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The Velvet Choker Ch. 01

By: johngalt47



Nancy was out trying to sell houses. Bill had decided to stay home and do some household chores. Their youngest child was a sophomore in college and they were empty nesters. He was planning dinner, too. A hollandaise sauce would go with salmon and vegetables that he would grill. A quick chocolate mousse for dessert would complete the meal. Several years ago Nancy had told him that she had cooked for twenty years. She expected him to cook for the next twenty. He had taken some classes and did easy stuff. She still cooked a lot, but she enjoyed his offerings.

Those among you who are married, will not wonder why he was being so domestic. Bill was building brownie points so he could score tonight. As the manager of a software development group for a major consulting company, the last two months of work had required a lot of travelling. It had been at least four weeks since he had met Nancy under the covers.

Nancy would be tired when she came in. The collapse of the housing market meant that now she was spending long hours with little income. He would send her up to take a bath. He would fetch a glass of wine for her. A pretty and sexy peignoir and nightgown would be laid out on the bed for her to don after the bath.

Bill envisioned that she would reward him for today's efforts by teasing glimpses of her breasts as she ate. Perhaps she would run her foot up his leg as they ate together at the table. After dinner they would have cognac in the living room as she talked about her day. The nightgown he had selected had a long slit up the front. She would arrange her legs to give him a nice show. Since last fall she had been going to the gym three times a week. Now that warm April days had come to Atlanta, he was frequently seeing a pair of nicely toned legs. A disappointment was that she wouldn't show off those legs in high heels. Tonight she would rearrange her legs ala Sharon Stone and tease him with brief views of the delight between her thighs.

Bill's plan was eventually to expose her slim body and go down on her while she sat on the couch. She would orgasm. Then they would move to the bedroom. Some oral action on her part would prime him for the final act. If he was lucky, first thing in the morning would be a repeat of the final act that night.

Or maybe not. Even after all these years Nancy was still shy about her body in the light. They married right after college, but even when they were newlyweds they only made love with the lights on or during the day maybe once a month. After the children began arriving, it never happened.

By the time the youngest was in junior high, he was making a good salary at as a manager in the software consulting firm. With bonuses, his W2 might show over 200k in a year. About that time Nancy had wanted to go back to work, but with a flexible schedule. She studied and took the real estate agent's exam. Last year she had made in the high five figures.

With that combined income they had money for special trips. When they were away Bill would cajole her to show off what he thought was a beautiful body. She would sometimes go braless. Once when they were on a road trip, he got her to go braless and flash her tits twice. It was only because they were driving out West and she could see that there was no vehicle near for miles. She never went braless in Atlanta outside the house.

On a vacation to the Caribbean Bill managed to make love to her on the balcony late at night under the moonlight. Another day on that same vacation didn't work out as well. They had had a great day lying in the warm sun on the beach. After a shower to get the salt water off, she had put on a sundress. It was self-bra so all she had underneath was a pair of panties. After a delicious dinner at one of the resort restaurants with many glasses of wine, he leaned across the table. "Would you do something for me?"

"What?" she asked.

"Please go to the lady's room and take off your panties."

"What!"

"It's only about a hundred yards back to our room, please?"

"What do you think I am? Paris Hilton? Britney Spears? Some other slut that can't keep her legs together?"

It had turned into a chilly night. He never asked her again.

***

About 5 PM she dragged in and Bill put his plan into action. "Tough day, honey?"

"Too much showing, not enough buying."

"Why don't you go up and run a bath. I'll bring you a glass of wine in a few minutes. I've got dinner ready to go when you're finished."

"Sounds wonderful." She kissed him on the cheek before heading upstairs.

Bill heard the water running. As soon as it stopped, he climbed the stairs. "Here you go." He pulled over the stool that she used when she was applying makeup, and put the glass of chardonnay on it.

"You treat me so good." She sat up to take a sip of wine. The soap suds from the bubble bath slipped off her chest. She smiled as he took in the sight of her hard nipples.

"I put something on the bed for you to wear when you get out."

"I hope it's something naughty," she said with a grin.

Bill just loved it when his plans came together.

***

He set china at the dining room table, two places catty-corner at one end. They had just started eating when she became quiet. Her face had a pensive look. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Bill, I'm having an affair."

"What did you say?"

"I'm having an affair."

Bill was stunned. He looked at her for several long minutes. She looked down at her plate.

"Who is he?" he hissed.

"Nobody you know – we know. Nobody I work with; nobody in our social circle. No one you'll ever come in contact with."

Bill's chest was tight. He couldn't seem to catch a breath. It was like he was choking. Was he having a heart attack? There was no pain, so probably not.

"I know this hurts," Nancy started. "I still remember your affair – "

"I never cheated on you!" Twelve years ago he had a long term project in Bowling Green, Kentucky. He was up there at least one week a month, sometimes three or four. He carelessly started an affair. After about three months Nancy accused him of it. Bill denied it and she had never produced any proof.

"Drop the act, Bill. I borrowed money from my sister and hired a private investigator in Bowling Green," she stated flatly. "It's not that big a place. He found Jane Hightower easily. Fortunately for you and for us, by that time you had already dumped her. That made her willing to talk about the three months she spent in your arms. She made sure I would have all the details."

"So I know about the hurt. But I got past it. Here we are, in love and still together. You can let me do this, too. I still love you, but this is something I've got to do. I'll come back to you. I won't deny you anything while this is going on."

"Am I such a bad lover that you need somebody else? Couldn't you have talked about what you wanted before you found somebody else?"

"You're a wonderful lover and I haven't found somebody else, at least not like you mean." She touched his arm. "This is something I fell into; something that's different; something that I need now that's different from what we've got."

"You're punishing me for something that happened a dozen years ago?"

"I'm not punishing you," she said calmly. "This just happened. I didn't go looking for it. It found me. Now, the only way I can get past this is to let it burn out. I know it will burn out just like yours did. Then it will just be us again."

"When I had my affair," Bill started,"and I'm sorry I did it, both then and now, I didn't brag to you about it. I didn't rub your nose in it. I was ashamed when you confronted me. I had broken my vows and I knew it was wrong. I stopped. Now, you tell me about your affair as if you are changing jobs. I guess maybe you are. Bad job on the first husband; let's try out somebody new." It was like air going out of a balloon. He started strong with a loud voice, but by the end his voice was small and puny.

She reached over and took his hand. "I'm not trying to rub your nose in it. But I'm not foolish enough to think that I can carry on an affair without you finding out. I don't want you to think that I want out of this marriage. I love you very much. I've just got to do this for me at this time in my life." Even to her this sounded like something she read in Cosmopolitan.

He jerked his hand away. "At least when I was having my affair, I felt guilty. When we're in church do you feel bad? Or when we say Confession, do you insert a phrase 'Except for my fucking around.'"

"There's no reason to use language like that!"

"There's every FUCKING reason to use language like that. That's what a slut does: FUCKING around."

Bill jumped up. He was no longer hungry. He paced out to the living room and back to the table. He loomed over her. He was six feet two compared to her five six and she cringed under his broad torso. "I've got to get out of here. I can't look at you without being angry."

"I'll be back, but I don't know what time," he spat at her. "Don't try to call me. If I need to, I'll call you, on the HOME phone, not your fucking cell, so don't think you can go spend the night with him." 

"I don't intend to spend the night with him. I want our time together to be like it always is. I want you to love me and make love to me. You just have to understand that this is something I've got to get out of my system."

"Get it out of your system? Well, FUCK YOU! Oh, I guess he already has." Grabbing his wallet and car keys, he slammed the door on the way out.

Nancy sat at the table as she heard his car drive off. "That didn't go too well," she thought. "He fixed a nice dinner for me. I thought if he was in a good mood, that we could discuss this calmly and rationally." She was picking at the fish. "I needed to do it because of what I think Mike is planning. If I hadn't let Sue talk me into that drink none of this would have happened." 

She remembered the Country and Western bar they had stopped at after getting the signature and a check on a big sale. Bill was out of town that night so she hadn't needed to get home.

Sue was a recent college graduate. She had picked up a real estate license while she was living with her parents and looking for a regular job. This had been her first sale. With the fall in the housing market, Nancy was also happy to have completed the other side of the deal.

Nancy was on her second white wine when a young guy came to their table and asked Sue to dance. Nancy was still nursing her wine when another guy approached her table. "Dance with me."

Not your high school manners "Could I please have this dance" or college "Like to dance?" or even adult "Would you care to dance?" Just the command "Dance with me." His eyes bored into hers.

It was a two-step. Nancy liked to dance so she accepted. One dance turned into two. Mike complimented her on her dancing and lightness in his arms. He returned to her table and they made small talk.

