules; we wanted to keep our relationship from our children for a while, at least until we were serious about us, for their sake and it was a struggle to have a four or five hour block of time a week for a date. However, she shuttled between her office and the court house quite a lot, and her office was only three miles or so from my apartment, so once or twice a week she would come over for lunch, have a suck and fuck for 30-45 minutes whereupon she'd mop herself up and out the door she'd go back to wherever she was heading. We joked about her needing a cock fix. Sometimes I would be stark naked when I greeted her at the door, other times in rags, once in drag, and a couple of times I was naked, blindfolded and mock tied to a kitchen chair. Sometimes when she was running late it would be really quick, damn near a one minute fuck, she'd blow in the door wearing her full lawyer suit, we'd kiss and fondle, have a nice suckle on my cock to firm it up, she'd would push her panty hose and underpants off of her ass, lift her skirt and bend over a table, and I'd give her a hard pounding until she came and I'd shoot a load into her pussy. Later when she felt safe letting me know some of her kinks, instead of wiping and washing, she'd shove a folded paper towel over her twat, pull up her drawers to hold the juice in place as she ran out the door to go about her business. Once I handed her a face cloth cut in half, and talked her into stopping by on the way home from work so I could munch a sour cream pie. She protested that it was gross, and it sort of was at first, but it really turned her on, so thereafter we did it every few weeks and she came nearly every time. Anyway, we had lots of sex, but at most one proper date a week. She showed me how to have anal sex, which I liked from the get go. She was the first woman to stick a vibrator in whichever hole down there I wasn't using, and introduced me to butt plugs and prostrate massages. She was clearly much more experienced than me, and presumable she didn't get that experience reading a book as she jokingly claimed. She admitted to having a lot of partners, some significantly older than her who tended to be the ones to teach her the most. I didn't begrudge what she did in the past, and appreciated the skills she had developed which she now devoted to our mutual pleasure. Over coffee one afternoon, she asked: "Now just to be clear, I've been assuming we're monogamous? No dating others?" "Leah, I'm glad you brought that up. Yes, and by that I mean no open lip kissing or genital contact with others. We do nothing with others we wouldn't do with our mothers. Is that what you meant?" "Yup! Exactly so Jason! After what I went through with my P.O.S. ex husband, that is exactly what I mean." "So, Leah, there are no excuses for you, not even if he has a trim build, $500 shoes and $4,000 suit with salt and pepper hair combed over his tonsure (I was describing in her words an attorney she despised), and promises to throw any case he's opposing you on?" "Never, if the fucker's up against me, he's going to lose the case anyway. And for you, no she-bear with cum matted pussy hair with braided pits?" "Have no fear, I'll fight that she bear to save my virtue, and if I kill her, you'll have to work to keep me out of jail." She laughed and said: "Deal. Sealed with a kiss!" Which turned into a lot more. Alas, our society doesn't like women to show their sexual maturity with a display of body hair, so we had to work out a pubic hair compromise. No cutting or trimming of her pussy hair from September 1 through June 15, and only light trimming the rest of the time. She let her pits grow from October to March. To satisfy her preferences, I agreed to shave all the hair on or around my cock and balls. Fair's fair. In general living with a very good lawyer took some adjustment. She didn't take criticism well; it set off the attack dog in her. We were watching a war movie one time, where a soldier addressed an officer with "Permission to speak frankly Sir," Whereupon he voiced criticism of the officer's actions with impunity. "That's a good idea, Leah, when one of us says that, then it's warning that something unpleasant's about to be said, and the other agrees in advance not to go ballistic." While rarely used, it worked reasonably well. She was logical to a fault, showed amazing tenacity in her opinions, and she was an alpha female. I don't mean she couldn't be soft, feminine, and cuddly, but she came naturally to bossing people around. Now I'm somewhat laid back, and am happy to oblige and please others as long as I have no great objection to what is requested. But on something important to me, family, trust, furry pussy, I don't give much. We were a good match, in personnel life and in business she would go full speed ahead damn the torpedoes like an attack dog, and my role in our evening conversations was to calm her down and sometimes suggest other indirect ways that might be more effective at reaching her goal. For her part she tactfully prods me when I am procrastinating or blasé when a deadline for a project in my business is looming. As a young lawyer on the partnership track, Leah had made a goodly amount of money in a big law firm, but the stress and time commitment was extreme. She said her husband left her over it...well that was his excuse for serial cheating on her, but I never heard his side of the story. She thrived on the adversarial atmosphere, but the rub came in terms of the balance between firm and client. She had much more empathy for the clients than did the firm's partners, she felt they sometimes focused