0 comments/ 14708 views/ 3 favorites Accusations of Immorality By: Egmont0409 CHAPTER 1 Political analyst and commentator Richard Winn, whose show 'Unraveling Politics' appeared on network TV on Wednesdays from 7:00 to 7:30, was watching satellite TV on connected to the gas-powered generator on Saturday with his wife and her sister at Milly and James's cabin in the woods when the newsreader dropped a bombshell. "Today two unmarried women in a joint statement to the media claimed they had been involved in a three-ways sexual relationship over ten weeks with TV political show presenter Richard Winn. The hugely viewed program originates live from this station and today despite energetic efforts to contact Richard who is spending the weekend in the woods, we have failed in attempts to contact him to get his response. We will continue our efforts to get Richard's comments about these extraordinary claims." "A three-way?" Milly said in awe. However his wife Becky screamed, "Richard you mother-fucker, you disloyal beast," and ran from the room. She'd spat on him. Hell he hadn't deserved that. Richard wiped the spittle off his nose and said, "I must drive down until I can get a phone connection." Milly, holding her breasts out to him grinned and said, "What to confirm or to deny?" "Oh crap. I need to talk to an attorney and a media consultant." "Why is the truth not an option?" Milly giggled. "You would spend your time more productively shafting me." "Shut up Milly. Go and calm your sister. I'm off to get a phone link." Sixty minutes later he had a reliable connection, but who to call first? He called his attorney Victoria Beltrami and she said, "You asshole, you never asked me for sex" and she cut the call. Jesus! Richard referred to the Yellow Pages and selected a media consultant. He didn't know any so decided anyone would do. There was one with an after-hours number and he called it. "Cathy Dulles speaking." "Um the media consultant?" "Yes." "I'm Richard Winn." "Oh hi, I recognize your voice. So what they are talking about is phone sex?" "Um could you advise me about my responses?" "Are you willing to pay me?" "Yes this is establishing a professional working relationship." She murmured, "But without sex?" "Er could we leave that open?" "Yes of course. Against my better judgment I might find you likeable." "Um Cathy, this is bigger than that. I'm entering a fight to save my career." "Oh yes, we mustn't overlook that." Despite his anxiety, Richard found her laidback humor quite appealing. A consultant not predicting the end of his world was a panacea. They agreed they'd have to meet face to face and had four hours if they were to get a statement on the late news. Newspapers monitoring the TV station's news bulletins would pick that up and run with it. Cathy agreed waiting till tomorrow would be too late. She found out where he was and said she knew the area and would meet him in Amelia's Restaurant in Abbott Village. That meant he'd only have a drive of about an hour compared with her drive of one and a half hours. Richard thought about the wait. "I'll have some drinks." "But don't get drunk. You can phone in your statement so I don't want your voice slurred. * * * Richard was thirty-six and had been married to Becky for seven years, initially to get respectability for his TV persona that was growing in strength. He'd discovered unexpectedly his new wife became more robust, more athletic and more challenging in bed the longer they worked at it and they worked really hard at it daily to temporarily eradicate their lust. Along the way came Nicky (5) and Parker (4) who were currently staying with Becky's parents who until now had idolized Richard. What they thought now was anyone's guess. Right now Richard was focused on saving his butt. If the public turned against him and he lost his weekly show how on earth could he afford to sustain the lifestyle the family enjoyed? If fired for breaching his contract relating to personal behavior and maintenance of his immaculate image, no way could he earn anywhere near the $4500 he was paid week for compiling and presenting each half hour show for forty weeks a year. His regular viewers liked him for his intelligence, his insight and presumably the quality of research he and his team used to back up his statements. Surveys had established him as one of the most credible persons on television. Many if not most viewers would be devastated to learn about those accusations by those two blonde bitches and would feel betrayed, learning that Mr Nice Guy was no different from any other guy who fornicated in the gutter. He groaned and thought no fuck was worth this depth of despair. Not even a threesome. How could he tell the truth?" What would pass for the truth? What was the truth? Ohmigod he really did need a media consultant cum media social consultant. * * * Driving through the night as fast as she dared, Cathy Dulles wondered about having sex with her new client. It appeared everyone else did. Cathy was thirty-one, a happy divorcee. She'd found marriage depressing and had restricted her ability to work effectively, for example, at times like this. If someone wanted her expertise they wanted it when they called, not in the morning or after the weekend. She had a law degree and had specialized in mediation and negotiation until going into private practice as a media consultant. Her media experience had been limited to watching TV and reading newspapers and magazines and oh, yes, she'd been editor of her college newspaper for almost two years until it was closed down on the orders of the outraged college senate. Assholes. They couldn't understand her decision to sponsor a 36-hour 'sexathon' did not equate to sedition, encouraging promiscuity and was not primarily responsible for traumatizing those three college virgins that no one had been aware existed on campus. It was only after she'd appeared on a TV news interview and described the sexathon as a healthy way to engage students to appreciation they really were receiving a liberal education that the president of the senate acted unilaterally. She then had the gall to summons the senate to an emergency meeting to endorse Madam President's action retrospectively. Cathy was suspended from attending college for two weeks and banned from all