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Consequence

By: jthserra



Consequence

The sensation of icy water woke Peter from his trance. Just a moment ago, he had thought to himself, "Johnny's finally gonna face the music." That was his thought, as they both soared through the air in Johnny's beat up Ford Fairlane.

Peter felt so strange, as the car slowly arched over the bank of Midas Middleby Creek and made a slow motion descent toward the water. He expected his life to flash before his eyes, but what he saw was a series of vignettes of Johnny's life. Not Johnny's entire life, just the times they were together and Johnny magically avoided getting in trouble for one piece of mischief after another.

He was the one who pulled the lever on the new fire alarm at the school. "Hey Pete, want to get out of that math test?" he laughed, pulling the alarm.

Instead of running, they just stood there. Peter was ready for all kinds of trouble, but instead, one of the teachers grabbed them. "Come on, quickly, it's a fire drill."

Standing outside, they watched the fire trucks pull up and firemen rush into the building. Moments later, they returned, slightly smoke stained. Peter overheard them talking to the principal. "We were lucky here; we caught it so early that hardly anything was damaged."

Peter noticed the front of the car aiming slightly downward and tried to brace himself for the impact. Johnny and he were behind the bank one Sunday. They had skipped Sunday school and were sneaking down to the creek for a swim. They carried an assortment of excellent skipping stones.

"Hey Pete, betcha I can hit the bank from here."

"Johnny don't, there's too much glass," he shouted, as a stone crashed through a window and the alarms sounded.

Johnny didn't run, so Pete just stood next to him, hoping Johnny's luck would pull them through. In a few moments the police drove up to the bank. Peter wondered who would answer the phone when he called home to tell his parents he got arrested. They watched as the police entered the building with their guns drawn. They watched as the police walked out of the building with two bank robbers in handcuffs.

Peter felt the car lurch as it first touched the water. Everything didn't always go so smoothly, well it always went smoothly for Johnny, but it didn't always go smoothly for others around him. Peter got to know the school office staff by name. In fact, he visited the office so many times because of Johnny's stunts; he had a chair saved especially for him.

Peter often tried to explain that Johnny was guilty, but Johnny had a way of becoming invisible in any situation. Witnesses would name Peter every time, but wouldn't even notice Johnny. Peter kept telling himself he needed to stay away from Johnny, but every time the bookshelf fell over, the glass broke, or the food spilled there he stood, next to the invisible boy.

The car nosed into the water and Peter crashed against the dashboard. Peter figured Johnny's luck ran out as they ran from Jenny Freemont's house with her father close behind. An innocent midnight visit turned ugly as the lights came on. They spun around the corner, in Johnny's Fairlane, before old man Freemont could fire his shotgun.

Peter thought, "Johnny's luck has finally run out," as they heard a siren and saw flashing lights behind them. He prepared for another uncomfortable phone call to his parents. But then Johnny floored the car.

"What are you doing?" Peter shouted.

"I can outrun them," Johnny replied.

And Johnny did out run them, at least until they came over the hill and missed the sharp turn at the creek. Yes, Johnny's luck had run out.

Peter felt the water flow over his head and he swam out the open window. He broke the surface and saw Johnny treading water.

"Pete, you okay?"

"Yeah, but the water's freezing."

"Come on, follow me," Johnny shouted.

In a short period of time, they snuck in the back door of Charley's Grille. Charley gave them towels and let them dry off in his office.

"Oh man, my dad's gonna kill me," Johnny moaned.

Peter swallowed his smile, "We all knew you'd get caught at something one day, it might as well be something big."

"Yeah, but the Fairlane?"

"Come on Johnny, you hated that bucket of bolts."

"But my dad loved it. He said it would be a classic one day."

Peter watched Johnny call his dad from Charley's office. In spite of the fact Johnny was finally facing the consequences of a life of mischief, Peter felt bad. Yeah, Johnny was his friend. He listened to him on the phone.

"Dad, the Fairlane, it's gone."

"Wait dad, that's not . . . No. Well I'm at Charley's. But dad . . . It didn't . . ." Johnny looked at Peter and rolled his eyes. "Okay dad, I'll be here."

"Damn Pete, he's calling the cops."

Peter shook his head. Yeah, Johnny was finally gonna pay. He sat in a booth drinking a soda while Johnny, his dad and three policemen discussed the problem. Peter overheard only parts of the conversation.

"Well we got a report of a burglar… Officer Jackson even saw him peeling off in a white Fairlane."

"That must have been after they stole…"

"They were just too fast…"

"…racing engine in that car…"

Johnny motioned to Pete. As he walked up to the table he overheard Johnny’s dad. "I hope you learned your lesson. Next time take the keys out of the car. I'll call the insurance man in the morning about a new car."

"Pete, come on, my dad will take you home. Dad, can Pete come with us tomorrow when we pick out my new car?"

"Sure son. Peter, we'll pick you up at 11:00. Is that okay?"

"Eleven's fine," Peter replied, shaking his head in disbelief.

Consequence of Jealousy



You were a good slave all day, obeying me, serving my guests and myself at a dinner party I had for friends. You served us all excellently, wearing nothing at all and staying hard the whole time, impressing my friends with not only your attentiveness to my wishes but with your wonderful physical attributes too. The women couldn't help but stare at you as you stood by my chair during the meal. I could see you beaming with pride when I allowed them to touch you and compliment you on your humble attitude and your good manners.

But somewhere along the way, your attitude changed. I believe it was when you brought me some clean towels in my bedroom and you found me naked in bed with a buxom young woman and I was playfully spanking her bare, soft bottom. Was that a little pout of jealousy that I saw on your handsome face, my slave? That is not becoming to you, nor is it your place as my servant to feel anything about who I take to my bed, do you understand? But the damage has been done and I am angry. And you will be punished.

I allow the girl to stay and watch, provided that she keeps quiet and does not interfere. She fades into the shadows, silent as a mouse. She is someone else's slave, also obeying my orders.

We are in my bedroom - a large and lofty chamber with its own fireplace, where a small fire you made for me earlier crackles and warms the room. The paneling is dark and heavy curtains block the windows, putting us in our own little universe. The walls are thick and very nearly soundproof. That means if you scream no one will hear you. Across from the fireplace is my bed - a huge antique thing with four large corner posts and a sheer canopy. Many nights I have spent training you there. Training you not to act like you did tonight with that hateful, possessive jealousy!

There are two hooks in the ceiling between my bed and the fireplace and two corresponding hooks in the floor. Reaching for the hard leather riding crop I keep beside my bed, I approach you. With your eyes cast down - only much too late now - you apologize to me and ask for my forgiveness. On your own initiative, you drop to your knees and put your lips against my small bare feet in attrition. But I'm not ready to forgive you yet. I want to hear you beg me.

"Stand up!" I shout, smacking your tight butt cheeks with the crop. The loud slap echoes in the corners of the room as you leap to your feet. Already there is a red streak across your ass and the sting of it makes you hiss through clenched teeth.

Using the crop against your skin, I direct you to stand beneath the hooks and quickly - through much experience - I use thick leather cuffs and straps to tie you there securely, spread-eagle, naked and unable to move.

"Do not hang your head like that," I tell you, lifting your chin with the end of the crop. "You weren't regretful a few moments ago when you angered me. You hold your chin up and look straight ahead. I want to see your eyes as I punish you and I will judge when you are truly sorry."

"Yes, Mistress," you reply, shame evident in your voice.

"Do not speak," I tell you. "Do not cry out unless you cannot bear anymore, is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," you answer again but when you feel the sting of the crop across your ass again, you realize that a nod was all I wanted. And now you are silent.

For a few moments I am quiet. Without looking directly at me, you see me slowly circling you, moving naked and graceful as a cat toying with a mouse before devouring it.

"Jealousy is something I could never keep you from feeling," I explain in a soft voice and now you feel the crop tracing a line between your nipples. "It is flattering to me to know that you feel that way." The tip traces down your tight belly to your pubic hair and continues down one leg.

Now my voice rises suddenly in anger and I shout, "But I don't ever want to look at your face and see that kind of bitter smirk!" You feel a stinging, biting blow across the front of your upper thighs. It makes you want to cry out but you remember my instructions. I see your hands clench and unclench though. I continue to use the crop on you, whipping you on your legs - the fronts and backs of your thighs - and then I move around to your ass. You can feel welts beginning to rise on your skin and it is becoming one continual burn of pain. Just when you think you can't stand another blow, you feel a soft, warm hand curl around the shaft of your cock and squeeze it lovingly. As you feel me begin to stroke it slowly, your mind moves from the pain to the pleasure

"Jealousy is an emotion that insecure bitches have," I state quietly, my breath hot against your shoulder. "Does that make you a bitch?" I don't expect an answer. "But then I guess you are, aren't you, my pet? You are my bitch. You are my jealous little whore who will do anything to please me." I pick up the rhythm of stroking your cock. You feel my breasts against your side as I stand in a position where I can touch you front and back.

As you are getting very hard from my attention, you feel the riding crop again, but not spanking you as before. This time it is the other end, a hard leather, phallic-shaped handle. You can feel it ease its way between your tight ass cheeks. At first you tense up and of course I notice. I let go your cock and reach up to roughly take one of your hard little nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Painfully, I pinch it hard and command you to relax your muscles. "This is my property back here," I tell you, pushing the crop again. "You have absolutely no say in what I do with it, so stop trying to resist me."

You notice the crop move away for a moment and can feel me spread my legs and moan slightly, and as I do, my hand slides down your chest back to your cock, my fingernails leaving bright red scratches as they travel. When you feel the handle of the crop again, you can tell that it is very wet now with a warm, slippery lubricant and you smell the scent of your Mistress when she is excited.

"You can answer me now, my little slut. You are my bitch, aren't you?" I ask sweetly, stroking your cock again, putting more pressure on the crop. It is resting against your asshole now, as if I am deciding whether to penetrate you or not.

"Oh, yes I am, Mistress," you answer me, your tone full of emotion and lust.

"And I can do whatever I want to you?"

"Yes, you can Mistress. I belong to you totally and completely."

"And you will never resist me?"

"Never, Mistress."

Suddenly but gently you feel a firm push and the crop slips into your anus. You feel yourself invaded by the hard, oily leather. It pushes deep inside you, making you feel like I'm tearing you open. A searing, burning pain causes you to cry out and try to pull your hips away, but they can't move very far at all. At the same moment, my hand engulfs your cock, stroking and tugging it. You don't know which feeling is stronger - the pain or the pleasure. In your confusion, you realize that all your pleasure is coming from the pain because you know it is what your Mistress desires that you feel.

Then without warning, you feel a hot, wet mouth wrapped around your cock.

But you know the crop is still in your ass, beginning to move in and out so it can't be the mouth of your Mistress. In your surprise, you look down and see the young girl from my bed sucking you, taking you deep into her throat. Now I start to fuck your ass hard with crop and my mouth kisses your shoulder from behind. I bite your skin lightly, sending little electric shocks down your arm. You can feel my breath in your ear, only a quiet sound over the roar of your own panting.

"Do not cum," I whisper, biting your ear lobe. "Do not cum until you beg me for release."

As I rape you from behind with the crop and the girl's throat constricts tightly around your penis, you feel that you are getting very close. You cry out, "Please Mistress! Please allow me to cum now!"

Kissing and sucking on your neck, I whisper mockingly, "You've not suffered at all! Show me some endurance, my bitch! Some penitence!." The crop goes even deeper and you feel me reaching around to pinch one of your nipples again, squeezing it until your face contorts in anguish.

"Oh, please Mistress! I can't hold back much longer!" We both can hear the girl devouring your cock hungrily, running her tongue along its length while she holds it in her mouth. She's doing an outstanding job of matching the pace I'm setting while I fuck your ass.

"You can't hold back?" I ask. "Are you about to cum now?"

"Yes, Mistress! Yes!"

Without a sound, the girl backs away from you and I pull out the crop and toss it to the floor, leaving you standing, unable to move, the pressure threatening to drive you insane. I watch drops of your precum fall to the floor from your straining penis.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" you cry out your frustration. "Mistress please, please!"

The girl and I stand before you, seeming to ignore you. I am kissing her deeply with my tongue, tasting your precum in her mouth. I squeeze one of her small breasts possessively.

I hear you sob in your agony and turn to look at you, my fingers absently rolling her nipple between them.

"Tell me what I want to hear," I order you.

With ragged breath, you say, "I am yours, Mistress. All of me, your humble slave. You are my Mistress, I have no right to be jealous of you. I have no right ever to look disapprovingly at you. I am nothing except what you let me be and I beg your forgiveness for my insecurity."

I smack the girl's butt and send her own her way and walk over towards you. Without touching your body, I put my palms lovingly on each side of your face. "What a wonderful slave you are, my pet." My lips connect with yours and you faintly taste the other girl on me. But as I kiss you and push my tongue deep into your mouth, I press my hips forward against you and you feel me maneuvering them against your cock. Suddenly you feel my pussy very hot and wet, holding you just at its moist opening. With one thrust of my hips, I plunge your throbbing cock into me. I grasp your hips now, thrusting us together over and over and I whisper to you, "Cum now, my sweet servant."

You can't stop the cry of relief as you fill me with your hot, thick semen, pulsing until you think you may pass out. I pull off of you and untie you, feet first, then arms, and I lead you to my bed.

"Stay with me tonight, my dear obedient one, and keep me warm." I hold you tightly in my arms, your head resting softly against my breasts and your breathing becomes quieter. You know there is no reason for you to ever be jealous.



Consequences



I should have seen it coming, I knew things weren't right between us but after seven years of marriage I guess I didn't even realize the rut we had slipped into. It all started innocently enough with us trying to help out my sister. My brother had passed away unexpectedly about two years before and we had naturally stepped in to offer our assistance. They had no children and the insurance settlement had left Sandy set up well enough that she didn't have to work.

Karen & I on the other hand, were struggling to raise three kids with both of us working full time jobs. In order for us to spend as much time with the kids as possible I worked days and went to college at night while she worked the three to eleven shift at the hospital. Needless to say our sex life was pretty much non-existent. Well, one thing led to another and Sandy and I started to fool around. Nothing serious at first but it was definitely getting to the point where I was about ready to do something I hadn't done in seven years of marriage. That is a whole other story that I may write about some day but not today, since it is still a sore subject between Karen and I. This is the story of how that affair ended and a whole new phase of my life began.

The beginning of the end happened one night after Sandy had come over to watch the kids while I was at school and Karen was at work. When I got home she had a nice meal ready and we ate dinner after which I jumped into the shower. It was about nine o'clock and Karen wasn't due home till about midnight. After I finished my shower I slipped on my robe and went into my room to put on some clothes. When I turned on the light I saw Sandy sitting on the bed with nothing on but a smile. 

What's a poor under sexed boy supposed to do? I walked over and sat down on the bed and she just rolled over on top of me and we started to kiss. Well, I was ready and willing to go in about fifteen seconds but she stopped me and said that I had a hard day and she knew just how to make me relax. I should tell you that while Sandy couldn't have weighed more than 110 lbs. dripping wet, she had the most beautiful set of 36D tits you have ever seen. She slid me down to the edge of the bed and started sliding my hardening dick between those two perfectly soft pillows. I was in heaven, but it got even better. Every time she would slide those tits down, she would take the head of my cock in her mouth and lick it like she was trying to find out how many licks it took to get to the center of my tootsie pop! 

I couldn't take that teasing any longer and the next time my dick was in her mouth I wrapped my hands around her head and encouraged her to really get down to business. I am not ever going to be in the record book of biggest cocks but she was not having any trouble swallowing my six inches. I laid back and closed my eyes as she was massaging my balls and deep throating my cock, and when I opened them again I almost shit. There was my wife standing in the bedroom doorway. I watched a whole range of emotions cross her face in a few seconds from shock to pain to murderous rage. I was so stunned that I sat there like a fucking statue while my sister was giving me a blowjob! 

All Karen said was "I'm leaving and when I get back you two had better be the fuck out of my house." 

Well that definitely broke the mood and as she stormed out, we got dressed and I packed a few things and went over to my buddy Matt's house. Sandy offered to let me stay at her place but I figured if there was any way of salvaging this mess, being with Sandy would definitely not be it.

I tried for a week to talk to Karen but she wouldn't take my calls. I must have worn out the tape on the answering machine trying to get to her. One of the messages I left was asking if I could come by and get some clothes. A couple of days later Matt told me that he had talked to Karen and she said I could come by on Saturday since she wouldn't be there. I thought it was kind of weird that Karen had talked to Matt since he was my best drinking buddy and the one who usually kept me out all night but I was just glad to get a change of clothes. Looking back on it now I can see that Matt had been acting a little strange that whole week. I had asked him if he wanted to go into the city the weekend before to catch a ball game or something to take my mind off all the bullshit I was going through but he said he couldn't because he had "plans". That Friday night, Matt's buddy Carlos came to pick him up and since Matt was in the shower we had a beer and started bullshitting. Carlos is a black guy about 6' 4" tall and goes about 275 lbs., all of it muscle. I asked him what they had planned and he stammered around a bit before saying that they were meeting some girls at the beach and he was hoping to get laid. I didn't give it a second thought and as they left I wished them luck on their search to find some pussy. They both looked back at me and started to laugh.

"Don't worry man, this ones a slam dunk." They both said in almost perfect unison.

Saturday finally rolled around and I headed over to my house. As I expected, no one was home so I went in and as I walked through the dining room I noticed a video on the table with a note on it. I opened the note and saw in my wife's handwriting: I can't tell you how I feel about what you did to your face so watch this tape and if you want to talk afterward I will be at Teri's with the kids. Well, all kinds of thoughts flew through my mind like alimony and child support but I figured what the hell, I won't know until I see it, and headed down to the TV room. My TV room was my pride and joy, a 50" big screen with Satellite TV and a surround sound system that would really rock your socks off. As I started firing all the stuff up I was thinking how much I would miss this room. I plugged the tape in, grabbed a beer and settled back to watch the end of my life unfold.

The picture started with some static and then there was my wife of seven years looking right back at me bigger than life on the 50". The shot was an extreme close up of just her head and she looked over and asked if the sound was on, and then looked back at the camera and said,

"Hello you rotten son of a bitch, you been missing me?"

Oh boy, I thought, this is going to get ugly. 

"I hope so but that's not what I wanted to talk about. You hurt me Pete, you hurt me worse than I've ever been hurt before. At first all I could thing about was the pain and how long it was going to take to divorce you, but then I started thinking about how angry I was, so I started to think about getting even first, then divorcing you."

Well, there it was, my life was over and I wondered what I was going to look like sliced, diced and totally fucked. Then she paused and said in a quieter voice,

"Then I started to remember some of the good times and thought that maybe, under the right circumstances, I could forgive one mistake... one BIG ASS MISTAKE."

What was this, a crack that maybe I could wiggle through? I knew I loved Karen and that I had royally fucked up so I was prepared to wade through a mile of her shit just to kiss that lovely ass if I could fix this. Right then Karen seemed to shift around a little bit and let a small sigh before she continued.

"So here's the deal, you watch this video and if you come to me with a sincere apology... better yet, come to me naked on your hands and knees with a sincere apology, I'll think about trying to work this out. But first we have to get through the getting even part. So, you just sit back with your beer and your remote and watch me getting even. Maybe, if you feel up to it, we'll talk later."

How did she know I would be drinking a beer? Anyway, Karen then nodded her head and the camera started to slowly pull back. 

A brief description of my wife might now be in order. At 27 Karen still looked like the girl I married, a beautiful brunette with bedroom brown eyes. She is about 5'8" tall and goes about 130 pounds. Most of that 5'8" was the most beautiful set of legs you'd ever want to see and three kids had done nothing to that perfect body except make her 34 inch tits bigger. Karen has the most amazing areola's, they are the size of silver dollar pancakes with perfect inch and a half nipples sticking straight out when she's horny just begging to be sucked on. Karen has always had a hairy bush that hid one of the best eating pussies I have ever come across. I don't think there is anything she likes better than having her pussy munched before fucking. She would get so wet I would swear she had pissed all over me by the time I was done. It was nothing for her to cum two or three times before I finished working her over. I would always come up spitting hairs for an hour afterwards and I used to beg her to shave her cunt. I always thought a shaved snatch was very sexy and it sure did improve the pussy eating but she always hated the itch as it grew back so I just kept spitting and smiling! Anyway, back to the best part, my wife's pussy lips. They had to be at least an inch long, which for me, is like eating a long leaf lettuce sandwich. I loved just sticking my face in there, latching onto that clit and hanging on while she went crazy. My wife was the complete sexual package who was every man's dream, a saint during the day and a slut at night. 

So there I sat beer and remote in hand and watched the scene on the TV unfold before my eyes. As the camera pulled back Karen leaned back on her arms and closed her eyes.

"Oh my God, that feels wonderful" she sighed.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing; my beautiful wife was leaning back on our bed, butt naked, rubbing and pulling on her nipples. The camera continued back and I dropped my beer, spilling it all over my lap. There was my best bud Matt with his face buried in my wife's pussy. When the camera stopped I could see my whole bed with her laying back towards the headboard and Matt with her legs over his shoulders and his face in her crotch.

"Oh God Matt, I love it when you tongue my asshole, you're making me fucking crazy" she panted.

Matt looked up, his face covered with about two orgasms of my wife's pussy juice, and said,

"Hey buddy, how ya doin? Don't be pissed man, Karen told me that this was the only way you had any chance of getting back together with her and you two belong together. Anyway, you know I've always had the hots for your old lady. Man, she is one horny little bitch and I am really looking forward to this. Check out this pussy, it's like I drilled a well and hit pussy juice!"