Mike ordered a third drink for her, a Margarita. "No, I couldn't. I've got to drive home," she protested. Sue was still at the table engaged in talking to her new friend. The two young people weren't paying attention to the older pair.

"Yes, you can. You won't have any problems. Have another drink." Once again his eyes held hers.

After the drink and two more dances, she picked up her purse as soon as she came off the floor. "I've got to get home. My husband will be calling."

"Come back again. I'm here every Tuesday." He took her hand and kissed the back of it European-style.

The following Tuesday Bill was in town. Nancy remembered Mike, but figured he was just full of himself. For the first time in a long time, she seduced Bill. But at her climax she remembered Mike's lips on her hand. 

The second Tuesday Bill was out of town again. He was on a cross-country plane trip so Nancy wouldn't be talking to him tonight. She finished showing a house after 7PM. She realized that she was close to where the bar was. She deserved a drink. She had shown two couples around today, but nobody seemed interested in buying. She plopped down in a booth and ordered a light beer from the waitress.

"Dance with me." She had been there about ten minutes when Mike appeared at her table. It was a slow song.

"I – no – maybe la –," she was flustered.

"Dance with me, NOW."

She let him lead her on to the floor. She stretched her arms out in the classic dance pose. He pulled her tight against him. Three songs later they sat down. He followed her into the bench on one side of the booth.

"You're crowding me," she whined. His leg was against hers.

"You didn't come last week."

"I was busy."

"You are never too busy for me." He gripped her thigh as he signaled the waitress. "I'll have a Jack-and-Ginger and she'll have a double Margarita."

"I haven't even finished my beer."

Mike didn't even look at her. "Bring her the Margarita," he instructed the waitress. He turned to Nancy. "Finish your beer."

After all the dancing, Nancy was thirsty. She managed to chug the beer down before the waitress returned.

"Does the margarita taste okay?'

She took a gulp of the bitter liquid. "Just like any other margarita," she replied.

"Take another drink and then we'll dance." Another slow song was starting.

When he pulled her close again, she felt his bulge on her lower belly. He maneuvered her into the middle of the crowd. His hands descended to her waist. Then they dropped lower.

"Mike, your hands –," she whispered. She reached back with one of her own to pull his up.

"I like your ass." He brushed her hand away. At the end of the slow dance they sat back down.

"Drink up. It's time for us to leave."

She drank her margarita in about five minutes. When she stood up she was light-headed. "I should have had something to eat," she giggled. Mike walked her outside.

"That's my car over there," she pointed. Her finger wobbled.

"We're going to my car," he stated firmly. His Audi was at the back of the lot right under a street lamp so you couldn't see inside. He opened the back door and pushed her in.

He pulled her to him roughly and kissed her. Her mouth opened reflexively when his tongue touched her lips. She felt his hand slide up to her breast. He caressed her as they kissed. Their lips parted.

"I've got to see your tits." 

The word tits sent a thrill through her. Bill always referred to her breasts. Mike grabbed the collar of her blouse and pulled. Three buttons popped into the air. He stuck his hand down in her bra cup and jerked downward freeing one breast and then he did the same to the other.

"Your nips are hard. You like this." He bent and sucked one then the other. He straightened back up.

"Take my cock out." He leaned back in the seat. She hesitated, staring at his lap. "Now!"

Suddenly Nancy shivered with desire. She unzipped him, unbuckled him and fished his hardon out of his underwear. "Suck me!" He put his hand behind her head and pushed it down.

She had never seen an uncircumcised penis before. She jacked the skin up and down several times. It felt like hot velvet in her hand. She lowered her lips around it as she continued to rub the skin up and down. She circled the bare head with her lips as she reduced the strokes she was taking with her hand. She began bobbing her lips in short up and down motions, pausing every once in a while to circle her tongue around it.

"You're a good bitch. You've got a hot mouth. Yeah, cocksucker."

She could tell he was getting close, but he wouldn't let her raise her head. Suddenly she felt him jerk in her mouth and the salty liquid splashed down her throat. Mike held her head in place. Nancy couldn't remember the last time she had let Bill come in her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could.

Mike held her head for ten or fifteen seconds after he finished. Then he pulled her up by her shoulder. He pulled out his wallet. Nancy though he was going to offer to pay her. She almost said something when he pulled out a business card.

"Call me before Friday so we can set up a time together next week." He pushed the card into her purse. He fastened his pants back up. They got out and he pushed her back in the direction of her car.

Nancy wasn't sure how this had happened, but she felt the gushing in her pussy. On the way home she flexed her thighs trying to get some friction. When she stopped for a red light, she rubbed the front of her slacks with one hand. By the time she pulled into the garage she was desperate. She ran inside the house and threw herself on the sofa in the den. Pushing down her slacks and wet panties, she only had to rub for a minute before she felt the wave of ecstasy wash over her.

The next morning she had called Mike and arranged to meet him the following week.

"That was the way it started," she remembered. She was pretty sure that Bill would be back and let her have her fling. The guilt of his own affair would force him to accept hers.

***

Bill got in his car and started driving. He came up to I-285 and zombie-like got on. The next time he registered anything, he realized that he had driven all the way around Atlanta in an hour and was near the exit where he had entered. He decided to get a room at the M Hotel. It was two more exits along. More importantly, it had a good bar. After four double Scotches he wandered up to his room and fell asleep.

In the morning he felt better than expected. He rinsed his mouth in the sink and went down to the breakfast buffet. He was hungry. After two trips through the buffet and several cups of black coffee, he drove home.

Nancy ran up and hugged him when he came through the door. "I was so worried about you. You didn't call."

Bill just stood there. "Let me go get cleaned up. Then we'll talk." 

He stood under the hot water much longer than his regular showers. Finally, knowing he'd have to face her sometime, he got out, shaved, dressed and went downstairs. He poured a cup of coffee and found her in the den.

"Look, if you're unhappy with our marriage, maybe we could get some counseling," he said.

"I'm not unhappy with our marriage and I don't want – no – I don't need counseling! This is the right thing for me. It doesn't affect our marriage. I still love you and want to stay married to you. You won't see any change. I'll be here every night, just like now."

"How in the hell can you say it doesn't affect our marriage? It goes to the very heart of our marriage. When I had my affair, are you claiming that that didn't affect our marriage? I worked hard for the last twelve years to make it up to you –"

"And even though you didn't take responsibility for what you did or admit it or say you were sorry, you have made it up. And I've worked to forgive and forget your affair. But now I have to do this."

"Why can't you tell me what you think you need and I'll do it for you? Why do you have to have another man do it?"

"It would change our relationship."

"It's already changing our relationship and not for the better."

They were both quiet for a few minutes. Bill got up and brought back the coffee carafe from the kitchen and refilled their cups.

"I'm afraid you'll fall in love with him. I'm afraid you already have." His voice was so low she almost didn't hear him.

"No, that's not true. He's not right for me except in one way."

"Remember what we told our kids: if you don't want to fall in love with someone, don't have sex with them. The hormone shots you get from orgasms are powerful and they are powerful learning reinforcements."

"I won't fall in love with him because he's not my type. You're my type. I'm in love with you."

"Right," Bill thought. "That's why you're hurting me and you want to continue, even though it's hurting me."

"Okay, my affair was three months. From the fact that we haven't made love in over four weeks, you must have started a month, maybe six weeks ago? So after another two months you'll be over this?" Bill looked directly at her.


The Velvet Choker Ch. 01



"I don't know. I can't promise you how long it will take. I just know that I'll come back to you. I don't love the guy, but I've got to experience this."

Bill had already guessed that she wouldn't commit to a time limit. "So, it's going to go into the summer, and it may go all of next year?"

"I'm sure it won't go that long. I think it'll burn out before the end of this year, but I can't tell you right now."

"I don't know how long I'll be able to take this. I'll work with you, but at some point I may come to you and say you've got to decide between him and me."

"Okay."

"Have you told your sister?"

"She knows I'm having an affair."

"Have you told her that you were going to ask my permission? How about Jeff?"

"I asked her not to tell Jeff and I don't think she will. I didn't tell her I was going to ask your permission."

"Like I said, if I decide that I can't put up with this, I'll tell you, but there are some more conditions."

"What?"

"First, have you had him here?"

"No."

"If I ever find out that he's been here, even if you didn't do anything, even if you just want to stop and pick up something, then our marriage is over."

"Alright."

"If I find out that anybody knows that I agreed to allow you to have an affair, that's a deal breaker. Not just for continuing the affair, but possibly for our marriage."

"I'll never tell anybody."

"If I find out that anybody who knows us, knows about your affair, then you'll have to end it immediately. That means you'll have to be careful when you're out together."