activities other than attending lectures for the remainder of the term. This mission excited her because Richard Winn would be her highest-rated client ever and even if she failed to save his butt the entire community, nay the entire country, would know Richard Winn had hired Cathy Dulles above all other media consultants. That had to count for something. Cathy walked into the restaurant, crowded because it was Saturday evening, and was able to quickly identify Richard Winn because (1) she watched his show most weeks and (2) he had eight women round him, hanging on to what he was saying. Striding to Richard's table Cathy said, "I represent Mr Winn. Leave instantly you whores otherwise you'll be in court facing sexual harassment charges." The 'whores' who really were innocent women on dates with hopeful men or with their husbands, scrambled away like terrorized rabbits. Richard eyed Cathy's chest and said hi and thanked her for saving him from multiple sex over a restaurant table when he was not really up to it. "Thank you Mr Winn. Now could we complete this form and you sign it before I begin talking to you." "Yes Cathy," he said, reaching out to touch a breast but she pulled away and pressed her knees together in frustration. With the form completed Richard signed and the document counter-signed by Amelia Banks, the restaurateur. Cathy had chosen Amelia as a reliable witness with a fixed address and felt her client would not be lured because she suspected Amelia was gay. Cathy ordered two long Cokes on ice and two steaks with salad and Weight Watcher's dressing and as the waitress walked off said to her client, "Richard no way do I wish you to confirm or deny these sexual allegations about you. No more stupid women mouthing off like this are likely to come forward are they?" Richard's head dropped. "Ohmigod," Cathy whispered, really clamping her legs together this time. "Am-am I a goner?" Richard whimpered. "Good heavens Richard, whatever for? Our task is to confront this head-on with a positive spin. I want you to stay in the woods for the next ten days. By then this would have blown over and you can return and rebuild." "But I'll miss next week's show commitment." "Leave that to me. Who is your attorney?" "Victoria Beltrami." Cathy said great, that Victoria was a formidable adversary. "But she cut the call when I phoned her." Cathy said he'd probably interrupted Victoria when she was having sex. He said no, she just sounded disgusted and Cathy thought that was probably sour grapes because Victoria had become aware she'd not bedded her now notorious client. "I think..." Cathy interrupted. "I don't wish to hear this if it relates to sex or the lack or it between you and Victoria." Richard closed his mouth and sulked. For the next forty-five minutes Richard was briefed about his statement to the newsroom at WEEQ-TV and how to answer questions to avoid inflaming the situation. Cathy listened while Richard spoke to the reporter who warned Richard he'd be taped. "That's okay Felicity. I am shocked and dismayed about these spurious claims accusing me of immorality." "Why are you shocked and dismayed Richard?" "Because they are a direct attack on my persona and public credibility." "Are those claims by these women, whom we have confirmed are blonde twins aged twenty-two, true Richard?" "What is truth Felicity?" Cathy hunched beside Richard had her fingers crossed and relaxed when Felicity responded, "What kind of response is that Richard?" "I am a married man Felicity with a prominent public profile and significant reputation. I ask the public to make up their own minds on this. That is my position and I'll not waiver from it." "But that is absurd Richard. What the public wants from you is an emphatic yes or no about the veracity of the claims of those women." "There you go Felicity, providing a perfect answer of how any public issue can be clouded and even a simple yes or no can become misinterpreted. Many people hearing you use the word veracity would be unaware of its meaning and that's why I leave it to my loyal fans to make up their own minds. Good night, I must go Felicity. I think a bear is attacking our refuse." "Richard!" Felicity screamed as he cut the call. Ecstatic, Cathy said, "That was perfect beyond belief. She grabbed Richard and kissed him on the mouth, pulling his hand up on to a breast and then she said to her half-stunned client she must go." "You'll need to keep in touch," Richard whimpered. "Oh baby, I'll book in here sometime next week and will brief you in my room. Wear aftershave. You are a bit earthy this evening." * * * Richard arrived back at the cabin. Becky seized the keys off him, threw her two bags in and he yelled, "Hey that's my car." She flared and said, "I regarded your dick as being mine but you appear willing to share it. Now you are sharing your car." As she drove off Richard's mouth still hung open. The car disappeared round the first bend and Becky's sister Milly clutched him and said, "She can be such a bitch." Richard's reflex reached for a breast. Milly reached under the back of her top and undid her bra. "Your hand is cold darling. Reach under and warm it on my willing flesh." "Er where's James?" "He left this evening on a hunting trip, remember?" Richard liked his women young and Milly was twenty-five, four years younger than Becky. With his hand warming, Richard lifted Milly into arms and carried her inside to devour her. As for Milly, she was happy about this, having long thought about being in bed with her brother. As he'd grown into celebrity status her carnal interest in him had increased exponentially and she'd recognized it as being attracted to power as well as brawn because her dark curled haired brother-in-law was well built and ruggedly handsome. Well technically she didn't bed Richard because he staggered over to the sofa with her where he dumped her, ripped off her panties and clamped his teeth round a labium. She squealed and juiced his face such was her excitement. Milly's eye's bulged when she saw the hairless erection he'd pulled out, dripping slightly and the head becoming increasingly purple as she watched. Milly gasped, "Is that lovely love stick for me?" He whispered, "It's only eight and a half inches but I believe it's thickness that counts." Milly