too much on generating fees to the determent of the best interests of the clients. In business, if you don't fit in, you probably need to get out before they throw you out, which is what she did. About a year before I met her she went into private practice. Needing clients to pay the bills, she built up a mixed practice, doing municipal, real estate, and criminal law...pretty much whatever came in the door. When I met her, income was way up and she had begun narrowing down her practice, focusing on municipal and criminal work, the former was regular income that paid the rent, and the latter while sporadic, paid very well and that income took care of house improvements, savings, and vacations. She was generally out two evenings a week attending municipal or client meetings and putting in 45-50 hour weeks, spiking to 60 hours when she was anywhere near a trial . She was happy doing this, and it didn't really bother me, I had plenty to do while she was out earning her living. Like all couples, we chatted about what went on at work and I had a fair idea of who she saw and the cases she was working on. We had been dating for a year, when I moved in with her. I did all right for myself money wise, but her income was double mine and rising. I brought up marriage and children. She enjoyed my boy when we had him and of course she had two girls, and wanted to have one with me, but refused marriage on the grounds that it would increase the taxes we had to pay and while she did not be grudge taxes, she felt it was stupid to pay more than the law required, and anyway, any children the two of us had would legally be ours the same as if we were married. Skeptic that I am, I looked up her divorce decree to confirm she was divorced, and looked up the "marriage" penalty in the tax law. There are cases where married people do pay more taxes, but in our case it's a very small difference. So it came to be within two months of the conversation, I moved in, we had a religious marriage ceremony, which was not recorded with the government, and shortly thereafter she became pregnant. I knew from the start I would be doing the lion's share of raising her daughters, and with the new born baby girl, I had to reduce my outside work, going part time. With the new baby came sleepless nights and worry for both of us, and probably not surprisingly our relationship began to change. Steadily the criminal portion of her practice increased, her hourly fee went up and her income went way up but so did her billable hours. Previously most of her evening hours were predictable, township meetings from 7 to 9 PM or so, and occasionally criminal clients needed to meet after business hours. Lately the hours had become more erratic. She had always called if she was going to be late for supper, but now the calls were sometimes way too late or not at all, and she complained because I refused to do text messages. We still had an active sex life, well a couple of times a week, but I noticed it was rarely her who suggested sex. Still not a bad life. One evening in November, we had dinner at the neighborhood Irish pub, and with two British pints of beer in me, said: "You don't mind if I shave, do you? I really feel funny being the only woman like this. I don't think it's such a big thing." I flash of lightening went through my brain. Somewhere a sniper was aiming for my happiness. "Well, I'm glad it's not such a big thing to you, because it is a big thing to me, so no, don't shave." She was irritated at me and her voice was a bit sharp: "Jason, you're being unreasonable. Everybody shaves down there. It's expe...what everybody does." "Who expects you to be shaved? Who's asking you to do this? What other man or woman are you trying to please?" She was flustered, probably thinking she had gone too far and started back peddling: "No one! How could you thing that! It's just a matter of grooming; nobody gets upset at something like this." "Well I do. Look, you have to wear business suits and panty hose, I understand that. Outward appearances are really important, but I fail to see how intimate stuff is important to others. You have sexy underwear sets which you sometimes wear when we're going out, and never do that for business. So how is shaving different from sexy underwear, it's never been an issue before, so why do you care now?" "Jesus, enough already! Ok, OK." Nothing more was said. This didn't come out of nowhere, though. But damned if I could see any evidence of an affair. Also about this time her Alpha personality began to turn her into a nag, our sex life previously pretty good was way way down, and she was bossing me around both in the house and 'not in the mood' in bed. It came to a head when one evening she came home over three hours late. I was putting the older children to bed so we couldn't talk, just then. When I came downstairs finished with the kids, I realized she had no idea her being late had pissed me off. "Permission to speak frankly, Sir." Her eyes were blazing when she scowled her assent while hastily mumbling, "Oh I am sorry to be late..." "Sure you are! And I'm pissed. You damn well can call or e-mail me, for Christ's sake, when you're not able to come home reasonably on time. I had a nice supper for us which I delayed as long as I could, but the children are hungry when they're hungry, so we ate as a family without you, and now you waltz in with a full belly, half drunk with enough booze to risk being pulled over for a DUI, or god forbid killing someone. What the hell do you think you're doing?" "I was working! I'm not fooling around or anything remotely like that. Vito