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Francy

By: Hcstuds



It seemed that every day he could not wait to see her. She had made such a difference in his life and he did not think that she even knew it. She came to work at the clubhouse about a month and a half ago and since then his life had changed. She was very pretty. Even though she was from Columbia, she was blond. Her breasts were not all that large but big enough for her petite body. She was thirty-five. She was Franchesca or Francy for short. 

His name was Fred Maple and he was a long time resident of the Cottonwood Golf Estates. His house was on the fourteenth fairway. He lived there with his wife until she died six years ago. She had found out that she had cancer and was dead three and a half months later. He found some solace that she had not suffered a prolonged illness. Since her death, he had found it harder and harder to find the enthusiasm to work the long hours that it took to run his business. He was handing the day-to day operations to his two sons who were capable to carry on.

He had become more aware of his body and the need to take care of it. He took Lipator for his high cholesterol, Diabeta for diabetes, and Prozac for depression. Even though he had always had an active sex life, the combination of his depression and the drug to control it had suppressed his libido. He did not care until lately. He was sixty-three years old but still looked good. He was six feet tall and had held his weight to 195 pounds. He was bald on top and gray around the temples.

He would stop in the bar of the clubhouse almost every afternoon and have a diet soda. The charge for the soda was two-fifty and he would leave a fifty-cent tip. After Francy started working there, he would leave five dollars and tell her to keep the change. He would have dinner at the club a couple of times a week but on the nights that she worked, he would have a six-dollar hamburger at the bar and leave a generous tip.

At first, Francy would give him a little sidewise hug from time-to-time but as time went on and she felt more comfortable with her surroundings, she expanded her hugs to him to full frontal hugs. This made him feel very special since he did not see her giving anyone else hugs. He did notice that when there were several people at the bar that he did not get an embrace. He saw no correlation between his tipping and her attention to him. All he knew was that when she touched him or gave him a hug, he felt good and some times he thought he might have even felt a twinge in his crotch. His thoughts would go to her when he was not around her.

One afternoon, the only customers were him and two other men who were into an animated conversation at the other end of the bar. Francy was giving him a lot of attention. She would touch his arm when she spoke to him and one time she stood beside him and put her hand on his thigh.

"I know that I'm a lot older than you but if it's possible, I'd like to see you someplace other than here," he said and waited anxiously for the reply.

"I'd like that too," she replied. "But there is a strict rule against fraternizing with the members."

'I guess I knew that," he said dejectedly. "But I wouldn't tell anyone if you didn't." 

She went to fix another round for the men at the other end of the bar and appeared to be deep in thought. When she came back to him she asked, "Do you have a pool"

"Yes," he replied.

"Well, I don't have to be here until four tomorrow," she said. "Why don't you invite me over for lunch and a swim? I'll bring my bikini."

He gave her directions to his place, got a hug, and took his half-erect cock home. He was excited that he was going to get to see Francy away from work and in his home. The next morning, he prepared a tray of cold cuts to make sandwiches. He also fixed a salad and soup. When he heard her car in the drive, he guided her into the garage and closed the door behind her. He was a little disappointed when she got out of the car because she was wearing a kind of baggy dress that zipped up the front. 

They ate by the pool and because they had little else in common, their conversation kept going back to the club. She especially mentioned that with the switch to daylight savings time, business had dropped in the lounge. When they finished eating, she moved around the table and leaned over to hug him. He noticed that the top of her dress was gapping open but she leaned against him before he could see anything.

"Thank you for inviting me over," she said close to his ear. "That was a good lunch and it'll be nice to kick back until I have to go to work."

She stood up and unzipped the front of her dress and let it fall to the pool deck. She was wearing a tiny electric blue bikini with a thong bottom. She turned around slowly as if modeling for him. 

"You like?" she asked coyly.

"I like very much," he said as he was getting up.

Before he could stand completely, she dove into the pool. He quickly took off his shirt and dove in after her. They played chasing games for awhile. He was really enjoying her company but was careful not to make excessive contact with her because he did not want to scare her away. But she made a lot of contact with him. When she would jump on his back, he felt her body caress him. When she swam up to him letting her body stay in contact with his while she slithered around him, he could not keep his body from reacting. 

As they were climbing out of the water to sun themselves, he saw something that he had not noticed before. She had a small tattoo of a colorful troll on her ankle. He saw a change come over her as she got out of the pool. It seemed that something was distracting her. They stretched out on two side-by-side chaises. 

"What's wrong?" Fred asked. "Did I say or do something to upset you?"

"Of course not, you sweet man," she replied. "I just have something on my mind. That's all."

"Why don't you share it with me?" he asked. "Maybe talking about it will help."

"I don't think so," she said as if there was no solution. "It's just something that I have to take care of."

"Oh, come on and tell me about it," he said a little more commanding than he had meant to.

"Well, it's just that my rent is due tomorrow and I don't have all of it," she said. "Now you understand why talking about it won't help."

"How much are you short?" he asked.

"Almost a hundred dollars but I'll make part of that tonight," she said. "They are having a tournament this afternoon and there will be a lot of men in the lounge."

Fred got up and stepped into his house. He took two one hundred-dollar bills out of his wallet and brought them back to the pool. As he sat down on his chaise, he handed her the bills and said, "I thought for a minute that you had a problem."

She looked at the money and then to him. She tucked the bills into her thong and jumped up. She straddled Fred and leaned forward showering his face with kisses. Her body was pressed against his and her breasts were evident against his chest. The only thing separating his cock from her pussy was their swimsuits. After several minutes of kissing him and telling him how happy she was, she sat up trapping his cock beneath her ass.

"Well, what have we here?" she asked as she scooted off his legs and onto the chaise. 

She lifted his legs over hers and pulled his trunks down far enough to free his engorging cock. He was not hugely endowed but was large enough that no one had ever complained. She bent forward and took his cock into her mouth. She slid forward stroking his shaft with her lips a few times and then backed off so that she could lick the head and underside with her tongue.

"Oh, God that feels so good," he squeaked out. "I don't know how much more I can take."

She felt his cock head grow as his cock began to pulse and she took as much of him as she could into her mouth. For the first time since his wife became ill, he started to orgasm. He felt as if he were a volcano erupting as his cum shot up the length of his cock. She stayed with him and drank every drop. When he regained his strength he attempted to return the favor. She let him remove her bikini and then said, "As much as I would like for you to do that to me, I don't have time. By the time I shower, fix my hair, and put on my make-up, it will be time to go."

When she was ready and had changed into her work clothes, he walked her out to the garage. Beside her car, she put her arms around him and pulled him tight. She kissed him passionately.

"I'll probably be too busy to visit tonight," she said. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?"

He nodded and opened the garage door. Before he could invite her back, she was gone. Things were looking up for Fred Maple and with this afternoon e He honored her request and did not go to the club that night but went the next afternoon only to find that she was not there. One of the other bartenders said she had called and said she had something to take care of and would be in later. He drank his soda and left but went back around five thirty to eat and found that she still was not there. He did not want to raise suspicion by asking about her twice in one day. He had a cheeseburger and went home. When he saw her the next day, she had a litany of reasons why she had missed work.

"You wouldn't believe the day I had yesterday," she said. "I had to hunt the landlord down to pay the rent to keep from paying a penalty. I got stopped by a deputy sheriff for having an expired tag. Thanks to you I could take care of it. He didn't give me a ticket, thank God, so all I had to do was buy a sticker for forty-five dollars."

He got a hug and the kiss on the cheek that was what he went for. He asked several times during the next three weeks if he could see her but there was always some reason that he could not. She always wanted to but a girlfriend needed help or one thing or another. He had just about given up but decided to ask one more time. He went into the lounge and took his seat at end of the bar.

"Hi," she said. "I've got something to ask you."

She had a few other customers but when she got back to him she asked, "Would you like to come see me tomorrow? We can have lunch if you don't mind my little place."

"I'm sure you place is fine but if you want to come over, you're welcome," he said.

"No, I want to be the host this time," she said with a laugh."

She surreptitiously gave him directions before he left and added that she had a nosy girlfriend coming over in the morning so not to get there before noon. He arrived at twelve-fifteen. Francy met him at the door and gave him a quick kiss. 

"Welcome to my home, such as it is," she said. "Lunch is ready if you're ready to eat."

She took him into the kitchen where their lunch was on the table. It consisted of a tossed salad, spaghetti, and garlic bread. They sat at the table in the kitchen and ate their lunch. About ten minutes into lunch the phone rang.

"I'd better get that," she said. "I'm having my car worked on and it might be ready."

She went into another room and was talking quietly but Fred could hear her side of the conversation. 

"Hello," she answered. "This is Francy."

"You can get it done by three? Yeah I need it to go to work."

"How much is it going to cost?"

"Whew that much? Is there anyway I can make payments?"

"If you could, I could pay it in three weeks, maybe two if we're busy."

Fred went into the living room where Francy was on the phone and mouthed "how much". She held up three fingers. He took out his wallet and pulled out three one hundred-dollar bills and handed them to her. She looked as if she was going to cry.

"Well, go ahead and fix it and I'll see what I can do. I know. I know."

She collapsed into Fred's arms and kissed him square on the mouth. As he was getting used to the kiss, he felt her tongue pushing its way through his lips. He parted his lips and in moments they were embraced in a passionate kiss. Their tongues were dueling and their hands were roaming over each other's body. Clothes began falling on the floor and soon they were nude.

He pushed her back on the sectional sofa, onto one of the sections without arms and knelt between her legs. He leaned down so that he was eye level with her pussy and began to lick through her pussy lips until he felt her clit with his tongue. He set up a rhyme and matched it with the two fingers he slipped into her pussy. When he was satisfied that she was in the throes of a climax, he crawled up over her and slipped his hard cock into her velvet tunnel. 

She made a lot of noise. She grunted and moaned. She told him what a great lover he was and encouraged him to greater heights. It was not long until he was over the edge and pumping his cum into her pussy. When they were through, he wanted to cuddle awhile but she told him that he should dress and leave so that she could get ready for work and be ready in time to receive her car.

"It seems that you're always getting me out of a jam but I'll find a way to pay you back," she said.

"You already have," he said. "Tell me how you feel about me, Francy."

"You mean with what we just did and what I did for you at your house and you don't know how I feel about you?" She said looking hurt then continued with a smile. "Now, get out of here so I can get ready."

She stayed nude while he dressed. She kissed him bye like she wanted to start another fuck session but he knew better. She pushed him to and through the door laughing. He drove home in an euphoric state. On his way, he wondered what she would do for transportation to and from work if the mechanic could not get the car done in time. He decided that he would check on her later. He went up to the club but she was too busy to talk with him. She said she had to get a ride to work because her car would not be ready. He gave her his home phone in case she needed a ride.

He went home and had every intention of watching television but the activities of the day had tired him more than he wanted to admit and he fell asleep. When he awakened, it was past closing time for the lounge and he was concerned that he had missed Francy's call. He jumped into his car and drove the few blocks to the clubhouse.

He tried the door but it was locked. He looked around but he did not see anyone. Jus as he was about to leave, he noticed that the light was on in one of the rooms off the lounge. He went over to the window with the intention of getting someone's attention to find out if Francy got a ride home. As he neared the window, the thought crossed his mind that if she were okay, he might be getting her in trouble by letting someone else know that he was there for her. A venetian blind covered the window completely but when he turned the corner toward the back of the building, there was a window shielded from the parking lot and one of the lower slats was bent.

He knelt and peeped through the opening. There was a table next to the window and he was looking at the room from under the table. He could see the lower bodies of a man and a woman who were standing close together face to face. From their movements, Fred thought they were kissing. His hands were now visible holding her ass and pulling her closer to him. He was grinding his cock into her. He started walking her backward and Fred saw that he was headed toward a desk sitting perpendicular to the table in front of the window. He had to adjust his position so that he could still see the unsuspecting couple.

Just before they reached the desk, the man reached down and lifted the woman's skirt pulling it up over her ass. He pulled her panties down and with her foot pushed them over the fake boots servers and bartenders wore and stepped out of them. Fred guessed that she was slender because she had such a nice ass and legs. The man covered her mound with his hand. As if he were pushing her backward, she took a step back and sat on the edge of the table. He sank to his knees with his head between her thighs evidently licking her slit. He licked the entire pussy crack a few times before he seemed to concentrate on her clit. At about the same time, he slipped two fingers into her pussy and began to slide them in and out as he continued to work of her with his mouth.

Fred recognized the man as one of the waiters from the dining room. He wasn't all that good looking and did not talk well. Fred wondered how the kid could ever talk this, from what he could see, good-looking woman into fucking him after work. He was soon to find out.

The woman, who was leaning back on her hands, began shaking as an apparent orgasm took over her body. She put her feet behind his head and pulled him closer, mashing his face into her pussy until her orgasm reached such a peak that her legs began thrashing so hard that she lost her shoes. As her trembling subsided, he stood and dropped his pants releasing the largest cock that Fred had ever seen. He had seen a limited number of cocks in locker rooms but while they were different sizes, they all seemed to be of average length. He had seen what he though were large ones in porno films but this one beat them all in length and girth.

The waiter rubbed his huge cock along her pussy lips lubricating it with her juices. He placed the bulbous head at the entrance to her love tunnel and slowly pushed forward. Fred, respected club member turned peeping Tom, watched as the waiter's cock slowly disappeared into the woman's pussy. He rubbed his rock hard cock through his pants. 

The waiter started fucking the woman slowly taking long strokes and then sped up shortening the stroke length. The woman was in what appeared from her motions to be a continuous orgasm. After quite a while, the waiter's ass became rigid and his body shuddered. Moments later cum started oozing out of her pussy around his enormous dick. When Fred saw this, it was all he could take and he pumped his cum into his pants, completely wetting the crotch.

Fred came so hard that he almost lost his balance and fell from his crouched position. He rested his forearms and forehead on the cool plate glass window until he was able to breathe somewhat normally again. When he had regained his composure, he was about to leave but looked into the room once more. What he saw caused his body to feel as if it had been placed in a deep freezer. The woman was standing barefoot just on the other side of the table he was looking under. On her ankle was a tattoo that he recognized. It was of a small, colorful troll. Fred got to his feet with some protest from his legs for being in that awkward position for so long. He hobbled to his car and drove home. 

He was upset, not so much at Francy as with himself for being such a fool. "I thought I still 'had it," he thought. "I thought that I just might be the kind of a sixty-three year old man that a thirty-five year old woman could be interested in. She was just playing me for a fool and I let her. All I did was get a two-hundred-dollar blowjob and three-hundred-dollar piece of ass." 

He paced the floor for about an hour before he went into the kitchen placed three ice cubes in a glass, went to the liquor cabinet, and covered the ice with twelve-year-old Dewar's scotch whiskey. He went back to the living room with his first drink in over five years in one hand and the whisky bottle in the other. The only time he left his easy chair was to get more ice and that became more difficult as the night went on. Sometime well after daybreak he fell into a fitful sleep filled with dreams of despair.

Knocking on the door that led to the garage awakened him. Before he could become fully awake, the door opened and Francy walked in.

"You look like hell," she said seeing his condition sprawled on the chair still with the scotch glass clutched in his right hand and the near-empty Dewar's bottle standing between his legs.. "What happened to you? I didn't think you even drank."


Francy Ch. 2



Fred stood outside the window of the clubhouse watching the show inside through the bent slat in the upper part of the blind. What he was watching was Francy kissing and licking Hector's huge cock and trying to get her lips around its enormous head. His dick was glistening with her saliva as she worked on it. Hector was enjoying her ministrations. He probably ran into this situation often. There were probably a lot of women who could not get his cock into their mouths. Fred had to admit that he was enjoying watching her work on Hector's cock so fervently.

When Fred had seen Francy come through the door into the room where Hector was waiting while stroking his cock, he was hurt that she had lied to him again. He turned to leave his watching place to return home to sulk but he could not go. There was some force that kept him there He would take a step or two away from the window and then return as if drawn by some type of magnet. Now he was standing there in rapt attention with his stiff cock in his hand. He did not understand what was going on. Even though he hated seeing Francy with another man, he was incredibly turned on.

In his peripheral vision, Fred saw the door to the room open and a waitress Fred knew to be Nancy walked in. She stood there watching Francy try to suck Hector's cock for about a minute before she began to remove her uniform. Nancy was about five feet seven and had a bushel of red hair. Her breasts were full bodied with large nipples, matching the rest of her body. While not heavy, she would never have been accused of anorexia. The line of her stomach was slightly convex and she had a nice rounded ass. Fred would have guessed her to be about 36-28-37 had he not been so busy watching Francy. There was not an inch of Nancy's body that was not covered with freckles.

Nancy knelt beside Francy and took Hector's cock from her. The head and a couple of inched behind it disappeared into Nancy's mouth. The look on Hector's face was one of pure bliss as Nancy moved her head back and forth on his giant penis. Francy had kissed her way up his body and after kissing his acne covered face was kissing his mouth passionately, their tongues dueling. For a reason only Hector knew, he gently pushed Francy aside and reached down and placed his hands on both sides of Nancy's head. After four or five strokes, he eased her mouth off his cock. He was talking to her but Fred could not hear what he was saying. He offered her his hands and pulled her to her feet and embraced her pulling her ripe body to press against his. After kissing him deeply, she stood to the side while Francy climbed up to sit on the edge of the table.

Hector stood between Francy's knees and rubbed the head of his cock through her pussy lips before gently pushing into her love canal. He did not get very far. There was more of his cock outside her pussy than was in it. He was slowly fucking Francy. Nancy noticed that Francy's clit was not getting any action and started to massage it with her finger. Francy was moaning and thrashing her head form side to side. Hector sped up and was bottoming out on every stroke. Nancy leaned forward and used her tongue to attack Francy's clit. As soon as tongue met clit, Francy began trembling as her orgasm wracked her body. She was cuming hard and Fred joined her pumping his cum on the lower pane of the window.

As Francy came down, Hector withdrew and Nancy took her place. Hector buried his huge cock in Nancy's red pussy. His cock almost disappeared into her hole as he started pumping. Francy tried to return the favor but there was not enough room between Nancy and Hector's bodies for her head to fit. Besides, he was going in far enough for the top of his dick and his pubis to fully massage her clit. Francy looked for other ways to assist. She mouthed and licked Nancy's nipples and grazed them with her teeth. Nancy pushed her away. Maybe it was because her nipples were so sensitive.

Not giving up, Francy moved around behind Hector and on her knees and started licking his balls. She moved lower and licked their union. Her tongue licked the lower part of Hector's cock and that tender area between Nancy's cunt and asshole. She used the copious juices flowing from Nancy to slick her index fingers. One she inserted into Nancy's rosebud and the other, she slid into Hector's ass. As their orgasms hit, their sphincters gripped Francy's fingers so tight it was almost painful but she kept them inserted and pushed them in as far as they would go. 

As Hector's climax subsided, he withdrew his cock. Francy saw that Nancy was still in the throes so she moved in between her spread thighs and began licking her pussy. She licked from her pussy up to her clit. Her ministrations kept Nancy's orgasm strong and rewarded Francy with the sweet mixture of Nancy's juices and Hector's cum, which she happily swallowed. When Nancy quieted down, Francy left her and went into the restroom adjacent to the room they were in to wash her face and hands. As she went through the open door, she saw Hector. He had his cock in the sink and was rinsing it. Even soft it was the biggest mantool that she had ever seen.

Fred was still standing outside the window holding his hard cock in his hands. He had been so busy watching the events unfold that he forgot to jack off. He thought that the best course of action was to take his hard cock home to finish. He left his perch at the window and made his way home by the back way. He was not in a hurry so he walked along casually thinking about what he had observed. 

When she finished washing up, the other two had left so she quickly dressed and prepared to leave. Being the last to leave, she armed the alarm and checked to make sure that the door locked behind her. She took out her flashlight and headed to her car when a thought struck her. She turned and went around the corner of the building and shined her light on the ground outside the window of the room where the fuck session had just taken place. She saw Fred's foot prints and then started to smile when she saw the cum stain on the lower part of the glass. She got into her car and drove to Fred's house.

Taking the direct path, she arrived at his house before he did and pulled her car into his open garage. He did not notice her car until he was entering the garage. As he was walking toward the driver's door, it opened. Before he could form a sentence, she reached out, unzipped his trousers, and freed his half-erect cock. She leaned forward taking almost all of his cock into her mouth. She began sliding her head back and forth giving him great sensations. Even though the lights were off in all his neighbor's houses and they were in the shadows of his garage, Fred found the act of getting a blowjob outdoors exciting. It could have been the present sexual excitement or residual titillation from his earlier peeping but it only took about two minutes before he was spraying whatever cum that was in his balls over the back of Francy's throat. She cleaned his cock with her mouth and tongue and they went into his house. Without words because none were needed, they went to his bedroom, undressed, and climbed under the covers. Wrapped in each other's arms, they fell asleep.

When he awakened, he felt the warmth of her mouth on his penis and looked down to find her diligently working on him. 

"What a great way to wake up," he said.

"Don't talk," she replied. "I'm on a mission here."

With that, she swung her right leg over him and aligned the tip of his cock with her pussy and eased herself down onto him, enveloping his manhood completely. He was surprised that she was as tight as she was after having been fucked by Hector's huge cock just hours ago. She started off rocking back and forth on him but as she got into it, she was thrusting her hips forward slamming into his body. She was grunting at the end of each forward thrust and making a guttural moan on her return stroke. He tried to match her strokes but found that it was best just to push his hips upward and meet her. Her breasts were flying up and down with her body movements. He tried to hold them but her movements prevented that from happening. 

Suddenly she stopped thrusting and was making only small back and forth movements on his cock. Mostly she was shaking from head to toe and making low guttural uh-uh-uh sounds in her throat. She was in obvious orgasm. Fred was so happy that she could be getting so much pleasure from him that it pushed him over the edge. He pumped his hot cum into her and it seemed to spawn another wave of pleasure in Francy. When she settled down, she leaned forward and lay her body on his chest.

The next sound heard was an, "Aww" from her when his deflating cock slipped out of her pussy. "It felt so good in there," she said.

"After seeing you with Hector last night, I didn't think that I'd ever be in there again," he said. "And if, by some chance I ever was, I didn't think that I could ever do you any good."

"That's a little hard to explain," she said. "I think that just like it's a man thing to dream about fucking a virgin, women dream about being with a guy that is really hung."

"You seemed to really enjoy it," he said.

"I did and from the cum stain you left on the window, you did too," she replied. "He's too big for me and although I came, I don't want to do it again. I kind of like your cock. It's a good fit for me."

"Yeah, I like us together," he said. "I think that I could get used to you sharing my bed."

"Now don't go getting mushy and falling in love," she warned. "Are you about ready for some breakfast?"

"Sounds like a plan," he replied.

One afternoon on Francy's day off, Fred and Francy were hanging out at his house and the following exchange took place:

"What are you doing holed up in the den at the computer on such a beautiful day?" Fred asked as he came into the den and discovered Francy.

"Do you remember that story we read in Literotica that used our names?" she asked. "Well, I thought that I would take a crack at writing and decided to add to the story. Mine will never be published but I thought it would be fun. I've been writing about us and it's harder than I thought especially writing in the third person when every thing happens to you in the first person. I've written a few pages but now but I've run into a wall. I can't think of anything to write about."

"Why don't you write about my birthday," he said. "That was a fun time.

"That was fun," she said. "Well, here goes."

Fred and Francy had been together several months and after a rocky start, their relationship had smoothed out. Even though they had agreed to keep their relationship open and have the option to see others, neither did. Of course, there had been little opportunity to do so if you don't count the drunken Lotharios at the bar and the Hector's fuck gang in the back room. The drunken invitations were only attractive to those giving them and she had lost interest in the back room. Fred was ambivalent concerning what her answer but asked her if she wanted to visit the back room again. He seemed pleased with her negative answer.

Fred's birthday was coming up and Francy was at a loss as what to give him. Of course, there would be a little party at his house, which he would pay for but her gift had to come from her. This would be his sixty-fourth and she wanted it to be special but she did have one big constraint – money. She did have more money now that she spent so much time at Fred's house but rent, lights, and water bills still continued. Her quandary continued to bug her until, all of a sudden, she had the answer. She was excited about her idea but she would have to have some help to pull it off.

The day of the party finally came and the guests were beginning to arrive. Francy had invited Fred's neighbors, Carmen and Nancy from the club, and Sam and Hilda, a couple of friends they had met together. It was an eclectic group but they seemed to get along well. Carmen, ever the huntress, set about charming first one man and then another. She soon found out that every man at the party was either married or permanently attached. Armed with this information, she relaxed and enjoyed the party. 

Francy noticed that Fred had noticed Nancy. Nancy was wearing a simple black dress that draped over her form. Francy was thinking that while a form-fitting black dress would have been sexy, this looser design that seemed to hang on her frame seemed to caress and accentuate every peak and valley. The dress moved with her and was very seductive. During the course of the evening, it seemed that Nancy was visible just enough to pique his interest. She brought him a diet soda. When he was opening his gifts, she handed him a couple of them, leaning forward just enough to give him an adequate view of her cleavage. She was unaware that he had seen much more than her cleavage through the window at the club while she was engaged in sucking and fucking Hector.

She managed two slow dances with him. Once during the course of the evening when he was dancing with every woman there who danced and again after all the guest had left except she and Carmen. They were on the pool deck dancing to "When a Man Loves a Woman" by Percy Sledge. The song was enveloping them in the way that only Percy could with his wrenching, convincing anguish and passion. Their bodies rubbed together sensually. She pushed her hips forward when she felt his engorged cock straining against his pants. 

Francy came out of the house and was pleased that Fred was enjoying his dance with Nancy. She went over to Carmen who was sitting in a deck chair dreamily watching the dancing couple and whispered something. Carmen nodded her head and stood up and left. Francy went over and joined the dancers. She walked up behind Fred and pressed her body against his back, sandwiching him between herself and Nancy.

"Having a good birthday?" she asked him.

"I have so far," he said.

"Well, my sweet man, it's about to get better," she said. "I tried and tried to think of an absolutely terrific gift for you and I think I did."

"You've got my interest," he said as he pulled her around him so that he was holding Nancy with his left arm and Francy with his right arm. "What did you get me?"

"You are holding your present in your arms," she said lovingly. "What do you think? Think that you can handle it?"

"Francy," he said looking her directly in the eyes. "You're all the woman I'll ever need but tonight you did a great job seducing me with Nancy so if you're serious and Nancy is willing, I'll accept your gracious gift."

Francy kissed him and Nancy massaged his hard cock through his pants. 

"We had better get into the bedroom or I'm going to lose it right here," he said excitedly.

They made their way into the bedroom and soon were nude. The women were trying to make his birthday memorable by doing to him anything they thought he might like. Nancy knelt in front of him and engulfed his cock with her hungry mouth. Francy knelt behind him and took first one of his balls and then the other into her mouth. She sucked on them, then when she felt him tense, she licked behind his balls right up to his asshole. Her tongue touched his sphincter just as Nancy swallowed his cock into her throat. He could hold back no longer and shot several ropes of pearly white cum deep into her willing throat. 

Fred staggered backward and fell onto the bed. Francy scurried out from under his feet but joined him on the bed. Nancy went with him to the bed. Fred was spent but as he came back to reality, he thought about the fact that he had just had a fantastic climax and he had done nothing for either of the women.

"Let me return the favor," he said enthusiastically. "Who wants to be first?"

"The way I understand this arrangement tonight," Nancy said as she tried to stroke his mostly flaccid cock. "We've got to get this thing hard enough to fuck me."

"I don't know about that," he said. "You two zapped me pretty good."

"You mentioned awhile back that you would like to try anal sex and I told you that I was too small for it with you," Francy said. "Well, I mentioned it to Nancy and she told me that she loves it. So if you would like to try it, she would like for you to do so."

Nancy felt an immediate increase in the size of his cock in her hand. "Francy, I think that I'm going to get this nice cock up my ass after all," she said as she continued to slide her hand up and down the length of his stick. "This is going to feel soo goood sliding in and out of my butt."

Francy placed her hand on his dick and feeling that it was back to life, she reached for a tube of K-Y jelly and rubbed a generous amount onto it. She stroked it back and forth making sure that it was well coated. She took another dab and placed it on Nancy's asshole. She rubbed some of it inside pushing it in with her forefinger. 

"God, that feels good," Nancy said as Francy added her index finger into her butt. "Fred, please fuck me in the ass now."

Nancy lay on her back and raised her legs so that her asshole was presented to Fred. He placed the head of his dick at the entrance to her butt and pushed gently. He was surprised at how easily the helmet of his cock popped through her sphincter. He was inside and he was on a mission. He sunk his cock in to the hilt and start moving in and out. He was fucking his first ass and it was fantastic. Her anal canal was hot, tight, and slick.

"Oh God Fred, you feel so good in my ass," Nancy almost screamed. "Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck my ass."

Encouraged by her plea, he was slamming into her body. He looked at this freckled woman who lay under him and was in awe of her beauty. Her breasts would fly up toward her chin with each of his thrusts and then bounce back in place just as another thrust landed. Francy was on his left and had slid her left hand between their bodies. She sank two fingers into Nancy's pussy as the heel of her hand just above her thumb was rubbing on Nancy's clit. Nancy was moaning as a climax was building in her groin, sending sensations of pleasure through her body. Francy had dipped the forefinger of her right hand into the K-Y and slipped it into Fred's ass. About the time that her finger found its mark. Fred felt Nancy's orgasmic spasms in the walls of her colon and it was all that he could take. He shot whatever cum that was left in his balls deep into her asshole as he experienced one of the best orgasms he had ever had.. 

He collapsed and rolled over to his right landing with his back on the bed. He was going in and out of consciousness. He felt alone at one moment of reason and on another he felt his cock and balls being cleaned with a warm washcloth. Later, he was not sure if it was a dream or reality but he thought he saw Nancy eating Francy's pussy. Another time they were in the sixty-nine position, eating one another. Francy was on to and was holding on to his mostly soft cock. When he awakened to the morning light, Francy was sleeping on his right shoulder where she normally slept when she was staying over. Nancy was sleeping on his other shoulder. He thought back over the events of the night as he remembered them and hoped that they were all real and that no part of it was a dream.



Francy



"Like you don't know," he said and then realized that she didn't know that he was there. "I saw you through the window fucking that skinny, pimple-faced waiter with the foot-long cock. I was there after closing last night to give you a ride."

"I guess you're talking about Hector and I've never even touched him," she said. "He's gross."

"Last night when he was sliding that huge cock in and out of you, you didn't think he was gross," he accused her. "You came so hard that you kicked your boots off."

"I don't know what you think you saw but I left with Elaine, one of the servers, right at closing," she stated. "If you don't believe me, you can ask her."

Leaving out the part where he came in his pants, he related what he had seen through the bottom half of the window, including seeing the troll tattoo. "So how many women who work at the club have a troll tattoo on their ankle?" he asked triumphantly. 

"Three that I know of," she replied. "Carmen, Nancy, and I were downtown at the Hungry Hogg having a few drinks one afternoon when we were all three off work," she said. "When we came out of the bar, we saw a tattoo parlor and on a dare, we all three got tattoos. We decided that we would all get the same and have them put on our ankle so we could hide them. You know sisterhood and all that. So, if the legs you saw were about the same color as mine, it was Carmen from Mexico but if they were freckled, it was Nancy"

"It must have been Carmen," Fred said rather absentmindedly, trying to form an apology in his mind but before he could get the words together, Francy spoke.

"You mean that this condition you are in is because you thought I was with someone else?" she asked sounding moved. "You sweet man! C'mon, let's get you cleaned up." 

She placed the glass and bottle on the end table and pulled him into a standing position. She led him to his bedroom and into his bathroom. He followed her lead in what might be described as a near-zombie state. He kept trying to talk but she shushed him. In the bathroom, she removed his clothes and then her own. She found his shaving kit and after lathering his face, she shaved it with a safety razor. She had evidently done this before due to the expertise that she displayed but this was lost on Fred.

She took him into the shower and soaped his body and washed him. After she rinsed away the soap and while he was standing under the hot water cascading over his back and shoulders, she sank to her knees and took his more than semi-turgid cock into her mouth. Again, she displayed expertise in her actions and within minutes was enjoying his cum offering. It didn't seem like very much but considering his condition, it was probably the best he could do. She dried him and took him to his bed.

He crawled in and she followed him. Sucking his cock had made her horny and she was playing with his cock trying to get him up again. She was not applying any pressure to perform but she would have loved for him to give her a good fucking before she went to work. It was not to be. She gave up and went into the kitchen to fix them a sandwich, which she brought back to bed on a tray along with a diet soda. They ate their sandwiches and settled into a pattern of light conversation. After their lunch, they cuddled together under his covers.

"So, old ugly Hector has a big cock, huh," she mused out loud. "Who would have thought?"

"Biggest one that I've ever seen," he said thinking that she had posed a question.

"Well, I guess that God takes away one thing and gives you another," she said rather as a matter on fact. "Wow look at the time. If I don't get off my ass and go to work, my boss will take away my job. Would you like for me to check on you later?"

"Without thinking it through and regretting it later, he said, "No, I'll be okay."

"Well, stay here and rest," she said. "I'll find my way out."

He had every intention of getting up after she left but he never heard her leave before he fell back into slumber. He awakened well into the evening and was starving. He fixed himself a couple of microwaved eggs with cheese and sausage that he ate along with a diet soda. He thought about Hector and the waitress that he had spied on last night and felt a tingle in his crotch. He wondered how often that it happened. Curiosity got the best of him and he decided to walk up to the club at closing time to check it out.

He thought about the fact that he had told Francy about his peeping Tom adventure but then thought that she would never suspect that he would return especially since he had told her about it. He took his time and walked to the club avoiding the busier streets in the neighborhood. He sneaked up from behind the club and found his window. The light was on but there was another change. One of the upper slats in the blind was bent as if someone had looked out the window and had not straightened it out.

Fred took his place at the window and carefully looked inside. He was rewarded with the sight of Hector standing there naked with his huge cock waving in the breeze. As he watched, Hector began playing with it. He was slowly stroking it as if he were waiting for someone. Fred did not have a homosexual fiber in his body but seeing Hector stroke his monster cock and anticipating his fucking one of the waitresses with it had made his own cock as hard as it could get. 

He saw the doorknob turn and knew that the moment that he had been waiting on was at hand. The show was about to begin. The door swung open and through it stepped Francy. Fred knew that he would never be able to forget the crazed look of lust on her face as she fell to her knees with her stare locked on Hector's gigantic cock before she began showering it with kisses.



Frank



I had placed an ad on a personal dating site in hopes of finding someone compatible to spend time with. I'd wasted enough time at bars and speed dating to know there had to be a better way to find a mate. I received an email from Frank who thought my profile was interesting and wanted to meet to see if we had anything in common. I peeped his profile and saw that we had a few things in common and made plans to meet him for coffee. We met for coffee, it was a short date but a memorable one, it wasn't enough time to know all there is to know about a person on a first date, but it gave us enough time to see if a second date was possible. I have a rule of thumb for any first time meetings, always meet in a public place, if the conversation or vibe isn't going well, end it immediately and stop wasting each other's time. 

We made plans to meet for dinner at one of Frank's favorite restaurants around eight that evening. It had been two weeks since our last meet so I quickly showered and changed into a formal black dress, thigh highs, and heels. 

I greeted Frank with a smooch on his cheek even though I wanted more. I remained on my best behavior. I was in desperate need of some good old fashioned lovemaking, the only kind that lasted for hours on end, and I wanted it with someone who could give it to me the way I had to have it. I was very impressed with his appearance. He is so handsome, he has gorgeous blue eyes, a muscular physique, and drives a sporty convertible and wears nothing but designer Italian suits, even the cologne he wears adds the final piece to a well suited gentleman. As he walked toward me with his arms out reached. I made sure to position my body in a way that our embrace would be full frontal contact. I definitely wanted to feel his body, and at the same time wear his cologne on my skin all night. After a long embrace, we went inside the restaurant for dinner. Frank ordered a bottle of Valpolicello to compliment the meal which went very well with the red meat and wild foul. He said he loved wine from the region of Abruzzi and someday look forward to showing me his Grand Cru Wine Cellar, that evening we talked about our work, friends and family. I must say it was a very nice second date. 

It was not at all like the offline dates that my girlfriend's often talk about. I have this one friend who met a guy for dinner in a public place and he was not at all what he appeared to be. She said things were going great until he offered to drive her home in return for sex but when she declined his invitation, he got irate and wanted her to pay for a portion of the bill. He said, he 'd wasted his time and money on her and got nothing in return. She gave him money for half of the bill and took a cab home making sure the cab driver circled the block a few times before stopping at her door. The cab driver was very nice and did not charge her for the extra blocks. He even walked her to the front door to make sure she was safe inside of her apartment. I knew this date was not going to be one of those disasters. After dinner, we drove out to this secluded hillside where cars park and you can get a magnificent view of the city. The conversation flowed with ease. There was a brief silence between us and it could not have come at a more perfect moment. It was during the still that he placed his arm around my shoulder and asked if he could kiss me. I said yes and waited for the kiss. His lips were soft, he kissed my lips with light strokes, no tongue, but slow pecks around the lips and a few on the tip of my nose. It was a memorable evening I will never forget. After our view of the city, Frank walked me to my car. We made plans for dinner the following night and kissed once more before saying goodnight. 

On my way home, I thought about the wonderful evening I had shared with Frank and why I had not invited him to my place for a night cap. I didn't have his phone number so I couldn't call him, and I knew if I'd turned around and went back to find him, he would not be there. So many different thoughts raced through my mind as I longed for his company. But it was not to be that night as I wrestled with the sheets wishing it was his body next to mine.

I arrived at work the next day to find a beautiful bouquet of flowers in a tall crystal vase sitting on my desk. The card with the flowers read from your "secret" admirer. I thought the flowers may have been from Frank but to be certain, I googled his work number and gave him a call to offer my gratitude for the flowers. He said "you're welcome, just make sure you invite me over to your place after dinner for a night cap." Absolutely, I said. 

After work, I drove home, changed for our dinner date and met Frank at the same restaurant as last evening, we found an intimate corner of the restaurant and begin our evening with a nice bottle of valpolicella, he talked about his career and accomplishments. He is an attorney and is definitely a man on a mission to seek justice for those who have been wronged by big corporations... I didn't want to talk about me that night. I had found a gem and was not about to throw him back for someone else to find. After dinner, we went back to my place for a night cap and much more. I had to have him and I was going to do everything within my womanly skills to make it happen. I led him to the bar in the study and told him to go for it. He made us a nice warm cap "Cognac" in a snifter with no ice. I had hoped for a glass of wine instead. I'm not a hard liquor drinker, however, I do provide it for those who enjoy it, besides, you can't have a bar with just wine. At least not at my place, my girlfriend's taste in drinks range from wine, liquor, liqueur, non alcohol, and of course beer for those who just want a cold one without the wait. We slowly sipped on our drinks knowing where the poison of choice will lead us. 

I decided to slip into something a little less constricting. I told Frank to fix us another drink while I changed into something more comfortable. He said okay and I went upstairs to change into the silk robe, I had bought earlier just for an occasion like tonight. The robe was clinging to my body and the tails of the robe was flowing behind me letting my legs play peek-a-boo, it was just enough bareness for him to pitch a tent in his pants. He was facing the fireplace when I entered the study, and the look on his face said it all. 

Frank was mesmerized watching the robe move over my body and long lovely legs. He said he was a leg man and loved how my legs moved beneath the robe. Before he could say another word, I walked over where he was standing and kissed him. I'd had enough of the small talk and it was time to make love before the brandy robbed me of conscious. We kissed each other's lips and face as he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the sofa in the study. His hands traced the lining of my body through the robe, it sent tingles to my clit and led me to squirt warm juices onto his shirt. He spread my legs to taste the saltiness that had stained his shirt. He kissed me gently on my clit while he placed two fingers inside of my vagina. I moaned softly with every stroke that he gave my pink rose from using his fingers and tongue. I knew he wanted oral too so I asked him If I could please him. 

He said sure. I begin to peel away his layers of clothing and led him to the rug in front of the fireplace. He laid on his back and I straddled him. I kissed his lips and used a little tongue action for sensational tingles. I slowly kissed his neck, his chest and stomach area, as he playfully teased my breast. I felt his cock rise and brush against my bum. It was time to taste him so I lowered my mouth to his cock and taste the precum that would soon become a full load of cum, my tongue danced around the tip of its head as my right hand stroked the shaft of his cock. I teased his balls with my fingers and felt his cock throbbing so hard that I thought he would cum right then but he didn't. My breath whooshed softly through my lips as I blow on his cock. 

Frank whispered how good it made him feel. I know it is time to ride him and lower my hot wetness onto his swollen cock. He clenched me by the hips and begins swiftly arching my hips against his. The feeling of the burn inside of my pinkness leaves me with great pleasure that it makes my head swim. He releases his juice inside me as we cum together. I lean forward and kiss his lips; I stroke the sides of his head and caress his ears. My body rest against his, as we catch our breath before another round of wild passionate lovemaking.



Frank



I. Enter Frank

Frank rang the doorbell around 8 p.m. I wasn't expecting him, thought he'd be out for the night with Amy. It turned out that Amy had left for cheering camp earlier that day and that he had never bothered to mention that plan to me. Which was typical.

He had 2 six-packs of cold beer and some weed. I had an extra pair of trunks that fit him, even though he's quite a bit bigger than me, so we went up to my room and got changed. We got in the hot tub each with a beer. Frank lit a joint and we settled into the warmth.

The yard and deck were nice and private, and Mom was out on a date so we had the house too. I wasn't expecting her till around 11. We had plenty of time.

II.Frank and Me

I had been blowing Frank for the last 3 months; at least when Amy wasn't around and when there was no other girl he could score behind Amy's back. I wondered if Frank knew that Mom would be out, but didn't see how he could have. We hadn't spoken in the last week, which happened to be the last time he needed me.

I'd blown Frank exactly 8 times in those 3 months and was careful to keep track of each time in my diary. The blowjobs started off as a drunken impulse on my part. Frank and I had been partying at my parent's cabin in the woods together with Amy and this other girl. I knew that he was expecting to get with Amy that day but then her friend decided the two girls had to leave early and he was out of luck. Two hours later we were sitting in front of a fire we'd made on the shore of the big lake. 

"Goddam, Billie, you see that bikini bottom she had on?" That was Frank's review of his girlfriend.

"Dude, the top part wasn't bad either."

"Yeah Amy's got awesome tits, but it was that ass. Really got to me; still got a boner from it."

I'd never seen his cock before even though I'd known him forever. There was no reason I would have seen it. Different gym classes and different sports teams meant we'd never had those casual looks in a group shower at one another's equipment. Now Frank shifted on his seat and made a show of adjusting what seemed like a painful bulge. 

He paused long enough to take a sip of his beer and said "Damn I need to get my cock sucked." 

We let that comment sit for a minute while we drank. I felt a little buzzing in my head and chest. It wasn't just the beer. So I blurted out "How about me?" 

"Huh?" I didn't know whether he hadn't heard me, or didn't know whether he'd heard me right.

"How about me?" That time he got it.

Frank actually didn't seem that surprised although I had surprised myself. It was only when I was kneeling between his legs, looking at his bare chest and flat stomach, and then further down to the cutoff jeans he had unbuttoned for me, that I realized that this had been somewhere in my fantasy life for a while.

He was pretty experienced with sex at this point, with Amy and with at least a few other girls. I was totally inexperienced, except of course for my own thoughts and my private, solo sessions. But I already knew that I wanted to be different, wanted to please someone, and wanted to have secrets. I knew that I liked the sexy underthings mom had and knew that I liked the strange noises I had sometimes heard (in the past) coming from her bedroom. I knew that I wanted to experience some of the things she experienced. 

When Frank came in my mouth that first time I didn't swallow. Hell I didn't even know then that I was supposed to swallow. But I had the warm feeling you get when you meet a goal. It's even better when you didn't know in advance that you had the goal. It had felt right. We didn't need to discuss it afterwards. He zipped back up and we jumped into the water to cool down.

III.A Utility Infielder

I fucked my first girl half way through that time of blowing Frank and did not consider myself gay. Maybe bi. Or maybe just a guy who liked sucking Frank's cock. Time would tell and I wasn't particularly worried about it. But not gay, certainly not after fucking Rachel for the first time. Still.... I was embarrassed to realize, a week after getting her, that I had not bothered to record it in my diary, that it had never even occurred to me. Must have meant something. Rachel was now my girlfriend and I'd been seeing her about twice a week, each date ending with sex in her parent's basement rec-room. Once I'd embarrassed myself I took to recording my times with her too -- and invented a new code for girl-sex.

My Frank code was more detailed. Listing everything from the place and time, the circumstances (e.g. 'Amy sick', or 'Amy period' or 'Amy away'), my progress ('licked it' or 'deeper' or 'swallow' or...) and his reaction ('happy' or 'pissy' or 'dominant' or ...) Most often the place was right here at my house, but I'd blown him twice in his car and once, of course, up at the lake. I was getting better at it -- the diary entries confirmed this.

Still, I was pretty realistic about it. I knew that I was sort of a utility infielder on the sex team that starred Amy, a fine replacement when the starter was out of the lineup but not more. He never compared our blowjobs except to say one time (it was after the 3rd -- I just looked it up) that my mouth was deeper. Which made sense compared to the petite Amy. But her advantages were pretty clear: Frank wanted to see a pretty, soft, blonde feminine face on the end of his tool, he wanted her ass and tits and he wanted to be able to fuck her pussy when a blowjob wasn't enough. Hard to compete with that.

So I was realistic about it but still obsessed. He had Amy and me, I had Rachel and him. When I got too horny waiting for him to show up I could either jerk off or run over Rachel's in the afternoon to fuck her before her mom got home from work.

Amy wasn't exactly the love of his life from what I could see. He was having sex not only with her and me but with at least one other girl he had on the side. I know he liked Amy a lot. We both did. We'd known her since the 3rd grade, when she was a skinny little tomboy with braces.

Because of a bad bout of mono Amy had to repeat her freshman year and was now an 18 year old senior while we were off to college. Or junior college in Frank's case. (Bitchy!) Hence her cheering camp. After that year off from school we watched Amy turn into the hottest girl at school. Gorgeous thick blonde hair, beautiful face, petite frame with large tits, a hot, hot ass, nice legs and a wonderful smile. She was his girl by the time Frank and I entered our junior year of high school.

But she and I were good friends too. I didn't see her as the competition and she obviously did not see me that way. When she got pissed off at Frank, for whatever reason, it was my shoulder more often than not she would cry on. And there had been lots of reasons for a girlfriend to be pissed at him (even though she obviously did not know about the other girls.) I would help her. Pump her up. Make excuses for him without letting her know that's what was happening. Get her laughing. Get her back into the game even when it meant I would continue to sit on the bench.

IV.I Am Disappointed

The times I'd blown him here at the house always began like this. Frank would show up unannounced with beer and/or weed, we'd take a soak, shower (separately) go to my room and I'd suck him off. Sometimes we'd watch a show on TV afterwards or listen to music and sometimes he'd be gone 10 minutes after. We used my house most of the time because Mom was out a lot of nights, sometimes on a date but more often with the girls from her book club or with people from her outdoor adventure team. She was president of the adventure club and most of the planning got left to her.

We had settled into the water. Frank lit the joint, dragged on it hard and handed it over to me.

"It's really good. Just a few hits and I'm off."

I felt it burn in my mouth and throat. I liked it but didn't want to get too buzzed for obvious reasons. I mean I've sucked him when I was a little high and a lot high and the ones where it was a little were better for us both. So I took a small hit and handed it back to him.

Frank looked great in the tub. He's already a star football player at the local junior college in his freshman year. Broad shoulders, strong chest and arms, thighs like tree trunks, tight abs, and a beautiful tight ass. Sandy hair, crooked smile, handsome as he could be. Also an awesome (and tasty) cock. Also firm delicious nuts with which to feed me.

I thought I was pretty good looking too. Slender, wiry, a distance runner with strong legs, and dark hair that I wore long and which complimented Frank's fairer features. Frank sometimes (jokingly, I think) called me his 'pretty girl.' I was a freshman at the state university 10 miles up the road.

Frank was drawing hard on the joint and had passed it to me only twice. Which was fine.

I was a little miffed with him though.

"Whyn't you tell me Amy would be away? We could have made plans."

"No matter -- here we are anyway."

"I meant like away plans. The camp or whatever."

"Maybe we will. Make plans I mean."

"When's she getting back?"

"Next Sunday. I have to pick her up. Have to drive upstate to get her, which isn't all bad."

"Why do you have to get her? What about her parents?" (Whiney, but at least real.)

Frank smiled at some thought but didn't answer. He toked up while I calculated. It was Tuesday so we would have 4 nights after tonight to get away. I knew it was unlikely but it got the wheels turning. And I didn't mean all 4 nights, not even in my head. But one or 2 nights? That summer camp of mine was just 2 hours away and Mom hardly ever wanted to go there.

He didn't respond and I let it drop. No sense in wrecking this evening bitching about stuff that wouldn't happen anyway.

He started on his 2nd beer and lit another joint. It was still only about 8:30, getting dark. But we had never fooled around in the hot tub. Maybe tonight? Either way was fine by me. We were always comfortable in my room too.

V.Mom and Me

Mom and I live together in a pretty well to do suburb of St Louis. We have this nicely landscaped, private back yard with a deck and hot tub right off the kitchen. Dad had been killed in an automobile accident 2 years earlier so we were on our own. Money was no problem -- Dad had left plenty of it. But Mom was just starting to get over the crushing grief she'd experienced, and I was too. Her loneliness had been so intense for so long that I found myself worrying about her as if I were the parent. Finally, in the last 6 months she'd started dating, but without much luck so far. I felt mildly guilty that my sex life had taken off while hers was either on hold or nonexistent.

She was out now on a date with Roger Anniston, our high school shop teacher. It was their 3rd date but I could tell that she found him pretty boring. The 2 earlier dates had been to the local bowling alley, which was definitely not her thing. Mom, Dad and I were more outdoorsy and she missed the hiking, running, swimming, rock climbing and sailing that had kept her so trim all these years.

She was only 34, and early widow with an 18 year old son who was the product of a high school fling with a guy I'd never met, and that Mom had not seen in the last 17 years. Dad was actually my step-dad, but he was the only father I'd ever known, and had been with Mom since I was 2.

Somehow I'd always been attracted to secrecy and the breaking of taboos. It started with times when I'd hear Mom and Dad fucking on the other side of the wall my bedroom shared with theirs. They were not extremely loud but loud enough. And I could make out snatches of conversation, mostly her saying 'Yes' or her shushing him for being too loud or, ironically, her being extremely loud at orgasm. It made me hot and I fantasized about seeing them at it as well as hearing it. I started visiting Mom's lingerie drawer around age 14 and became fascinated by the beautiful shear things she had there for dad. Frilly panties and teddies and garter belts and half cup bras. Sometimes I brought her panties and bras back to my room for an afternoon of fun. I found a vibrator she had and learned to suck it, but never got any flavor from it. I became just slightly obsessed with how she would behave sexually.

I got to see plenty of her body in the bikinis she often wore in the hot tub or on vacation. I could tell that Dad liked showing her off and was proud of the looks she got on the beaches in Hawaii. I figured she looked as good as any of the 25 year olds we saw on the beach, and way better than most of them. Not only was she prettier than most all of the other girls, she somehow managed to pack lots of curves into a pleasingly slender frame. She was just hot. And I could also see how pleased she was to make Dad proud of her.

I don't think he had to force those bikinis on her, but she seemed pretty modest in other ways, especially when she knew I was around. A few times I'd overheard Dad say something to her about 'cunt' or 'her tits' and she blushed to high-heaven when I'd enter the room right after. I loved her like mad but thought she was even prettier when his language embarrassed her.

And then Dad passed away. Her sex life -- with, I imagine, some exceptions made for the vibrator -- seemed to cease.

But it was still in my head. I had secrets. I was pretty sure that she had secrets. Now when I had Frank's cock in my mouth it felt right. I liked being different, and found that I liked being submissive to him. I liked that no one else could know or would know. Because we were very careful about it for both his sake and my own. Then, to be honest, my obsession became a purer obsession: the desire to have him use my mouth. 

VI.Frank and Amy

Frank's face was just an outline in the dark centering the red tip of the joint. He reached over the edge of the tub and grabbed his phone. 

"Dude, check this out."

Frank pressed a few buttons and playback of a video started up on the little screen. He handed the phone to me and I looked. It took a second or two to focus. When I did I made out the image of the back of a girl's head bobbing up and down. She had short blonde hair and I could see her naked back on some of the shots. The video was no surprise. Frank had shown me other blowjob videos before our times together. I never really knew how to take it. It made him hot to watch me watching a girl give head. Sometimes I felt I was learning from the girl's technique, but sometimes it sort of grossed me out. I don't know why. Rachel had only sucked my cock twice and I had never eaten her pussy, but we were both more than ready to fuck on date night.

I watched for a minute or more and handed the phone towards him when the video was maybe a quarter done. 

"No, no. You gotta watch the whole thing." With that big beautifully crooked smile of his.

So I took it back and watched some more but without a lot of interest. I decided to take one more shot at him.

"Whadaya think about going up to camp for a few nights?"

"You watching?"

"Yeah, I ....." Then I saw it. A bit less than half way through. The girl lifted her face up in the middle of the blowjob and said something towards the phone I couldn't make out. It was Amy. She was smiling into the camera and then the camera moved to scan her body. She was topless but seemed to have on a bikini bottom. They were at some beach, in clear daylight hours. Amy spoke again while the view was of her tits.

"You like the way I suck your cock baby?"

I heard that one. And Amy was so sexy I swear she gave me a boner. (Defensive.)

"Yeah, girl. You're doing great. Get on it again."

The camera swung sort of wildly while the 2 of them got in position again. Then I was back to the view of the top of her head bobbing up and down.

"You see her?"

"Yeah. Hard to miss her. She cut her hair is why I didn't know at first."

"Yeah for camp, says it's a sweatbox in the dorms up there. She cut it about a week ago just before we went up to French's Pond with her family."

I was watching with more interest now. Maybe it made my stomach churn a little bit but it was still damned sexy and it gave me that look into Frank's life with his other lover. 

"Her mom asked us to drive her car down to the town for more soft drinks for the kids. So I figured...."

I could see Amy's head bobbing more rapidly now and saw Frank's hand come in and grab a handful of hair to help her along.

"You were...."

"Yeah, right in the parking lot. Family walked right by and never saw her down there."

I'd blown him in a parking lot too. But it was at night and there had been no one else around.

"You had her top off." I don't know why I said that (Jealousy I guess.)

"Yeah. Her tits are amazing......You watching?"

I let it play out in front of me. It was near the end and I could figure out where it was going without too much difficulty. I noticed that Amy could bob her head pretty fast on him, faster than me I thought. The camera work got a little shakier but I could still see it pretty well. I heard him moan once. Saw her speed up even more. He moaned again, and then a third time. I recognized the sound. Amy made a funny noise of her own which got picked up and then stopped bobbing. He let go of her hair and rested his hand on her head.

Amy lifted her face to the camera again. A big line of cum ran from the corner of her mouth to her chin. Frank's fingers came into view and he smudged it over towards her mouth. Her tongue ran out and collected the juice and she show swallowed for the camera.