Matt pulled his head back and the camera moved in to show my wife's pretty little SHAVED pussy just dripping cum. She had shaved her pussy for him, damn that lucky fucker! What was I thinking, I should be pissed, jealous, something. Instead all I was doing was getting a hard on. I must be some kind of sick fuck but God help me I was getting horny.

"She really likes it when I do this..."

He bent his head back down while rolling her hips up to get access to her asshole and started tonguing that crinkly little hole.

"OH God Matt, no more, you're making me so fucking horny. Get up here and let me make you feel good for awhile," she ordered.

Reluctantly Matt lifted his head from her pussy and straddled her body as he worked his way up kissing and licking everything on the way. She leaned forward and grabbed his head kissing him for a long time with her tongue in his mouth.

"I just love the taste of my pussy juice on a man's tongue," she said as she licked the remaining juice from his face like a kitten lapping up milk. "Now come up here and let me suck on that cock of yours."

"You read my mind" Matt said with a big smile on his face.

Matt worked his way up to a point where she could reach his rock hard dick. I noticed that Matt's cock was longer than mine by a couple of inches but not as thick which made me feel good in some perverted way. Karen made a point of licking all the pre-cum off his dick before she started sucking him, as a matter of fact she licked his whole cock up and down like a Popsicle that was going to melt. She then pulled him forward to lick his balls and gently suck first one then another into her mouth. She kept licking her way down under his balls and actually started tonguing his asshole. 

"Oh fuck I love that baby don't stop" Matt moaned as Karen was slowly jacking him off while sticking her tongue in his ass. "God Pete, I never new what a nasty slut your wife was, you are a real asshole for fucking this deal up."

Karen then moved back up and swallowed his whole dick in one move. I could actually see the bulge of his cock in my wife's throat. She had never done that to me and finally I was starting to get jealous. She kept this up for awhile, sucking up and down, each time removing his cock from her mouth and kissing the tip and sliding her tongue under and up through his piss slit. I finally had to re-adjust my position to relieve the ache in my pants caused by my raging hard on. This was hotter than any fuck flick I had ever seen. Finally she stopped sucking him long enough to reach over to the nightstand to get a bottle of baby oil.

"Slide down Matt, and tit fuck me," she almost growled.

"Sure babe, anything you want" Matt said happy to comply. 

Matt then moved back down her torso. She took some oil and put it on his cock and started rubbing it up and down while squirting oil all over her tits. When she had finished with the oil she laid his cock in that heavenly valley and squeezed her tits around his hard meat. Matt wasted no time and soon had a rhythm going as he fucked my wife's beautiful tits. Each time his cock appeared out of the top of her tits she would lick the head before he pulled it back. I was starting to feel a little guilty because this was one of my favorite things to do with Sandy's massive tits and here was my wife showing me that I could have got it at home all along.

"I'm getting ready to cum" Matt moaned.

"Come on baby cum on my face, cover me in your sweet cum" Karen urged.

Karen then slid a finger in his ass and started to saw in and out.

"What the fuck" Matt yelped in surprise.

Matt's dick started to shoot cum like a fire hose as soon as her finger hit the spot. Five or six huge spurts shot out of his dick and sprayed all over my wife's face, hair, neck, tits and I think the wall behind the bed. Karen just smiled and rubbed the cum all over her face before licking her fingers and then licking his dick clean. As he rolled off of her with a contented sigh, Karen scraped a glob of cum off one of her nipples and daintily licked it off her finger. She then looked over at the camera and smiled

"Not a bad beginning, how ya feeling now honey? Does it hurt you as much as it hurt me? Probably not since your such a sick, perverted fuck, but we'll see how you feel before this is over. Shut the camera off for awhile so we can let Matt recover before round two."

I hit the pause button and sat back on the couch. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined seeing my wife do something like she just did. The craziest thing was that instead of wanting to murder him or her or both of them, I was sitting here with a woody you could drive a spike with! I looked down and noticed that I was still sitting in a puddle of beer in soaking wet pants so I got up and went to my room to get a pair of shorts. When I opened my drawers they were all empty. Fuck, I was so pre-occupied with the video that I forgot why I had come here. I stripped out of my clothes and jumped in the shower to cool off while washing off the beer. It didn't help, my dick was still pointing straight up when I got out of the shower. Luckily, my robe was still on the back of the bathroom door so I grabbed that, went upstairs to grab another beer, and headed back to see what Karen meant by round two.

I settled back down on the floor (the couch was full of beer) and hit the play button not even imagining what I would see next from this cock hungry cunt that looked remarkably like my wife. The video picked up with Karen, still covered in cum, sitting at the foot of the bed facing the camera.

"Hey there you prick, got a major case of blue balls yet?" Karen asked with a big smile on her face. "If your still watching this, you must be the perverted, cheating bastard I thought you were. Well, I put some lotion under the end table if you want to jack off about now. It's the same stuff I used when I shaved my cunt today and that's about as close to MY pussy as your going to get. I wanted to make this hurt for you, I mean really hurt for a long time, and guess what. Your good friend Matt gave me the perfect tool to accomplish this. Come on over here 'Tool'. Pete, this is Carlos. Carlos, that's my lying cheating, no good, fucking husband Pete."

Oh my fucking God, Carlos! Not Carlos, if his dick was in any way near proportional to his body... Oh boy was I fucked. Carlos slowly walked into the shot from with his back to the camera.

Karen then reached for Carlos's dick and said, "You know, I've always wondered if what they said about black guys was true. Turn around Carlos and let Pete see you. What do you think honey? Is this a cock or what?"

As Carlos turned I almost swallowed my tongue. His cock looked like a black link of smoked sausage. It had to be 9 inches long and as thick as three of my fingers put together and it wasn't even stiff yet! Carlos looked right at the camera with a big smile on his face.

"Hey man how you doin? You must be one fucked up white boy to let pussy like this get away from you man. Luckily, I ain't as stupid as you, I ain't letting this pussy get away from me. You know what they say man, once you had black you don't go back."

To think I had wished this fucker good luck on finding pussy the other day! What a fucking asshole I was. Karen slowly slid off the bed to her knees in front of Carlos's massive prick. It was like she was praying to some ancient fertility god the way she was staring at that cock. She slowly turned her head to the camera with a look of awe and anticipation on her face.

"He's going to wreck me Pete, my pussy will never be the same after something like this. Just think, you've had the last tight pussy from me you will ever have. After this weekend, I'm not even sure that dick of yours will be able to touch the walls of my cunt, let alone satisfy me. Remember, this is your fault. Was that bitch's blowjob worth it? Come here Carlos and let me see if I can charm this black snake into standing up for me."

Karen then reached over and started kissing and licking her way up and down the length of his cock. I couldn't fucking believe it, my wife sucking a black guys dick? She would lock her car doors every time we went through a black neighborhood and here she was on her knees in front of Carlos like a five-dollar whore. The camera moved in close and I could see that monster starting to twitch and grow. By the time she was finished licking and kissing that thing it had to be 11inches of glistening back steel with huge veins popping out all over it. His balls were huge! They had to be the size of tennis balls and hung down at least 4 inches below his dick.

"I want to swallow it...I want to swallow all of it. I want you to face fuck me like Pete did to that slutty sister of mine."

Karen looked up at Carlos with a pleading look on her face as she begged him to abuse her.

"I don't know baby, not very many women can handle all of this pipe," Carlos said smugly.

"Please Carlos, I want to try. I will do anything you want. I know I can do it" Karen begged.

"Anything huh? Ok baby, I want some of that sweet tongue action you were giving homeboy over there first though. If I like what you do, I think I have a position that will make you an A-#1 cocksucker" Carlos said with a smile on his face.




Consequences



We stripped and you put a butt plug up my arse then forced me down into a seat and cuffed my hands behind my back and tied my ankles to the front legs of the chair then took another chair for yourself and sat down facing me took out your dildo opened your legs and started fucking yourself in front of me. I sit there watching you satisfying yourself unable to do anything. I hear your cunt start to get wet then specks of white cum beginning to appear on your dildo and I begin to feel horny myself, you can tell by looking at my face that it's making me horny so you fuck yourself harder until you cum. You look over at me and my eyes are transfixed on your wet cunt and I'm biting my bottom lip slightly and panting slightly....you love having this effect on me. As my ankles are tied to the front legs of the chair my legs are wide open and my cunt is in full view and you can see that it's starting to glisten:

"Is this making you need to cum bitch?"

I shake my head "It's turning me on though"

"Your cunt's getting wet so don't lie to me."

"It doesn't feel wet to me!" I protest.

"You know you cant cum till I'm done and fucking you with this!"

"I know..." I sigh

I lower my head knowing my body is going against your wishes. You start fucking yourself again. I keep my head down hoping that'll help me hold off until you're ready for me to cum, even though I know it's probably already a lost battle. You always did have this effect on me when you make me watch you make yourself cum. I hear your cunt getting wetter and you begin to moan. I know this means you are on the edge and about to cum:

"Get your head up. I want you to watch me squirt bitch!"

I quickly do as you say. Your moans grow louder and you fuck yourself faster until you come again and cum squirts from your cunt. I bite my lip to try and focus. I feel my cunt throbbing and I can feel pressure building up inside. I look at you again and I see that you are almost fisting your cunt and the next thing I know waves of warm orgasmic heat are radiating through me and before I can stop it it takes over me. The heat reaches my belly and my hips slide forward slightly and cum drips from my cunt. I sigh resigned to the fact that my body has disobeyed us both yet again. I look up at you:

"You're fucking weak! You couldn't do what you were told could you, you selfish bitch?!"

"It just happened. I tried to hold it!" I moan

"You know that means I have to punish you now?"

I nod and bow my head.

You come around behind me and pull my head back sharply by my hair and force your dildo into my mouth telling me I have to clean it for you. You start fucking my mouth with it, hard. You ram it into my mouth so hard and fast that I can't help but gag:

"Don't you dare fucking puke!"

I moan in recognition.

You take your dildo out of my mouth and you knock my chair back so I'm lying on the floor and before I realise what's happening you're standing over me with your back to me. Then I feel it, warm liquid running into my open cunt then I realise you're pissing on me or rather in me. I gasp in shock.

"I'm gonna give you what you fucking deserve so you wont disobey me again! Oh yeah.....and I don't just need to piss..."

I start to protest but I give up knowing that I deserve whatever you think I do.

Once you've finish peeing you step over me, turn round to face my head, walk up so you're standing over my tits and squat. You watch my face as you push. Knowing how dirty you're being is turning you on. I lie there helpless as you shit on my tits and stomach. You come again as you're shitting and squirt cum all over my face. You finish and you bring me and the chair back upright again. As you do so your piss runs from my cunt and your shit slides down my tits and stomach:

"Now I've made you as dirty as I think you are. Are you going to disobey my orders again?"

"No, never." I say shaking my head.

Just then you notice a strange look on my face but before you can ask why:

"I don't feel too good" I say with a slight moan

You smile wickedly at me and say "I knew you'd fail so I did something."

"What did you do?" I moaned

"I gave you something..."

My stomach cramps and gurgles and it dawns on me:

"There's more than just a butt plug up your arse and I slipped you a little something last night. I think I'd better take the plug out your arse."

You loosen the rope around my ankles just enough to allow you to get the butt plug out but then tighten it back up again afterwards:

"Aren't you gonna let me go to the toilet?!"

"No. I wanna see your body lose control and see you suffer the humiliation of shitting yourself. I know you secretly like it."

"I don't like it!" I say almost crying.

Before anything else can be said my stomach cramps again and I can't hold it this time. I push and I feel mushy shit escape out my arse and over the whole seat of the chair. I push again and it begins to run down the inside of my legs and onto the floor. There is a look of embarrassment mingled with relief on my face.

"Now I know you've had your punishment now." you say satisfied.

You free me from the chair and tell me I can go get cleaned up now. I get halfway across the room when another wave of pain hits and I double over and end up pushing more shit out of my arse out of the effort to stay upright. Once I stop shitting I get up and go to the loo to get cleaned up. You begin cleaning the room up. You then make your way to the loo so you can get yourself cleaned up. I'm shitting again when you come in and you start to apologise:

"I wanted to teach you a lesson....but....uh'm.....I didn't think you'd end up shitting this much."

"It's ok. I deserve it.....and if I'm being honest I enjoyed it to a certain degree." I say, smiling slightly.

"I always knew you were a dirty bitch."

You smile, get up and leave the bathroom. You return a couple of minutes later hiding something but I speak before you can say anything:

"Uh'm.... can I ask you something?"

"Yeah ok."

"Can you fuck me hard while I sit here? All this shitting has got my cunt wet again and I wanna squirt for you....." I pause expecting you to object but you just bring out your rubber cock from behind your back and say:

"Hell yeah!"



Consequences



I awoke to the sound of my wife, Beth's, alarm at 6am. It was the middle of winter and the all night sounds of the forty mile per hour gusts of wind beating on the front of the house had provided little rest.

Less than an hour later, Beth kissed me goodbye and left for work.

I enjoyed the comfort of a warm bed a bit longer, and then dressed to get an early start on the newspaper.

This morning would be the first opportunity I'd had in weeks to surf some porn and I was looking forward to it. But I wanted to get the newspaper, emails and my financial portfolio out of the way first.

As I sat in comfort at the dinette with my laptop, outside, the wind was still gusting with temperature in the teens and wind-chill around zero.

Ordinarily I'd have headed upstairs to the desk top computer to jerk-off. Lately though, I'd gotten lazy and instead had been electing to remain at the dinette table to surf on the laptop.

It seemed like a relaxing way to spend a wintry morning. I whipped my limp dick and balls out of the top of my knit pants, and began searching images.

I'd been stroking my hard-on for about an hour when I heard a noise out on the deck. My immediate thought was the wind blowing one of the plastic chairs across the deck. When I looked to see what it was, I saw my forty year old stepdaughter, Alecia, gazing at me through the full glass door. 

I flipped my privates back in my pants and closed my laptop. I got up from my chair and unbolted the door.

Alecia stepped in out of the cold and said, "Looks like I came at a bad time."

"Sorry. I wasn't expecting anyone to show up in this kind of weather." I explained.

"I brought your truck back. I was coming in to return the keys." she said.

Hell, she'd had the truck for over six weeks. Of all days, why did she have to pick this morning and catch me wankin'.

"Cassie (her eighteen year old daughter) is waiting out there in the car."

Crossing her arms and looking directly at me, "You know it isn't very smart performing your extracurricular activity in full view of these windows and glass door. And I'm certain mom would take a dim view of the incident."

She walked over to the table, sat down in the chair and opened the laptop. With the mouse she clicked the icon to unlock the screen. 

Gazing over her shoulder, I watched as the screened filled. Alecia studied the search engine images of cuckolded men. Some images showed the cuckold watching while his wife sucked the cock of another man. Some showed the wife watching while the cuckold sucked the other man's cock. Or, the other man was fucking his wife while he sat and watched. Others showed the wife lying on the bed, the cuckold's face just inches from her cum soaked pussy, ready to lick up the treat they'd left for him.

Alecia closed the laptop and turned to me. "Still a pervert aren't you?"

"Tell you what, I'm not going to ruin mom's day by telling her about this. Nonetheless, I'm certain, if she found out; there would be consequences for you."

"And it's not the fact that you're wankin' on the side that bothers me most. It's the fact that it could easily have been either one of your granddaughters at the door a moment ago. Had she been with me, you could have exposed yourself to Ashleigh (her eight year old) or even Cassie out there."

"I'm not going to tell mom about this for right now. But, I am going to dish out consequences on her behalf."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Your consequences are in those images." she stated as she pointed to the laptop.

"Do you have to work tomorrow?" she asked.

I shook my head, "No. But I have been volunteering at the senior center on Fridays."

"Call and tell them you've found another volunteer opportunity and for the foreseeable future you'll no longer be serving there. Don't let them switch days on you either. Tell them another day won't work."

"Get me a pen and something to write on." she ordered.

As she wrote she said, "I'm meeting my boyfriend, Steve, at his place tomorrow afternoon. You be there at 1pm. If you don't show, I call mom and tell her about today."

And without another word, she handed me the keys to the truck, and left. 

The computer map showed Steve lived nearly forty-five minutes away. 

I understood Alecia had been seeing him off and on for nearly two years but I had yet to meet him. She always went to his place rather than him come to her.

I arrived at Steve's promptly at 1pm but didn't see Alecia's car.

I knocked on the front door of the ranch style home. Steve opened the door. I'm only five foot seven. Steve stood six foot with silver hair. He was still in his robe.

"Come on in. Alecia told me you were coming."

As I followed him to the living room, Steve said, "She also told me she'd caught her stepfather misbehaving and that as a consequence she was going to require him to perform some perverted acts. She told me all about it last night on the phone. I told her I didn't think what she had in mind was all that perverted. But then she told me a story told about your recent past. (for the reader, see dilson's "Women's Meeting") Now that was perverted." 

Seating himself on the sofa, he continued, "Anyway, she asked me if I'd be willing to help."

"Now I'm a pretty open minded guy, so I told her to send you on over."

"Where's Alecia?" I asked.

Steve said, "Hell, she's always late. She'll be here. She told me we could go ahead and get started." 

"Get started at what?" I asked.

"Perhaps she wasn't clear. You're to be our cuckold" Steve explained.

"She said if she walked in that door and you weren't on your knees sucking on my cock, she was going to call your wife."

Steve reached over and pulled a cigar out a box and lit it.

"Well, boy. What's it gonna be? Are you ready to become a cuckolded cocksucker?"

I turned my head from side to side, wondering if there was another path I could pursue.

There seemed to be no alternative. I unbuttoned my shirt and laid it aside.

Steve said, "Go ahead and strip naked. I like the idea of your stepdaughter watching you bare- assed and sucking my cock."

With no other apparent alternative, I stripped then knelt in front of Steve. I reached out and opened his robe. His cock lay limp against his inner thigh. But, my God, it was at least seven inches long and three inches in circumference. Steve's limp dick was longer and larger than mine was erect.

"I want you to start on my balls." Steve said. "Suck on them jewels until I tell you otherwise."

I held Steve's cock up and away with one hand and scooped up his ball sack with the other.

Reluctantly, I embraced my renewed role as a cocksucker and began licking and sucking on Steve's balls.

Steve's sack and testicles were huge. Drawing in one testicle filled my mouth. 

"Hmm, that feels real good, boy."

After a bit I swapped testicles, massaging them slowly with my tongue.

Slowly, I felt Steve's cock growing in my hand. 

After massaging Steve's balls with my mouth, I wrapped my fingers and thumb around the base of the sack and licked every inch of his scrotum with my tongue.

"Alright, start workin' that rod. Take your time. Nice and slow, boy. You're just pleasurin' me, preppin' me for Alecia. She'll get my seed. I've got plenty of cigar left and I'm plannin' on watchin' you suck on my cock 'til she walks through that door. Until then, let's see how much of that cock you can work down your throat."

I did attempt to deep throat some of Steve's cock but couldn't without gagging.

"I can tell you've sucked cock before, boy." Steve said in an effort to encourage me. I looked up at him and shook my head up and down, "Yes.

"You're doing a damn fine job so far." he said, expelling a puff of cigar smoke in my face.

"A cigar and a blowjob. I think I could get accustomed this."

Eventually, Alecia showed up. I knew better than to stop what I was doing until I was told to.

Alecia said, "Looks like our cuckold is cooperating quite nicely. Shit his dick is hard so he's obviously enjoying it!" 

A minute later, I sensed a flash of light.

"I think he's found his true calling." Steve declared. "He couldn't deep throat me like you can, but with practice I'm sure he'll be able to accomplish it."

"Oh he'll suck a cock." Alecia elaborated, "Several years ago, I caught him in another sexual misdeed. Didn't I cuck?" 

I shook my head up and down as I continued sucking on Steve's rod.

"Among other perverted acts, I forced him to suck Mark's cock, my boyfriend at the time."

I sensed another flash of light.

"Stand up Steve. I want to take a picture of our cuck on his knees sucking your cock."

The flashes went off as Alecia took a number of pics of me sucking her man's cock.

"Have you sucked a cock since Mark's?" Alecia asked me.

I shook my head, "No.

"Have you missed being on your knees sucking another man's cock?" she asked.

I shook my head up and down.

"Would you like to service Steve's cock on a regular basis?" she asked.

I shook my head, "Yes.

"Then ask him and say it like you mean it." she ordered.

I withdrew my mouth from Steve's cock and looked up at him saying, "Steve, I truly enjoyed pleasuring you this afternoon. Please allow me the privilege of worshipping your cock on a regular basis."

Steve looked at Alecia and said, "By God, I think he really means it. He's a fuckin' faggot! This isn't punishment for him. Hell, he's in cocksuckin' heaven."

And by now, I honestly meant it. I had enjoyed servicing him.

"Steve, is once a week too often?" Alecia asked him. "He's been volunteering at the senior center once a week. I don't see why you couldn't let him volunteer to serve here once a week."

"Works for me." Steve responded.

Alecia reasoned, "So mom doesn't get suspicious you'll have to meet when mom's at work or attending a meeting. You two work it out by email. No phone calls; too supicious."

"But for now, you're going to be our cuck every Friday afternoon." 

Alecia said, "Cuck, unwrap these and put one on Steve's cock and apparently, you need one on yours." 

"Steve said those are condoms. I thought you were fixed?" Steve wondered.

"I am, Silly. This is for our cuck later."

"Since Cuck and I are related, he and I can't have relations nor can he view my naked body. Otherwise, like a good cuck, he'd be cleaning me up after you fuck me. This way, he won't miss out on the best part of being a cuck; swallowing the other man's cum load."