Costanza's lawyer drew out the divorce negotiations for fucking hours, which I'm billing as overtime. So what if five bucks worth of salmon or whatnot was wasted, I earned $1,500 between 5 and 8 PM!" "Leah, I don't give a shit about burnt salmon or the $1,500. You told me yourself, you never mix business 'n booze, so when you come home with a snoot full, it makes me worry this wasn't all business. And if it wasn't all business, we have an even bigger problem. Anyway, there was a husband and three young girls expecting and looking forward to eating with you at a time you agreed to, you know, being together as a family, but were left wondering if you had any thought for us as the hours ticked by. "So yes I'm pissed. You are ignoring your family by not including us in your life. You want us to ignore your comings and goings? I can cook for the kids and myself, and you can order Chinese fuckin takeout delivered to wherever the fuck you are, or for whenever the hell you show up. Better yet, put a cot in your office and sleep there. 'That what you want out of life? 'Cause it's sure in hell not what I signed on for." She reacted to my diatribe with shock, and she became contrite: "No no, it's not what I want either. Of course I want to be a part of the family, to be a wife and mother. I'll try to make it up to you tonight. You were right to go after me on this, I love and respect you for standing up for what's right like you did. You did it for our children and our marriage, which are all precious to me." "One night of sex doesn't do it. You need to cut back your hours somewhat if you want balance in your life. Sure thing, makeup sex is OK with me. It's been about three weeks. You want to make it up to me? Get your ass up stairs get cleaned up and get lubed, I'm gonna slap your tardy ass!" Occasionally we do two rounds, this was a banner three rounds, I ordered her onto all fours giving her a hard pounding in the pussy that had her chewing sheets. The second, spirited but tender love making in her ass, I was slowly stroking in and out of that smooth, tight sheath, I mentioned that this was how lawyers were conceived. She went ape shit, in fun, trying to hit me, but I just pushed forward, flattening her on the mattress my cock still planted in her ass, one of her hands between her legs. She struggled to no avail whatsoever, and came when I blew a load into her bowels. We got cleaned up after that and I ate her out and she finished me with a blow job. She snuggled up to me and said: "That was the best sex we've had in a while." I was thinking we haven't had any at all in a while, but I knew what she meant: "Yes and around the world at that. I think we need to work on good sex. I was pissed at you, I'm glad you listened..." "If you think about it Jason, we didn't come together as equals tonight, you...well you took me. I guess I ceded control because I felt guilty. If I had thought about it in advance, I would have said I'd hate it, but really, it was good for me too. We should do stuff like this from time to time, nothing like walking a little funny the next day to remind a girl of what she gets at home." Well, I don't mind throwing her against the wall now and then if that's what she likes. Sounds like fun. I slept like a log. A couple of weeks later, we had another husband rules sex, and it was good too, not like the first time but our sex life had picked up quite a bit in the meanwhile. I thought we were doing well. Every so often her work load would creep up, her chair would be empty too often at dinnertime, and the sex would drop off, I would to yank her chain and we'd have a few nights of rough sex before we returned to our comfort zone. On New Year's we were invited to a party with a lot of people from her old firm. "Jason, you told me last year you thought there was a lot of heavy flirting there last time, there probably will be this time too, so I don't want you to get upset." "Well I'd only get upset if someone was forcing themselves on you, or you were going way over the line. Well since you bought it up, where do you think the line is? Between heavy flirting, arguably adultery, and no shit that's adultery?" "It's a contract between us whatever we negotiate, and doesn't concern others." I said nothing and waited. After a longish: "Jason, did you hear me?" "I heard you evade my question...the lines we will not cross?" "They can be wherever we agree they should be." Never marry a lawyer! "OK, please state your opening argument for our negotiations." "Jason. Really, don't be like that! I said, they can be wherever we want them to be. " "Repetition is not an argument, this is apparently going to take a while, I might as well get comfortable." I loosened my collar and took my shoes off. A very long pause until finally: "Well I haven't really thought it out...I'm just thinking aloud..." "Then I'm tempted to say 'shut the fuck up until you have thought it out' but I know you damn well have thought it out and it was only a rhetorical preamble. Skip to the argument. "Well grabbing a feel here or there or a kiss isn't such a big deal." "A pat on the ass is not the same as fingers wrapped around a bare cock. You need to be more specific." "I can't be because it is all small variations of the..." "Leah, cut the bullshit. Come at it from the other direction. Among fucking, sucking, and hand jobs, which would you like us to be able to do with others?" "None of that, of course." "So further generalizing, nothing which if continued would result in an orgasm?" She nodded "Prohibited would also be hands on ass tits, cock, cunt, or under the clothing not OK?" she