Then I heard him saying "Hot baby." The camera scanned to more cum on her tits. I heard her say "We better get ....." and the screen went dark.

"Holy shit!" I couldn't think of what else to say so that would have to cover all angles of the situation. Jealous, impressed, angry and motivated were all in there. Plus the realization that Frank was the kind of idiot who would show a guy about to blow him a video of his gorgeous girlfriend blowing him. Not so great for my morale.

"Yeah. She's a peach. First time she let me video her. Won't be the last I hope. I wanna get one of me fucking her."

"What'd she say when she first looked up? Couldn't make it out."

He looked over at me with the most adorable smile and repeated her line for me: "Your cock is amazing."

Well I was with her on that one.

"Thanks for showing me." Pissy but in a way I knew he wouldn't get. I was wondering if he would want one of me going down on him, but I was pretty sure that wasn't the point.

"Yeah dude. Listen! Do not mention this to her, or to anyone. I just figured you could see it."

Frank figured he was doing me a favor. What the favor was in his mind was unclear to me. Did it just reflect how close we were? Was it another training video I should learn from? Was it just so I could see how amazing she looked? I'd never know.

"Yeah thanks."

He was an idiot but it didn't change anything. The 2nd joint was gone and I was just about correctly buzzed. I'd had one beer and he'd had two. It was about 9:30 and totally dark. He hadn't made any move to get me working in the hot tub so I figured we would do the usual. I was slightly angry of course. I was also ready.

And that's when Mom came in.

VII.Mom and Us

We hadn't heard the car when Mr. Anniston dropped her off. Hadn't heard her enter the house or open the slider. Hadn't heard her or seen her walk towards the hot tub. And yet there she was. I guess that video had really kept focus for both of us.

I almost choked when I saw her. Thought number 1: Thank you Frank for not having me blow you here. Thought number 2: Had Mom heard us discussing the video of Amy? She couldn't have seen it of course but what about Frank repeating that "cock is amazing" line? Thought number 3: I'm not going to get to suck him off tonight. Number 3 didn't follow logically from our situation. I mean we certainly could have gone elsewhere if only to his car in a parking lot. But I just felt like now it couldn't or wouldn't happen. Turns out I was right.




Frank



Even though he was as surprised as I was, Frank of course became the life of the party. "Mrs. G! Good to see you. Haven't seen you for a while."

I could tell Mom was happy to see him as well. We couldn't really see her face, but you could just tell. I could barely make out the pretty yellow dress she'd worn for the date.

"Hi Frank honey! Nice to see you! Seems like every time you're over is when I'm out. You avoiding me young man?"

"No way. Mrs. G. You're still the nicest mother in our crowd. And the prettiest. Can I tell you you're the sexiest?" He paused and laughed and she laughed too. "You know that. Just bad luck I've been missing you."

"Oh Frank you are so full of B.S." She was right about that.

Mom bent down to kiss first my cheek and then his. Frank took this as the cue to step forward as the host of our little group.

"C'mon in Mrs. G. You got a nice 4 man tub here with just 2 lonely dudes in it."

She laughed. "Well I don't know about that. Billie won't want to think his mom is watching him." That sounded weird but then she changed the subject. "And how is Amy?" Mom knew Amy well and knew they were together. Before he could respond she went on "Hey. What's that smell?"

It was time for me to speak so I tried changing the subject too. "How was the date Mom? How is Mr. Anniston? You're home so early."

"Fine, I guess. Fine. But what is that smell?"

Frank took over and followed his philosophy of never apologizing or even realizing there might be something for which to apologize.

"It's weed. Mrs. G. I brought some over for the boy here. He's having girl troubles and I wanted to cheer him up."

I thought she'd be pissed. But Frank was a guy who always got off scot-free no matter what he said or did.

"Girl troubles? That's news to me. Is there something wrong with you and Rachel?"

I said "Oh, no. She's good. Just a spat I guess." Frank enjoyed putting me on the spot by making his lies revolve around something I had to back up. I liked it.

"Then why the marijuana? You know I don't allow that here."

Frank stepped in. "C'mon Mrs. G. There's no harm in it. A couple of beers and a couple of joints are good for what ails us. Hell it's basically legal now anyway." 

Frank was wrong about that. It wasn't 'basically legal.' It was legal. But it stopped Mom. Still he wouldn't let it go.

"Maybe you'd like to try it? You're home from a date at 9 o'clock. Sounds like it might not have been the best date of all time."

Mom laughed appreciatively at this great insight. 

"He's a ....." and here she had to describe him with a noise: 'fffffffttttttttttt' which I'm pretty sure translates as 'washout' or 'loser.' She laughed again, a little louder this time.

And I agreed. I knew Mom wanted a boyfriend but no girl should have to have Mr. Anniston for her boyfriend. I again felt that guilt because I had a sex life at 18 -- hell I had 2 sex lives! -- and she had none. She missed my Dad still and I wondered if she'd ever find that part of herself again.

Mom had pulled a chair up to the edge of the hot tub. Frank took out another joint and moved across the tub to show it to her. It was unlit but he brought it up towards her mouth anyhow.

"So try it. Just a hit. No biggie. Good for what ails ya."

She paused as if tempted but then said "No. But I will have one of your beers if that's OK."

"Course it is. Yeah that Mr. Anniston! Wow. I was so shocked when I heard you two were dating. I mean, good shop teacher but like zero personality."

Mom took a swallow of beer, started giggling and said "You're an easy grader Frank. Zero might be too high." She let out a whoosh of air and sipped her beer. For a few minutes we all fell quiet; not even Frank knew how to follow up with questions about the date, and Mom obviously was not going to talk about it further. I could see him looking at her, studying her in the dark. I could see her staring into space or at God knows what else. She drank the beer down though and we did the same with ours.

"The stars are pretty tonight." And then, to my amazement, "You know I might take you up on a hit of your weed."

That one even stopped Frank for a second.

I said "Mom!!" in my most shocked your-son-will-now-be-in-charge-of-looking-out-for-you tone. (Protective son.)

"Oh shush Billie. Frank's right. After a night like this a beer isn't going to cut it." My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I could see her legs were slightly spread and that I could see up her dress from our angle. Too dark to see her panties of course, if they would even have been visible. I wondered whether Frank could see up there too to her thighs.

"You might like to know I was smoking when you were 2 years old. Not often. But your dad and I did it. It's fun sometimes, don't know why I haven't indulged for the last 15 years or so."

I went with "Mom!" again. Frank went with "Coming right up Mrs. G."

VIII.Mom and Weed

I realized right away that mom might have trouble with today's quality and strength of weed. I wasn't really shocked to find out that she and dad had once dabbled. But dabbling on what was out 15 years ago and smoking the kind of grass Frank brought were world's different. Frank and I knew that. She probably didn't.

Frank had jumped out of the tub, dried his hands off and was lighting up. He took a deep drag and then walked over to hand it to mom. All I could see was the red tip of the joint and the outline of her face as she took her first drag. Frank was right over her looking down as she sputtered after the drag, and I wondered whether he could see down the modestly low cut blouse she'd worn on the date. I wondered whether he could see her bra or her tits. I wondered what he would think of them if he could. I thought they were pretty nice. Not saggy at all. She didn't have Amy's tits at the age of 34 but I think they were as nice in their own way.

"Sorry to be dripping all over you Mrs. G."

"It's ok honey. The water feels good."

"Here, let me show you how it's done." Now Frank bent over to her face and demonstrated the correct way to hold and drag on a joint. He brought it to her lips, held it there for her and said "Now you." She went. He said "A little deeper Mrs. G. You can do it....Now hold it in." (Yeah. I knew, of course I knew.) For some reason her hand was on his hip as she turned her face up to him to accept the joint. This time she took a better, deeper hit and held it in the way Frank had shown her. She let it out with a whoosh.

"Oh my! I feel it."

Frank took a quick hit and just as quickly handed it back to mom. She dragged on it, held it in and then expelled with a big cloud of smoke.

"Good girl Mrs. G. You're gonna like that hit. Now go again, quick." She did.

"Oh. I like that feeling. Haven't had that rush for ages."

"Nice, huh Mrs. G?"

"Mom you better be careful with that. It's pretty strong." I was keeping up my scold but I didn't really mean it. Something had changed, something beyond them getting high together, and I wanted to see how it would play out.

"Don't listen to him Mrs. G. He's a pussy when it comes to smoke."

"A pussy, huh?" She laughed and watched Frank drag on the joint. He handed it over to her again quick. A few sparks flew and he brushed them down the front of her blouse and off her skirt. If she noticed him brushing his hand on her breasts she didn't say anything about it. Instead she took a deep drag and repeated "A pussy." The joint was almost gone. Frank offered a hit to me and I took it. Mom had stood and was brushing herself off some more. 

She said "Oh Frank. You got ash smudges all down the front of my dress! Now I'm going to have to change."

"Bathing suit Mrs. G. The night air. The warm water. A couple of beers. We got more weed here and there's still just 2 lonely dudes in this big tub. The night is young."

She was giggling while he said it and then her response was "Hmmmm we'll see." She disappeared into the house. A minute later we saw her bedroom light go on, then the bathroom light. 

IX.Frank and Mom

For about 2 minutes we were quiet. I wasn't really wondering what she'd change into, just wondering how bad it would be when she did. For some reason I felt sure it would be the pure white bikini Dad had got her on our last trip to Hawaii. That made me nervous and got me feeling all protective again. Before we ran out of time I decided to take a shot at reasoning with him.

"Ahhhh what's going on here Frank?"

"Don't know dude. Playing it by ear."

"I know you are, and that's the problem. You know that's my mother, right."

"Still gonna play it by ear. Your mom's a hottie."

"And you remember about us, right?"

"Yeah. Of course. No problems there."

"But then...." We saw the bathroom light turn off and I realized Frank was hardly listening to what I said. His eyes were glued to her bedroom window.

He started up. "Listen dude, just follow my lead here. OK? You're mom's gonna be fine. Let her live a little will you? And then you and I will get away. Maybe tomorrow. Or the next day." And he repeated "Just follow my lead." So I did. (Pussy.) It never occurred to him that he wouldn't get her if he wanted her. And it never occurred to him that I might not want to participate in a plan for him to fuck my mother.

When Mom came back out she left the kitchen light on and we could see more of her as she emerged. It wasn't good but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It wasn't the tiny white bikini after all. It was the peach seersucker one-piece. I knew it well. It had a demi underwire bra built in that wasn't too bad but did expose the tops of her tits. Like putting them on a shelf. Guess she figured the bikini would be too obvious.

Frank whistled at her. "Hot stuff Mrs. G. C'mon in."

She scooted over and in fast. I could tell she was nervous and buzzed. She sank to her neck to obscure the view of her boobs.

"Another beer Mrs......."

"Frank I'm gonna scream if you call me that one more time. It's Ellie, ok?"

"Sure Ellie! Pleased to meet you." And he scooted to the seat next to hers to make a show of shaking her hand. "Another beer Ellie?" He was hardly pretending not to look down at her breasts during the exchange.

"Yeah, don't mind if I do. Are we gonna smoke again?"

"Of course we are. Let that last one mellow first, k? We get a nice solid, warm buzz going."

Mom was alternating between seeming very nervous, very high and very girly. Frank gave her a beer and it dropped right through her hand into the water. Frank's arm dove down between her legs to grab it and she was giggling as he brought up the frothing can between her thighs. Mom said "Ooops"as he set it aside and got her a fresh one. She took a nice gulp of beer and smiled at him.

She looked at me and I could see her better now. She looked surprised to see me, like she'd forgotten I was there. Her eyes seemed a bit unfocused, but I could see her deciding that she better pay some attention to me. 

"You sure you and Rachel are ok?"

"Yeah Mom we're fine."

"Well she's such a nice girl. You better take care of her." Mom seemed stuck for anything else to say on the subject so the 3 of us sat there being quiet. Everyone seemed just to be waiting for something to happen.

Mom must have used the time to get over her modesty about the suit. She now stood up, a little wobbly, turned to Frank and said "So do you like it?" She spun once so he could see her ass in it too.

"It's wonderful Ellie, just gorgeous on you. I only wish we had better light out here."

Satisfied Mom sat back down with a plop and a big grin on her face. "Got it in Hawaii. Got some nice bikinis there too but you know I figured I better not...." Mom didn't know how to finish her sentence so she just stopped. Still she couldn't stay off Frank so she turned to him and said "You never told me how Amy was doing. Another fabulous ..." and did she slur that word a little? "...fabulous girl who you'd better be good to."

"Oh. I am Ellie. Amy's the best. In fact I was just showing Billie a video I took of her."

Holy shit. He wasn't going there, was he?

But mom didn't bite on the comment. What was he going to do if she had asked to see it?

"And my that Amy is sooo pretty" elongating the 'so' like a teenaged girl would. "I wish I could look like that again." She chuckled at that but you could tell she was really picturing how it was when she was younger and, presumably, hotter. 

"You two both better take care of your girls. We girls need lots of TLC you know."

"Yeah you do." Frank turned mom gently so her back was toward him. He began to massage her shoulders. "Don't know how Mr. Anniston screwed this thing up on you. If you were my girl I'd never leave your side. I sure as hell wouldn't let you into a hot tub with 2 hot guys like us. You'd get all the TLC you wanted. How's that feel?"

"Like heaven."

"Ready for another smoke Ellie?"

I started in "Mom you might wanna....." I was no longer sure if I was just pretending to protect her or I really was trying to protect her.

She cut me off with "Don't be a pussy about it Billy. I want to have fun tonight" and then burst into hysterics as if she'd just told the funniest joke of all time.

Frank took up her cry: "Yeah, no pussies in the hot tub tonight. Or maybe it should be just one pussy allowed.......right Ellie? One pussy is ok." And he never stopped the sensual massage of her shoulders.

Mom just snickered like a young girl hearing her first risqué joke. Then she took up the cry "One pussy is very good." Her face was shiny and red, like all the blood in her body had gone there.

I realized the massage had somehow caused her body to rise up. That underwire bra was popping her tits nicely and Frank had leaned in over her to look down at them. Now he turned her back and got busy lighting up their smoke. I declined and just watched the 2 of them go back and forth with it. They stayed close to share and I could see one of Frank's hands had gone underwater. Was he massaging her thighs now? Frank started moving the joint to her lips again rather than to her hand, rubbing it against her lips and blowing smoke in her open mouth. Those made her laugh for about a minute till she started coughing and he had to pound her back.

Mom sat there giggling and by now I knew that she was completely wrecked. 

X.Me and Benjy

Frank said "Billy. You think you might be able to run down the store and get some rum or something for me and your mom? I think she's ready for a real drink soon."

Mom brightened up out of her stupor at that. "Yeah. Rum. I love rum and coke. I wanted that asshole Roger to take me for a drink tonight but we had to go bowling instead. Bowling! Fuck."

"Mom..." but it was no use.

"Now listen Billy your mom already told you no being a pussy tonight. Right? Now she wants one drink after the asshole let her down. Don't you want her to be happy? It'll be just like when me and Amy went out to make her mom happy that day. And that turned out pretty good." I could see him smiling at me now. "You saw how happy that made everyone. Besides, I'll be here for Ellie's TLC." 

Mom took another sip of beer and said "Yeah, like making Amy happy. She's soooooo pretty!" She had no idea what she was saying.

With that he reached his left arm across her body and tits to pull her closer. The hand ended up practically cupping her far breast and he seemed in no hurry to remove it once he had snuggled her body into his. Mom did look kind of shocked at that. But mainly, I think, because she again realized that I was still there. Then Mom twisted her torso slightly away from him, almost defiantly, so that the tit would rest more firmly in his palm. I think she wanted me to get a better view of it there. His thumb ended up over the top of the wire cup on her flesh while his palm supported her breast from below. I gave up. (Defeatist o Realist?)

"OK by me then. If it's what you want mom."

"Run in the house sweetie and get my purse? We need some ...." well presumably 'money' but it seemed like she'd forgotten the word. "...you know.....for the rum."

So I got out and dried off quickly before going inside. I realized that, despite my many objections to what was happening, the two of them had managed to give me an immense boner. More boner than the video of Amy sucking him off had given me. But there was no risk of either of them noticing. His hand was stilling cupping her breast and I could hear her whisper to him as I entered the kitchen. Whatever. 

I found the purse on the couch and pulled out her wallet. I was now a little afraid to go back out there, afraid of what I'd find. I could hear her giggling and the deeper tone of Frank's whispers, but I couldn't quite make out what was being said. Still, how far would Frank push her with me right there? I peeked around the corner of the sliding door and to my surprise found that they had separated a bit. At least it was safe to go back out. 

Mom had submerged down to her chin (again) and was looking up and saying how pretty the stars were (again) and making a big effort to appear pretty normal. Frank didn't need to bother to pretend. He knew I would be on his side.

"That's a good boy, Billie. Get us some rum, honey. And some coke. And go to the Benjy's Market. You know where Benjy's is, right?" I nodded but I don't think she was paying attention anyway. "That's the only one open now and Benjy has the best prices anyhow." 

Yeah, that and Benjy's was 20 minutes in the car each way. Smith's Liquors was 5 minutes away and I was pretty sure it was open too. Still we could save 15 cents at Benjy's so I knew she was making sense.

"Got it. Benjy's. I'll see you two in about an hour." See I wasn't being a pussy at all. I was starting to enjoy this. And I was enjoying the feel of my erection rubbing against my trunks. I pulled on my tee shirt and got into flip flops. I grabbed Mom's keys and left the deck.

As I did she cried out to me "Remember to go to Benjy's" and then "Oh, look Frank. Is that Orion?"

XI.I Text Frank

I remembered, but there was no way I was driving to Benjy's, or anywhere else, that night. I wondered if Mom would make him stop, or could even stop herself, till she heard the car leave the garage. As I got to the edge of the driveway I looked back at the 2 of them and had just enough light to see that they were in a deep embrace kissing. I figured his hand was in at least the top of her suit by then, and the only question was whether he was going to fuck her right there in the tub or somewhere else. She was too far gone to think through the need for the sound of a departing car.

I told you earlier that I got into blowing Frank on kind of a whim but then I got into the taboo breaking aspect of it and grew to really like (ok: love) it. My rock hard dick told me this was an even bigger taboo: watching my mother getting fucked by a guy, a guy I happened sometimes to blow. I was long over my disappointment of not getting his cum for myself tonight, and I was starting to realize that this could be even better. I thought again of how she had her own secrets. If I could watch Mom blow him, or get bent over by him, it would crush the taboo of a lifetime. I was in. Frank knew I would help, probably before I knew myself, and here I was finally fully signed up at last to do my part.

Since he liked having me in my room I figured he might want to have her in her room. But I needed to be sure. I took out my cell and texted him.

"Where you gonna do her?"

I watched him picking up the text while he was kissing her, reading it over her head.

I could hear him say "Give me one minute Ellie. My Dad is locked out and needs to know where I left the spare key. One minute."

Mom was saying "Hey, don't leave....." He jumped out and texted back.




Frank



"Her room." He had already figured I'd be there for the show. And then a second text "Got video?"

I hadn't thought of that. But Frank would. Of course there was the Amy precedent to be factored in. He'd told me he wanted one of him fucking Amy. The problem with that would be the logistics with the camera, even assuming he got Amy to agree. But a video of him fucking my Mom would be an even bigger keep, and I was conveniently present to wield the camera. Still it was Frank's idea, not mine.

I texted "Yeah" with a big smile on my face.

"Not cell phone. Need quality."

"Yeah."

"Give me 10 minutes to get her there."

XII.Riding a Bike

I went in through the garage, got to my room to get the video cam and took a peek out the bedroom window. I could see them making out in the tub and knew I still had time. I got over to Mom's room. She had left the lights on earlier and that would make it easier for me to prepare things. Her yellow dress was laid out over the back of her reading chair. I picked it up and took a good look but couldn't see any ash stains. On the bed were the panties and bra she'd recently stripped off, and the white bikini. The bikini explained itself -- she really had been torn over wearing it down for him. The panties and bra were there because at the time she took them off she was not yet wrecked to the point of foreseeing company upstairs. And she must have been in too big a hurry to put her underwear in the hamper about 20 feet away. Not her sexiest undies by a mile. Apparently she had as little faith in Mr. Anniston as Frank and I thought he deserved. Still they were nice enough for me to scoop up and store in the closet before I headed in there for good. I might want them, and Mom was far too gone to notice their absence. 

I took a peek out her window and almost got caught by her looking up that way, maybe wondering, as women will, whether the room was clean enough for entertaining, or whether she'd put on fresh sheets recently. But Frank had his hands cupped on her tits as he dry humped her from behind and she was no doubt distracted. Her eyes went down from the window and they began drying one another off, Frank keeping up some unknown patter in her ear as they did.

Bye the time he got her upstairs I was in her darkened closet with the door ajar, kind of hiding between some dresses. I could smell he perfume on the one closest to me. The closet was almost opposite the foot of the bed and gave me a panoramic view of what would be the playing field. Mom's panties and bra were on the floor beside me. The video cam I got 2 Christmases ago was still nearly state of the art. I had a bunch of 3 hour disks. It was fully charged. The room was nicely lit and I knew Frank would not allow her to turn off any lights.

By the time he got her upstairs the front of her bathing suit had been peeled down to expose her tits. The bra cups dangled inside out at her hips. And her right tit sported a mark which looked like it was from his mouth. I fired up the camera and zoomed in there for my first shot.

He had come in the room first, leading her with one hand and holding yet another lit joint with the other. He stopped in the middle of the floor, looking around to see where I would be. It wasn't hard to figure out and he winked in my direction. He turned to her and, with his arm around her waist, bent her backwards with a hard kiss on the mouth. Then he took the joint to her lips and made her suck. He tweaked her tits while she did and she coughed a little. She was damned nervous. I was zooming in and out on her but think I did a good job capturing both the kiss and the lust crazed looks in her eyes.

Mom was saying "We have to hurry" and started peeling the wet suit over her hips.

He kissed her again, holding her tit gently and said "Relax we got plenty of time."

"No, no. Billy will be back. Remember. The rum?" She was slurring a bit and nervous but seemed to know what she wanted.

"He won't. He texted me to say he was out for the night." 

Mom was confused. "The night? Why? He just went for ...."

"Says he ran into Rachel and is hooking up with her." He paused and looked down at her with her breast in his hand, and bent to kiss and lick her nipple. "You know don't you? Know he's fucking her?"

"He's....? Oh, I wondered about it. Even a mother never really knows for sure but I wondered." She paused, thoughtful, while Frank continued to feel her up. Then "Oh! That is good! Isn't it?.....With a girl?" She paused again, more confused than ever, "But how? Where?" I guess I was a little bit insulted at her surprise, but it was hard to blame her. Could she possibly know more about my secrets than I had thought?

"Said her parents are gone and they have her bed. Or maybe she'll want him to do her in her parent's bed." He laughed at the thought and I immediately translated: he got Amy to fuck in her parent's bed. 

Frank took the opportunity to give her another toke. Keeping her buzzed was a good plan for him. He went to her bureau and put out the roach in a little dish she uses for chains and bracelets and such. She would have killed me for putting a wrapped piece of candy in that dish, but not her little Frankie. Course he wasn't so little and that was part of the problem we all had.

"Said he wouldn't be back till tomorrow afternoon. So we have all night." 

He was in charge now, pulling the wet suit down over her hips. He pulled it off her feet and tossed it in the corner while she stood there naked. She was hot. For a mom or for anyone else she looked good standing there in the nude. Frank whistled appreciatively as he circled her body to take in every aspect of it. Meanwhile I got some good wide angles of her, and the scene with Frank, but I also got good pans over to her ass and tits and face. Her face was red and it seemed like she was beginning to pant. I couldn't really get a good view of her pussy but I could see that she had a nice little thatch of hair there.

Mom may have been panting but still looked the way she does when she's stuck on a crossword clue. Something here wasn't adding up to her. Some earlier clue must have been misunderstood. She started in again "How...?" Presumably she was confused about how and when all this communication with me had taken place. But Frank did what he does. He changed the subject.

His fingers were caressing her cunt, and I was trying to zoom in to see if I could get the penetration. Frank said "That Rachel turned out to be quite a catch. Awesome fuck he says." Frank grinned as he held her and winked over at me again. I could see his fingers inside her now, could see how he had spread her legs with his foot to get in her, and how he had positioned her so it could be recorded. "Billie says she's a terrific cocksucker too."

"He does? Little Rachel? That doesn't seem ..."

Frank wasn't going to let her finish many sentences. "And you calling him a pussy." He laughed and said "Billie's not a pussy. He gets pussy." Mom's mouth was hanging open, whether from Frank's fingers or his embellished stories about Rachel and me was hard to say. But it was getting to her.

"And Amy too? Are you and she...?" Her voice was funny. Husky. Needy. Sounded like she wanted to beg.

"Nah. Amy's too pure. It's why I'm gonna go at you all night Ellie." Mom's knees about buckled then.

They kissed hard and when they broke Mom asked for permission: "Can we shower first? I'm still wet."

"Want ya wet Ellie. Want your cunt wet all night." He knew that this was the time to up the ante: from 'pussy' talk to 'cunt' talk. And Mom appreciated it, I could tell. "Shower afterwards. After we find out if you are a terrific cocksucker too. Just like Rachel. Is that ok Ellie? Let's find out now, huh?" 

He lowered her to her knees and stood above her. She went there willingly but now, for the first time, it would be up to her to take the initiative. This was the last chance she would have to back out. Frank knew to keep up the patter. "When's your last time?"

"My husband. Two years ago." Then she pulled down the trunks I'd lent him and let his big thick cock spring out at her face.

"You'll be good. I'll show you again. Like riding a bike." And he took his cock to her lips and she opened to suck.

I filmed the blowjob for the next 10 minutes, varying some close-ups of her face, her mouth and her tits with some wide shots of the 2 of them and how he stood above her. I recorded just how she knelt at the end of the bed and just how she tilted her head up to lap at his dick. Frank, I knew from experience, was a good teacher and he showed it now. He let her stay relatively shallow, let her use her hand as a cock block so she wouldn't gag, showed her how to pleasure his balls while sucking, how to do the head, how to vary her speeds and, finally, how to accept a load of cum in her mouth. She couldn't get it all of course and he had enough left to pull out and aim one rope along the bridge of her nose. Cum was leaking from her mouth down to her chin and tits. (Reminds me of something.)

"Aaaaah. Nice Ellie." Mom was cupping her chin and tits to keep the cum from running everywhere and was struggling with the load in her mouth. Then to my amazement, and I think his too, Mom swallowed the nut he had deposited. Frank picked up the trunks he had discarded and used them to wipe the remaining cum from her face and tits.

No one could admire Frank's cock more than me. I loved sucking it, loved drinking his warm cum, and loved watching my Mom do the same. He was amazing. Rock hard it was a cock that could batter down a steel door. Swollen to its fullest it could reach the sky and fuck the moon. Stimulated by the right mouth and tongue it could gush pure liquid gold fit to fill the Pacific. Once when comforting Amy over some spat of theirs I was bitchy enough to inquire broadly whether the couple had any sex troubles. Amy was shocked "No! The sex is amazing; he takes such good care of me." See Frank genuinely loved and cared for and was careful with his chosen cocksuckers, with his chosen pussy. My Mom was part of that club now, with me and Amy and some others, and I loved her for the joyful care she exercised, the kneeling humility and gracious love of his seed. Frank was gentle and loving to her blessed mouth. It made me super hard.

"You like it? Did I do it right? It's been so...."

"Fantastic Ellie. I loved it. You looked so beautiful sucking me. I told you it would come back to you -- and a swallow! Good going." 

Mom said "Yeah. I wanted to surprise you......I used to do that for Ed." She sounded more stoned than ever now. Ed, of course, was my departed step-dad.

He helped her up from her knees and said "Surprise is an understatement. You almost gave me a heart attack you're so beautiful. Now we shower."

"You're sure about Billie? The rum?"

This time he didn't answer except to slap her ass hard and say "In you go baby. I'm right behind you." He walked her in the bath and I could hear her using the mouthwash. The shower started and Frank and must have made sure she was under the spray. I heard him saying "Be right back. Just forgot...."

XIII.Good Girl First

He came to me. "You getting all this?" in a soft whisper.

I croaked out a "Yeah," whispering back.

"She's good but she'll get better. You improved." And he smiled the crooked smile that made us all love him. "Now make sure you don't fall asleep cause I'm gonna be fucking her all night long. I want to see it all."

"What was all that crap about Rachel being a blowjob slut and me fucking her and Amy being so pure?"

He walked over and bent in to see her in the shower. "Be right there Ellie. Wait for me." He came back. "Don't you get it? Women want to hear about other sluts. It gives them permission. Plus she's turned on by thinking you're not the pussy she thought you were."

I shrugged off the pussy comment. After all it seemed like he was trying to undo that idea in Mom.

"And the pure Amy crap?"

"She knows Amy. Likes her. Wants her and Amy to be on the same team of good girls while she gets to act like her inner Rachel, her inner slut." Holy fuck! How did he know all this? "Plus it never hurts for her to think of me as deprived in the pussy department. Makes her my rescuer. Makes her special."

"Frank? Where are you?" Mom sounded a bit desperate in there by herself. I think she needed adult supervision and I think she had decided to rescue him again.

"Sorry Ellie I ran down to get us some drinks." And to me: "You load us up on drinks while I shower with her. Some for you too -- not too much cause I don't know if I'm going to be able to let you pee. Oh, bring up my baggie too. I may need to have her smoke a little more to keep her fucking. Go -- but don't miss anything when you get back."

Frank dashed into the bath and I dashed out of the room down to the kitchen. I picked up 4 cold beers and 4 bottles of water for them, threw them in a deep bowl and threw ice over them. For me I got 2 waters but remembered what Frank said about not being able to pee. I also grabbed 2 bananas for myself in case I got hungry in the night. (Freudian.)

I got back, set up their drinks on the night stand and got back into my spot in plenty of time. I could hear them giggling and playing still in the shower but there was nothing I could do about not catching that. I was hoping that their first fuck wasn't with her bent over in the shower. I went out and repositioned some spot lighting away from me and towards where I thought he'd nail her on the nice big king bed. I remembered something and ran to Mom's lingerie drawer. There I found much a much sexier bra and panty set for me to use, transparent blue with white lace trim. Mom's vibrator was under her sexy things, so I took it out too and placed it in the middle of her bed. Then back in my closet. Frank came out first while mom made herself pretty for him. We heard the blow-dryer start up. Mom has pretty short hair and it wouldn't take her long. 

He looked in. "Any of your dad's ties or belts still in there?"

"What the fuck Frank" I hissed out at him, "take it easy for Christ's sake." He was taking the fun out of this!

"I will. But you don't know her. Things she just said in the shower she likes. Ed used to do her that way."

"Bullshit. Frank. I don't want you to hurt her." And then thought: but she did have those secrets.

"Hurt her? You're crazy. I've always liked Ellie. Trust me she wants it, really wants it. She wanted to blow me again in the shower. You watch. Break it up if you don't like the show." As if that made sense.

I couldn't believe it and yet I already did. So I gave up again. Frank got his way again. And naturally, with his luck, Mom had kept Dad's favorite ties right in her closet. To remember him I guess. Well this would really have her remembering if Frank was telling me the truth about the two of them. I quickly handed out 2 of Dad's favorite silk ties.

"Not the belt Frank. You can tie her up but don't use the belt on her."

"I'm not gonna use it on her, shithead!" But I finally had refused him one thing and stuck to my guns.

When Mom came out all naked and red from the shower, still combing out her hair, still nervous but smiling, she saw the ties lying over the foot of the bed, and she saw Frank lying naked in the middle of her bed with his erect cock pointing straight up to the ceiling, and saw the vibrator in his hand. Seeing the vibrator confused her some more but didn't stop her from licking her lips. Then she smiled, climbed in and on top of him and the two of them started kissing with his hands cupping her ass cheeks. The camera was on again and I made sure to catch her back and ass and the nice way her tits were crushed into his chest. Frank maneuvered her legs around to make sure I could record the look of her cunt from behind. Nice. More hair there than girls like Rachel, girls of my generation, but still nicely trimmed. And her slit looked nice and juicy wet.

Frank put her over on her back, I figured to mount her. Again he pulled her body to an angle that would expose her cunt to the closet. He spread her legs and reached down to finger her pussy while he lay at her side. Mom opened her legs wider and I had a perfect view of him fingering her.

"Do you think Billie....?"

"I told you, no. Relax Ellie and let me make you cum."

"No I meant, do you think he's with her now? With Rachel? Like really with her?"

Frank laughed at this and turned on his side while still fingering her slit. 

"Yeah. He's doing her now. Or maybe she's sucking his cock just like you did for me."

Mom jumped under his hand and moaned then. He was encouraged and so went on.

"She's such a hungry little cocksucker. Billie told me he has a video of her giving him a blowjob. Says he might let me look at it we're such good friends."

"Oh God. Do girls do that now?" Mom was moaning and gasping a bit and brought her knees up so he could get in her cunt easier.

"Some. She really loves giving head is all. Swallows every time just like you did." 

Mom was bucking and writhing, fucking down on Frank's hand. She managed to say "I want to again. Suck your cock. Like Rachel. I want ...."

Frank had 2 fingers in her and was making circular movement inside her, then softly teasing her clit and doing it again. He turned on the vibrator and ran it across her nipples while he fingered her. She was beyond close and I knew he was playing her pussy to stretch it out for her.

"Not yet. I'll let you suck my cock but you gotta be a good girl first. First you're gonna cum hard for me Ellie. Just like you used to. And then I'm going to fuck you hard a few times, maybe tie you up like a little slut while I do you. I told you I'm gonna fuck you all night long."

Mom began to shriek with pleasure. "Oh my God....Oh my God....Oh Frank. I'm cumming Frank." 

He kept it up. "Then after we do all that, then maybe you can suck my cock again. Maybe I'll us that striped tie to bind your hands behind your back before you blow me. Would you like that? Maybe by then we will have to worry about Billie walking in and catching us."

"Oh my God I'm still coming. Don't stop." He kept banging her pussy and then feathering her clit. Frank slid down between her thighs and began to lick her clit. My camera was zooming like mad in and out, her face, her pussy, her tits, and now his head bobbing between her thighs.

He lifted his face from between her thighs, turned on the vibrator and ran it in and out of her cunt a few times. "Remember worrying that Billie would come in the room and catch you tied up and fucked? Remember how scared that made you and how hard you came for Ed then? Go Ellie. Come like that for me so I can fuck you." He dropped the still humming vibrator to the floor and took his mouth back to her pussy.

He lapped at her pussy for 10 seconds and then she screamed as loud as a woman could possibly scream when cumming. Her words made no sense.

XIV.Secrets are Out

Afterwards he popped a beer and let her cool down. I thought she had passed out until she leaned on her side and asked him for a sip. He gave her one and then opened water for the 2 of them. Mom was coming back to life.

"Frank, I ...I don't know how....I mean that was unbelievable, even better than with Ed, God help me. Will you fuck me now? Please?"

"Get my dick nice and hard Ellie."

Mom scrambled her mouth down to his cock and sucked him from all 4's. Her tits hung perfectly then for the camera. After a minute suck he pulled out and pushed her down to her back, wanting again to position her best for me. She ended up perpendicular to my line of site. He touched her cunt and decided she was wet enough. He grabbed Mom's legs and brought them up over his shoulders. I could see Mom's hand reach down to guide the fat cock into her slit, then her flinch as he entered her. I heard her moans again as he penetrated her, and then her shrieks when he pushed forward to raise her legs higher and bury himself fully in her cunt. Mom screamed her way through 2 orgasms as Frank punished her cunt over the next 10 minutes. He lowered her legs and flipped her over to do her doggie style.




Frank and Cookie



I met Cookie in the seventh grade. Her parents had moved to town just in time to enroll her at the start of the school year. I was walking up the steps to the west entrance of the school and I saw her by the front door. She was blocked by three guys who were making fun of her pigtails. She kept trying to get by them, but they kept moving to keep themselves between her and the door. One of the guys was Oscar Walls and he and I had gone at it a couple of times. Once on the playground at the elementary school during recess and once at the city swimming pool. Both times there were no clear winners, but both times had established that I wouldn't put up with his shit and since then we had steered clear of each other. I walked up to the little group and said:

"You're in the way Oz. The lady and I want to go in that door."

"You can go, but we ain't done with Miss Piggy."

"Miss Piggy?"

"Yeah. What else would you call a girl her age who runs around in pigtails."

"Maybe you could ask her what her name is and call her by that. Move."

"You going to make me?"

I turned to the girl and asked her if she would please hold my books. I could see that she was scared, but she nodded her head "yes" and I handed them to her and turned back to Oz.

"Yes Oz; if I have to I will."

He sneered at me and looked at Dick Reed and Phil North and back at me and I could see that he was thinking "Three against one – a piece of cake" but when I stepped toward him Phil and Dick beat feet into the school. They didn't want any part of a fight on school grounds.

Oz was a bully, but he wasn't stupid. He had fought me before and he knew I wouldn't quit and that it was likely that the fight would still be going on when some teacher came to see what all the commotion was about. Without Phil and Dick to help make it a quick short fight he knew we could easily end up in the principals office and with the girl telling her side of the story he could end up being expelled. I could too for that matter, but I thought that I might get points for stepping up to help the girl. Oz decided that it wasn't worth it and he turned and walked into the school. I turned to look at the girl and she was looking at me wide eyed.

"You were really going to fight him?"

"He's a bully and the only way you can handle a bully is stand up to him and let him know you aren't afraid of him."

As I took my books back from her and the crowd that had gathered to see what was going on dispersed I said:

"I don't think I've seen you here before."

"It's my first day here. We just moved here from New York."

"My name is Frank and let me be the first to welcome you to Hadley Middle School."

"Pleased to meet you Frank. I'm Cookie."

That was the start of it.

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Cookie and I were good friends all the way through middle school. I asked her for a date to go to the movies a couple of times, but her parents wouldn't let her date until she was sixteen. I made her promise me that I would be her first date when she reached that age and she promised.

I was glad I had that promise because when summer vacation ended and we started the tenth grade a brand new Cookie appeared. She had spent the summer visiting relatives in New York and while she was gone she had bloomed. 

Until that time I'd pretty much had her to myself, but suddenly other guys were paying her attention. A couple of times I had to jokingly remind her that she had promised her first date to me. Her birthday was on the 10th of October and around the middle of September I asked her if her parents would allow her to date on her birthday or would she have to wait a day. She told me that it wouldn't matter because she had a restriction in that she couldn't date on school nights. She could only date on Friday, Saturday and go on a daytime date on Sunday providing she was home by seven. The 10th was on a Wednesday so I asked:

"Will you go out with me Friday the 12th?"

"I don't know if I can. My parents told me that they would probably set something up for the weekend since my birthday was in the middle of the week."

"Let me know as soon as you can okay? I've been waiting almost two years to take you out on a date."

On the 3rd of October Cookie told me that her parents had made plans for the weekend following her birthday. That meant that it would be the weekend of the 20th before we could have our date, but that was the weekend that I had to go to Chicago with my parents to celebrate my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary. I was going to have to see if I could get out of going somehow.

There were distractions during the two weeks leading up to Cookie's birthday. We always sat together in the school cafeteria for lunch, but one day Cookie got there before I did and when I got there I found her sitting with Jason Medved. I joined them and got a nasty look from Jason. A kind of "Why the fuck are you horning in on us" look. I ignored him, but he kept butting in whenever I tried talking to Cookie and when he finally left Cook said:

"That was pretty rude of you."

"What was rude?"

"Sitting down without asking if you could join us."

"How was that rude? You and I sit together every day and everyone knows it. If any one was rude it was Jason."

"Still, you should have asked."

Lunch was over before it was taken any farther and nothing was said about it by either of us the next day. Two days later I got to the cafeteria and found Cookie and Jason sitting together at a table so to mollify Cookie than anything else when I walked up to the table I asked:

"Mind if I join you?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do" snarled Jason.

I looked over at Cookie and she just shrugged so I walked away. The next day I got there first, but when Cookie came through the line she was with Jason and when the paid the cashier she looked around and saw me and headed for my table. Jason took her by the arm and steered her to another table and she went without protest. They sat at a table not far from me and even though Cookie was sitting facing me she never once looked my way. 

That day when classes were over – for the first time in ages – I wasn't waiting outside the school to walk Cookie home. Around six the phone rang and my mom answered it and then said the call was for me.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Where were you after school? I waited and waited and you never showed up."

"I figured that you would probably be with Jason so I came straight home."

"Why would you think that?"

"Why wouldn't I? Think about it. I've got to go" and I hung up on her. Childish of me maybe, but what the hell; I wasn't a grown up yet and I was pissed.

The next day, even though I shared two morning classes with Cook I avoided her. I was at the cafeteria first and was at a table when Cook got there and she was alone. No Jason lurking by. She got her change from the cashier and came over to ma and said:

"Mind if I join you?"

"Why would I mind?"

"After being an asshole and hanging up on me yesterday I wasn't sure that you would want me here."

I motioned for her to sit and she put her tray down and took the chair opposite me.

"What is wrong with you Frank?"

"You and the way you have been these last few days."

"What do you mean by that?"

"The way you have been with Medved."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Sure you do. You rip me for being rude when I joined you at the table the other day when we have been sitting together since the start of high school. My place was at that table and I was not rude in taking my place. Did you say anything to Jason for the rude response I got when I followed your lead and politely asked if I could join you?" 

I could see from her face that she hadn't and I said, "I thought so. And yesterday when he steered you away from sitting with me did you protest? Did you say "I always sit with Frank" and again I could tell from her face that she hadn't.

"I've gone through the last four years thinking that you were my girl, but I guess that I was wrong."

"You are being silly Frank."

"I don't think so. If you were my girl you would have let Jason know. You would have told him that you always spent lunch period with me and then invited him to join us if he wanted. You know what bothered me most about yesterday? You sat in a chair that was facing me, but not did you look my way and meet my eyes and to me that said that you knew what you were doing wasn't right, but you did it anyway."

"Oh come on Frank; it isn't like we are going steady or anything."

"That isn't because I don't want to Cook; it is because your parents won't let you until you are sixteen. On your sixteenth birthday I had fully intended to ask you to go steady."

"You say that like you don't intend to any more."

I looked at my watch. "Got to run. Can't be late for Calc."

"You walking me home tonight?"

"If you want me to."

"I do."

That afternoon when I left school I saw Cookie standing and talking to Jason and I walked up to them and stood there waiting for their conversation to end so I could leave with Cookie. Jason turned to me and said:

"Beat it ass wipe. We're busy."

It wasn't cool of me; not in the least, but I dropped my book bag and punched Jason in the face with everything that I had and he dropped to his knees as blood flowed from his nose. I bent down, got my face inches from his and said:

"If you ever talk that way to me again I swear to God that I will beat the living hell out of you and you had best believe that!"

While that was going on Cook was saying, "Jesus Frank; are you going crazy? You had no call to do that. Why are you being a jerk?"

"I'm being a jerk? You were supposed to be waiting for me or did you forget that earlier today you asked me to walk you home after school? When I walk up this shithead calls me "Ass wipe" and tells me to beat it and I'm the jerk? I'm supposed to just smile and say "Excuse me" and leave? You remember your first day of school? I didn't put up with any crap then so why would you expect me to now?"

I turned to leave and Cookie said, "Where are you going?"

"Home."

"You aren't going to walk with me?"

"Why would you want to walk with a jerk? Tell you what. You go over there to Jason and tell him he was being a jerk when he said what he said and then we can walk home."

She looked from me to him and then back at me, but didn't move to do it. I turned and walked away and she didn't try to catch up with me.

Friday I again avoided Cookie during our morning classes and I was again first to the cafeteria. Cookie was with Jason when they came in and she never looked my way as she and Jason went to a table on the other side of the room. Needless to say I did not walk Cookie home from school.

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At dinner that night my dad asked me if I had any plans for Saturday and when I said no he told me not to make any.

"Your mother and I have decided to give you your Christmas present early so tomorrow we are going to hit some used car lots and see if we can't find something suitable for you."

I was stunned and didn't say anything and my dad went on, "It is going to cost you though. You will have to find a part time job so you can pay for your gas, oil and maintenance. I'll carry your insurance until you are eighteen, but after that you will have to pay it. Okay?"

"Wow, yeah, sure" was all I could get out.

The next day we found a 1965 Mustang that was in pretty decent shape. It only had a six cylinder engine in it and not the 289 that I would have liked, but maybe I could save up enough money for an engine change farther on down the line.

I spent most of Sunday washing and waxing the car and Monday I went to the school offices and got a parking permit for it. At lunch time I was in the cafeteria when Cookie came in. She looked around, saw me, and headed for my table, but just before she got there I got up and left. That afternoon I didn't wait around for Cookie after school and I have no idea of if she even looked for me when she got out.

When my dad got home from work he told me that the Mustang was insured so after dinner I took it out for its first spin with me behind the wheel (my dad drove it home from the car lot). I'd no sooner gotten home than the phone rang and my mom answered and then told me the call was for me. I took the phone from her and said:

"Hello?"

"Hi. It's me. Can we talk?"

"Isn't that what we are doing now?"

"No Frankie; I mean face to face."

"Why?"

"I don't like what is happening to us. I think we should talk about us."

"What's happened Cook is Jason. He seems to be at the bottom of everything we argue about lately."

"I can't help it that he is interested in me."

"No, but you could shut him down and you aren't doing that."

"Please Frankie; can we talk at lunch tomorrow?"

"I suppose."

"See you I school. Bye."

As I hung up the phone my mom said, "You and Cookie on the outs?"

"Sort of. Another guy is trying to cut in and she seems okay with it."

"You are still young Frankie and you will meet a hundred more girls by the time you get out of college. I know you really like Cookie and she is the only girl you've spent time with for the last four years, but you need to know what other girls are like."

That was true enough, but I didn't want to spend time with other girls. Cookie is the one I wanted and I'd known that since the day I met her.

The next day I was sitting at a table when Cookie came into the cafeteria. Jason was already there too and sitting at a table on the other side of the cafeteria. As Cookie left the cashier Jason called to her and waved her over to his table, but she turned and headed for me. I had to smile at the scowl on his face.

Cookie sat down and after the first bite of lunch she said, "What is going on between us Frankie? Why have you avoided me?"

"I told you that last night. Jason is what is going on between us. As far as you was concerned it was rude when I sat down with you that one time, but Jason wasn't rude when he told me I couldn't join you the next time. He of course had the right, but his tone and attitude were rude as hell, but that was alright with you. You called me a jerk when I punched him, but as far as you were concerned there wasn't anything wrong with him insulting me in the first place. In every case you chose Jason over me even to the extent of ignoring me the next day and having lunch with Jason instead of me.

"I don't own you Cook and I have no say in who you want to spend your time with, but if it isn't me don't blame me for staying away from you."

"There is nothing going on between me Jason and me, but yes, I have spent a little time with him. You have to realize Frank that you are the only boy I've had anything to do with since I moved here. When another boy shows interest in me I want to get to know him. It is only natural. Will you walk me home tonight?"

"No."

I saw her face change and I said, "I don't walk home anymore. I have a car now. So I'll drive you home."

She gave me a big smile and told me she would be waiting for me after school. She was outside waiting when I came out, but Jason was standing there with her. I transferred my book bag to my left hand to free up my right just in case Jason decided to start something like "ass wipe" again and then I walked up to them.

"Ready to go" I asked and before Jason could say a word Cookie said, "I'm ready. Let's go' and we walked off leaving Jason standing there.

On the rides home I told Cook that she was the first girl to get a ride in the car and she said, "And I'd better be the only one." I just smiled.

Wednesday was Cookie's birthday and it was also a repeat of Tuesday with me and Jason both being in the cafeteria when Cookie got there. Jason again tried to get her attention, but she came over and sat with me. He was again with her when I came out at the end of the day and she again immediately left with me.

I pulled over to the curb a block from her house and parked. I reached under the seat and brought out a gift wrapped box and a birthday card and handed them to her as I said, "Happy Birthday." She read the card and then unwrapped the present. When she opened the box she found a gold heart shaped locket on a golden chain. She put it on and then leaned over and kissed me.

"Thank you Frank. It is beautiful."

"You are sixteen today Cook so it is legal for me to ask you to go steady with me."

Her face changed and she said, "I really don't want to tie myself down Frank. Now that I can date I want to spend time with other guys. My mom says that I need to meet and date different guys so I'll have a better idea of what I'm looking for when it comes time to settle down."

"In other words no, you don't want to go steady with me."

"I'm sorry Frank, but I really don't want to go steady with any one right now."

I was disappointed, but I could understand what she was saying. Her mother told her the same thing that my mother told me and even though I had intended to ignore mine she wasn't going to ignore hers.

"Okay then, but don't forget you promised me your first date. So keep the 27th open for me."

"The 27th?"

"Yeah. You can only date on weekends and you've already told me that you are spending this weekend with your parents. The following weekend I'll be in Chicago for my grandparent's anniversary so October 27th is the day."

"Okay. I did promise."

She sat with me during lunch and I drove her home On Thursday and Friday. Both times we stopped short of her house and necked a little and I went home feeling pretty good. We weren't technically 'going steady' but we did have something going. At least I thought we did until Saturday evening.

+++++++++++++++++++

Three of my buds and I decided to meet downtown at the arcade. We were no sooner in the door when Reed said:

"You old dog you. Now I know why you wanted to come down here tonight."

"What?"

"Why didn't you tell us you were going to meet your girl here" and I looked in the direction he was looking and I saw Cookie. She was laughing and playing one of the pin ball machines. Standing right next to her and laughing along with her was Jason. So much for her promise that I would be her first date to say nothing of the fact she had lied to me about having plans to spend the weekend with her family.

I was debating my choices – confront her or just say "Fuck it" and leave when she turned and saw me. She smiled at me and then she noticed the look on my face. I saw her lose the smile as I opted for my second choice, turned and walked away. Fortunately we had come separately so I didn't have to worry about leaving Reed, Sam, and Dan stranded.

I almost got in trouble going home. I was so steamed that I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing until I hit a pothole and it shook the Mustang enough that I automatically looked at the gauges. I saw that I was twenty miles over the posted speed limit and I hit my brakes and slowed down to forty. Two blocks later I passed a police car parked on the other side of the road. If it hadn't been for that pot hole I would have been dead meat and my dad would have taken the Mustang away from me. I learned two lessons that night. Don't trust lying cunts and don't let your emotions control you.

Sunday morning I was helping my dad do yard work when my mom called out that I had a phone call. I went inside and she handed me the phone.

"Hello?" 

"Hi" Cookie said and I hung up on her and went back to helping my dad. That evening, around six, the phone rang and I answered it. "Hello?" "Please don't ha..." and I missed the rest of what Cookie was going to say because I hung up the phone.

I avoided Cookie during our two shared morning classes and when I went to the cafeteria at lunch time I saw her sitting with Jason. I found an empty table on the other side of the room and as I sat down I saw Cookie pick up her tray and head for me. Jason tried to catch her arm and stop her, but she ignored it. She reached my table and sat down, but before she could speak I said:




Frank and Cookie



"What happened to your sudden concern for manners? According to your attitude lately aren't you supposed to say "Mind if I join you" or something like that? Or is it just me that has to do it when you are with Jason?"

"What is wrong with you Frankie? Why are you behaving like you are?"

"As if you didn't know."

"I don't know Frankie; I don't have a clue."

"Did you not tell me that we couldn't date on the weekend because your parents had plans for you?"

"Yes."

"And did you not promise me that I would get your first date when your parents started to let you date?"

"Yes, but what has that got to do with the way you are acting?"

"You can't possibly be that stupid Cook. I walk into the arcade and what is the first thing I see? It wasn't you and your parents. It was you and Jason. So much for your first date promise."

I got up and walked away leaving my lunch and Cookie sitting there. When I got to the parking lot after school I found Cookie standing next to the car on the passenger's side. As I walked up she said: 

"We have to talk Frankie."

"No we don't."

"Okay then; I'll do the talking and all you have to do is listen. I was not on a date with Jason Saturday night. I was with my parents and if you had stuck around instead of tearing off in a snit you would have seen them. I can't help it that Jason was there. His dad and my dad work together and between the two of them they thought that it would be a great idea to get Jason and me together. I was surprised when I got to the arcade and found Jason there with his parents. It wasn't a date and I had nothing to do with it. It surprised both dads when they found out that Jason and I already knew each other.

"Because we knew each other it was only natural that we were around each other as we played the machines. He was not a date Frankie. Now don't you feel silly for acting the way you've been?"

"No I don't Cook. By now it should be crystal clear to you that I do not like the asshole, but every time I turn around I see you with him. You told me that you didn't want to go steady because you wanted to be able to date other guys, but the only guy I see you with is Jason. You know how pissed I was at seeing you with Jason on Saturday, but that didn't keep you from sitting with him in the cafeteria today."

"I can't help it that he just sits down with me."

"No? What happened to your new requirement that whoever joins you has to first ask politely if it is all right if they join you? Did he? And even if he did how hard would it have been for you to say "Sorry, but I'm waiting for Frank?" I have no right to be picking your friends for you or telling you who you can sit with, but you should be smart enough to know that if I see you with that asshole I'm not going to be coming around."

"You aren't being fair Frankie."

"Of course I am Cook. Life is about the choices you get to make. You know my feelings where Jason is concerned so if you choose to spend time with him you are at the same time choosing to not have me around. It is that simple."

She was silent for a bit and then she asked, "Are you going to give me a ride home?"

"Of course."

As soon as we were off the school grounds she slid over next to me, took my right arm and put it around her. It was a quiet ride until we got two blocks from her house and then she told me to pull over to the curb. As soon as I shut off the motor Cookie said:

"You are my best friend Frankie and I can bear to have you mean to me" and she kissed me. We made out for a bit and then I took her home.

Tuesday and Wednesday we had lunch together and I drove her home. We made out both times. Thursday Cookie and I went through the cafeteria line together and took a seat at a table. We had been there about three minutes when Jason walked up and said: 

"May I join you?"

I so wanted to tell him the same thing he had told me the time I'd attempted to join him and Cookie, but I really didn't want to deal with an upset Cookie so I just said:

"It's up to the lady."

Cookie already knew how I felt about Jason and it should have been crystal clear that I didn't want him there, but she said, "Of course you may" and he sat down. I was civil as we talked about the candidates running for class president and what a jerk Mr. Ames our Civics teacher was. When lunch period ended and we stood to leave Jason said, "Call you tonight?" and I saw Cookie throw a quick glance at me as she nodded her head yes. 

That nod and quick glance bothered me all afternoon, but I didn't say anything as I drove Cookie home. She gave me a look when I drove past our make out spot without stopping, but she didn't say anything. I dropped her at her house and said I'd call her as soon as I got back from Chicago.

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I didn't go to school on Friday because we had to be at the airport at two for our flight. As we were getting ready to leave the house we got a phone call that grandma had suffered at stroke and was in the hospital and the anniversary party had been cancelled. Mom decided that she still needed to go so dad drove her to the airport.