"Put your hands behind your back, Cuckie." she ordered.

As soon I complied, Alecia placed me in hand cuffs.

"This will keep you from wankin' until you're needed." Alecia said.

"Come on Steve." she said as she grabbed his erection and gleefully led him to the bedroom and closed the door.

There wasn't much for me to do the next hour other than to listen to Alecia's occasional laughter, her multiple shouts of orgasmic bliss and the rhythmic, creaking of the bed. I simply sat on the carpet and waited for my next humiliation.

Eventually Steve opened the bedroom door and said, "Get in here."

I leaned against the arm of the sofa and struggled to my feet.

When I entered the room, I saw Alecia sitting upright in the bed smoking a cigarette. Keeping her body hid from my view, she was reclined against the headboard with the bed sheet covering all but her head and shoulders. To the right of the bed, Steve was in his robe, reclined in an armed and upholstered chair. 

He said, "My dick is a bit of mess. Get over here and clean it up. But first, let's take those cuffs off. "

I knew he didn't intend for me to fetch a warm washcloth. I walked over and turned my back to him. Once Steve had unlocked the cuffs, I knelt down before him and folded open his robe. I noted the condom was missing. His now limp cock glistened from the still fresh love juices of their intercourse. Slowly I licked and sucked every bit of that juice from his cock. 

After a while, he stopped me and stood up, saying, "Lick my crotch hair real good. Suck up all that pussy juice." 

Steve's crotch hair was completely matted with their love juices. I started licking every inch of crotch hair on his lower abdomen, managing to swallow a number of wild crotch hairs in the process.

"Now the balls, boy." he ordered me.

I licked his sack and rolled his balls around in my mouth.

Once again, Steve's organ began to grow.

"Suck that cock, boy." he ordered.

I had my back to Alecia in the bed. 

As I attempted to get as much of Steve's cock down my throat, Alecia came up behind me and said, "Close your eyes and put your hands behind you." She placed a folded bandana across my eyes and secured with a knot behind my head. She then closed the cuffs on my wrists again.

"Put your head back and open wide." she said.

As soon as I complied, I felt a cool liquid coat the back of my throat. Then, I felt the condom skin fall against my tongue. 

"Close your mouth." she ordered. I closed my mouth. I heard the sound of duct tape being ripped from the roll. Sure enough, my mouth was then taped shut.

"Enjoy your treat Cuck." Alecia said sarcastically.

With Steve's cock rejuvenated, I could guess, even sense they had hopped back in bed. Soon enough, I heard the framework of the bed shuddering in response to their efforts. 

While I savored the salty, sweet taste of Steve's jism, Steve brought Alecia to an earth moving orgasm. 

Not long after Alecia's shouts of ecstasy had subsided, Steve got up and abruptly removed the duct tape from my mouth. He reached in with his fingers and removed the condom. His fingers were followed by the head of his cock.

He grabbed the back of my head and began force feeding his cock slowly but steadily past the back of my throat. 

His cock was firmly imbedded in my throat with no room to choke or breath. I wanted to gag. I needed to gag. I couldn't. There was no room to gag. Nonetheless, my throat muscles contracted around Steve's cock serving to help him toward climax.

Only when he had all eight inches of his cock down my throat did he retreat to allow me to breathe.

Once he let me catch my breath, he began pumping his cock past the back of my throat.

Soon, his rhythm changed. Steve held the head of his cock against the back of my throat, moaned, and shot half-dozen spasms of ejaculations into my mouth. 

After I'd nursed all of Steve's sperm from his cock, he removed the bandana. 

Once again, Alecia was upright in the bed, sheet covering her naked body, smoking a cigarette.

"Has that little weenie of yours cum yet?" Alecia asked. 

It was still erect but I'd managed not to ejaculate through all this. I shook my head, "No.

"Pull it off and put it in your mouth inside out." Alecia ordered me. "Suck on that on your way home."

Alecia said. "Like I said, we'll make sure our little get-togethers agree with mom's work schedule. I'll email you every week to confirm the day and time. You'll be our cuck indefinitely or, until we tire of you or, you piss us off."

"Steve has my blessing to email you anytime and request ASAP, cock service. You'll have a minimum of forty-eight hours to comply or I call mom and tell her what happened yesterday."

Steve asked me, "What day works best for you'?"

"Wednesday afternoon." I answered.

"Fine," Steve said, "Be here same time next Wednesday."

With a sinister smile, Alecia said to Steve, "There's one more item of business to take care of before he leaves, Steve. Bend over, Cuck." Alecia ordered. "I know from past experience that our cuck enjoys having his balls mistreated. Grab your slipper, Steve. Grab one of his balls and give it a solid wack."

Steve complied. The pain I felt was indescribable. 

"Grab the other one and do the same except, a bit harder this time." Alecia said.

I crumpled to the floor in a fetal position after Steve's second blow.

Steve commented, "You're a cruel mistress, Alecia."

Lighting another cigarette, she responded, "I certainly can be. He's getting off lightly, though, I'm sure. Mother would have made him pay dearly."

"Oh, and I have pictures. Perhaps I'll exact payment for them someday."

Alecia and Steve proceeded to use me on Friday afternoon the next three weeks. In addition, Steve emailed me to confirm me for cock service on Wednesday afternoons.

Then, after those first three weeks of serving under them, I heard no more from Alecia with regard to our weekly three-way. I wasn't about to volunteer my services by asking what was up. I didn't feel it was my place to inquire of Steve about their relationship so I didn't ask him nor did he offer. Nonetheless, Steve continued to request a blowjob every Wednesday afternoon. This went on for a month before curiosity got the best of me. I decided to stop by Alecia's and ask her what was up. 

Alecia explained that her and Steve had had a falling out and had broken up a month ago.

"Why?" she asked. "Are you still sucking his dick?"

I nodded my head "Yes." She burst out laughing.

"You contact him. Tell him I said you're no longer available." she said with a sly smile. "Tell him I said he should look to the personals for another faggot cocksucker."

I had come to enjoy sucking another man's cock. Indeed, I looked forward to my weekly cocksucking duty. I would miss servicing Steve's cock.

I decided to tell Steve what Alecia had said in person. I went to his place on Wednesday and proceeded to service his cock as usual.

A few minutes after I'd swallowed his load of semen, I was still sitting on the floor in front of him when I told Steve what Alecia had said. Afterward, I told him, "Steve, I'd think of nothing but sucking your cock if this were our last afternoon together. I'd like to service your cock regularly, despite Alecia's orders."

He said, "I won't tell her if you don't. See you next Wednesday."

The next day, Alecia contacted me.

The email said, "I've heard "An idle mind is the devil's playground," so we need to keep you busy. Meet me at this address Friday at 1pm. I have a new boyfriend I want you to meet. By the way, he's done some prison time so you may want to make preparations for some anal action. I'll so look forward to watching the event. Oh, bring some condoms. "

Apparently my cuckold duties weren't over just yet.



Consequences



The following is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 18 years of age. 

*

"There she goes again, looking at her neighbor's paper! She is so obvious. She has to be the worst cheater ever. Now she is looking at me and acting nervous. If she looks at her neighbor again, I am taking her exam away," Joe thought to himself as he sat at his desk, pretending to grade the previous period's final exam. Hailey, the student in question, was sitting a mere three rows back and her nervous eyes kept darting to, and then staring at, her neighbor's paper.

Out of the corner of his eye, Joe saw Hailey check to make sure he wasn't looking, and then obviously look at her neighbor's desk while she feverishly copied down their answers.

Joe stood up, buttoned his jacket, calmly walked over and grabbed Hailey's paper without saying a word. He then walked to the back of the classroom nonchalantly. He could feel her angry stare on the back of his head.

He stopped at the back of the room, turned on the heel of his black leather dress shoe and surveyed his class. Forty or so high school seniors were sweating to finish their chemistry final exams. He saw Hailey slouched in her desk, twirling a strand of her long, wavy red hair while with the other hand she defiantly scribbled on her desk.

"I will have to have her clean the desk after class as well," he thought as he strode to the front of the class.

It made him feel good to catch cheaters. It was a constant challenge, and he loved it. He was damn good at it too. He cheated in high school quite successfully, so he knew all of the tricks of the trade. The cheat sheets written on skin, the stolen glances at papers, and now the constant attempt to look at a cell phone; he could spot all of these feeble attempts from a mile away.

He walked back to his desk and continued to grade more final exams. He ignored Hailey completely. He would let her stew on her indiscretion. At the end of class, he would see if she chose to come clean or lie. He couldn't stand the kids that continued to lie even when they were caught red-handed. He respected the ones that knew they made a mistake and confessed to it. He usually went easy on those that showed some contrition. But the ones that lied to him? He would do everything in his power to make them pay.

He thought that Hailey would be one of the ones that denied cheating and possibly even display defiance. She seemed like the type that always got her way. She appeared to be pretty well-off. She always seemed to have a new outfit on that appeared to be stylish and of the highest quality. And let's face it, she was very attractive; downright beautiful, to state the obvious.

Redheads can go one of two ways. They are either rather weird looking and unattractive, or they can be some of the most attractive individuals on the planet. And the really good looking ones seem to hold some kind of power. In the past, some people believed that redheads were witches. Joe wondered if these hot gingers didn't have some witch blood in them.

Hailey was of the hot category. She was around 5'10" and had amazing legs that she loved to show off. She must have looked forward to every warm day in southern California so that she could wear either tiny shorts and amazingly short skirts. Joe had to make a conscious effort not to ogle at the shapely outline of her toned legs. She was thin, but not rail-thin. All the school's coaches tried to get her to try out for sports, but she never got involved in any of them. 

She swam for a bit, but then dropped from the team because the time commitment was too great. She had nice hips and breasts that looked like they had matured much earlier than the rest of her. They were fairly large; if Joe was to guess, he would estimate that they were a C cup. But what was so mesmerizing was how perky they were for their size. This was a feat that only a high school girl's breasts could accomplish. She loved to show them off with swooping necklines or tight t-shirts.

She also had a very cute face, with plump red lips that stood out from her fair skin, gorgeous green eyes and a perfect nose. The way her fiery red hair flowed around her was as if it were alive. She could have been a model or a movie star.

But her attractiveness went beyond normal dimensions. There was just something about her. Her face always had a look on it as if she knew something that no one else in the world knew. Joe thought of her as a poor student, as her grades in his class were always among the bottom rung. She had a mischievous look on her face most of the time, and there was something else to it. There was an underlying sexuality to all of her expressions. Maybe it was just Joe's dirty imagination, but he could swear that she was dripping in sexuality. 

Now this little witch had been caught cheating, and she would be failing his class because of it. He decided that if she was very contrite, he might offer a compromise. Perhaps he would let her retake a harder final at a later date. But that would depend on how she addressed this transgression.

As the bell rang and all of the students left for lunch, Hailey remained seated at her desk. She was wearing a blue sundress that ended about halfway down her thigh. She was sitting with her legs crossed, back straight, and was tapping her pencil feverishly. He definitely didn't think that she was going to fess up to her cheating.

Displaying her expected defiance, she angrily asked "Can I finish my test now?"

Oh no, he was not going to let her dictate this exchange. He slowly got up, brushed off his wool pants, straightened his tie and walked over to her desk ignoring the question. He slowly sat down in the desk to her side.

Re-capturing control of the situation, Joe coolly inquired "Why did I take your test away, Hailey?" This was not his first rodeo.

Reacting dismissively, Hailey said, "I don't know. Can I just finish it?" Her face showed irritation but no other emotion.

"No, you can't. I took your test away because you were looking at Shelly's paper. And that is a violation of the ethics policy at this school." He was careful not to accuse her of cheating. He was merely relating what he had seen.

"No I wasn't. I was just working on my test." She crossed her arms under her ample chest defiantly. She was breathing more heavily now and Joe had to be careful not to stare at her cleavage. It was a difficult task because it looked as if her nipple might pop out of her top at any moment. And her creamy skin was making Joe's mind race with the most inappropriate ideas.

"Well, I saw you repeatedly look at her test and then copy down answers. And I bet if we take a look at your test and hers, all of the answers will be identical. Either way, I know what I saw so now it is between you and your counselor." The blood suddenly drained from Hailey's face when he said that.

"Shit," Hailey muttered under her breath. She was caught and needed a way out.

"What happens now?" Her face had changed again. Now, she had put on her "sad, innocent face" as she tried to figure out her next move. This was the face she used on her parents when she knew that they were going to punish her. It always worked on them. It never failed to mitigate her punishment.

"Well, I will have to give you a zero on the final, write you an office referral for cheating, and then the rest is up to you and your counselor."

"But! But! If I get a zero on the final, I won't pass!" Her face began to show signs of panic. "And if I don't pass, then my college will rescind their acceptance."

"Well, all actions have consequences young lady, and it is time you dealt with yours. Hopefully what you take away from this is that you will never cheat again." Joe always tried to get them to see his point of view when he was about to punish his students.

"Please, Mr. Thompson, don't give me a zero! I will do anything if you just let me retake the test!"

"I am sorry, Hailey. Rules are rules and actions have consequences." He stood up and she followed his lead. But then she surprised him. She stepped close, her face less than a foot from his own.

"Please Mr. Thompson," she pleaded with him. "I can't fail your class." A vision of her life falling apart was starting to snowball in her head. Her parents would kill her for failing. They would probably take away her car. Her dream school would pull her admission. She couldn't let this happen, but what could she do? How could she get Mr. Thompson to reconsider? Well, how did she usually get her way? She usually could walk all over men. An idea popped into her head. It was drastic, but she was desperate.

"Please, Mr. Thompson. Isn't there anything I could do?" She pleaded.

She batted her eyelashes at him and tried to make her most seductive face.

"I am sorry Hailey, but there is nothing that you can do. What is done is done." His mind was becoming cloudy with inappropriate thoughts, but he quickly pushed them away.

She wasn't giving up that easily. She put her hands together as if she was praying, and leaned forward a bit trying to show off as much cleavage as possible. "Please Mr. Thompson, this would ruin my life. Isn't there anything I could do?" She licked her lips and stared at him with such powerful lust that he could feel his cock stir.

"It is not going to ruin your life Hailey. Just take a lesson from this, and you will be stronger in the end." He tried step past her and walk to the door, but she grabbed his hand and crept in close. 

Her voice dropped down to a seductive whisper. "Please, Mr. Thompson. I will do anything and I mean anything" she whispered into his ear as she suddenly placed her hand on the front of his trousers. "I can make you feel so good, Mr. Thompson," Hailey breathed in his ear as she rubbed the bulge that was his penis

"Hailey, please!" he protested, but he couldn't pull away. She had trapped him up against a desk.

"It's okay, Mr. Thompson. I turned eighteen three weeks ago. Remember when I came in with all of the balloons?" She continued to rub his growing cock. Staring him lustfully in the eye now, she bit her lower lip seductively. "All actions have consequences. I can help you out with this little problem and you can help me with mine." She could feel his cock now growing rapidly under her caressing hand. 

"Hailey, stop," although his protest did not carry much conviction.

Before he knew what was happening she had his trousers undone and had thrust her hand inside.

The feeling of her cool, soft hand on his hot, hard cock was amazing. He glanced at the door, knowing it was locked just like he always kept it. Next his eyes darted to the clock. It would be thirty minutes before his next class would arrive, he quickly calculated. Then he looked at Hailey with her red locks half covering her face as she looked at him with her sensuous eyes and licked her lips.

If anyone found out, he would be fired for sure. There was no way in the world any school would ever hire him again. But how would anyone find out? The door was locked and even if Hailey spilled the beans, it would just be her word against his, and fuck, her hand felt so good on his cock. How could he possibly resist this young vixen?

Here he was; a good looking forty-two year old man who prided himself on staying in shape and dressing well for work every day, having this gorgeous redheaded eighteen year old with her hand in his pants. He had always secretly fantasized about having sex with some of his students, but had never imagined acting on those fantasies.

Lately, his marriage was lackluster at best. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex with his wife. Even when they did have sex, it was a vanilla session in which his wife would just lay there while he fucked her until he came. What a waste it was to be in such good shape and never to have a woman enjoy his body. As this young woman stroked his cock, he realized that his wife had never lustfully plunged her hand into his pants, and the aggressive act was very appealing to him.

"Please, Mr. Thompson. I can make you feel so good, and then we can forget this stupid cheating incident." She continued to stroke his cock in his pants.

Her face was right on his ear now, and he could feel her hot breath on him, sending tingles down his spine.

"Just let me take care of you, and we both can be winners," she continued with her temptation, whispering in his ear. Then before he could say anything, she pulled his cock out from its stuffy confines. She took a big breath of air at the sight of his thick member and even squealed a bit. She put her lips up against his ear again.

"God, it is magnificent, Mr. Thompson! Just like I imagined it, as I undressed you with my eyes every time you lectured our class. Didn't you ever wonder why a smart girl like me did so poorly in your class? I was too busy undressing you in my head. I always tried to imagine what your cock looked like under your dress slacks."

She continued to stroke his cock as she whispered in his ear. A gob of pre-cum glistened on his tip.

"You are always the best dressed teacher at this school. Every day with your ties, fitted shirts, and wool pants. Do you know how many of your students go home and play with their little pussies, plunging their fingers and toys into their sloppy wet cunts, thinking of you every night?"

She continued to slowly stroke his cock with a firm grip. It felt so hot on her cool skin. He was speechless. His pants had fallen halfway down his thighs. His thick cock stood out and was stroked by her nimble hand. He didn't have the faintest clue as to what to do or say. He had gone from being totally in control of the situation to being unable to even speak.

Hailey couldn't believe what she was doing either, but she loved the control she felt she was gaining. She had done this before but it was just with random boys at parties. She would stroll up to them, rub their cock through their pants and they would do anything that she asked of them. But this was different; this was her teacher. The forbidden nature of what she was doing turned her on immensely. It was a feeling of power, and it was intoxicating.

"I'll bet you've fantasized about this for a long time, Mr. Thompson," she said as she stared him in the eye.

He thought about what he would do if he lost his job, but then his sexual frustration rushed to the front of his mind as he tried to remember when the last time he had sex with his wife. They had become more like roommates than husband and wife in the last five or six years. Damn, he needed this!

"I bet that when you jerk off, you close your eyes and imagine some pretty student wrapping her lips around this big cock," Hailey teased.

His mind was abuzz. He couldn't risk his job for a few minutes of fun. But he was already getting his cock stroked by a student. And what if he did lose his job? Fuck, it was not like they were paying him a fortune or anything. If he lost his job, maybe it would be for the best. He could finally "man up", leave his wife and move away to Hawaii, where they were desperate for teachers. He could train hard and finally compete in an Ironman event. Besides, if he stopped her now, she would get angry and probably try to blackmail him into giving her a good grade anyway. Why not take advantage of this situation?

"OK Hailey, it's a deal. But don't forget who is in charge here. I am your teacher, and this is your punishment." 

"Take down the top of your dress, Hailey. I want to see those perky eighteen year old tits that you have been teasing me with all year long."

She looked up at him with a facial expression he just couldn't place, and then she smiled. She looked down at her chest, then back up at him.

"Yes, Mr. Thompson. Of course I will show you my tits," suddenly thrilled with exhibiting herself to her teacher. She had used her body to manipulate many boys in her time, but he was different; he was a man. He was not turning into a quivering mound of flesh like the others did when she manipulated them with sex. Deep down, she realized that she was turned on by his firm authority, and the thought of getting naked in front of him was intoxicating.

She let her thin straps fall from her shoulders, exposing her perky white mounds. They had to be at least a C cup, yet they just stood in defiance of gravity. "Of course she isn't wearing a bra," he thought.

Her pink nipples were not yet erect, but he knew that wouldn't last long. Her areolas were a very light pink hue and puffy. He couldn't wait to suck on her perfect globes.

"You like these big perky tits, don't you Mr. Thompson?" she said as she pinched her hardening nipples. It was arousing for her to play the "dirty girl" role with an adult for once. She usually acted so innocent with them, and saved her naughty side for boys.

"When was the last time that you got to suck on eighteen year old tits? You know that you can't wait to play with them." She tried to get some sense of control back.

His eyes were drinking in the sight of her gorgeous breasts, and he reached out his big hand instinctively and stroked the smooth flesh of her young breast. The touch caused her to shudder with pleasure. They stood silently as he manipulated her exposed breast. He was getting so turned on seeing this half naked eighteen year old ginger in front of him. He needed some release, so he put his large hands on her tiny shoulders and firmly pushed her down to her knees.

"Suck my dick now, Hailey. Pay for your little cheating incident," he commanded as he stood straight up with his hands on his hips. It felt so strange to use his authority in such a sexual nature, but it was also so exhilarating.

"Yes, Mr. Thompson." She looked up sheepishly at the large cock before her. She had always been in control of her previous sexual situations, and having someone else take the lead so forcefully was a huge turn-on. She felt her pussy burn with desire. She licked her lips and wrapped her mouth around its massive head. "Fuck!" was all she could think. She had never had anything this big in her mouth. The excitement of the new experience made her little cunt leak.

She relaxed a bit and stretched her mouth around him. God, the earthy scent of his cock was so arousing to her, and the feeling of its velvety skin against her tongue was invigorating. Slowly, she took more of him into her mouth until she hit the back of her throat. She quickly pulled him out and caught her breath. She tried again and this time his hands found the back of her head. He wrapped his fingers in her red wavy hair roughly.

"Come on, Hailey. You can do better than that. If you are going to pass my course, you will have to try harder than that. Show me just how slutty you can be for me to try to make up for cheating."