"That won't be a problem. We don't go out together. He lives in a different part of Atlanta anyway. There are five million people here. The chances that someone we know will see us are close to zero."

"He doesn't even take you to dinner? My, you are a cheap date."

"It's not like that. We're very discreet."

"How did this start, if you're so discreet? I'll bet you were just walking down the street one day and you decided to knock on a door." His voice changed to a high girlish pitch. "Sir, would you like to fuck me? I just want to know what it would be like to fuck around behind my husband's back."

"I told you I didn't go looking for it. It just happened."

"A deal with a client, then? You fuck him and he buys a house?"

"I'm not a whore! You know I would never do that for a sale."

"Pardon me, but I don't know you now. Maybe I've never really known you." He paused, lost in thought. "But that's neither here nor there. The last thing is about my feelings. I don't really want to know when you meet him or what you do. If you do anything that seems calculated to humiliate me, then all bets are off. I don't know what I'll do in that case about the affair or about our marriage."

"I would never do that. I love you. I don't want to hurt you."

"Every day I'll be wondering if you're with him, what he's doing that I can't do. I'll hurt every time I think about you. I'll wonder if he's bigger than me. I'll wonder if he's in love with you and hoping to get you away from me. But for awhile at least, I'll let you do this because no matter how you feel, I love you and I want to try to make you happy." He suddenly found it hard to breathe.

"You do! You do." She went to him and hugged him. He couldn't bring himself to hug her back.



The Velvet Choker Ch. 02



After Nancy's demands, Bill had been frosty over the weekend. But the week started well. Nancy was home Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday and fixed dinner for them. The dinners weren't fancy, but there were no planned-overs. She was trying hard. The fact was that now that Bill had realized he was missing sex, that he was willing to overlook her affair as long as she didn't bring it up.

Thursday he got home early, changed out of his suit into a golf shirt and shorts, and fixed dinner. When Nancy arrived about 6, he poured her a glass of wine and led her to the table. They enjoyed some fresh bread he had bought and dipped it in olive oil while the fish was baking. When the fish came out, he popped in some pears to bake while they were eating. He poured her another glass of wine, also. The baked pears were served as dessert with a scoop of ice cream. A glass of port on the side completed the meal.

She was still finishing the port as he cleared the table. When he came back, he bent and nibbled at her neck, nibbled her earlobe, and turned her head to kiss her.

He took her hand and pulled her toward the stairs. He kissed her at the bottom of the stairs. After they reached the top of the stairs, he caressed her breast as his lips brushed over her neck. Leading her into their bedroom, he positioned her in front of her mirror with him standing behind. He unbuttoned her blouse slowly, pausing to kiss her lips or kiss the back or side of her graceful neck.

He pulled the blouse from her shoulders and tossed it aside. She was wearing a lacy white bra. He could easily see her dark nipples through the gauzy material. As he unbuttoned her slacks, he pushed his bulge into the crack of her butt. He pulled back enough to push her slacks past her hips and let them drop to the floor. Transparent white bikini panties circled her hips. Now he could smell her.

"Let me take care of you tonight." She whispered. She turned in his arms and kissed him forcefully. She pulled his shirt up and over his head. She nipped at each of his nipples before kissing him again. 

"I love your body," she breathed into his ear as her hands traced muscles in his back. Her hand captured his cock in his shorts and she rubbed it a couple of times. "I need to taste you tonight."

She dropped to one knee and pulled his snap open. Then she pushed his shorts and underpants down. She helped him step out of the pile of clothes. She grabbed his cock and pulled it several times. She leaned in and ran her tongue through his hair. She bent over and gently licked his balls.

"I'm going to do something you've always wanted." She stood and kissed him again. She pulled the covers off the bed and maneuvered him into the center. "Watch me touch myself," she whispered.

She reached behind and unhooked her bra, but she held it in place. She looked directly at him while she grasped a cup with each hand and very slowly pulled the bra down. His cock twitched. She tossed the bra aside. She bent her head to stare at her nipples. Her fingertips traced around the soft flesh and then she pinched the brown buds.

Her eyes closed as she continued to caress her breasts. One hand moved down to the front of her panties. Bill could see a wet spot between her legs. The fingers there traced over the smooth material. They circled lightly over her clit several times. She stopped and shucked off her panties. Moving to the bed she knelt at the foot and sat down on her heels. 

Bill looked up between her knees. Her pussy was wide open and shiny pink. The inside of her thighs were also shiny with her liquids. 

He grasped his cock. "Don't," she said. "Like Mick Jagger sang, I'm going to blow your mind. I want all of you for me."

Her hands returned to her breasts and she mashed them around and tugged on the nipples several times. Then a hand snaked back down to her open slit.

He saw her finger reach under and slowly draw back up the center of that pink furrow. She gasped when the finger finally rubbed over her button. She pushed the finger back down until it was partially buried along the length of her slit. She curled the tip up inside her and moaned. She seemed to slump down forcing the finger farther inside. Now the finger reappeared and she used her whole hand to rub around. Her eyes closed again and she began to gasp and moan almost continuously. The heel of her hand was rubbing her clit and her fingers were massaging her pussy.

Bill's cock felt like steel. He couldn't touch it now, afraid that he might cum before she had finished her show. Now she was tugging on a nipple with one hand and strumming her clit with the other. He sensed that she was close to orgasm.

Suddenly she launched herself forward beside him. She began jerking his cock with one hand while enclosing the head with her lips.

"Nancy! I'm about to cum!" She kept using her hand and mouth on him. She wanted him to cum in her mouth! That idea sent him over the edge. He thought he spurted so hard that he might have bruised her mouth. His release was so draining that he either passed out or fell asleep immediately.

When Bill came around a few minutes later he heard the shower running. He thought about getting in with her, but couldn't raise the energy.

A few minutes later she came out, drying herself with a towel. Now he got up and went to her. Taking the towel he began blotting the water from her skin. She had been so wonderful to him. The rest of the evening was going to be about her.

He led her to the bed and laid her down. He began gently kissing randomly around her chest, her neck, her face and her ears. Her nipples erected about the same time that he did. She reached for him.

"No, let me pleasure you," he said gently.

When he touched her between the legs, he discovered that the shower had washed away that river of moisture she had had earlier. He was happy to fix that. He moved downward and started kissing and licking around her ankle. He moved between her legs and nibbled upward. Soon he reached his target. At first he just flicked his tongue very lightly over her button. Soon his saliva mixed with her replenished juices and he was able to push two fingers inside her. In a short time she soared upward and collapsed back after an orgasm. 

He moved upward. She spread her legs lazily in her afterglow. He inserted himself and by the third stroke he was buried inside. He waited for her to adjust. When she humped back at him, he responded. He was slower on his second time, but when he gauged she was close, he thrust harder and more rapidly. She moaned loudly in his ear. Within a minute he exploded inside her as she lay limp under him.

When the clock went off in the morning, he felt her snuggled against his side. As Bill ambled to the bathroom, he remembered the events of last night. As a result he stood in front of the toilet for a couple of minutes thinking about Wednesday's Braves game, before he was soft enough to relieve his bladder.

He crawled back into bed and snuggled up against Nancy. Then he reached around and caressed her breast. As she stirred and rolled toward him, he kissed her. She had cum breath and he had pussy breath, but that didn't stop them from tangling tongues. When he slid his hand downward, she broke away.

"I've got an early appointment this morning. Plus, both you and I were very energetic last night. I'm too sore to take you this morning, and it might be tomorrow night before I'll feel good again. Get another five minutes sleep while I grab a shower."

He dozed until she came out. This time she was dry and wearing her robe. She turned away from his obvious problem as he plodded in to the steamy space and got under the water. Visions of her fingers on her snatch alternated with his memory of spurting in her mouth. Finally, he took matters into his own hand. After about twenty strokes he watched his cum swirl down the drain.

***

Things went smoother after that. Bill had read some stories on the web about cheating wives. Bill used an eagle eye, but Nancy didn't act like she was having an affair, at least not like any fictional story described. She didn't have nights out with the girls; she didn't have appointments at night to show houses; she was home on time and fixed dinner more often than before. 

Their sex life picked up. She never had headaches or was too tired when he approached her. They had both enjoyed oral sex before, but now she seemed to want to do it more to him and often completed it with him in her mouth. When she wasn't giving him blow jobs, she was hot to trot. She often was wet and ready almost from his first brief kiss when he arrived home. She might pull him into the den and lie on the couch pulling her panties to one side. Whenever she did this she was almost sloppy wet and very enthusiastic.

The one thing that Bill missed was performing oral sex on Nancy. He used to do that almost every time they made love, but now she seemed to either want to perform on him or to just screw. 