nodded again. "No open mouth kissing." "Well Jason, kissing is not that big a deal." "Other than it suggests to me and others that all of the above is on the table, and with a good amount of alcohol it might be. So I'm not cool with that." "Ok then, only closed mouth kissing is OK. I think we have a deal here." "Of course the other danger is that others probably wouldn't know our rules, and may mistake what you do as a come on, and consent to go much further. Like the maps of the 16th century in the unexplored areas, would be the notation 'Here there be dragons' to tell people it was a dangerous or unexplored area." "I thought it was the name of a book." "It's that too, but the book and the old maps are 500 years apart. Two thousand years ago the Romans traveled into unknown lands mostly on foot used the phrase too, only with the word lions instead of dragons. Maybe now a days we should say 'here there be lawyers.' But I digress, for us heavy flirting is entering the unknown and carries the potential to end badly. When it comes to our marriage, I'm frankly risk adverse." "God, at times you can be a pompous pedantic prick! But I happen to agree you've a good point, Jason, I was just thinking." "And you can be a contentious cantankerous cunt. Were you thinking of the joys and pleasures of being single?" She was laughing, "That's why I love you, you can give as good as you get. No, I wasn't thinking about being single, not really." I didn't quite believe her; I'd have liked her answer better if she hadn't added 'not really' "I would have preferred an unqualified no. Look, if you want a bit of strange, we can go on swingers websites in, Chicago, Fargo, or Key Largo any place except around here. We'd be doing it together, and not much risk of one of us falling in love with someone else." "It's not funny the second time Jason, just drop the whole thing." Well, I have lots of thoughts that I don't act on, and so does she. The New Year's party was OK, Bit of groping and kisses here and there as the booze lowered inhibitions, but nothing way out of line...certainly Leah was acting as a married woman should. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Oh For the Love of a Brown Eyed In late spring , she casually mentioned, "We've been invited to a pool party coming up with the 'old firm' on June 3, starting at 4 PM, so don't make any plans for that date." "Sure. Sounds like fun." It was a six weeks in the future and I forgot about it. Weeks later her mother called me, "Jason, I had a man over to paint the porch floor, but he couldn't because parts of the floor were rotted and unsafe. I know you are really busy, but could you come up and fix it for me? The man said I can't use the porch until it's fixed and he put the furniture in the carport, so I can't use that either." "Sure, I can do that, How's two weeks hence?" "Well you know I always have the porch set up by now, but I'm late this year. I miss using the porch, but thank you so much. I just can't do what I use to. I know how busy you are, and you could bring the children!" What she meant by that helpless bit was could I come up sooner." "Well I guess I could do it next weekend. Could you measure the dimensions I'll have some lumber delivered." "Oh thank you Jason. You're so good to me. I'll do that." She emailed me the dimensions, and I ordered the wood and half a dozen pressure treated joists as well. I forgot to mention it to Leah right away, until Thursday night she said she was going out shopping for a new bathing suit for the pool party, and I remembered my promise to her mother. "Why did you agree to go this weekend? You'll miss the party." "I forgot about it when I was talking with her. I originally offered to go the following weekend, but she guilt tripped me into this weekend. You tell her it can't be this weekend, she's your mother. In addition to porch furniture filling the car port, she can't sit on her porch, and now there's a pile of lumber in the side yard. Go ahead, tell her it will have to sit there for another week." "She pays a lot more attention to what you say than what I say. Your right, though, she'll fuss until it's done. Well that's OK, you guys will have grand time. The weather's nice up country this time of year." "You're not coming?" "Oh I'd love to, but Saturday is the pool party. You knew that. Besides I was just up there what, three weeks ago?" "You can't cancel?" I knew the answer before I asked the question. "Honey, it's business, you know that. I wish I could. I'll make it up to you." I've heard that before. Well the kids and I would have fun. Friday night I packed my tool box and picked up some joist hangers, fasteners, and a new blade for my circular saw at the lumber yard. Leah got the kids packed, and we got under way at 8 Saturday morning. The trip was fun but the weather unseasonably hot. The kids were off with Grandma to lunch in a 'real restaurant,' followed by an afternoon in the community pool and playground. She left me Kilbassa onions and peppers and crusty bread for my lunch. I had the old floor off by mid afternoon and two brick piers re built, the new joists and the sill plates level and true by supper time. At twilight, I showered, had supper, and later we walked into the village for ice cream, by ten, three generations of a very tired family were sound asleep. I was up early, and made breakfast for us all to let Leah senior sleep in, and besides I couldn't start making noise before 8:30 for fear of disturbing the neighbors. The kids were listless and mostly watched TV until Leah rousted them out and took them on a fast food picnic and off to the