"Slutty? Slutty! How dare he," she initially thought to herself. She had never been talked to in such a way. Yet the idea of being a slut, a purely sexual being, grew on her and turned her on. As she took him in her mouth again, she was now determined to get more of his massive tool in her mouth. She was going to show him exactly how big of a slut she could be.

It was difficult, but she got about a third of him in her mouth when suddenly she felt his hand push her head hard onto his cock. It slid in further but then gagged her, causing her eyes to tear up. She tried to pull back, but he kept the pressure for a millisecond. Just as she began to panic, he pulled her off his cock.

"Better, Hailey. You just have to relax your throat a bit. Is this the biggest dick you have ever tried to shove down your throat?" he asked as he stroked his cock in front of her her lips. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his sensitive tip. He was beginning to relish his position of power.

Hailey nodded slowly. "It's just so thick Mr. Thompson. I don't know if I can take it."




Consequences



"It just takes practice and determination, just like with everything in life that is worthwhile. Now get back to it. A couple of more tries and then I am going to have to take a look at that pussy of yours."

He had put his cock back to her lips. She opened her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate him. Slowly, she took him in as he pressed the back of her head. She tried to relax as much as she could. This time she got about half of his monster in her mouth. It still made her eyes water, but strangely she was feeling herself get more turned on than she imagined, her initial panic giving way to her inner lust.

Sure, Mr. Thompson was good looking, and she had fantasized about him. But she was feeling a heat between her legs that she had never felt before. Something about how he was taking control of her, like no one else had ever dared. His actions were exciting her in ways she never expected. All of the guys she had ever been with treated her like some great work of art that they were scared to break. It was a whole new experience to be treated this way; like a whore, she thought.

He now started to fuck her mouth. She could feel herself start to drool as her mouth became too filled with saliva and cock. But wait, there was a new taste and sensation now. His cock was suddenly sliding more easily and she had a familiar, salty flavor in her mouth. Pre-cum! His cock was oozing pre-cum! Mr. Thompson must have been getting as excited as she was. Her mouth was turning into a mess. She could feel a myriad of fluids dripping out of her mouth as he roughly fucked it. His hand tightened its grip on her hair. She began to relish the sharp pain on her scalp.

"Good girl. You look so pretty when you let me fuck your mouth, like the beautiful little slut that you are." She could never have imagined it before, but the dirtier he talked and the more Joe dominated her, the more sexually excited she felt.

He began bucking his hips aggressively as he held her mouth in place. His large balls were slapping roughly on her chin as he fucked her beautiful face. He was in complete control, and it was turning him on so much that he suddenly had to stop. He was about to cum and wanted to relish the situation a bit more.

He pulled her head off of his cock by her hair and then reached down, grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her up. She felt a gob of saliva drip off of her chin, dripping onto her right tit.

"Now I have to take a look at that pussy of yours. See if the carpet matches the drapes, although if I were to bet, I would wager that you are as bald as a cue ball down there."

The thought of her teacher inspecting her most intimate of areas turned her on immensely. She was glad that she had taken the time to shave her pussy that morning. 

He put his hand on her waist and sat her on a nearby desk. He reached under her dress, grabbed her tiny fluorescent thong and pulled it down. He carefully removed it, while keeping her high-heeled shoes on.

"Mr. Thompson, what are you doing?" she said with feigned protest. She loved how he was putting her on a pedestal and taking control. She could feel the heat building up in her cunt.

"Just taking a look at your cunt, like you looked at your neighbor's paper during the exam." He gave her a kiss on the forehead.

Then he positioned her legs so they were also on the desk, but spread apart so he would be able to get a good view of her cunt. She was sitting with her bare ass on the desk, and her legs spread-eagle for him. He lifted up her dress to reveal her eighteen year old pussy. It was amazing. It was a pink slit amidst a sea of milky white skin. Her red pussy lips were shining from her abundant juices, and they were engorged with her immense arousal. He was correct in the fact that she was shaved, but she left a little patch of thin, bright red hair above her slit.

"Mmmm. Nice touch," he commented as his hand patted her little patch of hair. It was so fine and soft.

It struck Hailey as being so odd to being sitting on a desk, her desk actually, with her legs apart and her teacher inspecting her pussy. Her position actually reminded her of when she went to the gynecologist.

"Thank you, Mr. Thompson. Do you li..." Her voice trailed off as he began to trace his finger along the outline of her vagina. The touch shocked her, but also the feeling of his big hand taking charge of her most intimate part turned her on like nothing else she could have imagined.

"What a nice little pussy, and you are so aroused." He ran his finger up and down her slickened slit. "Do the boys you fuck ever get you this turned on Hailey?" he asked as he slid a finger into her cunt and immediately found her g-spot. Her whole body shook with the new sensation. She had never had anyone hit that button before.

She struggled to answer him. This was all a new experience for her. She thought that she was fairly experienced sexually, having had sex with six or seven guys, but what she was experiencing right now was a whole other level of satisfaction. He was now rubbing her g-spot as his other hand started to gently flick her clit. She felt as if she would cum any second now.

"No, no," she struggled. "I have never felt anything like this." His face was so close to her clit that she could feel his hot breath on her.

"That's because they were just boys Hailey, and I am a man. You haven't felt anything yet," he said as he plunged his mouth onto her erect clit, sucking it into his mouth. The sensation was too much for her. Her whole body began shake as she came harder than she ever thought possible. Her legs clenched on his head like a vise grip, while Joe lapped up her juices as she came.

Once her orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes to find Mr. Thompson's face right up against hers. She took in the familiar smell that she knew was from her own excitement, now smeared all over her teachers lips and chin. He was stroking her hair gently. He smiled as she opened her eyes and gave her a light kiss on the lips.

"Now is my turn to have a big orgasm Hailey. Are you ready for my cock?" As he asked her, he began to rub the tip of his cock up and down her sloppy cunt.

She had never intended to fuck Mr. Thompson. She figured she would give him a quick blow job and then the whole cheating incident would go away. But now she was sitting with her bare ass on a desk, her dress pulled down exposing her tits and her bare pussy being rubbed up and down by her teacher's large cock. On top of everything, she was still reeling from the most intense orgasm she had ever had. She did not have to think before answering him.

"Yes, Mr. Thompson. I want you to fuck my little pussy with that big cock of yours." Without even thinking she continued, "I want you to fuck me hard and then cum all over my big tits, Mr. Thompson."

She pushed her perky breasts together and licked her lips.

He leaned forward and took her right nipple in his mouth. His mouth was filled with the aroma of her perfume. Her nipple was so hard. He opened his mouth wider and sucked in her whole puffy areola. She moaned with pleasure. He switched to the other side and continued his rough sucking of her tits.

"Fuck me, Mr. Thompson," she pleaded. "I need you inside me!" She had turned from a naive high school student with a rudimentary understanding of sex to a lustful animal who needed nothing else but to feel her teacher's cock deep inside her.

Joe needed no further encouragement. He brought his hips forward causing his cock to slowly slip into her drenched vagina. He was amazed at how she was able to take him. Her pussy was amazingly tight around him. It felt unbelievable. He was able to slowly plunge all the way into her, relishing the exquisite pleasure as each inch of his manhood slipped into his student's pussy. Finally he was completely in her, to the point at which his balls were laying against her damp skin.

Hailey felt like he was going to rip her into two. She hadn't had anything nearly as thick of his cock inside her, and she wasn't sure she would be able to take him, but he proceeded so slowly and carefully. He was unlike the boys that had impatiently fucked her cunt. She was surprised when she felt him slip deep inside her until his scrotum rested against her flushed skin. Just when she thought she wouldn't be able to take it anymore, he pulled out of her. She immediately needed to feel her cunt stretched out by him again. She was already addicted to the intense feeling.

He began to rhythmically pump his cock in and out of her. Slowly at first, relishing the amazing feeling and view. As his cock slid in, her swollen pussy lips were folded into her soaked pussy, and when he pulled out, her lips reappeared, stretching as they snugly gripped his shaft. Her eyes were closed and her long, red hair had fallen everywhere. Her breasts seductively moved with each hip thrust, her nipples now hard as diamonds.

He picked up his pace and intensity. She started to moan. He picked up the intensity some more. He was now fucking her intensely with his balls slapping her skin with every thrust. Her breasts began to twirl wildly. She felt as if they would be ripped from her body. Her pussy, which had first screamed with pain as his large cock penetrated her, was now relaxing around his thick member and relishing the intense feeling. She didn't notice her moans, or the fact that they had begun to turn into screams. Suddenly, she felt his hand over her mouth. She opened her eyes in panic, but saw his calm face with a finger held in front of his lips, quieting her.

Then they both were startled by the sound of someone turning the doorknob from outside. Joe stopped with his cock halfway in and halfway out of Hailey's literally dripping pussy. Both of their eyes focused on the doorknob as it slowly turned. The person outside tried the door, but it was locked. They both let out a huge sigh of relief.

Joe reached down and grabbed her left leg and lifted it up, resting her foot on his shoulder. He did the same to the other leg as well. He knew that he would be able to fuck her more deeply this way and hit that g-spot that would make her cum so hard, she would feel like her head was exploding.

She looked up at Joe with bewildered eyes. She was dying to cum again. 

Then Joe started to fuck Hailey again. She tried to gasp as he rammed his cock into her suddenly, but her mouth was still covered with his big hand. He shushed her with his free finger. This was a new sensation to her. She had never felt someone so deep in her before, and in addition to that feeling, her g-spot was being rubbed by his thick cock in a glorious manner. He was too close to cumming to worry about anything as he continued to pound her towards another orgasm, even despite the incessant knocking on the door.

He continued to ram his cock into her now mess of a pussy. He reached down from her lips and rubbed her clit roughly. She started to cum again and the waves of contraction of her pussy was too much for him. He pulled out just as the first blast of semen erupted from his weapon. He pointed his erupting cock at her heaving breasts and hit his target, soaking her left breast. Wave after wave of hot cum landed on her gorgeous bosom. She relished the feeling of his hot spunk on her skin. Her whole body was on fire from her orgasm.

He stood catching his breath, with his cock slowly wilting. A large string of semen hung from his tip, and his whole tool glistened with her juices. They were both panting uncontrollably. Finally, he composed himself enough to gently take her legs off of his shoulders. He pulled up his underwear and then his trousers. He was moving slowly as if he was under water. He tucked in his shirt and composed himself, re-emerging as the cool, calm professional teacher that was his normal demeanor.

He took in the sight before him. Hailey was a mess. Her hair was all over the place. Her dress was pulled up exposing her bare pussy, which was leaking love juice all over the desk that she was sitting on. It was gaping wide open from being penetrated by such a large member. Her breasts were covered in cum and she was absentmindedly rubbing his seed all over her skin as she quietly moaned. It was one of the most erotic sights that he had ever seen. He cleared his throat to wake her from her nirvana.

"Thank you Hailey, it looks like you got an A on that exam." He turned his back and walked over to his desk. She stood slowly, not knowing what to do. She tugged her dress down over thighs and slipped her hand into the straps, hastily getting dressed. She ran a hand through her fiery locks.

"My next class will be coming in a couple of minutes, so you should go so you don't raise any suspicions," he called over his computer as he typed.

She could feel the front of her dress sticking to the mess that covered her chest and moisture was beginning to run down her leg. Suddenly she realized that this was it, and would never see him again. She couldn't bear not feeling what she had just experienced again.

"That's it?" She was at a total loss.

"Yes, you got an A on your final exam and I see that will give you a C plus in the class. Let's bump that up to a B, since you were such a good sport."

"So am I never going to see you again? " Hailey again questioned incredulously.

"Well, if you don't think you have had enough penance for your little cheating incident, or if you want to learn a little more chemistry, you have my email. Shoot me a message and we can get together to explore other options for you." He winked at her as he rose and walked to her side. He gently led her to the door. Stopping before he opened it, he bent down and whispered in her ear.

"This is just the beginning of the pleasure I can make you feel." He then leaned in and kissed her passionately while slipping a hand under her dress and fingering her wet cunt, making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

He opened the door, and with his hand on her back led her out of the class while propping the door open for the next class. He walked in, nonchalantly wiped down her cum-soaked desk, and noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

It was her fluorescent panties. He walked over and picked them up. He put them under his nose and inhaled deeply, relishing in the experience that had just taken place. He was brought back to reality by the ringing of the bell and was able to slip the panties into his coat pocket just as the first student walked in the door.

Halfway through the period, he noticed a young lady in the second row obviously copying off the paper of the boy next to her. Joe gave her a warning stare and went back to work at his desk. The next time he looked up, she was doing it again. He walked over calmly and took her paper. She just put her head down and hid her face under her golden locks.

After the period ended and everyone filed out, she sat at her desk tapping her high-heeled clad shoe.

"Another cheating senior," he thought. "Why is it always the hot ones?" He wondered as he walked up to the buxom, long-legged blonde.

"Do you know why I took away your paper, Suzie?" He put on his best stern teacher face, crossed his arms and waited for her response.

"I was cheating Mr. Thompson. I am so sorry. Hailey told me what the consequences were for cheating, and I am ready for my punishment." She flashed him the most mischievous smile as she pulled her tight t-shirt over her head, revealing the most amazing pair of breasts he could ever imagine.

The End



Consequences



A first submission from me, please let me know what you think!

*****

We look at each other in the dim light, saying what we know with our eyes. All the frustration, all the wrongness, all the sexual capacity we know lives between us, and has been there for 15 years. I've seen this look in you before, only glimpses of it, sure, but it's been there. 

When you and I get caught in conversation for too long, it comes, lighting up what our intuition knows. When we touch each other, either accidentally or purposefully, it comes. It always comes. This has always how it has to have ended, this is always how it has to have been. 

"Nick - " I start. I stop. I wait. 

You look like you're fighting to keep the ties that bind you on: they've kept you from touching me like you want, and are unravelling at a pace too quick for you to patch up. There's a look in your eye I am unfamiliar with - an animal I've not met. 

I jump in, head first.

Deep breath.

"Nick, I'm in love with you. I always have been. And I know it's wrong for me to feel this way but I just do, and I can't - I just can't - live my life anymore without you knowing it." 

The binding ties unravel faster. You're unsure how to react but you know how you want to. 

And I'm ready for you when you do. 

"You know I can't," you say. 

Yes I know you can't. I know. I understand.

I breathe deeply. "I'm happy to stay as I am: loving you from a distance. Hell, I've been doing it for so long now I'm kind of used to this purgatory...and I know admitting what I've just admitted might throw a massive spanner in the works in terms of our friendship. But I've agonised so long and I made my mind up to tell you, because I can't keep going without telling you - it's been too much torture for me. I'm sorry."

My eyes have been skating around the room telling you this but come back to rest on you now. You're leaning further forward in your chair. The television is flickering beside you. We forgot about it the moment we started entangling our fingers on the couch, when I turned my head slightly into your neck, breathing hot air onto it. I felt you stir and I heard you groan and then you jumped up and walked over to the other side of the room. And now we're here. 

Where we're supposed to be. 

"Don't be sorry Josie. I just don't understand why now. Why not ten years ago? Why did you push me away then?"

I know to which event you're referring to.

"Because I was scared. And you were drunk. But mainly because I was scared."

"What were you scared of?"

"You. Me. You give me butterflies in my stomach the size of mammoths and I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't talk... I can't move..." I take a large breath and continue, "I want you more than anyone else I've ever been with. No one has compared to what you stir up in me. You have no idea..." 

Silence ensues and I look down at my thighs framed in my denim skirt, the dull light illuminating the soft hair on my legs that is standing on end, waiting for release. 

I twiddle my fingers for a bit because I don't want to look at you. I don't know how you've reacted to that and I can slowly feel the dread seeping in - I'll be alone in my bed again tonight. 

I know your responsibilities. And I feel awful for asking you to forget them. But I must. 

"Josie...Jose...I DO have an idea." 

I look up. You're looking at me so hotly I might just melt on the spot.

Then you're striding across the room like your life depends on you reaching me, and as you're doing so you mutter again, "I do have an idea..." I lean back into the couch and my neck cranes further up as you impose yourself more and more...

...until you're on me and your mouth crashes hotly into mine, sliding your tongue across my lips like a slick whip and invading my mouth almost violently. The passion built up over so many years snaps like a rubber band, the lust felt in that moment is painful. You're groaning into my mouth and my breathing quickens and deepens and all I can do is bring my hands up to weave my fingers in your hair and hold on. 

"Oh God," I croak, "Nick - " I whisper into the kiss.

"Yes, Josie. Oh god, I want you..."

I bring you closer and wrap my arm around your neck, while your mouth slows on mine, my whole body rejoicing in finally being able to show you this part of me. A hot perspiration starts pulsating from my skin and I become aware of just how wet I've gotten. I want your fingers, your tongue, your cock in me, I want it now, I can't wait to show you.

Your hands slide around behind me to wrap my legs around your waist and grind me into you, the first physical evidence of your hard cock straining against your jeans now against my cotton underwear. I gasp and arch my pelvis, and can't help but oscillate against the fly of your jeans, desperate for relief. 

Keeping one hand on my spiraling arse, the other comes up and tips my head back so you can get to my neck, you slide your tongue right up my wildly pulsing carotid to behind my ear, then setting your lips there, sucking in skin, then moving to my earlobe. I'm in heaven and let you know with a series of gasps. 

"You are so beautiful, Jose," you say against my neck and I push back to look in your eyes. Your eyes are glazed and your lips are parted and wet - I have never imagined your face this way. Not in a thousand fantasies. All hesitations are forgotten. Only here, now and us remains. 

"Make love to me, or fuck me, just please, please do it soon Nick."

You rise then pick me up and carry me into your room, telling me that this deserves a bed. "Once I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk," you say hotly in my ear, kicking open your door and putting me on the bed. 

You come up over me, pushing up my top slowly with your fingers, creeping them up my stomach. I can feel your warm calluses teasing my tender nerve endings, sending shards of pleasure to by breasts in anticipation. Then my top is off and you look at me as if to savour the moment. I save you the hassle of the bra hook, reaching behind me, never taking my eyes from your face, watching you react as I bare myself to you. You grunt, "Ungh," and set your hands to them, slowly using your thumb to tease my nipples: back and forth, over and around, manipulating them into hard nubs, then bending down to take them into your mouth. Starting with the right, your hot, wet tongue glides over them, then you suck and bite at them, before repeating and repeating, again and again until I'm writhing on the bed, winding my fingers through your hair and calling out for mercy. 

I get it when you decide your cock has had enough of its confines and you stand up to let me undo your fly and slide your pants down your perfect legs. I take your jocks off too and your cock springs free. The most amazingly perfect one I've ever seen, bigger than I imagined and bending slightly up and to the right from a patch of neat dark hair. I bring my small hand up to it, grasping it halfway up and glancing up at your face. 

"I won't be able to take too much of that Josie, I'm already so close..." you say, a look of sweet agony sweeping over your face.

"Shh, baby, just a bit."

My hand strokes firmly up and down your cock working my thumb up to the tip and swirling the drop of cum seeping from the top. I take my thumb and put it to my tongue, while you watch at me and give a strained laugh. 

"Take your shirt off," I order and you bring your arms down to lift your shirt over your head. I look up and take in your torso, comparing it to fantasy-you, and coming away thinking you're better. "My god, you're hot..." I mutter before getting back to stroking your cock slowly, over and over, watching and feeling your muscles contract and hearing your noises, before I decide to take you into my mouth. 

"OH GOD, Josie!" You call out before descending into whispers, your whole body quivering, holding back, feeling all I have to give you. My mouth works down your shaft, the tongue following on the underside, feeling you bottom out in my throat and then using the natural suction on the way back up. I repeat and repeat until my chin is wet and you're telling me to stop. We still have so much to do. 

I come away and you immediately lie me down and pull my skirt off. Your fingers go straight to my cotton underwear where a wet line has formed in the middle, hugging my labia, getting progressively wetter the further down you go. As you start to feel this you smile and kiss me, telling me how hot I'm making you, how you've thought about this in bed stroking your cock. And I shudder at that because god knows I've done it too. And I kiss you back, tenderly, fully, running my tongue over yours, moaning into your mouth as you rub my wetness. God I'm close, your fingers are magic...

"Shh, baby, just a bit," you mock me, and I laugh and groan. 

"I need you inside me, Nick, I need you to touch me. Please," I beg. 

You take your hands away from me then, and work your way down the end of the bed. Down to my feet, massaging my ankles, then my calves and knees, then taking your tongue and licking up the inside. I can barely keep my legs still in anticipation of what I know you will do, my stomach muscles are trembling and my fingers grasp at the sheets. My desire is out of control. 

From my knees to the sensitive insides of my thighs, my breath getting quicker, then you part my legs and set your tongue to the concave skin to the sides of my pussy. I'm pleading loudly with you now, to put me out of my misery, to end it here, to give me the relief I've waited for, for so long. You lick my panties then quickly pull them aside to set your mouth to what's underneath, devouring my pussy lips one by one, then both, then opening them up with your fingers, which might almost be enough to make me come, but your tongue slides over my distended, pounding, red clit just gently and the shock is just enough to put me off orgasm for now. I'm so sensitive from all this build up and I let you know. I look down and see you admiring my pussy and it's the hottest sight I've ever seen, your hair flopping haphazardly over your forehead, your head cocked to one side. And then I'm hot again, and you set your mouth over my whole clit, placing your tongue flat over it and moving it in a circle. You're a master and I arch into your mouth, widening my legs to let you get more. You suckle gently at it and then take your tongue down to my entrance to lap at the liquid desire seeping from there. Your fingers come up and enter behind it, and I can't take it any more. You stroke a couple of times with your fingers and I explode into your mouth, my legs shaking in the air, my muscles wildly spasming, yelling out one long "Ohhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaah!" 