fainted. Richard slapped her and when her eyes fluttered opened he rammed it in and thus began one of his better fucks while Milly told him later it was her best fuck ever. Being vain about his dick Richard believed her. Actually he'd left her bored and sore, taking far too long. As well, when he left her for the bathroom he threw at her a towel from the doorway to clean up the mess he'd left her in. Reviewing what had happened, Milly reached a surprising conclusion: she preferred her husband James. Milly and Richard watched the late news. The phone interview with Richard was played in full. They switched off the set and went to bed where Milly asked, "Did you or did you not fuck those twins simultaneously?" Replying as instructed by his consultant, Richard said: "That's up to you to decide. I've made my statement." He wanted to climb aboard but Milly said, "No, just tongue me." She fell asleep, leaving him beavering away. * * * On Monday Victoria Beltrami agreed to see Cathy urgently and went to her office early and found Cathy already waiting. Cathy briefed Victoria Victoria sighed and said Richard had stalled when he had the chance to come clean and tell the truth. "What's the truth Victoria?" The attorney smiled and said, "God you really are a spin doctor." "Victoria the truth suits some people because it's what they want to hear but the truth may also upsets others." "I haven't time to listen to semantics and theoretical defense argument." "Very well. Are you prepared to act in this matter with me?" "Yes of course. I was just pissed off with him when I heard about this but I don't propose to discuss that." "I can understand how you felt. He should have had you, if only out of loyalty, before attending to those blonde bimbos if what they claim is true." Victoria looked at Cathy in respect and said Cathy was not just a pretty face. After Victoria made an appointment to meet with the TV station CEO and his advisers they two women went out for coffee to prepare their submissions. They arrived in the CEO's office at 10:00 he greeted them and introduced the director of programming and two attorneys. When discussions stalled with the TV company president and CEO Colin Fell refusing to elaborate after saying "Things look pretty grim for your client", Victoria calmly patted her hair and said, "Fire my client and you will be sued for $100 million for destroying his career." Colin's face turned puce and his senior legal adviser Rupert Johns said smoothly, Miss Beltrami, that statement is preposterous. Victoria flicked imaginary fluff from her chest and said, "The Court will decide that Mr Jones, not you." "Johns," said the counsel irritably. Cathy said, "Colin may I suggest an action plan?" The CEO looked suspiciously at her and she outlined the plan, that Richard should remain in hiding until next week when he was due to begin taping segments of Wednesday's show. By delaying his reappearance by a week, the controversy ought to have died provided no other women stepped forward. "What?" Colin gasped. "We have a serial seducer on our hands?" "Oh no Colin," Victoria soothed. "You must understand our client comes under immense pressure from women hopelessly endeared to him." "Well yes, my own wife..." "Colin!" commanded his chief legal adviser. "Women of course make false claims to get into the limelight," Cathy offered. "So this next Wednesday your continuity announcer should calmly say, "Due to unexpected circumstances your host Mr Richard Winn cannot be with us tonight but will be with you live next week. So tonight we play a compilation, 'The Best of Richard's Winn's Unraveling Politics'. The director of programming said, "By god Colin, she's got it, as smooth as silk." Colin eyed his legal advisers who looked away. "Okay then, we go with that. I want Richard in here at 8:00 on Monday week and you two ladies nowhere in sight. Are we in agreement?" Victoria and Cathy stood and said yes and left without saying goodbye. Why bother with pleasantries with hostile men? Victoria said to Cathy, "God they bought that. I couldn't believe it because it seemed so basic." "TV people are so basic darling. Knowing that one then knows how to deal with them. I suggest you cancel all appointments and we now visit the weeping Mrs Winn." "I had been thinking of doing that this afternoon." Victoria she would have had lunch and a few drinks under her belt by then and be prone to aggression." Cathy countered, "Let's go now while she's at her lowest and is desperately wanting to be consoled." "God I'm not very good at that," Victoria said. "Everyone knows I'm a bitch." "Fortunately for us dear my of my women clients are in tears as are some of the men. I deal in tears and despair to earn my money and they expect me to be their shining light forward." "I'll say this Cathy, at least with words you're damn good, a pleasure to work with. The media will be surrounding the house on a stake-out won't they?" "Yes but fuck the media." They clutched each other, chuckling. * * * Richard awoke with a foul-tasting mouth and then with memory function remembered why and suddenly the taste won approval. He sloped off to the bathroom to clean his teeth and rinse his mouth. He returned to bed to find Milly on her back, legs apart and two fingers busy. "Could you be soft and gentle this time darling with stroking and murmuring endearments?" "Oh I suppose so. Occasionally your sister requests me to switch to that mode. Usually she prefers it hard, sweaty and messy." "Are you sure about messy?" "Well perhaps that might not be a preference." Milly groaned as she believed his fat shaft hit her cervix but she appeared to adjust internally and she pulled her butt cheeks together hard to maximize her pleasure but slackened off instantly when she felt his slithering finger move under her butt in an exploratory probe. She practically panted. James was not interest in butt. He grunted, "What should we do today? We could stay in bed doing this till lunchtime if that's okay with you then I'll show my gratitude to James by chopping wood." Milly said carefully, "But without telling him why you are grateful?" "Hell no. I'll say it's in return for your hospitality." "Okay we can do this till lunchtime, er late lunch providing it includes anal." Richard leered at Milly without answering