pool again. The porch floor went on quickly. I skipped lunch and drove the last nail at 1:30, and finished giving it a coat of oil base primer by 2:30. The kids were still at the pool, so after cleaning up and packing my gear, I met them there. I did laps during the adult swim and later played with them and their friends of the moment, throwing the up in the air to splash back into the pool. We had an early supper with grandma and got the road and were home by nine. Leah made no effort to 'make it up to me' maybe because I was exhausted and in bed and asleep by 10:30. Monday morning about ten, I opened an e mail from somebody I never heard of but the subject line was a tease, 'Leah at the party pool.' There was a picture of my wife standing in a group of noticeably younger people with drinks and hors d'oeuvres in hand, all of them nude. There was Leah, puffy nipples and all, so thanks to me, apparently she felt better about showing them off...and she shaved her pussy! Bloody hell! Looking closely I thought some of them looked drunk, but I couldn't tell if Leah was. I knew the names of two of the guys, but not the woman and the other guy. I called her firm and asked for the person who's name was on the email, and was told no one by that name worked there. Fake name. I was thinking I was going to kill somebody starting with Leah, but that would have to wait, and I wanted to milk my viperous source for more information I cheerfully replied, cheerily, 'la tee dah not a care in the world me,' asking: "Wow! Hot stuff. I guess I missed a great party! What good looking babes! Who's the blond? Can you share the rest of the pictures?" Thinking back, technically being nude was not specifically prohibited in our agreement, only by omission though, because I didn't imagine it could happen. I would have been OK with her prancing around naked if I was there, but I wasn't there, and I was not OK with her behavior. More importantly, the shaving hit a hot button; that was another matter. She obviously did that to be sexually attractive to some other person, even knowing it would make her less attractive to me and I would surely notice and what the hell would she say then? Damned if I won't find out! Shit! What wife would do that? How obvious could you be? Sorting it out, point one, it showed it was premeditated, she knew she would be showing off her twat before she went to the party. Two, there was someone she wanted to show here pussy to, even at the price of pissing me off. Third it was too public, and very likely likely I would find out about it. I wondered if she would try to break it to me gently, or just let it happen. The other question was who was emailed me the photo, and why'd they do it? Obviously they knew I wasn't there and were ratting her out, which would cause trouble in our marriage. It's very unlikely they want us to split so they can have a torrid affair with me, well if they knew me of course they would want one, heh heh, but they fucking don't know me and I don't really know any of them, so it's much more likely somebody wants to split Leah off to fuck her an' cuckold me. So how exactly did it happen that the kids and I were out of town for the party? I can't believe her mother was in on it but you never know, do you. No that was unworthy, mom would never do that, well not knowingly. I wondered what Leah told her if anything, so I called her mother (maybe I told you already her name is Leah too). I concentrated on keeping my voice cheerful: "Hi Leah, how are you feeling after the grandchildren left and the hammering and sawing is over with?" "Oh Jason! What a nice surprise. How very nice of you to call. My, I was so tired last night, but a very happy tired, I slept like the dead," she laughed, "Practice for what's to come! Today I'm just tired and tomorrow I'll be fine. I'm so glad you could move the trip up a week, the porch looks wonderful, you did such a nice job. The painter's coming Thursday. After he told me I could get hurt going on the porch, I was afraid to use it, and when I told Leah I was moving the lighter pieces of furniture back, you know, pushing them with a garden rake because I couldn't walk on it, at least the porch would look nice from the street. She said to see if you could come up earlier and get it done sooner. I so appreciate that, Jason! I can't thank you enough. I'm getting old and get all upset when things aren't right!" It was all I could do to carry on with the chit chat after she unwittingly dropped that bomb. My wife set this whole thing up! I did a quick search for apartments in town and made appointments to see a couple of semi furnished ones tomorrow afternoon. At five, a handful of photos came in showing a bunch of people indoors fucking and sucking, maybe 15 in all, but the only one had Leah in it, but it was a killer. It showed her outside in the pool area sprawled naked in a chase lounge, sucking an older man's cock while she diddled her completely shaven twat. Looking at the light and shadows, it looked like this picture was taken at dusk, in fact it looked a little gray, like it was really too dark out, and photo shop was used to lighten it. As to the other ones, they were clearly taken indoors. There was nothing to say when they were taken, and I only recognized one of the women. Thinking about it, other than the two pictures with Leah in them, there was nothing to tie the rest of the photos to the party. When I got home, Leah and I skipped our hug and kiss, nobody avoided anything, it's just that neither of us initiated it. We chattered with the kids at supper, and when they settled down to homework