My legs don't stop shaking for what seems like minutes, but by then you're on top of me, whispering in my ear how beautiful I am when I come, and grabbing hold of my hips. 

And you promise, "I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to love you. And you're going to come again, and again, and again. Do you understand me, my love?"

Your cock tickles my entrance as I reach for it and stroke it up and down over my sensitive clit and into my pussy. "I understand," I say, and kiss you as you push your way in. I arch my back as I feel every delicious inch of your cock enter me all the way to the hilt. My slick skin is fully in contact with yours and you pull your mouth away from mine to travel down my neck, breathing hotly into me between wet tongue lashes. 

"Nick, Nick, I love you," I sob. 

"I love you too, baby," you say then reach behind me to the bedhead, using it as leverage to push yourself into me further, and as your cockhead pushes firmly against my sweet spot inside I come again, my legs spasming around your waist, my pussy clamping on your cock, making you pause your mission.

Still using the leverage of the wrought iron bedhead, you keep pulling or pushing yourself in and out of my pussy, I come again and again, splashing my come all over you until you yell out my name and kiss me as you empty yourself into me. 

We'll deal with the consequences tomorrow.



Consequences



Disclaimers: 

The characters are mine, the story is mine. 

Love/Sex: Yes on both accounts, between two adult women. The sex is a little on the rough side and at some point may even seem nonconsensual, but it becomes so, eventually. 

*

The sound of the door slamming rang throughout the apartment. The walls shuddered from the intensity. The look on the angry woman's face, standing in the doorway, provided any needed explanations for the unexpected outburst. Her black hair hung wildly down her back as her ice blue eyes seared anything and anyone who happened to stumble in her way. Anger seethed out of her, rippled through her body and unto other entities in her proximity. Her steps were measured as she made her way toward the living room sofa. Throwing her keys on the couch, she walked to the refrigerator, pulling it open in a brusque move. 

A short, blonde haired woman rushed into the kitchen at the startling sound. Wide eyed with worry, she entered the kitchen. Looking at the dark woman's turned back, Lisa noticed the bunched muscles under Shannon's white tank. Shannon was drinking greedily out of the juice carton, in a way that bordered on desperation. Lisa inched her way closer to Shannon, quietly, so as not to startle the obviously upset woman. Laying a gentle hand on her shoulder, she almost jumped out of her skin when Shannon turned around quickly and grabbed her wrist in a vice-like grip. The look in Shannon's eyes made Lisa's heart beat faster; she had never seen such a look in her usually calm and composed partner. "Honey, what's wrong?" 

Shannon swallowed another mouthful of juice, never letting go of Lisa's captured hand. "Nothing." She said tensely and turned back around, noticing the blonde flying along with her. When Shannon heard Lisa release a startled gasp, she finally let her hand go.

Lisa waited a few moments, hoping that Shannon would come around and talk to her, tell her what had happened, but to no avail. Shannon kept a strong-hold on the neck of the plastic bottle and kept drinking deeply. 

"We have glasses, you know." Lisa said gently, trying to get a smile out of her barely recognizable partner. All she knew was that Shannon had gone to visit with her family and was now back and angrier than she had ever seen her before. The need to know what happened was itching at her and she practically had to cover her mouth with her hand so as not to blurt something out, something that would surely make her lover angrier than she was; if that was at all possible. 

Her attempt at making a joke fell flat. All Shannon did was turn her angry gaze at her, pull the bottle away from her gulping mouth and sneer. She literally sneered in Lisa's direction. A tiny shard of fear began gnawing at Lisa's stomach. This was not her gentle, loving partner, but rather an animal ready to unleash her fury on the first possible prey. She took a careful step back, gulping loudly when Shannon followed. "Leave me alone, I'm not in the mood for your stupid jokes." Shannon said harshly. 

Without thinking about her actions, Lisa narrowed her eyes in anger, leaving the fear behind. It wasn't her fault that whatever had angered her lover had done so and she shouldn't be the one to take the brunt for it. If she hadn't been so rash, she would have considered her next move before acting and would have wisely stepped away and left the dark woman alone. However, as they say, hindsight is twenty-twenty and at that moment, all Lisa could see was red. "What is wrong with you? If you're angry, don't take it out on me. I asked what was wrong and you ignored me, so don't turn this on me." She said with a harsher tone than she had intended. 

Lisa barely had time to predict the move, when she found herself clasped tightly to the powerful body of her lover, staring deeply and quite closely, up into two blue chips of ice. Shannon had one arm tucked behind Lisa's back, pulling her to her, holding her captive, trapping her arms at her sides. She could feel Lisa's hot breath on her lips and for some reason it only angered her more. She felt nothing but anger at that moment, at her lover, at her family, she no longer knew. "I thought I told you to leave me the fuck alone! You couldn't leave well enough alone and you had to push, didn't you?!" Not waiting for an answer, Shannon used her free hand to pull Lisa's head in, closing the distance between them. The kiss was by no means soft or gentle. It was raw, animalistic, bordering on painful. Lisa could feel her lips swelling from Shannon's ferocious force. A small whimper escaped Lisa's mouth, only causing Shannon to pull her harder against her lips; an excuse to plunder her soft mouth with her searing tongue. Lisa was getting scared, even though she knew, deep down, that Shannon would never really hurt her. But this situation was new and her lover was not herself, she didn't know how this 'stranger' might act, or what she should expect, but she had a pretty good idea. 

Shannon, without glancing up from her task, threw the empty bottle of juice on the floor, the loud bang ringing in Lisa's ears. She then fastened her other hand against the blonde's neck and pulled her to their bedroom. A few seconds later, Shannon was still holding onto Lisa, kissing and plundering her mouth for all she was worth, while her hands made themselves busy crawling all over the lithe body. She unceremoniously pulled Lisa's blue t-shirt out of her pants and with one long swoop, above her head, throwing it to one corner of the room. Next came Lisa's bra, which was harder to take off since Lisa had begun to regain her senses and was starting to put up a fight. "Stop. Shannon please, stop." She pleaded with her lover, hoping that the woman she knew and loved could still be found in there. 

Shannon stopped her frantic movements for a second, looking into Lisa's slightly frightened eyes. She grasped her jaw in a surprisingly gentle hand and said, "You don't really want me to stop, do you?" Her hand slowly caressed her tightly clenched jaw and then her fingers curled in the blonde tresses and pulled her head into another drawn-out kiss. During the kiss, Shannon grabbed both of Lisa's hands and pushed them behind her back, holding them still through the blonde's struggling. She tried to unsnap the back clasps of the bra but her efforts proved fruitless, making her growl in anger. Mumbling the words, "keep pushing me," again and again, Shannon had had enough and she ripped the bra in two. A startled gasp escaped Lisa's mouth as a cold shiver ran down her naked spine. Shannon's other hand traveled slowly down Lisa's body, moving from her chest down to her stomach, reaching the top edge of her blue jeans. With that same hand she snapped open the button, pulled the zipper down and with a swift motion, pushed the jeans to the floor, letting them slide down Lisa's perfectly sculpted hips. 

Shannon narrowed her eyes dangerously as she picked her smaller lover up in her arms and laid her down on the soft sheet that was covering their king sized bed. Like a panther prowling in the wild, in the search for a delicious prey to pounce on, Shannon rose on her hands and knees, still fully dressed, and made her way over Lisa's prone body. Shannon noticed a small shiver run through the smooth body beneath her and a similar one overcame hers. She didn't even bother taking her shoes off as she laid her tall, muscular body on top of the panting blonde. Lisa didn't know what was better, having Shannon maul her with no consideration or having to anticipate her next move as she slowly moved on top of her. A jean clad knee immediately thrust itself against her sensitive sex and she gasped in surprise. The attack had begun all over again. Shannon captured both of Lisa's wrists in her one hand and pushed them tightly against the bed, above her head. Licking a path from her sensitive ear down to the hollow of her throat, Shannon hummed in pleasure. As Lisa slowly began to enjoy herself, marveling at the searing touch of her lover, she yelped in surprise and pain when a pair of very sharp teeth marked her neck, claiming their territory. 

When the red blotch appeared on the creamy white skin of Lisa's neck, Shannon looked satisfied and she kissed and softly licked the now sensitized piece of flesh. She lowered her head to capture a hardened nipple between her teeth and smiled at the short intake of breath. Letting the nipple harden between her teeth, she simply breathed against her, unmoving. The moan that escaped Lisa's mouth made Shannon release her captive nub and take her entire breast inside her mouth. With her knee still between the motionless Lisa, she pushed her legs further apart, making room for her soon to be invading hand. She moved to treat the other breast the same way and started playing in the blonde curls. She was happy to discover that the thin patch of hair was soaked with Lisa's passion. Without as much as a warning, she ploughed Lisa's vulnerable sex with three fingers. Lisa released a surprised gasp, the suddenness making her completely unable to utter anything more. 

The power of Shannon's thrusts inside her were driving her further up the bed and if Shannon hadn't kept a strong grasp on her wrists, she would have already banged her head against the headboard. Shannon took to licking and nipping around the soft mounds of flesh underneath her mouth, kissing her way down the valley between them. When she felt Lisa begin to respond to her rough touch, she began thrusting harder and faster, enjoying the look of rapture on Lisa's straining face. Her muscles bunched in tension as her body faced the roughest treatment it had ever known. She was in a place unfamiliar, between pleasure and pain. Her mind couldn't conjure up a thought; she was beyond that, beyond anything that could possibly ground her. And soon she was lost, lost in delirious pleasure...or was it pain...she could no longer tell. 

The hunching body of Shannon, pushing against her, inside her, was the only thing she felt, the only thing she knew. With a surprisingly deep plunge and a thoroughly rough kiss, she opened her mouth to gasp for air, her neck straining with the pressure. One small whimper escaped her throat and then her body crashed into a million, tiny pieces of abandon. Her entire body shook with the force, making the bed tremble underneath their sweat soaked bodies. Eyes wide, blinking through the darkness, she took deep breaths to fill her starved lungs. It had been one of the most earth-shattering experiences she had ever been through. When she first felt the shaking she thought her own body was reacting with the aftershocks, but then she felt the strange wetness against her heated throat. 

Clenching and unclenching her fingers, she realized they were no longer held captive. She looked down at the dark hair covering her upper body and lowered her hand to Shannon's bowed head. The shaking had come from Shannon, who was crying just as fiercely as she had taken Lisa's body but a minute ago. With a soft hand, Lisa caressed the dark tresses away from the tear streaked face, trying to find the blue eyes she had fallen in love with. "Shan? What's wrong, baby?" All that had happened was suddenly forgotten and there was only the here and now. Shannon was uncharacteristically crying and Lisa's heart constricted in pain.

Shannon raised her head slightly, capturing the green ones of her beloved. At the surprising look of love and tenderness, she began sobbing all that much harder, continuously begging for Lisa's forgiveness, "I'm so sorry...Oh God, I'm sorry..." 

Lisa let Shannon cry until she had no more tears left, simply holding her tightly and whispering soft reassurances into her flushed ear. Finally, Shannon ceased her crying and raised her head to look into her lover's eyes, "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry I hurt you...I never meant to hurt you." She mumbled a few other unintelligible words and burrowed her head back into the cocoon of warmth that was her lover's chest, wrapping her arms securely around her waist. 

They spent several more minutes just laying together, basking in the glow that they couldn't help but feeling, no matter the circumstance. "Did I hurt you badly?" Shannon's small, fearful voice asked. 

Lisa smiled slightly, taking note of the pleasant buzz that seemed to engulf her entire being, "No honey, I'm okay. Now are you willing to tell me what happened?" 

Shannon cringed as she was reminded of what had brought her unnatural behavior about. "I just can't take it anymore...Words hurt, you know, more than a physical blow. And if you ever thought that words coming from a stranger can ever be worse than those coming from your family, than I can attest to how wrong you would be." She didn't elaborate, and Lisa understood. Hugging Shannon's body closer to her own, until they felt like one, Lisa continued caressing her dark, disheveled hair through the night. She understood what had led to her lover's strange behavior and she was glad to have been there for her when she had needed her the most, no matter the consequences. 



Consequences



You've made me wait.

I can feel my annoyance increasing as the minutes tick by. I check my watch again. It has been almost twenty minutes now; completely unacceptable.

I hear the key turning in the lock. You shuffle in, out of breath, throwing off your coat and attempting to take off your shoes in the same motion. I watch you. You leave your stuff on the floor – on my clean hallway floor – and you collapse onto the couch in the living room. 

"Today was hell," you mutter, "Especially the traffic coming home. Ugh, dear god, am I glad to be sitting down right now. It felt like I was on my feet all day." You rub your hands briskly together as I continue to stare at you. "And boy is it cold outside. You know, I think my eyeballs almost froze. Hey, baby, can you get me some coffee? I could do with something warm right about now." Picking up the remote, you turn on the TV. 

I continue to not speak, not move; just stare. You glance over at me. "Something wrong, sweetheart?" You ask innocently. 

My voice is as icy as the wind outside, "You are late."

"Oh, honey, hey...I told you. Traffic and all..." Your voice trails off and you give a dismissive wave of your hand. "You know that's not my fault."

"You are late," I repeat.

"Hey, listen. I know I'm late," you reply, your voice rising in annoyance, "It couldn't be helped. I told you – all that fucking traffic."

"It wasn't the traffic," I respond, "I know what you've been doing."

"Woah...Hold on a sec. What the hell are you talking about?" You exclaim, rising to your feet. 

My tone is unwavering, "I know." I watch a chill pass through your body. A visible shudder not created from the snow blanketing the outside.

"Listen...I...it's just...I...well, when you..." You are at a loss for words. I can see that you thought you had been so clever. How easy it must have seemed to you to have an affair with that slut from your office. You could see her during lunch times, stay a couple of minutes later after work...I wouldn't possibly be able to find out. You had counted on that. 

It had felt like such an easy way to rebel from the way I dominated you. Not that you didn't want to be dominated. No, in fact, you had begged for it. You yearned for such a cruel and unrelenting mistress. But, when you finally got what you desired, you felt emasculated. And so, to prove that you were still a man, you began an affair with that easy tramp. She was more than willing to spread her legs for you, and more than willing for you to have control. 

Your complete lack of eloquence at stumbling out a response failed. My steadfast glare causes you to give up trying to speak at all. Silence permeates the air for a full minute as you wait for me to say what I'm going to say. 

"I'm sure that you have spent many years with women you can fuck over. Girls who are going to take crap like this from you for whatever reason. Little sluts who don't care who else you fuck as long as you fuck them as well..." I pause as I watch your eyes dart from mine to the floor, ashamed of yourself.

I continue, enjoying your discomfort, "Well, that isn't the way things work anymore. Not since you decided to be with me. Not since you promised to obey me and be mine. You don't get to fuck around with any whore. In fact, you don't get to fuck unless I say you can."

You start to interject, and I cut you off, "No. Don't speak. I didn't fucking tell you I wanted to hear any bullshit that came out of your mouth. I'm not sure why you thought that you could do whatever you wanted. Perhaps I simply didn't train you well enough. Perhaps I didn't make myself clear to you. But, honestly, I don't care the reason. I am through with you. I don't waste my time with a pitiful excuse for a man like you."

You are panic stricken. Never had you thought that I would reject you and tell you to leave. You drop from where you are standing to your knees. You lower your head downwards, not daring to look at my frosty glaze.

"Please, Mistress," you beg, "I made a mistake. A horrible mistake..."

"I have no use for those who are disloyal to me," I state with a calm coldness in my voice. 

"Don't do this to me, Mistress, please. I...I didn't mean for this to happen." You are awash in desperation. You raise your head slightly, your eyes trying to search my face, assess if there is any hope left for you.

And that is when you feel the sting of my hand across your face, and you hear me laugh, "Didn't mean for this to happen? Hah...I will suppose next you will tell me it was an accident that your cock ended up inside that dirty twat. Don't insult me with such lies."

"Mistress...I...I don't know what to say," You take a deep breath of air, and let it out slowly, "I was a fool. I was a fool to think that I needed anyone else but you...But, now...Now, I know that I was wrong. It was my stupid pride. And I know there is no excuse for what I have done...But, please, Mistress, find it in your heart to forgive me." I study your face. The misery and the dejection you feel have contorted it. "Why should I give you another chance?"

"Mistress, the truth is...Well, I don't deserve another chance. I do not deserve your wonderful, loving attention. I do not deserve you, Mistress. But, I do wish to serve you. I do wish to be yours forever, to do what you will with. Please, do not leave me." You look up at my face again, and continue to plead silently with your eyes.

"Unfortunately, I am not made of stone," I sigh, "And although you are correct that you do not deserve me...Perhaps...Yes, perhaps I shall give you another chance." You are clearly elated, and don't think before rising to your feet and wrapping me tightly in an embrace.

Pushing you backwards, my voice is stern, "Stop. Not so quickly. You need to make up for what you have done." You do your best to nod meekly, but I can tell you are still overcome by joy that you have been allowed to stay. 

"Tonight," I continue, "We are not going to need to use restraints of any kind. You are going to obey me perfectly. If you do not, then I know you were not actually serious about what you said. I will know that you'd prefer to fuck that whore from your office. Understand?"

"Yes, mistress," you say soberly. You know that you don't want to mess this up.

"You may start by undressing," I whisper, my tone switching from icy to seductive. You immediately obey, shedding all of your clothing, and leaving it in a messy pile upon the floor. 

"No!" I exclaim, "Pick up your things and fold them nicely." You let out a small groan of annoyance. I ignore it for the moment, and let you continue your task. Once things have been returned to order, I motion you to come over close to me. Dropping to my knees, I touch my tongue to your cock for a brief instant, before spitting upon the floor.

"I knew it. Her fucking pussy juices are all over your cock. I can taste them," I hiss and immediately you flush crimson. "I'm not going to let you touch me while you still have her filthy smell on you. Go get me a glass of water so I can get rid of this horrid taste in my mouth, and then go start the shower."

You return with a cup full of water and hand it to me, then leave to start the shower. As I slowly sip the water, I wonder about you, about us. I wonder if I really have the courage to tell you to leave if I find out this happens again. I doubt you know how much this hurt me, to find out that you were sleeping with someone else. But, I know I will make you pay. I will make you hurt...slowly, for many days. It will be a physical pain, a sexual pain...but maybe; then, you will understand what its like to hurt. Sipping my water, I begin to come up with plans for other nights. But, tonight, tonight I already know what it is going to happen. Tonight has been planned ever since I found out that you were with that other woman.

You return, telling me that the shower is on and warm. I nod and follow you into the bathroom. The shower stall is made of a slightly distorted glass, allowing for a fuzzy few of the person inside. The mirrors that line two of the four walls of the bathroom create the illusion of many hazy naked bodies. Steam brushes past us, eager to escape, as we enter the bathroom. The tile feels cold underneath our feet. It's the same coldness we each feel every morning as we brush our teeth, but somehow, this cold is different. It permeates both of us, and I notice that you shiver the same time that I do. 

I clear my throat and utter, "Get in the shower." 

You unquestioningly obey, and hold the shower door open for me; waiting for me to undress and join you.

"Shut the door," I whisper. 

Confused, you open your mouth to speak. "Shut the door," I repeat, louder. You shut the door softly, as I murmur to you to begin washing. I stand silently, watching your misty indistinct body. You bathe hurriedly, as you steal glances over towards me. As you peek, nervously, I catch your gaze. Holding your eyes with mine, words drip out of my mouth like venom, "Do no forget to wash your filthy fucking penis." You flush, and begin scrubbing your cock. When I tell you to exit the shower, I notice that your genitals are slightly enflamed from the rough cleaning you gave it. I smile, realizing that you are starting to punish yourself for me, without me even asking.

You stand in front of me, eyes downcast, shivering, clean, and naked. Your penis, despite the coldness of the bathroom tile now that you have stepped out of the shower, has started to rise. I know the humiliation and shame you are feeling is what is turning you on. I allow you to stay like that, quiet, unmoving, and cold. I watch as your hardness increases. It is when you begin to squirm that I order you to lay down on those cold hard tiles. 

Your facial expressions show obvious displeasure, but my goal is not for you to enjoy this. However, I am quite certain that I do deserve some gratification. From underneath the skirt I am wearing, I pull down and slip off my panties. I leave the rest of my clothing on, not believing that you deserve to see my nakedness. Observing your continually stiffening erection, I laugh slightly. 

You see, your penis is misinformed. You are not going to penetrate me. In fact, it will probably be quite some time before you are worthy enough to be allowed inside of me. No, your penis should get quite used to being ignored. On the other hand, I think, as I place one leg on either side of your body, my pussy will become quite accustomed to being pleasured frequently.

I kneel, with my legs spread apart and your head in between. For you, the view must be quite dark, as my skirt covers any chance you have of seeing. My pussy is not touching you, but it is close of enough to your face that when you inhale, my scent enters into you. 

You begin to say something about how you love my smell, when I snap. "Shut the fuck up! I did not fucking tell you that I wanted to hear any goddamn compliments. I'm sure you told that fucking whore that she smelt good too. Now, why don't you lick my cunt like how you licked hers? Do it." I lower myself downward, my sex pressed against your face. "Fucking lick my cunt like how you licked that whore's cunt." Your tongue timidly flicks outward. "Harder. What use are you to me if you can't suck on my pussy?"  

I'm angry. The images of you having sex with that slut are running through my mind. I can picture how it all went down. I can picture you seducing her, you touching her pussy, playing with it, making it gush. You must have licked up her spilled wetness, pushing her to another orgasm. And then, you entered her. You made your cock filthy and dirty by covering it in that whore's cum. 