and her body was racked in orgasms as she reacted in excitement. * * * Becky Winn was really angry with her husband. It was one thing having it off with a woman who was not his wife but having it off, allegedly, with two other women and have that splashed all through the media was something quite different. She was aware securing a divorce in Pennsylvania was quite straightforward and if Richard was uncooperative she could nail him for adultery if the media could prove these allegations for her, er for the public. God if Richard wanted to fuck someone else why couldn't he do it with her friends; they would remain loyal to her and not blabber to the media. Accusations of Immorality Becky was in two minds about seeking a divorce. The problem was she'd found it very difficult to get off with vaginal sex until Richard entered her life. The very first time he plunged into her she came so heavily so thought she'd urinated. After that they'd honed their techniques and requirement until now sex for them worked like a well-oiled machine. She worried that he might be irreplaceable. Her brother had been at her three times, no restrictions imposed, but he proved he was no substitute for Richard and anyhow he was married to Milly. Well she would not hurry into making her decision. God if the Sunday papers published photos of Richard's bald dick she'd die of embarrassment. Next day Parker was playing in the kitchen with his fire engine so Becky took the opportunity to ask Nicky the big question. "Darling if mommy and daddy decided not to live together any more who would you choose to live with?" "Don't be silly mommy. Daddy wouldn't let you go away." "Why not darling?" "Because he loves you." Becky gritted. Oh yeah? "But darling, say it happened. Would you decide to live with daddy or mommy?" "Daddy." Recovering from the shock, Becky asked why would daddy prefer to live with daddy? "Cos he doesn't growl about me being untidy and he reads me stories." "But I read you stories." "Not as good as daddy does. Don't you know that?" Fuck daddy, Becky fumed and then regretted thinking that because some bitch probably was doing just that. She was leaving Nicky with her coloring-in book when the five-year-old said, "Can I tell daddy you asked me that or is it a secret?" Ohmigod, Becky sighed. Her little girl is already prepared to be devious at her age. She put the same question to Parker. He didn't attempt to cross-examine her. He came straight out with it, without looking up. and said daddy. "Why do you say daddy and not me?" "Because I thought daddy. Want me to say you?" "No, don't bother." Becky staggered to the bar in horror and poured herself Vodka on rocks. God her children were prepared to disown her for a lecherous adulterer. Little wonder the world was so stuffed up. She wept into her Vodka and gradually began to feel warm and protected within herself. She felt ready to smile again and decided to get drunk after the children were in bed thinking about their beloved father. Actually Becky didn't like drinking too much liquor because of the after-effects so drank no more that night. She was in bed, no longer weeping, when a minor miracle occurred. Nicky came in half asleep and said, "I'm missing daddy. Can I sleep with you?" Very grateful her daughter wanted to share the bed, Becky lifted Nicky in and patted the wee darling to sleep. And then no longer feeling lonely she fell asleep." After breakfast when the kids were outside playing where she could see them Becky called Richard. "Oh hi Becky." "Don't hi me you nasty fornicator." There was silence. God he was forcing her to speak. She gritted, "I'm calling about your joint responsibilities. I'm managing to survive the shame and your two children who love you are happily playing outside are missing you. I want this mess sorted." "It's all under control Becky. Just sit tight and it will all begin to disappear." "How can you be sure about that?" "Because I've two professionals working on it and have agreed to do as I'm told." "Where are you now?" "Down at the village in James' pickup getting provisions for them. Also remember cell phones are out of range up at the cabin. When are you returning my car you stole?" "Well you stole my innocence years ago and now have me down at zero in the eyes of our local community." "So does that make us even?" "Yes. God fuck you and your slippery tongue. You know I meant no, no, no." He chuckled and said she had him confused. "There you go again, bouncing the ball back into my court. Christ I can see why women fall for you your fornicator." "Actually my public believes I'm a clean-cut, polite All-American guy." "Dream on Daisy, they will be disgusted with you now." Richard honeyed his voice. "God it's been a long while since you labeled me Daisy. Are you are your pussy missing me?" They was a huge silence but as he knew and she knew he knew she felt compelled to break it because she was a woman and women can't help talking. "You callous, insensitive bastard." "Your pussy is dripping for me baby, come on, admit it." Becky cut her call and threw the phone across the room. She yelled in frustration and wishing he'd be kind to her went off and changed her damp panties. The bastard, he knew everything! Becky called and cancelled her visit to her attorney, scheduled for Wednesday morning. The kids wanted their father and she wanted him as well. She'd wait till he returned home and then decide her future with him. God the talk about her divorcing her husband would be worse that them talking about his adultery. Her mother had told her that some people would be critical but nonetheless rather impressed he'd taken on both blondes simultaneously and would then moan about their husband or partner's lackluster performance. The two perky, smiling women had their bodies plastered over her Sunday newspaper and she's had a secret thought about them that had appalled her. God what was happening to her values? Looking out the window Becky was pleased to see the media stake-out was now down to four people. On Saturday morning there were twenty media people out there plus two TV outside broadcasting units but during the night when deadlines for the Sunday newspapers had gone most had left and now on Monday there were only four of them gritting it out. She saw two attractive