for the older ones, and quiet play time for the youngest one, we had our adult time over coffee. Of course I wasn't going to talk about the party with the kids around, "I talked with your mom this afternoon, and she was delighted when said you offered to have the children and I come up earlier than planned and get the porch done. It made her feel special, I'm glad you thought of that." Leah sort of cringed but recovered, "It's really difficult for her to live alone like that; she's been lonely since dad died." "Well, she use to bitch about him all the time behind his back, but now he's dead, in her opinion he's achieved sainthood...'be a lesson to us all, shows how we take people for granted and don't appreciate them until they're gone. I've got to put the kids to bed. You want to go up early?" which was our code suggesting sex tonight. She cringed again, sort of a shiver. "I am going to bed with the kids, but to sleep. I'm really tired." I let it go for the moment. I did a quick drill with the children to be sure they'd mastered their arithmetic and spelling, gave them their bath, snack, read my daughter her story in bed and the older ones their story in their beds, turned out the lights and closed their door. As I came into our bedroom, Leah was coming out of the bathroom wearing a long night gown, and I could make out the outline of underpants. She was scratching her belly saying, "Well I'm off to bed too; I'll see you in the morning." I wanted to see how she would explain the shaved pussy, but I was so furious I couldn't wait until another day. "You'll see me sooner that than. Give the kids 15 minutes to settle, and come back down, we've stuff to talk about." She said with a groan, "What is it that can't wait until tomorrow?" "Down stairs when they're settled in bed!" She didn't ask me again what it was, I think she knew. She had her pussy well covered, so her shaving was still a secret as far as she knew. I was picking up a bit downstairs, mindlessly doing a habitual task...I could hear her walking back and forth upstairs, I assume emptying the laundry basket and putting away clothing. About twenty minutes later she came downstairs looking worried, which she should have been, but she spoke with a bit of a chip on her shoulder, "So what's this all about that can't wait until tomorrow?" "Tell me about the pool party, starting from who invited us, and who else was there." She feigned, not anger, but irritation, "That's absolutely ridiculous question; it was just a pool party." "Fine, so answer my question, who invited us and who else was there." "Nothing much to tell about, there were about 20 people there, mostly younger ones from the old law firm, and spouses, or whoever. It was at Asa Cohn's place and he invited us, I don't know just when, about a month ago...I told you at the time. He recommends clients to me from time to time, and for that matter I refer people to him as well, plus I still know a lot of the women there, there's more turn over with the men." "Equal numbers of men and women? Oh? And when did you decide to uninvited me?" "I didn't uninvited you. Well I really didn't pay attention, a couple of the women couldn't come, so maybe 2/3 men out numbering women? I don't really know, and I didn't un-invite you, you knew when the party was and made other plans...you uninvited yourself, to use your words." "Leah, you are a good lawyer and it was a brilliant plan, you encouraged your mother to have me come up there early and of course I would bring the kids and I fell for it. You insisted on staying behind, effectively freeing yourself to spend the night at the orgy." "Bloody hell! What on earth makes you think it was an orgy? And it's fucking Machiavellian to think I planned everything like that, I'm glad you think me so talented, but in this case it was nothing to do with me! I did no such thing. I told mom weeks ago that we were invited to a pool party at my old law firm this past weekend, and told her again when she mentioned the rotten porch. "Now that you bring it up, she still bitches about having had to attend affairs related to dad's business, so maybe she assumed, like her, you wouldn't want to go either. And obviously you didn't because you chose not to go." I had to admit to myself this was possibility, and it was a bit of stretch to assume Leah manipulated everything. Her mother's not too reliable a witness, and was in fact having an anxiety attack over her porch. Very elderly people can be wifty. "Let me finish this Jason, so I can go to bed. I got there about 5 PM, we chatted, beer and wine, swam, hung out, barbeque supper, beer, more swimming and hanging out, I left a little after 10, and got home about 11. You didn't miss much by not being there." "That's it? You didn't make out with anyone? Nothing licentious?" "Good god, Jason, they're all a bunch of lawyers!" "Thank you for the misdirection, Leah, was that a 'no, you didn't make out with anyone or do anything licentious?' That was my question." "Damn, you've been living with me too long. Nothing like that happened." "I hear you shaved your pussy for the party! Show me they were wrong?" She was panicked, "Who told you that?" "You tell me, who was the person you shaved it for, the better to enable him to enjoy fucking it. You tell me, how many people would know? I think you're a cheating cunt and planned this bit of hot blooded adultery for months! Did it brilliantly too. But how the fuck were you going to explain a bald cunt to me? I mean, you did know I would notice, right? " "Oh jesus Jason. No, it's nothing like you imagine. Looking back on it...well it was a prank