You are licking hard by this point; your tongue continually thrusting up against my clit. Your breathing is heavy against me; there is little air underneath my skirt. My moans start, and my thinking stops. I try to grip at my anger, keep it with me, but it is difficult when my body is overcome by such wonderful sensations. I forget about her. I forget about you. I just use your face and tongue like a toy. I begin to rock on you, moving my hips back and forth, rhythmically. 

All thoughts are gone, and I am vessel; a vessel that you are filling with more and more pleasure. And then, I reach my limit. And like a vessel that is crammed full, and still being stuffed with more, I explode. My body can no longer handle so much pressure, and so it must release some. I shudder and scream. Every muscle in my body tenses. Like any such a tremendous burst, it took a long time in coming, and is finished too rapidly. As I collapse, I feel your muffled attempts to speak. 

I find the energy to climb off of you. And once released, your breath comes ragged. You had not had enough oxygen for a while, now, and so I give you a minute to recover. When you recover, you smile at me, expectantly. In your mind, you have suffered, and you have given me pleasure. You believe we should be equal. 

We are far from equal.

That is only the beginning. 

You still need to pay for what you have done to me. 

And I will enjoy watching you suffer.



Consequences



I quite enjoyed the new Carole during our trip to the Algarve. Since my retirement I have to admit I had rather neglected her in favour of my golf and golfing buddies and our sex life had rather dwindles away. The new slimmer toned Carole rekindled my interest and the much more aggressively sexually confident Carole nearly blew my mind. The thought of my previously quite conservative wife 'putting out' for not only one young guy but a couple of groups of them was a real turn on as was her decision to bring her big ripe ass 'into play'. 

We had some torrid sex sessions on the back of our adventures in the Algarve, our walking holiday and a few nights out in a strange part of town with her dressed to leave very little to the imagination. But gradually our sex drive started to diverge again with her having a taste of a lot of young cock wanting more and more cock and me getting quite exhausted by it and seeking refuge in the golf club.

Quite honestly I was quite relieved when I suspected and had it confirmed that she was having a fling with her personal trainer. It miffed me a bit that I had to hear it from her friend but thought it wasn't too bad as he has to be discreet in his job if he is playing with the clients. I also knew that as he is a ladies man it would eventually run out of steam. In some ways it suited all round she was getting cock, and the thought of the muscle bound stud riding her was a bit of a turn on and so I too stepped up my riding of her to a couple of times per week and to my shame to 'reclaim' her after I knew she had been with him.

In fact I rather facilitated the affair in when she said she was 'going out with the girls' and might stay over with one or other I said I would have dinner at the club so she could get ready without having to sneak about. For about three or four weeks it worked all round and he was obviously working her hard as she often came home almost literally 'shagged out' and with bruises on her breasts and butt. And a few times she stayed out not one but two nights. Her tops got lower and lower cut and her skirts shorter and shorter and she was out at least three nights a week but she looked great, she was happy and we had good no pressure sex when she was at home.. It obviously suited both her and me. She was getting her sexual kicks and all the attention she needed and I was able to enjoy my golf.

However I thought she was just discreetly seeing Dave, her instructor, and it stunned me when a neighbour casually dropped into conversation that he didn't know that Carole and I had developed an interest in soccer. When I asked why he said he had seen her dropped off a couple of times in a flash car by a well known soccer player and his mates. I mumbled something about her doing some PR work for the club and he smiled and said 'Oh that explains why she was wearing such a short skirt '. And he went on jokingly ' we thought she was having an affair and we would read about it in the Sunday papers -- you know what these black footballers are like!' 

That night I confronted her about it and she admitted that she had been having an affair with Dave for about five weeks and initially thought she had fallen for him. But early on he had taken her to a footballers' party and she had met some of the guys and had seen them three or four times. When I asked 'with Dave or without Dave', it rather stunned me when she said 'both'. I was stunned to hear that she was not only seeing Dave at the health club for training and sex but had also partied with a couple of the footballers and their mates a few times. When I asked where she mentioned three well known hotels. The first time it had happened Dave had taken her to a party and it had been quite wild and she ended the first night with the black footballer and his brother before spending the next day and night with them. 'Bill' the black footballer had later taken her to another party where she had ended up overnight with him and another team member and more recently she had partied with 'Bill' , his brother and another friend. It must have been them that the neighbour had seen dropping her off. 

The thought of my wife being taken by combinations of black and white guys was a real turn on -- especially the thought of letting the black footballer bugger her - but my arousal was tempered by how indiscreet she had been around guys who were always in the press. After giving her a good shagging I made her promise that she would break off with Dave and stop playing away with the footballers. I have to say I watched the football on telly a bit more to see the guy who had been balling my wife.

She did promise but obviously retained the hunger for cock and instead of night time forays turned to daytime ones. Just over five weeks ago she was shopping in Edinbugh and let a young student pick her up in Starbucks in Princess Street. He was fucking her 4 or five times a week when I was golfing - initially at his flat but then when he moved into another house she had brought him home. I only realised about this when a neighbour told me it was nice to see an Aunt and her nephew so close and that my nephew was a lovely guy! This and the previous sightings started to circulate around the club and the neighbourhood and she was developing quite a reputation. We both found it embarrassing and were really concerned our kids would hear about it.

Once again we had a serious heart to heart and we also decided to see if we could get her a 'fuck buddy' to keep her occupied, and I might sometimes join her and him, but who lived far enough away from us to be discreet- we need volunteers!



Consequences, Abigail



[Consequence: the results of an action, belief or circumstance. Some are intended, and some are unintended. This is a story about both kinds. There is sex in this story. Loving, delightful joining. The story could have been placed in Erotic Couplings, Mature or Romance. I flipped a coin and it came up Romance. Your comments and votes are encouraged. In my experience less that 3% of the people who read stories vote and less than 10% of those who vote leave a comment. Be a leader, do both. Thanks.]

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Sitting in Dinah's having dinner alone again, I watched the news on TV. From six to seven Dinah had the TV on, just for the news. Most of what they considered news I considered a waste of time and lip gloss, but the weather report interested me.

A big storm was headed our way and would leave about six inches of rain or snow. The man on TV said we could expect the storm to arrive in the mountains by about nine and last three days. Temps would get down into the thirties at night and maybe as high as forty during the day. 

My cabin is half an hour out of town so I saw no reason to hurry. I had two hours or so before the storm. I decided to go to the market and get a few things to make waiting out the storm easier. A couple steaks, some fresh veggies, a six pack, and maybe even a DVD.

I paid Dinah for my dinner and she called me by the same nickname she'd called me for the last ten years, "Cowboy." My favorite clothes were jeans, Wrangler shirt and boots. She knew my name. She knew where I lived and had spent quite a few nights there over the last ten years. The first time she called me Cowboy I thought it was a slight. Within an hour she proved to me it wasn't. It was a term of endearment. 

As I turned to leave the door opened and a young woman entered. She was tall, and in the heels she was wearing we were almost eye to eye. Dark auburn hair cut short and curly, in a very dark blue sheath dress that shimmered in the light, hose that looked like they might have glitter imbedded in them. A single diamond pendant necklace drew my eyes into the cleavage where the diamond rode. 

I smiled and tipped my hat and she looked offended. I held the door while she passed. "Evening, Ma'am." I said.

She kept walking and did not respond. I walked out. Her car was parked outside. She wasn't from around our town. No one here owned a convertible. The top was down and the car looked new. Fancy wheels, leather seats and very shiny.

I wondered briefly how it would look after it was rained on. Inside the market I loaded up on storm supplies. Not the real emergency supplies, those were in my cabin all the time. As I got into my four-wheel drive truck I saw the sky was getting darker. The weather guy was pretty good this time.

It was eight when I got home and the rain was just starting to come down. I parked my truck with the front wheels up on a little rise in front of my cabin. I had built that little rise so rain would run out the back of the bed and not just sit there. I don't know how well it worked, it just made me feel better prepared.

By eight-thirty the rain had become hard and noisy. Thunder shook the cabin and lightning lit up the night sky fairly often. I went out on my front porch and sat in my rocking chair to watch the storm.

From the highway my cabin was half a mile. The first quarter mile was paved, the rest was gravel. There were two turns in the road. My cabin wasn't visible from the highway and the trees and scrub dampened the road noise enough that I never heard trucks or cars as they went by. In the storm there could have been a wreak and I wouldn't have heard a thing.

In a flash of lightning I saw three deer moving up slope. In the next flash they were gone. Thinking I would appreciate a fire in a little while I went inside and built one in my big metal wood stove. When I was sure it would keep burning I went back outside.

There is a porch light on my cabin. I've had in on a few times in ten years. The deer and raccoons don't need it or like it and I don't get many visitors so the bulb will probably last another ten years. I only turn lights on in the rooms where I am. So, since I was sitting out on the porch there were no lights on at all.

I saw the light from car headlights and wondered if Dinah had decided to come get a dose of Cowboy. I knew she loved the sound of rain on my metal roof while snuggled in my bed. The thought brought a smile.

The car turned towards the cabin and stopped. The intensity of the lights dimmed a little. The engine had died. I waited. The lights flickered a few times and the motor didn't start. My jacket, flashlight and umbrella were just inside the door so I got them and headed for Dinah. I kept the umbrella just for women visitors. No man I knew would carry one or use one. 

When the lightning flashed I realized it wasn't Dinah. The car was the convertible from town. I lit the flashlight and tapped on her window. She looked up at me with a terrified face. She had been crying and I had surprised her.

"Want to get in out of the rain?" I asked, through the closed window and door.

"Yes!" She opened the door and got out. She was soaked before she got out. I realized that in the time it took her to get the top up she had gotten drenched. This lady was not having a good day. I held the umbrella over her as a gesture, not because it actually did any good. 

We took three steps away from the car and lightning flashed. She screamed in fear and slipped. She fell on her ass in a puddle and I saw a wave of water flow up into her open skirt. Anything she had kept dry was now wet and muddy.

"Son of a bitch!" She said.

I stuck my hand down to her and lifted her back up. She didn't say thanks. She held on for the rest of the trip. On the porch she stopped and let go. I turned on the porch light and asked, "Would you like to come inside and get dry, Ma'am?"

"No! I'd like to stand here all night dripping wet, muddy and freezing my ass off."

"Suit yourself." I went to my chair and sat back down. Smart ass doesn't work well for me.

In about half a minute she changed her tone and speech. "I'm sorry if I sounded rude. It hasn't been my best day and now it's turning into a nightmare. I would like to go inside and get dry."

"Ok." I got up and opened the door. The lights came on and she stepped inside. She and I were dripping in the rug by the entry door. She started towards the fire and I stopped her.

"You'll drip mud all over a clean floor. Then we'll need to spend hours cleaning the floor. Stay on the rug." I pulled my boots off and my jacket. My shirt followed and then my jeans. She turned away so she wasn't watching. When I was down to dry I walked to the bathroom and got a big towel. I walked back to her and said, "Wrap yourself in this after you get out of your wet clothes. The bathroom is through there. Shower and get clean. I'll see to your clothes."

"You expect me to strip down right here?"

"That or stay wet, muddy and cold. Your choice."

I sat on the couch facing the fire. After a short pause I heard her moving and heard a zipper being pulled. A few more seconds and I heard her bare feet moving quickly to the bathroom. When the door closed I went to the small pile of clothes on the rug. The dress, thigh-high nylons and shoes were all she left. Either she hadn't been wearing panties and a bra or she still had them with her.

I dressed in jeans and t-shirt. I rinsed the dress in water to get the mud off and hung it on a hanger over the kitchen sink. It would dry there before morning. The nylons I hung on another hanger after I rinsed them. 

She took a long shower. I needed to drain my radiator so I stepped out on the porch and did so. As I closed the door when I came back in, she came out of the bathroom. She was in my robe. It looked good on her.

"My name is Pete."

"I'm Abigail. Abigail Melissa Kensington."

"Would you please sit down?" I pointed at the couch. She sat, wrapping the robe around her.

"Do you have other clothes in the car? That dress won't dry for hours."

"No. I wasn't coming for a visit. I was headed for Lake Arrowhead and got lost. I'm supposed to be at a party." The frustration she felt was evident in her voice. It wasn't that she blamed me for any of her bad day. I was just handy.

"You're sixty miles from Arrowhead."

"I know that now! The woman at the diner told me how to get there but in the rain I made a wrong turn and ended up here."

"Now that you are here, you have decisions to make."

"Oh?"

"You can choose to stay here with me or you can get back in your car and wait out the storm there. Staying with me gives you the opportunity to make another choice. You can rent my bedroom and sleep there by yourself or we can share the bed. If you choose sharing the bed you get to make another choice, with sex or without."

"I don't even know you!"

"Easy Ma'am. Let me finish before you start choosing. If you stay here in the cabin until the storm ends the rent is five hundred dollars, cash. You stay dry, warm and fed. If you go to your car you will likely be there for three days. If you rent my bedroom, alone, it will be another five hundred. That's for the duration of the storm. If you share the bed with me it's a reduction of two hundred fifty from the rent. If you have sex with me the rent stays just as I said and I pay you two hundred per ejaculation. Now, think it over and let me know what you decide." 

"That's outrageous! This cabin isn't worth five hundred dollars."

"That wasn't five hundred a night. It's five hundred for the duration of the storm and it includes food. Say the storm lasts three days, which is what the weather guy said on the news. That's one-seventy a night. For another one-seventy a night you can sleep in my bed. The nearest motel is eight miles away, back down the road you came in on. A long walk in this weather, but it's your choice. If you choose to have sex with me I give you two hundred every time I ejaculate. In three days you could make money on the deal. These are your choices."

At that moment lightning slammed into the ground pretty close to the cabin. The ground shook, the sound was deafening and Abigail screamed. Seconds later the smell of burnt air reached us.

"Ok. I'll stay here with you. I'll sleep on the couch. You can keep your bedroom." She spoke as if speaking to a servant who suddenly had some power and she had a bad taste in her mouth from even saying the words. I didn't speak. I did go to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. She had left the bathroom a mess. My brush wasn't in the place where it stays, the shower glass had not been wiped down, the shampoo bottle was sitting with the cap off. I opened the door and said, "Abigail, I do not know where you were trained but this is unacceptable. I let you use my bathroom and you made a mess. You will clean it and you will clean it now!"

"I did not make a mess." She came to the bathroom and I pointed out what she had done.

"This is my home. If you use my things you will restore them to how and where they were before your intrusion. Do it now, please." I went back and sat by the fire. A minute or so later she came and sat at the other end of the couch.

"I did it." She glared at me as she spoke.

"Thank you."

Another flash of lightning and another scream. "Why are you so mean to me?"

"You have been rude towards me since we met. I have treated you with kindness and concern. How should I treat you?"

"I have not been rude."

"When I first saw you I tipped my hat and said, "Evening Ma'am." You didn't say or respond in any way. In my world that's rude."

"When was that? I don't remember ever seeing you until you were standing outside my car."

"When you walked into Dinah's. I was on my way out. Then when I asked you if you wanted to come in and get dry you responded with sarcasm. That's rude. You disrespected my home by attempting to walk on my clean floors dripping water and mud. That's rude. Just how should I treat you?"

"You have no idea who I am, do you?"

"Yes. I know exactly who you are. You are a scared, stranded woman in my home, wearing my robe and whoever you were six hours ago doesn't matter at all. You could have a thirty room mansion somewhere, ten servants, eight cars and millions of dollars in the bank. None of that helps you a damn bit. And, I'm getting tired of you. Do you even have the five hundred dollars you agreed to pay me?"

"It's in my purse."

"And where is your purse?"

"In my car!"

"You have five hundred, in cash?"

"Not in cash. A credit card."

"I said cash. I don't take credit cards. Now, how much do you have, in cash?"

"Maybe a hundred dollars."

"Ok. You can stay until morning. I'll go get your purse and how ever much money you have is how long you can stay. Seven bucks an hour works out to five hundred for three days."

"God! You'll toss me out when I'm broke?"

"You made an agreement with me you knew you couldn't keep. That makes you a crook. I should take my robe back and toss your bare ass out in the rain."

"I can pay! I just need to get to town and get a cash advance."

"And you would expect me to drive you there? Or trust you to come back if I just let you go?"

"I would come back. I said I would."

"I don't believe you. I pointed out how you have been rude and disrespectful. Did you apologize? No. I've had enough. I'm going to your can and get your money. Then I'll know exactly how long I have to put up with your snotty ass. Then I'm going to bed."

I pulled off my jeans and t-shirt then my shorts. Going out and back to her car naked would only get my skin wet. I'd be dry within a minute after I was back in the house. She just stared at me. I left the front door open. The rain was softer and cold enough I knew it would be snow soon. Her purse was on the passenger seat. I brought it back with me.

I stamped my feet on the rug and shook enough that I stopped dripping. I got a towel and dried off. Then I stood near the stove and handed her the purse. "Open it and see how much cash you have."

"Are you going to stand there naked?"

"Until I'm dry, yes. Haven't you ever seen a naked man before?"

"I have!" She opened the purse and pulled out the wallet from inside. I saw her drivers license, insurance card and two credit cards inside. She opened the area where most people carry cash and there were two twenty dollar bills.

She looked up at me and said, "I have forty dollars."

"That's good for six hours. You've been here two. You'd best get some sleep. Once you get back in your car you'd best not sleep. It will be cold enough you'll freeze if you sleep." My hand took the forty dollars and I went over to my jeans and deposited the money in the pocket. With my clothes in my arms I walked to my bedroom and went in. I set my alarm for three and a half hours later, a little after two in the morning. Within seconds after I was in the bed I was asleep.

The alarm woke me and I reluctantly got up. I dressed. When I entered the main room of my cabin she was curled up on the couch with a towel over my robe and the fire was only embers. She was not asleep. She looked up at me and said, "I don't want to go out there. Getting back in that flimsy dress won't keep me warm at all."

"So?"

"So, can't I do something so I can stay?"

"Yes. The rent for staying here and in my bed is a thousand dollars for the duration of the storm. You're short nine-hundred-sixty dollars. I promised you two hundred fifty dollars for every ejaculation I have. Two hundred fifty dollars buys you thirty-five hours."

"Ok. I'll do it."

The stove door opened and I tossed in some more wood. It caught and warmth radiated from the stove again. My hand extended to Abigail and she took it. I helped her stand and I took the robe off her. She may have a bad attitude and a mouth to match but her body was delightful. She had no tan lines, just smooth pale skin. No scars or marks of damage from falls as a child or surgery. Her breasts were maybe B cup sized and gravity had, so far, had little effect on their perkiness. The nipples were hard and pointed towards me, looking slightly swollen. Her belly was mostly flat and evidenced that she had spent many hours in a gym making sure she was looking good.

At the base of her belly she was hairless. Shaved or lazered or waxed I didn't know or care. A tiny gold ring showed right where her clitoral hood could be found. My eyes wandered back up to hers and I said, "On the floor or in the bed, your choice."

"The bed."

My hand grasped hers and I led her to the bedroom. We left the door open so the heat would come in with us. I pushed her onto the bed. Her hands found my growing interest and started working my flesh. 

"Stop, please. Have you ever sucked a man to completion? Swallowed his load?"

"No. I've sucked a man but never let him cum in my mouth." She was still holding my cock in her hands.

"You can suck me if that is your choice, but you cannot let any of my juices escape. You must swallow it all. When I ejaculate it will be inside your body, mouth, pussy or ass. You choose and you offer it to me."

"I get it. If I offer it to you it can't be rape. I can be a prostitute because I'm doing it for money but it can't be rape because I choose it and you gave me the freedom to do something else."

"Choose?"

"Fuck me."

"Where?"

"In my pussy."

"When was the last time someone fucked you there?"

"Five weeks ago, in Vancouver."

"Did he use a rubber?"

"I've never gone bareback in my life!"

"You'll never say that again. Now, spread your legs."

She did as I asked and was surprised when I dropped onto the bed with my face at her open pussy. I licked her from the bottom of her vagina to the little gold ring and she moaned. "Oh Jesus! Are you going to eat me?"

"Until you cry for mercy."

My tongue stroked along her lips, probed into her, teased her and lapped up the juices she made in response. At first she held on to the sheets with her hands but as she got closer and closer to her orgasm she held my head and her wide open legs closed a bit, holding a grip on my head.

When I felt her starting to quiver and her muscles tensed a little I pulled back and moved into a kneeling position between her legs. I pushed my cock into her and sank slowly into her until I was all the way in.

"Oh! That feels so good."

My hips pulled back until my cock was just barely touching her entrance. "What do you want Abi?"

"I want you to fuck me!"

Slowly I filled her again and again. Ten long slow strokes and then I pulled out. Her eyes opened wide and before she spoke I dropped again with my face in her cunt. This time I sucked on the ring and let her have the orgasm I had postponed before. She screamed and shook! Her back arched and her hand threatened to pull my gray hairs out. 

As she calmed a little I knelt again and slid into her. Her eyes opened and I shifted until I was sure I was hitting her clit at the bottom of each stroke.

"Oh Jesus! I'm going to cum again!"

"Oh! Oh! That's so good!"

My hands helped her turn over and I entered her doggy style. Long slow strokes while my hands held her tits and pinched her areola and nipples.

"Don't stop! That's so deep. Fill me up, Cowboy! Ride me home!"

Where did that come from? I kept stroking into her and she thrust back against my every thrust. Again I changed our positions and she was on her side with me straddling her leg and holding the other leg high. I felt a ridge within her and it rubbed against the most sensitive part of my cock and I knew I wouldn't last more that a few more strokes.