and beautifully dressed women arrive at the front driveway and talk the media people. She then recognized one as Richard's business attorney. They had the same family attorney. * * * James radioed half an hour out on the lake for assistance on Tuesday and when the charter boat arrived at the landing he found Richard waiting for him, grinning. What the fuck? His career was in tatters and he was grinning? James thought darkly then perhaps it had been smoothed over and Richard had fucked Milly to celebrate. God he should have known not to leave Milly alone with that mother-fucker. Still, Richard hadn't complained about him fucking Becky those couple of times. God what a fuck she was and she must have been impressed with him. James waved and thought tit for tat, er tit for twat. Richard hadn't complained because he hadn't known about his wife's introduction into adultery had he? Good little bitch for keeping her trap shut. The launch had taken the seven men and one woman on a two-night away fishing and hunting trip. I now left to deliver the last two sportsmen farther down the lake. "Good trip?" "Great. Thanks for meeting me Richard otherwise I would have had to make two trips. You lug that box of fish while I carry my gear and these two cuts of beautiful venison." "You look beat." "Two much hard drinking and sex." "Sex? It was an all-guys charter wasn't it?" "The skipper has his 30-year-old daughter aboard and Trevor arrived with his PA who took the place one of the guys who'd broken his pelvis crashing his trail bike." "Jeeze how can I get on a hunting charter like that?" James grinned. "Usually it is all guys and whisky. This time we got lucky." They walked the half-mile track thought the woods without stopping. For the first time James realized that his brother who he'd always regarded as his intellectual superior knew next to nothing about deer-stalking and fishing. He realized the intellectual superiority tag remained but he felt much better knowing there was something he could teach Richard. He suddenly felt much better about their guest. * * * James came out of the shower and Milly came in and toweled his back, something he really liked her doing. "I'm a bit tuckered out," he said. "Late nights, cigars and whisky as well as climbing hills and wading through swamps. Wake me up for dinner and in the meantime I suggest you lay Richard." "What?" "I'm saying I think you should fuck him. The poor guys is up here without sex and in this mess over those two blondes so I..." "I can't believe I'm hearing this James." James yawned and snapped, "He's your brother and probably needs a fuck. Just give it to him and stop fussing. I'm off for some shut-eye." "James!" Milly squawked plaintively. "Just do it Milly." Milly went out to where Richard, shirt off, was splitting blocks of wood to small enough pieces to go into the wood-burner that heated their water and in cooler times also centrally headed the four-room cabin. "Hi." He looked at her curiously and said hi. "Um want to go for a walk?" "Why?" Milly couldn't quite look at him. 'Um James told me to be extra kind to you." "What are you trying to say?" "Don't make this difficult for me Richard." "Well speak to me straight." "James said you are going through a difficult period and will be missing out on sex and I should offer to have sex with you." Richard looked up at the house and then looked at Milly. "Are you absolutely sure he said that?" "Yes absolutely." "Jesus." "Well you don't have to if you don't want to." Richard swung the axe into the chopping block and grinned. "And what do you really think I want to do?" "God Richard, you're embarrassing me. I don't have Becky's great looks and lovely body." "But you fuck well. Come on. Let's disappear into the woods." They walked off not looking back, unaware that James was already asleep. It was a sunny afternoon and they came to a clearing that looked a great place for nude fucking. The undressed and placed their clothes to form a rough mattress for protection from the littered ground. "We haven't a towel," Milly said, throwing an arm round Richard and reaching for his erection with the other. "Well we'll both have to swallow." She giggled and called him gross but immediately focused and squatting she sighed and said, "Golly I do love this splendid cock of yours. No way could I call it pretty but it is regally classical." "Just get on with it Milly; you have unrestricted access. I'd prefer it stuffed in your mouth to avoid listening to crap like referring to my cock as being regally classical. Next thing you'd be asking me to wax on lyrically about your cunt." "Oh please do that Richard." "Milly!" "Right, I'm stuffing my mouth." On Wednesday evening the three of them watched his program made up of segments from past programs. It was announced Richard would be back life next Wednesday. CHAPTER 2 After clearing appointments, phone calls and paperwork Victoria called Cathy and they arranged to meet outside the Winn's home. Victoria arrived first and the media took no notice, not recognizing her but they jumped off their seats and the photographers grabbled cameras when Cathy pulled in behind Victoria's Mercedes a minute later, obviously recognizing her. A skinny reporter, who looked as if she never ate, cried, "Hi Cathy. Have you been called in to pull Mr Winn out of the shit?" "I'm making a social visit Liz. Read what you like into that but be accurate because this is Mr Winn's commercial lawyer Miss Victoria Beltrami." "God you two look like representatives of Armani. Phil photograph these two babes. Pose for the camera Cathy, please." "We have nothing to lose," Cathy whispered to Victoria. "It keeps us on-side and could be handy if push comes to shove." "The media can't be manipulated." "Oh yeah Victoria? It depends who does the shoving." The TV crew then filmed the arrival, getting the two women to walk towards the camera and their reporter asked exactly the same question Liz had asked and received exactly the same answer from Cathy. And then, "Miss Beltrami. Are you concerned about the damage this disclosure by the Sanderson twins is doing to your client?" "My client has not instructed me to make statements to the media on his behalf. You ought to direct that question at him." "But we have been unable to track down Mr