Bill tried to ignore the 400-pound gorilla in the room and for the most part he was successful. When he did think about her affair, he was sure that she was only doing something infrequently. The stories that he had read talked about couples meeting two or three times a week at a motel. Hell, even for a cheap hotel that would be $120 per week. Nancy was good in bed, but she wasn't that good. And by the way, who could take off a couple of hours several days a week. Any boss would be all over the guy.

***

The first Wednesday in June, Nancy and Bill were eating dinner. "I'm going to be gone Friday and Saturday night," she announced.

"Where are you going?" She occasionally attended real estate conventions or sales seminars. He was surprised that he hadn't heard of this before.

"New Orleans. We'll leave Friday afternoon and be back Sunday evening."

"Who is going?"

"It's just the two of us."

Bill slowly figured out who 'the two of us' were. "You're going to go off with your lover for a weekend?" His voice rose from a normal pitch to a higher shout.

"Yes." She said it simply, like she had been asked if she'd picked up the dry cleaning.

"What happened to 'our time together will be like always, no changes'?

"You spent a bunch of weekends in Bowling Green. I'm sure you didn't forego company then."

"So we're back to what happened twelve years ago?"

"If you want to put it that way, yes we are. This is one weekend. I don't think it will happen again, but I'm going to do this once." 

He sputtered and fumed, but she had decided. They finished dinner in silence. Afterward he got his pajamas and book from their bedroom and went to the guestroom.

On Thursday Bill left early for the office. He ate dinner at a sports bar and watched the Braves game. Watched was an over-statement. He mostly thought about where they were. Ever since last night, something had been gnawing in the back of his mind. On his second beer he remembered. 

Betty Jones had called last week and suggested that the two couples take in a play this coming Saturday. Nancy had turned down the invitation, explaining to him that she was feeling really stressed. Now it was obvious. The stress was that she was already planning to be out of town this weekend. She had just waited to tell him.

His cell rang twice during the evening. Nancy was looking for him. The third time he texted her to say he was out and wouldn't take any calls. When he finally went home, he walked straight to the guestroom and locked the door. He heard the doorknob rattle, but no words were exchanged.

Over the weekend he moved his toiletries into the guest bathroom. Sunday night he was already locked in the guestroom, when he heard her come in. She didn't try to see him.

Monday she called him at work. "I'm fixing dinner tonight. Can you be here about six?"

He pulled into the garage about one minute before six. She handed him a glass of pinot grigio when he walked in. While he took his coat off, she served up linguini with clam sauce. Tossed salads were already on the dining room table.

"Do you want a divorce?" He asked. He had already drunk half the wine and they were just picking up their forks to eat. 

"No, I still love you. I don't love him. I told him that I couldn't go off on another weekend."

"Did you tell him it was over between you?"

"No."

"This is a real problem. I don't know how much longer I can take this. Before this weekend, I was ignoring my feelings, making believe that nothing strange was going on, but your trip means I can't ignore that any longer."

"Please try. Just for a little while. Please?"

"Nancy, I'll try, but I'm close to breaking." 

She noticed that he addressed her as Nancy, not 'Honey', not 'Babe'. He was moving away from her.

Bill continued to sleep in the guestroom. There was no sex between them.

***

The following Saturday Nancy was off to sell houses. Bill had gotten an ad courtesy of junk mail about a sale on knit golf shirts. He had recently noticed that some of his shirts had begun to look a little used, so he drove to the store in a mall on the other side of town. As usual, he parked on the far side of the mall from the store. It used up more calories walking that way.

Bill turned the corner and there she was. She was wearing a red jersey knit mini-dress that he had never seen. He always liked her to wear red. It looked good with her black hair. She was about ten feet away when they first saw each other, but by the time they stopped they were perhaps three feet apart. His eyes scanned down her figure. He could see her nipples. She was braless. She colored slightly. It had been years since he'd seen her blush. He looked at how smoothly the material clung to her hips with no panty line. She was wearing high-heeled sandals, at least three inches. When their eyes met again, she was blushing furiously. He saw that she was wearing a black velvet choker with a teardrop pearl hanging down.

Bill looked around. A man had stopped beside her. He was of average build, a couple of inches shorter than Bill, but still taller than Nancy even with her heels, somewhere in his forties, also. He was shaved bald, but had a goatee and mustache. He looked at Bill curiously, and then at Nancy. Then he looked back at Bill and smirked.

On the other side of him was another woman, in her thirties, wearing a similar red mini-dress – and an identical black choker. She looked at Bill impatiently. He stared at her for a few seconds. In his brain the other shoe dropped. 

Bill looked back at Nancy. This time she looked down at her feet.

Suddenly Bill didn't need those shirts. He turned on his heel and walked straight back to his car.

***

She got home about 6:30. Bill had ordered pizza delivered – about an hour and a half ago. It was stone cold.

"Sell many houses today?" The sarcasm was undeniable.

"I didn't have any appointments and I was second in line for walk-ins. I took off a little early."

"I met you about noon. Since you had to change and since it's about thirty minutes from your office to the mall, I'm surprised you even went by the office. I thought you told me that the two of you didn't go out?"

"Well, we do sometimes. Not every time, but occasionally."

"You remember that I told you that if anybody found out, you'd have to break it off. Now that I've seen you out, I bet that at least one of our friends has seen you."

"Nobody has ever spoken to me, if they did. Besides, if it was just once, I'd simply introduce him as a friend that I ran into while shopping, or that I was having a casual lunch with."

"So he does take her out, at least to lunch," Bill concluded. "And frequently enough that she's thought about how to cover her tracks."

"Look, please end this. I got through six or seven weeks without having to think about this. Now, in the past two weeks you have really pushed it on me."

"I can tell it's winding down, but I'm not finished yet."

***

Wednesday morning about 10 AM, Bill got a call from Nancy. "Can you take off early this afternoon?"

"Probably, how early?"

"Could you meet me at 3 out on Peachtree Industrial?"

"I guess."

"Meet me at a bar called Cow Patty's. It's about a mile north of the Perimeter on the access road."

"Okay."

"If you get there before I do, get a booth on the back wall where we'll be away from everybody."

"What's this about?"

"I'll tell you when we get there. It's nothing serious. Order me a white wine."

Bill got to Cow Patty's a little before 3. He didn't see Nancy when he walked in, so, as instructed he found a booth on the back wall. Since there were few customers in the place at that time of day, a waitress quickly appeared to take his order.

Bill surveyed the bar. It seemed like a redneck joint, not a place that Nancy would want to frequent. It was pretty large with a dance floor. Surrounding the floor were wooden tables and chairs that had seen many years of use. The whole place including the staff had seen many years of use.

The waitress returned with the drinks. As she finished counting out change from the twenty, Nancy showed up. She was wearing a summery cotton mini-dress, a floral print in green with a zipper down the front. Green was not one of her colors. Her skin tone did not show well against the green. She teetered on a pair of platform heels.

"Hi." She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

When she straightened up, Bill saw another shape behind her. The goatee-and-mustache from the mall was here, also.

"Nice to formally meet you," Mustache said as he slid into the booth. Nancy followed him in.

Bill didn't say anything and neither man offered to shake hands.

"Why are we here?" Bill looked directly at Nancy.

"Nancy has a need to be dominated and sometimes humiliated," Mustache stated. "This is a day for humiliation."

"I didn't ask you, shithead!"

"Bill, please. This will go faster if you just listen." Nancy sounded determined.

"Your wife has a fine body. It's a shame that she covers it up so much. I appreciate looking at it. Unzip your dress a little, dear."

Nancy moved the zipper down between her breasts.

"Her skin is so soft and smooth." Mustache put his hand on her cheek and slowly moved his fingertips down to her shoulder. "Her neck is so slender and graceful." His fingers moved across the base of her neck and then his hand moved up to grasp it, like the cover photo for a murder mystery where the victim is strangled. 

"So beautiful! Her other charms are just as beautiful. Unzip your dress."

Bill saw the white stripe of skin slowly lengthen as the zipper moved down. It stopped somewhere below her waist, but he couldn't see from his side of the table.

"You are lucky to have such a beautiful creature for your own, but you must share her with the rest of the world." A single finger traced down her breastbone. The finger paused and hooked the open cloth, pulling it further apart.

The material slowly rose up over the soft flesh, the little bumps of her aureole appeared, finally her nipple popped out, dark brown and erect. The finger pulled the cloth until it was caught between her arm and her side. She had twisted to face towards the wall.

"Such a lovely body," murmured Mustache. His finger circled the nipple. A look that Bill didn't understand passed between the other two.

"No, I don't want to," murmured Nancy. Again she looked at Mustache strangely.