Faster and deeper until my body stiffened and I bellowed. Shot after shot of my seed went into her. We slowly uncoupled and she went to the bathroom. When she came back she brought a wash cloth and cleaned me up. She tucked another wash cloth in her crotch and snuggled against me.




Consequences, Abigail



I covered us and we slept. When we woke it was daytime but still dark outside. The rain had turned to snow and the world around us was white. I made breakfast after stoking the fire and Abigail put my robe back on. I wore a pair of shorts.

When breakfast was ready she joined me at the table and ate like she had never eaten before. Toast, butter and jam, an omelet with chunks of ham, bell pepper, green onions, mushrooms and cheese in it and hot strong coffee with just a little chicory in it. All of it disappeared into her. She didn't ask for one of those flavored additives for the coffee.

After she ate she wandered around the cabin a little. She looked over the book shelves and picked a book called "Consequences: Intended and Unintended" By Nick Peterson. She thumbed into the book and read a page. 

"Have you read this?" She asked.

"Yes. A few times."

"Something about it has me interested. Can I sit and read?"

"Sit by the window. The light is best there." I moved the rocker near the window and she sat. She resumed reading from somewhere near a third of the way through the book. I went to my computer and went back to work. The file I opened was titled, "The Process of Choosing."

Two hours passed and I needed to move around. My legs start to ache if I sit for two hours or more. I pulled on boots and headed out the door. The snow was still falling slowly and silently. I walked the gravel road out past Abigail's car to where the pavement started and then came back. She was standing at the window watching me walk. 

On the porch I stamped most of the snow off my boots and then opened the door. I put my boots on the spot where they would dry and went to the kitchen. One more cup of coffee and I was back at my computer.

"This book feels new. Every time I turn a page it's like no one ever turned it before."

"I have never opened that copy of the book. I have others."

She came to where I was sitting. "Why would you have multiple copies of a book?"

"Because the publisher sent me a dozen. I gave one to the high school, one to the city library and put that one on my book shelf. If you like it, you can have that copy."

"I do like it. It's technical and yet I can understand the concepts easily."

"Maybe you're just smart."

Her head shook. "I don't think so. If I was smart I wouldn't have been lost yesterday. I wouldn't have been driving a convertible in the rain or have gotten stuck."

"Ok. You win. A teacher friend of mine used to say anytime you argue for your limitations you get to keep them. You want a list of limitations, their yours."

She sat down on a nearby chair, forgetting that she was nearly naked. When she sat I was treated to a view of her smooth pussy. 

"You aren't who you pretend to be, are you?"

"You mean I'm not who my license says I am?"

"No. The name is probably yours, but you show up looking like a cowboy. You walk like John Wayne when he was about fifty. You wear a silver belt buckle and boots. There's probably a horse somewhere nearby. But, you aren't just a cowboy."

"Or, maybe cowboys are a lot more thinkers than lots of folks give them credit for being."

"Touché."

"In the city where you live, how much time do you sit and think?"

"Not much. If I'm at work I'm interacting with clients or co-workers. Working on a project or scheduling some meeting. Why?"

"Riding herd has a man sitting for many hours a day taking care of the herd. Sometimes he's busy and a lot of the time he's waiting for something to demand his attention. During that time he thinks. Some cowboys think of women, some think of beer and some think about getting and staying warm."

"And you?"

"I spent lots of time thinking about the world I want to live in. I thought about why people keep doing things that don't serve them or anyone else. I thought about how I wanted to live the rest of my life."

"Do you live in the world as you want it to be?"

"I'm doing what I can to have that world evolve into being. The book I just gave you is one way."

"Giving me a book helps change the world?"

"If you read it you may choose to make some changes to your life. You may even give a copy of the book to someone as a gift. They may read it and they may make some changes. Poco a poco changes happen."

"You are a strange man."

"Thank you. You are a smart and beautiful woman. In the not too distant future I'm going to want some food. I'll prepare us some lunch and I'd like your input about what you'd like. Feel free to look around the kitchen and let me know what you'd like."

I went back to working at the computer. Abigail went to the kitchen and looked around. The next time I looked up she was curled up in the rocker by the window, reading. I watched her for quite a few minutes. It looked good, seeing a woman in my robe, reading in my home while flakes of snow fell past the window behind her.

The fire needed some attention so I left the computer and built it back up. Then I went out behind the cabin and brought in three arm loads of fresh wood. Back inside I realized Abigail was curled up in the chair to stay warm. In my bedroom I found a good pair of wool socks and a pair of sweat pants. They would be big on her, but this was warmth not fashion.

"Excuse me. I want you to wear these pants and socks, they'll help keep you warm."

She stood and I helped her put on the sweat pants. The waist was way too big but the length was about right. When she sat back down I put the socks on her.

"I remember my Daddy putting socks on me sometimes. I feel taken care of, warm and comfortable. Thanks."

"That's the first time you've said thanks."

"I'm a bitch sometimes. I'm sorry." She looked up at me and then asked, "When we were in bed earlier, you took care of me first. I expected to be fucked and you took care of me first. I don't understand."

"I have a choice. I can live as a reaction to you, the weather, the calendar or I can live my life as cause. What I wanted was to see your face as you came. What I wanted was to feel you surrender your body to me, snuggle against me and sleep in my arms. The way to that is by taking care of you, first and always."

"Oh."

"Hungry?"

"I could eat."

"Comfort food?"

"I'm not sure what that is but, sure."

I left her to read and went to the kitchen. I made tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. 

We sat at the table and ate, mostly in silence. She picked up our plates and cleaned up when we were done. I thanked her.

"I just noticed something about me. I ate the sandwich you made and the soup. I wanted more. The feeling I had while I ate was like being a girl again. I didn't want that feeling to end, but I made it end."

"Why?"

"I don't want to get fat. I'm careful about what I eat, how often, and why I'm eating. That sandwich was the first sandwich I've eaten in months. Usually I eat salads. I ate the breakfast you made and then spent an hour yelling at myself for eating it. It tasted good but I didn't enjoy it. I was too busy beating myself up for eating it."

"I think lots of people do that. Do something, knowing they will beat themselves for it, both during and after they do it."

"The book says I can stop doing it."

"Beating yourself up or eating the sandwich?"

"Either. Both. I can choose to just enjoy doing what is in front of me to do. Guilt is a waste of focus and energy."

"So, what would you like to do?"

"I would like to take you to bed and for both of us to fall asleep after."

"You want us to go to bed and snuggle?"

"I want another orgasm from being eaten. I want to feel you inside me. I want to hold you and have you hold me. When we went to bed last night I was angry and feeling like you were making me into a whore. I didn't want to enjoy it. When you went down on me I tried not to let you get to me."

"How long did you last?"

"Not long. My brain isn't as strong as my nerve endings. Most all the men I've ever been with wanted me to suck them but thought there was something gross about licking me. You made me believe you were doing me because you wanted to. When I relaxed and let you do me it was incredible!"

"And you've been thinking about doing it again?"

"You know something. I realized it last night. When I was in your arms and falling asleep I realized that how I felt at that moment was just how you wanted me to feel. Loved, safe and warm. When you helped me put on these giant sweat pants and socks I got the feeling again."

She came into my arms and kissed me. We didn't hurry. Over the next while we made our way to bed. There were intermediate stops, to stoke the fire, use the bathroom, shut down the computer and get two steaks out of the freezer to thaw. By the time we made it to the bed we were both naked and she was in control.

She put me in the middle of my bed, on my back and she explored my body with her hands, mouth and skin. Every time I moved to stimulate her she stopped me and made me accept her being the giver. My memory reminded me that she said no one had ever cum in her mouth.

It reminded me of that as she was sucking me and I was getting close to giving her a load in her mouth.

"Abi, I'm getting pretty close. Where do you want it?"

She rolled me over on top of her while still holding my cock in her mouth. My hips thrust into her face and her hands held my ass as we mated that way. Her tongue touched me perfectly and seconds later I filled her mouth with my seed. She swallowed and sucked harder. Long after I was done she held me in her mouth and made appreciative noises.

I rolled to her side and she released me from her mouth. She turned and presented me with her pussy, near enough for either my mouth or hands to play. I licked her.

No hurry. I licked slowly and deeply, then lightly and along the outer edges of her crease.

"You're doing it again! My whole body is on fire!"

I hugged her hips to my face using both arms. I easily reached around her hips enough that had I wanted to I could have held my own elbows. Instead I put one hand on her back and the other wrapped around her hips. She made noises that let me know she was enjoying what I was doing. As I ministered to her she shuddered and quivered in my arms. When she did I slowed my pace slightly, moved from the edges of her vagina with my tongue to stroking her lips, or to making wide tongue strokes that licked every tender tissue I could reach.

She shifted and once again I found myself on my back. She straddled my shoulders and lowered her slipperiness onto my mouth while she held onto the headboard. My hands found her tits and held them.

"Pinch them! Please!"

I squeezed her breasts in my hands and she grasped my hands in hers showing me exactly what she wanted. I held the entire breast in my hand while I pinched the nipple between the side of my hand and my thumb. 

"Yes! Just like that! I can feel it down in my cunt!"

My mouth found the tiny gold ring and tugged on it. Her back arched and she screamed.

"Yes! That's what I wanted! Thank you! Thank you!"

I drank in as much of the wonderful juices she made for me as I could. She tasted so very good.

She moved again and we snuggled together and fell asleep. A little while later she woke and pulled the covers over us. We slept until it was evening and hunger woke me. Hunger and a need to drain my radiator. I started to get up and Abi woke.

"Hurry, Ok? I need to go too."

"You go. I'll step out on the porch and pee there."

"You'll freeze!"

"Not in the one minute it takes to pee."

She dashed into the bathroom and I headed for the front door. It had stopped snowing. It felt like the storm was over. In the morning I'd be able to get her car working and she'd be gone. I felt some sadness and went back inside.

We met back in the bed. She felt like a furnace after being out in the snow for a minute. She was happy to share her warmth. I lay on my back and she draped herself beside and on top of me. Her face was near mine.

"It stopped snowing. In the morning I can get your car working and get you out of here."

She held on a little tighter. "What if I don't want to go?"

"Your life isn't here. Your life is somewhere where people drive convertibles and wear thin sheath dresses and three inch heels."

"I want to come back."

"I'll be here." I leaned and kissed her.

"Five hundred cash for three days?" She smiled when she said it.

"Two hundred per ejaculation?"

"Can we talk about that?"

"The money or the ejaculations?"

"You can cum in me anytime you want. No money. Consider it a gift. I feel more than compensated by how it feels to be with you. I feel like I should be paying you for how good I feel."

"So, if you ever come back, no money. Just a weekend together."

"There is no if. I'll be back."

"There's something you ought to know about me, in case you haven't guessed."

"Let me guess. You wrote the book I've been reading."

I nodded.

"Let me tell you something I lied about earlier. I wasn't on my way to Lake Arrowhead. I was on my way here to meet you. The book I pulled off the shelf I ordered from Amazon last Thursday. I read an article of yours on a blog and it said you lived up here."

"Did your car get stuck?"

"Yes! And the roof wouldn't go up fast enough and I got soaked. I let myself turn into the bitch and almost ruined everything."

"I'm glad you came to visit."

"Forgive me?"

"Promise you won't lie to me again?"

"Yes. I promise."

"Then you're forgiven."

"One more thing. I have clothes in a suitcase in the trunk of my car."

"I like how you've dressed since you arrived."

Her hand found my penis and stroked it slowly until she was holding my engorged cock and I was feeling a desire to fill her. I rolled over on top of her and slid into her as if we had been lovers for many comfortable years.

Her legs wrapped around my hips and she looked into my eyes.

"Sometimes I love the slow, gentle love making and sometimes I want to be taken hard and forcefully. Please take me! I want to feel it hours from now."

My hands brought her legs up by her chest and I slammed into her as hard and fast as my aging body would allow. She urged me on and thrust to meet every thrust I made. When I came inside her I bellowed and she stopped the bellow by kissing me. 

When I pulled out of her she turned and sucked me clean. I sucked all our combined juices from her and then we snuggled again.

"Abi, how old are you?"

"Does it matter?"

"Only if you're under eighteen."

"Thanks. I'm thirty-two."

"I'm sixty."

"I know. Born November eighth."

"When is your birthday?"

'November tenth."

"I'll remember."

After a while we got up, stoked the fire, made and ate dinner then went back to bed. I liked how she felt next to me in the bed. I liked the noises she made when she was asleep. In the morning I watched her sleep for a while and when she woke up she looked at me and smiled. Her rent was paid in full.

She made breakfast and I dressed and got her suitcase from her car. We ate and then I set to the task of getting her car drivable. She showered and dressed. When she was ready she came out the car with her purse and suitcase. The engine was running and it was warming up the inside of her car.

"When can I come back?"

"The first weekend of next month?" 

"I'll be here that Friday evening. I wrote my phone number and email address on a paper. It's on your desk."

"Thank you. I'm going to miss you."

"I'll be back."



Consequences - April



This is another in the Consequence series. I decided to write this based on a story by nici, a story that bothered me considerably. I would urge you to read her 'Something we have to talk about' story if you want to see another side to this scenario. 

Edited by Angel Love. My thanks to her.

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Consider: In most major events, it is the little things that can make or break them. In 1986, the Challenger space shuttle was lost due to a cheap O ring that probably cost less than a few dollars. Because of that, seven lives and hundreds of millions of dollars were lost. 

Consider: It is often mentioned that a blood clot, sometimes so small that it takes a microscope to see it, can kill someone. Blood flow to a critical part of the brain is blocked and a life is lost due to a microscopic chunk of sticky cells. 

Consider: A small patch of black ice on an otherwise dry road can cause the car to go out of control and crash. The wheel twists, control is lost on a sharp curve and death can result. 

The list goes on and on. Some small thing, often not even visible, can destroy a major undertaking. But consider: Can we call a marriage a major undertaking?

I do. I consider my marriage a major undertaking. I've been married for a little over eight years to a beautiful woman named April. We have two wonderful boys, Chris and Charles. Chris is my namesake, Chris jr. Charles is named after my father. We live in a nice home, one with room enough for a growing family. I'm not a college graduate, but I have a good job as a master mechanic. My talents and skills have made us a good living. I work long hours but the money makes it worth it. I've always considered my marriage the high point of my life. I worked hard to provide for my family. I considered it a major undertaking and I took it seriously.

What broke my marriage was a small thing. In my case, it was a small blood vessel in my brain that was too close to another vessel and sometimes, when conditions were just right, the vessel would swell and touch the other. The result was a migraine headache. I had one on that fateful day. Mine was classic in its symptoms: light was painful, sounds were magnified and smells were horrible. It came on me suddenly and without warning. Just a blinding pain that took me by surprise. I knew what it was immediately. The problem was that I didn't have my Imitrex inhaler with me so I had no way to stop or mitigate the pain. The pills I carried weren't as effective as the inhaler and it would take time to reduce the pain to a manageable level. Time I couldn't work anyway.

I staggered in to see my boss and gave him the bad news. He was panicked at my distress and called his secretary in. "Take him home. Hell, it's almost quitting time so he doesn't have to worry about hours. Just punch him out and give me his card. And don't let him drive for God's sake. Go, now!" 

Penny helped me stand up and she and my boss led me carefully out the door and down the hall to the exit. Penny led me outside, helped me lean back against the wall while she went for her car. I couldn't stand the light so I kept my eyes closed and my hands to my temples, pressing as hard as I could to help block the pain. 

Once in the car, l leaned back against the seat and tried to block everything out. The pain was intense and getting worse. I was almost blind, the light causing me to squeeze my eyes tightly closed. The sounds were now just a deep booming in my head and the smell was disgusting causing my stomach to rebel. Since Penny knew where I lived, I didn't have to say or do anything while she drove. It seemed to take forever, but eventually, she stopped the car, went around and opened my door and pulled me out. I went, following where she led. It was all I could do.

Penny got me inside, helped me to the kitchen where I told her to open the refrigerator and get the injector out. She found it, put it in my hand and held me up while I placed it in my nose and pushed the plunger. I inhaled at the same time, taking the aerosol into my lungs and quickly into my bloodstream. I had her guide me into the family room off the kitchen and help me to lay down on the couch. I asked her to close all the blinds and turn off any lights. She did so, waited a few minutes until I told her that I felt the relief beginning already and she left. I thanked her for getting me home and welcomed the silence when she was gone. 

I must have fallen asleep quickly once the pain started to fade because I woke up sometime later to voices. It was very dark in the room so I knew it was later in the day. As I remembered where I was, I noticed immediately that the pain was gone. I felt like I had taken a beating around my neck and shoulders, but that was just the residue of the migraine. I sat slowly up and waited a heartbeat or two to be sure the pain was not just lurking, waiting to get me. It was gone. Thank God!

I sat there in the dark, recognizing the voice of my wife April and her friend Robin from next door. I guess they didn't know I was there since it was dark and the lights were still out. Maybe April just let me sleep, suspecting I might have come home early? But no, my car wasn't in the drive. She probably didn't even suspect I was here. Maybe I would just surprise both of them. I stood, ready to tip toe over to the doorway and then pop out when I began to pay attention to their words.

"Come on April, how was it? Was it as good as before? Give me the details girl."

"It was fantastic. I felt like I was in heaven. He was even better this time than he was before. I swear, I must have climaxed three times before he came. God, it was almost mind blowing. It was the best sex I've ever had."

"Even better than Chris? Better than your husband?"

Hell yes! I love Chris to death but he's never made me feel like that. Never! Of course, I never let him do those things to me either. He'd think I was a real slut if I did."

"But Carl must think you're a slut then."

"Of course, but I'm his slut. And I love it. God, I can't wait until the next time."

"Aren't you afraid of Chris finding out? What would he do? Have you thought about that? You're risking a lot you know."

"Chris will never find out. And even if he did, so what? He won't do anything about it. He's a sweetheart and he would forgive me. He would never divorce me and take a chance on losing his kids. He loves those kids and he knows I would take them away from him in a heartbeat. All I'd need would be a cutthroat lawyer and he'd be toast!"

"This doesn't sound like you April. I've never heard you talk that way about Chris. How could you say you love him when you talk that way? You scare me girl. I think you're making a huge mistake. I really do."

"I love Chris. I really do, but I don't want to stop what I have with Carl either. I want both. I want the sex I get with Carl and the love I get with Chris. I need both and I won't give it up." 

I had heard enough. My migraine was gone but the pain in my heart was worse by far. The pain was so intense that my stomach tightened and my breath left me gasping. I heard a ringing in my ears and my blood was pounding in my head. I was afraid I was going to have a heart attack and held on to the jam of the doorway until I could feel my body begin to return to some degree of normal. I still hadn't let them know I was there, but as my control returned, the anger inside me grew in intensity until I felt ready to explode. I straightened up, raised my head and walked into the kitchen light.

There was a sudden silence when Robin saw me first. She looked up, stopped talking while her eyes widened and her mouth opened into a shocked 'O'. Her hand flew to her mouth and she let out a soft, "Oh my God!" 

April turned to see what she was looking at and saw me standing there. Her face went from satisfied, to surprise, to fear and then to anger. All in a flash. She pushed back her chair and stood, turning to face me. "How much did you hear? Why in the hell were you lurking in there and spying on me?"

I just looked at her without speaking. My eyes shifted to Robin, who immediately rose and said, "I have to go. Pete and I will keep the boys unless you come over to get them. I'll call you later." With that she almost ran out the side door. I watched her go without a word. 

Once she was gone, I looked back at April, considering that this was the woman I had loved without question for the last eight years of my life. Eight years that were the happiest I had ever known. I had expected that we would be together for the rest of our days, but now that expectation was shattered. There would be no forever for us. No growing old together. April had killed that tonight. 

"Where are the boys? What did you do with them while you fucked your lover? Did you take care of them or was it too much fun just to have another man fucking you that you let them alone?" I was now calm and cold. The pain was still there, deep cutting pain. It was going to be a long time before that pain lessened. There would be days and days of pain so intense that it was going to tax all I had. 

April had a look of anger on her face that turned her beauty into an ugly mask. Maybe the mask was the real April. Maybe this was the April I had never seen but who had been inside all along. She lashed back. "The boys are with Carly. Robin and I were out shopping and Pete was sitting for me. I wasn't with anyone else, just Robin."

With this announcement, she felt she had scored a point. The look of anger changed into a look of satisfaction. She finally realized that I had been home all along and asked, "What are you doing home? Where is your car and why were you sitting there in the dark? Were you spying on me? Trying to catch me in something?"

"I came home early with a severe migraine. George had Penny drive me home since I couldn't stand the light. I took my Imitrex and fell asleep. I've been there ever since." I felt a tremor in my stomach and the unmistakable urge to vomit took me. I rose and continued as I started to the bathroom. "Your voices woke me and what I heard made me sick. I need to use the bathroom, so if you'll excuse me." With that I ran to the bathroom and tried to heave my stomach through my mouth. It wasn't successful, but my body certainly tried. 

I sat there on the bathroom floor, my face pressed against the cool porcelain as my body slowly relented. My stomach finally stopped its rebellion and my breathing returned to normal. The sweat dried on my face as the urge dissipated. I sat there for a few more minutes before getting up, splashing some water on my face and using more to rinse my mouth. Once the shaking stopped and I felt under some control, I walked back to the kitchen where April sat, staring out the window. 

"I'm going to get the boys. I'll put them to bed tonight." I walked past her and out the door, going next door to the Anderson's. 