It was probably a little cold hearted of me since I did love my "Grams" but I thought that now I can call Cookie and we can have our date. I was going to call her as soon as she got out of school, but dad came home from the airport and had me help him do some things so it was just a bit after six before I could get on the phone. I called and the phone was answered by her mom.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mrs. Thacker, its Frankie."

"Oh hi Frankie. Are you in Chicago all ready? I thought you didn't leave until three."

"We didn't go. My grandma had a stroke and the party was called off so I'm still here. May I speak to Cookie?"

"She isn't here Frankie; she and Jason just left."

"Oh? Do you know when she will be back?"

"I've no idea Frankie. Her curfew is eleven and being that this is her first date I'd bet that she won't be home until one minute to eleven."

"Please tell her that I called."

"I will and Frankie? I'm sorry about your grandmother."

"Thank Mrs. Thacker."

I hung up the phone. So I was Cookie's best friend and she couldn't bear to have me mad at her? Well I guess she was just going to have to learn how to bear it.

++++++++++++++++

Apparently her mom gave her my message because she called me at noon the next day. As son as I heard her voice I hung up the phone. She called twice more on Saturday and three times on Sunday and each time I hung up as soon as I heard her voice.

Monday I wouldn't even look at her during our morning classes and when she tried to catch me between classes I literally ran from her. I didn't go to the cafeteria at lunch time and instead I sat in my car out in the parking lot. After my last class I ran for my car so I could avoid having Cookie standing there waiting for me, but it did no good. She was there when I got there. As I walked up she said:

"Why are you being so mean Frankie? Talk to me."

"Why? So you can tell me more of your damn lies?"

I unlocked the car door and as I was getting in she said, "Please Frankie, don't be tha...." and I think I shocked the both of us when I snarled:

"Just shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear another word out of your goddamned lying mouth."

Her face went pale at my outburst since I had never, in all the time I'd known her, used profanity in her presence. I started the car and drove off leaving her standing there.

From that day forward whenever I saw Cookie she was with Jason and it was only one week after my blow up that I heard that Cookie and Jason were going steady. I chalked it up as another lie she'd told me.

Several times over the rest of the school year Cookie tried to talk tome, but I hung up when she phoned or walked away if she came up to me. She sent me a card on my eighteenth birthday, but I threw it away unopened. 

I did get some childish satisfaction out of the situation.

I ran across Jason in the park where I went to run in the mornings. He unwisely sneered at me and told me that I was a loser who couldn't even hang onto to his girl. I told him I was well rid of the lying cunt.

"You can't call my girl that."

"I just did asshole. Want to hear it again? You're welcome to the lying cunt."

He swung at me and I beat the snot out of him. It was seen by a couple of kids from the school, but they hadn't heard what had been said and had assumed that I'd busted his ass because he had stolen Cookie from me. The word went around that you shouldn't mention Cookie or Jason around me.

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With Cookie out of my life I looked around and noticed a bunch of girls that I wouldn't mind dating. Getting dates was easy since I was one of the few guys in our class that had a car and I rarely had a weekend that I didn't have something going. My part time job at Burger Barn did get in the way some, but I did have to work to earn the money that kept the car going.

The thing was that every time I took my date somewhere Cookie and Jason would be there or would get there shortly after we got there. Jason made sure to keep the width of the room between us and Cookie would have a look on her face that fairly screamed out "What are you doing with HER?" It almost seemed like she was jealous.

By the middle of the eleventh grade I had settled into a steady relationship with Pauline French and every time Pauline and I ran across Jason and Cookie Pauline would get nasty looks from Cookie. I thought it was funny. Pauline said it was because Cookie wanted me and I had to laugh at that.

"She had me and she dropped me for the asshole she is with."

"I think she regrets it."

"Tough shit. She made promises and she broke them and she lied to me."

Pauline shrugged and said, "Her loss and my gain."

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Just before Christmas I got some good news. Jason's dad got transferred and Jason ended up having to move. It was good news to me not because it meant that Cookie was now free to date, but because it meant that with all of the holiday activities coming up her steady boyfriend was gone. She could probably scare up some dates, but it wouldn't be the same.

The day after Christmas I ran into Cookie's mom at Wal-Mart and she asked me why I never came around any more.

"You and Cook were always so close and then overnight you were gone."

"Unfortunately she made me a promise and then broke it and then to add insult to injury she lied to me and that ended it for us."

"She did what?"

I told her the story and she looked shocked. "My Cookie did that?

"Yes she did."

"I'm so sorry Frankie; I thought I'd raised her better than that."

The next day when I got home from my shift at the Burger Barn I found Cookie sitting on the front porch steps. As I came up the walk she said:

"Why did tell my mother what you did?"

"Because she asked me why I didn't come around anymore and since I'm not a liar like some people I know I told her. What's the matter? You don't like people knowing that you are a lying bitch?"

"When did I lie to you?"

"The day I asked you to go steady was one of them. You told me that you weren't going to go steady because your mother wanted you to date other guys to see what they would be like and yet not two weeks after telling me that you were going steady with Jason. 

"I guess another lie was your promise to me that I would be your first date. You knew you were going to go out with Jason when I was supposed to be in Chicago. You think I didn't catch it when he said "Call you tonight" and you nodded your head yes when we had lunch that last day? You had already set it up and to hell with your promise to me. So fuck you Miss Thacker; just keep your lying ass away from me" and I walked by her and into the house.

Ten minutes later my mom came into my room. "Why is Cookie sitting on the front steps crying?"

"Don't know and I don't care."

"No Frankie; that won't do. It obviously has something to do with you so what is it?"

I explained it to my mom the same as I had explained it to Cookie's mom and then my mom said:

"You go out there and apologize Frankie. She was wrong, but she is still a young teenager and still hasn't grown up and learned how to handle life. You are the same. You need to learn that life isn't always fair and people make mistakes. You have to learn to deal with those mistakes without anger dictating what you do. You and Cookie have been friends way too long for you to treat her the way you have."

"But she lied to me. She broke her promise."

"Just because you feel that strongly about her doesn't mean that she has the same strong feelings for you. You have to accept that she may only have ever viewed you as a friend and not a boyfriend. It happens to all of us Frankie. When I was in high school I fell madly in love half a dozen times and none of them lasted. I went through a dozen boyfriends before I met your father. You and Cookie had a great friendship. Too great of a friendship to let it be ruined by a case of puppy love. Now go out there and mend some fences."

I got up and went downstairs and out onto the porch, but Cookie was gone. I spent the rest of the week thinking about what my mother had said. During the same period I attended a couple of holiday parties with Pauline and we never ran across Cookie.

One party brought about a milestone in my life. The loss of my virginity. Pauline's eighteenth birthday was on December thirty-first and as we danced at a New Year's Eve party she whispered in my ear:

"When we leave here tonight we are going to usher the New Year in in style. Can you afford a motel room?"

It just so happened that I could.

We were both virgins, but some things come natural to you. There was a lot of foreplay before we settled into the missionary position and I do have to say that even though my first time was embarrassingly quick it was still wonderful. The second time took a little longer and the third time seemed to go on forever and I didn't want it to end. 

Pauline said she wanted to see what having her pussy eaten would be like so I got down there and went after it. I had no clue as to what to do, but Pauline directed me. If it felt good she said to keep on doing it and if I did something that didn't feel right she told me. After a while she pushed me away and said that it was my turn. She had never given a blow job and I'd never had one so it was more uncharted territory for us. It was great except for at one point she used her teeth and got an "Ouch" from me and after that she was careful not to use teeth. I loved being in her mouth and I told her she could do it to me any time she wanted and she told me that I could munch on her beaver any time I wanted to.

By six in the morning we had made love four times and done oral on each other twice. I left that motel one very happy camper.

After that night Pauline and I managed to do it on the average of three times a week and it would have been more if it wasn't for my job at the Burger Barn or her job at the Dairy Queen.

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The first day of school following the holiday break I entered the cafeteria at lunch time and I spotted Cookie sitting alone. I walked over and sat down. She looked up and started to say something, but I cut her off.

"No, I'm not going to ask if I may join you. I'm only here long enough to ask you if you would like a ride home from school. We need to clear the air between us. If you are at the car when I get out of class I'll know you want to talk. Now if you will excuse me Pauline is waiting for me."

I got up and went over to sit with Pauline who quite naturally wanted to know what I'd been doing at Cookie's table. I told her and she asked:

"Am I going to end up having to fight for you?"

"Not hardly. You have me for as long as you want me."

"Good."

Pauline's last class ended an hour before mine and she was supposed to spend the last hour of the school day in study hall, but she usually skipped it and went in early for her shift at the DQ so I didn't have to worry about her and Cookie together at the car although I did kind of wonder at how that would have gone.

Cookie was waiting at the car when I got there. As we pulled out of the parking lot I just flat out asked Cookie why she had done to me what she did and she told me that she hadn't meant to do it.

"I didn't lie to you when I told you I wasn't ready to go steady. I meant it at the time and if it wasn't for Jason I would have dated other guys, but when I met Jason I felt a spark and it just went from there."

"And your promise to me?"

"I'm really sorry about that Frankie, but I was between a rock and a hard place. Jason was my guy and he wanted my first date. I know it wasn't honest of me, but I thought with you being out of town I could go out with Jason and you would never know and then I could go out with you when you came back and you would have thought I'd kept my promise. I know it wasn't right Frankie, but I felt that strongly about Jason. I never meant to hurt you Frankie; honest to God I never meant to hurt you. You have been my best friend forever and it has been killing me that you won't have anything to do with me."

I was silent for a bit and then I said, "You have never seen me as a boyfriend have you?"

"No Frankie I didn't. I suppose that if Jason hadn't come along or I'd never felt that spark with anyone else I dated that you and I would probably have ended up a couple, but I don't really know."

I told her what my mother had said "And I guess she was right. We have been friends forever and I guess I can't hold it against you that you didn't have the feelings for me that I had for you."

"Does this mean that we can be friends again?"

"Yes, I guess it does" I said as I pulled up in front of her house. She slid over next to me and gave me a hug and a kiss and said, "Thank you Frankie, thank you."

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The rest of our senior year slid by and I saw Cookie often and gave her rides home from school on days when Pauline skipped study hall and went into work early. Pauline and I even double dated a time or two with Cookie and whoever her boyfriend of the moment was.

One day, a month before graduation, Pauline asked, "You going to try and get something going with Cookie when I leave for college?"

"You tossing me back into the dating pool?"

"Just being realistic Frankie. I'm going to be fifteen hundred miles away and I probably won't come home except on holiday breaks and summer vacations."

"No problem babe; I can wait."

"Maybe you can sweetie, but I won't. I'll date when I'm there and if the right guy comes along I'll probably give it up. Face it sweetie; I like it too much to go without. If you are unattached when I do come home we can get together. When I graduate and come home maybe we can pick up where we leave off. The thing is I don't want you sitting here waiting faithfully for me. Date, have a good time and try to get laid because that is pretty much what I'll be doing."

That was a bit of a blow because I thought Pauline and I had a bit more going for us than it seemed. Pauline knew I was disappointed and she did her best to bring my spirits up by fucking me half to death until she left for school.

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Cookie and I were staying at home and attending the local community college with the idea of transferring to a four year school down the line. We shared some of the introductory classes like Introduction to Computers and English Composition 101, but we had different majors so we didn't have all that many classes together. We did see each other almost every day at school and occasionally we found ourselves in the school cafeteria at lunch time and when that happened we sat together.

For the first few months I was in a bit of a funk knowing what Pauline was probably doing while she was at school, but I eventually shook it off and started dating. It was easier now that I was working part time at my Uncle Mike's Just Brakes franchise and didn't have to work evening anymore. The money was better too.




Frank and Cookie



I felt a little guilty the first time I took one of my dates to bed. It was like I was cheating on Pauline, but it didn't take me long to reason it out. Pauline had no doubt started within a month of getting to school so I really wasn't being unfaithful to her but still, the first couple of times I didn't feel right about it.

When I did start dating I would occasionally run across Cookie and her date of the evening and I noticed that she was never with the same guy twice. I chalked it up to her still pining away for Jason and not being able to come up with a guy who gave her the same feelings he did.

I did hook up with a couple of girls that I had short term relationships with, but no one who even came close enough for me to consider a long term relationship with.

Pauline did come home for the holidays and she called me the day she got home and I guess you could say that we picked up where we left off. Our first evening together was supposed to be dinner and a movie, but as soon as she got in the car she slid over next to me and reached for my zipper as she said:

"To hell with dinner baby. Take me somewhere and fuck my socks off."

That set the pattern for the next week, but even though I was loving all the sex something didn't feel right. Something was different. I'm not the swiftest guy in the world, but I finally figured it out. The day after Christmas as we were showering after a sex filled five hours in room 127 of the Marlowe Ave Motel 6 I said:

"You found someone at school didn't you? Someone special?"

She looked away from me and said, "Yes."

"Then why aren't you with him right now instead of being here with me?"

She was silent for a few seconds and then she said, "Because I promised you that if you were unattached when I came home we would get together and I know how you feel about promises. Besides, I always keep my promises."

"That's dumb Pauline. You didn't promise me anything. As I remember it all you said was that if I didn't have anything going we could get together. That wasn't a promise. If you have strong feelings for the guy you need to get the hell out of here and spend the rest of the holidays with him."

"You don't want me any more?"

"Of course I want you, but the important thing here is that you don't really want me. You want him. You need to understand that I stopped thinking of us having a life together when you told me what you would be doing while you were away. All we are now Pauline is friends with benefits. I'll take it as long as you want to give it to me, but if you have found a guy that you feel strongly about you need to be with him."

She called me that evening and told me she had called him and he had invited her to come and stay with him.

"I'm going honey, but I'm always going to have a place in my heart for you."

I wished her well and then I thought about how I had managed to screw myself up. Pauline was gone and so was my date for the New Year's Eve party at Jeff's.

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I was having lunch at Denny's when Cookie walked in. The place was full so I waved her over to join me. We chatted while we ate and Jeff's party came up in the conversation. I mentioned that since Pauline and I had broken up I wouldn't be going.

"Why not?"

"Because those kinds of parties are couples affairs and singles don't really fit in."

"What you are saying is that you would be going if you had a date."

"Pretty much, but this close to the party finding a date would be near impossible. I have what? Seven hours to come up with a date?"

"No problem. What time do you want to pick me up?"

"Pick you up?"

"I don't have a date and I was going to go to the party and I was going to go single. You said you would go if you had a date so what time do you want me ready?"

It was the first time I had ever danced with Cookie and I was surprised at how well she fit into my arms and how easy we moved together. We had a good time, but the biggest surprise came when the count down to midnight began. I expected a quick peck on the lips to honor the tradition, but on the stroke of midnight Cookie grabbed the back of my head and gave me a kiss that left me weak in the knees. When we broke the kiss I looked at her in astonishment and she said:

"We'll talk later on the way home."

The party broke up at three and as I pulled away from the curb Cookie said:

"You have always been my best friend Frankie. We have always been close. Close enough that I can ask you for a big favor. A really, really big favor."

"What?"

"Will you make love to me tonight?"

I couldn't have been anymore stunned if she asked me to help her rob a bank. I sat there with both hands on the wheel staring forward at the road we were travelling. I couldn't think of a thing to say.

"What's wrong Frankie? Why won't you talk to me?"

"You caught me by surprise Cook. I don't know what to say."

"Just say yes Frankie. Please?"

"What is going on here Cook?"

"I like sex Frankie. Actually I love it, but I haven't been laid since Jason left. I've dated a lot, but I never liked any of them enough to do more than some heavy make out sessions. You're my best friend Frankie. Help me out please?"

It was unreal. For years I had thought of her as 'my girl' only to find out that she didn't have the same feelings for me. Now, after I'd adjusted to being just her friend in a big brotherly sort of way, she was offering me her body. Part of me wanted to say no just out of spite, but even as I had that thought the larger part of me was saying, "You have always wanted her so you damned well better say yes."

I had a few bucks in my pocket so hung a left on Mayhew and headed for motel row on the outskirts of town. Cookie was taking off her clothes before I even had the door closed. I thought Pauline was hot, but Cookie made Pauline look like a total beginner. Cookie had said that she loved sex and she spent all night proving it. She did it all. She even wanted anal which was something that I had never done before. She had my cock in her mouth trying in vain to get me up again when I drifted off to sleep.

And that was the start of it.

As we drove away from the motel in the morning Cook said, "I have a family thing to do tonight, but I'm free tomorrow. From then on it was sex two or three times a week. We had making love for over a month before we went out on an actual date. By the middle of the year we were considered a couple and by the time the next New Year's Eve party I was thinking of buying a ring and proposing. As it turned out I never did get to actually propose.

It was on New Year's Day – one year to the day since our first time – when she hit me with it.

"We have a problem Frankie."

"What?"

"I'm pregnant."

"How? I mean I know how, but I thought you were on the pill."

"I am, but remember that cold I had back in November? The antibiotics I took messed up my system and apparently negated the birth control pills. What are we going to do?"

"We have to get married."

"How can we do that? We can't afford it."

"I'll have to quit school and go full time at Uncle Mike's. We can make it. Others have done it on less."

"God Frankie, what am I going to tell my parents?"

"The truth Cook. It isn't something you can hide, at least not for more than a couple of months."

"I didn't want this Frankie. God knows I didn't want this."

"But we got it Cook and now we have to live with it."

Our parents took it surprisingly well. My parents surprised me with something that I had never known. They had gotten married for the same reason I was marrying Cookie. My dad did say:

"This is one case where I wish it wasn't a "like father, like son" situation, but what is is."

According to Cookie her dad just shrugged when he got the news and her mother told her that she felt guilty over not warning Cookie about the effects that some medications had on birth control pills.

The ceremony was a civil one with just a few friends and family in attendance. Our parents got together and for a wedding present they paid for a one year lease on an apartment and gave us enough furniture for it. I went full time for Uncle Mike and we settled into married life.

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Being pregnant seemed to make Cookie horny all the time and since we now lived together instead of just dating our sex life moved up from two or three times a week to five and six and that frequency held right up to two weeks before Frank junior arrived on the scene. When JR, which is what we called Franklin Michael Malone junior, was six months old Cookie's mom took over as babysitter and Cookie found a job as a secretary at a real estate office and we started saving money for a down payment on a house.

A couple of years went by and we were finally able to come up with the down payment on a house we could afford and we moved in. The only other thing of note (as related to my life anyway) was that we were invited to Pauline's wedding and then I got to be her wingman/babysitter when she went out and got drunk following her divorce when she caught him cheating. We stayed good friends and surprisingly Cookie showed no jealousy over the fact that I was so close to an ex-girlfriend.

Pauline had gotten a real estate license and was working for the same agency that Cookie worked for and Pauline was helping Cookie study for taking the licensing exam so Cook could get her license.

Cook and I had been married a little over five years when life got complicated. Uncle Mike bought a Jiffy Lube franchise and since it was taking up a lot of his time he made me the manager of the brake franchise. After six months he decided that he really couldn't handle them both so he made me an offer. He would lease the brake franchise to me with an option to buy and the lease payments would go toward the purchase. For me it was a no brainer and I jumped at it.

The thing that I hadn't noticed while working for Uncle Mike was the amount of time he had to spend on the business and my hours became longer. I had to get there early to open, stay late to close and then take care of the paperwork generated during the day. Some nights I was there two or three hours after closing just taking care of the payroll, filing tax reports for city, county, state and the federal government. Just making sure payroll taxes got paid on time and were accurate took a chunk of time.

About the same time I noticed a change in Cookie. She would go through periods of being happy and then sad. She would get 'snappish' with me and then a day later she would apologize. I put it down to the pressure of being a fulltime secretary and trying to be more than a part time mom with out me being there to help as much as I had before I took over the brake shop. It went on for over three months before I found out what was happening.

Pauline had brought her car in for some brake work and while she was waiting we decided to go to lunch. We talked as we ate and we were almost finished when Pauline asked how things were going with me and Cookie. 

"Great. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. I know how hung up she used to be on Jason. I just wondered if it had any effect on your marriage."

"Why should it?"

I saw a funny look come over her face and she said, "No reason. No reason at all."

"Don't give me that sweetie; I know you too well. You have something that you just decided to keep from me. What is it?"

"I just wondered how the two of you were getting along now that she is seeing Jason."

"Cookie is seeing Jason? I didn't even know he was back in town."

"He isn't. The company he works for has an office here and he comes to town for a couple of days every two or three weeks. When he is here he calls her and they have lunch."

"That's it? They have lunch together?"

"I don't know what she does when she is gone, but some of those lunches are pretty long ones. You really didn't know she was seeing him?"

"Didn't have a clue."

"I hope I didn't just make problems for you."

"I hope you didn't either, but things aren't sounding too good. How long has it been going on?"

"Two or three months."

"Two or three months and Cookie has never mentioned him at all during that time? No sweetie; things are definitely not sounding good."

I asked Pauline to call me the next time Jason was going to be in town and she said that she would.

That afternoon as I sat in the office reviewing the time sheets it occurred to me that Cookie's mood swings could be because she was seeing Jason. Her 'happy' periods were when he was in town and her 'down' periods and irritable times were between his visits. I never would have thought that Cookie would cheat on me, but what else could her failure to tell me about Jason's visits mean? If they were just innocent lunch dates with an old friend why would she hide them from me? And of course the big question – what was I going to do about it?

It was two weeks before I got the call from Pauline, but I really didn't need it. I got home from work to find a very happy Cookie and I guessed that it meant she had either seen Jason that day or had at least gotten a call from him telling her that he was coming to town.

Pauline verified it the next day when she called me at work.

"I was out showing a house and I didn't know Jason was here until I got back to the office. I got there just as Jason dropped her off. Then I had a couple come in about a house and I forgot to call you until this morning."

"What time does Cook usually leave for lunch?"

"Between eleven-thirty and twelve."

"Thanks for the call sweetie. I owe you one."

"Careful lover; I just might call in the debt."

I laughed and said goodbye. I couldn't afford a private detective so it was going to have to be a 'do it yourself' thing. I called Harry into the office and told him he was in charge until I got back and then I headed for the real estate office. At eleven-fifteen I was parked just up the street where I could see the front and side door and parking lot and I settled in to wait. 

At eleven-thirty Cookie came out the front door, looked both ways and then moved up to the curb and stood there. A minute or so later a Ford Focus pulled up and Cookie got in. She slid over and kissed the driver and the car pulled away. I followed along behind them and pulled to the curb and parked when they pulled into the parking lot at Antonio's. It was Jason who got out on the driver's side and he and Cookie entered the restaurant hand in hand. Forty minutes later they came out, got in the car and then sat and necked for about twenty minutes and then he drove her back to work.

That night Cookie was in a great mood which of course did not put me in a good mood. One of the things about Cookie's good moods was that she never – NEVER – wanted to make love when she was in one. She always had an excuse why she couldn't on that night, but she always did promise to make it up to me and she usually did. I guess she thought she would be cheating on Jason if she had sex with me when he was in town. Either that or she couldn't stand to have me touch her after she'd spent time with him.

I slept fitfully that night as I spent some time wondering about the situation and what I ought to do. My restless night was apparently noticeable as Cookie mentioned it in the morning.

"You didn't seem to sleep well last night. Something bothering you?"

"Yeah, I guess there is."

"Any thing I can help you with?"

I couldn't have asked for a better opening, but I didn't take it. I wanted to know more about her meetings with Jason before I confronted her. At eleven-twenty I was again parked where I could watch the real estate office. Cook came out at eleven-thirty on the dot and less than a minute later Jason pulled up and she got in the car and she leaned over and kissed him. I followed them to a Denny's and the entire thing was a repeat of the day before only this time they necked for over a half hour before Jason drove her back to work.

I went back to work and again spent the afternoon thinking about what was going on. They didn't appear to be having sex, but they could have been. I'd only followed them for two days and they had been meeting for three months and who knows what they did on all the times I never knew about. She was always home when I got there so unless it was on nights I stayed late to do paperwork they weren't meeting after Cook got off work. I remembered what Pauline said about the fact that some of their lunch meetings being long ones. I needed to know more before I got on her about it.

I loved the dumb bitch and I was happy with my marriage and my family and if I didn't handle it right I could screw things up pretty bad. If things weren't all ready too bad. I mean why was she seeing him? What did they talk about? Was she thinking of leaving me for him? Was my marriage all ready in the toilet and I just didn't know it yet? I'd just about made up my mind to let things ride and wait and see what she did the next day or maybe on Jason's next trip when Cookie brought things to a head.

She was in another of her happy moods and over dinner she told me that she would be late the next evening.

"I'm stopping after work with the girls from the office for a girl's night out. I won't be too late, but you will have to handle dinner for you and JR."

A little bell rang in the back of my head. Cookie had never before stopped after work with the girls from the office. While Cookie was doing the dishes I went into the bedroom that I had turned into a home office and den and I called Pauline and asked her about the planned girl's night out.

"What girl's night out? I don't know anything about it."

I told her about what Cookie had told me and Pauline said, "The girls have never stopped for drinks after work and if they were going to start I'd be one of the fist ones to know. In fact I tried to arrange one a couple of months ago and no one was interested."

There was a slight pause and then "Oh shit! Jason's in town."

"Exactly."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet, but I could very well end up divorced."

"Oh goodie!"

"Oh goodie?"

"Divorced puts you back in circulation. I fucked up once and let you get away and I've regretted it ever since. I'd love another shot."

As I hung up the phone I was already thinking of how I was going to handle it.

When we went to bed Cookie wanted to play and I had to wonder about that. She usually wouldn't have anything to do with me on the days she spent with Jason, but she was going to fuck me and then go to him the next day? I didn't understand it, but understand it or not Cookie was offering and it could very well be the last time for us so I was going to take it. It was an exhausting night as we made love three times and as I drifted off to sleep I wondered if we would be sharing the same bed after the next day.

Over breakfast the next day Cookie reminded me of her girl's night out and that she would be late.

"Just make sure in your mind that your night out is worth the price you will have to pay for it."

"What on earth do you mean by that?"

"What I mean is that your husband is not the dumb clueless doofus you apparently think he is. I know a lot more about things than you think I do so like I just said, make sure that your girls night out is worth the price that you will pay for it."

"I don't have a clue as to what you are talking about."

"You have all day to think about it. Maybe by quitting time you will have figured it out. Then again maybe you have all ready figured it out and you are willing to pay the price." I got up as I said, "Got to get going or I'll be late in opening the shop. See you tonight. Or not."

I left the house to Cookie's "Come back here Frank! You can't just..." and the closing door cut off the rest.




Frank and Cookie



I was just up the street from her office when she came out at lunch time. She got in her car and drove to the Burger King and went through the drive thru and then drove back to her office.

I went back to work and spent most of the afternoon wondering about how the evening was going to go. I'd made up my mind that if Cookie went on her girl's night out we were done. She would come home and find all of her things in the spare bedroom; the bedroom that was supposed to be for our next child. The one we wouldn't be having.

I let everyone go and closed the shop a half hour early and drove over to the mothers to pick up JR and then drove home. Cookie wasn't there, but I hadn't expected her to be since I was home early. If she did come straight home she wouldn't get there for another half hour. I parked JR in front of the TV to watch Sponge Bob Square Pants while I started dinner. I worked with one eye on the clock and when Cookie wasn't home a half hour after her usual time I fed JR and then started moving Cookie's things out of our bedroom and into the spare bedroom.

I was carrying an arm full of dresses out of our bedroom when Cookie came up the stairs and saw me. I hadn't heard her come in the house. She saw that my hands were full of her clothes and she asked:

"What are you doing Frank?"

"Moving you out of our bedroom" I said as I walked across the hall and dropped the dresses on the bed. "Since you are home now I'll let you hang them up while I finish moving the rest of your stuff."

"What is wrong with you Frank? Are you out of your mind? First there was all that nonsense this morning and now this?"

I looked at my watch and saw that it was five after nine so I said, "You got off work four hours ago Cook; where have you been?"

"I told you that I was stopping after work with the girls."

"And I told you to make sure that you were willing to pay the price if you went. The price is the end of our marriage. You will be staying in the spare bedroom until I can work out the finances for one of us moving out and into an apartment. I'll be seeing an attorney in the next day or so and get the divorce paperwork started."

"Are you fucking insane?!!! A divorce over me stopping for drinks after work?"

"Come off of it Cook. I told you this morning that I knew a lot more than you thought I did. I know about your seeing Jason for the last six months (Pauline said two or three but I was going for shock value) and I know for a fact that there was no girl's night out tonight with the girls who work in your office. What you did tonight was meet Jason after work and I can guess what you did with him for four hours. Face it Cook; you are busted.

"I gave you a chance to hang on to your marriage this morning when I said what I said. You should have been smart enough to figure out that I knew what was going on from the things I said. It isn't all bad though. In six months or so you will be free and you and Jason won't have to sneak around. Hell, now that you are busted and we are through you don't have to wait six months. In fact, why don't you go call the asshole and tell him to come pick you up? You can spend the night with him and not have to sleep in the spare bedroom. But I will tell you one thing. If he ever sets foot in this house I won't be responsible for what I do to the both of you."

I left her standing there as I went back to what used to be our bedroom for another load of her stuff. When I got back to the spare bedroom she was sitting on the bed and she looked up as I came into the room.

"We have to talk about this Frank."

"The time for talking is long past Cookie. The time to talk was six months ago. It should have started with a "Guess who is back in town" but I never got that did I? Instead you have been seeing him behind my back. No matter. It is over now so you just go and do whatever."

I went downstairs and pulled JR away from the electronic babysitter and told him it was time to get ready for bed. Cookie was still sitting on the bed in the spare room when we walked by it on the way to JR's room.

"Why is mommy crying?"

"She got some bad news tonight and I guess it has upset her."

I got him put down for the night and headed back to my bedroom. Cookie had moved from the spare room into what had been our bedroom and was sitting on the bed. She looked up as I came into the room.

"We have to talk Frank. I didn't do anything wrong. It isn't what you think. You have to listen to me."

"Why should I listen to you Cook? All you are going to do is lie to me." 

"No I won't. Honest Frank; I didn't do anything wrong."

"See Cook? There's your first lie right there."

"No it isn't Frank. All I've done is have lunch with Jason a couple of times and I had dinner with him tonight. I never told you about Jason coming back to town because I knew how much you disliked him. I wanted to see him, but I didn't want to cause problems between you and me so I didn't say anything. Okay, so maybe it was wrong of me to do that, bur Jason and I haven't done anything wrong. I swear to you Frank, nothing happened between us. I haven't done anything wrong."

"No? Well all I can say is that your definition of wrong is a lot different than mine. To me a wife kissing another man is wrong. To me a wife making out with another man is wrong. To me a wife lying to her husband is wrong and you have done all of those things Cook. And those are just the things I know about. God only knows what you have done that I don't know about."

"But I...."

"Get off of it Cook. I told you that I know more than you think I know." 

I decided to keep Pauline out of it because I might need her to play spy again so I said, "I was in town at the bank seeing about a larger line of credit and I decided to stop by your office and take you to lunch. I got there just in time to see you get in a car with Jason and slide over next to him and kiss him. It was on the mouth Cook; not a good friend peck on the cheek, but on the mouth and you didn't break it off in any hurry either. I followed you to Antonio's and I was watching when you came out, got in the car and made out like a couple of teenagers for the next half hour. I didn't see what your hands were doing below window level, but I have a pretty good imagination.

"Being the curious guy that I am I was back yesterday to see what you might be up to and I'm sure that you can remember just what I got to see and after seeing that I'm pretty sure you can figure out what I think you did tonight. All of that adds up to "wrong" in my book Cookie. You can say you did nothing wrong until you are blue in the face, but again, what you consider wrong and what I consider wrong have nothing in common so if you don't mind get on over to your room because I need to get to bed." 

"This is my room too. I belong in here with you."

"I don't see it that way. I don't want to touch you or have you touch me after what you have been doing with Jason."

"Bullshit Frank. You made love to me last night after seeing me with Jason at lunch."

"True, but all you did was neck at lunch. I suspect that you did a lot more than that tonight."

"Damn it Frank; I told you that it was just dinner."

"True Cook, that is what you told me, but I don't trust you anymore so I am not going to waste any of my time believing anything that you say. Now lave the room so I can go to bed."

"No Frank, this is my room too and I'm staying."

I grabbed her, picked her up and carried her across the hall to the spare bedroom and tossed her on the bed. I went back to my room and pushed the dresser over to block the door and then I went to bed and tried to fall asleep. It was hard to do until Cookie stopped beating on the door demanding to be let in. Eventually she did stop and I fell asleep.

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In the morning she was sitting at the table in the kitchen when I came down. She looked like she had been crying all night. JR was sitting there eating his cereal so nothing was said between me and Cookie regarding our new circumstances. I poured myself a cup of coffee and toasted a bagel and then sat down and talked with JR about what he would be doing in school that day. Then I poured myself a cup to go and headed off to work.

It was a busy morning in the shop and it was almost noon before I had a chance to sit down with the Yellow Pages and scan the listings for divorce attorneys. I was looking for one close to the shop and there were a couple. I was wondering if I should ask around for some recommendations (since I did know several divorced guys) when the phone rang. It was Cookie.

"I made arrangements for mom to keep JR overnight. We need to sit down and talk things over Frank. I taking off early from work and I'll have dinner ready when you get here. We can eat and then talk without being interrupted or having to worry about what JR hears."

"What would be the point Cook? I'm pretty sure I made my position clear last night. Also there is the fact that I'm not likely to believe anything that you say."

"It won't kill you to talk with me Frank. I'll see you tonight" and she hung up.

I put the pone down, stared at it for a couple of seconds and then went back to making my list. I looked at he finished list and decided to ask my divorced friends about the names on the list.

Dinner was waiting when I got home and Cookie even had a chilled Cabernet on the table. We ate in silence and then Cookie cleared the table and put the dishes in the dish washer. She sat down, took a sip of her wine and said:

"I love you Frank. Don't ever doubt that. I don't want a divorce. I belong with you."

"Then why were you doing what you were doing with Jason?"

"I had a special relationship with Jason. At one time he meant the world to me and I fully expected that I would spend my life with him. Circumstances split us apart and for one reason or another we were never able to connect again. You and I also had a special relationship and I cared for you deeply, but even though I did love you it wasn't a love as deep as the love I had for Jason.

"I'm not sure that we would have ever gotten married if it wasn't for JR, but JR happened and we did get married. In the years that followed I began to realize what a treasure I had in you and I came to love you as deeply as I had loved Jason. Three months ago, and it was only three months ago and not the six that you said, Jason called me and asked me to have lunch with me and I did. We talked about what happened in the past and brought each other up to date with our lives. I enjoyed myself so I said yes when he asked me to have lunch with him the next day. I did and I enjoyed his company.

"He told me about his wife and his twin girls and I told him about you and JR. He left and then three weeks later he was back in town and he called me again and asked me to have lunch with him. This set a pattern. He would come to town every two or three weeks and he would call me and ask me to have lunch with him and I always said yes. I never told you about it because of your past history with Jason and all I could see was trouble if you knew. All that it was was two old friends getting together for lunch once in a while. After the second time I kissed him on the cheek the same as I usually do with old friends. You've seen me do it. 

"Anyway, the third time I went to kiss him on the cheek he turned his head so that I hit his mouth and he grabbed my head and held it as he gave me tongue. When he let me go he said he missed me terribly and that everything was wrong. It should be me he was married to. Then he said that he knew I felt the same and he asked me to come up to his room in the hotel. What was your favorite term for him back in high school? Asshole? Well that is just what he is; an asshole. A wife and two kids at home and he was trying to get me to go to bed with him. I realized if things had gone differently I would be married to him and the asshole would be out cheating on me.

"I was pissed. He missed me terribly? Then why no phone calls or letters after he moved. Why no attempt to contact me at all? And he had such a poor opinion of me that he thought I'd leap at the chance to cheat on my husband with him. I decided to fuck with him. I decided to lead him on and make him think I would eventually do it. I would go just far enough that he thought he was going to score and then back off. The make out sessions got a little hotter each time and he was sure that he was going to get me. He told me he would leave his wife and that we could be together like it was always meant to be.

"When I agreed to have dinner with him he thought for sure that I was going to end up in his room before the evening was over. I told him that you were out of town for two days and that my mom had JR and was keeping him overnight. I could see that in his mind he was already undressing me and planning on me spending the night. Halfway through dinner I got up to use the bathroom and while in there I called my mom and told her that I was in a meeting I wanted to get out of and I asked her to call me in twenty minutes. When she called I pretended the call was about something that happened to JR and that I had to leave. I could tell he was pissed that his prize for the evening had gotten away from him and it made me smile inside."

She got up and went over to the counter and got her purse and came back to the table. She reached into her purse, came out with a piece of paper and handed it to me.

"What is it?"

"The post office receipt for the package I sent Jason's wife. I sent it 'Return receipt requested."

"You sent his wife a package?"

"When I decided that I was going to fuck with Jason I started carrying a voice activated cassette tape recorder in my purse. I sent her the recordings of what he said when we were together along with a note explaining who I was and I ended the note saying that I thought she should know what the asshole she was married to was up to when he was away from home. I very much doubt that Jason will be calling me the next time he comes to town." 

I looked at her and was silent for a bit and then I said, "I'm not sure that I can believe that story Cook. There are still things that happened that make me doubt it."

"Like what?"

"Every time you met him you came home happy as hell and you would never make love with me on those nights and then after he had gone back to wherever he lived you were snappish with me and irritable as hell for a day or two. That doesn't add up to being pissed at Jason. To me that meant you were happy as hell when he was around and you could be with him and moody and upset when he left and you had to come home and be with me. And the fact that you always turned me down for sex on the nights after being with him during the day told me that you were either afraid of me finding out I was getting sloppy seconds or you saw it as cheating on Jason."

"You can't possibly believe that of me!"

"Of course I can. All I have to go on is what I saw with my own two eyes and what I saw was a married woman making out with an old lover. Making out is all I saw on the two times I followed you, but who knows what you did on all the other times I wasn't watching. How do I know that those other times didn't end up being long lunches in a motel room somewhere? No Cook; your actions have put you in a position where I don't trust you enough to believe a word you say."

"That's not fair Frank. If I felt that strongly about Jason why would I have sent that package to his wife?"

"It could be that after I moved you into the spare bedroom and confronted you you decided that you needed to cover your butt. Maybe you really didn't believe him when he said he would leave his wife for you and you decided to force the issue. You sent her the package so she would kick him out and then he could be with you as soon as you could dump me."

"Jesus Frank; you can't possibly think that. It just isn't so. How can you believe that I would do something like that after what we have had since we got married? You love me Frank and you and I both know that. I love you and you should know that too. You have to believe me Frank, you just have to believe me."

I just sat there and looked at her. I wanted to believe her, I really did. I had loved her for so long that a part of me was screaming "Believe her you idiot" but another part of me was hollering "Believe your eyes Frank and remember how she was when Jason came into your lives."

Finally she said, "What can I do to prove it to you Frank?"

"I don't know that you can Cook. For one thing I notice you didn't respond to what I said about being happy when Jason was in town and pissed off and irritable when he left and all you had was me."

"That's because I had no idea I was that way. If I had to guess I'd say it was because I really appreciated you and was happy to be with you after spending time with an asshole like Jason. As for the irritable part? Probably because I was upset with myself for going behind your back no matter how good I thought my reasons for doing it were."

"And your refusal to make love?"

"That had to be just coincidence. I must have had some legitimate reason for not wanting to make love on those nights. Help me out here Frank. Tell me how I can prove to you that I love you and I was just messing with Jason's head?"

"I don't have a clue Cook. If you are able to do it you will have to be the one to figure it out."

"Will you at least hold off talking to a lawyer to give me time to think of something?"

"I guess I can for a while, but it won't be a long while so you will have to come up with something quick."

I got up and went out to the garage to do some work on my truck. As far as I was concerned Cookie and I were history. I didn't think there was any possible way she could prove to me that she was just screwing with Jason's head and not doing what I thought she was. 

+++++++++++++++++++++++

There would come a time when I would have to face Cookie's parents over our split and I had no intension of coming out of it the bad guy so I had to get something that I could use to show them it was their daughter's actions and not mine that caused our marriage to end. I didn't see how I could do it though since I never knew when Jason would come to town so I couldn't hire a private investigator to be in place waiting.

We had two phones in the house so I went to Radio Shack and got three voice activated tape recorders and hid one near each phone and put one under the seat in Cookie's car. It was a wild shot and I didn't really think I would get much from them because I figured that Jason probably called Cookie at work, but I had to try something.

I called Pauline and asked her to meet me for a drink after work. I told her what was going on and asked her to keep me up to date on anything she came across and she said she would. Two days later she called me and said:

"I don't know if this means anything, but she just got a phone call that upset her. I heard her say "Fuck you asshole" as she hung up." 

I of course wondered what that was about. That night when I got home I collected all the recorders and listened to them. There was nothing on the one from the bedroom phone or from the one under the seat of her car, but there was something on the one from the one by the phone in the kitchen. I had no idea what time the call came in, either after I left for work or just after Cookie got home from work, but the call was obviously from Jason's wife. After saying "Hello" the conversation went:

"This is she."

"Yes, I sent it."

"The note I enclosed should have explained it."

"He's lying to you. There is no way I went after him. I had no idea where he has been since he moved from here. I hadn't seen or talked to him until he showed up where I work and asked me to have lunch with him."




Frank and Cookie



"Look honey; the tapes speak for themselves. You want to believe the asshole feel free, but keep in mind that this isn't the only place he travels to. You might want to consider what he is up to at the other places he visits."

"No. I doubt very much he will be looking me up after my sending you the tapes."

"Well fuck you too you stupid cunt!"

Then there was the sound of the phone being slammed down on its cradle followed by, "What a stupid bitch!"

Then followed the sounds of Cookie fixing dinner. I rewound the tapes and then put the recorders back in their hiding places. The call didn't prove anything one way or the other. All it proved was that Cookie had indeed sent Jason's wife some tapes, but the question was still there. Did she do it to force a wedge between Jason and his wife so Jason would be free Cookie to hook up with or was she really trying to burn him?

++++++++++++++++++++++

Another week went by and I decided that it was time for me to start checking out the attorneys on my list. I talked to a couple of divorced friends of mine and found out that they had both used the same lawyer and neither one had anything good to say about him so I crossed him off the list. Both friends told me that their ex-wives lawyers were pretty damned good and one of them was on my list so I put a check mark next to his name.

Once I decided that I was going to go for the divorce I started thinking of how to protect my business so I didn't lose it in the divorce. I talked with Uncle Mike about it and he came up with the solution to the problem. Since I was buying it from him and making payments to him he wrote me several letters and back dated them. The gist was that I was behind on my payments and if I didn't catch up by such and such a date he would take the business back. The last letter said he was sorry, but since I was four months behind in my payments he was taking the business back. I could stay on as manager, but at a reduced salary. 

Everything was back dated to before I found out about Cookie and Jason. Since the original deal was between me and Uncle Mike and no other parties had been involved there was no way Cookie and her lawyer, whoever he turned out to be, could prove different. 

The business secure I turned my attention back to my list of attorneys. After talking to several people I had narrowed the list down to two names, but before I could contact one of them circumstances changed. It was ten in the morning when Pauline's call came.

"Just keeping you up to date sweetie. Cookie was hauled off to jail about ten minutes ago."

"Hauled off to jail? You've got to be kidding."

"Not in the least."

"What did she do? Steal the office petty cash?"

"A little more serious than that. She put Jason in the hospital."

"What?!!"

"Jason came storming in here, called her a stupid fucking bitch for fucking up his marriage and told her that she would pay for it. I didn't see it happen myself, but a couple of the guys said it looked like Jason was going to hit her. One of the guys hollered at him and when Jason looked to see who yelled Cookie picked up the paperweight off of her desk and bashed him in the head with it. 

"He fell to the floor and while he was down there she kicked him in the balls a couple of times and told him he was a cheating lying bastard and that he deserved whatever he got. Jason's head was bleeding pretty badly and someone called 911. That got the cops involved and they took Cookie away."

As I hung up the phone I was thinking that the question of the two of them getting together if Jason and his wife were to split was answered. Maybe, just maybe, Cookie had been telling the truth. I debated rushing down to the police station or waiting for Cookie to call me. I decided to sit tight. If I rushed down there she would want to know how I knew and if I told her it would also tell her that I was in touch with Pauline and I wanted to keep that a secret for a while. Always nice to have a spy in the other camp if you know what I mean.

Three hours later I got a call to come down and pick her up. The police had investigated and the people in Cookie's office all swore that Jason was about to hit her and she had defended herself so she was released on her own recognizance.

An asshole of an assistant district attorney decided that even though she was defending herself kicking a helpless man when he was lying on the floor bleeding was uncalled for and he charged her with simple assault. If she had gone for a jury trial she would have beaten it, but she opted for just appearing in front of a judge. He found her guilty, fined her three hundred dollars plus court costs and two hundred hours of community service.

She got a thank you card from Jason's about to be ex-wife with a short note enclosed saying that she should have used the paperweight on Jason's head a few more times.

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And the two of us?

We are putting it back together, but it is going slowly because I am still pissed over what she did and it flares up occasionally. Cookie knows that there is still a small kernel of doubt in my mind over what she did. Did she sleep with Jason? Was everything she did after I confronted her done because she was telling me the truth or because by then she had come to the realization that Jason had no intension of leaving his wife and so she did her best to make me think she was telling me the truth.

We are back in the same bedroom and Cookie's way of trying to make me forget is to try fucking my brains out. I'm willing to try to forget her actions, but I honestly doubt that I ever will. It might fade away for a while, but sooner or later something will happen that will bring that small kernel of doubt back Some one will say something, I'll see a picture of something or an old classmate will mention that he saw Jason somewhere and it all comes back. I think Cookie realizes that and so she goes out of her way to spoil me rotten. 

Cookie still works at the real estate office and Pauline still works there also. Pauline and I have lunch every once in a while. She is still my eyes and ears at the office, but it has been almost eight months now and she has had nothing to report. I think Cookie and I are going to be okay, but I'm going to be a lot more vigilant from now on. Cookie knows that she has had her "One time shame on you" and that from now on I am never going to be in the "Two times shame on me" position and if she loves me as much as she says she does she will make sure that it never happens.



Frank and Diane



The day showed no signs of being a disaster when I woke up. The alarm went off at five and my wife Diane reached for me and pulled me back down as I started to get out of bed. She kissed me, slipped me a little tongue and her hand reached for my cock. Twenty-five years and the woman could still turn me into a quivering wreck. She pulled me on top of her and as my cock parted her nether lips she said:

"Make it a good morning lover; make it a very good morning."

I pushed into her and she moaned, "Oh God yes lover, do it hard lover, do it."

She moaned, she cried, she dug her nails into the cheeks of my ass and pulled me to her and then she came just seconds before I did.

She got up to fix the coffee while I took my showered and then I fixed us breakfast while she showered. We discussed what our days were likely to be like as we ate and then she asked:

"Meatloaf and baked potatoes okay for dinner tonight?"

"Sounds great. I'll stop at the bakery and pick up a loaf of fresh French bread and maybe a pecan pie."

"Ooooh, pecan pie. Out to spoil me are you?"

"Can't think of anyone I'd rather spoil."

We kissed and walked hand in hand into the garage, kissed once more and then we both headed off to work.

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The drive in was uneventful and so was the first half of the morning. Around eleven Harry (my boss) called me into his office.

"We have a situation in St. Louis. Baker caught Smithers with his wife and now Baker is in jail and Smithers is in the hospital. There is no one there to run the office. I hate to do this to you on such short notice, but you have to catch the two-twenty flight, get to St. Louis and take charge of the office. 

"I don't know how long you will be there. I guess it will depend on just how bad Baker fucked up Smithers. If it is too bad he might not get out of jail for a while and Smithers might not get out of the hospital anytime soon. Even if the both get out soon I don't see how they will be able to work together. I'll have to think long and hard on it, but I can't see anyway other than to let one of them go. Which one I don't know. I'll need a lot more information before I can make that decision."

"Seems cut and dried to me. Smithers fucked with Baker's wife. Smithers should have expected Baker to get pissed if he ever found out."

"I don't know for a fact that Baker caught Smithers with his wife or that Smithers is even guilty. All I've got is what the secretary told me when she called. Maybe you can find out more for me when you get there."

I called Diane to let her know what was going on, but her secretary told me that she was in a meeting. I told her I'd call back and then I headed home to pack a bag.

Diane's car was in the driveway when I got home and I wondered what was up with that. She was supposed to be in a meeting. When I walked into the living room I saw that she was indeed in a meeting, but it wasn't the kind of meeting I had envisioned when her secretary told me she was in one.

There was a trail of clothing on the floor leading from the couch to the stairway and some of those clothes were men's clothes. At the foot of the steps there was a pair of men's trousers and I picked them up and found a wallet in one of the back pockets. I took it out, opened it up and read the name Stanton North on the driver's license. I put the wallet in my pocket and then looked around the room and saw a suit coat over the back of the easy chair. It yielded a checkbook and I put that in my pocket too.

I walked up the stairs and as I got close to the top of the steps I began hearing what was coming from the bedroom.

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

"Like it do you?"

"Oh God yes. You feel so good in me. Fuck me baby, fuck me."

"I would never have believed you could be such a hot little slut. Like my cock?"

"Love your cock. Just keep giving it to me."

I walked into the room and saw a man pounding into Diane and she had her legs wrapped around him and her hands on his ass pulling him to her.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" she was moaning as I walked past on my way to the closet. I was almost to the closet door before Stanton North saw me and he stopped in mid-stroke and said:

"Oh shit!"

Diane had her eyes closed as he fucked her and when he stopped they popped open and she cried:

"Don't stop. Damn it, don't stop, I'm almost th..." and then she saw me and cried "No. Oh God no" and started trying to get out from under North.

"Don't stop on my account" I said as I entered the closet. "I just need to pack a bag and then I'll get out of here and leave you two love birds alone."

I had my back to them as I took socks and underwear out of the dresser drawer and put them in the suitcase, but I could hear them behind me. Diane was saying "Get off me damn it" while North was saying "Christ what a mess." When I turned to go back into the closet for a garment bag I saw North heading out the bedroom door and Diane scrambling to find something to cover herself with. As she scrambled she was saying things like:

"What are you doing Frank? Why are you packing" and uttering nonsense like "It isn't what you think Frank" and "I can explain Frank."

While she was babbling I heard the front door slam shut and I wondered where North was going. Diane's car was the only one in the driveway so he must have arrived with her.

I ignored Diane as I finished packing and I didn't respond to her "We need to talk Frank. You have to let me explain."

I walked out the front door without having said a word since walking into the bedroom and telling them not to stop on my account. As I walked to my car Diane was hollering:

"Wait Frank; don't go. Please talk to me."

As I opened my car door I looked around but saw no sign of Stanton North. Maybe he was hiding somewhere watching and would come back when he saw me drive away. Diane was running down the front walk and almost had her hand on the passenger side door handle when I pulled away from the curb.

It is an absolute wonder that I made it to the airport without killing myself or someone else. My mind was definitely not on my driving. How had it happened? Why had it happened? I would have bet all that I had that Diane and I were rock solid. I looked back on our life together and I didn't see anything – not one thing – that would ever have led me to believe that what I had just seen was even remotely possible. My God! How could she have done what she did to me when we got up that morning and then do what I had just seen her doing?

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Diane and I met when my father received a promotion and had to move the family fifteen hundred miles away. The move was a bitch as far as I was concerned. I was taken away from the kids I had grown up with and gone to school with and then dumped into a school where I didn't know a single soul. I was sitting alone at a table in the school cafeteria at lunch time and feeling sorry for myself when the most beautiful girl I had ever seen came over to the table and sat down with me. She set her tray down and said:

"Hi there new kid."

She reached across the table and stuck out her hand and said. "I'm Diane." It took me a second or two before I realized she was offering me her hand to shake. I took it and said:

"Hi Diane, I'm Frank."

"Where you from Frank?" she asked and then we spent the rest of the lunch period getting to know each other. She had joined me at my table because she had known what I was going through because the same thing had happened to her the previous year. By the time the bell rang we had made a date for her to show me around the town.

Within six weeks we were going steady and like all typical teenagers we were making out like mad. Being a guy with raging hormones I naturally tried to get Diane to go all the way, but she wouldn't do it. She was determined to honor her promise to her mother to go to her marriage bed a virgin. Luckily for my sanity she broke that promise on her eighteenth birthday. 

We had some serious discussions after the night she gave me her cherry. I told her that I wanted to marry her, but that I didn't want to get married until I finished college. She wanted to get married right away and she wasn't happy with me because I wanted to wait. I was telling my mom about it when she surprised the hell out of me. I'd always thought of my mom as being a bit on the prudish side, but she said:

"So move in with her and live together until you graduate."

"How can I do that? The reason I want to wait is so that I can afford it. No way I can support a wife and go to school at the same time."

"You might have to get a part time job to help out with the groceries, but you college fund has enough in it to let you rent a small place off campus."

I thought about it and then brought it up to Diane. We talked it over and decided we would both get part time jobs and do it. We went looking and found a small apartment that I could afford and then we went to do the hard part – tell her parents.

Her mom was horrified that Diane hadn't kept to her promise on holding on to her virginity. She cried and blubbered while Diane's father called me every name in the book and some that he made up on the spot. Then he told Diane that he absolutely forbid it and furthermore she was never to see me again. Diane looked at me and asked me to wait in the car. Ten minutes later she came out carrying two suitcases. 

She never told me what went on when I left the house, but it was three years before she ever talked to her parents again and only then to tell them that they had a grandson. Suddenly I was a great guy, there daughter was lucky to have found me and on and on and on. But the damage had already been done and on my part I tolerated them, but that was all. Diane eventually forgave them and they became part of our lives. They were great grandparents to our three kids, but like I said, I just tolerated them.

The years past by, the kids grew up and set out on their own and now this. At least the kids wouldn't grow up having divorced parents.

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I got to the airport early, checked in and then sat down in one of the many airport coffee shops to wait for my flight to be called. I took out North's wallet and checkbook and began going through them. Behind his driver's license I found a card the said "Emergency Information." It gave his blood type and some other information, but the part that caught my eye was the part where it gave his emergency contact. Arlis North and under "Relationship" it said "wife" and it gave a number where she could be reached. I took out my cell phone and called it.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. North?"

"Yes."

"My name is Frank Bellows. I'm sorry to be making this call, but I just found your husband in bed with my wife and I thought you should know."

"You're joking, right?"

"No ma'am, I'm afraid not."

"Well I don't believe you Mr. Whoever you are. My Stan would never do a thing like that to me."

"Tell you what. When he gets home tonight ask him if he knows a Diane Bellows and then ask him to show you his wallet and checkbook. He won't be able to because I have them. I took them out of his clothes when I found them lying on my living room floor when I went home early. I am at the airport right now waiting to catch a flight to St. Louis. When I get back home I'd be happy to hand deliver them to you."

"You are really serious about this?"

"I'm sorry, but I am."

"When will you be back?"

"I don't know. I have to go and fill in for someone who is off sick and I'll be there until he can get back to work."

"Could you mail me the wallet and checkbook?"

"I could I suppose, but I'll let you know this ahead of time. Your husbands wallet has eighty-seven dollars in it and after what I saw when I walked into my bedroom I feel a crying need to get drunk and drown my sorrows and your hubby is going to foot the bill for it. There will probably be some left, but I have no idea how much." 