Winn." "Track down? Mr Winn is not a criminal young lady." "Then can you tell me how to contact him?" Victoria said, "Try his phone. He's never far from it." The exasperated reporter said Mr Winn's phone was out of range of the cellular network. Victoria looked up at the sky and smiled and when the reporter looked up at the sky Victoria said politely, "Please excuse us" and they walked up to the house and were filmed and photographed from the street as Becky opened the door and said, "Come in Victoria and friend quickly and I'll close the door on those snoopers." Victoria introduced Cathy who said, "Mrs Winn..." "Please call me Becky." "Becky I'm a media consultant hired by your husband. I'm here to update you on the situation." "Thank god someone is speaking to me about this." "Becky keep calm and I think the pressure will come off you now. Just live and act normally. Those media people outside were given some crumbs and as we leave I'll tell them I have advised you that you'll not be seeing Richard this week. I would expect them to pack up and leave. Now I must whisper in your ear as some media are in possession of very sophisticated listening devices." She moved close to Becky and whispered, "I have advised him to stay low all week at the cabin. He'll come home Sunday night. Obviously you two will have things to discuss. He'll return to work on Monday and by then, hopefully, the dust will have settled. Please if you decide to talk to the media don't say where Richard is, or even suggest he is in hiding. Tomorrow his program will run as a compilation of excerpts from previous programs so that might start a rush of media enquiries with you." Becky smiled and said, "Coffee ladies?" She returned with coffee and then had a whispered conversation with Victoria. "Do you think I should divorce Richard?" "I cannot advise you about that Becky because you are not my client but I'll say this. Think about what you have going with Richard. Has this disclosure about other women changed your relationship with him radically, or is it likely to and if you do split how will you manage? Above all other considerations, try to imagine what affect splitting would have on you and the children." "Have you been talking to him Victoria?" "No but Cathy has and went to the nearby village where they met." "Will the TV studio fire him?" "Cathy and I met the studio heads. I made the legal warnings and Cathy made suggestions how they should handle this until Richard returned. She is very good." Fifteen minutes later her two visitors left with Becky waving them off and thanking them for the briefing. Cathy told the two waiting reporters once the photographers were in position, "There is nothing much I can tell you. I advised Mrs Winn she would not see her husband this week." "When will he come home?" "He'll decide that." "Where is he?" "Where he wishes to be." The newspaper reporter smirked, "In hiding?" "I would think he is in solitude thinking about his situation. That's all I have to say. I suggest you'll be wasting your time remaining here but that's for you to decide." Victoria said as they reached their cars, "That was a waste of time me being here." "No it wasn't," Cathy said emphatically. "Your presence will have cautioned those journalists about making outlandish speculation and you certainly helped put Becky more at ease and she did listen intently at what you had to say." * * * Milly was flat on her back, puffing and rolling her head from side to side and her tongue was flicking incessantly in her wide open mouth. Richard was sitting on his folded legs with Milly's legs extending beyond his hips as he plowed his thick wet cock in and out of her while he leaned forward to mash her tits with his big mitts. She kept coming and coming and there was nothing they could do about that but Richard pulled out when about to climax and shot his load clear of them. "I would have swallowed it." "I thought that was expecting too much," he smiled, panting. "God I had multiple climaxes. You really know how to get a girl off Richard." Although that comment rippled his ego Richard almost thought he'd rather not had been given that comment. It made him wonder if under the circumstances was he being untrue to Nicky. It was rather confusing because she was at least temporarily out of his life and he'd been drive to fuck someone. They arrived back at the cabin to find James still asleep. Milly showered first and then began filleting enough fish for dinner and to make a pie to deep-freeze. Richard came from the shower to find himself being instructed how to slice and prepare the venison for freezing but he was useless, having no idea at all. Milly pushed him out of the way while she trimmed and cut the loins and tenderloins ready for packaging, telling Richard to make drinks. James came out an hour later to find Richard asleep on the sofa, sitting up with his mouth open, and Milly drinking coffee and reading a recipe book. "How did it go?" "Great thank you. Do you feel rested... you're not looking so tired." James said he felt fine. He grabbed a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge and kicked Richard awake. That evening they watched TV news and two more women claimed to have had sex with TV celebrity Richard Winn. "Ohmigod Richard, how do you do it?" Milly giggled, rather impressed. James was more basic. "Pal how the fuck do you get time to work?" Richard groaned. More than 200 miles away attorney Victoria Beltrami, nibbling chicken noodles alone in her apartment looked at the screen darkly and said cuttingly, "You fuck whores but overlook me." She began crying. Cathy Dulles, writing a report for another client, looked over the top of her glasses and said aloud, "Does this guy's dick ever have time to deflate?" and her cat mewed, wanting to go out. Becky Winn looked at the film clip and sighed, and waited. The phone rang and she said, "Hi mom, yes I've seen the latest allegation. You know the bad part about it?" "No," said Priscilla her mom. "While Richard is getting his rocks off for any babe who catches his eye I'm missing out." "Becky!" Her daughter settled down to hear the diatribe, knowing her mom was insanely jealous and would be wishing her promiscuous son was ramming her into the bed head. * * * Richard borrowed James's pickup and