that...well it started last week. Asa fancies himself a player, and he's soo not hot, but it's funny he thinks he is, so us girls got together and decided to strip off at the pool party. No fooling around just blow Asa's mind, he's seeing all that pulchritude, and not a bit of it for him. I didn't give it a thought as you would be there, and the when you weren't, I wasn't worried because I was with friends. Yes I shaved my pussy but not for sex, 'cause it would look weird otherwise. I thought you would see the humor, and come on, it's still the pussy you love to pound, just looking naked for a while. "As it happened Asa and two or three of the guys stripped too, We were having a really good time, teasing the ones still dressed saying they were afraid someone would see the whip marks on them and stuff like that. After a while, Asa figured out that we were, well, making fun of him, and he got really pissed because I told him, and everybody heard it, that the guys were hanging their junk out 'cause we all thought he went both ways. He didn't say anything but you could tell he was fuming. Anyway we hung out drinking and munching on the appetizers for an hour or so until it started getting cold, and I was tired, so I went home." "So that was it?" "I know, it was a dumb thing to do, but honestly there wasn't any sex, nor the slightest temptation." I handed her the photo of her standing in a group of people, all of them nude. "Oh Jesus, where did you get this? Oh my poor Jason, what you must have thought, I am so sorry you had to see that without knowing the back story! No wonder you thought the worst! Believe me, like I said, there wasn't any sex! That's Jane and Howard in that picture, you know them." "Leah, you're a lying piece of shit! I think you got an enemy somewhere in that crowd," as I handed her the second photo. "Oh honey, my god! It wasn't what it looks like! Son of a bitch! Look at me; I was fucking out of it. That fucker set me up! Jason, sit back down! I'm not done talking. The shit hit the fan 10 seconds after that picture was taken. Like I said I felt a little dizzy, stretched out on a lounge thing with people all around. Jane and Coleen were right there with me, and they were sober, so it was no big thing. "I must have dozed off for a minute, sprawled on the chaise lounge, and look; I wasn't frigging myself, my hand's just draped there, you can see that if you look closely. Anyway, like I was saying, later Jane told me Asa walked over with shit eating grin and a hard on, and with no warning shoved it in my mouth." "I woke unable to breath choking and struggled to get up. In a flash I saw Asa's dick fly out of my mouth, as I vomited on his legs and feet. I started to read Asa the riot act for molesting me, the shithead made a joke about it, like all women love to eat his dick, when Howard Meehan stepped over and smashed Asa's jaw with his fist. I head a bones crack as Asa's head spun and he fell backwards and hit the concrete floor. Howard told him people who molest women deserve a lot more than that and called him a snot nose bastard as he kicked him between the legs a couple of times for good measure. Need I tell you, Howard doesn't work for Asa so didn't give a shit about him. "Anyway, that was it for hanging around bare ass, we all got dressed, I went inside to wash my face, rinse my mouth of the vomit and, drank lots of water. I stuck my fingers down my throat forcing myself to barf again, rinsed and drank more water, trying to dump the alcohol. I felt a little better, but still drunk, and needed to walk it off. As I was leaving the party, Jane Erickson saw me, an' I told her I needed to walk to clear my head, she said she'd go with me with what happened and all, so the two of us walked briskly for about 45 minutes. We talked about what happened to me, and other than being pissed at Asa I didn't feel raped or anything like that, more like the victim of a practical joke in very bad taste, no pun intended...of course I didn't know the fucker set me up, either. When we got back to my car we both felt better, Jane ran in to say good bye, that's when I heard Asa went to the emergency ward. So I dropped Jane off at her apartment, home by 10 PM. I found out today he had a broken jaw and they wired it so he's on liquid food for a while. Serves him right." I thought about this for a moment...I knew Jane Erickson and Howard Meehan too, so it could well have happened that way, plus I had to admit it was consistent with the photos. "What I should never have done is shaved my pussy, because that's not who I am anymore. People don't like my grooming? Fuck 'em! It's how god made me, and if I choose not to shave, that's my business, and I pledge to you, from this day forth, I will not shave above mid thigh. Ever!" "Shall I show you the third and forth picture?" I was bluffing, of course but she wouldn't know. In a low voice she said, "There may be other photos, but not of me doing anything but barfing and getting dressed. Oh For the Love of a Brown Eyed "So you know the worst. It was a set up, and I am going to ruin Asa. I don't mind a practical joke gone bad, but he was fucking with my family, I'll eviscerate him. See if I don't!" I sat trying to absorbing all this. "You realize Leah, I this all built in my head, I's dotted, t's crossed...that you planned it out weeks in advance, connived to get me and the kids out of the picture so you could spend the night with your lover, that you dissed me by shaving because you so loved his cock sweat, and then fucked the shit out of each other in the midst of an orgy. I figured you could have fucked three