"Send it to my office." She gave me the address and I wrote it down and then she said, "If you can send it overnight and I'll reimburse you."

"I can do that. They just called my flight so I have to go."

I said goodbye and disconnected. North got lucky. My original plan was to leave his wallet and credit cards on the counter in the bathroom and hope that whoever found it would go on a spending spree, but getting in touch with his wife changed all that. Hopefully she would make his life a living hell.

My cell had been going off almost from the moment I left the house and every time I looked it was Diane so I didn't take the call. It rang again as I was leaving the coffee shop and I looked expecting it to be another call from Diane, but this time it was from the office. I called back and got Harry.

"You need to call home Frank. Diane just called me and she is frantic because she can't get in touch with you."

"There is a reason for that Harry. I'm not taking her calls. When I went home to pack she was there and she wasn't alone and she was doing things she shouldn't have been doing. I talk with her when I get back. Maybe by then I'll have calmed down enough not to wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze. Make things easy on yourself and tell the receptionist not to take her calls."

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The first thing I did after seeing to it that the office was running smoothly and that there were no immediate was to hit the Post Office and send Mrs. North her husband's wallet and checkbook. I included the information on where I was staying so she could call if she had any questions. That taken care of I called the police and found out where Baker was being held and if I could see him.

Outside of bruised knuckles and a broken finger Baker didn't look too bad. He hadn't had a bail hearing yet because the powers that be were waiting on word from the hospital on just how bad Smithers was so they would know what charges to file. I told him about Harry's concerns and asked him for the story. 

It sounded all too familiar. 

He had returned home during his lunch hour to pick up something that he had forgotten to take with him in the morning and he'd walked in on Smithers who was using his lunch hour to pork Baker's wife. While he was stomping the shit out of Smithers his wife was on the phone to 911 telling them that her husband had gone crazy and that she feared for her life. The cops showed up, Smithers went to the hospital and Baker went to jail.

My next stop was to the hospital to see Smithers. He had a broken nose, two broken ribs, two cracked ribs and they had removed his right testicle. From him I got:

"It wasn't my fault. The bitch came after me so of course I tapped her. I'm single and I like pussy as much as the next guy. If anybody is at fault here it is Baker. If he took care of the bitch and gave her what she needed she wouldn't be out looking."

He got no sympathy from me. I called Harry and told him the story and said that my recommendation was to transfer Smithers out of the office unless he could find some grounds for firing the guy and I told him I would take a hard look at things in the office and see if I could find something that he could use.

Baker's hearing was the next day and bail was set at two hundred and fifty thousand. The only way he could come up with the money was to put his house up as collateral, but his wife refused to sign off on it so he was going to have to sit in jail until his father and brother could arrange something.

The next morning at nine-thirty I got a call from Arlis North. She told me that when her husband came home she asked him if he knew a Diane Bellows and she said that his face lost all of its color as he said that he didn't know a Diane Bellows. She asked him if he was sure and he said that he was pretty sure. Then she asked him for his wallet and checkbook and he patted his pockets and said that he must have left them on his desk at work. 

"Then he changed the subject and asked what was for dinner. He knows he is in deep shit, but he doesn't know how deep it is and he won't know until tomorrow when I ask him for his wallet and checkbook again. Do you have any idea of how long it was going on?"

"I just know that it was. I walked in on them and then I left."

"What does your wife have to say?"

"No idea. I haven't spoken to her since walking into the bedroom and catching them and I won't be talking to her until I get home."

"When you do talk to her call me. I'd like to compare their stories."

"Will do. I'd like to hear both sides too."

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I had a dozen calls a day from Diane, but I didn't take any of them. Harry must have told her I was in St. Louis and she must have gotten the office number from information. Dixie, our receptionist, told me that I had a call on line three and when I picked it up it was Diane.

"What do you want Diane?"

"We need to talk Frank. I need to explain that what happened isn't what you think."

"I'm in no mood to talk to you right now. I'm still at the point where I want to strangle you to death and then take my shotgun and go looking for your lover and kill him too."

"He is not my lov....."

"Save it Diane. Don't call here anymore. We will talk when I get home and not before" and I hung up on her.

In mid-afternoon I got a call from Baker's father telling me that bail had been arranged and that he would be released the next morning. In a way I was sorry to hear that. As long as Baker was in jail and Smithers was in the hospital I didn't have to go home and deal with Diane.

I had dinner and drinks on North again that night and made it back to my room about seven. The phone rang and since only Harry and Arlis North had the number I answered it. It was Arlis. We exchanged hellos and then she filled me in on the latest from her end.

"When he got home I asked him again for his wallet and checkbook and he said that they were gone from his office when he got there. He said that someone on the night cleaning crew must have taken them and that he would file a complaint when he went in to work the next morning."

I had to laugh at that. "Just how long does he think he can put it off?"

"I don't know how long he thought he could, but I put an end to it. I asked him just how stupid that he thought I was. I told him that he knew he was busted when I asked about your wife and then asked for the wallet and checkbook. There was only one way I could have put the two of them together and he knew it. Then the dumb shit said that he didn't know what I was talking about. That pissed me off so I took his wallet and checkbook out of my purse and threw them in his face. Then I told him how I'd gotten them and that I'd called his office and found out that he worked with the woman he claimed he didn't know. Then I fibbed a bit. I told him that when you got home from St. Louis you were going to stop by and show me the pictures you took with your cell phone camera before they knew you were there."

"How did he take that?"

"He finally realized that he was caught and he broke down, begged forgiveness and swore that it was the only time that he had ever been unfaithful. He said he couldn't help it, that your wife had chased him for months and that it was hard to ignore a beautiful woman who was hot for your body."

"Too bad I wasn't thinking a little more clearly when I walked in on them. My cell phone does have a camera; I just never thought to use it. Do you believe his story?"

"That she chased after him? It could be true. She wouldn't be the first. Was it only the one time with her? That could be true too, but he was lying through his teeth when he said that it was the only time he ever cheated. I know of at least three times that he has strayed. Well, that's not quite true. Three times I've had people tell me that he ran around on me when I was out of town visiting relatives. I've never confronted him on them, because I really didn't want to know if it was true."




Frank and Diane



"You said that his saying that Diane chased him could be true and that she wouldn't have been the first. Why did you say that?"

"Stan is rather well endowed and some women when they hear that want to check it out."

"A week ago I would have said Diane would never do anything like that, but that was before I walked in on her and your husband."

"I've got to go, but if I learn anything else I'll give you a call. Don't forget; I want to her hear side when you get home and talk with her."

"I won't."

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At eleven the next morning Ray Baker called me to let me know he was out of jail on bail. He was going to have to take the rest of the day and the next day to take care of personal business. His wife had taken out a restraining order on him and he needed to find a place to stay and make arrangements with the court to get into his house to get his personal things. He said that he would be in on Thursday.

I called Harry and brought him up to date and then I told him that in checking into things at the office I had found that Smithers had been fudging his expense reports and that could possibly be grounds for letting him go. I told him I would probably fly home Thursday evening and that I was going to need to take Friday off to handle my personal affairs and I would see him Monday morning.

I managed to get through the next two days without incident and on Thursday morning Ray was back at work. I brought him up to date on what was going on in the office and then because I was going through something similar I asked him how things were going on the home front.

"The restraining order only keeps me five hundred feet away from her. I can access the house whenever I want as long as she isn't there. If she is there and won't leave when I want to go in I have to get someone from the court to go in with me. I just waited down the street until she went to work and then me and my brother went in and got everything that I wanted. I have no need to go back.

"I don't know what the stupid cunt is thinking. She got the order, but that was all. She didn't touch the bank accounts. I cleaned them out yesterday."

"I thought that this was a no fault state and that everything had to be split fifty-fifty."

"In a divorce that would be true, but I'm not talking divorce; I'm just walking away. If she wants a divorce she can pay for it and when she files she will be entitled to fifty percent of our assets at the time she files and that will be zip. We took out a second on the house to finish the basement and make it into a recreation room so there is no equity in the house and the money I took out of the bank will be long gone. I can claim that I needed it all to set me up in a new place when she barred me from the house. That reminds me. I need to call Harry and get my insurance and all of that other crap changed."

"She tell you why she did it?"

"I haven't spoken to the whore since the cops hauled me away and I have no intention of talking to her. It doesn't matter why she did it; it only matters that she did."

I decided to get a good night's sleep before going home and having to talk to Diane so I called the airline and made reservations for the morning flight.

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I was rested when I got up and I had a good breakfast before catching the airport shuttle and I was home in Denver by eleven. I hit the bank, cleaned out the savings, cashed in five of the nine certificates of deposit in the deposit box and put all the money in the checking account.

Diane was at work when I got home so I would be alone until six. I got on the phone, got pay off balances for all of our credit cards and then cancelled all but five of them. I kept the American Express card that I used primarily for business expenses and two of the other cards in my name and put two in Diane's name. I went back to the bank and arranged wire transfers to pay off the cards using the money in the checking account. That done I took half of the money left in checking and opened a checking account in my name only. I arranged for another safe deposit box in my name only and put two of the remaining four CDs into it and then went back home.

When the kids had grown and moved out I had converted one of their bedrooms into a home office and den and the other two where kept as spare rooms for when the kids came home to visit. I picked the spare bedroom next to the den and moved all of my things into it. I was all moved in and set up when Diane came home.

I heard Diane come in and call for me. "Frank? Frank? Where are you?"

I ignored her as I heard her walking through the house looking for me. She finally came upstairs and I had my back to the door when she came in.

"Frank? I ignored her. "Frank? Please Frank; we need to talk."

I turned to face her. "Where is it written that I have to talk to an unfaithful whore?" She winced when I said that and then I said, "However we do need to talk about finances."

"Finances? Why?"

"Because your actions have made changes necessary. Go on downstairs and take a seat at the kitchen table and I'll be down in a minute."

She left and I sorted through the papers I had been working on, picked up the ones I needed and then followed Diane down to the kitchen and took a seat across from her.

"While I was gone I had a lot of time to think about what I should do and in the end I decided to do nothing."

I saw relief on her face when I said that, but it faded when I said, "By nothing I mean that I will be having little or nothing to do with you. I can't see wasting money on divorce attorneys especially since at my age I don't see another marriage in my future so I'm not going to need single status. If you want a divorce you can go for it and pay for it. For now though there are some changes."

I explained all that I had done with the credit cards, the savings, the CDs and the checking account. "You can have the original deposit box, but I would recommend that you open your own checking and savings accounts and we will leave the old joint account in place and call it the household account. With me so far?"

"But why are you do..."

"You know damned well why Diane. Okay now, the household account will be used for household expenses." I slid a piece of paper across the table to her. "That is a list of what it takes to run the house. House payment, electric bill, phone, gas, water and sewage, taxes and insurance. What we are from now on is roommates. You will need to deposit half of the amount on that paper into the household account every month from now on. We will share the house with the exception of two rooms. You will have the master bedroom as your room and Carol's old room will be my bedroom."

"Why are you moving into Carol's room? You need to be in the master bedroom with me."

"After what I saw taking place in that room? There is no way I'm going to stay in that room, sleep on that bed or have anything to do with the woman I saw doing what she was doing on that bed." 

"That's what we need to talk about Frank. What you saw isn't what you think."

"Of course it was what I think it was. It was you fucking another man in our house and on our bed."

"Okay Frank, but what you need to understand is that is all that it was – fucking. There was no love or affection involved; it was just me satisfying my curiosity. I love you Frank. I always have and I always will. What I felt for Stan was just a little bit of lust and that's all. It was a one-time thing to satisfy my curiosity and if you had not have come home you would never have known and it would have never happened again."

"But that is the problem Diane. I did come home and I do know and because I know it changes everything. You cheated on me and that means that you can't be trusted. If you can't be trusted that means that everything you say has to be weighed and looked at to try and determine if it is the truth or a lie. You say you love me. Can you love me and still betray me? Can you love me and still disrespect me by bringing another man into my house and then fucking him on my bed? The same bed you would have slept on with me that night? How much love and respect would you be showing me by giving me that man's leavings if I would have made love to you that night?

"No Diane, you can no longer be trusted. You say it was a one time thing and would have never happened again. Truth or lie? I only have your word for it that it is true, but you can't be trusted. It could just as easily been the tenth time and you could have already set up a time to do it again. But, and this is the part that counts, even if it is the truth you still stabbed me in the back. You broke the promise that you made to me when we took our vows and for what? To satisfy some curiosity of yours? Just what the hell were you so curious about that you were willing to risk your marriage to satisfy it?"

She looked away from me when she said, "The size of his penis."

"You have got to be shitting me. The size of his dick? Why in the hell were you curious about the size of his dick?"

"Some of the girls in the office had gone out with him and they raved about how big it was and how filling it was. I listened to all the stories they told, but I didn't pay a whole lot of attention to them until he started hitting on me. Even then it was a while before I started thinking about it."

"You are saying that he tried to seduce you?"

"I guess he was, but I didn't pay a whole lot of attention to it at first. But I liked the attention and what woman doesn't like to feel that she is attractive. At my age it was a hell of a boost to my self esteem to have a man ten years younger than me to paying attention to me. I had lunch with him a couple of times and danced with him a couple of times when everyone in the office would stop for drinks. It was dancing with him that started me thinking of the stories I'd heard about him. I felt him push against me a time or two and he did seem rather large.

"The more I thought about the stories the more curious I got. I was a virgin when I met you and you are the only man I've ever known sexually. I got to wondering what another man would be like especially a man reputed to be as big as Stan. He kept working on me and I kept wondering and I finally let my curiosity get the best of me."

"You say all the other girls talked about Stan's size and abilities in bed? How many other girls?"

"Seven of them."

"Stan had sex with seven of them?"

"They said he did."

"Seven of them in your office alone. That would seem to show that Stan was pretty promiscuous. Did you ever stop to think that a guy who was fucking anything that moved might pick up a disease or two somewhere along the line?"

"Oh come on Frank. If that were the case he would have given it to the girls he made love to and you can believe that if he did it would be broadcast all over the office in minutes."

"You can have it and not know it Diane. In some cases you can have it for months before you show signs. If I were you I'd go and get myself tested."

"The important thing Frank is that Stan meant nothing to me. There was no love involved and I can't say that there was even much like."

"That's not what it sounded like when I walked into the room."

"You know I like sex Frank and you know how vocal I get when I make love to you. So I made some noise. It was because I was in the middle of having sex and not because I had any special feelings for Stan. It was a mistake Frank. A major mistake and I'm sorry as hell that I slipped up and I can promise you that it will never happen again. I love you Frank and you know that I do. You can't throw away twenty-five good years because of one mistake."

"I'm not throwing anything away Diane. You are the one who threw it away when you brought another man into my house and took him on my bed."

I got up and left the kitchen and went back upstairs to the den and lost myself in some paperwork.

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I'm a fairly light sleeper and that night about an hour after I went to bed the noise of the bedroom door opening woke me up. Diane quietly moved into the room and softly closed the door behind her. I sleep nude and it was summer so I was lying on top of the covers. Diane bent over me and took my cock into her mouth. She had always been able to turn me to jelly when she blew me and it looked like she planned to do it again in an attempt to get back into my good graces. She was totally surprised when I pushed her away.

"Leave me alone Diane. I am not in the least bit interested in North's leftovers."

She got off the bed and left the room crying. Maybe twenty minutes later I fell asleep and I wasn't bothered the rest of the night.

Diane was in the kitchen making coffee when I came down from taking my morning shower and getting ready to go to work. Her "Good morning Frank" was met with a noncommittal grunt. I ignored her until the coffee was ready and then filled my travel mug and left for work. I waited until ten before calling Arlis North and then I filled her in on what I'd found out.

"Seven other girls?"

"That is what she said. Apparently your husband was the office Romeo."

"Do you believe her story?"

"Before I walked in on her and your husband I would have believed her if she had told me that the sun was now rising in the west, but after? I don't know. It could be true or it could be that she is just trying to put a better light on what she did by making me think that it really meant nothing." I mean how do you know? When she got caught trust went out the window. Everything she says now has to be seen as self serving."

"Have you decided what you are going to do?"

"The marriage is dead, but if there is a divorce she will have to be the one to go for it. My plan right now is to simply cohabit. We will coexist as roommates, but that is all. I can't see ruining myself financially just because she couldn't keep her panties on. How about you? Got a plan yet?"

"I'm still thinking on it. Keep in touch Frank."

"Will do Arlis. Good luck."

++++++++++++++

For the next week I made sure that I was up and gone before Diane woke up and I found things to do that kept me from going home until late. Diane was usually up waiting for me, but I ignored her. The next weekend she tried to slip into my bed again, but I told her to get away from me and leave me alone.

"Damn it Frank; don't do this to me. I love you Frank and I want you."

"I don't want you Diane. You are damaged goods."

"My God Frank. It was only once. I haven't even talked to him since he ran out of the house. It was a one time slip in judgment Frank. Please! Give me a chance. I know it was wrong and I'm sorry. I swear to God that it will never happen again."

"The problem Diane is that I don't know that it was only once. He may have been your third or fourth lover or your tenth. You may still be doing him on your lunch hours in a motel. When I caught you with him you lost all my trust Diane and there is no way I will ever trust you to tell me the truth ever again."

"Please Frank, there has to be some way to put us back together. I'll do anything Frank; anything at all."

"Sorry Diane, but there is no chance of our getting back together because I don't want to put us back together. The sight of you with your legs wrapped around North and the sound of your voice as you begged him to fuck you harder killed all the feelings I had for you. Look on the bright side. You are free to indulge in satisfying your curiosity whenever you want now. Just not here in this house. This house is neutral territory. You take your men elsewhere and I won't bring my women here."

"Your women?"

"I have no intension of going without a sex life. I'm not a bad looking guy and I've had chances up the kazoo to play around, but I never did because I promised during our wedding ceremony that I'd be faithful to you. You made the same vows, but you broke them. When you broke your vows you released me from mine. At least I won't be bringing mine in here where you can see it."

She looked at me and I could tell what she was thinking. She was thinking that sharing the house and being around each other would give her a chance to work her way back into my life and that is just what I wanted her to think. I decided to give her a load to carry.

"The only reason I'm doing this share the house thing is that I don't want to make the lawyers rich by going through a divorce and I don't want to give up what I have here at the house to live in an apartment. I wouldn't have a garage to work in, a basement workshop and I wouldn't have a patio where I can sit and enjoy a drink as I watch the sun set. You have two choices Diane; live with the new status quo or not. If you chose not then you can either move out or take over the house payments and expenses and I'll move out.

"You say that you really do love me so here is your chance to prove it. You can accept home sharing or you can take the house and cost me my garage, my workshop and my patio just like you cost me my wife. Your choice."

"There is no chance?"

"I don't see how there could be Diane."

She was silent for a few moments and then she opened her mouth and drove the final nail into her coffin.

"What are you going to do with the pictures Frank?"

"The pictures?"

"The ones you took with your cell phone camera."

She hadn't even talked to North since he ran out of the house? Then how did she know about the cell phone pictures? That was a story made up by Arlis and fed to her husband a good five days after I'd caught Diane and North in our bedroom. No indeed. I could not trust anything Diane told me ever again.

I could not physically hurt her and kicking her out of the house would cost me more than it would punish her, but being around me all the time while I ignored her would put her through a mental hell and that was the best I could hope for. I did not doubt that she loved me and I knew she would hang in there on the remote chance that she might eventually work her way back into my good graces. It wasn't going to happen. I was not kidding when I said that seeing her with North had killed all my feelings for her, but the longer she held on hoping the longer my revenge would last.

My revenge against Diane in place I turned my attention to Stanton North.

++++++++++++++++++

The private detectives report backed up what I had suspected. Getting caught by me and his wife finding out that he was a cheating asshole had not slowed him down a single bit. He was laying pipe to five women besides his wife. In the three weeks I'd had the PIs on him he hadn't done a thing with Diane, but he was nailing two of her co-workers. One of them, Mary Ellen Bingham had a husband that worked the afternoon shift and every Tuesday and Thursday after work North would pay Mary Ellen a visit at her home on Sunflower Way. He stayed two hours and then left.

I checked my watch and saw that if he kept to his schedule he would be out of the house in ten minutes. I was parked one block away and one block over. I got out of my car and made my way over to the Bingham residence went around behind the garage and when I got there I slipped on the latex gloves and put on a ski mask.

Mary Ellen had a three car garage and when North visited he pulled into the garage and parked and closed the garage door so the neighbors wouldn't get to talking about Mary Ellen's visitor. Wouldn't want the word to get back to Mary Ellen's hubby now would we? I used a small pry bar to force the lock on the back door to the garage and I was waiting when the connecting door to the house opened and North came out. A naked Mary Ellen stood in the doorway and watched North walk to his car.

Fifty thousand volts from the Taser had him writhing on the garage floor and before Mary Ellen could even scream I said in what I hoped was a disguised voice:




Frank and Diane



"Scream or call the cops and your hubby will find out what has been going on. Best you go back in the house and pretend that nothing is going on out here. I won't kill him, but you can be sure that another husband that he has stabbed in the back is getting even."

She jumped backwards and slammed the door. Mary Ellen knew me from all the company picnics and Christmas parties that Diane had taken me to, but I was counting on the ski mask and the disguised voice to keep her from knowing who was fucking over her fuck buddy. I couldn't count on her not calling the police so I had to hurry. I pulled North's pants off of him and believe me when I tell you that pulling pants off of a guy in convulsions isn't easy. 

Once I had his pants off I took my revenge.

Proud of his package was he? Well his package was going to pay. I took the fully charged cattle prod and touched it to his cock and balls as many times as I could until it was fully discharged. I kicked him twice in the ribs for the hell of it and then I took his wallet and checkbook and got the hell out of there. I heard no sirens so maybe Mary Ellen didn't call the cops.

As I drove away I thought about what I had just done. I had no idea how much damage, if any, that the cattle prod would cause and whether or not there would be any last effects, but I can honestly say that I enjoyed everyone of North's screams when a cattle prod charge flashed through his cock and balls.

I never did hear how Mary Ellen made out on the deal. Was she able to get North out of there and keep her husband in the dark or did she have to call for medical attention for North and have to explain an ambulance at the house to her hubby?

Still wearing the latex gloves I put the wallet and checkbook in a package I had already prepared and sent it to Arlis at her office. There was no note enclosed and I would deny I knew anything about it, but when her hubby came home hurting and then his wallet showed up in the mail she would think she knew who had done it.

+++++++++++++++++++++

Three weeks after my little party with North I got a phone call from Arlis.

"You busy for lunch?"

"I haven't made any plans; why?"

"I think it is time for us to have a face to face. How about noon at the Lido? I'll be the redhead anxiously checking out every man who walks in to see if I can figure out which one is you."

"Noon it is."

I didn't see her anxiously checking faces, but she was easy to spot since she was the only redhead in the place sitting alone. North was a flaming idiot to be screwing around on her. She was drop dead gorgeous. I walked up to her table.

"Mrs. North?"

"No Frank; it is Arlis. You haven't called me Mrs. North since our first phone conversation."

I took a seat across from her and said, "Might I ask what prompted you to ask me to lunch?"

"I just wanted a good look at the man who keeps screwing up my life."

"I'm screwing up your life? How am I doing that?"

"First you made me pull my head out of the sand and face up to what I was fairly sure he was doing, but hoped he wasn't. Then, after I let him talk me into giving him one more chance, you took away the best thing that he had going for him."

"I don't understand."

"Sure you do. Stan is a good provider and a pretty decent father to our kids, but the best thing that he had going for him was that he was great in bed. Notice that I said "was?"

"And I took it away? How did I do that?"

"Don't play the innocent with me Frank. We both know who did a number on Stan's private parts."

"I don't have a clue as to what you are talking about."

"Sure you don't. Anyway, ever since you did whatever it was that you did to him he has not been able to get it up and don't give me any of that crap about not knowing what I'm talking about. Wallets in the mail are kind of your trademark."

Just then the waitress walked up to take our order. As Arlis ordered a salad and ice tea I gave her a good once over. Yes indeed, her husband was an idiot not to have stayed home. As well as being gorgeous Arlis was pretty sharp as I quickly found out.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well what?"

"Do I pass?"

"What are you talking about now?"

"What? I wasn't supposed to notice you checking me out just now?"

I was caught and I knew it so I just gave her a goofy smile and said, "Who? Me?"

"Yes you and I hope you like what you see because the real reason for this little get together is to offer it to you."

I don't know what the look on my face was saying to her, but she went on:

"I am a very sexual person with a very high sex drive and since you have taken my play toy away from me I feel that it is only fair that you take over his duties."

That caught me flat-footed and I didn't know what to say. She smiled at me and said:

"I'll bet you weren't expecting that one were you?"

"To be honest, it never entered my mind."

"Well Frank, here is the way I see it. You deprived me of my bed partner so it is only fair that you take his place and second, what can be a more fitting way to get back at your wife and my husband?"

"I don't know Arlis. The package is outstanding, but I don't know that it is a good idea. The situation that I'm in right now could be upset if I give Diane grounds to sue for divorce."

"You aren't divorcing her?"

I explained what I was doing and she laughed. "You are evil aren't you, but not to worry. I don't intend to broadcast it. If Stan never gets the use of his equipment back I'll divorce him and I don't want him to have grounds to counter sue either."

"You are serious about this?"

"You betcha!"

And that is how my Affair with Arlis North started. It has been going on for over a year now and it doesn't show any sign of ending any time soon. Her husband still hasn't been able to get an erection. The doctors say there is no physical reason for him not to be able to perform so his problem is probably mental. Arlis says she will give him until the end of the year and then if he still can't get it up he will be history.

As far as I know Diane hasn't been seeing anyone, but she is well aware that I'm seeing someone, but she has no idea who. The knowledge that I am having sex with another woman is killing her, but she keeps hanging on hoping for a miracle that is never going to come.

I couldn't ask for better revenge.



Frank and Doris



It started when my cousin Tom set up a bachelor party for his brother, my cousin James. I was invited and I of course accepted and said I would be there. This did not set well with my wife Doris. Doris had an extremely low opinion of bachelor parties because of what she had seen on her side of the family.

Her brother Sam had attended one, had partaken of the offer made by the hired stripper to 'entertain' anyone with the proper amount of cash and had ended up with a case of VD which he was unable to adequately explain to his wife. Her cousin Ron had left his wife and two children and had run off with the hired entertainment at a bachelor party that he had attended. Her father had gotten drunk at a bachelor party and had wrecked his car and put himself in the hospital for a week. No indeed, Doris was not at all happy with me for accepting the invitation.

I pointed out that she had gone to a bachelorette party or two where they had male strippers come in and she said that was different.

"In what way?"

"There is no way a male stripper can do what a female stripper does at a man's bachelor party."

"Explain that to me please."

"A female stripper can take her panties off, lay back and take on every man there until they are done. So guys are more likely to take advantage of the opportunity. A male stripper at a girl's party can only go once or maybe twice so since they can't all be helped girls tend to behave themselves."

"Do you have any idea of how stupid that sounds?"

"It is a well known fact that women can control themselves and men can't."

"Do you know just how stupid THAT sounds?"

"I don't want to fight over this Frank. I don't want you going to Jim's bachelor party. Take him out to dinner or something, but I don't want you going to that party."

"What you are saying Doris is that you don't trust me. After two years of going together, two years of living together and eight years of marriage you don't know me any better than that? Well I'm going Doris and that's final."

It wasn't of course. There were still nine days to go before the party and Doris used those nine days to do whatever she could to get me not to go. Things were pretty chilly around the house as she pretty much ignored me. Her big gun of course was her control of the little furry patch between her legs. We normally made love three or four times a week, but for nine days all I heard was:

"Not tonight Frank. I'm not feeling well."

There was also the perennial favorite, "Not tonight; I've got a headache."

It was clear to me that if I did go the dry spell could continue long after the party was a memory, but I can be just as stubborn and pig headed as Doris and I was going and that was final. We lived in a state where spousal rape was not a crime and I could have just taken what I wanted, but the aftermath of that wasn't worth contemplating. 

I was able to strike back all be it in a limited way. Every Friday night I always – without fail – took Doris out to dinner. Friday when I came home from work Doris was dressed and ready to go out. I went into the bedroom that I had turned into a home office/den, sat down at the desk and turned on the computer. When I didn't come down dressed for dinner Doris came looking for me. She came into the room and said:

"What are you doing? Why aren't you getting ready for dinner?"

"I'm too busy cruising the Internet looking for some good porn sites.

"You are what?"

"Looking for some good porn. I'm horny as hell since you cut me off and I'm looking for some good material that I can use to masturbate to. You can watch if you'd like."

The slamming of the door as she left pretty much told me that she wasn't interested in being a spectator.

Saturday I was up and out of the house before Doris woke up. I had a standing golf date with three friends every Saturday and our tee time was ten after six and Doris wouldn't get up until eight or so. She had a standing appointment at the beauty parlor at eleven and she would usually just be coming home as I got in from my round of golf at Red Ridge. Doris was going to miss her appointment that morning because I took her car instead of my pick up. Her car had an automatic transmission and my truck was a stick and Doris couldn't drive a stick shift. I know it doesn't sound like much in the way of fighting back, but when you are 'game playing' you have to take what you can get. 

To say that Doris was pissed off when I got home would be an understatement. I ignored her and got ready to go to Jim's bachelor party. I got one last "Damn it Frank; I told you I don't want you going to that party" and I ignored her as I walked out of the house, got in my truck and headed for the party.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

It was your typical bachelor party. There were seventeen guys there and I knew and liked most of them. I say most because Mel Timmonds was there and I didn't like him one little bit. He had always had the hots for Doris and he had tried several times to break us up before we got married.

There were three tables set up for poker. It was nickel, dime, quarter, dealer's choice with a three raise limit so no one was going to get hurt. Two hours into the game (which was being held in Jim's apartment) the doorbell rang and Tom answered it to find two female cops standing there. One said:

"Your neighbors are complaining about the noise. Whose place is this?"

Tom pointed to Jim and the two walked over to Jim and quick as a wink one of them slapped handcuffs on him as she said:

"You are under arrest."

The cuffs were real and not fake. One of the cops began to read Jim his rights, the "You have the right to remain silent" and all that jazz. Until that point everyone thought the girls were strippers. I could tell from the look on Tom's face that he hadn't been expecting it and a close look at their uniforms seemed to tell that they weren't fake. Everyone was starting to worry about what was happening until the one reading Jim his rights said:

"You have the right to have a hard cock when Missy gives you a lap dance" and as she said that she took a mini cassette recorder out of her pocket and stripper type music began the play as the other lady cop started peeling off her uniform. From that point on it was just the kind of bachelor party that Doris had envisioned. The two girls took on every guy there who wanted to play and a couple of times both girls were doing three at once. I'd heard of 'airtight' and I knew what it was, but I had never seen it. It was wild and I'm not going to say that I wasn't tempted.

But I didn't take it. I just watched the action and allowed myself to get all steamed up even knowing that my only outlet was going to be my right hand when I went home. I was watching Tom, Jim and Mark doing the one named Missy when Mel came up to me and said:

"You aren't going to play?"

"Nope. No way! If I did and Doris found out she would throw me out on my ear. You know, the marriage vow thing and all that."

"Tough luck guy; these are two choice ladies and they know what they are doing. I've never had better."

He went over to the other girl, Donna was her name, and since she had an open hole Mel promptly filled it. As I watched I had to wonder why I didn't just say "To hell with Doris" and join in. I mean I was a man and I needed sex and Doris wouldn't give me any and I was in an apartment with two girls who would. It wouldn't be 'love' and there would be no emotional involvement. It would just be sex for the sake of sex so why not? A couple of times I caught myself reaching for my zipper or belt buckle, but at the last second I stopped myself.

Shortly before the party started breaking up both girls came up to me and Missy said:

"What's the matter honey; don't either of us appeal to you?"

"Just the opposite. I'm dying to take on both of you, but unfortunately I have a character flaw."

"A character flaw?" asked Donna. "What kind of character flaw?"

"There is this silly thing inside my head that says I have to stay faithful to my wife."

"Really" Donna said, "I didn't think there were any good guys left out there. I'm going to have to give you my number in case your wife is ever silly enough to let you get away."

"That goes double for me honey" Missy said, "I would love to have a guy who thinks like that."

Tom and am came up and took them by the arm and led them away and as I watched two delightful asses walk away from me I was thinking, "You do gangbangs at parties and you want a guy like me? Go figure."

The party started breaking up and soon it was down to just Tom, Jim, the two girls and me. I was reasonably sober so I stuck around to help with the clean up. Donna and Missy came up to me and Donna said:

"You have to at least give us a kiss sugar" and Missy giggled and said, "No charge of course." They both kissed me and both of them did slip me a piece of paper with their phone numbers on them. Donna said:

"I meant what I said sugar. If your wife is dumb enough to let you go call me."

The two of them left and Tom, who had been the money collector for the two said:

"I should have been born a sexy looking babe. Those two just spent four hours thoroughly enjoying themselves and they walked out of here with twenty-three hundred dollars to split between them and that doesn't even count the four hundred they got for coming here to do the strip tease. That's almost three hundred and forty dollars an hour."

We cleaned the place up and I left, but the night wasn't over for me yet. When I got outside I found the two girls standing in front of a Ford Focus with the hood up. I walked up and asked:

"Got a problem?"

"It won't start."

I went to my truck, got the flashlight from the glove box and came back to take a look. 

"You girls are out of luck tonight" I said. "Your positive battery cable terminal is corroded and split in half. There aren't any parts houses open at this time of night so the car is dead until tomorrow."

"Shit!" Missy said. Now what?"

"We call a cab" Donna said.

"At this time of night? We will be here for hours."

"No you won't" I said. "I'll run you to where you need to go. I don't work tomorrow so I'll hit a parts store, get what is needed to fix it and we can come back and get it going."

"Oh God; you are a life saver sugar" Donna said and we got in my truck and I ran them home.

It turned out that it was Donna's car, but they were roommates so I only had one place to drive to. When I got them to their place I made arrangements to swing by and pick Donna up in the morning at ten.

When I got home I found the bedroom door locked. I remembered a John Wayne movie where his wife had locked him out of the bedroom and he had kicked the door down as he yelled, "There will be no locked doors in this house" and I briefly contemplated doing the same thing, but reason prevailed. If I kicked it in I'd be the one repairing or replacing it and unless I was going to commit spousal rape there wasn't anything on the other side of the door for me except the bed and the living room couch was just as comfortable.

Comfortable couch or not I was not in a good mood when I got up that morning. Doris was still in bed so I fixed myself some breakfast and I was sitting at the table eating when Doris came into the room. She looked around and then said:

"Where's mine?"

"You haven't fixed it yet" I said as I got up and put my dirty dishes into the dishwasher and headed for the door to the garage.

"Where are you going Frank?

"To pick up Donna and then go over to Jim's place and fix her car."

"Who is Donna?"

"One of the strippers from last night."

"You are going to pick up a stripper? I suppose you fucked her last night huh? Going back for more?" she sneered.

"What do you care? You don't want to give me any so what's it to you?" And then, because I'm male and males can be inherently stupid around females I let my mouth run away. "And it brings up a thought Doris. You like sex as much as I do so you must be hurting just as much as I am. Or are you? Maybe you aren't suffering at all. Maybe you have a boyfriend on the side to keep you happy while you are keeping me miserable. Is that it Doris? You been hanging horns on me?"

I could see the shock on her face as I unloaded and it did my heart good.

"Got to go. Donna expects me at ten."

I headed for the door.

"Frank? You get your ass back here. We need to talk. We need to settle this now."

"The only thing we need Doris is for you to apologize for being an absolute bitch for the last two weeks."

I walked out into the garage and got my cable cutting tool and my cable swagger from my tool box and then went to pick up Donna. We hit a parts store and got the terminal end we needed and then drove over to Jim's place to fix her car.

On the way she asked me why I looked so sour and I was just in the right mood to tell her the entire story.

"So on top of her disliking bachelor parties she thinks you strayed last night?"

"That pretty much sums it up."

"You want me to call her and tell her what actually happened?"

"God no! That would only make it worse. She would figure that I put you up to it and that you were lying for me. As it is she thinks I with you now to have more sex."

"All I can say sugar, is that if things go south between the two of you give me a call." She looked at me for a second or so and then said, "But you won't, will you. I'm just a whore and who wants anything to do with a whore, right?"

"Don't be stupid Donna. You are a lovely woman and you seem likeable. I'm betting that we could be real good friends, but as long as I'm married it can never be any more than that. That includes any split that comes between me and my wife. I will not break my wedding vows as long as I'm still legally married to my wife. If a divorce does happen and you are still around you will be one of the first I call."

She gave me another long look and then said, "I do believe that you mean that."

"I do sweetie; I do."

She leaned over and kissed me. "I haven't met very many really nice guys in my life sugar, but you go to the top of the list of the few that I know."

We got to Jim's and I fixed her car and waited until she started and drove off before heading home. When I got home Doris wasn't there. I went out to the garage and did an oil change on the truck and when Doris still wasn't home I fixed myself some leftovers, ate and then settled down in front of the TV.

Doris came in about seven and didn't say a word as she walked through the house and into the kitchen. I heard her rattling around as she fixed herself something to eat and about twenty minutes later she came into the living room and stood there with her hands on her hips as she said:

"Want to know where I've been?"

I looked over at her and said, "No."

"Maybe I've been out looking for a stud since you have a stripper."

You need to understand my mindset at that moment. She had been a bitch to me for almost two weeks and had cut me off to try and force me to do what she wanted. I was pissed and I'd had enough so I said:

"I doubt that you were looking. Most likely you were just out fucking the guy that you have been fucking ever since you cut me off."

I looked back at the TV as she yelled, "You bastard! How can you think that of me?"

"It is just as easy for me to think that of you as it is for you to think that of me. Besides, didn't you just say you were out looking?"

She turned and left the room and I went back to watching TV. I decided to get to bed early to avoid the locked door again and I was in bed reading when Doris came into the bedroom.

"I don't want you in here with me" she said.

"Tough shit Doris. I slept on the couch last night so if you don't want to be in here with me you can sleep on the couch tonight."

She left the room and slammed the door behind her.

I was up and gone to work before Doris woke up and I rather liked the fact that I could start my day without having more bad words with her.

+++++++++++++++++++++

When I got home from work that evening as I pulled into the drive I saw a bunch of stuff scattered across the front yard. When I got out of the truck I could see that it was my clothes. My clothes!! In fact, it looked like all my clothes were on the lawn. What the fuck was Doris doing now?

The door was locked so I pt my house key in the lock and it wouldn't work. I went around back and tried that door. Same thing. Doris had locked me out of the house. That was it!!! The straw that broke the camel's back. I went back to the truck and got the tire iron from behind the seat and walked back up on the porch. Since it was Doris who was going to have to clean up the mess I used the tire iron on the large picture window and then I went into the house. I grabbed a bunch of garbage bags and went out and gather up all my clothes and put them in the back of the truck.

I went through the house and took everything that I wanted. I had a separate savings account that I put ten percent of my pay into every payday to save money for vacations so before I unhooked the computer I went online and transferred everything out of our savings and checking accounts into the vacation account that Doris didn't have access to. I used the phone to call and cancel all of our credit cards and I only kept the American Express that was in my name only that I used for business travel.

I don't know what Doris thought she was doing, but she should have known that I wouldn't sit still for it. Lock me out of the house will she? Let's just see how she likes living alone with no credit and no money except for what she made at her job.

I drove away from the house and headed for a motel close to work. I was just carrying the last of my stuff into the motel room when my cell phone rang. I looked at the display and saw that it wasn't Doris so I took the call.

"Hello?"

"Frank? This is Ray Hendrickson. I may be sticking my nose into something that's none of my business but I thought I'd let you know that Doris is at The Hitching Post with Mel Timmonds and they are being pretty chummy."

"Define chummy for me Ray."

"They are sitting side by side in one of the back booths. Mel has his arm around her and he was nuzzling her neck. She wasn't doing anything to fight him off."

"Thanks for the heads up Ray. I appreciate it."

So the cunt was finally giving Mel what he had always been after. Well fuck her!

++++++++++++++++++++++

When I got to work the next morning Stella, our receptionist, had several messages for me. Three of them were from Doris and I dropped them in the trash without reading them. I told Stella that I didn't want to take calls from Doris and to tell her I was in a meeting or out of the office.

"Then again you can just tell her that I told you that under no circumstances did I want to hear her voice and I told you not to put her through."

"Trouble on the home front?"

"Not for much longer."

About ten o'clock things slowed down enough that I could get on the phone and call a friend who had just gone through a divorce and I got the name of the attorney he used. I called and made an appointment for the next day. I wasn't quite ready for the divorce yet, but I did want to know what I was looking at if push came to shove.

There was a bar across the street from the motel and before going to my room I stopped in and had a few beers and watched the basketball game that was on their TV. I had no interest in either team, but it did give me something to do.

The next day I got the bad news from the attorney. We lived in what was called 'a no fault' state so any divorce was going to result in an even split of assets and since I made almost twice what Doris did I was going to have to pay her alimony. Also, since I would be the one filing I would, along with my attorney's fees be responsible for all court costs. In addition to that if Doris fought the divorce I could, depending on the judge, get hit with having to pay her attorney fees. The only thing I had going for me was that we had no kids.




Frank and Doris



That information kind of cooled me down. In the long run it would be cheaper to just stay married, but not live together. If Doris didn't like it then she could file and at least then I wouldn't get stuck with court costs and her attorney fees. I left the attorney's office determined to find a reasonable apartment close to work and move on with my life.

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"Good morning. Thank you for calling Benton and Associates. How may I direct your call?"

"Dorie? This is Steph."

"Hi Steph. What's up?"

"Is every thing okay with you and Frank?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You know I work in the Marston Building right? This morning I saw Frank coming out of Tucker Davidson's office."

"Why call me about that?"

"Tucker is a divorce attorney."

"Oh shit!"

"Not good huh?"

"Not good at all. I've got six lines blinking so I have to go. Can you meet me for lunch at Maxine's? Say noonish or there about?"

"Will do."

After the waitress had taken their order Doris asked, "Does this Tucker guy do anything else besides divorce?"

"No. His practice is strictly family law and that pretty much means divorces. You and Frank having problems."

"Kind of."

"It has to be a little more than "kind of" if Frank is talking to Tucker."

Doris told Steph about what had been going on."

"You have to be kidding me Dorie. As long as you have been with Frank and you don't know him any better than that? Frank would no more take part in something like that than you would pull a train at a frat house.

"But he did. Mel Timmonds called me and told me."

"Mel did what?"

"He called me and told me what Frank did."

"Why would he do that?"

"He was always trying to get with me, but I was with Frank and when I married Frank Mel told me that some day I would be sorry that I picked Frank over him. He called me to gloat. Told me that my so called loving husband was making it with two strippers."

"And you believed him?"

"Frank confirmed it the next morning. He told me he was going to meet one of the strippers and he walked out of the house."

"That doesn't sound like the Frank that I know."

Doris told Steph just how things had gone that morning and Steph said:

"And you didn't give him the benefit of the doubt that what he was telling you was true? That he was just helping some one with a car problem?"

"Why would I after hearing what Mel had to say?"

"So after a phone call you tossed Frank under the bus."

"It was more than a phone call Mel said he had pictures. After Frank left to go to the stripper I met Mel at Denny's and he described the entire evening to me. There were two strippers and Frank did both of them a couple of times. Mel must have believed that I didn't believe him so he told me had pictures and if I would meet him at the Hitching Post the next night he would show them to me."

"Why didn't he show them to you at Denny's?"

"He had put his phone on the charger and didn't have it with him. Frank was home when I got back from seeing Mel and I made Frank wonder if I was late coming home because I was out looking for some one to get even with. I shouldn't have done that because then Frank accused me of cheating on him for weeks. I ended up sleeping on the couch that night and I was so pissed in the morning I tossed all of Frank's clothes out onto the front lawn and then called a locksmith to change the locks on the house."

"How did Frank take that?"

"Not well. He broke a window to get into the house, took everything he wanted and left."

"What did he say to you?"

"I haven't been able to get in touch with him. He won't take my calls. I called a company to come and fix the window and when I paid the man with my credit card he told me it was declined and so I had to write him a check."

"I hope you were smart enough to call the bank before you wrote the check. If Frank was pissed off enough to cancel your credit cards he might have cleaned out the bank accounts too."

"Oh shit! This just keeps getting worse and worse."

"What about Mel's pictures?"

"I met him at the Hitching Post and he showed me two pictures. They showed Frank watching a couple of guys doing the stripper doggie. The only face you could see was Frank's. When I asked him if that was his proof he said no, but he wanted something before he would show me the good stuff."

"Don't tell me; let me guess. He told you that you should let him help you get even with Frank and then he would show you the photos."

"Well yes, I guess that is what he wanted."

"And did you?"

"Good Lord no! I did get a little touchy-feely with him to lead him on and get him to show me the rest of the pictures he had."

"And did he?"

"No. I wouldn't leave with him and go to his place so he wouldn't show them to me."

"Did it not occur to you that he didn't show them to you because he didn't have any more? If he did he would have shown them to you to get you even more pissed off at Frank so that you would want to get even."

"I didn't think of that."

"Did you also not think about what you were doing? The Hitching Post is the hangout for most of Frank's friends. Did you not consider that one of them might see you getting all touchy-feely with Mel and call Frank and tell him? No wonder Frank was seeing Tucker. What it is Dorie is that I think you have managed to toss your marriage into the trash can."

"I can't believe that Frank would do that."

"Dorie honey; I'm not a man so I have no idea how a man would think after going through what you have just told me you've put Frank through, but if it had happened to me I'd be signing the divorce papers even as we speak. If I were you girlfriend I'd be finding some way to get to Frank before things get any more out of hand. Assuming that you want to keep him that is."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

The intercom buzzed and I hit the button and said, "Yes?"

"I know you told me not to take messages from your wife or put her through to you" Stella said, "But there has been a development that makes that impossible."

"What development?"

"She is standing here in front of me and she says she isn't leaving until she talks to you."

"Tell her I'm busy and I'm not going to talk to her on company time."

There was a pause and then Stella said, "She said to tell you she brought a book and she will sit here and read it until you are done for the day."

I looked at my watch and saw that it was three hours until quitting time. What I was doing wasn't pressing and I could have gotten away early, but the mood I was in wasn't going to allow me to cut Doris any slack. I did need to take Stella out of the middle of things and I was going to have to talk to Doris sooner or later so I told Stella to tell Doris to enjoy her book.

At four-fifteen I received a phone call from Doris' cousin and best friend Stephanie.

"How are things going Frank?"

"They have been better Steph. What can I do for you?"

"I had lunch with Dorie today Frank and the girl is a mess. She told me what has been going on and while I agree that she has done some stupid shit I don't think it has reached the level of divorce."

"Why do you bring up divorce?"

"I saw you leaving Tucker Davidson's office and divorce is what Tucker does."

"When she told you what has been going on did she mention the cheating part?"

"She didn't cheat on you Frank. Timmonds told her he had compromising pictures of what you were doing at the stag party and he was trying to convince her that she should get even with you by screwing him. She led him on trying to get him to show her the pictures. She swears she never did anything with him and I believe her. You two need to sit down and talk Frank."

"Maybe Steph, but there is more going on than whatever she might have done with Timmonds and I'm not sure that talking is going to do anything. But you are right; I am going to have to sit down and have it out with her sooner or later. Thanks for the concern Steph, but I'm busy and need to go."

"Bye Frank. Good luck."

"Thanks Steph."

At five I saved my work, shut down the computer and went to face Doris. She looked up from her book as I entered the reception area and I noticed the worried look on her face. She stood up and I said:

"I'll meet you at the Hitching Post. We can sit in the same booth where you were making out with Timmonds and have our talk there" and I walked on by her. I stopped at a gas station on the way and filled up so Doris beat me to the bar. She was sitting in one of the back booths and I remembered that Ray said that he had seen Doris and Timmonds in one of the back booths and I wondered if she was in that booth because she took me literally when I said we could talk in the booth where she had been with Mel.

I walked over and sat down opposite Doris and when Alice came over to get our order I ordered a Bud and said:

"Separate checks Alice."

The look on my wife's face when I said that helped make my day. As Alice walked away I said:

"Okay Doris; you called this meeting. Speak your piece."

"Why did you cancel our credit cards and clean out our bank accounts?"

"Oh come on Doris; you aren't stupid. You threw all my stuff out of the house and then had the locks changed to keep me out. That told me that you didn't want me around anymore. I can take a hint so I left and as long as I was going I wasn't going to support you and pay your bills so I cancelled the cards so you couldn't run them up. As for the money in the bank? You threw me out of the house so as far as I was concerned you get to help pay for wherever I end up living. Your share of the cash that was in the bank can help pay for my move.

"Besides, you have the house and it is worth more that what was in the bank. Of course you also get to make the payments on it from now on and also you get to pay all the utilities. Might be tight on what you make, but what the hell, it is what you wanted right?"

"No Frank, it is not what I wanted. I over-reacted to your going off to see that stripper after going to that party that I didn't want you to go to in the first place. It turned out just like I knew it would. A drunken orgy."

"So what does that have to do with me? Just because it happened and I was there does that mean that I had any part of it? How about when you stop for drinks after work with the girls you work with? I know for a fact that Linda Bliss and Joyce Baker go out to the parking lot with guys they meet at the bar and spend time on back seats. Because you are there with them does that mean you do some back seat playing too?"

"That's different."

"No it isn't Doris. You are saying that I am guilty because I was there when it happened so that means that you are guilty if you are there when Linda and Joyce do their thing. I didn't do a damned thing with the two strippers that were there other than give them a ride home when their car wouldn't start. I went back the next day and fixed her car for her. All I got out of it was a kiss on the cheek and a thank you and that was fine with me because it was all I expected. And before you asked I did it because they were in trouble and I was there and could help. I've done the same for other people. Just because they were strippers I should have turned my back on them?"

"Why didn't you explain that to me?"

"Why would I waste my breath Doris? You haven't listened to a word I've said for the last two weeks so why would I expect you to listen to me explain anything to you."

"Okay Frank; I'll eat crow and admit I was wrong to do what I did."

She opened her purse, took out an envelope and slid it across the table to me.

"What is it?"

"A key to the new locks so you can come home."

I pushed it back to her and said, "I don't think so Doris. The bachelor party and the thing with the strippers is only part of the problem. There are other things I am not happy about. One of them is that I'm sick and tired of you withholding sex whenever you want to try and make me bend to your will. Another is that I'm not sure I want to live with a woman who I think cheats on me. I meant what I said Sunday morning. You like sex as much as I do and you didn't seem to be suffering after not giving me any for two weeks so I have to wonder if in fact you were going without. I think I know the answer to that after hearing about you and Mel Timmonds. And I have not forgotten that you strongly hinted at the fact that you were out looking for cock when you came home late Sunday evening and as far as I know you managed to find one before coming home. I really don't see any reason for me to come home Doris."

"Damn it Frank! You should know me better than that. I was pissed at you and I was jerking your chain. I would never cheat on you."

"That's not what I hear. My information is that Mel Timmonds helped you 'get even with me' for what you believed that I had done at the bachelor party."

"I didn't do a damned thing with Mel. Well, maybe I did do a few things to lead him on. He said he had pictures of you fucking the girls at the party and asked me if I wanted to see them and I of course said yes."

"And did you see pictures of me fucking some girls?"

"All he had were two pictures of you standing there watching. He said he had some that were a lot more explicit, but I wasn't willing to give him what he wanted to show them to me. I did kiss him twice and I didn't slap his hands away when he copped some feels, but that was all."

"You have any way to prove that Doris?"

She thought for a moment and then said, "I think I do. Your friend Ronny Thomas and his wife were there and I stopped and said hi to them as I was leaving. They can tell you that I left alone and that Mel was still there when I left."

"How do I know that you didn't meet him later? How do I know that you didn't leave alone just to throw my friends off? You know what I'm saying. "I'll leave first Mel so no one sees us leave together. I'll meet you at your place." How do I know that isn't the way it went?"

"God damn it Frank! What do you want? You want me to take a lie detector test? Fine! Set it up and I will do it."

"So tell me Doris; how does it feel to deny that something happened and not be believed?"

"It sucks Frank."

"A minute ago you said that I should know you better than to believe some of what I said. Shouldn't you have known me better also? All the years we have been together and you didn't trust me any more than you did?"

"I'm sorry Frank and looking back from this point I can see that I wasn't being very rational. There was every thing that I knew about the disastrous results that bachelor parties had on people that I knew and I just didn't want you to go. Yes, I should have known you better, but in the back of my mind there was the thought that any man, even a good man, would lose it when exposed to a naked woman willing to take on any one there. When you said that you were going to see that stripper Sunday morning it just confirmed all my fears. All I could think about was Ron leaving his wife and kids and running off with that stripper he met at a bachelor party. I was crushed Frank and you didn't make it any better. When I snapped at you you should have known how I felt. Why didn't you tell me to go with you if I thought you were going to do something wrong? Why didn't you say "Come and see for yourself" instead of taking off and leaving there thinking what I was thinking?"

"So now it is my fault Doris? I'm not buying it. Everything that has happened has been because of your actions. The fact that you pushed and pushed and it finally forced me to get my back up and push back does not make it my fault."

"Can't we just put all this behind us Frank? I love you and I need you with me. Please Frank, take the key and come home" and as she pushed the envelope with the key in it back to me she looked up and said:

"Hi Brenda."

I looked back over my shoulder and saw my favorite stripper standing there. She smiled at me and said:

"Hi Frank."

Doris looked from me to Brenda and then back to me and asked, "You two know each other?"

'Yes" I said, "And I take it that you know each other?"

"Brenda works with me. Actually that isn't really true. I work for her since she is the office manager."

I motioned for Brenda to join us and she sat down next to Doris and opposite me.

"I didn't mean to intrude, but when I came in and saw two of my favorite people sitting together I just had to come over and say hi."

"Frank is one of your favorite people? How is it that you know my husband?"

Brenda looked at me in surprise. "You and Dorie?"

I nodded a yes. The "How do you know my husband" hung in the air between us and my mind went into overdrive. Obviously Doris did not know Brenda worked nights as a stripper which told me that Brenda probably didn't want Doris or anyone else in the office to know so how to answer the question? I really didn't know Brenda or enough about Brenda to chance telling a lie that might easily be seen through so I decided that Brenda was going to have to field the question. I looked at Brenda with what I hoped was "Answer the question" on my face and I guess she caught it or had arrived at the same conclusion I had and decided that it was the way to go.

Brenda laughed and said, "I tried to steal Frank from his wife and he wouldn't give me a tumble. Here I am thinking that I'm one of the most beautiful and sexy women in this state and he wouldn't even let me give him my phone number."

"You tried to steal my husband?"

"I didn't know he was your husband. In fact he was wearing gloves so I couldn't see a ring and so I didn't know he was married. What happened was that Marsha and I were in here for drinks and some stupid idiot who had too much to drink decided that he was God's gift to women and me in particular and he kept trying to get me to dance with him. I kept saying no and he finally got verbally abusive. He said a bunch of really upsetting things and I finally got mad enough to throw a drink in his face. He raised his hand to hit me and Frank just happened to be walking by on his way out and he stepped in, grabbed the guy, subdued him and walked him out the door and into the parking lot. I heard him tell the guy that if he tried to come back in he would hurt him and then stuff him in the dumpster.