"Just do it," he commanded. 

Bill saw her shiver.

"I have to go to the little girl's room," Nancy announced. She pulled the dress closed. Bill heard the zipper start to move.

"No, don't," instructed Mustache. "You've learned to walk so that you're not too exposed." Nancy slipped out of the booth. Bill noticed that she walked slowly across the floor so as not to catch any breeze that might open her dress further.




The Velvet Choker Ch. 02



"A beautiful woman, appreciated by many." Mustache pulled Bill's attention away from Nancy and back to the table. "Perhaps, you'd like to see how she was appreciated in New Orleans." He pulled a stack of pictures from his pocket.

"We went to Bourbon Street the first night." He pushed a snapshot across the table to the left of Bill. Nancy, dressed in short shorts and a sleeveless top, was in the middle of a crowd. There was lacy ironwork in the background.

"She wanted a string of beads. You know how pretty women get beads on Bourbon Street?" He put another photo beside the first. Nancy had her blouse pulled up, breasts exposed.

"She turned out to be really popular." Another photo appeared. Again, she had her blouse pulled up. This time she had a half dozen strings of beads hanging down.

"She got really excited showing off. When we returned to the hotel, she insisted on walking down the hall nude." He added another picture to the end of the row. It was Nancy, nude, from the back, walking down a long hallway. Maybe twenty strings of beads were hanging down her back. The beads pointed to her firm ass, accented by high-heeled sandals. Bill thought her ass was kind of skinny, but so sexy.

"Of course, she had to wait for me to open the door." He placed another picture in the row.

Bill looked at the last picture. She stood there leaning to her left, a hand on the door handle. Her eyes were half-lidded with lust. The beads hung down, but her pose made them circle one breast, showing the brown nipple as a target surrounded by the multi-colored plastic. His eyes swept down her long legs and then jumped back up. Her bush had been trimmed to what he had heard called a Mohawk. There was a pink line dividing her pussy.

God, she was desirable. He wanted to fuck this slut.

"She is hot, isn't she?" Mustache's condescending voice brought him back to the sordid bar. "Ah, my dear, you're back." 

Nancy was standing at the end of the table. "You said you wouldn't show those to him." Bill could see that the zipper was open about four inches below her waist.

"I wanted him to see your humiliation in New Orleans. Show us what you were doing in the Ladies' Room."

She tossed some yellow cloth on the table. Bill caught a whiff of her scent. He realized it was a thong, a thong wet with her juices.

"Now raise your skirt."

She lifted it slowly. Bill was mesmerized as the trim legs were slowly revealed. She stopped just below the juncture of her thighs.

"Come, come, my dear. Don't be shy. Show us that cute cunt."

Nancy pulled the skirt up to her waist. Bill could see that the Mohawk was gone and she was entirely bald. Again, he could see a pink line between her legs.

"Yes, she really is hot. A lot of men think so." A last picture slid across to the end of the line. Back in Bourbon Street again, Nancy was lifting her blouse. Beads were hanging down the center. A white hand was holding one breast, a black one the other.

Mustache swept the pictures together and stuck them in Bill's coat pocket. "Here, you can keep these. I've got more at home."

Nancy was still holding up her skirt when Bill bolted past her for the door.

***

Bill didn't expect Nancy home much before seven. He had just gotten on the Perimeter when he heard the radio announce three separate accidents on the Interstates around Atlanta. He didn't know where she had to go to get her car, but she wasn't going to get there fast and she wasn't going to get home fast.

He poured a double scotch. He didn't feel like eating, but he grabbed a handful of nuts. He sat in the den, no lights, no TV, no thoughts.

Nancy came in about 7:30. She was wearing her real estate uniform, slacks, blouse, and flats.

"How many men did you fuck in New Orleans?"

"Nobody but him."

"Yeah, right!"

"He asked me to, but I refused."

"What the fuck was this afternoon all about?"

"He likes to humiliate me, sometimes. He told me it would be more humiliating if you saw me."

"When we started, I told you I wouldn't stand for any humiliation of me."

"I didn't humiliate you."

"You bring your lover to meet me. He fondles you in front of me. He has you do things that you wouldn't do for me. He shows me pictures of you exposing yourself in New Orleans. What part of humiliation don't you understand?"

"I'm sorry." She hung her head. "He told me that the pictures were just for him. I didn't think about the rest of it. I should have."

It was silent for a bit.

"I'm going to turn in." He stood and left the room. When he got to the guestroom, he closed and locked the door. He started to strip down to take a shower. He hung up his slacks and then grabbed his sport coat to hang up. He remembered the pictures.

Taking them out of the pocket where Mustache had jammed them, he threw them on the bed. The one with two hands covering her breasts was the top one. He tore it in two and then in half again and again. He took the others from Bourbon Street and did the same one by one. He looked at the last two showing her in the hotel hall. 

She was gorgeous. She was sexy. She wasn't his anymore. He broke down crying.



The Velvet Choker Ch. 03



The next morning Bill got out of the house early, avoiding Nancy. Shortly after 9AM he called a guy in town who had worked as the client contact on a project that Bill had supervised. He had heard that Joe had gotten a divorce in the last six months. He made a luncheon date.

Bill and Joe played 'Whatever happened to ...' until the food arrived. After the waiter left, Bill started the real conversation. "I was sorry to hear that you got divorced."

"Yeah, shit happens."

"I may be in the same situation. Can I ask what lawyer you used and about some of the mechanics."

"Despite what you hear on TV, everything is pretty straightforward. The first time I met with my lawyer he told me unless we had a prenup or one of us had a lot of money, things were going to be split equitably. In our case we didn't have any children and neither one of us had a lot of money when we got married, so the assets were split 50 – 50. I make somewhat more that she does so I have to pay maintenance for a few years, but then that's over. What else do you want to know?"

"Would you give me your lawyer's name?"

When Bill got back to his office, the email from Joe was already there. He called immediately and got an appointment that afternoon.

The initial interview went as Joe had described. Bill wrote out a check for a retainer. "Can you recommend a private investigator?" Bill asked the lawyer.

"I know you're mad about the adultery, Bill, but more information isn't going to do anything for the divorce."

"I understand what you told me, but I want to find out who this sleaze ball is."

"You're not thinking about doing anything stupid, are you? Despite any stories you may have read, the cops are quite good at solving crimes, even if they happen in back alleys on moonless nights; especially when adulterous spouses are involved."

"I'm a computer nerd. I'm in pretty good shape, but the last time I hit a guy was in the fifth grade. I wouldn't even know where to find a back alley."

The first stop after the lawyer's was his bank. Bill had a checklist of financial changes to make.

It was almost 5PM when he finished. He didn't feel like fighting the rush hour traffic back to his house. He didn't really feel like seeing Nancy today either. He texted her that he was having dinner out and wasn't sure what time he'd be in. Then he shut off his phone.

He stopped at a hotel near his bank in Midtown and wandered into the bar. He started to order a double scotch, but then thought about eventually driving home. "Give me a Sam Adams draft, oh, and bring some chips and salsa." 

Bill took a pull on the beer. Had his life gone to shit starting in April or was it like some Greek tragedy where the seeds of disaster were sown twelve years ago? What path was he following now? He pondered these questions while he sipped on the beer and crunched a few chips. By the time a second beer was sitting in front of him, Bill hadn't reached any conclusions. He decided to turn around and survey the room. The stool rotated one way and a woman going the other way collided with his legs. The woman stopped but her margarita kept going.

"I'm sorry," she exclaimed as they both watched the strawberry-colored stain expand over his legs.

"It's really my fault," he replied as he dabbed at the wet areas with a napkin. "I should have looked before I whirled around."

He noticed her almost empty glass. "Let me buy you a refill for what you spilled."

The late-thirties redhead perched on the stool beside him while the bartender was mixing. "In town on business," she asked looking pointedly at his wedding ring.

"No, I live out in East Cobb."

"Wife out of town, then?"

"No. This is going to sound like a cheesy pick-up line. It's not. My wife and I are having troubles."

He was right. It did sound like a cheesy pick-up line, and she'd heard a lot of cheesy lines during the last three years since her divorce. But there was something about his demeanor and the tone of his voice. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

Bill started to decline, but he had no one to talk to. Perhaps the beer had gone to his head. "Look, I haven't had anything to eat. Would you let me buy you dinner and talk your ear off? We could just grab one of the tables over there." He indicated an area on the other side of the room.

"Sure." She didn't know why, maybe it was the lost-puppy look.

As they sat down, he started. "I'm Bill."

"Hi, Bill. I'm Patricia."