men and a dog plus two more the next morning. It would have been totally out of character, of course, but it fit what I knew." "I didn't plan anything but the standing around naked bit. And remember whoever sent those pictures certainly intended to break up our marriage. If I had done anything worse, they would have sent you those pictures too. This is a fucking hatchet job, and like I say, I'll have Asa's balls for it, see if I don't." "I'm having anxiety withdrawal. You ever have that Leah?" I started crying with relief, she was shivering in waves, and clearly anguished, holding back tears, but my sob broke the log jam, and we clutched each other. "Oh god, Leah I thought I had lost you. I felt sick to my soul." We clung together in relief that the worst was over. "Asa will use this against me, I suspect either sexual blackmail or professional, and I need to figure out how to counter it." "Is it a given that the person taking the pictures is Asa's confederate? Or could it be opportunism on someone's part?" "No way to know until someone shows their hand. I'm just trying to figure out who wants what and why." I was thinking, "Well ask everybody that was there to send you any pictures they have of the party. Include the picture or the practical joke with him raping your mouth, and ask specifically for pictures of the vomiting and Asa with a broken jaw hitting the floor. I will hurt a bit for you to do that, but it will neutralize the value of the picture. Then a day later you thank folks for sending you the video of the whole incident." "But what if nobody has other pictures, and there's no video?" "Only you would know that. Asa and anyone else would have to assume someone shot a video of him molesting a woman and being battered for it. If I were him I would never say another fucking word about it." "You know Seth, that might work. I mean if there were such a video, for sure he'd never want it to see the light of day. I'm glad to have you around...and on my side I should add." We didn't get much slept that night, the alarm went off all too soon, but children must be checked to see their teeth were brushed, cloths were clean, tops and bottoms reasonably matched, fed, homework in the bag, hugged and kissed and sent on their way to school. It was a new day, yesterday was gone, tomorrow was yet to come. We had a long kiss before she went out the door to work. I got one more e mail from my toxic friend, along with a rather poorly written description of what my wife supposedly did, but it really didn't ring true. I emailed back to let them know if they ever have another party, give us a call, it sounded like it was a lot of fun. Never heard from whoever it was again. I solicited photos using Leah's name and e mail account, and a couple of days later, thanked everybody for their cooperation especially the video of the incident. Months later, my wife was handling a law suit by herself for a restaurant franchise holder suing the parent company for breaking the contract. Asa Cone and his firm were opposing her, it was four or five lawyers against Leah. It was a long hard fought case, and for once the little guy won. My wife came home with joy sparkling in her eyes. "When we were going into the court today to hear the decision, that asshole Asa leaned over and said 'I loved the way you sucked my cock that night.' Then we all found out his client lost on all the significant points, and as his team glumly walked out, I went right up to him and said 'I loved the way you sucked my ass today for all to see...get use to the taste...next time we meet in court, you'll suck it again.' What a scum bag!" She had assured me she would take care of Asa, but it was a long term plan. She started by convincing other law firms to poach his best people and counseled his people to take the offer. She went after his clients, not to steal them, but seeing who the opposing council was, and where she could, joining the opposing bench as a consultant. Between less talent in his firm, and her spirited opposition in court, he began losing cases and his reputation tanked. His best clients left him and within two years, he had moved from a prestige office building to a small store front. Two mal practice suits against him, one of the encouraged by Leah, emptied his funds, and he ended up working out of a small apartment, subsisting mostly as a court appointed attorney to those who couldn't afford council. In fairness Leah didn't do it all, but she certainly helped grease the skids. Leah was half in the bag the other night, and said, "Every time I see him in court, and I know this is really childish of me, but when I can, I walk up to him, and if I can, let out an audible fart. Now he actively avoids me whenever possible." We were laughing 'till our sides hurt. Our children are rapidly growing, after years of my son living with us every weekend, My ex wife followed her lover to a job in Saudi Arabia, and now have custody of my boy, so my family is complete. As to Leah going nude at the party, it was probably poor judgment on her part. Her version of the events is correct, certainly her opinion of Asa has gone from admiring his legal talent to scorn and great pleasure on her part when she beats him in court. One result of the issue is that unlike her mother and father, Leah never again took me for granted. She hasn't trimmed or shaved her pussy or pits since. Occasionally someone remarks on the pit hair, and she simply tells them that she grooms to please her husband, regardless of societal norms. Like the old saying; people who care don't matter, and people who matter don't care. Chilley