"Then he came back in and offered to walk Marsha and me to our cars to make sure that the idiot wouldn't bother us when we left. So there he was. A Knight in Shining Armor doing good deeds for a damsel in distress and he just happened to be an absolute hunk besides so I threw myself at him and he just smiled, said he was glad to help, wished me a good night and left. He did let me buy him a drink the next time I saw him in here, but try as I might that was as far as I was able to get with him. Of course it was probably a good thing he turned me down because Marsha wanted him too and we would have ended up fighting over him and would probably have ended up not being roommates any more."

"Marsha wanted my husband too? I guess I'll have to pour water on her head at work. You get a pass because it wouldn't be smart to screw with the boss."

"Good thinking girlfriend. Now that I see you two together I can see why I couldn't entice him so I don't feel so bad at being turned down."

While we were talking the band was setting up and when their first number started Brenda asked:

"Mind if I dance with my hero?"

I was pretty sure that Doris minded, but I guess she didn't want to say no to her boss so I was not surprised when she said she wouldn't mind. When I took Brenda in my arms to start the waltz I said:

"Nice save Donna, or is it really Brenda?"

"It is Brenda. I don't use my real name when I'm working parties."

"I guess that means that Missy is really Marsha?"

"That's right. Jesus Frank; I had no idea that you were Dorie's husband."




Frank and Doris



"Why would you." You have never seen us together."

"As much as she talks about you I should have recognized you just from her descriptions. Things any better between you since we last talked?"

"Actually things are worse" and I told her what had gone on since I last saw her and she was shocked.

"That's not the Doris I know. Believe me on this Frank; she would never cheat on you. When she talks about you at work it makes all the other girls mad."

"Why in the hell would the other women get mad?"

"Because according to Dorie you can do no wrong. According to her you can walk on water."

"Why would you be talking about me anyway?"

"It usually isn't about you. During one of our breaks a girl will be bitching about something her husband and boyfriend did and the other girls will jump in and talk about their men folk. Then Dorie puts in her two cents worth. That girl thinks you hung the moon and stars Frank. No way she would ever cheat on you. Get pissed and pull your chain? Probably, but cheat? Not in this lifetime."

"I don't know Brenda. Her tone of voice and the way she said what she said didn't sound at all like she was trying to pull my chain."

"I don't stop very often with the crew after work because I usually have an appointment if you take my meaning, but when I do stop with them all of us girls get hit on and Dorie has never danced more than once with any of the guys who have asked her. A few of the girls have even made trips out to the parking lot and Dorie gives them disgusted looks when they do. She won't even talk to Joyce and Linda because Linda and Joyce cheat on their husbands. There is no way that woman would cheat Frank. Absolutely no way. Whatever problems you are having Dorie's cheating on you isn't one of them."

The music stopped and as we were walking back to the booth Brenda said:

"I'm going to piss your wife off when we get back to the booth. And when I do I want you to think of this. Dorie is my friend, but if you can't work things out with her I was dead serious when I told you to give me a call."

We got to the booth and she did give me a kiss on the lips and then she picked up her purse and said she had to be going and then she said to Doris:

"Take good care of my hero. I'll see you at work."

I sat down and Doris said, "You turned her down? She was kidding when she said she was one of the most beautiful and sexy women in this state, but the fact is that she is just that and you turned her down?"

"Of course I did. I'm a married man and I made some promises in a church and in front of a hundred people and I honor my promises even if some others don't."

"God damn it Frank! I told you I would take a lie detector test if I have to. I did not cheat on you!"

"Here is my take on it Doris. You created this mess so if it gets cleaned up you get to be the one to clean it up."

I got up to leave and she said, "What do you mean Frank? Where are you going? We need to settle this Frank. You need to come home."

"Think on it some Doris; maybe you will figure it out."

I left the bar and went to my room. As I was emptying my pockets onto the dresser I saw that I had picked up the envelope with the key in it that Doris had tried to give me. Was it a sign?

+++++++++++++++++++++

The next two days were busy ones for me. I had to fly to Denver for a series of meetings and they were very productive. The outcome could lead to a nice bonus for me. I was in a good mood when I flew back home and I decided to treat myself to a celebratory dinner at my favorite steak house. 

I had been there about ten minutes when Brenda, Marsha and two men came in and were seated on the other side of the room from me. Brenda looked around the room, saw me, gave me a big smile and turned and said something to Marsha. Marsha looked over, waved and gave me a smile. I thought that the two men had to be the luckiest guys in the world to get to have those two and I wondered at why I was internally wired they way I was. I could have had both of them and had taken a pass. That thought reminded me that it had almost a month since I had been laid and it looked like it was going to be a good bit longer for me.

I was just finishing my dessert when Brenda got up and came over to my table. "Come on over and join us Frank."

"I wouldn't want to intrude on your dates."

"They aren't dates Frank. It is more of a business meeting. They are setting up a bachelor party and we are having dinner with them while working out the details. I pointed you out as a satisfied customer and they asked me to invite you over. I think they want to ask you if we are worth what we gave them as far as price is concerned."

"I didn't partake of the delights Brenda so how would I know?"

"You saw it all Frank. Did you see disappointment on anyone's face?

"No, not even a little bit."

"You don't have to tell them you didn't play. Just say that everyone there had the time of their life."

"I suppose I could do that."

I joined the group, answered the questions I was asked and apparently the men were satisfied. One of them picked up the check and they both stood up to leave. The one named Don said as he shook hands with Brenda and Marsha "We will see you Friday at seven" and then both men left.

"Okay Frank" Marsha said, "Now you are alone with two hot babes who want your body so what are you going to do?"

"Go back to my room and cry."

"Why would you do that?"

"Look ladies; if I was single I'd kill to be able to have either one of you, but I'm married and it is something that I take seriously. Cheating on my wife is something I will not do."

I saw Marsha give Brenda a look that I couldn't decipher and Brenda said:

"You can at least sit with us and have a drink or two."

"Yes, I can do that."

I had two drinks with them and then called it a night.

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I spent some time thinking about the situation with Doris and by the end of the next day I decided to swing by the house and talk some more with Doris. I was pretty sure that she was telling the truth about Timmonds, but we still needed to talk about her bad habit of cutting me off whenever she didn't get her way.

I used my new key to let myself in and as I came through the front door I heard Doris talking in the kitchen. I hadn't figured on there being any one there with here and I was all set to turn and leave when I realized that she had the phone on speaker which was something she sometimes did when she was working in the kitchen. The voice on the other end of the phone sounded like Brenda so I stopped where I was and listened.

"If you and Marsha couldn't tempt him I doubt that the strippers at that bachelor party got to him."

"I guess that it is confession time girlfriend. The story I gave you the other night about how I met Frank was pure bullshit. The truth is that Marsha and I were the strippers at that party and the story that Frank gave you was one hundred percent true. Our car wouldn't start and he gave us a ride home and then he came back the next morning and fixed the car. Marsha and I pretty much threw ourselves at him and all he would let me do was kiss him on the cheek. He was in a downer of a mood and I asked him why and I guess he felt the need to unload and he told me about how things were going between him and his wife. I did tell him that if he couldn't work things out with his wife to give me a call. Of course then I didn't know you were his wife. You have gold there girlfriend and you need to do whatever it takes to keep him." 

"My problem is that I painted myself into a corner and now I'm screwed."

"How so?"

"I told him I would take a lie detector test to prove I wasn't lying when I told him that I hadn't cheated on him with Mel. I expected that he would say no need. I mean why would I offer if I had anything to hide right? The thing is that he told me that since I was the one who made the mess that it was up to me to clean it up. I took that to mean that I should set things up and take the test."

"So do it."

"I can't. It would show that I wasn't lying when I said that I didn't do anything with Mel, but you can bet all the money you have that one of the questions would be "Have you ever cheated on your husband" and we both know I couldn't get by that one." 

"Why not?"

"Have you forgotten the three parties I worked with you way back when?"

"Oh wow. Yeah, I had forgotten them, but they were over six years ago."

"But I was married when I did them and the question would be "Have you ever cheated on your husband." I've backed myself into a corner. Now Frank is expecting me to take a test and I don't dare. I lose either way. If I take it I can't pass it and if I don't take it Frank will assume that I haven't because I knew I couldn't pass it. I'm screwed either way I go."

"I never did ask at the time, but why did you stop? You were definitely a hit with the men and you seemed to enjoy it."

"I did more that enjoy it. I loved it. I loved it so much that I wanted to do more of it, but I knew if I kept at it sooner or later Frank would have found out. I didn't matter how much I loved it and wanted it. It would have cost me Frank and I couldn't let that happen. He means the world to me."

"If you feel that way why did you do a party in the first place?"

"Frank had been gone for over three months on a project and wasn't going to be coming home for another two or three months and I was horny as hell. I was climbing walls and hearing you and Marsha talk about the fun you were having at the parties that you did made it worse. You made it sound so exciting I volunteered to help. It was mind blowing Bren and I still think about it and wish I could do it, but it was a choice between it and Frank and Frank is always going to win when I have choices to make. Oh God Bren; what am I going to do? I can't lose Frank. I just can't."

"You aren't going to like hearing this girlfriend, but you are right; you have backed yourself into a corner and the only hope I can see for you is to confess. I haven't known Frank all that long and I obviously don't know don't know him well, but he strikes me as the kind of guy who appreciates honesty. I also get the feeling from the way he acted when I threw myself at him that he loves you one hell of a lot. If I were you I would sit down with him and tell all. You are where you have nothing to lose by trying. If there is anyway I can help you let me know. Got to go. I'll see you tomorrow at work."

I quietly left the house and returned to my motel room.

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My Doris doing gangbangs at bachelor parties? I would never have believed it. Not in a million years! It certainly changed things. Doris apparently had not cheated on me with Timmonds, but she had cheated on me and big time at that.

When I had gone back with my new key it had been my intention to try and repair the breach between us, but that overheard conversation changed it. Suddenly I didn't know what I was going to do. To hell with it! I wasn't going to sit in my room and go crazy thinking about it. I grabbed my keys and drove over to the Hitching Post.

Two beers and three games of pool later I saw Mel Timmonds come in with a good looking redhead and I decided that I would try and ruin his evening. I waited until he and his lady took a seat and had their first drink delivered and then I walked over to their table.

"What's up sperm breath? I understand you told my wife you had some pictures of me doing bad things at Jim's bachelor party. She said you told her that if she would fuck you you would show her the photos. How about you show them to me? I won't fuck you to get a look at them, but the mood I'm in I'm willing to fuck you up."

"Buzz off Frank. I'm not scared of you."

"That's good dick breath. If you were afraid of me you would avoid me and I wouldn't be able to get my hands on you. Win or lose Mel it doesn't matter as long as I can put some hurt on you."

"Let's do this some other time Frank. I'm with some one now."

I turned to look at the woman and said, "Let me tell you a little story. Dirt bag here has been trying to get into my wife's pants for years. Last week we were at a bachelor party for my cousin Jim and when it was over fart face here called my wife and told her he had photos of me cheating on her with the two strippers who were at the party. He told her that if she would screw him to get even with me he would show her the pictures. As a result we are now separated. Is this the kind of guy you want to spend your time with?"

She looked at Timmonds and then back at me and said, "No, but I've got no way to get home if I walk away from him."

"Sure you do. I'll be more than happy to give you a ride, but if you don't want to chance it with me I'll give you cab fare."

"The problem is that I just got here and I've been looking forward to a night out."

"Do you shoot pool?"

"Yes."

"Then come on over and join us at the pool tables. You can shoot pool with us and when the band gets here I think Dave, Jim and I can keep you on the dance floor until you feel like leaving."

Without a word to Mel she stood up and said, "Let's go."

I looked at Mel and said, "It isn't over between us Mel. Sooner or later we will manage to get together in a place where we don't have to worry about the cops being called and one other thing. Every time I see you in here with a girl I'm going to do the same thing that I just did."

I turned and followed the redhead to the pool tables. Her name was Hanna and she was a lot of fun. Not a bad stick at the tables either. We shot pool until the band started and I asked her to dance. As we danced she asked me how much of what I'd said about Mel was true and I told her "All of it."

"You and your wife work things out yet?"

"Not yet and I don't know that we will." 

"So hooking up at me is getting back at Mel and you are hoping to get lucky to get back at your wife?"

"Not at all. Screwing things up for Mel? Yes indeed, but regardless of what my wife has done I don't cheat. I meant what I said. A no strings attached ride home or if you want I'll pt you in a taxi. I will say that if I was divorced or at least separated and going for a divorce I would be after you like a duck after a june bug."

"I think I believe you and that's weird, because I really haven't trusted married men all that much."

The tune ended and for the next two hours Dave, Jim and I kept Hanna out on the dance floor and I noticed Mel off to the side taking pictures with his cell phone. I guessed that Doris would be getting a phone call from him.

Around eleven Hanna said that she needed to be going as she had to work the next day.

"Should I call you a taxi?"

"No, I'll take you up on your offer of a ride."

We talked as I drove her home and I learned she was a legal secretary and she had met Mel when he had come in for a consultation with one of the attorneys at her firm.

"He seemed like a nice enough guy. Guess I'm not too good at spotting the bad ones."

"I don't know. I'm prejudiced because of what he tried to do to my wife, but to be honest about it there are not too many guys who wouldn't try if they thought they could get lucky."

"She's that hot?"

"Don't forget I'm prejudiced."

When I got her to her place she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and handed me a piece of paper with her phone number on it.

"I might not be too good at spotting the bad ones, but I'm dead on when it comes to spotting the good ones. If things don't work out for you give me a call."

I drove off feeling pretty good. The feeling stayed with me until I got to my room. My cell went off just as I was opening the door. The display said it was Doris. I flipped it open and said:

"Yes?"

"I need to talk with you Frank. Can you come over after work to morrow?"

"No. Can't make it tomorrow."

"How about the day after?"

"Yeah; I can do that."

"Seven? I'll make dinner."

"No dinner Doris, but I'll be there at seven."

I could have made the next day, but I had an idea that I knew what Doris was going to say and I had something that I wanted to do before talking with Doris. I dug through my wallet and found the piece of paper I was looking for. I stared at it for several seconds as I asked myself if I really wanted to do it and decided that yes, I did. Even though it was kind of late to be making a phone call I dialed the number. When she answered I said:

"I need a huge favor Brenda."

She was waiting in a booth at the back. As I sat down she said:

"Okay Frank, you have my undivided attention. You said that I might be able to help you put things back together again with Doris. I'm all ears sugar. What can I do?"

"You can tell me everything that you know about Doris. Skip all the good stuff; I just want to hear the bad. It's the bad that I have to get by."

"I don't know about that kind of stuff."

"Of course you do Brenda and you aren't going to help by lying. I know for a fact that you know about the three gang bangs she did at bachelor parties when I was up in Alaska for five months."

Her face turned white. "You know about that?"

"Indeed I do, but what I want to know is what is there that I don't know? What other things are there that I don't have a clue about. If I am going to get back together with Doris I'm going to have to grant amnesty, but I want to know just what I am pardoning. There will be no second chances. If she confesses like you suggested I want to hear it all and not just part of it. If she confesses and I find out later that there was some other stuff she didn't confess to we are done. I walk away and I don't look back. And if there is something else I'll find out sooner or later just like I found out about the bachelor parties."

"How do you know I suggested she confess?"

"Trade secret. Bottom line is that if she does confess I need to hear it all. If I grant forgiveness for what she tells me and find out later there was more it is over. So tell me about the bachelor parties and whatever else there is that you know." 

"What's to tell? You saw the one where we met and they are all pretty much the same. The only thing that changes is the faces."

"How did she get involved?" 

"All the girls at work know what Marsha and I do. We never intended them to know, but Sandi's husband attended one of the parties and he took some pictures on his cell phone. Sandi discovered the pictures and recognized us. She showed the pictures to the girls in the office and our secret was out. The reaction was totally unexpected. Instead of treating us like freaks all the girls wanted to know what it was like. How did we get started? Why were we doing it and things like that. A couple of them even said they would like to try it so Marsha and I set them up. Both did it once and both said that once was enough.

"Dorie was one of the ones who wanted to know all about it. She was always asking about what we did, how we did it and I could tell she was interested in trying, but just couldn't quite get up the nerve. One day during lunch break Dorie sat down with me and asked me why I was so down in the dumps that day and I told her. Marsha and I were set up to do a party that night and Marsha had gotten sick. I was looking at having to do twelve to fourteen guys by myself and I wasn't looking forward to it. Dorie told me that she would sub for Marsha. I asked her if she knew what she was letting herself in for and she said no idea, but that it was something that she had wanted to try since first hearing about it.

"I asked her why she was willing to risk her marriage and she told me that you had been gone for three months and wouldn't be back for at least two more and that she was horny enough to fuck a hundred men. You would never know so she wasn't risking anything. She went with me that night and she liked it. She liked it enough to do it two more times and then she said she couldn't do it any more and as far as I know she hasn't."




Frank and Doris



"I'm having trouble believing that she could go from faithful wife to pulling trains overnight. In my mind there has to have been a transition of sorts. A parking lot romance or two or maybe a short affair. I just can't see a faithful wife on Tuesday doing a gang bang on Wednesday."

"I don't know what to tell you Frank. I didn't stop every night that the girls stopped so I don't know what went on when I wasn't there, but I never saw her doing anything on the nights I was there except dance with guys that asked her and other than that I wouldn't know."

I hadn't really expected to get anything from Brenda. If she did know anything I doubted that she would tell me because she was Dorie's friend and she barely knew me. What I did expect was that she would tell Doris about our meeting and suggest that Doris hold nothing back if she was indeed to follow Brenda's suggestion and confess.

I was of a mind to try and put things back together with Doris. One thing was clear in that overheard speaker phone conversation. Doris loved me and didn't want to lose me. Yes, she had cheated on me, but it was six years ago and she had quit as soon as she realized that what she was doing could somehow get back to me and cost her me and her marriage. 

I was pissed that she had cheated and extremely pissed at the way she had done it. Bachelor party gang bangs for Christ's sake! But again, it was six years ago and it hadn't hurt us any. In fact, I suppose you could even say that some good came out of it. Before I went to Alaska Doris would suck my cock, but would never let me cum in her mouth. I couldn't eat her pussy and anal sex was strictly forbidden. She wouldn't even do doggie. 

After I got back from Fairbanks that had gradually changed. Doris wanted to try other positions and decided that she liked cow girl and doggie. She started swallowing and told me she would like to see what it was like to have her beaver munched on. When I asked why the sudden change she told me about some articles she had read in Cosmopolitan and some other magazines like that about how to spice up your sex life and she decided to try them. Then she told me that after hearing some of the girls she worked with talk about anal and how great it was she wanted to try it at least once. All three then became a regular part of our love making. At the time I accepted what she said, but looking back at things it was easy to see that the real reason was that she had done those things during her gangbangs and had liked them. So I was already in a 'forgive' mood when I showed up at the house for my meeting with Doris, but I guess it was really more of a 'see if you can forgive' mood than anything else. There was still one other issue that was going to have to be addressed if we got by Doris' confession if indeed that is what our meeting was all about.

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I rang the doorbell and waited. I rang it a second time and waited some more. I was getting ready to ring it a third time and then said, "Fuck it!" and turned and headed for my truck. I heard the door open behind me and Doris call out:

"Where are you going Frank?"

"When you wouldn't answer the door I figured that you changed your mind about talking so I'm leaving."

"I didn't answer the door because this is your house. All you had to do was open the door and walk in."

"This isn't my house Doris. Have you already forgotten that you tossed all my stuff out onto the lawn and locked me out?"

"Let's not fight Frank. Please, just come on in."

Once inside she asked me if I wanted to sit in the living room or the kitchen and I chose the kitchen. I sat down at the table and Doris went to the fridge and got two beers. She opened them and set one down in front of me. I took a pull on the bottle, set down on the table and then said:

"Okay Doris; you called this meeting so have at it."

She stared at her beer bottle for a few seconds and then she looked at me and said:

"I need you to believe me when I tell you that I love you. I do Frank; I do love you and losing you is going to kill me. I have pretty much accepted that I've lost you and I have no one to blame but me. I did myself in the other night when I told you that I would take a lie detector test to prove to you that I didn't have sex with Mel Timmonds. I would have passed that test Frank. That is I would have passed it if the only question would have been "Have you ever had sex with Mel Timmonds." But the next day while I was looking for some one to give me the test it dawned on me that there would be more questions than just that one and that one of the questions would probably be "Have you ever cheated on your husband?" I couldn't get by that one Frank. I have cheated on you, but it was a long time ago. I put it behind me and in truth it didn't hurt our marriage at all. If anything it helped make it better because it showed me how much I stood to lose if you ever found out. I know that it probably sounds stupid, but cheating on you actually made me a better wife to you. It even sounds dumb to me when I say it, but it is the truth. I did become a better wife or at least I think I did."

She looked at me as if she expected me to say something, but I just sat there, drank my beer and waited for her to get back to talking. When she realized I wasn't going to speak she said:

"It happened six years ago when you were in Alaska on that temporary assignment. I was so used to us making love four and five times a week that going without sex was pretty much killing me and after about two months I started thinking about having an affair. I thought long and hard on it. I decided to do it since you were way to hell and gone up in Alaska and would never know. I dated a couple of times but when it came time to fish or cut bait I backed away from it. I know myself pretty well Frank and I knew that if I got into a relationship I would become emotionally involved and I didn't want that. I wasn't looking to replace you; I just wanted to get laid. I did do some heavy necking and a couple of times I did get a little carried away. I gave one guy a hand job while he sucked my tits and another guy got a blow job while he finger fucked me. I just could not bring myself to go all the way.

"I was in a bad place. I wanted it. I needed it. I craved it, but I could bring myself to take the last step and do it. I could not trust myself not to become emotionally involved. Then a chance to get laid without any possibility of emotional involvement came up. Not only would there be no chance of emotional involvement, but it would allow me to live out a fantasy that I'd had for a while."

She looked at me expectantly, probably waiting for me to say something about fantasies, but I just sat there so she went on.

"You have met Brenda and while you would never suspect it of her she works evenings as a stripper and she does bachelor parties. One of the girls found out about it and we all stared asking her about it. The more I heard her say about it the more I wondered what it would be like. I started having fantasies about it. I sounded so damned exciting, but all they were Frank were fantasies. I fantasized that I was dancing naked in a room full of men who were all trying to get their hands on me. I fantasized pulling a train and being fucked by a room full of men. I never expected to ever do something like that, but I was thinking about it all the time.

"Becky and Karen wanted to try it and they talked Brenda into setting it up for them. They both said it was mind blowing and that they loved doing it, but once was enough for them. Even as horny as I was I doubt that I'd have ever gotten up the nerve to ask Brenda to set up one for me, but one day she was in a downer of a mood and I asked her why and she told me that Marsha, another girl I work with, who worked parties with her was sick or something and couldn't make it to one of their scheduled parties. Brenda was upset because she was going to have to handle at least twelve guys all by herself and she wasn't looking forward to it. To this day I have no idea what prompted me to do it but I volunteered to take Marsha's place for the party. It was just like Becky and Karen had said. It was mind blowing and I loved it. I loved it so much that I did it two more times and I wanted to do even more, but I suddenly woke up to the fact that I wouldn't be able to hide doing things like that. If I kept on doing it you would have eventually have found out and I knew what you would do when it happened. 

"I couldn't take the chance. I couldn't lose you Frank; I just couldn't. You were my world. I have never loved anyone or anything as much as I love you. So I walked away from the parties even though I loved doing them. What I saw at those parties is also the reason I was so against your going. I saw how men reacted in that kind of environment. It has been years since then, but I still think about the three I did and wish there was some way I could have both."

"Both?"

"Be able to do the parties and still keep you. But here we are six years later and the damned parties have ended up costing me you and I have only myself to blame. If I hadn't done that garbage with Mel and then pulled that stupid move of trying to make you think I went out to get even with you I wouldn't have put myself in the position of having to take a lie detector test. A test that I couldn't possibly pass. I'm sorry Frank. I am so sorry for what I've done to us."

I looked at her long and hard and then I said, "Take the test Doris. If you can show me that your three parties and the hand job and blow job you say you gave are the only times you have cheated I'll come back and we can talk some more."

I got up and left the house. I believed her, but even though I believed her I felt the need to make her suffer. I was as horny when I was in Alaska as she was here at home, but I kept my dick in my pants and behaved myself because I had a loving and faithful wife at home waiting for me or so I believed at the time. Letting her sit alone in the house thinking that she had lost me would be at least a little payback. Some might have said, "Okay, she owes me so I'll just call up Brenda and Marsha and even the score" but I just wasn't made that way. Curse the rotten luck!

++++++++++++++++++++

The next day at four Stella buzzed me on the intercom. "You still ducking calls from your wife?"

"No. Go ahead and put her through."

The phone rang and I picked it up. "Yes?"

"It's Doris Frank. I've found someone to give me the test. He wants to talk to you so you can tell him what you want to know so he can ask the right questions. His name is Josh Barnham and his number is 713-555-1863. If you call him by noon tomorrow he will be able to set up the test for 10 a.m. Thursday and have the results ready by mid to late afternoon."

"All right Doris. I'll call him as soon as you hang up."

"I love you Frank. I really do."

"Sure you do Doris, sure you do" I said as I disconnected. 

I called Barnham, explained the situation and what my concerns were and what I needed to know and when I was done talking with him I called my cousin Lou who was a cop and asked him to find out what he could about Barnham. He called me back at six and told me that the department used Barnham a lot and that he had a pretty good reputation. I went to my room feeling that I was going to get a legitimate test. If Doris passed it I'd have another meeting with her. And if she didn't? Well, I was already moved out.

The next two days went by quickly and at noon on Thursday I received a call from Doris telling me that she had taken the test and had signed a release so that Barnham could give me the results. She had to sign the release since she was paying for the test and not me. I didn't expect to hear from him until Friday since Doris had told me the results wouldn't be available until mid to late afternoon so I was surprised when Barnham called me at two-fifteen.

"The results were conclusive. Other than the instances that she told you about she tested as truthful when it came to any other instances of unfaithfulness. I hope that this does help to ease your mind."

"It does. Thank you for the call."

I had no sooner walked out of the office when my cell went off. It was Doris. 

"You get the results?"

"Yes."

"You coming home?"

"I'll stop by tomorrow and we'll talk."

"Tomorrow? Why can't you come tonight?"

"I still have some things I need to think through. Tomorrow at seven?"

"No way I can talk you into tonight?"

"No way. I'll see you tomorrow" and I hung up. I spent the night in my room thinking on what I was going to say to Doris. She wasn't out of the woods yet. True, she had passed the lie detector test, but I had one other problem with her that would have to be worked out before I got back with her.

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The next day I was walking up the front seeps at seven and I wasn't to the top step when Doris opened the door. "Kitchen?" she asked and I nodded a yes and we headed that way. She got two beers out of the icebox and we sat down at the table. I took a drink of the Bud and then said:

"You passed the lie detector test, but the fact still remains that you did cheat on me while I was in Alaska. I listened to you give your reasons, but I have to tell you that those reasons cut no ice with me. I was suffering from the same lack of sex that you were, but I kept my dick in my pants just like I promised I would when I took my wedding vows. I don't know what pisses me off the most, the fact that you cheated or the way you cheated. I have spent a lot of time thinking about it and I have decided that I can get by it since you never did again and the last six years for the most part – the most part Doris – have been good years and until recently I've had no reason to doubt your love for me and I will admit that I've gotten some benefit out of your cheating gangbangs. I've gotten better blow jobs and I've gotten to do anal and I know that they are because you did them during your gang bangs and either found that you liked them or at least decided that you could put up with them.

"Did you catch that "For the most part" Doris? There have been parts of those years that have sucked and what I have to decide now is whether or not I want to put myself back in a position where those things that sucked can happen again. We can go back to my Alaskan trip. I stayed true and you didn't. I was hurting from the lack of sex as much as you were, but I suffered and kept to my vows. The thread between then and now Doris is that I suffer when there is a lack of sex. I man up and tough it out. There have been several times over the past few years, most recently the bullshit over Jim's bachelor party, where you have used sex as a weapon against me. Whenever you have done that I have suffered in silence when every atom in my body was screaming out "You don't have to take this shit dummy; go out, find a woman and get laid" but I never have because I believe in the vows I took.

"I am sick and tired of you using sex to punish me or to try and get me to do what you want. I admit that your body is yours and you get to be the one who determines what to do with it. I know that there are going to be times I'm going to want to make love and that you aren't going to feel like it. I realize that there will be times you won't be feeling well or will have a headache and won't feel like making love. I can accept that, but I am done with you using your cunt as a weapon against me.

"So that's where we are now. You know my position and you need to give some thought to how you want to proceed."

'I'll never do it again Frank. I swear to God I'll never do it again."

"No Doris, that won't work. I don't want you saying that just after I've hit you with it. I want you to take some time and really think about it. Make sure that you can make the commitment and stick with it because if we do get back together and you pull that shit on me again I'll be gone and they will not be any more talking. So think long and hard on it Doris. I'll give you a call in a couple of days and we will talk again."

"I don't need time to think on it Frank."

"Maybe you don't think you do, but I think you do and I'm the one who is going to have to take the gamble on whether or not to get back with you. I pay for my motel room by the week and I'm paid up until Sunday. I'll call you sometime Sunday" and I got up and left.

I was being an asshole and I knew it. I didn't need to stall her until Sunday, but I needed the satisfaction of seeing her suffer a little given all the shit she had put me through. I left the house and headed for the Hitching Post. I drank beer and shot some pool until I felt it was time to call it a night.

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Saturday I ran some errands, hit a laundromat and washed my dirty clothes. That evening found me back at the Hitching Post. I was drinking beer and shooting pool when a voice behind me said:

"Why are you over here playing this silly game when you could be dancing with me?"

I turned and found Hanna standing there.

"Good question" I said and handed my pool cue to Sam and said, "You win Sam" and then I led Hanna out onto the dance floor.

"I was surprised when you never called after taking me home the other night."

"Why? I told you my situation."

"Yeah, but I thought that it was just a line you fed girls to get them to let down their guard."

"Sorry, but it was the truth."

"I've been watching since you got here and I haven't seen a woman. Still haven't worked it out?"

"Getting close. Maybe tomorrow."

"Okay then; I've got you until tomorrow."

"Till tomorrow?"

"At least until this place closes or either of us decides to leave."

The song ended and I walked her back to her table and joined her. We danced a couple more dances and we had just sat down after a waltz when she said:

"Do you know those two women over there? They haven't taken their eyes off of us since they got here."

I looked toward where she was looking and saw Brenda and Marsha sitting at a table. When I looked they both waved and I waved back.

"Just two more members of my fan club. With you that makes a total of three. Now that I've seen them you are going to have to share me with them."

"Why?"

"Because they work with my wife and if we don't join them they will assume that I'm dating you and I wouldn't want them telling that to Doris."

I got up ands walked over to Brenda and Marsha and asked them if they would like to join me and Hanna at our table.

"Won't that cramp your style" Marsha asked.

"No style to cramp. Just a girl I know who asked me to dance."

"You here alone" Brenda asked.

I nodded a yes and then said, "I came in to shoot some pool and drink some beer and Hanna decided that she wanted to rescue me."

"I take it you haven't worked things out with Doris yet" Brenda asked.

"We've talked and we might be making some progress. I'll know in a day or two."

Brenda raised her eyebrows and I said, "She took your advice. I know all about it now and yes, I can get by it, but we still have an issue that needs to be worked out."

"What advice" Marsha asked Brenda. "I'll tell you later" Brenda said.

"So how about it? You going to join us?"

Brenda looked at Marsha and Marsha shrugged. Brenda said, "I guess we will have to if only to keep you out of the girls clutches and protect Doris' interests."

"Bullshit" Marsha said. "I'm doing it to make sure that she doesn't have a clear field if Frank doesn't work things out with Doris. As far as I'm concerned we have first dibs on Frank."

The three of us went over and joined Hanna and I made the introductions. I spent the rest of the evening dancing with the three of them. When I danced with Brenda she naturally wanted to know what was going to happen between me and Doris.




Frank and Doris



"The odds are that Dorie and I will be back together when you see her at work on Monday. It isn't a hundred percent certainty, but it is close. I may be wrong. I gave her an ultimatum and if she accepts it we will be back together. If she doesn't, we won't."

"You do know that there will be several upset women if you and Doris do get back together don't you?"

"That doesn't seem likely."

"Oh but it is. Marsha likes Doris, but she is hoping that the two of you don't get back together so that she might have a chance at you. The young lady you just introduced us to is obviously smitten with you and then of course there is me. Doris is a good friend and I'd never try and steal you from her, but if the two of you were to split up I'd be after you in a heart beat."

"Well just between you and me, if Doris and I do break up and Marsha, Hanna and you are still available you will be the winner."

She smiled, kissed me and we went back to the table when the song ended. Shortly after that I called it a night and went back to the motel.

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I slept late the next morning and when I got up I went up the street to the IHOP for breakfast. I went back to the hotel room and debated packing, but then decided not to take anything for granted.

At noon I called Doris. 

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"When are you coming home?"

"What did you decide?"

"Damn it to hell Frank; you damn well know what I decided. It will never happen again. I swear it. Please come home."

"Look for me around five. I've got some packing to do."

"I'll have dinner ready."

As I packed I wondered if she could do it. Women are hard-wired to use sex to get what they want, but I had meant what I'd said. I guess only time would tell. 



Frank and His Little Secret



The first day of Summer...



I remember that day very clearly. It was the day after I had graduated from high school, and I could not have been any happier to not have to go to that hell-hole any more. I had never been crazy about the school to begin with, and the week I had to endure between my Senior Prom and the last day of school was sheer torture.

Everybody was laughing at me during those last few days, or at least that was the way it seemed to me. I felt like everybody either knew what happened or was being told the story when I saw them grouped together.

The embarrassment was a result of what happened at the Prom, or should I say after the Prom. I had managed to secure a date at the last minute, and even though I didn't really like the girl much, at least it was a date.

The Prom itself wasn't bad, and as I waited for Lisa, my chubby date who had acne and wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer either, to get out of the bathroom, one of my classmates stopped on his way out the door to wish me luck.

"She puts out, Cocktail," Rick Peters informed me while his date rolled her eyes in disgust. "Split her in two, big guy."

Cocktail is a nickname that I was blessed with when high school started, and I'll explain that in a bit. So I leave with Lisa, and we go to the place where a lot of people go to make out. Since this was just about my first date, I only knew about it from hearing others talk.

Lisa apparently knew, because she was climbing in the back seat even before the car had stopped. My heart my racing as I joined her, happy that I had thought to buy condoms because it was looking good for me.

We necked up a storm, and in a few minutes I'm squeezing Lisa's tit like a bike horn. Only one other boob had been in my hand up till then, and while it wasn't a great tit, kinda small for a big girl, I was in heaven.

It was then that I felt Lisa's hand groping my crotch, and then pulling down my zipper. This was a moment I had waited 18 years for, and I was filled with a combination of excitement and dread when Lisa's pudgy hand reached into my briefs and grabbed my erection.

We were kissing at the time, with our tongues dueling, so Lisa couldn't laugh right then and there. She snorted though, and when I opened my eyes hers were open.

"Sorry," my date said, and then she started giggling and apologizing.

My cock deflated in her hand, and after a minute of her pulling to try to get it back to life, I told her to forget it. I took her home, and she said she had a good time. I did too, I lied, and after she went inside her house I drove down the street until I was crying so hard I couldn't see and had to pull over.

I suspect Lisa must have called everybody she knew by the end of the weekend. Maybe she didn't, and it was only my paranoia was just working overtime, but I doubt it.

My nickname - given to me by wise guys after seeing me in the showers back before I stopped taking gym - was Cocktail. As in Cocktail Frank. Get it? I have a small dick, and while I guess I knew that already, seeing all the other guys with their cocks swinging around reinforced my suspicions.

For whatever reason, they made you take a shower after gym, even though it was only a 45 minute class. After you deduct the time it took to dress and undress that didn't leave time to even break a sweat, but shower you must. The frigging gym teacher even stood there checking names off when you went in.

After that year I managed to get a doctor to write me an excuse to get me out of gym glass, so I didn't have to endure the humiliation of being seen naked with all my shortcomings exposed.

I'm 6' tall and weigh 170 pounds, and I wear size 13 shoes. So much for that theory about big feet indicating a big cock. Cocktail frank is a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much. My dick is about the size of a hot dog. Barely more than four inches long when erect, which seems to be most of the time, and if thickness really is what counts, I lose there too. 

So I graduated from high school and now as summer began I was looking forward to college, where at least I would have a fresh start as Frank Ballard, instead of Cocktail Frank, and you aren't required to let the world see you naked three times a week.

I was celebrating the start of my summer vacation in my bedroom, still wearing my pajamas even though it was almost noon. My pajama bottoms were around my ankles and I was peeking out through the blinds at the object of my desire, who was out in the backyard doing some gardening.

I was so close that when the woman stood up and wiped her brow with the back of her hand I could see the faint peach fuzz under her arm, and then when she knelt back down I could see most of her tits as she leaned forward and that action made the top of the scoop neck blouse drop down.

Her boobs aren't very big and they droop a little bit too, probably because she just turned 50 recently, but I think she's hot anyway. Her hair is medium brown with some grey sneaking in recently. She's been divorced for over 5 years and she never dates. I would know if she did, because I know Barbara Ballard very well. She's my mom.

So there I was looking down my mother blouse to see as much of her 34A's as I could, waiting for just the right moment to cum when she got up and went over to the picnic table to get something. While she was out of sight, I slowed down the motion of my thumb and index finger because I was ready to cum, and decided when she came back to her roses I was going to pop my load.

"Come on Mom," I muttered to myself while leaning against the wall, because I was dripping like a faucet, and it was then that I happened to glance over to the doorway.

"Shit!" I said as I tried to pull my pajamas up and cover myself in the process.

It's just the two of us at home since my asshole father left us, so with Mom out in the yard I hadn't bothered to close the door. Besides, the floorboards creak so much you can even hear Mack the cat walking, so how she managed to make it down the hall without me knowing escapes me. Guess I was too wrapped up in the act of jacking off to notice her approach.

What was worse was that she didn't just walk past the room, she was standing there, frozen in place, and she saw what I was doing. I know she saw my dick, and while at least she didn't laugh like Lisa had, the look on her face spoke volumes.



*** 



"Oh. Sorry," Mom said as I belatedly tried to cover up and turn away at the same time.

That was not a good idea, because if there was anyway to possibly make this nightmare worse, I managed it.

My grab at attempting to yank up the pajama bottoms bunched at my ankles failed, partly because my vision was blurred from the sweat that had been pouring down my face, and suddenly I was lurching forward.

Maybe I could have caught my fall if I had let go of my dick, but by the time I thought about it my forehead was already making solid contact with the side of my dresser. 

I suppose it could have been worse if I knocked my teeth out instead, but at that moment I wished that the fall had killed me instead of knocking me for a loop and raising a sizable lump above my left eye.

The next thing I remember was Mom kneeling next to me on the floor, pressing a cold cloth to the golf ball-sized lump that was going to be a week-long reminder of my humiliating first day of summer.

"Are you okay, Frank? my mother was asking. "What day is it?"

"Ma," I whined. "I'm alright."

"Just sit there and relax for a minute," Mom said as she kept pressing the cloth on my head and keeping the back of my head against the side of the dresser where I had landed.

I did what I was told, and in a few seconds when my vision cleared and looked at Mom, whose eyes were elsewhere. I started to make a grab to cover what Mom was looking at, but what was the point?

"It's like a penis, only smaller," I quipped, and Mom blushed when I caught her staring at my now deflated dick.

Maybe it was nostalgic for her, because without a little hair above it, my dick probably didn't look all that much different than it did 18 years ago when she used to powder and diaper that area.

"Boys," Mom said, shaking her eyes and finally taking her eyes away from my peanut. "You boys always make so much of that sort of thing."

I winced when she spoke, because while she was trying to be nice, it was what she didn't say that I caught. She didn't say, "Frank, you're crazy. It isn't small," because even though I would have known it was bullshit, it was better than her admission that I was hung like a horse. A sea horse.

"Right," I said while struggling to my feet and letting Mom help me sit down on the bed.

"You know, one day you're going to laugh about this," Mom suggested.

"Wanna bet?"

"Maybe we should go to the Emergency Room," Mom said. "You might have a concussion."

I proceeded to rattle off every fact that I could think of about me; the time of day I was born, the various address and phone numbers we had growing up, and I guess that convinced her that at least mentally, I was sound.

"Okay then," Mom said. "You just relax the rest of the day then." Mom started to leave the room but stopped and looked at the window where she had caught me whacking away.

"Marci?"

"What?"

"Marci Fraser," Mom said, gesturing out the window towards next door. "I was just curious. But didn't she..."

"She got married last month and moved out," I said of our next door neighbor, a red-headed girl with a big ass.

"Then who?" Mom started to ask, glancing out the window, and then it struck her.

She was asking who the inspiration was for me becoming a wild-eyed pervert jerking off like a chimp, and I guess all of a sudden she figured it out.

"Oh Frank! You were looking at me? You think I'm hot? Oh honey, let's fuck!" would be the kind of thing that only a fiction writer could come up with.

My Mom's reaction was nothing like that. Instead she turned and looked at me, made a little gasp and then put her hand up to her collarbone.

"Yell if you need anything," she said as she scurried out the door, probably to spray herself with disinfectant and say the rosary a few thousand times while trying to figure out what Oprah would do.

"Sorry," I said as she left, and that seemed to fit just about everything that had happened.



***



"Frank honey? Are you okay?"

I had been sitting in front of the computer in my room, and I must have been daydreaming because the screen was blank.

"Fine Mom."

"I've been thinking," Mom said, and when she said that I cringed and braced myself for the worst.

"Is that right, Mom?"

"Yes honey. About your little - uh - problem," Mom said nervously, and I managed to get in a moan before she continued. "I've looked on the Internet and there seems to be a number of things that you can do to help make - help increase..."

"Make my cock bigger?" I said bluntly. "First of all, it's bullshit. All of it. There is no magic pill or device to increase the size of a penis."

"But how can they sell all of this?" 

"The same way they sell things to make boobs bigger," I explained. "Thieves."

"Oh. I remember those," Mom said. "As a matter-of-fact when I was in high school I sent for a bottle of cream that was supposed to increase your bust, and that obviously didn't work."

The thought of my Mom rubbing cream on her little titties excited me a great deal, but I explained that boobs aren't like a penis, because while guys like boobs of all sizes, size counts when it comes to the cock.

"Well I never - I mean - I didn't have all that much experience with a lot of men, but that sort of thing didn't bother me. I suspect it matters a lot more to boys than it does girls."

"Was Dad built like me?" I asked, and as Mom hemmed and hawed I repeated the question.

"Well no, not really, but..."

"Were any of the men you've been with have dicks as small as mine?" I asked, wondering how many cocks Mom had dealt with over the years.

"I never went and measured them," Mom said, clearly flustered, but I was way more upset than she was. "Girls don't care..."

"That answers my question," I replied, and when Mom started to protest I cut her off again.

"Mom! The girl I took to the Prom laughed at me. She took my dick out and couldn't stop laughing!" I practically screamed. "Don't tell me that girls don't..."

That was the end for me, because I lost it, and even though Mom had annoyed and infuriated me with what she was saying, I was glad to be able to fall into her arms and let out a lifetime of frustration. I drenched her shoulder with tears, and when I was all cried out she apologized.

"I'm sorry for upsetting you. I didn't know about that girl - how dare she? She was no prize. She'll never find a guy half as nice as you are," Mom said. "I won't go on with this except to say that I know it matters to you, but it really isn't that important. Not as important as the things that really make a man a man."

"Maybe," I mumbled.

"Don't know why I am saying this, but I was with four guys before I met your father, and the boy who was the best in bed - best by far - wasn't built very much different than you," Mom said. "I swear."

"Why did you break up with him?"

"He broke up with me," Mom said, and then added something that made us both laugh. "Maybe my boobs weren't big enough." 

"He lost out then."

"Right!" Mom said with a smile. "So I met your father, who was hung like a horse but couldn't keep the thing in his pants."

That was a bit of an eye-opener, both the fact that my old man had a big one and the part about him screwing around on Mom. I was too young at the time to know the details of them splitting up, but since I rarely saw him, that absence didn't hurt as much anymore.

"Fuck him."

"Frank..."

"Worthless piece of shit and sorry excuse for a father and a man," I spat out. "Good thing I rarely see him."

"Well please don't mention any of this when you do get together," Mom said. "He is your father."

"I won't, but he was an idiot to screw around on somebody as pretty and nice as you," I said, and that made Mom smile, and we hugged again before she left the room.

As we embraced I wished that I was the old man, big dick or not, because the chances of me finding a woman like that were slim and none.



...



A couple of weeks passed, and college was right around the corner. I tried to look at it as a chance to make new friends and lose old nicknames, but the fact was that I was thinking that I'd better do really well in school and get a great job, because then maybe I'd find a girl who wanted a nice house so bad she'd overlook a tiny pecker on her husband.

One day, I got home and saw a box on my bed. I didn't remember ordering anything, and there was a handwritten note attached in my Mom's writing.

Frank honey, Who knows? Nothing ventured? Love, Mom

I opened the cardboard container, and after I dug the box out of the foam pellets I shook my head and had to laugh.

The box had a picture of a guy that looked like a Neanderthal with a cock that hung down to his knees, and he was holding in his hand what he claimed to be the secret behind his enormous organ.

The Humunga Tron 3000.

My mother had bought me a penis pump. A big plastic tube with a rubber sleeve on the bottom, and a little hose with a bulb attached. The idea was that you put your dick inside the rubber sleeve and squeezed the bulb. This would increase the size of your dick, according to the manufacturer.

Correct to a point. The suction would help you get hard, and might make you a little bit bigger for a time, but that was it. Once the vacuum seal was broken, you were back to being you, whatever that was. If you did it long enough it would probably make you cum, or so I had heard, but it wasn't going to change anything.

I put it back in the box and put it away, because I had no plans on using it, although I supposed that I might give it a try some night if I was bored, but that was it.

It was fun to watch Mom waiting for me to run up to her and tell about how great it worked. The suspense was killing her that night at dinner, and she was even more spastic the next day, figuring that I had to have used it late last night after dinner.

I said nothing, and went to my room to study on the computer. The object of my study were some trailers for the Lesbian Seductions movies, and I was intensely watching a woman my mother's age trying to take a girl's anal temperature with her tongue when I saw Mom standing in the doorway.

"Honey, did you see the box I left on your bed yesterday?" she asked, as if I could have missed it.

"A box?" I said, minimizing the lesbians on my screen while I pretended to be thinking. "Oh yes! The box."

"Well?" Mom said, well aware that I was screwing around with her but remaining as calm as she could.

"Well what?"

"How did it work?"

"Didn't use it."

"Frank," Mom whined.

"Look Mom, I love you so much, but you wasted your money. Those things don't work. trust me."

"Did you see the man on the box?" Mom said.

"He was either born that way or it was a photo-shopped picture," I said, explaining that what she had spent her money on it was a vacuum device, and while it might make you hard and even make you orgasm, it had no effect in the long run.

"And trust me, I know," I ended. "If they actually worked, I would have bought a few of them and would be tripping on my dick about now."

"Still, it would have been nice if you just tried it at least once. You never know, Frank," Mom said, trying to give me a pep talk. "It might actually work."

"You want to find out if it works?" I said, having been prepared for this. "You try it."

"Me? How can I try it?"

"You put it on me, and we'll see if it works."

"That's crazy Frank," Mom scoffed. "That's something that's private."

"Well, I'm not going to put the thing on," I assured her. "Not now, not ever."

Mom left the doorway, and I resumed looking at some older lesbian devouring the pussy of a girl about my age, hoping to have heard the last of this, although the banter had been fun.

"Frank?" It was Mom in the doorway again, and when I looked up she said, "Alright. I'll help you do it."

"Help me?" I said, stunned at what I was hearing.

"I'll do it for you," Mom said. "I hate to just throw the money away when it actually might work. It could, you know? It seems to make sense, and there was a doctor on the ad that claimed it did wonders for him."

"Mom, I love you so much, but really, it won't work."

"Do you want me to do it or not, Frank?"

I was being backed into a corner, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that Mom was just calling my bluff. She was trying to get me to say that if she left me alone I would use it just to shut her up, so I decided to call her bluff of my bluff.

"Fine," I said, getting up and retrieving the box from the hiding place way in the back of my closet, because the thought of a friend stopping by and seeing that would have been the final straw.

I put the box on the bed and peeled my t-shirt up over my head before undoing my belt, waiting for Mom to run back down the hall, but she stayed in place so I dropped my slacks down.

After I bent down and took my slacks from around my ankles, when I straightened up I knew Mom would not be there in the doorway, but she was, and when she did start to move she only did so to close the bedroom door behind her and lock it.

I stood there, fiddling with the elastic of my briefs, not believing that Mom was not only still there, but was going over to close the blinds.

We lived alone, so this locking of the door and blocking the view from the window was silly, but there she was doing it and then waiting for me to drop my briefs, although she was looking over my shoulder and not down as I did.




Frank and His Little Secret



"Get on the bed, Frank," Mom said, and I covered myself as I did so because the Internet erection I had been sporting was long gone, and now in fright my dick was trying to crawl into my intestines.

How embarrassing. After all, at least before when she saw me jerking off I had a hard on, so at least I resembled a man, but the peanut I was sporting now was nothing to be proud of, so my hand stayed cupped over my dick.

"Seems easy enough," Mom said as she looked at the tube and the instructions, and along with noticing her hands were shaking I could detect the scent of alcohol.

Mom must have gone out to the kitchen for a drink before coming back to my room, and my only thought was that I wished she had brought me back one too, because I needed one more than she did.

"What's this? Oh! They even give you a tube of lubricant with it," Mom said, holding up a little thing that was smaller than a lip balm, but Mom seemed pleased that she got a free sample for the 100 bucks or whatever she had spent for the thing.

We figured out the logistics of this operation, and decided that I would hold the tube over me, and after Mom put my dick in the sleeve she would pump the bulb and create the vacuum.

I had been trying to think of something to make me hard, but I was so scared that nothing was working, not even the couple of tugs I had given myself while Mom was examining The Humunga Tron 3000, and now her oiled fingers were waiting for me to do my part by getting hard. 

Nothing. Not even the sight of Mom's greased fingers coming down and oiling my dick, something I thought would make me cum on contact, was not working. I looked down at myself, and it struck me that the shaving of the hair around my dick, which was something I had always done to make myself appear bigger just in case, only looked silly.

"Lower it down, honey," Mom was saying, and she spent a couple of minutes trying to push my dick into that nozzle.

It sure as hell wasn't because of the size of my dick, but it soon became clear that you at least had to get a little ways into the thing in order to get a vacuum to happen. 

"Relax honey. Don't get frustrated," Mom said, and I guessed my emotions were becoming obvious as Mom struggled to push my little jello-like dick into the hose. "If we just get you a little aroused..."

"Take your blouse off," I whispered, and when Mom looked up at me in shock, I repeated it. 

"Please. take your blouse off. Your blouse and your bra. Let me look at you."

"Frank, that's just too much," Mom said, having let go of my dick as she tried to tell me no. "That is crazy. I can't do..."

"Mom, you just greased up my dick, and you're trying to stick it in a penis pump," I ranted. "I think we passed the crazy stage a while back."

"But still - I mean - looking at me won't help anything," Mom babbled. "That wouldn't make any man aroused. Not at my age. I mean..."

"That's how we got to here," I reminded her. "Remember? I was up here jerking off while waiting for you to get back in the chair so I could finish myself off while looking down your top."

"Still..."

"I've practically seen them already, in little peeks," I explained. "You wear a 34A bra, slightly padded. Your breasts are about the size of apples, and they sag a little. Your aureoles are really big and crimson, and you have have fat nipples too."

Mom's face was crimson as I babbled on about her, detailing every intimate thing about her, from the brand of tampons that she used to the deodorant she wore and the razor she used to shave her legs and armpits, "On Friday mornings," I added.

"Haven't gone to church in a couple of months," Mom mumbled, and then she was unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off her shoulders, giving me one last look before closing her eyes and reaching back and unhooking her bra.

Watching those cups come off and seeing Mom's breasts ease down was more erotic than any website I had visited, and while they weren't big and far from firm, they were the most beautiful breasts in the world to me.

"Mom," I said softly as she kept her eyes closed. "Look at me, Mom."

It seemed at lot of effort for her to open her eyes, and when our eyes met and I told her with watery eyes that she was the most beautiful woman in the world, she started to tell me I was crazy, but then I nodded down toward what was pointed up toward the penis pump, and her face lit up as she quickly grabbed my dick and had me lower the tube down.

"Whoa!" I said after Mom had inserted my dick into the sleeve and had started to pump the bulb of the suction device rapidly.

"Does it hurt, honey?"

"No - it feels way too good. Slower."

It might have been a goofy product, but there was no denying that with the snug rubber sleeve around the stump of my dick and the suction pulling on the rest of it, the result was making it very pleasurable indeed.

"Honey - Frank look!" Mom was saying while looking at my dick through the plastic in a manner that reminded me of the way I used to gaze at the toy store windows at Christmastime. "Look at your penis. Look how big it's getting! It does work!"

It was probably the result of looking through the plastic tube my dick was in - who knows - maybe they use some sort of magnifying plastic, and maybe it was because I was pushing down hard on the tube to make sure the vacuum stayed snug, but I had to admit that my erection had never looked bigger than it did just then.

Maybe it was also the fact that Mom seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was, because she would start pumping faster every few seconds despite me asking her to slow down.

She didn't even seem to notice when I reached down and cupped her hanging titty as she bent over me, not saying anything when I squeezed the pliant orb and felt her nipple stiffen in my palm.

"Mom - slower - stop!" I was babbling as I felt my orgasm rise up inside of me for about the tenth time since my dick got put that Humunga Tron 3000, but she was slow to react, and then I was cumming.

Cumming was an understatement, because while had probably jerked off 10,000 times in my life, or so it seemed, I had never experienced anything like this. It felt as if the device was sucking me dry, and my entire body was going through spasms, causing me to jerk upright at one point while my cum sprayed into the container like a machine gun.

"Enough - stop," I heard myself saying while my legs kept twitching uncontrollably, and I had to grab Mom's wrist that was holding the bulb because she kept staring with her eyes bugging out - squeezing that rubber bulb crazily until I knocked it loose from the connection.

"Sorry, Honey," Mom was saying as she came out of the trance she was in. "Are you okay?"

I nodded as my dick deflated and fell out of the sleeve, and then I felt Mom take the tube off me and stare at the copious amount of semen inside the foot-long vessel, hanging from the inside in ropes.

"Oh my," Mom said as she looked at the product of our effort before nodding down at what felt like more cum that had drooled back down on me as the device had come off. "Let me get something to clean you up with."

I watched Mom leave and then return with a warm wash cloth, and I savored the sight of her little hangers swaying in front of her as she walked, because this was a once in a lifetime experience to be sure.