"Now why do I feel like I'm in an AA meeting. I guess I am addicted in some ways." A rueful grin crossed his face. "I don't know you and we probably don't have any friends in common, but some of what I'm going to tell you – well, I'm ashamed of. Please don't tell anybody else." He looked earnestly at her.

"You've got my word." 

He ordered a burger; she ordered a salad. After the waitress left, he cleared his throat. "About twelve years ago..."

He told her about his affair, his marriage, and his kids. "In April I cooked dinner one Saturday..." 

He told her about Nancy's announcement. He described how he had adjusted and how things seemed to be going okay, until she wanted to go to New Orleans. "I guess that weekend I began to figure out that things were not going to work out."

"What happened when she got back?"

"She didn't try to see me Sunday night. Monday she cooked dinner and said it would never happen again. I asked her to break it off, but she wouldn't. I've continued to sleep in the guestroom." Then Bill told her about running into Nancy on Saturday.

"Well, she was still covered up." Patricia was trying to defend her gender-mate.

Bill told her about trying to get Nancy to go braless on vacations and around Atlanta. He also told her about the disastrous request on their Caribbean vacation. "Then, yesterday she called me in the morning..."

"Wow! She's really standing there showing off her, uh, her Brazilian Wax job?"

"Of course her back was to the room. With so few people there in the middle of the afternoon, nobody could see her but us. And then this guy pulls out one last picture..."

It was after nine o'clock when Bill left to go home. At least he had gotten most of his fears and concerns off his chest. 

***

Meanwhile, Nancy was alone. "Have I really screwed this up, now," she asked herself. "Bill was really mad and I guess I don't blame him. I've done about everything I wanted to try, and a lot of things I didn't realize I wanted to try. Maybe it's time to wind it down."

The text she had received from Bill made her think that Bill might be out with another woman. He had spent the night before her New Orleans trip out of the house, and he hadn't approached her for sex since then. She could understand why, but she didn't want to lose her marriage. She was walking a tightrope now.

She remembered the weekend in New Orleans. Showing her boobs in public like that, what a rush! And those cute college boys, making such a fuss over an old gal. She couldn't believe it when Mike told Brian, your typical fraternity airhead, and Dondre, a chiseled black who probably played football, to feel her boobs. Then Dondre leaned in and licked one before they wandered off.

A little later she had collected many more beads when she saw Dondre come back and say something in Mike's ear. Mike looked at her and then said something to Dondre. They walked over. "Nancy, it's time to go back to the hotel," Mike said.

"One more string," She said and looked around. A young female college student wearing a couple of strings of beads looked her in the eye. She flashed her boobs at the blonde. The blonde laughed and threw her a string. Then the three started off: Mike on one side of Nancy, Dondre on the other.

It was three or four blocks back to the hotel. The excitement of flashing all those people had burned away any effects from the drinks she'd had earlier in the evening. The adrenaline rush was keeping her going, though.

They had turned two corners when Mike spoke. "She's got great tits, hasn't she?"

"She really does," the black student agreed. "They stand out pretty good on such a slender body."

"Not quite Dolly Parton, but I can't keep my hands off 'em." Mike stopped the group and stuck one hand up the cotton shell she was wearing. "Don't you want to check 'em out?"

"Don't mind if I do," Dondre said in his deep, liquid-honey voice. His black arm disappeared under her top.

Mike was edging them into the entrance of a store that had closed for the night. They were off the sidewalk. He slid his hand down to her shorts. "I want to see how wet my slut is." He popped the snap on her shorts. At his instruction she hadn't worn any panties. His finger quickly found her wetness. He circled her clit twice. She felt close to orgasm.

"Spread your legs more. Dondre wants to feel how wet you are." Nancy shivered.

"Feel her, Dondre."

She felt his hard muscles against her side as his hand slipped southward. His finger curled up inside her valley and then retreated to her clit.

"You're close aren't you?" Mike asked.

"Ummm hmmm. Oh, yes!" Dondre was hitting just the right spot.

"Why don't we all go up to the room and you can have us both," Mike whispered in her ear.

Nancy was about to agree when Dondre pinched her clit hard. "Owww!" She knocked his arm away. "God, that hurt. Mike, let's go. He can find somebody who's into pain."

She continued to sample the memories of that weekend. The next day they woke late, just in time for lunch in the hotel restaurant. In mid-afternoon Mike had led her to a touristy bar. "Go inside and pick up a woman. I'll follow you in after a minute or two and watch. Take her back to our room. I'll give you thirty minutes before I show up 'unexpectedly'." He used air quotes.

That wasn't her first time with a woman. Mike had put her between Monica's legs only three weeks after their first encounter. Afterwards she had been ashamed. The next time with Monica she had secretly enjoyed it. The third time Mike remarked on her enthusiasm. He didn't bring Monica back very often after that. By that time she had Monica's phone number. Nancy was sure that Mike didn't know that on Tuesday's while he was trolling the bar for new lovers, she was at Monica's.

The only problem that Saturday in New Orleans was that she had never had to seduce a woman from scratch. She looked around the room and saw three women who were alone. She wasn't sure why she picked Becky, but they struck up an easy conversation and less than an hour later they were naked in the hotel suite. She later thought that she must have the 'gay-dar' that she had heard of.

She returned to her first musings. Mike would be out of town next week. She'd find some way to break it off after he returned.

***

Friday afternoon Bill was in the office of Jack Black, a private investigator. "Jack I want to find out who my wife's been screwing. How much is it going to cost?"

"$500 a day plus unusual expenses. That means I throw in local mileage for free. She may meet the guy on the first day or it may take two weeks, if there is a guy. Sometimes it turns out to be nothing. You want me to start Monday?"

"I know there's a guy. I've seen him, but that makes me think. If I remember correctly, her period should start this weekend. I'll check her birth control pills when I get home. They probably won't get together next week. Also Wednesday seems to be a preferred day. So, let's start a week from Wednesday."

"Can you get me pictures of her, her car, tell me where she works, any recurring meetings, any other stuff?" Jack asked.

Bill left after giving Jack as much as he could. He got an email address to send the pictures to.

***

The next week Bill found himself downtown again at the end of the day after visiting a client. It was Thursday. He remembered talking to Patricia. "Eating Out – back late," was the text he sent to Nancy before turning his cell off.

He walked into the hotel bar about 6:30. He looked around, but the place was full. He spied a stand-up table away from most of the crowd and perched there while a waitress fetched a drink. He couldn't see any redheads around.

His beer was almost gone and he was beginning to feel stupid. What did he hope to get out of this? Did he come here to get laid? Probably, but what would a pretty, single girl want with a washed-up old guy like him? He should just split and grab something from Mickey D's on the way home.

"Well, back in this part of town?" He jerked his head up to gaze into a pair of green eyes.

"I was down at AT&T and decided to wait out the traffic here. You come here every Thursday?"

"Most of them. My office is just up on Peachtree and a group of us come here to relax."

Last week they had talked exclusively about his problems. This week he learned about her over a second beer and a refill of her margarita. "Hey, can I buy you dinner again," Bill asked nodding to the tables across the room.

"Yeah, but let's go someplace else." They walked three blocks to a side street that had several restaurants on it. 

An hour and a half later she refused dessert and they walked back outside. "You have anyplace special to go," she asked him.

He looked in her eyes and realized what she wanted. He leaned forward and kissed her. It was only lips gently against lips, but they both could feel the connection. "Follow me back to my place," she requested.

After Patricia closed the door to her condo, he took her in his arms. This time their tongues dueled. They broke and she guided him to her couch. He sat and she straddled him, her legs snug against his. They returned to smooching.

Soon one of his hands moved to her breast. He gently caressed the silkiness of her blouse over the laciness of her bra. She pressed firmly into his palm. Both his hands moved to the buttons. Soon the silkiness of her blouse was replaced by the silkiness of her skin. It had been a long time since he had to unhook a bra and he fumbled with it, but it finally came loose.

Patricia shook her arms and the bra seemed to fly sideways to the other end of the couch. Even in her late forties, Nancy's boobs were pert and sat high on her chest. Patricia's were lush, overflowing handfuls of soft pillows. Bill leaned forward and licked a nipple. When he sat back she twisted her torso to present him with the other nipple. "Oooh, honey, yes," she moaned.

He lifted his head and pulled her to him in another kiss. While that continued, he dropped a hand between her legs. He could feel the heat of her crotch even through her slacks. Her tongue attacked him furiously. He reached far underneath and ran a finger from the cleft of her ass around to her clitoral area. She bucked against his hand.

They kissed some more as he lightly stroked her crotch. He moved his hand to the waistband of her slacks and shoved it inside to feel the softness of her ass. "Stand up," he commanded. He pulled down her pants and panties at the same time.