stopping three miles short of Abbott Village found he had a strong enough phone connection. He called Becky. Either she read the Caller ID or greeted everyone that way these days. She'd answered and said, "Hello asshole." It was necessary to proceed carefully, Richard surmised, correctly. "Hi, how are you doing?" "Okay." "And the kids?" Becky sniffed and said still missing him but not so much, but true to the misplaced loyalty of her sex his daughter each night still cried she was missing daddy and wept. Richard took the plunge and asked had Becky watched TV news. "Yes." "And?" "You must be working your way through the entire city." Richard thought about that, He raised an eyebrow and thought not a bad idea. "Becky hold your sniffles and listen to this. I don't believe I have ever seen those two bitches. They are lying, making it up, probably to hot up the interest of other males in them," "Are you sure?" "Yes absolutely." "Very well. I know I'm foolish saying this but I believe you." Richard sighed in relief, but relief only lasted five seconds. "Then what about the allegations of the Sanderson twins?" "Baby do you really want an answer?" Accusations of Immorality "Yes you mongrel." "Well I'll fill you in when we meet." "Fill me in? You bastard, you're not touching me." "I meant I shall give you a full account when we meet privately. No way am I going to talk to you about such a subject on a public telephone system. The media have probably managed to bug both our phones." "The scum. Can they do that?" "They are the media darling." Becky said in surprise, "You just called me darling." "You are my darling, darling. What's the surprise in that?" Becky capitulated. "Oh Richard. I want you home." "Just be patient darling. My consultant has me on a timetable. Had she been to see you?" "Yes yesterday." "Great. Well if nothing really serious comes up I'll see you then. Don 't wear panties darling." "I-I'm not sure I'll allow you near me." "Baby?" "Christ Richard, don't pressure me." "You're the girl. Goodnight baby." Becky sniffed and said goodnight darling. The next evening, Thursday, Richard returned to the village and after calling Cathy to get her room number circled the motel and entered the kitchen door at the rear that was propped open because of the heat. He was suspicious that media may have followed Cathy to Abbott Village. He knocked on her door. It opened and she hauled him in by his shirtfront and slammed the door shut and covered his face with kisses. The next thing he knew was another woman came in on the other side and stuck her hand down inside his pants and was kissing into his neck. He twisted and recognized it was Victoria Beltrami. As if on cue they said together, "We want you Richard." Jesus. Richard knew if he attempted to plug these two women and Becky got to know about it he'd be down the chute. He groaned, "No. Sorry girls." Apparently they misunderstood him because they hauled him over to the bed, undressed him faster than he could undress himself and then threw him on to the bed where Victoria sat her damp pussy over his mouth while Cathy wrapped her mouth over his erection. Jesus. Don't woman know the meaning of no? One of them got a finger up his butt and suddenly Richard saw the situation their way; they both were desperate to be fucked. "Give me a minute," he gasped and wriggled off the bed and stood looking down at the whores. He thought if they were whores what did that make him? Trained by his mom to be a gentleman, Richard knew what he had to do. He slapped his dick to ensure it knew it accepted the call to duty and then it happened... * * * Priscilla White sat opposite her daughter shaking her head. "Rebecca I cannot believe you are thinking about allowing that monster back home." Priscilla never called her younger daughter Becky and winced whenever she heard other family use the shortened form. "I haven't indicated my position mother so stop being devious and attempting to squeeze me for information. Witches do that to prise secrets from little girls." Priscilla frowned and said, "What on earth are you going on about now?" "Nothing mom. A slip of the tongue." "Witches? Who's a witch? Is that what you think of me?" Becky's face wrinkled and her eyes liquidized and she sighed and said softly, "I'm under stress mother." "Ohmigod I'm so sorry darling. Here let me hug you." And so Becky's secret that lurked deep within her remained intact, never having been shared. When a small girl and no longer allowed to sleep in the same room as her elder sister Mary-Rose, she coped with her loneliness by escaping into the world of princesses, witches and dragons and nasty mothers who might have been witches in disguise. Such make-believe had been scary and at times she'd screamed out only to be told, when found wide-awake she was having a nightmare but now as an adult those memories sometimes flared when she had to summons extra strength to be staunch. "Darling I have a confession," began her mom in a whiny voice. "I have sinned." Ohmigod, Becky thought. Her mother had allowed Richard to fuck her. She almost wet herself in gathering panic. Visions of the headline flashed before her: 'Fornicator's Mother-in-Law Confesses'. God all their friends would desert them and in guilt-overload her mom would disappear into the wilderness never to be seen again. "No mom, don't confess. I know what you are about to say." "B-but you can't know." "I do mom," Becky sobbed. "Richard fucks anything that moves." "Richard? Are you out of your mind? Your muscle-bound hero regards females like a lion over a piece of meat Rebecca. He'd have to knock me senseless if he were to penetrate me and escape with his eyes intact." "Th-then who mother?" Priscilla sobbed, "The Rev. Hudson Rivers." "Who that gangly creep?" "Darling you don't understand. That man was charged with sensitivity beyond belief and has been the only man to leave me after sex without me feeling violated." Only man? Had her mom been a serial adulteress and was she still at it? Imagines roared into Becky's mind as her mother droned on. When she'd finished they'd both cried and hugging said they forgave one another, not knowing what Becky had to forgive. * * * Just before midnight a non-descript Private Investigator entered a black non-descript SUV with its plates