I thought Mom was going to hand me the cloth, but she knelt next to me and began gently cleaning around my flaccid dick, moving the damp cotton down around my balls.

"You certainly have a big scrotum," Mom commented as she washed my ball sac. "Your testicles seem quite large."

"Balls Mom, " I said as she went clinical on me again. "They're my balls, and they only look big because of the size of my dick."

"Regardless, you seemed to like that machine," Mom said, and I thought she was serious with that understatement before she chuckled. "Wish they had something like this for girls."

So soothing, and as Mom held up my dick to clean it she kept saying that she swore it looked bigger now than before.

"Not that it matters honey," Mom reminded me.

"I know, size doesn't matter," I said with a hint of sarcasm. "But when you were pumping that thing, and they way you were looking at my dick in the tube, it made me feel like a real man." 

"You were a real man before any of this started," Mom said, brushing off my attempt to stifle her while continuing to clean me. "You're a good student, a handsome guy, and you've got impeccable manners. You know how many times people tell me how lucky I am to have a son as polite and respectful as you?"

"You have a wonderful body too, no matter what you might think," Mom said as she brought her free hand to my chest. "You're even getting hair on your chest now too."

As Mom's hand toyed with the five little hairs around my nipple, I felt something stirring, and a little bit later Mom noticed that the washcloth she was holding was getting hard.

"Oh dear," Mom said as she looked down at me dick which was almost erect as it fell back into my pubes. "I didn't mean that. How did you do that? You just - you know?"

"I didn't do that, you did," I said. "I told you how much I'm attracted to you."

"What should I do?"

"Put it back on, Mom." 

"Honey, it's all full of your seed."

"I'll clean it later," I said. "Here."

Mom held my semi upright and gave it a little lube before I slid the tube back down. She was getting the hang of it, establishing a nice rhythm as I swelled up. I loved the way she looked at my cock, and her nipples were hard and the aureoles seemed even puffier than before.

Was Mom getting excited like I was? Was she getting wet? I wanted to know but settled for reaching down and cupping her dangling boob and kneading the pliant flesh, and this time I know she was aware of my hand.

"Look at your penis," Mom said, peeking through the dried semen at my cock, which had gotten redder even if it wasn't really bigger, although she continued to insist it was.

"It's a dick, Mom," I said with a smile as I questioned her use of the word penis. "This isn't health class."

"Okay, your dick is getting bigger because of this," Mom said, and then said, "How about we call it your cock? Sounds more manly than dick."

"Fine," I said while watching Mom squeeze the bulb.

"It says you aren't supposed to use this for an extended time," Mom said.

"Getting tired?"

"NO! Uh - I mean no," Mom said, and we both laughed at her initial reaction. "Forgive me. Must be early menopause kicking in, or insanity. Maybe I should get out more."

"You should find yourself a nice guy," I said. "No reason for you to be alone. You're so hot looking."

"Flatterer," Mom said, and she giggled when she felt my hand, which had slid from her breast to grip her upper arm and when she noticed my fingers sliding through the moist peach fuzz under her arm she squirmed and blushed while saying, "Friday's a couple days away. I think maybe I should shave more often. You father used to make me shave everyday."

"Mom," I gasped while squeezing her arm.

"You want me to stop, honey?"

"No - go faster."

"Are you going to have another orgasm? So fast?"

Mom got her answer, and although it was nothing like the Old Faithful eruption that my first effort had produced, Mom seemed to enjoy me spurting a few jets of cum before I withered away again.

"Amazing," Mom said as she cleaned up around my cock after it fell out. "It would take your father 8 hours to recover - sorry - don't listen to me. Except for the part about it getting bigger. It is."

It might have been swollen from all the suction, but I didn't mind her saying anything about me like that, because when else would I ever be hearing it?

"Think you're going to have to take a shower, Frank," Mom said. "This semen of yours is everywhere."

"I will," I said as I sat upright. "And thank you for the most wonderful night of my life."

"Let's just pretend this didn't happen," Mom said as she put her bra back on, but I would have none of that.

"That could never be," I said. "Me forgetting what just happened I mean. You touched me and held me and didn't laugh."

"But I think that if you use that every night, I'll bet you'll be surprised at the results," Mom concluded.

"I'm not going to use it," I said. "If it's going to be used, it will get used the way it was tonight."

"You don't expect me to come in here every night?" Mom asked.

"I'm just saying that I will never put my dick - cock I mean - in that thing."

"Whatever you decide," Mom said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before leaving my room.

I looked down at my spent dick, and as I thought back to the last hour it didn't seem possible. My mother doing what she did? And they way she looked while she was doing it? Could she have gotten horny? Has she been horny for a long time, and so frustrated that she was losing control?

No. This was my mother, and mothers who suddenly becoming raving nymphomaniacs wanting to screw their sons only appear in porn movies, and they aren't weary middle aged women with sagging breasts, but are silicone filled ex-strippers trying to make a living in porn after their prime. The thing was, my Mom was sexier than they were. She was real, and right down the hall.

I turned off the light and tried to go to sleep, but I was too wound up so I figured I would watch some porn trailers on the computer, whack off maybe, and then sleep would come. Since I had to pee, I made a pit stop to the can, and after I went I stopped outside of mother's bedroom.

The light was not on, but she had the TV on. The sound was low, but from some of the sounds I could have sworn it was a porn movie. Since we didn't have anything more than basic cable, there was no way it could be anything other than one of those steamy Lifetime Network movies that women like, so after eavesdropping for a minute I went to my room.

I managed to squeeze one out while looking at an clip from some website that showed a bunch of older women with young guys. They weren't speaking English, which took something away from it, but I found a woman who had boobs that sagged a little like my Mom's and got off, although it wasn't as good as with Mom. Sleep finally came after that.



...



The next day Mom went shopping so I was alone, and because I had nothing to do I decided to snoop around my mother's bedroom. I know it wasn't nice to do, but I was just curious. Mom used to keep a journal, and maybe she had written something in it about last night.

I found the diary in the back of her desk, but instead of reading about how she couldn't keep her hands off her son and wanted to fuck him, I saw that it hadn't been written in since I was in boy scouts.

So much for that. I made sure that I left everything as it was, and was on my way out the door when something caught my eye. It was a little red light on a shelf tucked under the TV, and when I looked closer I saw that it was a video player which had been left on. A VHS player no less!

Poor Mom. The old man didn't leave her anything but a dinosaur of the 20th century. I hated him more than ever. The player was pushed back on the shelf it was on, and it was dusty, but there was an empty cardboard sleeve on top.

I took a look at it, and was more than a little stunned. It was a porn movie. Mom HAD been watching a dirty movie last night. She must have gotten so horny over our little session that she needed more. She might have gotten herself off while watching it.

I never heard of the people that were in it, and the thing was probably 30 years old at least. The title was "TABOO". I slipped the case back where it was and left Mom's room and went to my computer to do some research.

It turns out that Taboo was a pretty famous movie from back in 1980, but what really got my attention was the synopsis. It turns out that this woman gets rejected by her husband, and after dating and getting disappointed she gets the hots for her son. Her son!

Through the wonders of technology I was watching the movie within seconds on the computer, and as it began I couldn't get over the similarities. A woman, middle aged and alone with her only son, gets attracted to him. Perfect, and the best part was that MY MOTHER HAD BEEN WATCHING THE THING!

As I learned in the course of the watching the film, while we had similar circumstances, the people in the movie looked nothing like us. 

The mother, played by a women named Kay Parker who could pass for the kid's mother age-wise, was attractive but unlike my Mom this Kay Parker had gigantic breasts. Real honest-to-goodness breasts that jiggled naturally instead of the 21st century saline versions of big tits, and she had a nice triangle of pubic hair too. She was hot, but nothing like my mother.

The guy that played her son, well, let's just say that if Mom had been watching and imagining this scene playing out in real life, she would have found it tough to picture my face on that guy's body, because his cock was huge. Maybe she was watching and wishing that guy was me. There aren't enough Humunga Tron 3000's in the world for that to happen.

This watching the same movie as her, even without her by my side, was something that really turned me on. How I wished that Mom would look at me like this Kay Parker did her son, staring at his big cock and turning to jelly. The thought was almost enough to make me want to break out that toy and spend the rest of my summer seeing if it might eventually work.

I eventually ended up doing what I seem to do best, and made sure I had good old Taboo within easy access for future reference, noting that there seemed to be about a couple dozen sequels as well.

At dinner that night, Mom was in full Mom mode, trying way too hard to act as if last night had never happened. She even made a point of mentioning that she stopped by church to have a talk with the priest, "To sort things out in my head," she threw in before suggesting that it had been a while since I had attended.

"Pass," I said, because I had no such notion, especially since the priest before him had been sent away for diddling some altar boys. Not me of course, proving that absolutely no one was interested in me, even predators.

I went to my room and played around on the computer, waiting for Mom to stop by to give the old Humunga Tron 3000 another shot, but when she came by, she was empty handed.

"Think I'll turn in early," Mom said, standing in the doorway in her bathrobe.

"Oh," I answered dejectedly. "I was hoping you were coming in so we could..."

"No," Mom said firmly. "Last night - I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so ashamed. Of all the bad things I've done in my life, that was the worst, and I pray that someday you'll forgive me."

"Mom, nobody in the world had done fewer bad things than you. You're like Mary Poppins!"

"No, that's not right."

"And you have nothing to apologize for," I said. "You care about me and you love me. I wish you loved me the way I do you."

"I do, Peter," Mom insisted. "Nobody could ever love anybody more than I love you." 

Not like I do, I thought. I wish you did but you don't.

"Do you want to watch a movie or something?" I suggested, and Mom seemed to cheer up a bit

"Is there anything good on?" Mom said, preparing to go out and turn on the TV in the living room and pop some popcorn or something - anything to get away from my bedroom.

"Here," I said, motioning for her to come over to join me behind the computer, and I dragged a chair over to she could sit beside me.

"I don't know how you watch things on this little screen," Mom mentioned, but she sat beside me nonetheless.

"It's a 20" screen Mom. Only 7" inches smaller than the one in the living room," I noted.

"Do you get new movies on the computer, like that Netflix or whatever it is?" Mom said. "That Hunger Games movie sounded interesting."




Frank and His Little Secret



"No, this is way more interesting than that," I said, pulling Mom closer to me so she could see it when the screen fired up. "This is an old movie I found on the Internet."

I don't know what Mom was expecting, but when the main titles of the movie popped up, Mom almost did too, and I watched with amusement as she looked around frantically, under the computer table and everywhere else, probably looking for the VHS player or something.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Something is wrong," I said, enjoying Mom fidgeting as she tried to figure out what was happening.

"This is - it's your father's movie," Mom said in a choked-up voice.

"Huh? I got this on the web," I said honestly. "Have you seen this before?"

"It's okay if you have," I continued. "It's only a movie."

"Pornography," Mom mumbled, and when I asked her what she said she answered a bit louder, "This is pornography."

"We're both 18," I reminded Mom. "So you've seen this?"

Mom said nothing but nodded, and when I asked her if it was any good, because I hadn't seen it all, she only said that she didn't remember it being all that good.

"And I'm tired anyway," she said, but when she started to get up I put my hand on her knee.

"Then I'll get to the good part," I said, and I skipped right to the part where the mother was staring at her son naked.

"I wish you looked at me like that," I said.

"Peter..."

"I heard you listening to this movie last night when you went to bed," I said, and while I was hoping that Mom was going to throw herself on me and drag me to bed, that didn't happen.

Instead she just stood there staring at the screen while tears rolled down her face.

"Mom..."

"You don't know," Mom sobbed. "I'm so lonely. I miss your father. He was an asshole but I miss being held by a man. Even when he would come home with lipstick on his boxer shorts, at least I had somebody to hold."

"I can do that."

"Last night, I shouldn't have done that. I gave you the wrong idea with that pump thing. I put thoughts in your head. Mothers don't have sex with their boys, except in dirty movies."

"The thoughts were there long before last night, Mom, and yes mothers do," I said. "They don't broadcast it, but they do, and even if they don't, I think a whole lot have the thought cross their minds, but I don't want to have sex with you. I want to make love to you."

"Oh, Peter..."

"You watched that movie and you wished that was us."

"No," Mom said, clutching her robe together.

"You want it to happen, but you're afraid to be the one to make the move, so I will. That's why you went to church today, because you felt guilty about what was going through your head."

"I can't, honey."

"We can," I insisted. "I know I don't know how to do it, but I'll try so hard you won't believe it."

"Please," Mom begged.

"Why, please I've got a little dick? If I was that guy in the movie..."

"STOP IT!" Mom screamed. "That doesn't matter. You have no idea what matters. What REALLY matters!"

"I'm sorry," I said, having destroyed what little chance I had of actually making this work, and I put my arm around her shoulder and held her tight. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"It's alright, Peter," Mom sniffed.

"I still do, you know," I said softly. "I want to make love to you. I want to do it tonight. In an hour I'm going to come to your bedroom and we are going to make love."

"We can't. I'm your mother, and I swear that I really wish I wasn't right now, because you're a beautiful boy that I somehow wish existed back before I met your father. But you are my son."

"Fine. If you don't want to make love with me, I'm not going to force myself on you."

"Thank you."

"Just lock the door," I replied, and when Mom looked at me quizzically I continued. "I'm going to come to your door in an hour. If the door is locked I will never mention it again. I'll sit in this room and jerk off into that machine for the rest of the summer. Rest of my fucking life probably." 

"Ten o'clock Mom," I said while pointing at my clock which showed it was just before 9.

Mom shook her head, and still clutching the robe tightly she went to the door, pausing a second before leaving.

"Please don't come to the door honey," Mom whispered, and then she was gone.



...



It was very touching, the way Mom had said that, but I was going to her room regardless. The hour went by so slowly I thought the hands of the clock were broken at one point. I started to watch the rest of the TABOO movie but the way dick was drooling I was afraid I would end up popping a load in my pajamas if I so much as breathed on myself, so instead I sat and waited.

I had heard Mom out in the hall, in the bathroom and then out to the kitchen before I heard her bedroom door close. Was that noise the click of the lock? I didn't know, but when that clock hand finally got to 10 I went out to the hall.

From the bottom of the door I saw that the room was dark, except for the night light by the door. My hand was shaking as I touched the cool brass, and as I turned it to the left I held my breath and prayed.

Nothing. The knob did not move. I leaned my forehead against the door, ready to call out to Mom and ask her to reconsider, and then I tuned the knob to the right. It hadn't been locked at all.

Mom was standing beside her bed, and as the light from the hall filled the room briefly I saw she was naked. Now bathed in the soft light, Mom realized how well I could see and brought her hands up to shield herself. She looked so tiny and scared, with her arm crossed over her breasts and a hand down between her legs, hiding her sex but not the wide triangle of brown hair that filled the delta.

I closed the door behind me, and that action had Mom slowly lowering her hands to her sides. My eyes had no problems seeing all of her in the dim glow of the night light, and seeing her naked for the first time was anything but a disappointment. I didn't care that her tummy was a bit soft, or that her breasts drooped and her butt was a little big. She was beautiful in my eyes, and after I undid the snap of my pajamas and stepped out of them, I walked over to her.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Mom whispered and I came up to her, poking her in the stomach with my stiff dick as I opened my arms to hug her, and as I felt her arms go around me she said softly, "Please don't ever hate me for this."

"Hate you?" I asked, shaking my head as I bent down and kissed her.

I saw her eyes open wide when she felt my lips against hers like they had never been before, but after that initial shock her eyes closed and she began kissing me back, our tongues dueling as we clawed at each other's back sides before falling onto the bed.

This was it, and I was not in control. Mom was. She wasted no time, perhaps afraid that if she thought about it she would change her mind, and as I fell onto her Mom's hand was grabbing my dick and guiding me into her pussy.

"Omigod," Mom gasped as my stiff dick slid into her, and as felt the warmness envelop me I was surprised at how snug a fit it was. "Yes!"

I started humping her, trying to close my ears to my mother's moaning and clawing at me while she wrapped her legs around my ass and urged me to fuck her harder. Her words, not mine.

"Fuck!" Mom was screaming, the entrance of my cock into her pussy having somehow tripped a switch inside of her. "Fuck me babe. Fuck me hard! That's it. Harder!"

I did my best, straining with all my might to keep from cumming as my greatest fantasy was happening, and I think I might have lasted longer if I hadn't felt my mother's pussy crush my cock as she came, her vice-like opening squeezing me while she had an orgasm that I helped create.

I lost it as Mom arched her neck off of the bed while every vein and tendon strained in her upper torso as her eyes rolled back, my cum filling the very womb I had come out of 18 years ago, and I was still spurting when Mom fell back into the bedding, letting out little sighs as my dick twitched inside of her.

"Oh honey, that was so good," Mom gasped as we embraced. "You're a wonderful lover."

I didn't know about that. Two minutes, according to the digital clock at bedside, and probably a little less than that, but they were the best two minutes of my life up until then, and judging by the way Mom had reacted, they were good for her too. She had actually felt me inside of her.

Going over onto my side, I faced the the most wonderful woman on the planet as she looked up to the ceiling while trying to catch her breath. Her breasts were flattened with her lying like that, chest heaving, and as I rubbed her plump nipple my eyes strayed to Mom's armpit, exposed with her hands back behind her head.

The crater was smooth, and when I slid my thumb through the moist hollow I reminded her that it wasn't Friday yet, which got her to giggle. She had shaved for my sake, I assumed, but it didn't matter one way or the other to me, because all I wanted was her, after I had her all I wanted now was more.

Apparently, I wasn't alone in wanting more because after a few minutes Mom was rolling me onto my back and telling me not to look. That was a sure way to get me to do just that. Her hair blocked the view for a minute, but I pulled it back behind her ear just in time to see her mouth inhale my limp and sticky peanut.

Slowly she lifted her head, stretching my dick upward as far as it went before burying her face back into my pubes. Up and down she went, and once our eyes met when she happened to look up at me. I mouthed the words "I love you" when I sensed her shame at what she was being seen doing to her son, but my cock was getting stiffer as she kept sucking.

She used her hand to stroke my near-erection while dipping down to suck on my nuts, taking each orb separately into her mouth and giving them a loving bath before licking her way up the underside of my cock. I was now hard, and Mom once again wasted no time.

She climbed on top of me, straddling my crotch while running my boner along her wet opening before dipping me inside of her. The sight of Mom, sweaty and stressed above me with her hair messy and her face flushed, was an unusual sight but incredibly erotic, and when she started to move up and down I couldn't look for fear of cumming.

The way her banana boobs flopped around in front of her was so sexy that I nearly lost it, and only after I regained control was I able to open my eyes again. Grabbing her plaint boobs, I kneaded the soft flesh, her engorged nipples hard in my palms, and the rougher I mauled her tits, the better she liked it.

"That's it, honey," Mom said. "I like them treated rough. Pull on my teats. That's it."

I did everything I could to please her, even grabbing her nipples and pulling her breasts straight out, stretching the loose tubes as far out as I could, and her only response to to moan and encourage me to be rougher still.

"Honey - your cock," Mom was grunting as sweat rolled down her sides and off her forehead, her salty language sending shivers all over my body. "Your cock feels so big in my tight cunt - so big - so good - gonna - gonna cum again!"

Like I was watching a horror film, my eyes took in the sight of my mother acting like a marionette on top of me, her arms jerking around crazily while her pussy convulsed around my dick and she cursed like a drunken sailor.

"Cum honey!" Mom shrieked, reaching back behind herself and grabbing my balls, and as she twisted and pulled my nuts they emptied inside of her before Mom finally collapsed on top of me.

"Mom - what's wrong?" I asked as she sobbed uncontrollably into my neck, and after I held her she finally was able to look up at me.

"So good - that was so good honey," Mom sniffed. "Forgive me but that was so good, it turned me into an animal! I forgot how good sex could be."

Mom couldn't lie very well, and whenever she had tried to tell me even a little white lie I had always been able to tell. She wasn't lying now, and probably even wasn't when she told me how big I felt inside of her long neglected body. I didn't care if she had been exaggerating, and although it had excited me when she said it, I was beginning to think she was right. It didn't matter, at least not when you were with someone you loved.

We didn't get to sleep until the sun was coming up, and by then I had discovered that what I may lack in size I made up for in staying power. The times when I wasn't actually hard, I was on the verge of getting there, and we had tried every position we could think of. Some weren't possible for the obvious reason, and some worked better than others, but Mom was patient and nearly as insatiable as I was, right up until when dawn was breaking.

"I'm too sore, Frankie," Mom said when my face had come up from between her legs after lapping her cum-filled pussy and ready to dive back in with my boner. "Really. Here. Let's try something else."

In a couple minutes we were both laughing at the results of Mom's idea, which was doomed from the start, although the sight of me straddling her waist while she tried to squeeze her tits around my dick was funny.

"Let's try it this way," Mom said, and then I was on my back and Mom was bending over me, hugging herself while her spongy tits cradled my crimson dick, my hot flesh cool in the damp cleavage she had managed to create by contorting as she had.

"Oh man, that feels nice," I sighed as my erection slid in between her tits.

"It even looks like I have breasts when I bend over like this," Mom said, and then apologized after I had given here a look to remind her that we had promised we were never going to put ourselves down again.

"I love your tits, Mom," I gasped. "This feels so good."

"How's this then?" Mom asked, and managed to lick the tip of my cock when it managed to peek out from the fleshy cavern.

"Oh man!" I groaned. "That fells - it feels..."

"Gonna cum again honey?" Mom asked, lifting her head up briefly before bending back down and licking as her body moved up and down. "Cum for me honey. Cum on my face."

My whole body tingled as my orgasm ran through me, and although Mom's hair hanging down blocked my view briefly, when I pulled her hair back I saw the last spurt land next to her nose along with the other ropes of semen that had been deposited there seconds earlier.

"I think I need a shower," Mom said with a laugh as my semen rolled down her face.

"WE need one," I said, and we took one together.

Even in the bright light of the bathroom Mom's aging body looked great to me. The damage that had been done, the reddened back and raw looking knees, I soaped up gingerly, and she did the same to my equally tender areas.

"This fellow looks sore," Mom said as her soapy hand caressed my limp dick. "I can't believe a man could - you know - so many times."

"I was saving it up for a while," I reminded her as I savored the feel of Mom's hand on my cock. "Don't stop. That feels so good."

"You can't actually be getting it up again?" Mom giggled as he felt my dick start to swell under her touch.

"Don't think so, but please don't stop. I love you so much."

"I love you too honey," Mom said, and in a minute or so she watched as I made the face that I had made several times earlier that night.

I wasn't close to being hard, but when Mom felt my dick spasm in my palm she knew I was cumming. I doubt whether I ejaculated much, if anything. Regardless, it felt good just the same and the shower spray washed whatever had come out off of my mother's thigh.

"Just in time. We're running out of hot water,"

Mom said, and after we felt the temperature change we rinsed off fast and dried each other off.

Back in Mom's bedroom, we looked at the mess we had made. Sheets stained all over the place, with sweat, body fluids, and even some traces of blood from my raw knees made it look like a crime scene. I helped Mom change the sheets, and after we were done I wondered whether I should go to my own bed, but Mom made it clear where she wanted me.

"Just keep your hands to yourself," Mom chuckled after I spooned in behind her, and although I couldn't do that, the hand that was cupping her breast was gentle and loving as we fell asleep.

The next morning, or should I say later that morning, Mom had gotten up before me and had breakfast waiting for me even though it was nearly noon. I had been worried that things would be different between us, but they weren't, at least not in a way that anyone would notice.

Later that night, after I had gotten home from my part-time job, we ate dinner and watched a movie together before Mom announced she was turning in. I killed the set and walked down the hall with her, ready to play around with the computer until I got tired, but when we reached her doorway she stopped and gave me a subtle look with her eyes toward her room.

"You don't have to, you know," Mom said. "I love the feel of cuddling up with a man again though."

Mom didn't even get the sentence out before I had ducked inside with her, and although we started to get ourselves undressed, before long we were tearing each other's clothes off, and my cock was already hard by the time my underwear cam down.

"What am I going to do with you?" Mon asked as her fist seized my erection.

"Anything you want to," I told her as she pulled me into bed with her. "I'm up for anything." 

"So I notice," Mom said before her mouth covered mine and our tongues dueled. "So I notice."

...

thank you for reading




Frank & I Call On Jill & Mary



Frank is one of the horny young men who sometimes go with me when one of my lady friends wants another man or two to join us. Recently, he went with me when I called on Jill and Mary. Usually, when I call on them, I eat Mary's pussy and fuck Jill's ass while Mary sucks her off, but this time Mary wanted someone to fuck her, and Jill wanted someone to suck off so I invited Frank, who is good looking and reasonably well hung. I had described him to Mary and Jill and showed them pictures of his face and of his stiff cock, and they happily agreed to having him join us. Frank, being a horny young man, was agreeable without knowing anything about Mary, but I did tell him about Jill being a transsexual who had been kicked out of her parents' house on her eighteenth birthday. I showed him some photos of Jill and Frank was looking forward to having his cock sucked by the beautiful, sexy woman in the pictures. He was especially taken by Jill's really beautiful face and her beautiful, very feminine ass. Frank shares my opinion that, although Jill has a cock, she is a woman in every other respect so she is a woman, not a man.

As usual, the two woman were very glad to see me and we shared a group hug, and kisses all around. I introduced them to Frank and there was more hugging and kissing. I was glad to see that Frank hugged Jill and kissed her full on the lips, knowing that she is biologically a man. As far as all four of us are concerned, the biology is an accident, and she is a woman, and a beautiful one at that, with her long blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skin. As usual, Jill was wearing a short skirt that showed off her pretty legs and sexy, curvaceous ass, and a frilly, very feminine negligee with a padded bra under it. She likes to wear the bra and negligee while making love but she would be naked otherwise. We were all there for good, hot sex, not chit-chat so we all removed our shoes and socks and headed for the queen-sized bed in Mary's room.

Frank stood beside the bed and Jill approached him, unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it. Then she gave him a little push so Frank sat down on the bed and Jill knelt on the floor in front of him, unfastened his pants and pulled them and his undershorts off so Frank was naked, with his cock stiff and ready. Frank is a horny young man, but being undressed by a beautiful young woman like Jill, and knowing she is about to suck you off is enough to make just about anybody's cock stiff and ready.

While Jill was undressing Frank, Mary and I were doing the same for each other on the other side of the bed. She unbuttoned my shirt while I did the same for hers, then we moved in to hug each other inside the shirts. I unfastened her bra, and when we separated, we both removed the other's garment, and I pulled off Mary's bra, freeing her big, beautiful breasts. We paused in our undressing, and I gently took one of Mary's lovely globes in either hand and kissed and licked the nipples. This continued for just a few seconds because there would be plenty of that very soon, and we resumed undressing each other.

We unbuckled each other's pants, and I pulled Mary's down to her ankles, then took hold of the waistband of her panties and pulled them down also, caressing her voluptuous hips and ass as I did so. While I caressed Mary, I breathed in the splendid aroma of her pussy, enjoying myself immensely. After I straightened back up, Mary pulled down my pants and underwear, and we both stepped out of our clothes and got onto the bed naked.

While Mary and I had been undressing each other, Jill, still wearing her skirt, had started licking Frank's balls, rubbing her pretty nose against his stiff cock. She licked his balls and crotch, then started to slowly lick the underside of his cock from his balls to the tip. When she reached the tip, she kissed it, then held it gently in her fingertips and smiled up at Frank. He smiled back at her and she slowly slipped his cock into her mouth, lowering her head all the way to his pubic hair. She held her mouth there while she removed her skirt and panties, then raised her head again until just the tip was still in her mouth. Gently, with just her fingertips, Jill took Frank's cock all the way out of her mouth, smiled again, licked and kissed the head and asked "Where has this beautiful cock been all my life?" Having asked this rhetorical question, she started slowly lowering and raising her head while she sucked Frank's lucky cock.

My mouth was busy too. While Mary lay, naked, on her bed, I kissed her pretty mouth and eyes, then kissed my way down the erogenous areas of her throat until I reached her gorgeous breasts. While I held one of the lovely twins in either hand, I licked the nipples of the first one, painting the big, sensitive nipple with broad stokes of my tongue. After a few suck strokes of on the first precious nipple, I moved my face over and started licking the other one the same way. I alternated licking Mary's nipples while she enjoyed the attentions. Mary started expressing her pleasure by cooing when I took one of the luscious globes into my mouth and began sucking on it. While sucking, I caressed the erect nipple with my tongue and traced the area around the nipple.

Just as I was enjoying Mary's titties, Jill was really enjoying Frank's cock, and Frank was enjoying Jill's mouth. The best part of sucking a cock, besides the cum, Jill has told me, is feeling it thrusting against the back of her mouth, and sometimes she is even able to get it down her throat. Frank is fairly well hung and I could see that his cock was going all the way into Jill's mouth when she lowered her head. When she finished raising her head, only the tip was between her lips. From personal experience with Jill, I knew that her tongue was also busily licking the shaft while it was in her mouth. When Jill sucks a cock, she really makes love to it, taking it out of her mouth sometimes to lick around the ridge, kissing the head, thrusting her tongue against the slit in the end, and sometimes licking it like a lollipop. But her favorite thing is still sucking the cock all the way in and out between her lips and feeling it thrust against the back of her mouth and go down her throat.

Frank's cock going in and out of her mouth had Jill highly aroused and her cock was stiff. When Mary saw this, she asked her to get on the bed beside her because she likes to suck Jill's cock when Jill is fucking or is sucking somebody off. This is an enjoyable arrangement for all of us so Jill took her mouth from Frank's cock and got on the bed, lying in the opposite direction from Mary with her hips beside Mary's head. Frank got on the bed and lay with Jill between his legs so her mouth could easily reach his cock and balls, and she took his stiff cock back into her expert mouth and started slowly sucking it in and out. My mouth was still pleasuring Mary's lovely titties but when I started eating Mary's pussy, Jill would straddle her face so her cock could be sucked.

That would be happening very soon because, while I was sucking on Mary's voluptuous globes, I could hear her cooing and could see the juices dripping from her pussy and smell their delightful fragrance so I knew it was time for me to move my attentions there. First, I licked the channel between those twin beauties, feeling them rub nicely against my face, then I licked my way down to Mary's pubic hair. After I reached that point, I got off the bed and waited for the others to make their adjustments before I started eating Mary's beautiful pussy.

Once I was out of the way, Jill moved toward the head of the bed and got on her knees, straddling Mary's face, so Mary could suck her cock. Frank also moved toward the head of the bed so Jill was between his legs again and she could resume sucking his cock. When the other three were in position and enjoying themselves, I knelt between Mary's legs, placed my shoulders against the undersides of her thighs, and wrapped my arms around her so that my fingers were in her pubic area. The first thing I did, as usual, was to treat myself to all the delicious juices that had collected in Mary's pussy.

When I am eating a pussy, I can't actually see what I am doing but I am familiar enough with the anatomy that I know where to put my tongue and lips, and after I have started, I go by feel. Sometimes my eyes wander and on this occasion, they wandered to where Jill was sucking Frank's cock. Watching Jill sucking a cock gives me a thrill for several reasons. She has a very pretty face and watching a cock slide in and out of her mouth is highly erotic. Also, I love Jill very much and I like to see her enjoy herself, and I knew she was really enjoying sucking Frank's cock. Besides that, she has such a serious look on her face, as if she has to concentrate on sucking the cock, and doing it just so. Jilll became aware that I was watching her sucking Frank's cock and she took it out of her mouth, smiled at me and stuck out her tongue. Then she enveloped it in her mouth again and resumed sucking the big, stiff cock in and out between her pretty lips.

While watching Jill concentrate on sucking off Frank, I was probing my tongue into the edges of Mary's delightful love hole, then I started licking along the inner surface of an outer pussy lip. My own lip moved along the outer surface of Mary's pussy lip, and I pressed my tongue against the inner surface of the lip to enjoy the taste and texture of this sensitive part of Mary's pussy. I licked slowly, all the way to the end of the lip. and then brought my tongue back down and started licking the other outer pussy lip in the same way.

I wasn't the only one pleasuring Mary and Frank wasn't the only one being sucked off. While she straddled Mary's face, Jill was fucking her cock down into Mary's mouth. Most women don't really like sucking a cock passively like that but Jill has a small cock and, for now, Mary was content to allow it to slide in and out between her lips, letting her tongue caress the cock on the in stroke and lick the head on the slow outstroke. Mary likes to suck off Jill when she gets aroused from having her ass fucked or from sucking a cock, and Jill enjoys it also.

And, just then, Jill was sucking a cock with great enthusiasm. Because she is very thoughtful, she had paused in what she was doing to tie back her blonde hair so I could watch her sucking Frank's cock. Jill's head bobbed up and down taking the big cock all the way into her mouth, and almost all the way out. Once she stopped and took Frank's cock out of her mouth and licked it all around. Then she smiled at me, mouthed the words "Thank you", at me because I was the one who had brought Frank with me so Jill could suck him off. Because Jill likes sucking cocks a lot more than she likes talking about it, she immediately took the tip of Frank's cock back between her lips, slowly sucked it back all the way into her mouth, and resumed bobbing her head up and down, doing what she loves to do.

Of course, I had come there not just to watch Jill having a good time, but also to have a good time eating Mary's pussy. After thoroughly licking her other outer pussy lip, I brought my tongue back to where it had started to pleasure her inner pussy lips, which are even more sensitive. Mary's pink love hole was wet with fresh juices and her pussy was fucking into my face as I sucked them out. I started my tongue licking along the outer surface of her first inner lip, beginning at the lower end, below her love hole. I licked gently and slowly, concentrating on the soft, sensitive surface until I reached the place where the inner lip is close to the outer lip. There, I probed into the seam between the two delightful lips, savoring their taste and texture. When I reached the end of the inner lip, where it joins the other inner lip and forms Mary's clit hood, I started over on the outer surface of the other inner pussy lip. Mary's pussy was fucking into my face and producing delicious juices because she was really enjoying what I was doing.

Mary was also enjoying what she was doing with Jill and had started taking a more active part in sucking her roommate's cock. She was holding onto Jill's beautiful ass and controlling the speed, fucking Jill's cock into her mouth, and lifting her head off the pillow to meet the strokes of Jill's cock. Both women were really enjoying this aspect of our sexual adventure, but I couldn't see very much of what they were doing unless I stopped eating Mary's pussy to watch, and I would never do that.

Jill has a beautiful face and Frank has a big cock and I could watch the latter sliding in and out of the former and still concentrate on eating Mary's pussy, and that is what I did. After sucking the fresh juices out of Mary's pussy, I started licking the outer surface of her other inner pussy lip. Again, I probed the seam between the inner and outer lips and pleasured myself and her by slowly and thoroughly licking the surface of the lip. When I reached the clit hood again, I gently caressed it with my tongue. Mary's pussy started fucking harder into my face and produced more fresh juices to delight my taste buds. I didn't want Mary to cum until Jill had cum into her mouth so I did not apply too much pressure to this very sensitive spot and I didn't lick there very long.

Jill was ready to cum, and she took Frank's cock out of her mouth and concentrated on fucking Mary's mouth faster. Mary was glad to accommodate and moved her mouth faster on Jill's cock, until Jill gave a grunt and a sigh, and I could see her hips flex as she thrust her cock into Mary's mouth. After cumming into Mary's mouth, Jill let Mary milk all the cum out of her cock, while she went back to pleasuring her mouth and Frank's cock. Once she had sucked out all the cum, Mary leaned back with her head on the pillow and let Jill's cock dangle against her cheek.

As Jill sucked Frank's cock in and out between her lips, she used slow strokes and took it all the way into her mouth, because she wanted it to last a long time, for the pleasure of both of them. Frank was a horny young man, though, and I heard him say "Jill, you suck my cock like a champ. I'm going to give you a big mouthful of cum." Jill heard it also and tightened her lips around the shaft of Frank's cock and started stroking it faster with her mouth. Until than, Frank had been passive, and had let Jill suck his cock as she wanted to, and he still wanted to be passive but Jill's mouth is such a wonderful place for a cock that, as he neared his climax, he was flexing his hips and partially thrusting his cock into Jill's mouth. She noticed this and adjusted the strokes of her mouth to allow for it.

Frank wasn't the only one ready to cum. After sucking all the cum out of Jill's cock, Mary's cooing had changed to moans, sometimes ending in whimpers and I could tell she was close to cumming. Her pussy was fucking harder than ever into my face and was producing the delectable juices that were almost as delightful to smell as they were to taste. After caressing the top of her clit hood, my tongue reached under the protective hood and gently massaged Mary's adorable clit, then went back to lick up all the fresh juices in her love hole. While there, I massaged the top of that delightful wet place with my tongue, indirectly massaging the base of her clit.

While my tongue was caressing Mary's clit, Frank let out a loud cry of joy and his ass muscles clenched while he gave one last thrust of his cock into Jill's mouth. Jill felt him cumming and made sure to catch all of the juices on her tongue to savor their taste before swallowing them. After Frank had ejaculated Jill continued to pump her mouth up and down on his softening cock to get all the cum that was there. While Frank lay relaxed on the bed, Jill took his cock out of her mouth and licked all around the ridge and the head, then she put her thumb against the bottom of Frank's cock where it joins his balls, and squeezed it upward to gret all the cum that was still inside. Jill really loves the taste of cum and the feel of it in her mouth and doesn't like to waste it.

After my tongue massaged the base of Mary's clit, I started probing the small area between her pink love hole and her precious clit. Her thigh muscle turned outward, presenting her pussy to me and she was begging me to suck her clit. She wanted to cum and she was ready to cum so, after licking the fresh juices from her pussy, I sucked her adorable clit into my mouth and started sucking on it. My lips formed a seal and my tongue caressed the top and sides of Mary's sweet love button. For several minutes, I continued the sucking and licking of her precious love button until Mary cried out delightedly "Oh, God, I'm cumming! Suck my clit, I'm cumming.

Her legs wrapped around my temples and her hands released Jill's ass and grabbed my head, jamming it into her pussy, which continued to fuck into my face. My arms held tightly to her thighs but even if I had wanted to move, I wouldn't have been able to because Mary's legs and hands kept my face trapped against her pussy. That, of course, was exactly where I wanted my face to be, with Mary's darling clit in my mouth while I sucked and licked it, while Mary's ass bounced up and down on the bed. Her ass continued bouncing and I continued sucking and licking until Mary's back spasmed and arched and her pussy gave one last thrust into my face as she climaxed. After that, she relaxed on the bed, Jill's pretty legs still straddling her face. Before I removed my mouth from Mary's pussy, I devoured most of the fresh juices there but I left some because I knew Frank would be fucking her soon and the juices would be needed for lubrication.

All four of us lay on top of Mary's bed in the shape of a "V", with the apex being where Jill's legs lay across Mary's face. All of us were happy but we knew there was plenty of good love-making yet to be enjoyed. Jill was the first one to move. Although she had immensely enjoyed sucking off Frank and swallowing his cum, she would enjoy having me fuck her ass even more. Jill crawled down the bed toward me and when I saw her approaching, I turned to allow her to get at my cock. After licking my balls briefly, Jill slowly took my cock into her pretty mouth and slowly sucked it a few strokes. This was just to make sure it was good and hard, and to get it wet so the condom would slide on easily because Jill wanted all the strokes of my cock to go into her ass.

While Jill was getting my cock ready, Mary moved over and took Frank's cock into her mouth. She had seen how big and hard it had been and wanted it like that again for her pussy. She sucked Frank's cock for the same reason as Jill was sucking mine, and Frank, being young and horny, was ready very quickly. Mary took the KY Jelly and two condoms off the nightstand, handed one to Jill, and started rolling the other one onto Frank's stiff cock. Jill put the other condom on me, then handed me the tube of jelly and positioned herself so I could lubricate her ass. She was on her knees with some pillows piled in front of her. Reaching back with her hands, she pushed her negligee out of the way and spread the cheeks of her very pretty ass, showing off her adorable pink rosebud.

As I applied the jelly around that adorable rosebud then pushed it in all around with my finger to lubricate it thoroughly, I marvelled at how beautiful it was, even though I knew about the balls and cock hanging down in front. I have licked and/or fucked a lot of women's asses and Jill's is one of the prettiest of all. After her ass was well greased, I applied the jelly that was left on my fingers to my cock, and then reached my fingers into Jill's sphincter to stretch her open so I could get my stiff cock where we both wanted it to be.

Frank didn't need any jelly to get his cock into Mary because her pussy was dripping wet from the juices that I had left there and from the fresh ones that she had produced in anticipation of getting Frank's cock into her pussy. She lay on her back while Frank knelt between her legs, then guided the tip of the stiff cock into her pussy. Once the tip was in, Frank leaned forward so the weight of his upper body was supported by his hands, then started slowly thrusting his cock into Mary's eager pink love hole. Once it was all the way in, he lowered himself, curling his arms under Mary's arms so his weight was supported by his knees and forearms. Mary wrapped her arms around Frank's back and her legs around his thighs and he began fucking her pussy with slow, deep strokes. At every stroke Frank made, Mary fucked her pussy back to meet him.




Frank and Iris



It is said that "The husband is always the last to know" and it may or may not have been true in my case, but the one thing that was true was that I did know.

I didn't discover it by accident or get clued in by some friend of mine or an enemy of my wife's. No, I got it from the horse's mouth so to speak. It was at breakfast after a night of hot sex and I was on my second cup of coffee when my wife Iris said:

"My boss took me to lunch yesterday. We ended up in a hotel room and spent most of the afternoon there. I liked it and we will probably do more of it."

It set me back and I was silent for a few seconds and then I asked, "Why last night? You get a kick out of giving me sloppy seconds?"

"I didn't give you sloppy seconds. I cleaned myself up pretty good when we were done."

"Still, you spread your legs for me only hours after he pulled his cock out of you. To me that means seconds, sloppy or not."

"I guess I was just feeling a little guilty and I figured that if I did you right after doing him....Oh shit! I don't know what I was thinking. I just felt the need to make love to you. I guess I wanted to see if it changed anything and it didn't. I still like making love with you."

"Make love? You just told me that you fucked your boss and that you will be doing it again. Where's the love in that?"

"It was a figure of speech Frank. Anyway, I'm telling you to give you time to figure out what you want to do in case you don't want me around you any more."

"Why would I want you around if you can so casually pull shit like this on me? I'm going to have to think about what I want to do and you need to move into one of the kid's bedrooms."

"There is no need for that Frank. I just told you that I like making love with you."

"Maybe so. But I don't have any idea of what other whores your boss is fucking and I want to make damned sure that you don't give me anything that he might have given you. I just hope that it isn't too late. You might have given me a gift from him last night."

Her face blanched when I said "Other whores" with the clear implication that she was one and then she said:

"He wouldn't do anything that would give him a disease. He has to be careful because of his wife."

I shook my head in disgust and got from the table to get ready to go to work. When I came out of the shower Iris was sitting on the bed.

"When I told you that I was telling you so you could figure out if you wanted me around I was hoping that you would say that we needed to talk about it."

"What's to talk about? You cheated on me and then casually threw it in my face. If you could be that casual about it I have to ask myself if this was the first time for you or just another in a long line. How do I know that you were really working all those nights you called me and said you had to work late? You said that you spent most of the afternoon in a hotel room with Ted so how do I know you don't spend hotel room afternoons a couple of times a week? How do I know that Ted is the only one?

"No Iris; we have nothing to talk about. Well that isn't totally true. We will have to decide how to let Dave and Marci know. And then of course there is your family and mine. We will need to let all of them know and more than likely we will have to tell them why since I have no intention of everyone thinking I'm the bad guy in this. Everyone is going to have to know that I'm not the one who wrecked our marriage."

"It doesn't have to be that way Frank. I love you and other than yesterday with Ted I've never been unfaithful. Yesterday just happened. It was a spur of the moment thing. I did it just to do it. I wanted to be something other than just the mother and housewife I've been for the last twenty-four years. I just wanted to do something wild and wicked for once in my life. I did it and I liked it. It had nothing to do with any feelings for Ted. He was just in the right place at the right time. It was exciting and one hell of a turn on, but it did not diminish my feelings for you one iota."

"Maybe not Iris, but it damned sure diminished my feelings for you. And I'm not forgetting the part where you said you would probably do it again. I have no idea what I'm going to do until after I've talked to an attorney, but you can consider our marriage over. No amount of talking will ever get me to the point where I could ever trust you again."

I finished putting the Windsor knot in my tie and left the room and went to work.

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My mind wasn't on work and the company did not get it's moneys worth out of me that day. I did let my fingers walk through the Yellow Pages looking for an attorney close to the office and I found one and gave him a call. The soonest he could see me was the next afternoon and I made an appointment. As I made a note in my day planner I noticed the date. It was one week before what would have been our twenty-fourth anniversary. Well, I thought, I won't have to waste money on a card and a gift this year.

After work I headed for home because, quite frankly, I had nowhere else to go. A trip to a bar to drown my sorrows in alcohol didn't appeal to me and I wasn't about to go find a friend whose shoulder I could cry on.

Iris usually got home before I did and had dinner ready when I got home and that night was no different. She had the table set and she even had a bottle of wine open. I didn't know what she was hoping for, but whatever it was she wasn't likely to get it. I suppose given the way I was feeling I should have just gone into the den and ignored Iris and the dinner she had prepared, but I had to eat and it was there.

I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down at the table. Dinner was meatloaf, gravy, mashed potatoes and salad. I ate in silence. I could see that Iris was trying to work herself up to say something and I hoped that she wouldn't get to that point before I finished my meal. It would be more satisfying for me to be able to stand up and walk out of the room on a full stomach when she started to talk.

It wasn't to be. I had just put a forkful of salad in my mouth when Iris said:

"Would it make a difference if I were to tell you that it will never happen again?"

I was not one for talking with my mouthful so I said nothing as I chewed on the salad. She fidgeted and then said:

"It was a mistake Rob; a huge mistake that I deeply regret. One bad thing in twenty-four years of marriage Rob. Can't you bring yourself to forgive me for doing one bad thing in all our marriage? Does what we have shared for twenty-four years have to be lost – thrown away – just because I made one stupid mistake?"

I'd finished chewing my salad by then and had swallowed it so I said:

"There was more than one mistake Iris. The first was when you let another man screw you and I don't even know that Ted was the first one. Nor do I know that fucking Ted yesterday was the first time you fucked him."

I put emphasis on the word 'fuck' every time I used it and every time I used it Iris flinched.

"The second mistake was in telling me. If you had kept your mouth shut we wouldn't be sitting here in these strained circumstances. Your third mistake and it was a biggie, was telling me that you liked it and would probably do more of it. So the answer to your question is yes; what we have shared over the last twenty-four years has to be thrown away because of what you did. You have completely lost my trust Iris and a marriage can not exist without trust. At least not a marriage that I'm in."

She got up from the table and was crying when she left the room. I took a sip of my wine and finished me dinner. When I was done I cleaned up the kitchen and then went into my den to play on the computer for a while.

When I went upstairs to go to bed I saw that Iris had moved her things into Marci's old room. She probably chose Marci's room because Marci wouldn't be using it any time in the near future. Marci had married and had moved out to California and only used her room when she came back to visit. Dave still did use his room when he came home on leave so he could be back at any time.

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I didn't see Iris in the morning and I stopped at a Village Inn for breakfast. When I got to work I waited until nine which was when the day started at Wallish and Tilden and then I gave them a call. When the receptionist answered I asked for Ted Haarbauer and when he came on the line and said hello I said:

"This is Rob Meyers Ted. Iris told me about your afternoon romp at the hotel and I thought I'd call and let you know that I'm kicking her out and she is all yours. Also, while on the subject, you should know that I'm pissed and I am going to be looking for you. Make sure that your health insurance is paid up because you are going to need it."

I hung up on him without giving him a chance to say a word. I would go looking for him in time, but I was in no hurry. Let him sweat it. Let him spend time looking over his shoulder and wondering if the shadows he saw had me hiding in them just waiting to jump him.

That afternoon at three I got the bad news. Our state was a no fault state so everything would be split evenly. Iris and I made approximately the same money so there wasn't likely to be any alimony. The kids were grown and out on their own so child support wouldn't enter into it. There might be some issues on our respective retirement plans and we each had 401(k)s through work, but the attorney thought they would cancel each other out.

All in all it would be a pretty straight forward divorce as far as divorces went. Then the attorney brought up the fact that we could probably go after Haarbauer in an alienation of affections suit and we might even be able to go after Wallish and Tilden if they had a company policy and procedures manual that prohibited sexual misconduct between employees. I nixed that. To me it didn't seem right to hold W&T responsible for what Ted and Iris did. Besides, if we did that they would probably both lose their jobs and we wouldn't be able to get anything out of Haarbauer and I'd end up paying Iris alimony. I told him to go ahead and prepare the divorce paperwork and the paperwork for the suit on Haarbauer and then have them both served.

It was after four when I left the attorney's office so I decided that there was no sense in going back to work. On the ride home I pondered the asset split. We had quite a bit of equity in the house and in fact it would be paid off in three more years. Did I want to buy out Iris and keep the house? I thought not. What would a single man do with a large four bedroom house? Not only that but every thing in the house would be a constant reminder of what life had been like in that house before Iris spread her legs for Haarbauer. So the options were Iris buying me out or putting the house up for sale.

When I got home Iris had dinner ready so I sat and ate. I could see that she had something she wanted to say, but couldn't bring herself to say it. I finished eating and was getting up from the table when Iris said:

"Ted told me that you called him and threatened him today."

"Not true. I didn't threaten him; I made him a promise."

"You will just get yourself in trouble Rob. You could end up in jail."

"Why would you care? I'd be out of the way and you would be able to spend more hotel afternoons with lover boy. Providing of course that I leave him with anything to play with."

"Please don't do it Rob. Please? For me?"

I laughed and said, "For you? I'll tell you what I did for you. I saw an attorney today and told him to start the divorce paperwork rolling. You can tell your lover that he isn't going to be able to hide behind your skirts."

"I wasn't thinking of him. I don't want to see you go to jail because I was stupid."

"I wouldn't mind. I could sit inside and smile thinking about how you were feeling knowing that you were responsible for my being there. Imagine how good it would feel for me to be able to tell Dave and Marci that you were the reason their dad was locked up in jail."

"Don't even talk like that Rob."

"Why not? I've already told you that I'm going to make damned sure that everyone knows that I'm not the reason that this marriage went into the trash can. Get yourself ready for it Iris. You are going to have a lot of people asking you why you threw your marriage away. Another thing for you to think about is what you want to do about the house. I don't want it so if you do you are going to have to buy me out. Otherwise it will have to be put up for sale."

"Sell the house? Oh God Rob, no. We can't do that."

"Then you need to figure out how to go about buying me out."

I left her sitting in the kitchen and went into the den to play on the computer.

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The next morning I was up and gone before Iris got up. At work I told my Barney (my boss) what was going on in my life and that I might have to take some time off here and there for attorney meetings, court appearances and the like. He wished me luck and told me to take whatever time I needed.

Iris wasn't home when I got there so I micro-waved some leftovers and then watched some TV for a while. The phone rang and I answered it and it was my daughter Marci.

"Mom called me to tell me that you were leaving her."

"She tell you why?"

"She just said that it was all her fault. What happened?"

"Lets just leave it at it was all her fault. I had intended to call both you and Dave and let you know what happened because I didn't want people thinking that I was the bad guy in this, but if she has already admitted that it was her fault that's good enough."

"Any chance that the two of you can work through it?"

"No chance at all."

"Why dad? You two were so much in love with each other."

"The operative word there kiddo is 'were'. How are things going with you?"

"Good. I'd come home to see if I could help, but I'm involved in a critical project at work and I can't get away."

"That's okay honey; there isn't anything you can do anyway."

"You don't need to call Dave. Mom called him too and then he called me to see what I knew about things. You take care daddy. I love you."

"I love you too sweetie. I'll be talking to you."

Three minutes later Dave called and the conversation went pretty much the same as my conversation with Marci had gone. I'd just hung up the phone when Iris came in.

"Late evening with Haarbauer" I asked sarcastically. 

"Fuck you Rob. For your information I've spent the time since getting off work visiting your parents and mine. I told them about the coming divorce and I told them that it was all my fault. I didn't give them specifics. I just told them that it wasn't because of anything you did. Now if you don't mind I'm going to go up to my room and lose it."

I saw tears running down her cheeks as she left the room and headed for the stairs. A week ago the sight would have had me rushing to her to take her in my arms and to try and comfort her.

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The next morning at work Barney called me into his office.

"Is this divorce thing you are going through a definite thing? Is there any chance that it won't happen? You know, the two of you working it out and stuff like that?"

"No chance of its not happening. Why?"

"Kids all grown and out of the house? Nothing really tying you here?"

"Other than my parents and sister living here not really. Why?"

"I've just been told that O'Brian is retiring. I need some one to replace him in the Santa Monica office. How would you feel about living in California? The job is yours if you are okay with the move."

"You're kidding. There are guys here senior to me who would kill for the job."

"Maybe, but just being senior doesn't mean that they can do the job. I've looked at everyone closely and you are my pick."

"I'll take it. When do I have to be there?"

"O'Brian gave a month's notice effective yesterday. I would like you out there for his last week so he can fill you in on everything."

"I'll start making arrangements immediately."

The first thing I did when I got back to my office was call the attorney and ask how the move would affect the divorce.

"Depends on whether or not she fights it. If she fights it you could be ding a lot of flying back and forth for meetings, hearings and the like. Shouldn't any problem at all if she doesn't fight it."

"How can she fight it? I thought that was the whole purpose behind no fault divorces – to eliminate all the crap."

"Normally true, but that's if both parties are okay with the divorce. If she doesn't want the divorce she could say that the marriage could be saved with counseling and the court could so order. She can't stop the divorce, but she can delay it and make it more expensive and sometimes that's enough to make the party suing drop things."

"Well I'm not stopping it. When are you going to serve both her and Haarbauer?"

"The papers are ready. All I need is your go ahead."

"Do it. This afternoon if possible."

"Consider it done."

He called me at three that afternoon and told me that the papers had been served at two thirty-five. Iris was sitting in the living room when I got home from work and it was clear to me that she had been crying. She looked up at me when I came into the room and said:

"You did it. You really did it. I can't believe that you would throw away twenty-four good years over one mistake."

"You still don't get it do you? It wasn't the fact that you fucked Haarbauer. It was the way you threw it in my face and looked me right in the eye and said that you liked it and you were probably going to do it again. Get it straight in your head Iris; I didn't throw away twenty-four good years – you did! You need to figure out what you want to do as far as the house is concerned because two weeks from now I'm going to be out of here."

I left the room, went into the kitchen and got some leftovers out of the fridge. After eating I went into the den and called Marcie out in California. After exchanging greetings I said:

"I don't know if it is good news or not, but I'm going to be coming out there to live. Should be in about two weeks."

"You and mom?"

"Just me. I served her with divorce papers today. I need you to do me a favor."

"Anything dad; you know that."

"Check out apartments and condos within a reasonable distance of Santa Monica and find me a hotel or motel in the same area where I can stay when I first get out there."

"Not on your life pops. You will stay with me. No way I'm letting you stay in a motel."

"Won't that inconvenience you and Alan?"

"Not a bit. Don't worry about Alan."