She grabbed his belt. He helped her take his clothes off, and then she climbed back on top of him inserting him between her legs. They kissed once more. After twenty seconds or so, he began thrusting upwards. She broke the kiss and laid her head on his shoulder.

She was sure that he had gone too long without sex. With a brand new partner the first time would be quick. "Don't wait on me," she whispered. "We've got time enough for a second round."

In about a minute she felt him thrust high inside her and then his dick throbbed several times. She had enjoyed it, but true to her word they had a second round and this time both of them got off.

***

The following Wednesday was the first day that Jack Black was supposed to follow Nancy. About 5:30, Bill's cell phone rang.

"Bill, this is Jack Black. You were right about Wednesdays. I followed her to the house of Mike Stone. She was there approximately four hours."

"Do you know anything more about this guy? What he does? Wife? Children?"

"I did a quick check. He's got a business as a manufacturer's rep for heating and air conditioning equipment. It's called PeacHVAC, mostly commercial stuff."

"See if you can find out how it's doing with the recession and get me any other info that might be useful."

On Friday afternoon Jack called again. "I've got some more info for you. PeacHVAC is having problems in this economy, just like all the other construction-related businesses. There are some late payments on working capital loans. In fact one of the loans is close to default."

"That's great information. Are you going to be around for a little while?"

"Yeah, it's Friday and I'm all dressed up with no place to go."

"I'll call you back in a few."

Fifteen minutes later Bill dialed Jack. "Jack, I'm going to email you a name and phone number. Call this guy and get him to hack into PeacHVAC's computer s and get me the important files. He'll know what to do. Don't let him know my name. I'll pay his usual rates through you."

On Tuesday Bill picked up a CD-ROM with a lot of different files. "Some other things you might want to know," Jack told him."He's got an Audi A8 registered to the business and a Porsche 911 as a personal vehicle. His condo was bought seven years ago and registered as a place of business, although he moved to a regular office just a year after that."

That evening Bill loaded the QuickBook files from PeacHVAC on to his personal laptop. He spent the evening analyzing what he had.

***

Two weeks later on Thursday Bill and Patricia were finishing dinner at her condo. The dinner salad that she had fixed was cold. The lingerie that she was wearing was hot. Afterwards she served Peach Melba for dessert.

"I shouldn't eat this," Bill said.

"Don't worry. I'll work those calories off you in no time."

"I wasn't worried about the calories. I'm worried that my mouth will be too cold."

"You don't think that I can heat it up?"

"Let's see." He pulled her on to his lap and they kissed." After a minute he pulled back. "Let's check how warm my mouth is." He pulled a strap off her shoulder and then pulled the material down exposing a breast. He bent and tongued the nipple.

"Feels warm to me," she said while caressing his hair.

"But, is it warm enough?" He picked up his dessert bowl and held it against her boob.

"Oh! Oh! Enough! Quit it!" She squirmed and giggled in his lap.

He pulled the bowl away and leaned down again to suck and nibble.

"Oh, don't – don't stop." She pulled him firmly against her flesh. "It's warm enough. It's hot!" She took the bowl out of his hand and put it back on the table while moving his mouth to her neglected side.

"Let's go where it's more comfortable." She stood up and led him to her bedroom. She started to shed her lingerie.

"Wait, I want to do that, but not just yet." He began to strip and she helped. As he stepped out of his slacks, Patricia ran her hands up and down his arms. She loved to feel his muscles.

They kissed again as they moved to the middle of the bed. They wrapped together as they sank to the sheets. He rubbed the soft material over her smooth skin. They kissed and stroked and rubbed together for many minutes before he finally stripped her. Then he began kissing down her body. He nibbled her breasts for a while before descending lower.

He rolled between her legs. He used both thumbs to spread her lips. Starting at the bottom he licked slowly and gently up to her clit. He swirled around her button and then traced back lower. When he got to the center of her pussy, he thrust his tongue in and out several times like he was fucking her. Then, he licked up and down several times.

He moved his attentions to her clit. At the same time he pushed two fingers inside her. He feathered around her clit. He slipped one finger out of her pussy and lightly moved it down to her nether hole. He pushed it perhaps a half inch in.




The Velvet Choker Ch. 03



When she felt the pressure on her bottom, she lifted one leg. It made it easier for him and changed the angle to make it easier for her. He hadn't tried this before, but she was happy about his advance. Occasionally she liked to be fucked that way. She hadn't had anyone do that in over a year. "Oooh, you do me so good," she moaned.

Between his tongue and his fingers she didn't last much longer. He felt her pussy and ass contract around his fingers.

He let her rest for a minute or two. Then he moved up her body and entered her. She murmured softly as she bent her legs around him. He started slowly, but after about eight or nine minutes he sped up. He burst inside her and collapsed on to his elbows, finally rolling off as he softened enough to begin to slip out. She snuggled into the crook of his arm and kissed his neck.

They lay there for a little while. "Have you ever kissed a woman?" Bill asked.

"Have you ever kissed a man? What brought that up? Do you want a threesome?"

"No, I've never kissed a man. You're about ten years younger than me. You were in college when it started to be cool to be bisexual. I know a lot of girls made out with other girls on dares."

"Well, I guess I was one of those girls." 

"Did you like it? Did you ever want to do more?"

She looked at his face. There was more than idle curiosity, but it wasn't frat-boy salaciousness. She couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking. She rolled over so that she was straddling his thigh. "It was one of my sorority sisters at a fraternity party. We kissed several times, eventually with tongue. Her kisses were pretty hot. She squeezed my boob and I squeezed hers. When the hollering became too loud we stopped. Late that night she came by my room and we went further. She was a senior and I was a junior. We got together a half dozen times before she graduated."

He felt her push against his leg twice during the retelling. "Was that the only woman?"

She pushed against his thigh again. "When my ex and I were separated, but before the divorce was final, I attended a support group. Another woman and I became good friends. One night we split a bottle of wine at her house. You might say we enjoyed some other splits that night. We carried on for about six months doing everything together. She even took me to Fantasy Fest in Key West. Boy, was that a wild weekend." She was grinding against his thigh continually. 

"But after a while we decided that males were our long term interests. We still talk; in fact she's getting married this fall, but no more sex. Remembering those two has made me hot." She crawled up enough to kiss him. In a minute or two he was hard and she got on top and rode him to her third orgasm and his second.

She was lying on top of him, waiting for him to slip out. "Why did you want to know, really?"

"I want some payback from my wife."

***

The following Thursday Bill showed up at their house about the same time as Nancy. 

"Well, aren't I lucky? My husband is going to spend the night with me," she said caustically.

"You are lucky," he replied. "I guess that I'm lucky, too, that you're home."

After cold cuts in front of the TV, Bill turned to Nancy. "I want you to call Mike Stone and get him to come over here at 7, tomorrow evening."

"Who is Mike Stone?"

Bill couldn't believe that she was trying this. "The stupid shit that you've been fucking for the last five months!" he shouted. "Now, go make the call."

***

A few minutes before 7PM on Friday, Bill and Nancy were in their den. Both were dressed very casually. It was obvious that Nancy was braless. "Are you sure you understand what you need to do," he asked.

"Yes," she replied quietly.

The doorbell rang and Bill answered it. "Come in, Mr. Stone."

The Mustache walked in and immediately noticed Nancy's nipples. "Do you need me to show you how to handle your wife?" He smirked.

"No, Mr. Stone. I need you to learn the dangers in handling my wife. Does Southeastern Bank ring a bell with you?"

"Maybe."

"They were worried about the status of an outstanding note to PeacHVAC. They were willing to sell the note to me."

"So now I owe you $30,000? If I want Nancy next week, then you send her over or I won't pay $30,000. You'll have to pay a lawyer to get it. Seems like you've made a mistake." Stone chuckled.

"Suppose we compare our legal understanding. If you default on a loan, that loan becomes due AND there is a clause in your senior loan at SunBurst Bank that will cause that loan to become due. Can you raise $200,000 for Sunburst and $30,000 for me by Monday morning?" Bill paused and the room was quiet. "I didn't think so. Also both loans required you to sign as president of PeacHVAC and also as Michael Stone, private party. That means that your personal property is on the line also." Again, quiet descended over the trio.

Finally, Stone spoke. "I've got plenty of assets. I can tie you up for months and then just pay everything off."

"But while you tie everything up, your business will go down the drain and a lot of your assets with it. If I put you in bankruptcy Monday morning, the first thing that will be seized will be your business assets while our lawyers discuss what's going on. That means all the furniture and any inventory will be seized and the remaining lease for the office space added to the bankruptcy."