blacked out and greeted the driver who asked, "Do you recognize me?" "No sir." "Then let's keep it that way. You know what to do. Here's your $10,000 fee." Murray Lee had never met TV company boss Colin Fell so was unable to recognize him. Next day Murray met Angela and Rice Sanderson and he licked his lips thinking if anyone was to have a three-way with the twins it ought to be him. "We charge five hundred bucks for an interview, each." Murray lifted his eyes from the big tits and said, "This is not an interview Angela; this is a proposition. In this envelope are two airline tickets plus two wads of $25,000. All you have to do is have your parents take you to the airport in time for your Air France flight to France tonight and for you to disappear when you arrive in Paris and tour Europe for thirty days. At the end of the 30th day you are then free to return home, you both having earned that $50,000 to stay out of sight and keep your mouths shut." "Is that all we have to do?" Rice asked in astonishment. "Yes." "What say we take a look at Paris and come home early?" Murray smiled and lied, "My principal will want his fifty grand back plus another fifty grand in compensation and you'll be all square." Rice said defiantly, "And if we refused?" Murray just grinned, showing all his teeth. "Oh god," said the girls clutching one another. * * * The media packed the Charlton Center next morning for the media conference at which they had paid $500 a head to attend to hear 'the full story' from the Sanderson twins. The fee also applied to all TV film crew entering the venue. The minutes ticked by and Belinda Rose, the twin's media manager, looked at her watch anxiously and began to panic as the mutterings rose in volume. She called the twin's parents and looking exceedingly white went to the bank of microphones and called for silence. Voice shaking, she announced, "I regret to reform you the parents of the Sanderson twins say their daughters left town last night with no forwarding address and not stating when they would return." "You bitch, we want them now, in here, talking to us," screamed a female magazine journalist. A few slaps sounded, then punches were thrown as people rushed to get at Belinda Rose taking up the cry, "Swindler." Police rushed in and called for backup. When media people, many with lacerations and facial swelling left the arena, the bruised and viciously scratched Belinda Rose who'd been left on the stage totally nude, her clothes ripped asunder, was wheeled out by medics. When a TV microphone was thrust at her at the exit she shouted, "Those media bitches are carnivorous sluts" and so triggered a huge period of self-recrimination in the media about the behavior of media people and the need to adopt more stringent rules of professional behavior. Each TV station, magazine, radio station and newspaper taking up the cry denied having 'carnivorous sluts' within their organization. The media appeared to have forgotten Richard Winn and his women. No police or civil charges were laid against Belinda Rose and she disappeared for six months before returning to pick up the pieces of her shattered career. * * * Holding his erection at the ready, looking down at the two writhing and entwined females on the bed, Richard Winn experienced something he'd twice had seized him, taking over control of him. The first time was when he lied to deny cheating at a high school examination and the second occasion was lying to his mom that he had no knowledge of his father fucking their neighbor's 20-year-old daughter, his father having given him fifty bucks to keep his mouth shut. His mom had pummeled him with her tiny fists, urging him to tell the truth when the neighbors confronted them but he claimed he'd never seen Sharon alone with his dad, ever. The image of the face of his wife Becky began rotating round Richard's head at increasing speed, just as the head of the school principal had done that time long ago and years later the distressed face of his mother had all but smothered him. Richard had come to think of it as 'the kaleidoscope of guilt'. For a moment he thought the 'presence' had misfired. The two women on the bed were now oblivious to him, working into a sixty-nine. But then the revolving image acted as it had done on those two pervious occasions of his deep guilt and split into much smaller segments. The various images of Becky revolved into and out of his vision in increasing numbers. Although his eyes were open he could see nothing else and felt himself sway. His dick in his hand turned limp. Every image of Becky he focused on looked happy, some perhaps looked forgiving. None presented her as crying or with her lips curled back into a snarl. "Oh Becky," he groaned and at that acknowledgement the images disappeared in an instant. He put away his dick and zipped it away safely, er in relative safety. He then said quite loudly. "Goodnight girls" but received no answer, although one of them waved. Richard arrived back at the cabin and as he entered Milly handed him coffee. She was wearing only a gown and was very pink-faced. "I've just had sex with James but if you want me..." "No thanks Milly," Richard said huskily. "On the drive back here I felt the need to show Becky much more respect and loyalty than I have been giving her." "As much as I dislike saying it, Becky deserves that." Next morning, Friday, James took Richard to the village at dawn and they found a bus to Pittsburgh was due through at 8:30. They had breakfast at the diner and out on the sidewalk they hugged and back-slapped and James set off for the cabin with still another week of his vacation to go. Richard called Becky. "Hi," she yawned. "Are you still in bed?" "Yes. The kids have been in with me but they are now in the sunroom coloring in their drawing books." "Where is your hand?" "Ohmigod," she giggled. "Phone sex at my age. Where would you like me to put it?" "Place your right hand over your heart." "Done that." "Now tell me if you love me or don't love me anymore." "I love you dearly Richard." He choked slightly. "What's your heart doing?" "It's racing wildly." "Good, I'm on my way home to try to win you back completely darling." "Oh Richard. May I tell the children?" "Yes." Becky said sweetly: "Hurry home to me my lover and sweetheart." THE END