"Okay then; if you are sure."

"I am pops. I'm looking forward to seeing you."

"Me to kiddo; I'll call you as soon as things are more definite."

In the morning Iris was up and sitting at the kitchen table when I came downstairs. "Good morning" she said and I said nothing as I poured myself a cup of coffee.

"I've decided that I don't want the house if I don't have you to share it with me."

"I'll call a realtor this morning and get the ball rolling."

"It doesn't have to be this way Rob."

"I'm sorry Iris, but yes it does."

I poured my coffee into a travel mug and headed off for work. I called a real estate agent from work and arranged to meet him at the house at one and by three the process was in work.

I had stopped at a U-Haul place on the way home and purchased a bunch of boxes to start packing my stuff in. When I got home Iris wasn't there, but there was a note on the kitchen table saying that she would be staying at her sisters for the next couple of days.

I spent the evening packing and moving boxes out into the garage. By bedtime all that was left to pack was the stuff in the den and the clothes that I would need for the next two weeks.




Frank and Iris



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The next day my attorney called me and told me that he had heard from Haarbauer.

"He says we can go pound sand in our ass because we have no proof. All we have is what your wife told you and he said he will deny it. I hate to admit it, but he is right."

"Don't stop the suit. I'll see if we can get something that we can use."

"How can you do that?"

"I don't know. Let me think on it."

I spent the next two days doing what I needed to do to get ready for the move. Iris was still at her sister's so when I got home from work I called her sister and asked to speak to Iris. When she came on the line I told her we needed to talk and I asked her to come home so we could sit down at the kitchen table and do it. She said she would come over, but she wouldn't stay.

She arrived at seven and I had coffee made. We sat down and I told her about my move to the coast. I gave her the real estate agent's card and told her that she was going to have to handle the sale and I would be back for the closing when the house was sold. I told her I would be staying with Marci until I could find a place of my own and that she could reach me there. Then I asked her the sixty-four thousand dollar question.

"Why Iris? Why did you cheat on me and with Ted Haarbauer of all people?"

"I told you Rob; it just happened. It was spur of the moment."

"I don't understand Iris. How could it just happen and be spur of the moment."

"I don't want to talk about it Rob. It was a stupid thing to do and it cost me you."

"You might not want to talk about it Iris, but I really do need to know. Was I that bad of a husband that you could do that to me? Was my performance in the bedroom so bad that you had to go somewhere else to get taken care of?"

"It wasn't any of that Rob. I can't really explain my mindset when it happened. All it was supposed to be was Ted taking me to lunch. When he hit on me it came as a complete surprise since he had never indicated he thought of me in a sexual way. Maybe it was the way he came onto me. He asked me if I had ever cheated on you and I said no and I asked him why he had asked that question. He told me that he had always had the hots for me and since we were eating in a hotel restaurant and there were rooms upstairs he thought that he would take a shot. If I'd cheated before maybe I would again with him. I think I surprised him when I told him to pay the bill and get us a room.

"I know it makes no sense to you, but like I told you before I wanted to be something other that a wife and mother for once. I just wanted to do something exciting and wicked for once in my life and Ted coming on to me gave me the chance."

"But why with Haarbauer?"

"It just happened to be the right place at the right time and he was the one who asked."

"Why did you tell me that you liked it and were going to do it again? Was Haarbauer that much of a better lover."

"No, Ted wasn't any better. It was the wicked feeling that I got from having sex with another man. It was exciting and a huge turn on. I had one of the biggest orgasms of my life and it wasn't from the sexual act. It was from the wicked feeling that I got from cheating. I said I'd probably do it again because I wanted more of those fantastic orgasms. Telling you about Ted and me was another stupid move on my part. Talk about being mixed up. On the one hand it was the cheating that made me go off so hard, but it was the guilt from the cheating that made me confess.

"I thought when I confessed we would have the conversation we are having now and I could convince you that my having sex outside the marriage wouldn't hurt us. It would only be sex with Ted and you and I would still have the love that we'd shared for twenty-four years. I was sure that you would realize how much I loved you and that you would let me get the wicked and wild thing out of my system. And it would have you know. Ted wasn't all that great in bed. It was the cheating that made it so good and I'd have gotten over it after a couple of times.

"I know now that I should have kept my mouth shut and let things with Ted die a natural death. If I'd have kept my mouth shut I'd still have you because you would never have known. Does this talk indicate that you might change your mind?"

"Not a chance Iris. I've already told you why. All this talk did was ease my mind. Now I know that it was nothing that I did or didn't do that drove you to it and knowing that will help me sleep better."

Iris left and I got up and shut off the tape recorder that I had hidden on the kitchen counter.

The next day, after making a couple of copies of the recording I stopped by the attorney's office and gave him a copy. I earmarked a copy for Haarbauer's wife, but I'd hold off on giving it to her until after the suit with Haarbauer was settled.

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The next week was hectic as I brought my replacement up to date and got everything ready for the move. The house had gone on the market and we had already had two couples look at it. Hopefully that was a good sign as far as getting it sold went. On my last Friday the people in the office held a going away party for me at the lounge just down the street from the office and the next afternoon I was in a U-Haul truck and on my way to California. 

An hour out I called Marci and got directions to her place. She must have been watching out the window for me since she was out the door and running to me as I pulled up and parked. I got a big hug and then she helped me unload the car off the trailer I had towed. Next was a drive to a storage facility where I put the stuff from the truck into a rented unit. From there it was to a local U-Haul dealer to turn in the truck and trailer and then we went back to Marci's place.

"Your first night here we are going out to dinner" Marci said, "And then I'll show you around."

"What time will Alan get here?"

"Allen won't be getting here. I kicked his ass out when I caught him doing the woman who lived next door."

"No chance of the two of you putting it back together?"

"About as much of a chance as you and mom putting it back together."

I gave her a strange look and she said, "No one told me pops. I know my daddy and the kind of man he is. There is only one thing that would make him walk away and mom did call me and tell me that the two of you breaking up was all her fault. Besides, the woman next door had a husband and when he got through with Alan there wasn't much left."

"Why didn't you let us know?"

"Embarrassed or maybe ashamed. You two had over twenty years and I couldn't even make it to three."

We went out and had an enjoyable dinner and then Marci drove me around to familiarize me with the area. We ended up at a place called The Blue Grotto. It was a fairly nice place and had a really good live band. Marci was apparently well known in the place and we no sooner sat down than several guys and gals stopped by to say hello. I was introduced to several of the ladies and Marci made a point of telling several of the girls that I was available.

"Why did you do that" I asked.

"If you are going to hang with me pops you can't be a wallflower. I'll spend a lot of time on the dance floor with some of the guys in here and it won't be right to leave you sitting at the table alone. Don't worry; you won't have to figure out what to do. The girls here are pretty forward and they will come after you."

"I don't know sweetie. This really isn't my kind of scene."

"Maybe it wasn't, but this place is just what you need right now. It will put a little life back in you."

As if on cue a rather good looking blond came up to the table and said:

"Can I steal your dad for a dance?"

Marcie laughed and said to me, "See what I mean?"

Before the evening was over I'd danced with five different women and two of them had given me their phone numbers and had asked me to give them a call. I have to admit that it was one hell of an ego boost after what Iris had done to me. I know that she told me that I wasn't lacking, but in the back of my mind there was a little doubt. After all she did go to another man.

On the drive home to Marci's place I asked her if she'd found any suitable apartments for me and she said that she had found several, but I wasn't going to need them because I was going to be staying with her.

"I don't think that's going to work sweetie."

"Why not?"

"I saw the way you danced with some of those guys tonight and I wouldn't want to put a crimp in your love life." 

"Don't be silly daddy. Those guys have their own places."

"Yes sweetie, but what if I decide that I want to spread some pollen?"

"We are adult's pops and you have your own room. We will manage."

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The next week was a busy one as I settled into my new job and got to know the people that would be working for me. Barney must have said something to Pat O'Brian and Pat had spread the word. There were three single women in the office and I could see that two of them were interested, but even though both of them were foxes they were out of bounds as far as I was concerned. No way was I going to open myself to a work place romance to say nothing about possible sexual harassment charges.

I did go back to the grotto with Marci on Friday night and I do have to admit that I had a great time. Anna, one of the girls who had given me her number joined us at our table and asked me why I hadn't called her. I told her I was still moving in and getting used to my new job and the area and:

"I almost didn't let Marci talk me into coming in here tonight."

"Well you are here and so we will pretend that you called me and we agreed to meet here."

Marci laughed and said, "You are on your own pops. If I were you I'd just surrender and go along with it."

I took her advice and had a very enjoyable evening with Anna. When last call came Marci handed me her car keys and said:

"Don't wait up. Tomorrow is Saturday and I don't have anything to do so I may not see you until around noon."

As Marci walked away with one of the guys she had been dancing with Anna said:

"It sounded to me like she was telling you that you wouldn't be interrupted if you catch my drift."

I caught her drift alright and it was causing a small war in my head.

"You can't; you are still a married man" was fighting it out with "You are separated and going through a divorce so you are as good as single" and on the sidelines, jumping up and down and screaming for attention was "You haven't been laid since finding out about Iris."

I don't know why I was so hesitant. My own daughter was encouraging me to do it and there was also the fact that it could be considered that Iris by breaking her marriage vows had released me from my mine. In the end "You haven't been laid..." tipped the scale in Anna's favor.

Was I ever glad that it did!

I hadn't been fucked since the day I met Iris – we made love – but Anna tried to fuck my brains out and she damned near succeeded. She blew me and I ate her. We did sixty-nine and we screwed three times and the last time she took me in her butt. She tried to get me up for a fourth time, but wasn't able. We fell asleep cuddled up against each other.

In the morning we had a sweaty good morning fuck followed by showering together which ended up with me buried in her butt again as she leaned against the shower wall. Over pancakes and bacon at the IHOP Anna casually let me know that she wasn't marriage material.

"I don't have the temperament to live with anyone else. I've tried it and it doesn't work out. On the other hand I can be a great Friend with Benefits."

"If last night was any indication I would have to say that the benefits are worth it. May I apply?"

"Actually, you had your interview for the position last night and you got the job."

I took her home and went back to Marci's place. When I walked in she was there and she smiled at me and with her eyes raised in question she mad the 'okay' sign with her thumb and forefinger and I smiled back and said "Very." 

Over the next two months I saw Anna two or three times a week and each and every time she tried her best to reduce me to rubble, but somehow I managed to stay with her. And then one Sunday morning she told me that the night had been our last one. She had taken a promotion and it was going to have her moving to Atlanta. It was a huge disappointment for me. I had gotten used to our relationship and I had hoped that it would go on for a long, long time. Marci told me that even though I would miss Anna there were replacements waiting in the wings.

"Anna has been telling all the girls how great you are and if I had the money I would bet it all on your having a new honey before the week is out."

She was right. The next Friday we had no sooner sat down at a table at the Grotto when women were coming up to ask me to dance. One of them, a hot little brunette named Mellissa – Mel to her friends – asked me four times. The last time was the last dance of the evening. The song was "Nights in White Satin" and as we slowly moved around the floor she pressed herself into my erection, looked me in the eye and said:

"I want to be bad tonight. Can I be bad with you?"

Marci had left an hour earlier and had told me not to expect her before noon so I told Mel:

"You can be as bad with me as you want."

Mel was a new experience for me. She was a nasty little bitch. She liked to have her nipples pinched and she even asked me to bite her clit when I was eating her pussy. She encouraged me to call her a cunt, a bitch, a cock sucking whore and other things. "Fuck me! Use me like the slut I am" she cried as I fucked her. She wanted me to hurt her and I of course said "No way!"

"Please? I love it. Take my ass and don't go slow and easy. Drive it in and fuck me hard. Please lover?"

I let her talk me into it and when I did it I got some idea of what rodeo cowboys went through when they were trying to hang on for a ten second ride on a bull or a bucking bronco. She went wild as I pounded her ass and I had to keep a firm grip on her hips to keep from losing her.

Just how nasty was Mel? When I'd shot my wad in her ass and pulled out she spun around and took my dick in her mouth and she wouldn't let go until she had me up again.

"I want it in my ass again" she said and I obliged her. The second ride wasn't as wild as the first, but it was still memorable. When it was over she had me set the clock for seven.

"I have to be home before nine so I can take care of my mom."

When I asked she told me that she still lived at home with her parents and her mother was an invalid and needed a lot of care.

"Next Friday night? Please?"

"Absolutely."

Mel was my friend with benefits for the next two months. I could only see her on Thursdays and Fridays because she worked afternoons and Thursday and Friday were her days off. We had to play at Marci's because of Mel's mother.

"If I brought you home with me she wouldn't understand lover."

As wild as Mel was twice a week was more than enough. Playing with Mel came to an abrupt stop one Monday night near the end of our second month. I got off work and headed for my car and when I got there I found a man leaning against it. He straightened up as I walked up and said:

"About time you got here."

"Do I know you?"

"No, and you are going to be sorry that you ever met me."

"What's this all about?"

"I aim to tear you a new asshole."

I looked him over and then said, "It might not be all that easy for you. Care to tell me why you want to try?"

"Because you have been fucking my wife, that's why."

"Bullshit! I'm not screwing anybody's wife."

"You deny you are fucking Mellie?"

"Mel? Mel isn't married."

"The fuck she ain't! She's been married to me for ten years."

"If you are telling the truth and she is married I sure didn't know it. She isn't wearing rings and nobody at the Grotto ever told me that she was spoken for, but I'll tell you this. You kick her out and I'll take her in."

"Why the hell would you do a stupid thing like that? If she cheats on me she'll cheat on you."

"Have you asked her why?"

"She doesn't know that I know."

"You need to find out why. All I know is that if I take her I damned sure won't give her any reason to cheat. But I will say this. Now that I know that she is married I'll keep my hands off of her until the two of you have it out. But I do have a question for you. How can she go out every Friday and Saturday and stay gone all night without you knowing?"

"I drive a truck and I'm gone from Thursday to Sunday."

He stared at me as I prepared for his charge, but he surprised me and turned and walked away.

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I spent the next week thinking about who I'd get to replace Mel. I stopped in at the Grotto on Friday and about half an hour after I got there Mel came in, saw me, and came over to join me. She sat down and said:

"I understand that you've met Royce."

"If Royce is your husband then yes, we have met."

"Is that going to keep us from having fun?"

"That depends on what happens."

"In what way?"

"I told him that I would stay away from you unless he got rid of you. Has he kicked you out yet?"

"No and he won't because he loves me."

"Then we can't play."

"Why not?"

"Because you are married and if I had known that up front I never would have started with you. I would never have knowingly done to another man what my wife and her lover did to me."

"I don't see it that way. I'm only doing with you what Royce refuses to do with me. I love the man, but I need more than twice a week and only in the missionary position. Maybe if I had been a virgin when I married Royce it would be different, but I love anal and oral. I like doggie and cowgirl. Royce makes love to me, but I need to be fucked every once in a while and he won't do it so I look for guys who will. You and I have a great thing going lover. Let's not stop."

"Sorry Mel, but unless Royce tells me that he has kicked you out we are history."

She stared at me for a moment or two and then she got up and moved to another table and within five minutes she had a guy sitting with her. I danced with several other ladies who were there, but made no move to take up with any of them. An hour before closing the guy sitting with Mel went to the bathroom and Mel got up and came over.

"Last chance" she said.

"Sorry Mel, but you know my position on it."

"Your loss" she said and she went back over to her table. When the guy came back they left.

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That night did cause a change in things other than in my relationship with Mel. A loud banging on my bedroom wall woke me up around four in the morning. It was the wall between Marci's bedroom and the one I was using. I heard:

"Oh God yes, yes, yes! Fuck me hard, oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

The banging on the wall was the headboard of Marci's bed as whoever she had with her did his best to do what Marci asked of him.

You want weird? Try listening to your baby girl in the throes of passion. It took me a half hour to fall back to sleep and in the morning when I woke up my plan for the day was to find me an apartment.

Marci was fixing breakfast when I walked into the kitchen. As I poured myself a cup of coffee she smiled at me and asked me if I had slept well. I decided that she didn't need to know that she had woken me up so I just told her that I'd slept like a log.

It was a Saturday and I spent most of it looking for an apartment and I found one that I liked and I filled out the paperwork. When I got back to Marci's she said:

"Mom called. You need to give her a call."

"Why?"

"She has a contract on the house."

"So? I'll mail her a power of attorney."




Frank and Iris



"Call her daddy. It won't kill you to talk to her."

I hadn't spoken to Iris since moving to the coast and I wasn't sure that I wanted to hear the sound of her voice. No contact with her made it easier to put what she had done in the back of my mind. I had loved the stupid bitch. Hell, I still loved her and I thought about her all the time. I even thought about her when I was making love to Anna and Mel. No; I really did not want to hear the sound of her voice.

But Marci was on a mission and she brought me the phone and said, "Call!"

I should have said "No!" and then got up and left the room, but I didn't. I punched in my old home number. It rang four times and then:

"Hello?"

"Hello Iris. Marci said you called and needed to talk to me."

"How are you Frank?"

"I'm okay Iris. What did you need to talk about?"

"I miss you Frank."

I don't know where it came from; Lord knows I didn't mean to say it, but "I miss you too Iris" was out of my mouth before I had a chance to think about it.

"Oh God Frank; do you mean it?"

"What did you call for Iris?"

There was a bit of silence and then she said, "We have a buyer for the house. I waited to call until they had their financing in place. The closing is set for the 12th at 2 p.m. Can you make it?"

"I don't know. That's only six days away. Kind of short notice, but I'll see what I can work out and call you back."

"I hope you can make it Frank."

"We'll see Iris. I'll call you tomorrow."

As I hung up I was wondering why I hadn't just said that I'd Fed-Ex my power of attorney to her father or her brother. Marci saw the look on my face and said:

"What's the matter pops? Whatcha thinking?" 

I shrugged and said, 'I'm trying to make up my mind on whether to go back or just send my power of attorney."

"Why wouldn't you want to go back?"

"Just the sound of your mother's voice upset me so how would I handle seeing her? I don't know if I can do it."

"When are you going to start being honest with yourself pops."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I saw the look on your face when you were talking to mom. You miss her. I have no idea of what on between you two other than at the time it hurt you badly, but not being with her is taking a toll on you. I never intended to tell you this, but mom calls a couple of times a week asking about how you are. She is miserable pops. She misses the hell out of you. It's been months now pops and maybe you have healed enough to sit down with her. You need to go back daddy; it won't kill you."

"While we are on the subject of what I need to do you need to know that I'm looking for a place of my own."

"Why? What we have here is working."

"For the most part it has, but it is time for me to give us both some space."

I saw the sudden understanding register on her face and she blushed and said, "I need to check on dinner" and she hurriedly left the room. After a silent dinner Marci asked:

"Are you going to the Grotto tonight?"

"No. I think I'll just park myself in front of the TV for a while."

"The ladies will be disappointed. I know a couple of them who are just itching to take Mellissa's place."

"You aren't making any sense her little girl. On the one hand you are telling me to go back home and get with your mom and on the other you are trying to line me up with your friends at the Grotto."

"That's not what I said. I don't know if it is even possible for you to put things back together with mom. What I was getting at was that you need some kind of closure."

"I'm still staying in tonight. I need to pack. I found a place and all I'm waiting on is for them to do a credit check. I will probably move in on Monday or Tuesday."

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Monday I got a call at work telling me that I had been approved so that night I started moving into my new place. I rented a two bedroom intending to make the second bedroom into a home office. Marci insisted on coming along with me and as I moved stuff in she was saying things like, "I have the perfect curtains for this room" and "Yuk! This carpet is a simply horrid color. You should ask them to replace it." She helped me set up the kitchen and then she left for home leaving me to spend my first night in my new place.

The next day was 'settle in' time and then the day of decision was upon me. Did I go back for the closing or did I fax or Fed-Ex my power of attorney?

I wrestled with it and in the end I decided to go back. I picked up the phone and called.

"Hello?"

"It's me. I've decided to come back for the closing instead of sending a power of attorney. Where is the closing?"

"In the conference room at the First Bank on Sheppard at two. I'll make up the spare bedroom for you."

"I don't think that would be a good idea. I'll stay at the hotel just down the street from the bank."

"Don't be silly Frank. No need to waste money on a hotel room while you still own a four bedroom house."

"I'll think on it. See you at the bank. Bye."

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I'd done a lot of thinking since my final talk with Mellissa and I did more thinking on the flight back. Did Iris do what she did for the same reason that Mel stepped out on Royce? Was I too milk toast in the bedroom with Iris? We made love, but had we ever fucked? I couldn't remember ever being with Iris the way I was with Anna and Mellissa. Had she needed to be fucked every once in a while instead of being made love to all the time? Iris had said that the reason she did what she did was not because I was inadequate in the bedroom, but that she wanted to do something wicked and wild for once in her life. Was that a lie because she didn't want to hurt my feelings? Was the real reason she turned to Haarbauer was because she needed to be fucked? I doubted that I'd ever really know the truth of that.

Iris was already in the conference room when I got there. She smiled when I walked into the room and stood up and started to move toward me. I quickly put the table between us and the smile faded a little. I did notice that she looked great and it was obvious that she had dressed for me. She was wearing my favorite dress and her sexiest heels and had her hair just the way I liked it.

Before Iris could say anything other people came into the room and we got down to the business of getting all the paperwork done. When it was over I had a check in my pocket for eighty seven thousand, three hundred and sixty-two dollars. There was also thirty-six cents, but who was counting. As we were leaving the room Iris asked:

"Are you staying at the house? We don't have to be out until the fifteenth."

"I think not. I have some other business to take care of and then I'm going to try and catch the late flight back to the coast."

I saw the disappointment register on her face and she said, "Are you ever going to forgive me Frank?"

"I don't know Iris. You hurt me; you hurt me bad. Maybe it will fade in time, but I don't know. I need to be going. Goodbye Iris."

She stood there and watched me walk away. Walking away was hard and I'll admit it. I had wanted to take her in my arms. A voice in my head was saying:

"Lighten up Frank. She fucked a guy and then admitted it was a mistake. You are still married to her and yet you fucked Anna and Mel. One washes the other. You want her and you know you do."

It was hard to ignore that voice but I forced myself to do it.

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At five I was parked down the block when Haarbauer came out of the building and got in his car. As I waited I was thinking about what my lawyer had been telling me about the suit against Haarbauer. Haarbauer had refused to settle and had said if we pushed it and he lost in court he would just file bankruptcy and fuck us out of any payoff.

When Haarbauer pulled away from the curb I fell in behind him and followed him. He pulled into the parking lot at The Apollo Lounge and I pulled in right behind him. I found a parking place between his parking place and the door of the lounge and then I got out of my car and waited. He came walking toward the door and I stepped out in front of him, smiled and said:

"Hi there Ted. Long time no see."

He tried to turn and run, but I grabbed him, spun him around and hit him in the face as hard as I could. Blood spurted from his nose and his knees buckled. He hit the ground and I kicked him eleven hard times in his balls and then I got back in my car and left. I drove from the lounge to 1384 Meadow Brook Lane and rang the doorbell. When Janet opened the door I just handed her a copy of my conversation with Iris and said:

"I hate to ruin your day Janet, but you need to hear what is on this tape. I'm sorry Janet. You don't deserve this" and then I turned and walked away.

Two hours later I was on a plane flying home.

The next morning I called my attorney and told him to drop the suit against Haarbauer. 

"After hearing what he said to you I decided to give his wife a copy of the tape and let her fuck over him."

"Wise decision since we might not have won anyway. The courts have been kind of soft on these kinds of actions lately. The final hearing on your divorce is a week from Friday and you don't need to be here for it. Sixty days after that you will be a free man."

Some how that news didn't fill me with Joy.

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I banked the check from the sale of the house and made a mental note top start looking at condos in about four months. I had signed a six month least on my apartment so I was locked in there, but toward the end of the lease I needed to be looking for a more permanent place to live.

The week went by quick and on Friday night I hit the Grotto. I danced with several of the ladies there, but I didn't feel like making a move on any of them. Not to say that I would pass up on them the next time, but that night I just didn't feel like doing anything. I saw Mel and she waved at me and I had a moment of regret that I'd found out she was married. I called it a night and headed on home around ten.

Saturday night I was back at the Grotto and twenty minutes after I sat down Marci came in and sat down with me. Then some of her friends came over and joined us and we had to push a couple of tables together. The one thing that always amazed me about the Grotto was that most of the women who came into the place were self-assured and they pretty much went after what they wanted. I was asked to dance a hell of a lot more than I asked. There were three women at the table besides Marci and all three of them asked me to dance. I danced a couple of times with each of them and around eleven as I was dancing with Ruby she moved in tight against me and felt the erection that I was sporting and in a husky voice she said:

"Anna once told me that if I ever got the chance I'd be a fool not to grab it. How about it Frank? Do I have a chance?"

"I would be a fool if I said no." 

"Any reason why we can't leave right now?"

"None that I can think of. Your place or mine?"

"My place. I'm much more comfortable in my own place. At least for the first time."

She wasn't as wild as Mel had been, but she still wore me out. When Ruby couldn't get me up again I got off the bed and reached for my trousers.

"Where are you going?"

"Home so you can get some sleep."

"Nonsense. Get back down here. We haven't got to the good part yet."

"The good part?"

"The cuddling, snuggling and falling to sleep together. And then of course there is the waking up together."

She was right. The waking up together was awesome.

For the next two months Ruby and I got together two or three times a week. It was strictly a FWB relationship and Ruby and I were both aware of it. The one night Ruby almost destroyed me and as I was lying on my back gasping for breath she dropped it on me.

"Tonight was our last night lover. I'm getting too attached to you" and just like that it was over. I was disappointed because I had gotten quite comfortable with Ruby.

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While I was with Ruby things imploded between Mellissa and Royce. Royce had gone after Mel's current boyfriend and had hurt him so bad that he put the guy in intensive care. Royce got locked up and Mel not only refused to go his bail, but had divorce papers served on him while he was in jail.

Two weeks after Ruby turned me loose I got a call from Mel.

"You said you wouldn't see me until Royce and I were history. Can you fit me in on Friday?"

"Are you sure? What about the other guys you have been seeing?"

"They are not up to your standards. Yes or no?"

I was going to say no to an ego boost like that? "Want me to pick you up?"

"Say seven? And be prepared for the possibility that we might not even leave my place."

We didn't and we never fell asleep until after two in the morning. We had a morning wake up bout followed by a shower and then we headed out for breakfast at the Village Inn just down the street. We spent the weekend together and made a date for Tuesday. 

Monday my attorney called me and told me that the divorce was final.

"I've mailed the papers and they should get to you by Thursday. You going to come back and celebrate?"

"Not just yet, but maybe by the end of the month."

As I hung up I realized that I had nothing to celebrate. All I felt was a sense of loss.

The next two months were filled with work, condo hunting and Mel. Royce had been found guilty of assault with malicious intent and was serving a nine month sentence at the county work farm and Mel's divorce was moving along. She was starting to talk about what we would do when she was free and it was apparent that she was hoping I'd put a ring on her finger. I didn't say anything, but it wasn't going to happen. She was a great bed buddy, but she had freely cheated on Royce and with more than one guy. I'd be willing to keep her for years and years and years, but I'd never marry her and sooner or later I was going to have to tell her that.

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Sooner came a lot quicker that I expected and I didn't have to tell her. It was more of a 'show her' than anything else.

It was a Saturday night and Mel and I were at the Grotto. We were on the dance floor and I happened to be looking at the door when Marci came in. She wasn't alone. 

She had Iris with her.

To say that Iris looked great would be one hell of an understatement and I must have tensed up because Mel felt it and asked if something was wrong and I told her no, that I had just felt a sudden chill. We had been sitting at a couple of shoved together tables with some of the other regulars and naturally that was where Marci headed. By the time the band had finished the number Mel and I were dancing to and announced that they were going to take a break Marci and Iris were sitting at the table. Over Mel's shoulder I saw Marci introducing Iris to the others at the table and she must have introduced her as "my mother" because I saw several quick glances my way.

Mel and I made our way back to the table and Iris saw me coming and her face broke out in a big smile that quickly faded when she realized that the woman walking next to me was in fact with me and not just walking across the floor near me. Mel and I sat down and Iris said:

"Hi Frank. How have you been?"

"Not bad Iris and you?"

"I've been better, but not for a while. You going to introduced me to your friend?"

"Certainly. Mel, this is Iris and Iris, this is Mellissa although she prefers to be called Mel."

"Oh come on Frank; surely you can do better than that."

"Okay. Mel, this is Iris my ex-wife – heavy on the ex part. Iris, this is Mel. My main squeeze."

Mel laughed and said, "Oh goodie. Maybe we can get together and exchange stories."

From the look on Iris's face I figured it would be a cold day in hell before that happened. There was general chit chat at the table and Iris studiously avoided looking in Mel's direction and when the band returned and started the first number of their next set I grabbed Marci by the hand and pulled her out onto the dance floor.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Mom called me and asked me if she could stay with me now that you have moved out and into a place of your own. I was going to say no to my mother?"

"You don't think that maybe I should have been given some warning before you brought her in here?"

"Probably, but she wanted to surprise you."

"She did that all right. Damn it Marci! How could you do this to me?"

"It was not hard pops. I happen to love both of my parents and it is easy for me to see that both of my parents still love each other and don't bother denying it. I saw your face light up for a few seconds when you first saw her walk in and God knows I've listened to her enough over the last few months to know that not being with you is killing her. If I can do anything to get the two of you back together I'm going to do it. Bringing her here tonight is just the first step."

"You are meddling Marci."

"I know, but like I said, I love you both and I want to see you back together."

"No chance of that little girl – no chance at all.

"We'll see" she said as the number ended.

The next number was starting as we made our way back to the table and I saw a man ask Iris to dance. They moved out onto the floor as Marci and I sat down. Iris and her partner stayed out on the floor for three numbers and about half way through the third number I felt a sharp jab in my ribs. I turned and saw Mel looking at me.

"You are supposed to be here with me not out on the dance floor with your ex."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You haven't taken your eyes off of her since she went out on the dance floor and if the look on your face is any indication you want to go out there and kill the guy she is dancing with."

I realized that she was right. I did want to go out there and tell him to get his hands off of my wife. My wife? Where the hell did that come from? She wasn't my wife any more.

"Call me when you decide what you really want" Mel said as she stood up. "Right now it is obvious, at least to me, that your heart is out there on the dance floor."

She walked away and left me sitting there.

Out on the dance floor I saw the man's hands slide down to Iris's ass and I felt a sudden rage that I didn't know I was capable of. I exploded out of my chair and was on him before he even saw me coming. I grabbed his shoulders and jerked away from Iris and said:

"Get your filthy fucking hands off of my wife!"

He gathered himself to come at me, but one look at my face made him think better of it and he turned and walked away. I looked at Iris and saw a bemused expression on her face.

"Aren't you forgetting something Frank? I seem to remember a legal thing that says I'm not your wife any more."

"He had his hands on your ass."

"Maybe I wanted them there."

"You want hands on your ass?!! I'll give you hands on your ass" and I grabbed her arm and drug her along as I headed for the parking lot. She stumbled and lost one of her heels, but I wouldn't stop and let her pick it up. She was saying:

"Stop this Frank! Stop this right now. Damn it Frank, let go of me. My purse. My purse is at the table. Damn I Frank, stop this right now."

I ignored her and pulled her outside and over to where I was parked. Fortunately it was in a dark part of the lot. I bent her over the fender of the car and pulled her dress up.

"What are you doing Frank? Damn it; I don't want this!"

"Tough shit Iris, I do."

I grabbed her panties and tried to rip them off, but they wouldn't tear so I just pushed them to the side. I held her bent over the fender with my left hand in the middle of her back while I used my right to unzip and take out my cock. I pushed the head of my cock at her asshole and pushed.

"No Frank, no! Not there Frank, not there. Please Frank. Not there."




Frank and Iris



"Why not? You wanted something on your ass didn't you? Isn't that what you said? Maybe you wanted his hands on your ass?"

"I've never done that Frank."

"Always a first time for everything Iris. Aren't you the girl who said she wanted to do something wicked and exciting? What could be more exciting than being fucked in your ass in a bar parking lot where people can walk by and see it happening."

"If you want my ass take me to your place and do it right. Do it Frank, but not here and not like this." 

"Get in the car Iris."

"I need to get my purse and my other shoe."

"Marci will take care of that. Get in the damned car."

"Yes Frank."

She went around and got in on the passenger side and as soon as I was in the car she slid over next to me and took hold of my cock which was still sticking out of my fly.

"Move your seat back a little Frank."

I did and she bent and took my cock in her mouth. She tongued it and then took her mouth off of me long enough to say:

"Drive Frank, drive."

She sucked on me all the way to my apartment and while doing it she managed to work her panties off. When we pulled up and parked at the apartment and I shut off the motor she said:

"Want to do me on the back seat Frank? You've never done me on a back seat."

"How many have?"

"None Frank. I haven't had a man since my last time with you."

"No backseat this time Iris; not with a perfectly good bed less than a minute away." 

I opened my door to get out and Iris giggled and grabbed my arm. "A flag pole needs a flag Frank" and she hung her panties on my erect cock.

I fucked her! For the first time since I met her I fucked her. I did not make love to her; I fucked her and then I made her suck me hard and I took her ass. I was slow and gentle until I was all the way ion and then I fucked her hard. When it was over I pulled her into the bathroom and made her wash me and then suck me hard again. I fucked her hard one more time and then I fell to the bed next to her totally exhausted. She snuggled into me and whispered, "Thank you Frank" and then she fell asleep. A minute later I zonked out too.

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When I woke up in the morning Iris was awake sitting up in bed and watching me. When she saw that I was awake she asked:

"Why Frank?"

"Why what?"

"Why last night? You couldn't wait to get rid of me, but last night you were jealous. It was all over your face Frank. I could read it and so could anyone else who was paying attention. The look fairly screamed out "That's my woman you have your hands on asshole." Am I Frank? Am I your woman?"

"I don't know what happened last night Iris. It just happened and I don't know why."

"Well I am glad that it did Frank. I only wish that it had happened sooner."

She got off the bed and said, "If you'll tell me where everything is I'll fix us some breakfast."

"There isn't anything here. I haven't gone grocery shopping yet this week. We will go out to the Village Inn, but first you had better call Marci. She might be worried."

"I don't think so. I think what happened last night is what she was hoping would happen when she took me with her to that place. I think that you are the one who needs to make a phone call."

"Me? Who do I need to call?"

"The young lady you were with last night."

"Why do I need to call her?"

"I'm hoping that it will be to tell her that you won't be seeing her any more. I want more nights like last night Frank. Maybe another twenty or thirty years worth."

I laid there and looked at her and suddenly realized that I wanted it too.



Frank and Jean



I saw the couple back in the dark corner acting like they were out for a quiet evening together, but they were anything but. They had followed us in, taken a seat where they could watch us and hadn't taken their eyes off of us since we sat down. The might as well have been wearing signs that said "Private Detectives at Work." The 'us' they were watching? Me and my secretary Kathy.

Actually Kathy was more of a personal assistant than a secretary and she always traveled with me when I went out of town on business. My wife's boyfriend thought that Kathy was much more and he was trying to find out for sure. He was trying to get information that he could give to Jean so she could divorce me and get a big pot of money. She obviously hasn't told him why she can't do that.

Kathy and I had flown into Dallas/Fort Worth airport that morning to attend meetings with people from Millgard Industries and we expected to be there over night. I was sure that I recognized the blond in the watching couple from the baggage claim area at the airport. Jean's boyfriend was laying out some big bucks if he was having us followed when we were out of town, but what he didn't know was that he was wasting his money. If I fucked Kathy on the table in front of the PIs and they took pictures and he gave those pictures to Jean she would raise holy hell with him and would probably kick him to the curb.

Kathy and I finished our dinner and I waived the waiter over and asked for the tab. Kathy got up and headed for her room and I moved to the bar. I had a few drinks and gave my watchers something to put in their report. I asked a couple of ladies to dance and I even joined one at her table for a drink. We talked for a bit and it turned out that she was a business traveler also and was just killing time in the lounge because there wasn't anything worth watching on TV. She made it plain that she wasn't there to hook up and that was okay with me because I wasn't there for that for that either. I danced twice more with her and then headed for my room.

Once there I took a little black box out of my suitcase, switched it on and then walked around the room with it. It was a device that I'd gotten from a friend who owned a company heavily involved in security work. What it did was pick up electrical and wireless signals – a bug finder as it were. My room showed clean so I walked over to the connecting door to the next room and knocked on it three times. Thirty seconds later the door opened and there stood Kathy wearing only high heels and a smile.

I wasn't worried about the private detectives. Kathy was registered in room 212 and I was in room 516. The connected room, 518, was rented in the name of Frank Bowers and Mr. Bowers did not exist. My lingering in the hotel lounge kept the PIs on me and allowed Kathy to go up to her room, wait fifteen minutes and then go up to room 518. If anyone would have followed her they would have seen her go into her room alone and we expected that once she was in her room they wouldn't waste any more time on her since I still had a crew on me. Kathy also had one of Alan's little black boxes and she swept her room and room 518 before I came up to my room. Why were we jumping through all those hoops? Just because! I knew for certain that the private eyes were not hired by my wife and while I assumed that their employer was Jean's boyfriend I wasn't sure. It could be a little industrial spying by one of my competitors. Either way my stance was to be better safe than sorry.

Why was I so sure that it wasn't my wife behind the private detectives? I guess that is the story.

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It started as so many other tales of woe started – by accident. I had finished my breakfast, had kissed Jean goodbye and headed off for work. Jean called after me and said:

"Don't forget we are having dinner with Pat and Andy tonight so try and get home early. I've arranged for mom to take the kids tonight."

As I entered the garage I hit the button to activate the garage door opener and the door opened. I got in my car and backed out of the garage and down the driveway. As I backed out onto the street I reached up and hit the button on my remote garage door opener, but the door didn't close. I hit the button a couple of more times and the door still didn't close so I pulled to the curb, got out and went back into the house. I had some nine volt batteries in the basement and from experience I knew that when the remote didn't work it was usually a dead battery.

I went through the garage to the door into the house and as I opened it I heard Jean laugh and say:

"The big doofus is gone. You have time to stop by for a quickie before you have to go to work?"

"Want me in my sexy heels?"

"I'll play with it and get it warm for you."

"We still on for dinner tonight?"

"Good. I love sitting with you, Frank and Pat knowing that we have just put another one over on them."

"Okay lover; see you in fifteen" and then I heard the 'click' of the handset being put back in its cradle.

My initial impulse was to rush in and confront Jean over what I'd just heard, but a small voice in the back of my head said:

"Hold on hoss; best you find out all you can before you jump into her shit."

I quietly closed the door, got in my car and drove to work. I didn't need to park down the block to see who would arrive in fifteen minutes. From what I'd overheard it had to be Andy. Andy was the husband of Jean's best friend Pat.

I thought about the situation all the way to work and "the big doofus" worked out a plan of action. The first thing I needed to do was gather more information and I knew just how to get it. As soon as I got to the office I called Alan Audett at Audett Security Services. Alan and I had grown up together and he was the closest thing to a best friend that I'd ever had. My dad had fronted Alan the money to start his company when Alan had been discharged from the Army. In the Army Alan had been assigned to the ASA (Army Security Agency) and he had learned a lot that he thought he could use in civilian life. He told me his ideas and I had talked my dad into helping him.

When I got through to Alan I told him what I had just found out and what I wanted to do and he said:

"No problem. Get her out of the house and keep her gone for about two hours."

"We are having dinner with Pat and Andy tonight. We will probably go to Duke's Steak House and it will be at least three hours before we get home."

"I'll swing by and get a key. And Frank? I'm sorry man. I always thought you and Jean were great together."

"I thought that too Alan; I thought that too. My problem is going to be keeping myself from going over the table after Andy and getting my hands around his throat."

"There will be plenty of time for that later bud. Just play it cool. Earn yourself an Oscar tonight."

Yeah I thought as I hung up, a lot easier said than done. I took up a pen and a legal pad and outlined a plan of action. First was to get more information and I'd just taken care of that with my call to Alan. Next was to protect assets and that included protecting my credit. At some point I'd have to something about the credit cards that had both Jean and me on them. I'd have to get another safe deposit box in my name only and move some things like the certificates of deposit from the box that both Jean and I had access to. I wouldn't touch the checking account, but I would close the savings account and move the money.

We would end up splitting most of our personal assets evenly, but my largest asset couldn't be touched. When we married Jean had to sign an ironclad prenuptial agreement that precluded her from ever receiving part of the family company. My great grandfather had started the company and passed it to my grandfather who in turn passed it to my father. It was privately held and would eventually come to me. The intent of great grand dad, grand dad and my father was that the company would always remain in the hands of the family and that is why Jean had to sign the prenup. 

Item three was one word. Revenge! I didn't list anything under that heading. I had time to think about it; but it would be draconian. I promised myself that. It would indeed be draconian.

I was putting my list away when Kathy came in and reminded me that I had a lunch meeting with John Crossfire of Crossfire Manufacturing.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"I think so. Take good notes. Crossfire could turn into a good thing for us."

As she walked out of my office I watched the way her ass moved and as always it had an effect in my lower regions. I had to admit it; I loved the ladies. I was completely faithful to Jean, but I liked to look at beautiful women so I hired a lot of them. When Kathy came in for her interview she was hired the minute she walked through the door. I didn't care if she could type or even spell. She was a walking wet dream and I wanted her in my office where I could look at her all day. Luckily Kathy was a whiz at everything and she quickly became my right hand.

After two years with me there was no doubt in my mind that Kathy could step into my shoes and take on my job if the need arose. I smiled to myself as I thought she could easily step into Jean's shoes and assume Jean's duties also. Kathy was the one girl who could have tempted me to cheat on Jean, but fortunately cool heads had prevailed. At least until now. I quickly put that thought out of my mind. Jean's being a slut didn't mean that I had to act the same way.

I managed to get through the day and left work a half hour early as Jean had asked. I was greeted with a kiss when I got home and Jean was already dressed and ready to go. I thought about the award winning performance I was going to have to put on at dinner that night and that led me to think of the performance Jean was putting on. She played the part of loving wife to perfection. I'd no idea that she thought that I was a 'big doofus' and it certainly hadn't shown in the bedroom. Our love life had been great. I'd seen absolutely no loss of love or affection and that prompted another thought. How many times had I followed Andy into Jean? How many times had she given me sloppy seconds? How many times had she kissed me with the taste of Andy's cock still in her mouth?

Was I going to be able to have sex (not make love) with her knowing what I now knew? I was going to have to if I didn't want her to start thinking that I might know something. I needed everything to appear normal until I got the information that I wanted.

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Dinner was the same as it had been the dozens of other times that the four of us had gotten together except this time the 'big doofus' was aware of what Andy and Jean were up to. Knowing changed things a little. Now I was looking for the subtle signs that I knew would be there. As always Jean sat beside me in the booth and Pat and Andy sat on the other side with Andy opposite Jean. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a slight moment of Jean's leg and at the same time a trace of a grin flashed across Andy's face. I wondered if Jean's foot was playing footsie with Andy or if maybe it was higher up and in his crotch. It was something that I would never have noticed before overhearing that phone conversation.

After dinner we went to the Black Hole for drinks and some dancing. Andy danced with Jean and they kept it circumspect probably because Pat and I were there. I danced with Pat and as I held her I wondered if she had any inkling that Andy was cheating on her. If she did I would bet she would never even give a remote thought to the idea that it would be with her best friend. Jean and Pat had been best friends since meeting in the second grade and I wondered how Jean could stab Pat in the back. It would be interesting to see what Pat would do when she found out about Jean and Andy and she would find out. I would see to that.

We called it a night and headed home and on the way Jean slid over next to me and started rubbing my crotch and the predictable happened. Jean laughed, unzipped me, took out my cock and started playing with it as she said:

"I hope you can figure out what I want to do when we get home."

I figured it out all right, but I wondered why. Was it because she had already fucked Andy earlier in the day and got a kick out of giving me seconds? I'm sure that they wouldn't be sloppy, but I would still be the second man in. Maybe when I hadn't been looking she had turned into a nymphomaniac. Nah! I'd bet on it being a kick for her to be giving me Andy's leftovers. I got semi-confirmation of that when we pulled into the garage. Jean let go of my cock and said:

"Do you know you haven't kissed me all night?"

The bitch wanted to kiss me with the mouth that had been sucking Andy's dick. I didn't want to do it, but I had to play the game and keep her from thinking I might know something that she didn't want me to know. I screwed up my mental capabilities to fight the urge to barf and I kissed her. I didn't taste anything odd so I guessed it was just the idea of my kissing her mouth after she'd had Andy's cock in that she wanted.

She was a tiger in bed that night and while she might have thought I was making love to her I wasn't. What I was doing was fucking a slut. I fucked her as hard as I could while thinking of all the other women I had looked at and wished that I could have had sex with. My mind was filled with images of big titted Wendy Potter when I pushed my load into Jean.

Jean let me rest a bit and then she slid down and took my cock in her mouth and as she worked to get me up again I wondered if she had ever kissed Andy after having my cock in her mouth. She got me up again and moved into the doggie position which was her favorite. As I pushed into her I was looking down at her 'brown eye' and I had a mean thought. Jean didn't care for anal (from me anyway - who knows about Andy) but she never refused me if I wanted it. Knowing that she didn't care for it I never pushed for it, but that was before me finding out that she was a back stabbing slut.

I pulled my cock out of her cheating cunt and stuck my thumb in it to get some juice on it and then I plunged my cock back into her and as I fucked the cheating bitch I worked my thumb into her ass.

"What are you doing Frank" she panted.

"Getting your sexy ass ready."

"I don't want that Frank."

"But I do Jean" and I pulled my cock out of her cunt and pushed it at her asshole.

"No Frank. No!"

"Yes Jean, yes" and I pushed into her butt. It wasn't easy since I hadn't spent much time at all getting it ready, but I was in and that was all that mattered, at least to me. Jean gave a sharp little cry and tried to pull away, but I held her fast as I started plunging away. Not being a total asshole I reached under and started manipulating her clit. After a bit she started moaning and fucking back at me. Several minutes later I sent my load deep into her poop chute and then pulled out and went into the bathroom and washed my cock. When I came back she was under the covers which I guess was her way of saying that we were done for the night.

As I moved under the covers Jean asked, "Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"What I told you I didn't want."

"You don't want to know."

"Yes I do."

"You won't like it."

"I didn't like what you did so it won't matter if I like it or not."

"Lately I've gotten the feeling that there is something different between us. Almost like something else is taking my place in your life. I just thought that maybe it was time for the Alpha male in me to come out and reassert itself."

"Alpha male? You are kidding me right? Besides, there isn't anything wrong or different between us. If you think there is it is just your imagination at work."

"I don't know babe; I just have a feeling that something, I'm not sure what, is different."

"So just because you have a feeling you get to brutalize my butt?"

"Hey! You got into it. Toward the end you were pushing back harder than I was pushing in."

"That doesn't change the fact that I didn't want it."

"But the Alpha male did and every once in a while he is going to get his way. And speaking of a feeling. Did you get the vibe that something isn't right between Pat and Andy?"

"No, of course not and believe me Pat would certainly tell me if there was. We have no secrets from each other."

I almost choked when she said that, but I held it in and said, "You want to go to the lake this weekend?"

"That would be nice. The kids love it there."

"Okay then, plan on it."

She was still a little too pissed at me to snuggle up, but I was just as happy that she didn't.

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When I got to the office in the morning Kathy called me and told me that Alan had called and that he would like me to call him as soon as I got in.

"We got a bonus last night" Alan said when I got him on the phone. There was a cell phone on the kitchen counter being charged and since I know you are never without yours I figured it was Jean's. I put a bug in it so now her cell, your house phones and her car are covered. I need to show you where the hidden switch to the master bedroom camera is so you can have some privacy when it is you in there."

"Have they been tested?"

"Of course they have you nasty Alpha male you."

"You caught that?"

"Oh yeah. They are wireless and are motion and sound activated. They send to a remote that in turn sends them to the machines in my shop. If anything goes on in your house it is covered."

"Thanks Alan."

"No problem bud; glad I could help."

"Unless something earth shattering comes up why don't we plan on lunch every Friday so you can bring me up to date."

"You got it. Talk at you later. Bye."

The rest of the week flew by and I did a credible job of acting as the loving husband. We fucked (making love was a thing of the past) on Thursday and on Friday I met Alan for lunch.

"Nothing earth shaking bud" he said as he slid me an envelope containing the evidence so far collected. "Even as we speak she is having lunch in your bedroom with the asswipe. From what we have gathered it looks like it has been going on for years. How many I've no idea, but it is obvious that it isn't a recent thing. Maybe something on the CDs will trigger something that will give you a clue as to how long it has been going on. On the good side they haven't been plotting your death although they have been planning on divorces for the both of them. There haven't been any specifics yet, but it sounds like they are waiting for something financial to happen."

"They won't be getting anything from me. I've got an ironclad pre-nup covering the most important things."

"Don't know bud. Maybe it will come out in the next couple of weeks. They are pretty sure that they are covering their track and that neither you nor his wife have a clue although you did give her a bad moment on your Alpha male night. When she talked to him the next day she told him about what happened and said she was worried that you might be suspicious of something. He convinced her that all it was was you being an insecure husband who felt the need to assert himself. You decided what you are going to do yet?"

"Not yet. I want a hell of a lot of information before I make a decision. I want you to keep collecting, but is there some way you can set it up so I can access the information without waiting for the Friday lunches?"

"No problem. I can give you the feed from the cameras in the house, but not the product from the phone bugs and the car bug. You want it at home or the office?"

"The office. I don't want to risk her finding anything that will clue her in to the fact that I know what she is doing."

Alan slid a small box over to me. "These are bugs that you can put in her purses. If she is like most women she has one or two favorites that she always tends to use."




Frank and Jean



I went back to the office and since I had a clear schedule I went down to the conference room and got the audio-visual cart and pushed it to my office. The cart was set up with a large screen TV and the necessary equipment to play cassette tapes, CDs and DVDs. I told Kathy I didn't want to be disturbed unless it was a catastrophic emergency and then I settled in to watch the CDs Alan had given me.

There was nothing of interest on the phone taps other than Jean's worries following my Alpha male performance. Most of it was setting up times for meetings and exchanges of "I miss you" and "I can't wait to see you again."

The visuals were uninspiring. Frankly I'd seen better porn and after watching the two of them I thought that I fucked her a hell of a lot better than he did. There was one thing that pissed me off severally. It seemed that Jean only disliked anal with me because she gave it up to Andy almost every time they got together. In fact she apologized to him for my getting something that was only supposed to be his.

The one thing I expected to see that I didn't was me being trashed. After hearing myself being referred to as "The big doofus" in the overheard conversation I expected that I would be shot through the grease by them. I learned nothing from that week's batch that told me anything about the why and when they got started.

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The weekend was sex free as Jean, the kids and I slept in the tent at the lake. Monday I was too busy to check on the camera feeds from the house and Tuesday I took a quick one day trip that didn't allow me to check in on Jean's doings. I checked the feed from time to time on Wednesday, but didn't catch anything.

It was going to be hit and miss because Andy sold real estate and could leave his office and visit Jean whenever he felt like it and I couldn't stay glued to the computer all day. Thursday I managed to catch them finishing up and getting dressed, but I'd have to wait for my Friday lunch date with Alan to find out what they talked about.

Jean wanted to make love Thursday night so I came to the conclusion that she enjoyed giving me Andy's leftovers. If I was right she fucked Andy on Tuesday because she wanted to make love Tuesday night.

When I had lunch with Alan he told me that the weeks take was pretty lackluster. They had met Tuesday as I had surmised and of course there was the day before.

"How long do you want to keep going? You have enough by now to burn her."

"I probably do, but I'm hoping for some information that will give me an idea of when and why they started and I'm curious about the financial thing they are waiting on before they go for divorces. Lets give it a couple of more weeks and if we don't have anything by then I'll end it."

Jean wanted to make love that night and I was beginning to see a pattern. She wanted to make love on the nights she had spent the day with Andy. I obliged her with a hard and fast fuck and then fell asleep.

Saturday she told me she was going to do some shopping for clothes and asked me if I would mind watching the kids. I of course didn't and we had a fun day together. Jean got home around seven with a bunch of shopping bags and packages so I guess she did do some shopping, but she wanted to make love that night and that told me that she hadn't spent all of her time in stores.

Since I'd found out about her and Andy – with the exception of my 'Alpha night' – I'd made no moves to start the sexual dance with Jean; I just followed her lead. I wondered if sooner or later she would notice that and if she did would it make her wonder. I decided that I needed to be the one to start things every once in a while so Sunday night I made overtures and got:

"Not tonight honey. I've had a bad day and I just want to go soak in the tub."

It was a first. She had never refused me before. 

That night I did something I'd been putting off because quite frankly, I wasn't sure that I really wanted to know. After Jean and the kids were asleep I got out of bed and went to the kids rooms. I gently opened their mouths and swabbed the insides of their cheeks. I dropped them off at a lab the next day so DNA tests could be run and told them I'd pay extra for expedited results.

That night Jean wanted to make love so I assumed that she had been with Andy earlier in the day. That was confirmed the next morning when Alan called me.

"We've got something. They met yesterday and I think you need to see it before Friday. I'll messenger it over to you."

At ten fifteen I had a CD in my hand and I headed for the conference room to use the audio-video set up. As usual the sex was uninspiring, but the conversation as they were dressing was enlightening.

"How much longer until we can pull the plug" Jean asked.

"It hasn't changed any since the last time you asked. Pat doesn't come into her trust fund until she reaches thirty-five and that's still two years away. Anything on your end? Frank's dad any closer to handing the company over to Frank?"

"Doesn't seem likely. The old fart is as healthy as a horse."

"Well then, since you won't be able to suck anything out of Frank we are stuck waiting for Pat to turn thirty-five."

"Why don't we just say to hell with it and do it? I'll get the kids in the divorce and I'm sure the courts will give me the house until they turn eighteen. I'll get a nice chunk of alimony and half of our assets and that's a lot."

"I'm not walking away from a chance to get half of Pat's five million. It is only two more years – nineteen months actually – and we have already waited six years so what's two more?"

"We've been lucky and I'm just afraid that our luck won't hold. I want to end things on my terms and not Frank's."

"So cross your fingers and hope that Frank's dad kicks off or retires in the next couple of months. The pre-nup keeps you from getting any part of the company, but once Frank takes control of the company his net worth goes up and your half of the assets could double."

"I still think we need to do it now."

"You worry too much love; we are going to be okay."

I clicked it off and then heard "You poor guy."

I turned and saw Kathy standing there. "I'm sorry boss, didn't mean to intrude, but the door wasn't locked and I needed to remind you of your afternoon appointment with Gilmer over at Apex Products."

"How long have you been there?"

"Almost from the beginning. You were so rapt on watching that I guess you didn't hear me come in. When I saw what you were watching I should have quietly left, but I couldn't tear myself away. How long have you known?"

"Far longer than I've wanted to. This stays between us right?"

"You know me boss. You know I've got your back. What are you going to do?"

"Not sure yet. I need a little more information before I decide."

"Anything I can do just let me know okay?"

"Thanks Kathy."