"Also, your Audi is a business asset, so it will be seized and disposed of immediately. Do you have any idea what the Audi will go for if it has to be sold in a week or two? Probably a lot less than it's really worth. How about your condo?"

"That's my personal property. You can't seize that immediately." Stone interrupted.

"When you started PeacHVAC, you listed it as a business address. The Sherriff may let you take out some very personal items, but it will go to auction pretty quickly also. In this market, you'll probably get $200,000 less than the comps and anything above your mortgage will go to the business bankruptcy first."

"All in all, I'd say you'd be ruined for five to ten years, plus having to start over with zero assets."

"Okay, I guess I've had enough fun with Nancy. You can have her back." Stone said glumly.

"Well, I've already got her back, but I might still be willing to see you ruined. I'm going to give you one chance. Otherwise, my lawyer will be at the courthouse at 8AM Monday. Nancy, you and Mikey boy take off your clothes."

Stone looked at Bill warily, but he started to disrobe. Nancy had only been wearing shorts and a knit top so she was quickly nude. As Stone dropped his trousers, Bill stood up. Stone stopped, suddenly alarmed.

"I just want to get comfortable for the next activity. Nancy, get me hard." Bill dropped his shorts. He sat back down. She dropped to her knees beside his chair and started to play with his cock using her hands and mouth.

Stone began to get hard as he watched the red lips go up and down. His hand moved to his own prick.

"No, you don't want to do that, yet." Bill told Stone. Nancy soon had Bill at full height. She sat back on her heels.

"Alright, Mikey boy. Get over here and finish the job."

"I'm not a queer. Go ahead. Bankrupt me! Lose 30k!"

"Mikey boy, I can easily lose 30k. But you're on a short leash. The business goes; the Audi goes; the condo goes. I bet I can even use your expense accounts to show that the Porsche was used mostly for business and should be seized. If you don't want to end up on Social Security eating cat food, get over here and suck me off."

Stone looked sick, but moved toward Bill. Then he knelt down, grabbed Bill's cock and started to stroke rapidly. 

Bill put a hand on his arm. "Suck!"

Stone leaned over and followed the command. A light flashed. Stone jerked up. "What the hell?"

Nancy was holding a camera. Another flash caught Stone still holding Bill's cock. "We'll add several more to those. If something ever happens that shouldn't, these pictures will circulate to your thousand closest friends and acquaintances," Bill declared. "Now, get back to work."

Nancy took several more shots and then put the camera away. She reclined on the couch and watched for a minute or two. She spread her legs and let a hand play between them as the other hand stroked her breast. Bill watched her and pretended that Patricia was blowing him as Nancy masturbated for them both.

After a little while Bill put his hand on Stone's head and erupted in his mouth. "Swallow it and then you can go." Stone gagged, but managed to swallow everything. Bill heard Nancy moan as she came. Then he heard the door close as Stone left.

***

The next morning, Saturday, Nancy was getting ready to go sell houses. "I've got a special dinner planned tonight," Bill said. "If you get back here about 5:15, you can have a nice bath and a glass of wine before I serve at 6."

"Sounds like a plan," she replied, giving him a kiss on the lips as she left.

She arrived home a little after 5PM. Bill drew a bath for her and brought her a glass of wine. "I laid out some clothes for you on the bed," he stated as he left her to soak. She was back downstairs talking with Bill about five minutes before 6PM when the doorbell rang. 

"Glad you could make it." Bill greeted the caller. "Nancy, this is Patricia. Patricia, this is my wife Nancy. Honey, I've asked her over for dinner." He quickly added another place setting to the dinner table.

Nancy was disconcerted by Patricia's arrival for dinner. After the exploitation of Mike Stone last night and Bill laying out a nice peignoir and nightgown set for her tonight, she had hoped that they were moving back together. 

"Glad to meet you," Nancy said. "I didn't realize we were having guests. Excuse me so that I can go change." She was embarrassed to be dressed in an outfit more personal than oriented for hosting. 

"Nonsense," Bill interjected his voice flatter than usual. "You look great. Nobody else will be coming. Patricia, you don't mind her casual dress, do you."

"No. I think her outfit is stunning."

Nancy made small talk with this unexpected guest during dinner. "How did you meet Bill," she asked Patricia as they ate dessert. 

"He was downtown meeting with clients one afternoon."

"So you're business acquaintances?"

"Oh, no, several people from my office had gone out for drinks. He stopped for a drink at the same bar so he could avoid the worst of the traffic and we literally bumped into each other. I really like your peignoir set. The material is beautiful and really sexy." Patricia stared at Nancy's chest.

Nancy glanced down her front. Her nipples were clearly erect. One of them had caught a lacy perforation. Anyone could clearly see the dark brown protuberance through the champagne-colored cloth. Nancy hunched her shoulders and tried to tug unobtrusively at the waist of her gown. The nipple retreated behind the thin material.

Bill got up to clear the dessert plates off the table and bring back brandy snifters. 

"The color of the material certainly compliments your skin," Patricia remarked as she stood and walked around the table. "And it must feel wonderful to wear it." Patricia ran her fingertips over one shoulder strap. Then she slipped her fingers under the strap and rubbed it between fingers and thumb while staring deep into Nancy's eyes.

Nancy couldn't tear her eyes away. She felt the fingers slip down the strap a few inches, the fingernails gently skimming her skin.

"Here's the cognac," Bill announced returning to the table. "Why don't we move into the den where we can relax?"

The little group moved in to the den. Nancy was going to move to her usual seat on the couch, but she found she was hemmed in by Bill on one side and Patricia on the other.

"Bill, did you pick this lingerie out for Nancy?" Patricia asked.

"Yes, I bought it for her and asked her to wear it tonight."

"Husbands are always happy to buy lingerie," Nancy giggled. The second bottle of wine had loosened everyone.

"How do you think this color would look on me?" Patricia asked.

"I think it would look good." Bill stated. "Let's find out. Nancy, take your gown off and let Patricia try it on." He looked directly at Nancy with an air of authority.

"Okay, I'll go change." Nancy turned to walk towards their bedroom, but Bill was blocking her.

"No!" He said firmly. "Just take it off. You're both female. You haven't got anything that she hasn't seen before."

Nancy looked around at Patricia. The younger woman had already unbuttoned her blouse. "I don't know –"

"Just do it!" Bill was firm and authoritative.

As Nancy took off the peignoir, she felt a blush of shame and then a shiver went through her body. When she pulled the nightgown over her head, she felt her nipples harden like never before.

She turned and held out the silken garment toward Patricia. Patricia was just stepping out of her thong. Nancy noticed that her red bush was full, but neatly trimmed to be concealed by her thong. The redhead reached behind and unhooked her bra. Then she took the nightgown from Nancy and slipped it on.

Bill stepped up behind Nancy. "I think it looks good on her, too. Don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Here, feel how the material slides over her skin." Bill took Nancy's hand and moved it to Patricia's waist. "See how smooth it feels?" Then he moved it up her side until the heel rested on the side of Patricia's breast. "Feel how soft it is."

He pulled his wife's hand away. "Why don't you take it off, now."

Nancy lowered her head as if she wasn't looking. Patricia could tell she was. As she handed the gown back, she spread her legs slightly. She knew her wet lower lips were now visible. She saw Nancy's eyes widen. 

Nancy reached for the garment, but Bill grabbed it away. "Patricia, why don't you sit down in that chair?" She did as he asked. "Now, lean back."

When she was seated. Bill spoke again. "Nancy, kneel down on the floor in front of her."

"Now, Patricia spread your legs. Nancy, lick her."

"But she's a female," Nancy whined. "I'm not gay."

"Do it, bitch!" Patricia grabbed Nancy's hair and pulled her face against the wet gash.

Nancy started to lick. Soon it was obvious to the other two that she was enjoying it. Nancy marveled at the taste. She was sweeter than either Monica or Becky, but the tang of woman was still there. She ran her tongue down to the bottom of the slit and thrust in and out several times. 

"That's a good bitch." Patricia cooed. "You like licking me, don't you? You aren't gay, but you like lezzie juice sometimes. Oooh, that's the right spot. Right there, little lezzie, right there."

In a few minutes Patricia made that funny noise that Bill knew meant an orgasm. Her legs grabbed Nancy's head and then flopped open.

"My turn," he commanded as he grabbed Nancy's shoulder. He sat on the couch. She leaned over his lap and began pumping and bobbing. She had been working on Bill for a few minutes when she suddenly felt a warm body behind her.

"You are good," she heard Patricia whisper in her ear. "I could get used to you." Patricia slipped a hand between her legs and gently stroked her clit. "Next Saturday, I'm going to bring my strap-on and fuck you while you blow Bill. How would you like that nice fuck 'n suck."

Nancy shivered.