As I ejected the CD the beginnings of a plan began to form in my mind. There were problems with it, but if they could be worked out it just might work.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

The next week went by and on Thursday I stopped by the lab to see if they had the results of the DNA tests and they did. According to the tests the kids were mine. That made a difference in the plan I had been working on and the information gave me the boost I needed to get something going. I was going to attack through the back door if I could manage it. I'd sink them and they wouldn't even know it was me that did it. 

The hard part was going to be sitting down with Pat and not have Andy and Jean know about it. The only way I could do that was catch Pat alone. Fortunately I had a way I could do that. Pat was a mid-level manager in a company we did business with and I called on them occasionally. When I did I usually swung by Pat's office and offered to take her to lunch. I hated to do it to her, but she needed to know what kind of an asshole she was married to and she needed to know about his plan to screw over her.

I hit Milford Manufacturing at 11:15 and talked to Marv, the purchasing agent, and then I looked in on Pat.

"Got time for lunch?"

"With you? Anytime."

We got in my car and drove off. When she saw I was heading away from where the restaurants were she asked where we were going and I told her it was a surprise. She looked at me in confusion when we pulled into my assigned parking space at work and I told her it would all be clear in just a few minutes. I led her into the conference room after telling Kathy that we were not to be disturbed for any reason. I locked the door and said:

"I hate to be the one to do this to you and you might never want to speak to me again, but this has to be done."

"Why wouldn't I ever want to speak to you again?"

"They used to kill the messenger who brought the bad news."

"Bad news?"

"The worst; the absolute worst."

I pushed a CD into the audio-visual unit and hit play. The screen lit up and Pat could see Andy fucking her best friend. She stood there stunned and then said:

"This is some kind of a joke right?"

I shook my head no. I ejected the CD and inserted another. That one had Andy and Jean in a sixty-nine and I said:

"I have three weeks worth of this trash and I probably wouldn't have let you know about it until I decided what I was going to do, but yesterday this happened and I felt you needed to know so that you could decide what you wanted to do."

I ejected the CD playing and inserted the one that Alan had messengered over to me. She watched it and then said:

"That miserable motherfucking son of a bitch. That rotten two-faced scum sucking bastard! And that bitch!! I would have died for her" and then she broke down and started sobbing. I took her in my arms and tried to comfort her even though I knew it was impossible. I'd just destroyed her world and I knew exactly how she was feeling.

"It sucks sweetie and I know it, but the question now is what do we do about it?"

"What are you going to do?"

"I had considered doing nothing and just letting things ride until the kids turn eighteen. If I divorce the cheating whore she will get the kids and I'll end up being a part time dad and your asshole husband will be living with them and be a major influence on their growing up. Once I heard their plan for you I had to rethink things. I had to let you know while you still had time to do something."

"What do you mean?"

"You have almost two years before you get your trust. I don't know what is in your mind. You might love the worthless bastard and want to fight for him for all I know. But my showing you this CD gives you ample time to divorce him before you come into your money. So like I said; you have time to do something."

"If I divorce him that brings Jean into it so you can no longer pretend you don't know what's going on. That means a divorce for you and you lose your kids."

"Maybe, but then again maybe not."

"What does that mean?"

"If you don't use the material I've already gathered Jean won't know that I know. We can put a private detective on Andy and use what he finds out. I know that Jean leaves the house on the weekends to go shopping and that she meets Andy. The next time they do it the detective will be on them and we can use his material to go after Andy. You can spit in Jean's eye and then tell her that you aren't going to tell me because you don't want to hurt me or the kids. That way I could sit on my material until I'm ready to burn her. Of course it may not work that way. She just might say "Fuck Frank; I want to be rid of him anyway."

"I just don't know. It's a crap shoot. She might run to me and confess and beg me to forgive her and tell me a bunch of lies about how she never really meant to yadda, yadda, yadda. If she did I'd probably pretend to forgive her at least until the kids were old enough to leave home. I just don't know. There is no way to predict what will happen. I don't know how long I would have sat on it if I hadn't heard Andy's plan for you."

"How did you ever get onto them in the first place?"

I told her about the overheard phone conversation and what I'd done after hearing it. She shook her head in disgust and said:

"I just wish I knew how long it has been going on."

"I have one recording that says six years."

"I just want to know how long that two faced bitch has been pretending to be my best friend while stabbing me in the back."

She looked at her watch and told me that she had to be getting back to work. On the drive back she told me that she was going to go the private detective route and that she'd be in touch and I told her if I got any further information I'd see that it got to her.

++++++++++++++++++++

Over the next three weeks everything pretty much stayed the same. On two weekends Jean asked me to watch the kids while she went shopping and on both nights she wanted to make love. There was only twice during those three weeks that we had sex when she hadn't been with Andy earlier in the day and both were because I pushed for it. Both times I was told that she really didn't feel like it and both times I said, "I guess I'll have to go into Alpha male mode again" and she gave in. I guess she figured that 'Alpha male mode' meant that I'd take her ass and she had to keep that just for Andy.

At the end of that three week period I got a call from Pat. 

"I've got all I need to go after Andy. You were right. They did get together on weekends and while my PI didn't get any bedroom footage of them at the motel he did get pictures of them holding hands, hugging and kissing and going into and coming out of motel rooms together. He did get some good footage through your living room windows though. I'm going to see an attorney this afternoon and hopefully I'll have him served in a couple of days. I'll call you and let you know when. You should get some pretty interesting audio out of it after it happens."

That conversation prompted the next move on my part. That night over dinner I told Jean that we needed to start watching our finances.

"Because of the bad economy the company is having to make some moves to insure survival. My pay has been cut by a little over a third so we are going to have to start pinching pennies and watching what we spend. We will have to cut back on some things. I talked to the bank this morning about taking out a second on the house to help us get through this. I don't know how long that pay cut will stay in place and there might even be further pay cuts before it is over."

That night for the first time since I'd found out about Andy Jean didn't want to make love even though she had spent three hours with Andy that afternoon.

Two days went by and I got a call from Pat.

"Today is D Day. I had a friend call Andy and make an appointment to discuss selling her house so he will be pinned in place at three which is when he will be served. Also at three I'll be stopping by your house to pay the whore a surprise visit. I'm going to make her an offer she'd be smart not to refuse. If she takes it you might be able to hang on for a while."

I called Alan and told him what was going down and told him that I was going to stay late at the office and I wanted him to messenger me whatever he picked up on the phone taps after three. It was Thursday and I could have waited until our Friday lunch, but I didn't want to wait. I could watch Pat's visit live, but I wanted to hear the phone conversations that would take place after Andy was served.

At three I was on my computer monitor watching Jean putter around cleaning house. The door bell rang and she went to the door, opened it and smiled when she saw Pat standing there. The smile disappeared when Pat slapped her so hard that Jean staggered backwards and almost fell down. Pat stepped into the house and screamed:

"You worthless backstabbing two-faced cunt! How could you pretend to be my best friend while fucking my husband and don't even bother trying to deny it. I've had a private detective on Andy for two weeks and I've got both of your Saturday motel visits on film along with the six times he was here. You really should close your curtains or blinds if you are going to fuck in your living room. It would have kept my detective from being able to take pictures.

"It goes without saying that you are dead to me and when I leave here I don't ever want to hear your voice or see your face again. By all rights I should hang you out to dry, but apparently I think more of your husband and kids than you do so I'm going to give you one chance to keep from ruining your husbands and your kid's lives. When you talk to that worthless piece of shit I'm married to you had better convince him not to fight the divorce. If you don't convince him and he fights I'll see to it that Frank gets a copy of everything that I have."

She stood there staring at Jean for several seconds and then she said, "I still can't believe that you did this to me" and then she turned and walked out. Jean rushed to the window and watched Pat get in her car and back out of the driveway. I could see the anguish on her face as it dawned on her that she had just lost her best friend and I couldn't help but wonder at her thinking. Surely she had t know she would have lost Pat as her best friend when she hooked up with Andy after Andy's divorce from Pat. If she was going to get upset at losing Pat's friendship why had she started playing with Andy in the first place?

I turned off the live feed and got back to work. If I'd have kept watching I'd have only heard her side of any phone conversations she might have had. I'd just wait until I could hear both sides.

I didn't have long to wait. At four-forty Alan called and said that he had something good and would be sending it right over. Twenty minutes later I was listening to Jean and her lover.

"Hello?"

"It's me. We have a problem."

"I know."

"You do?"

"Pat was here half an hour ago. She knows about us."

"I know. I was just served with divorce papers and a restraining order. I guess you need to get ready to face Frank because I'm sure that she will clue him in."

"Maybe not. After she hit me she told me that she wouldn't tell Frank if I could convince you not to fight the divorce."

"How could I fight her? She's got me cold. Pictures and everything."

"I don't know. All I know is that she told me if I talked you into not fighting she wouldn't tell Frank."

"I'm not going to fight especially when I know I can't win so it looks like you are safe. As long as Pat was telling you the truth."

"Why would she lie?"

"Woman scorned and all that. Maybe lull you into a false sense of security so it would be a big shock to you when Frank hit you with it. Anyway, this changes things."

"How?"

"We don't have to wait until she gets her trust fund now. What we need to do now is concentrate on your getting as much out of Frank as you can get."

"That might not be too easy. Right now according to Rob we are in financial trouble. The economy is so bad that the company cut Frank's wages by a third and he is talking to the bank about refinancing the house to keep things going. What are we going to do?"

"I don't know. I was counting on what I could get from Pat and what you could get from Frank to set us up. I don't have a fall back plan. I'm going to be barely able to take care of myself on what I'm making at the agency. The economy has really killed the real estate market. I guess you will have to hang in there with Frank until the economy improves or I can think of something. I'll call you later."

"Will I see you tomorrow?"

"I don't know. Now that I don't have Pat's income to supplement mine I'm going to have to work a lot harder at trying to get listings and sell houses. I won't be able to get loose during the day the way I have been. We will work something out. Just give me a little time to figure it out."




Frank and Jean



I was smiling when I turned off the CD. Time for the next step. One of the things that I learned from Alan was that in his business he met and made friends with some pretty shady characters. By shady I meant that some of the things they did were not legal and above board and some of them would do almost anything if the money was right. I called Alan and told him what I wanted and he told me that it was doable and that he would get back to me. Two hours later he called me back with a name and a phone number. Three hours later in the back room of a bar on the east side of town a deal was struck and I left the place two thousand dollars poorer. I called Pat on my cell and gave her a heads up and headed home.

When I got home, knowing that Jean hadn't seen Andy that day, I pushed for sex and got what I usually got on days when she hadn't fucked her lover. 

"Not tonight Frank. I've had a really bad day."

"You know Jean; I'm getting pretty tired of hearing that from you lately whenever I want to make love. Tell you what. You keep it and let it grow shut for all I care" and I grabbed my pillow off the bed and went down to my home office to sleep on the leather couch. I'd go back to sleeping in the bedroom the next night, but sex with Jean was as good as over. She would have to beg me before I'd do her again. But I wasn't going to go without. No sir; I was not going to go without.

The next morning on the way to work I stopped and bought one of those alternative newspapers. You know the ones. The kind loaded with ads for strip clubs, adult theatres, adult bookstores and the like. I was going to make a list of escort services, check a few of them out and see if I couldn't work out something with one of them. I was making the list when the phone rang. It was my dad and he asked me to come up to his office. I went up to the fourth floor and walked into his large corner office. Myrna, his secretary, waved me on in. I was surprised to find my mother in the office with him.

"You ready to try your hand at running the company?"

"Why? What's up?"

"Your mother and I have decided to go on a three week cruise and depending on how things go it could stretch out to five or six weeks or maybe even longer. You have been left in charge when I've taken a weeks vacation, but that was more of being a caretaker than running things. This time you get to do it all. Make all the decisions. Put out all the fires. You up to it?"

"When do I start?"

"We fly out to Florida Friday night so it is in your hands when I leave the building on Friday."

"Okay. While you are both here I need to bring you up to date on a few things."

I told them all about my situation with Jean and I told them about the lie I'd told her about taking a pay cut and maybe even having to take a bigger one.

"Whenever she is around either of you I need for you to back me up on how bad the economy is hurting the company."

"But the company is doing fine."

"I know, but I'm trying to make her think that she won't come out of a divorce with much. A divorce would cost me the kids and I don't want that. I'll try to keep us together until the kids are old enough to choose which parent they want to stay with or until they are old enough to strike out on their own."

"We will help any way we can" my dad said.

"I can't believe that Jean did that" my mother said. "I've always thought well of her."

"Who do you want to run your department while you run the company?"

"I think I'll give Kathy a chance at it."

"Do you think that's wise? She hasn't had much – oh the hell with it. I did say that you would be in charge so I'm not going to interfere."

When I got back to my office Kathy followed me in. She pointed at the center of my desk and asked:

"What's this?"

She was pointing at the page of the newspaper advertising escort agencies and my list lying next to it.

"She cut you off and you are looking for a replacement?"

"That's half right. I cut her off not the other way around."

"Why are you looking for a professional to take her place?"

"I have needs and I'm not the type to prowl bars looking for one night stands."

"There is a solution to your problem a lot closer."

"Oh? And what would that be?"

She started unbuttoning her blouse as she said, "I'm sure that you will figure it out."

I did and in less than a micro second. It took me a little longer than that to get up and lock the door. By the time I got the door locked Kathy was lying on her back on my desk, panties off, legs spread wide and a 'come hither' smile on her face. She was hot, she was wild and she wrapped herself around me and fucked my socks off. I came in her harder than I had ever come in my life. As we straightened ourselves up I asked:

"Why?"

"I've been hung up on you since the day I started working for you. I've wanted you so bad I could scream, but you were happily married and I'm no home wrecker. It was going to be a case of unrequited love until the day I saw that CD you were watching. Since then I've just been waiting for my chance; waiting for an occasion when I could make my desires known and today that paper on your desk gave me that. You might want to get a couch for your office since your desk isn't all that comfortable."

"You mean that this isn't just a one time deal?"

"I sure hope to God not."

"You see yourself as the next Mrs. Englewood?"

"No, at least not yet. I think we would be a hell of a good fit, but outside of work and our interaction here I know nothing about you or you me. Based on what just happened I'd say that we are sexually compatible, but there is more to a relationship than good sex. I am interested in seeing if there is anything else there."

"Well don't get your hopes up. It may take a while for me to get rid of the first Mrs. Englewood. Ten years in fact. My current thoughts are to stay married to the bitch until my kids are grown. I don't want to lose them in a divorce."

"Ten years? That should give us enough time to see if we are compatible. When can we do this again?"

"I don't think we want to make it a habit of doing it here at work and I'll need to get a few things in place before we can do it some place else. Also, you may be too busy for us to get together again for a while."

"Why would that be?"

"Because this Friday at four p.m. you will be in charge of this department" and I went on to explain what was going to happen.

"You really think I can handle it?"

"I wouldn't give you the chance if I thought you couldn't. If you do as well as I think you will you will get the job full time when my dad finally decides to retire and I move up." 

"Damn! I never expected something like this to happen. Isn't it going to piss off some that think they should have gotten the job?"

"Probably, but so what? They might think they should have gotten the job based on seniority or whatever, but the simple fact is that no one else in the department has what it takes to do the job. If they give you any problems handle it and I'll back you."

She was silent for a couple of moments and then she said, "You have never been to my apartment. Would you like to come over and see my etchings?"

"You have etchings?"

She just smiled and I said, "How about I take a look at them tomorrow. Maybe we can leave work early so I can take more time to look at them."

"You got it boss man."

When I got home Jean had dinner ready and we didn't speak much to each other. Table conversation was mostly the kids telling us about their day at school. After dinner I helped Maryanne with her homework and then I spent some time down in the basement workshop working with Jamie on the model aircraft carrier he was building. After the kids went to bed I spent an hour in my home office going over some contracts that I'd brought home to study.

Jean was already in bed when I got there and after pulling the covers over me I rolled over and put my back to her. That had to get her attention because even on nights when we never made love I always snuggled and cuddled. I knew that she wouldn't initiate sex because Andy hadn't stopped by that day. If things went as planned it would be a long while before she ever tried to initiate sex especially if having been fucked by Andy is what it took to trigger it. For my side I never, ever intended to try to get something going.

The next day Kathy and I left work an hour early and we went to her apartment. She had lied to me. She didn't have any etchings, but she did manage to show me some things and those things kept me busy until eight at which time I had to head on home. I'd called Jean and told her I would be working late and not to bother holding dinner for me. 

When I got home I played with the kids until it was their bedtime and then I watched some TV for an hour or so before going to bed. It was a repeat of the previous night – no snuggling or cuddling – and even though I hadn't watched any of the live feed from the house that day it was obvious that Andy hadn't been by since Jean made no effort to start anything.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

At ten the next morning I got a call from Pat. "Thank you Frank; it did my heart good."

"Of course I have no idea of what you are talking about, but you are welcome." 

"Call me. Maybe we can have dinner some night."

"I'd like that. I'll be in touch."

Half an hour later Alan called and said simply, "It's done."

"I know. His wife just called me."

"The hospital must have called her."

"I'd like to ask, but I think I'll wait until I hear about it through normal channels. Don't want to seem like I know too much too soon."

"Bullshit! That could take weeks. Seems like he got mugged and decided to put up a fight. Bad move on his part. Two crushed knees, a fractured elbow, a broken nose and a couple of missing teeth and from what I hear whoever mugged him did a number on his crotch bad enough that he will probably lose at least one testicle."

"Oh my, what a shame."

"Yeah, right!"

When I got home that night over dinner I said. "I talked to Pat today." Jean's face lost some of its color and I went on. "I stopped by Milford to talk with the purchasing agent and while I was there I asked Pat to lunch. I also asked her if she and Andy would like to come over for a barbecue on Sunday. Why didn't you tell me that she had kicked him out?"

She was silent for a moment and then she said, "I thought that I had."

"I must have been doing something else and missed it. I can't believe it. Why would Andy cheat on a woman like Pat? She's smart, witty and sexy looking. I'd be interested in seeing what he thought might be better. Anyway, I asked her over and told her that we would cheer her up, but she said no. Odd that. She has never, at least in my memory, turned down an invitation from us. She must really be hurting if she can do that. She give you any idea of who the other woman was?"

"No. She was too upset to talk about it."

"Oh well, it will come out sooner or later."

After dinner I played Monopoly with the kids until it was their bedtime and then I read for a while before going to bed. I was in bed when Jean joined me and when she got in beside me she reached over and put her hand on my leg and started moving it upward. I rolled away and put my back to her as I mumbled "goodnight."

In the morning I told Jean that Eldridge from TPM would be in town for contract negotiations and I'd probably take him to dinner so not to look for me until late. There was no Eldridge of course and it was Kathy I took to dinner. We had dessert – lots of dessert – at her apartment later. I got home around eleven and found Jean waiting up for me.

"We haven't made love in more than a week and I'm more than ready. Come on baby; make love to me."

I'd said that Jean would have to beg to get me to fuck her and while that wasn't actually begging it was close enough and I decided to do her, but I had an ulterior motive. I was fresh from doing Kathy and I hadn't showered yet so Kathy's dried juices were still on my dick. Given all the times I had been given Andy's leftovers I thought that it was only fair that I rub Kathy's residue off inside Jean's cunt. 

I really wanted Jean to suck my cock and get a taste of Kathy, but sanity prevailed. She just might have noticed the taste and wondered about it. I didn't want Jean getting suspicious. Kathy hadn't left much in me, but I had enough to get Jean off once before I rolled over and went to sleep.

In the morning over breakfast I said, "Pat got to the husband of the woman that Andy was fucking." Jean's face tightened and I went on, "The hubby must not have had much of a sense of humor. He put Andy in the hospital. Really did a number on him." I saw concern on Jean's face and I forged ahead. "I hear that he is in traction because of all the broken bones and that they had to remove his testicles. Guess he won't be going after any other married women. Did you talk to Pat yesterday? Did she tell you who the woman is?"

"She hasn't told me."

"Oh come on Jean. She tells you everything and you tell her everything. I'd be willing to be that you have even talked about your husbands cock sizes. Am I right? How do I compare to Andy?"

"That's disgusting Frank."

"Jesus Jean; what's come over you? You used to have a sense of humor."

I got up from the table and headed for work.

+++++++++++++++++++++

It was Friday and I met with Alan for lunch and he gave me a single CD. 

"Not much on it. A dozen phone calls from the house and her cell to the asswipe. She wanted to know when he would be coming over and he kept putting her off. The last two days she couldn't get him at all and of course we know why. She called the real estate office a half dozen times and all they would tell her was that he wasn't in. She tried calling his cell, but of course he doesn't answer."

"She knows why now. I told her over breakfast that I'd heard that he was in the hospital and hurt pretty bad. I told her that Pat must have gotten to the husband of the woman Andy was fucking and the woman's husband went after Andy."

"I guess that's basically true." He chuckled as he said, "It was the husband behind it."

We both laughed and Alan asked, "What now?"

"That's up to Jean. I don't plan on letting her know that I know. I'll hang with the bitch until the kids turn eighteen and then kick her out. Of course she might have other ideas. She was so dissatisfied with me that she took up with Andy so she might just pull the plug and end it. If that is the way it goes I'll threaten to let everyone in the world see the audio and video we have collected unless she agrees to my terms in the divorce. I've no idea how things are going to bounce. It will be a just wait and see thing.

"All I can do is wish you luck bud. Should I pull the equipment?"

"No. Leave it in place. I'm still going to want to know what she does. Just let me know if anything interesting comes up otherwise we can wait until our Friday lunch date."

I spent the afternoon with my dad being brought up to date on some of the things I needed to know when I took the reins. At five he stood up and said:

"Its all yours Frank. See you when your mother decides that she's had enough and just to give you a bit of a heads up that might never happen."

He left and I called down to my old office and asked Kathy to come up. Myrna had gone home at five so Kathy's coming up wouldn't get any gossip started not that there should have been any anyway. After all, I was in charge and Kathy was one of my department heads. It would be perfectly reasonable for me to call those reporting to me up to my office.

Kathy came in and said, "You rang boss?"

"Yes I did. There is something lacking in this room and I thought that maybe a woman's view could tell me what's wrong. I already think I know but I want a second opinion – a woman's opinion."

She looked around and then said, "The color on the walls needs to be brighter."

"That's it? That's the best you can come up with?"

She shrugged and I said, "I'm disappointed in you Kathy. The first thought to enter your mind should have been "I've never been laid on that desk."

She smiled and started to unbutton her blouse.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jean seemed out of sorts when I got home and I figured that it was because her lover was in the hospital and in pretty bad shape. She had to be thinking "If Pat could do that to Andy what is she going to do to me? She said she wouldn't tell Frank, but she never said that she wouldn't take some kind of revenge against me."

I acted like I didn't notice. After dinner I played with the kids and we made plans to go to the amusement park the next day. Jean was in bed when I went up and when I slid in beside her neither of us made any attempt to snuggle.

The next day Jean begged off going to the amusement park with us claiming that she didn't feel well. The kids and I had a great time at the park and when we got home Jean wasn't there. She came in about an hour later with a couple of pizzas that she had picked up on her way home.

"I just didn't feel like cooking tonight. I'm not feeling all that great so I'm going up to bed."

The next five days slid by with Jean and I basically just existing in the same house. Neither one of us made any effort to talk to the other other than to say things like "What would you like for dinner" and "Don't forget to put the garbage out." On Friday when I had lunch with Alan he pushed a single CD across the table to me.

"Nothing much. She visited him in the hospital on Saturday. I don't have any visual, but the audio from her purse bug shows she was crying when she left. They mostly talked about how they hadn't realized just how bitter Andy's wife would be and they wondered where she found the guys who did the damage. The good news, at least I think you will think that it is good, is that he told her that unless she can divorce you and get a big chunk of money they weren't going to be able to follow through on their plans.

"It seems that Andy doesn't have health insurance of his own. He was covered under his wife's policy from where she works and she took him off her policy when she filed for divorce. He is on the hook for his medical bills and they are considerable and growing every day. There is some video of her sitting around the house crying, but other than that there isn't anything."

"I guess they are shit out of luck then because she isn't going to be getting any 'big chunk of money' out of me. In fact tonight I'm going to tell her that the household budget is going to have to be cut by a third or she can give up her car. It will be her choice, but it will have to be one or the other. I've already told her that my pay has been cut by a third because of the bad economy and that more cuts may be coming."

"How long are you going to keep it going?"

"That's up to Jean. She can bail anytime she feels like it and there isn't anything I can do about it. The no-fault divorce laws in this state don't give me any leeway, but unless Jean jumps ship I intend to hang in there until the kids are old enough to go out on their own or are old enough to choose which parent they want to live with if a divorce does happen."

"Well I've said it before and I'll say it again, good luck bud."

When I got home I asked Jean if she'd talked to Pat and she said no.

"Isn't that strange? I don't remember a day when the two of you didn't talk. She must be really bummed over what Andy did to her. I'll give her a call and see if I can't get her over here so we can cheer her up."

"I don't think you should. Right now I think she needs to be left alone and don't forget I know her much better than you do."

"Okay, if you say so. We have enough problems of our own right now. We are going to have to reduce the household budget by a third until things pick up at work."




Frank and Jean



"I don't see how."

"Well I'm going to let it be your choice, but it is either reduce household expenses or give up your car. The payment, plates and insurance are about the same as a third of the household budget. You decide what you want to do."

"That's not fair. I need my car."

"Then trim the budget. The bottom line is that we have a third less coming in that we used to have and we have to deal with it."

"I don't se...."

"God damn it Jean! It has to be done. Get used to the fact we will not be living high on the hog anymore. Just fucking do it and stop arguing about it and pray that things don't get worse. There is still a chance the company could fold and then we would really be in deep shit."

I left her sitting there and went down in the basement to work on a few things. I went back upstairs an hour later and asked what was for dinner.

"I was hoping that we could go out tonight."

"Jesus Christ woman! Are you fucking brain dead? I just finished telling you that we are in financial trouble and need to trim the budget. Get the words in your head Jean. Budget, budget, budget!"

She ran out of the room crying and I smiled and got busy fixing dinner. When it was ready I called the kids in from playing and as we ate we talked about their day at school. They asked where their mother was and I told them that mommy wasn't feeling well.

"Something didn't agree with her so she is in the bedroom resting."

After dinner I played with them until their bedtime and then I headed for the bedroom. Jean was awake when I came into the room and she looked up at me and said:

"You didn't need to talk to me that way."

"Yes I did. That go out for dinner garbage showed that you are not taking it seriously when I say we have less money coming in now and we have to adjust accordingly and that brings us back to the household budget or your car. Make your choice by Sunday night and let me know or Monday I'll make the choice."

I slid under the covers, rolled over with my back to her and fell asleep with a smile on my face. There was no doubt in my mind she would chose budget over car, but I had a small hope that she wouldn't say anything to me by Sunday night and Monday I would get rid of her car.

She was quiet at breakfast so the table talk was between me and the kids. I asked them what they wanted to do that day and when they didn't say anything I said:

"How about we go to the park?"

Jean, thinking by 'park' that I meant amusement park spoke up and said:

"I thought we had to budget?"

That gave me an opening to take another shot at her.

"The park is free Jean. You don't have to pay to use the swings, slide or the jungle gym."

I spent half a day at the park with the kids and then we went home and I did some yard work until dinner time. Dinner was a quiet affair. The kids were worn out and Jean apparently had nothing to say. After dinner I watched some TV until I felt ready for bed. Jean was already there and asleep or faking it which suited me just fine.

Sunday morning I said I needed to go into the office and go over the books to see if there wasn't some way to cut our costs and stay competitive. An hour later I was buried in Kathy and she was crying out for me to do her harder and I sure tried.

That night Jean gave me the answer that I was expecting. She would keep her car and work at trimming the budget. She was cool toward me and I guessed she wasn't over my calling her brain dead and I was okay with that. As long as she was cool toward me she wouldn't be trying to have sex and I wouldn't have to make excuses as to why I couldn't or didn't want to.

++++++++++++++++++++++

Monday morning I stopped at the bank and opened a new account in my name only. We had direct deposit at work for our paychecks and I moved the check deposit from our joint account to my new account and then made arrangements for an automatic transfer of two thirds of my check deposit to the joint account I held with Jean.

That afternoon Kathy and I attended a meeting at the Hilton with representatives from Matheson Manufacturing and after the meeting we went upstairs and spent a very pleasant hour before going back to work. Just before quitting time I got a call from Alan.

"I've got something that you need to hear right away. Can you stop by on the way home?"

"I'm on my way. See you in ten."

When I got to his shop he took me into his office and told me to have a seat.

"What I have is all from her purse device. She visited him Saturday and yesterday, but their conversations were mostly him pushing her to get money and her telling him she couldn't because of your pay cut and you putting her on a budget. She saw him again today and the conversation moved onto a different plane. You aren't going to believe this."

He pushed some buttons on his desk and from the speakers on the credenza behind him I heard:

"We have another option. How much life insurance does he have?"

"About a million. He has a five hundred thousand dollar policy that he pays into and another five hundred thousand dollar policy from work."

"Any of them double indemnity?"

"Both of them I think."

"So an accidental death would get you two million?" 

"About that I'd guess."

"So we need for him to have a fatal accident."

"How do we do that?"

"We will have to give it some thought, but I'm sure with both of us thinking on it we can come up with something."

"I wouldn't even know where to begin."

"Put your mind to it; something will occur to you. Maybe nothing workable, but maybe your idea will trigger something in my mind or maybe something you think of will work with something I think of."

Alan switched it off and said, "I'll give you a copy so you can listen to the entire conversation later, but I felt that you needed to hear that part right away."

I sat there silent for a bit and then said, "This changes things. The Russians used to have something the KGB called 'wet work' and right now I would dearly love to know someone who could do that kind of stuff."

Alan looked at me for several seconds and then he picked up a pen and wrote something on a pad of paper and slid it across the desk to me. I read it and looked up at him in amazement and he stared back at me with no expression on his face. The pad said:

"Twenty thousand each."

I reached over and picked up the pen and scratched out the each and wrote "Andy." Then I slid the pad back to him and said "Go." He smiled and said, "Consider it done."

++++++++++++++++++++++

It was hard for me to act normal around Jean that night when I got home. Dinner was mostly me and the kids talking about their day. After dinner I helped them with their homework and then we watched their favorite DVD – The Lion King – and when it was over it was their bedtime. Jean was in bed waiting for me on top of the covers and she was naked except for a pair of super sexy high heels. There was a time when the sight would have had me tearing off my clothes and ravishing her, but I just looked at her, slowly undressed, got in bed and slid under the covers. I rolled onto my side with my back to her and closed my eyes. After about five minutes she got off the bed and a couple of minutes later she got back in bed, got under the covers and we fell asleep.

I didn't sleep all that well and I got up early. I was dressed and gone before Jean woke up. I had breakfast at the IHOP and then headed into the office. Around ten I called Pat and asked her to meet me for lunch. Over taco salads I told her that I was going to tell Jean that I knew about her and Andy.

"I know you don't care about her anymore, but I thought I should let you know."

"You're right; I don't care, but what about you trying to keep your kids?"

"I think I can keep them. Jean likes her lifestyle too much to walk away from it especially since Andy isn't going to be able to do much for her. She can stay and be the mommy, but it will mean separate bedrooms and pretending to be a loyal and loving wife in public. I think she will go along with it. I have a club I can use on her if she doesn't."

"Oh? What is that?"

"All the video and audio tapes I have of her and Andy. She plays my game or the world will get to see what kind of a whore she really is. How is your divorce coming?"

"He isn't fighting it so it should be final in about three months."

I wished her well and went back to work. I called Jean and told her that I had to work late and not to hold dinner for me and after work I took Kathy out to dinner and we ended up at her place for dessert. I got home at midnight and Jean was in bed asleep. Once again I was up and out of the house before Jean woke up. When I got home that night Jean was red eyed from crying and I found out why the next morning when Alan called me.

"Just wanted to let you know that I heard that your wife's friend's husband died yesterday afternoon. The story I got was that someone, one of the nurses probably, didn't clear the air out of a needle when they changed one of his IV bottles. An air bubble reached his heart and it just stopped beating. Some people have all the bad luck. You might want to let your wife know so she can call her friend and offer support."

"I'll do that. Thanks for letting me know."

When I got home that night Jean was not in a good mood at all. I was a half an hour later getting home than usual and when I walked in she said:

"Would it have killed you to call me and let me know that you'd be late?"

The tone of her voice was just what I needed to set up what I was going to do.

"Don't get snappish with me! I've about had it with you. After the kids go to bed you and I are going to sit down and have a little talk and get a few things straight."

I walked away from her to wash up for dinner and left her standing there with a stunned look on her face.

Ten minutes after putting the kids to bed I told her to meet me in the den. She was sitting on the leather couch when I walked in and I took the chair at the desk.

"First off, I know why you and Pat aren't speaking and I know who Andy was fucking around on her with."

I saw surprise and then anger wash over her face and I was pretty sure I read it right.

"Pat didn't snitch you out. She said she wouldn't tell me if you talked Andy into not fighting the divorce, She didn't tell me; I told her" and as I said that I hit the play button on the VCR and Jean got her first look at the material I had been gathering. I let her watch a minutes worth and then I fast forwarded to the place where they talked about Pat's trust fund.

"It was when I saw this that I told Pat about you and Andy and showed her this footage. Why I have been sitting on this and doing nothing about it is none of your business. All that matters is that I have now decided to act. You have three options and only three. 

The first is that you pack and leave and I'll go for a divorce with you getting nothing and me getting custody of the kids. 

"The second is that you can stay here and be a mother to the kids and a housekeeper for me. You will move all your things into the guest bedroom. As far as friends and family are concerned we will continue to appear as a loving couple, but there will be no, and I repeat – no – sexual contact between us. 

"The third option is that you can say "Fuck you Frank; I'm taking the kids and I'll fight to get everything out of you that I can." If you go that route I'll take this little snippet to the police" and I hit the play button again and she got to listen to herself discussing my upcoming accidental death with her lover.

"That is called 'conspiracy to commit murder' and in this state it will get you up to twenty-five years in prison. While you are locked up I will divorce you, get custody of the kids and they will be grown up and out on their own before you ever see them again. Those are your choices and I want your answer before I leave for work in the morning. One last thing. Tomorrow you get your ass down to the hospital and tell Andy when he is released he had best catch the first plane, train or bus out of town because I'll be coming after him. If you care for him as much as it seems it may help you decide on either option one or two because option three puts him in the jail cell next to you."

"I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Tell him. He died in the hospital."

"When?"

"Sometime late yesterday afternoon."

That's too damned bad. I was looking forward to putting him back in the hospital when he got out. You know what upset me the most? Not you fucking Andy, although that did really piss me off, but what really was the pits for me was that when he proposed my death you didn't say "We can't do that" or "I won't be a party to anything like that." You just went along with it. Get out of here and move into the guest room and don't forget I want an answer by the time I leave for work in the morning."

She got up and left and I ejected the CD from the player and put it in my briefcase which I took upstairs and into the bedroom with me. I wrestled the dresser over to block the door so that I wouldn't get a visit in the middle of the night while I was sleeping and then I went to bed and slept well.

++++++++++++++++

In the morning I found Jean sitting red eyed in the kitchen. I poured myself a cup of coffee and then said:

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"What's your answer?"

"You already know and don't pretend that you don't. I can't give up my kids and I don't want to go to jail."

"Okay. We will go over the details when I get home tonight. Don't hold dinner because I'll be working late. One thing to keep in mind. It should be obvious to you that I having you watched. The first time there is any indication, however slight, that you are planning on taking the kids and running I will drop the hammer on you. Understood?"

"Yes."

I had a great day at work and of course my 'working late' was a euphemism for spending time in Kathy's apartment. I got home around nine and found Jean watching TV. I just looked at her and said "kitchen" and walked into the den and put my briefcase down on my desk. When I got to the kitchen Jean was sitting at the table. I sat down opposite her and said:

"The rules are simple. You will continue to be the mother that you have always been. You will maintain the house as you always have and you will act normal where I am concerned when the children are around. When we are out in public or with friends and family you will play the part of an attentive and loving wife. The excuse for our separate bedrooms will be that I snore so loud that you can't sleep.

"As far as you having a sex life is concerned I'll leave that up to you, but you will never bring another man into this house. Whatever you do you will make sure that it does not become public and cause me humiliation. That shouldn't be a problem for you since you have had plenty of practice. You managed to keep me and Pat in the dark for over six years. You follow these rules and nothing will change for you. You will still have your credit cards, access to the checking account and you will still have your car. The only change in fact is that you will no longer have a loving husband, but that shouldn't matter because you didn't want him anyway. Any questions?"

"Just one. How long?"

"Until the kids are eighteen or set out on their own."

"What then?"

"Who knows? That is ten years away and a lot of things can change by then. You can also choose to take option one any time you decide you want to. I will even soften it some. I give you five grand for every year you stick it out and if you make it for at least five years I'll throw in a new car for you to drive away in."

+++++++++++++++++++++

That was seven years ago and things have worked out well. To all observers Jean is a devoted wife and mother. She has had a series of boyfriends, but she has kept them all under the radar and I doubt that any of our friends and family know about it. Except for my parents of course. I told them all about her affair with Andy and I've told them about my current relationship with her, but I've never told them the story about how I got her to agree to the relationship. Her current boyfriend is serious enough about her to put a private detective on me, but how serious she is about him is something that I don't know and I'm not about to ask.

Dad has announced that he is going to step down next year and turn the company over to me. When that happens I might make some changes. Maybe cut Jean loose and give her ample visitation. Another option, and one I'm leaning to, is that there is a house on five acres that has a guest cottage next to the four car garage. I could buy it, get a quiet divorce from Jean and let her live in the cottage so she would be close to the kids. I think Kathy might like that. She hasn't said anything, but I know she would like a more permanent relationship and for that matter so would I.

Oh well, in a year we will see.



Frank and Jesse



The bar was smoky and crowded. Friday nights always were. There were a lot of guys trying to pick up guys. I was just another guy out to do the same.

A fresh Corona in my hand, I took a sip as I scanned the crowd. Seemed I might have gotten here a little too late tonight. Everyone appeared to be taken. Oh there were some hunks I would have loved to have my hands on, some real Marlboro Man kind of guys with nice bulges in their pants. Well if I don't get lucky, there's always my hand. After all we are good friends and it has just the right touch.

About halfway through my second beer, I noticed a man in the shadows at the far end of the bar drinking alone. Not so bad looking, a little different. He was more of the Burt Lancaster type. You know, strong chin, great eyes, and nice body. He was just my type. I was trying to keep from filling my pants with what I wanted to fill his mouth with. As I watched him, he seemed to pick up on my stare. We made eye contact for a moment, and then he smiled and held up his Corona bottle.

As I made my way towards him, he was stroking the neck of the bottle like he was trying to bring it to a hot orgasm. I wondered if he would treat me like that.

I stood next to him. His hand was still sliding up and down the long neck of the bottle.

"Can I get you another? I'm Robert."

"That'll make it easy to remember. I'm Bob. Sure, I've just finished this one off."

"Did he enjoy himself?"

"What?"

"Just admiring your hand action. Looks like it could be fun."

"Oh. Been doing that to myself a lot lately."

"Me too. We could go to my place and try it on each other."

He said nothing as he stood. Instead he reached below the stool and picked up a pair of crutches. As he walked out into view, I could see he was missing his left leg. The pants leg was trimmed and sewn neatly near his hip. 

He noticed me looking. "Hope you don't mind?"

"Never known someone missing a leg."

"It's not so horrible."

-

We stood in the living room, hands holding each other's waist. I leaned forward and kissed him, gently at first until he began to respond. I could feel his tongue press against my lips. My mouth opened letting it inside. His hand rubbed against my bulging pants.

"You ARE ready aren't you?"

"This way." He followed me to the bedroom.

We sat on the bed taking our clothes off, neither of us in a real hurry. We both knew why we were here and it would happen soon enough. I stopped as he began to push his pants down. I was curious what his left leg looked like. I had never thought about that before now. It was short and actually much nicer looking than I might have expected. I stared for a moment actually not really knowing what I might have expected.

"Touch it if you like."

I reached over and rubbed my fingers across it.

"It won't break." Bob put his hand over mine and rubbed it firmly over the end of the stump. "That feels very nice. As we rubbed, his cock got even harder, almost like the touch might be erotic to him.

What I wanted to hold was next to the stump. I wrapped my fingers around his lovely cock. It was already standing at attention, so warm and ready. My fingers fondled his balls as my mouth swallowed a few inches of his cock. Oh God did it feel good in my mouth. It was nearly at the start of my throat before I stopped moving my lips down the shaft, there were still a few more inches I could have gone before my lips reached then end of the shaft. I let it slide in and out, not quite to the point of falling out of my mouth, but just until the large ridge of the head rested between my lips. I rubbed my tongue over the tightly stretched piece of skin on the swollen head. This was exactly what I needed tonight, a really nice cock.

"You're about to make me unload in your mouth," he moaned. I had just started and he was already going to cum. I was both pleased and disappointed. I was sure I could get him hard again.

His stump jerked and slapped the side of my face. Something that was unexpected but strangely nice. I let go of his balls and put my palm over the end of the stump. Some to hold it steady, some to rub it, not sure which. It was soft and felt like a buttock or the fleshy part of the back of a thigh.

"I love that!" he yelled.

I didn't pause even long enough to respond or even question what he was referring to. I was so ready drink his cum and I hoped he would shoot 5 or 6 times at least. My lips moved over the ridge of his cock head making popping sounds as they slipped off and then back on it. Bob didn't last more than another few seconds until I felt the white hot ropes of cum slam against the back of my throat, one, two, ... six. He kept shooting. I gulped as fast as he fired. I slid my hand up and down the thick shaft of his cock milking it for every last drop.

My hand was covered with cum and my mouth still coated with the last small shot as I moved so I could kiss and share the juices with him. I held my hand up to our mouths and we took turns licking it clean and rubbing our tongues together. I wrapped my hands around his face and pulled his lips against mine so we could suck on each other's tongues.

Bob pulled himself on top of me; his cock still hard and pressed against my stomach. It felt different with his single leg pressed against one of mine, and my other leg with nothing pressing against it. 

-

One Saturday morning a few weeks later, Bob suggested that we visit his Dad and Uncle, Frank and Jesse, up in the mountains about two hours away. I didn't know what to expect, maybe a double wide parked on half an acre. As we drove down a long gravel road to the place, I began to suspect I might have been right. A clearing appeared with a nice one-story house, even two nice cars. Not a single pickup. I was floored. I even gave up on meeting two recluses in bib overalls.

As we got out of the car, a handsome man in a sporty wheelchair painted bright red rolled towards us. He was missing both legs. A quick glance made me think he was at least as nice looking as Bob, maybe even more so. I emotionally moved past the lack of legs and was now fixated on his upper body and his muscular arms as I felt my cock filling my pants with its firmness. My tongue was almost ready to dangle from my mouth as I continued to ogle him.

"Robert, this is my Dad."

"Hope Bob is being good to you. Call me Frank."

How about if I call you Daddy and beg you to let me suck you off all night long? Instead I was civil and simply said, "Yes he is. Nice to meet you." All I could think about was pulling him out of that wheelchair and onto the ground so I could fuck him right there; something I was goddamn close to doing. Hell yeah! I was hot for older men and he had my knees weak.

I shook his hand, holding it just a little longer than necessary. I could feel the callous on his palm from pushing on the rims of his wheelchair. His grip was strong and I wondered what his hand would feel like wrapped around another part of my body, one that was now fully erect. I could feel him hold on as well, not quite ready to let go of my hand either.

Another handsome man walked out of the house and towards us. The frayed legs of his cutoff jeans were tight around his well-developed thighs and tight over an obvious erection. Barefooted and without a shirt, he was stunning. It obvious his missing left arm ended well above the elbow, but what remained was equally as stunning at the bulging upper arm on the other side. Like Frank, this man was in very good shape, the skin well tanned, and his straw blonde hair pulled back into a long ponytail. I half expected to see his motorcycle parked nearby. As I looked back and forth at Frank and then him, I was so turned on by their appearance, the way they carried themselves, I thought I had hit the lottery of older hot male bodies.

"That's my Uncle Jesse."

Holy shit Robert; you sure have some fine looking relatives. Are you hiding any others? "Nice to meet you." Or it would be nice to eat you.

Jesse reached out his hand and I shook it. "Our Dad read a lot of western outlaw books as a kid. We were named for the James brothers. He thought it was funny." We all laughed.

"Come on in. Care for a beer?"

"Sure. That would taste pretty good about now." My mind raced back to earlier thoughts of what else would taste so-o-o fucking good too. Oh my yes. I knew there was about a 100% chance of those thoughts coming true in less than a few minutes and I was revving my motor waiting for the flag to drop.

Bob paused in front of Jesse and gave him a long deep kiss like this wasn't the first kiss that he had ever planted on him. Bob's hand was instantly pressed against the front of Jesse's jeans for a moment before working its way inside the waistband. It was fucking obvious that he was stroking Jesse's cock. Jesse's hand reached behind Bob and slipped down inside his pants to grab Bob's ass. I could easily picture the button coming undone and the cutoffs sliding down those fine legs revealing that there probably was nothing on under them followed by them rolling around on the dirty walkway in a fuck contest, maybe to the death. I chucked to myself at the thought. 

Frank pressed his hand against the back of my pants and stroked my cheeks, a finger pushing the fabric deep into the crack of my ass. "We can watch or we can go inside."

Fuck yeah! Lets go inside where I can pull my pants off and you can shove that finger up my ass. I didn't say anything; instead I simply gave his wheelchair a push toward the door. That was enough of an answer for Frank. I was almost unable to keep up with him as he led me towards the front door.

"Grab two beers from the fridge." Frank moved from the wheelchair to the vinyl upholstered couch under the window in the small living room. As I walked towards him, he patted the couch next to him. "Sit here." The look on his face was more like 'get your ass next to me so I can jam my tongue down your throat'.

I handed Frank a beer and looked at him as I sat next, our bodies pressed against each other. Up close, he was even nicer looking than before, maybe early 50's, clean shaven, great blue eyes, and though he had an undershirt on, it looked like he was nicely built. The undershirt didn't stay on very long. He was definitely nicely built. He wore jogging shorts and the pant legs lay empty and flat all the way up to his hips.

Frank looked at me and took a swig of beer. He rolled it around his mouth several times, and then swallowed it. "Bob sure knows how to pick nice looking guys." He didn't look away from my face for a moment before his eyes wandered down my body. I could tell he was checking me out. As his eyes looked back at my face, he leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. I didn't resist. His tongue pressed its way between my lips and into my mouth. Our tongues said hello and began to make love. 

My cock was already hard and begging to be touched. I reached down and felt the front of his shorts. The head of his very erect cock was pressing between his stomach and the elastic waistband, almost peeking out. I pushed my hand inside. There was no underwear was in the way. My fingers wrapped around the thick shaft of his cock and made a single slow stroke from the top to the bottom and back up. 

"Feels good Robert."

"Yes it does." I paused. "Goddamn right it does." I gave his cock a friendly squeeze. I wanted him to know I was ready for more of whatever was to come. This man was lighting my fire like few other men had.

Our kissing quickly resumed. I could feel him pushing on the waistband with one hand as he rocked his hips. The shorts slid off, something that was simple with no legs in the way. The shorts fell on the floor in front of the couch. No one tried to stop them. I moved sideways a little and pulled his legless hips onto my lap as Frank lay on his back. I began to jack his cock in long slow strokes. I looked at his body, at his hips. The left leg was off near hip, just a slight bulge of flesh, the right leg was a few inches longer.

He moved the right leg up and back down, then the other leg. "What do you think?"

With my free hand, I cupped the end of the right stump and began rubbing and massaging it. "Feels good." 

"Fucking right it does," he moaned. He was quiet for a second, and then moaned something I could not make out. I didn't ask what.

"Been like this long?" I jacked his cock and fondled his stump. I continued to rub for a moment then moved my hand towards his balls. I squeezed them and rolled them around in my hand. The sack was large, the balls smaller. The skin of the sack folded up in my hand as I pushed the balls upwards. I let it go and felt it all brush against my fingers as it fell down. 

"One leg a dozen years ago, the other not so long ago. I don't mind."

I leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked it for a few sucks while I slid my hand up and down the wonderful shaft. I took my mouth away. I stared at what lay in my lap. It was different. Frank made a slight sigh as if to say 'do something'. I began kissing the right stump that he was now pointing up towards my face.

"Damn. Bob must have taught you how to love a stump."

My hand slipped down the back of the stump, across his hip, and over his anus. A fingertip probed the opening, rubbing around the puckered skin a moment before slipping inside to the first joint.

"You are good. I may not give you back to Bob."

"May not want you too." And I wondered if I did. I was in heaven playing, sucking, and fondling Frank's cock, the cock that was responding so nicely to me.

As I fingered his hole and sucked his cock, he kept flexing his right hip, the end of the stump rubbing against my hand. My fingers dug into the fleshy stump, squeezing and kneading it.

"Oh Son ... you're about to make your Daddy happy..."

I knew he was about to fire a load of cum.

"Yeah Daddy, fill your Son's mouth with delicious cum." 

Role-playing was turning him on even more than me playing with his stump. It was sure as shit turning me on to call him Daddy, to have him talk like I was his Son. Suddenly he was just Robert's Dad, now he was my Dad and I was blowing him. I was sure ready for Daddy to blow me next.

After the third stream of cum landed in my mouth, I could tell there might be more. 

"Don't stop now Daddy. I want more of that cum in my mouth, your Son's mouth."

I milked his cock with my hand squeezing another small stream of cum. I quickly shoved the full length of my finger into his hole in a single stroke and another load of cum came flying out of his cock and into my mouth.

"Fuck my ass," he screamed! 

And I did. His cock started to harden again and I bent over and sucked it into my mouth.

"Goddamn that feels nice Son."

Frank was moaning and groaning as I fingered his ass and sucked his cock. He stopped and slipped off the couch. Sitting on the floor in front of me, he reached out and pulled my hips towards him until my hard cock was banging against his face. In a single motion, he sucked the full length of my cock all the way into his mouth and began pretending he was trying to the suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. My balls rolled around in his palm and his head bobbed up and down. I was so excited that I came even faster than he did.

-

Just as Frank climbed back up on the couch, Bob and Jesse came inside. Bob sat next to me and Jesse walked into the kitchen. Bob leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth letting his tongue roam around my mouth.

"So old man, how do you like Robert?"

"You picked a winner Son. Damn nice catch. I told him that you couldn't have him back."

"And I told him that was okay with me." I smiled at Bob not really making it clear if I was being honest or making a crude joke.

Jesse stood watching us while he guzzled the beer, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp. He let out a loud burp and then rested the nearly empty bottle on a shelf next to him. He began to stroke the long neck of the Bud bottle just like Bob had done that night at the bar. Now I knew where he got that. His partial arm moved back and forth a short distance rubbing against his side, almost like he was scratching an itch.

"Well Son," Jesse started, "are you and that fine looking friend of yours going to spend a few nights with us? Have some fine steaks we can cook up tonight."

Frank sat up, leaning a little against me. "Bet Robert would like to have two Daddies in bed with him. Wouldn't you Son?" His hand squeezed my rock hard cock a few times.

"Fuck yeah Dad." I gleefully chirped sounding almost like a teenager. I looked at these two older well-built men, their bodies begging to be held next to me, and was about ready to stay for a lot longer. Maybe forever. Maybe Bob could just come and visit the three of us occasionally.

Bob stood next to Jesse and rubbed his ass, his fingers working between the cheeks. An expression on Jesse's face made it look like maybe there was now a finger inside him. 

"Anyone for the hot tub?" Bob asked.

Frank smiled at me. "Great idea! Maybe I can talk Robert into carrying me out there."

"Go ahead. He's not all that heavy anymore." Jesse insisted.

With Frank cradled in my arm, I realized just how light he felt. He draped an arm around my neck and kissed my cheek as we all walked from the living room. Frank's semi-erect cock bounced up and down each step I took. He felt nice against me, strangely nice.

-

The day was cool with a soft breeze blowing over the tepid water. My bottom settled on the bench of the hot tub and he in my lap facing me. His hands grasped my face and pulled my lips against his in a prolonged pleasant kiss.

"I'm so glad you're my Daddy. I love the way you take care of your little boy."

He stared at my face for a moment before reaching down. I could feel him grasp our cocks that were already pressed together and then begin to rub them against each other.

"That feels so good Daddy."

"I love to hear you talk like that. I'm so glad my little boy enjoys his Daddy."

"More than I can ever tell you."

The ends of his thighs rubbed against my stomach as we kissed, our tongues dancing against each other. My hands dropped down along his side and over his hips and rested over the fleshy short pieces of thigh that were pressed against me.

"Oh my, I hope you understand how much you are turning me on by doing that."

"I do Daddy. I'm so glad you're like this. I can't wait to hold you against me tonight and we can drift off to sleep in each other's arms."

Over the bubbling of the jets of water and the pounding of my heart as I thought about how excited I was; I could hear Bob and Jesse lying on the deck pleasuring each other. I glanced over to see what they were doing to make so much noise.

Jesse was stroking the side of Bob's face with the remains of his arm.

"Shit Jesse, you're making me so fucking hot touching me with that."

"That's the idea my little boy." Jesse's tongue plunged deep into Bob's mouth.

Bob's leg stump rubbed against Jesse's long hard cock, masturbating it as if the stump were a hand. Back and forth the soft end of the stump moved, sometimes rubbing against the balls.

"Who's turning who on now Bobby?"

"Yeah Daddy. I'm going to make you cum this way."

"You're wicked."

"Just for you. I know how much you like me to fuck you this way."

A few more strokes of Bob's stump and the thick hot cum began squirting across Jesse's stomach. They both watched as the stump kept moving and the ropes of cum continued.

"Got anymore in there?"

"Doubt it."

"I'm not stopping until the last drop is out."

"You better not."

Soon no more new drops appeared and Bob moved his head closer. His tongue lifted the thick head enough until his lips could wrap themselves around still swollen head and suck it inside.




Frank and Jesse



-

The sun was up earlier than we were. I must have been the first awake and my eyes didn't focus very quickly. We must have not gone to sleep very long ago. I felt like at least another 5 or 6 hours of sleep would sure help. As I began to be slightly more conscious, I became more aware of all the bodies around me. I looked around and found three other bodies. Oh yeah, Frank and Jesse. 

Frank stirred; his face turned more towards me. I leaned over and kissed him. His tongue met mine. His hand rested between my legs, fondling my balls, my cock growing more erect, the head sliding up along his forearm.

"Morning Dad."

His tongue drove further down my throat in excitement. "Hi Son. You made your Dad's ass nice and sore last..."

-

"Robert ... Robert. Wake up! You overslept." Bob sat on the edge of the bed stroking my morning erection.

"Shit Bob! That was the strangest dream I've ever had. Didn't make sense at all."

"You can tell me about it tonight."

Bob turned facing the wall. His leg was now crossed over the knee of the other as he tied the second running shoe.

"I'm going for my morning jog. Don't go back to sleep."

I sat up next to Bob and stroked both his legs. "Sure you don't want me to call in sick? After that dream I have a serious need to crawl all over your body."