Pete and Robin Anderson were our neighbors and best friends. We spent many an evening on each other's decks talking and sharing drinks. Good friends I thought. I wondered what Pete knew. I had to ask. I walked up the steps to their back door, knocked once and walked in. Robin was sitting in her kitchen with a cup of coffee in front of her talking with her husband. It seems she had told him. He glanced up as I entered with a look of pity on his face. Robin just looked scared. 

"Came to get the boys. Are they ready to go home?" I was already moving past Pete to the family room where I assumed the boys were playing with Carly, their teenaged daughter. I saw them working on a puzzle together with Carly watching over them. She smiled at me as I entered the room and stood. 

"Hi, Mr. Phillips. Did you come to get them?" At my nod, she said, "I'll get their jackets."

I stood watching them, a feeling of sadness overwhelming me. Scenes like this were the casualties of infidelity, I imagined. All the little everyday pleasures that consisted of family were forever changed. Shattered by the inconceivable selfishness of one or the other of the adults. Shattered beyond repair in most cases. This seemed one of those. 

"Thanks Carly. I'll be in the kitchen when they're ready." I walked back to the kitchen where Pete and Robin continued to sit. I looked at Robin and then at Pete.

"Did you both know? Did you know that she was cheating on me? Was it a turn-on knowing what you knew when we were together? Gave you some sort of sick thrill?" I was angry and my words were unnecessarily harsh but I wanted to know. I wanted to know what my dear friends knew. I had to know. Pete looked at Robin, the anger clear on her face, before answering me. 

"I didn't know shit buddy. I swear to you if I had I would have told you right away. I can't believe my wife knew and hid it from me. That was really low. Damn low. You didn't deserve that. I won't apologize for my wife but if you need me, I'm here." Pete was starring at his wife, a look of anger on his face. I believed him. I did. He would have told me if he knew. So, it was Robin and April's secret. 

"Then I have you to thank Robin. Thank you for letting me become a joke, a cuckold, a wimp husband that didn't need to know his wife was fucking another guy. Hope it makes you feel good, knowing what you knew. Thinking of me when she gave you the details." 

I turned when I saw Carly out of the corner of my eye. I quickly put a smile on my face as the boys came out, each with a cookie in his hand. I prayed she hadn't heard my last comments, and from the look on her face, knew she hadn't. I commented on the cookies the boys had as I herded them out the door for home. I followed them out without a look back. That would be the last time Robin would ever be with my boys. I would make that a goal. I didn't know how but I would try.

We entered the house through the back door where the boys ran upstairs to their room to change for dinner. I moved through the empty kitchen and into the family room where April was sitting. She hadn't turned on any lights, sitting in the dark as I had done while I listened to the end of my life. I walked in, turned on the light on the table beside the couch and opened the curtains to allow the dwindling daylight inside. All I succeeded in making was a room filled with shadows, dark corners symbolizing the hidden secrets my loving wife held.

April looked terrible. Her eyes were red, still glazed with tears, her face was pale and drawn, her shoulders hunched. All the anger and belligerence had fled and now she was the frightened woman that I would have expected. It was a little late for this however, and instead of filling me with hope, I was disgusted. Now she was contrite? Now she was frightened? I couldn't accept that much of a change in just ten minutes. No, this was the first salvo in the battle for supremacy. This was the cheating wife that kept secrets and hid her infidelity from me. This face was one of deception and cunning, not regret.

I looked at her and asked the first question that came to mind. "Who is he? What does he have that I don't?"

She just stared at me without answering until I was sure she wasn't going to say anything. I was about to turn to leave when she finally spoke.

"Who he is isn't important and it has nothing to do with you. Chris, I'm so sorry you had to find out this way. I never meant for you to know. I never wanted to hurt you like this. I'm so sorry you heard what I said to Robin. You have to understand. You have to."

"Funny. No: I'm sorry I did it. No: I wish it had never happened. No: It'll never happen again. Just sorry I got caught and you had to find out." I shook my head as I sank into the soft recliner she had bought me for our fifth anniversary. I loved it still but now it was just a chair. 

"Please, you have to let me explain this to you. It doesn't have to be the end of us. We can go on just as before. We can if you'll just try to understand. Will you?" She looked at me with a pleading expression, one I had seen before when she wanted something I disagreed with. Deceiving bitch!

"Can you tell me it's over? Can you promise me you'll never see him again or be with him again. Is it done?" I kept my voice still, my body rigid, my hands holding the arms of my chair, gripping, holding me in control.

April looked at me with her eyes wide open, tears welling up to flow down her cheeks. She didn't answer me. That was enough for me. She wouldn't stop. I heard her words to Robin. She wanted both and she wasn't going to let me get in her way. She wasn't going to give him up. She wanted me to accept. 

"I guess that's your answer. I'll put the boys to bed after dinner and then we can discuss our options. I'll move my things out of the house tomorrow. I guess I'll stay with my brother at his place." 

I rose and walked out of the room and to the kitchen. Funny how the kitchen becomes the place to go when things get really bad. Wonder why? Strange thought to have when your world is falling apart. Stranger thing still to know that your world is falling apart. 

April went about fixing dinner for us while I took the boys down to the playroom and spent an hour or so with them, just enjoying. We were playing with one of their games when April called us for dinner. We trooped upstairs with lots of noise and I pushed the boys toward the bathroom to wash their hands. Routine things. Holding it together for their sakes.

Dinner was a strained meal that night. The boys were their usual boisterous selves, enjoying each other, nothing on their plates, and life in general. Compared to their parents who sat quietly, each in their own private world, thinking about consequences and decisions that had to be made. Ah, the joys of growing up and leaving childhood behind. Why do children always want to grow up? Little do they know. They see the freedom adults have and think it is unrestricted. They see decisions to be made and see no consequences to making them. They see the independence adults have and relate that to a lack of rules. Adults know better. Then again, some don't. Some see freedom as unrestricted, with no consequences for their decisions and no respect for rules. Like April.

After dinner, April did the dishes and the kitchen while I took the boys upstairs to bed. We talked, read a couple of stories and enjoyed each other for an hour until they finally gave up the fight and let me put them down. I walked to the door of their room, dimmed the light and watched them as they pulled the covers up to their necks and prepared to enter that dreamland where possibilities were endless and new discoveries awaited. My eyes burned and my throat closed up with grief as I watched. This too would end.

Downstairs I sat in my chair and tried to find something to hold onto. It seemed that my world was slipping away and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I had loved April with all my heart but I couldn't forget the words I heard as I stood there in the dark listening. Those words, "he's never made me feel like that" and "I'm his slut." No. There was no way back from those words. I felt the love inside me die as I tried to consider all the possibilities. April walked in and sat down.

"We have to talk. I know you're upset but you have to understand. What I have with Carl is just sex and the excitement of something new. I know it will pass quickly but right now, I can't stop seeing him. It is something that has a hold on me and I can't give it up. But it hasn't affected how I feel about you. I love you, not him. He's a distraction nothing more. It will end soon and we can get back to the way we were. You just have to let this happen." 

The words were flowing but I was not able to comprehend what she was saying. I can't give it up? I can't stop seeing him? I have to let this happen? Was she crazy or just deluded? Whatever, this was going to stop. Now!




Consequences - April



"I'm sorry but you're the one that apparently doesn't understand. There is no us. There is no we. There is only you and him. That's all there is now. You and I are done! Finished! Over! There is no discussion and I could never understand. You have to know that after being married to me for the past eight years. You couldn't know me so little as to believe I would accept your affair."

"But Chris. I love you! I do! You are the only man I've ever loved. I don't love Carl. I don't! Please, try to understand. Give me this time. Please, baby. For our marriage and our family, give me this time!"

"Take all the time you want. I'll contact an attorney tomorrow and we'll divide everything evenly. I have no desire to hurt you as you've hurt me. I just want it over." I was emotionally drained now and I just wanted to go to bed and forget for awhile. My headache was a thing of the past, but the ache in my heart was real and I just wanted oblivion for a few hours. But, I wasn't prepared for what followed.

"Damn you then! No divorce! I'll fight you every step of the way and I'll take everything you have. I'll make certain you won't get custody of the boys and I'll restrict your visitation rights every way I can. If you won't allow me this time for myself, it is going to cost you everything and I'll still have Carl. You can't stop me. You know it."

I listened to this harangue and it came to me then that this marriage had been over for some time. This degree of anger and disrespect wasn't sudden. It was planned and well thought out. She never worried about hurting me. If she had, she would never have done this in the first place. She would have ended it before it started. Instead, she had anticipated my finding out and rather than stop her affair, she decided on hurting me as much as possible. There was no love here, only avarice and the desire to humiliate me. 

I watched her as the anger grew in me. I know my face showed her that she had gone too far. Her countenance, twisted by the venom in her words, turned from one of satisfaction to one of fear. My words lashed out then. 

"I only have one thing to say to you April. When you push a rat into a corner, he'll turn on you. He'll fight to the death when you try to take away any chance of escape. You should have remembered that before you pushed me. But now you have and you will pay the price."

"Please Chris. I don't want to do this but I have no choice. I love you and I'll do anything I can to stop you from walking out on us. If you won't try to understand and accept that, I'll fight you. You'll have no choice but to give up and stay with me. I know you. You love me and the boys too much to leave. I know you Chris. You'll stay."

"Goodbye April. Tell the boys I'll see them when I can. I'll just get a few things and then I'll leave. I'll get the rest of my stuff later, when we can arrange a time." I went upstairs and quickly packed a bag with enough to last me for a day or so. Nothing much, just my things from the bathroom and a few pairs of underwear and some jeans and socks. Not much after eight years of marriage. Just bitter memories now. But I did have two wonderful sons and that was all I cared about now. 

I came back down to see April sitting in the kitchen by the door. She was apparently going to give it one more try. "Chris. Please don't do this. I'm begging you. Don't!"

"Tell me you're through with him. You'll never see him again. Just tell me that and maybe we have a chance."

"I can't! I just can't! Please!"

I pushed her aside. I felt the urge to slap her as hard as I could, but I knew the anger inside would not be so easily controlled so I held back. "I'll stop in the evenings after work so the boys won't notice anything right away." I opened the door and left. The door slammed behind me as I threw my bag in the back and climbed into my truck. I backed out of the garage and drove away.

On the way, I pulled out my cell and called Clyde, my brother. He lived about ten miles away in a small subdivision. He lived alone, since his wife ran off with a friend of his two years ago and Clyde had no idea where she was. He didn't much care anymore but he was too lazy to do anything about it. They had never divorced but Clyde didn't let that stop him. He was a real boozer now and was usually out with his guys drinking most nights. He and I had words about that but Clyde wouldn't stop. I had to admit, he was rarely drunk, just buzzed most of the time. I think he was burying the memories. But that was just my opinion. 

He answered, heard me ask him for a place to say and told me to make myself to home. He'd be back sometime later. Not to worry. So, I drove to his place, took the key from under the planter on the porch and went inside. As always, it looked like no one lived there. Clyde was a lot of things but he wasn't a slob. As a matter of fact, he was compulsively neat. He had always been that way. It was a comforting thing to see now. Things were as they always were. It was just my life that was fucked up. I checked the fridge, found a few beers and made myself to home as he suggested. By the time he got back, I was pleasantly buzzed. I had gone to the store for more beer and had consumed half of them. 

When he got home, I just told Clyde that April and I were having a fight and all Clyde said was, "Well, shit bro." I guess that summed it up pretty much. To help me out, he sat down and started to drink the remaining beer just to keep me from getting too far under. I was his brother he told me. Always there for me. 

I woke the next morning with a serious hangover and a raging headache. It was my own fault, drinking that way. Even though I had reason, it was no excuse. I staggered into the bathroom and stood under the shower, letting the cold water shock away the last dregs of the alcohol in my bloodstream. No good staying drunk. I looked for Clyde and found a note saying he was at work and he would report me off. Not surprising since we were scheduled to work that Saturday. Clyde and I worked at the same place, a company that leased and rented heavy construction equipment for most of the large contractors. Customers came from all over the state for their equipment and we were two of the top mechanics. It was our job to keep the rigs running regardless of the problems. It was good money and long hours but it paid for the things that I expected to provide for my family. That was my job: to provide. 

So, I had to work. I knew I had to continue to make the money that April used to maintain that big house she was so proud of. I believed that she saw it as I did, a home for us and security for our family. I had been proud of that; my way to provide, my way to honor and cherish my family. That wasn't the case as she told me last night. April thought of it differently. It was her security all right, but she also saw it as an asset to hold over my head in any divorce. She wanted the house and the money I made but only to buy beautiful clothes for her lover. For trips to Victoria's Secret for lingerie for her lover.

I increased the flow of water to drown out those thoughts. Even though I was late, I had to get out of here and go to work where I could think, plan, decide. Things I couldn't do now. Things that April had already thought about. It was clear from what she said last night that she had planned this in advance, knowing I would be reeling from the shock of her betrayal once I found out. She knew I wouldn't be thinking clearly then so she had it all planned. Hit me with the divorce strategy of taking me for everything. Make it about hurting the kids. Make it my fault if I didn't approve my wife fucking another man. Make me the bad guy. She had stacked the deck alright. Stacked it against me to force me to allow her to fuck another man. She thought she was smart. She had a good thing and she wasn't going to lose it to her jealous husband. 

I dressed and got a box of extra large trash bags. I knew she would be gone this morning, taking the boys to her mother's place. They were planning a birthday party for the boy's fifth birthday. I drove over to the house, and let myself in. I took everything out of my closet and drawers and threw it into several large garbage bags. I got all of the things out of the bathroom that I would need, put that into a small overnight and took that and the bags out to my truck. I heaved everything into the back and then went back into the house. I wasn't going to leave just yet. I was coming home after work and I would spend some time with the children. I had a lot to think about and a lot to decide. One thing was certain: my marriage was over and I would never touch April again. Never again would she be my wife, my lover or my confidant. She was someone else's lover now, not mine. As I thought of that, I couldn't stop the tears that started and I sat there on the floor of what used to be our bedroom and cried. Loss is hard. 

At work, I dove in and worked straight through breaks and lunch hour. I was happy to bury all thought of home and wife and kids under the demands of fuel injectors, drive chains and fuel pumps. I tackled broken drive gears and hydraulic lifts, anything that challenged me. I worked on the toughest jobs without complaint. I was like a man possessed and was still at it ten hours later when Clyde tapped me on the shoulder for a break.

"Hey man. Come on! Jesus! Take a break would you? You're making the rest of us look like lazy bastards." He stood there waiting till I stopped, a dazed look on my face.

"Sorry man. Just working to bury myself in this shit. Don't mean to shame anyone. Sorry." I must have looked as if I was about to burst into tears when Clyde took me by the elbow and led me off the floor and into the break area. Clyde and I had been tight since our father and mother died in a car accident ten years ago. Clyde was the best man at my wedding eight years ago. Clyde was godfather to my boys, Chris jr and Charlie. 

I sat down and stared at the table as Clyde got us both a cup of hot coffee. It wasn't good coffee but it was hot. "OK, talk to me. Tell me the whole story and don't leave anything out. Start talking."

I started talking and didn't stop for the next ten minutes. I told Clyde everything. All the shame, the humiliation, the contempt April showed me and I even told him of the threats she laid out. The ones she had planned to keep me from doing anything to spoil her fuckfest. She was trying to make it impossible for me to do anything to stop her or to get back at her without giving up everything. She had done it willingly and now she wanted me to accept it. I told Clyde of the look on her face as she humiliated me, as she told Robin of the sex and how wonderful it was. The contempt on her face when she threatened me with taking it all away from me. She made it clear that her lover was too important for her to give him up. 

Clyde was shocked. He knew April well, had always thought of her as a good woman and a good mother. Chris had never hinted at any problems between them and he assumed their marriage was strong. Now this. Clyde looked at his brother and saw the pain and the suffering he was feeling. It hurt just to see it. Chris was a good man, a solid father, a great provider and under it all, someone the guys around the garage knew they could always trust to be there for them. He had helped more than his share over the years. Clyde began to become angry. How could she do this to him? What the hell was wrong with her? His anger began to grow as he looked at his brother and best friend, broken and beaten.

"Chris, listen to me. You're not going to take this are you? You have to do something. Let me and the guys help you. This can't stand!" He was looking at me with concern etched on his homely face. Concern for me, I knew.

I looked up with a hopeless expression on my face. "What can I do? She'll take it all if I divorce her. Child support, alimony, the house, the car, everything. You know I would never take anything away from my kids. She's using the kids as a weapon against me. She knows I won't hurt them and probably so does that prick she's fucking. He's a shithead who thinks fucking another man's wife is fine. They've got me by the balls, and April's doing the squeezing."

Clyde shook his head and growled, "Fuck them both. You know I loved April like my own sister but now she's made her bed and she'll have to lie in her own shit. We have to go after them both. The first thing we have to do is find out who he is. That's the easy part. Let me make a couple of calls. Then we can talk."

I just shrugged my shoulders. "OK, but I don't know what you think I can do. She won't tell me anything about him."

"So what? We'll find him and he'll go down just like any one else. And you know you can never take April back don't you? What she did makes that impossible. She'll castrate you if you accept what she's doing. She'll never have any respect for you again. No way man. She's another man's slut now."

I was surprised for a second but then a small smile started. "You're right. She's no longer my loving wife. I learned last night how quickly love can turn to hate. And my hate for her is stronger today than my love for her last night. She took that from me and twisted it into something that is going to come back to hurt her. I told her that."

We talked a while longer, clocked out without any overtime and went to a small bar close to work. Neither of us planned on getting drunk. This was business and plans had to be made. Clyde called a few others in and we sat around a table and plotted. I was amazed at the support I received from these, my friends. They asked no questions, just wanted to know what they could do to help. This was the loyalty I thought I had with my wife, but that was a lie. Together, we plotted and came up with a workable plan.

At 7:00 that evening, I pulled into my drive and went into my house. Funny, I thought as I walked in. It was no longer home, it was just a house. I walked into the kitchen, took my jacket off, and walked into the family room. There I saw April sitting in her chair, watching Chris and Charlie, our five-year-old twins playing a video game. I stood there, locking this picture in my mind forever. It was not going to be this way any longer. 

I looked at April. She had been watching me as I looked at the kids. She had a small smile on her face. A smile I now understood. It showed her contempt for me and her contempt for this whole wholesome scene. It was all a lie. A huge lie, with her as the liar. Now I could see and understand. I returned her look but not the smile. As I turned away, she looked down. 

I walked out to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. I grabbed what looked like left over fried chicken and mashed potatoes and put them in the microwave to reheat. I wasn't hungry but I needed to be doing something. I had planned to talk to the boys just before they went to bed but Clyde had talked me out of it. I had to delay it now but when I spoke to them, it would be the first step in the battle that was beginning with April. I would lose, no doubt, but I would go down fighting.

I sat down with my plate and began to slowly eat. Nothing tasted good but it was necessary to maintain my strength. I needed my wits about me. I had gotten about half way through when April walked in and sat down across from me. I glanced up at her but returned to my plate and continued to eat methodically, chewing slowly. I said nothing. I had nothing to say to her yet.

"Have you calmed down from last night? Can we talk like civilized adults now?"

I looked up at her in surprise. Civilized adults? How about a cheating slut and her cuckolded husband? That was more realistic. Instead of that, I chose to say nothing.

"Aren't you going to talk to me now? Are you going to be childish and give me the silent treatment? I thought better of you than that Chris. We have to think of the children now so you have to remember your place in this house as their father."

"Am I? Am I really their father? Makes me wonder now. Maybe I should verify that with some tests." Nothing more than that. No anger, just a simple statement.

April's face clouded over with anger and she was about to say something when I simply said, "Careful April. The children will hear you if you start to yell. You remember the children? The ones you accused me of forgetting about last night when I got angry? Well, now you have to remember. You have to think about what you have done to their world. You not only fucked another guy, you fucked away this family. Think carefully April."

April stopped, lowered her voice and hissed, "It seems you haven't thought much about what I said last night. I expect you to get over this and get back to normal. Nothing will be different here at home. I still love you and you are my husband. That hasn't changed. Neither you or the children will be deprived of a single thing. I keep my activities private and only when they are in school and not around. You need not lose anything since I am always here for you."

I didn't answer or respond. I simply continued to eat, chewing slowly and methodically. I kept my face bland and unresponsive. My eyes were blank as I looked at her. As I did, I felt nothing inside. Interesting that my words meant nothing but my eyes told her everything. That began to slowly get through to April as she sat there. For the first time, I could see a single shiver of fear go through her. 

"What are you going to do? Are you going to make this difficult for me? I hoped that you loved me enough to let me have this time for myself. I told you last night he hasn't taken anything from you and that I would always be here for you. Why can't you understand that?" April was becoming emotional now while I simply stared at her, slowly chewing my food. 

I finally swallowed and said, "I think you should wait for this discussion until the children are in bed. I listened to you last night while you said your peace. I didn't like it but I listened. Afterwards, I behaved badly and I apologize for that. I should have stayed. I'm sorry for leaving that way, but I will not have this discussion while the children are still up."

April seemed mollified by that and began to smile again. "Thank you for that. I accept your apology. I think you were justified in some of what you said, but you hurt me with your words. I'll take the boys up soon and then we can talk." She walked past me with a hand on my shoulder. I flinched at her touch and she jerked her hand away. I couldn't stop the revulsion I felt from that simple touch. 

I went in to be with the kids and tried to be my normal self. It was hard, knowing it was all going to change. But, I accepted that April's actions had destroyed all of this for me. Maybe I should just be a good cuckold and accept her terms. Wait it out till she was done with the other man. After all, didn't she say she still loved me and wanted to stay married to me? But I knew I couldn't do that. Not now, not ever again.

It was after 9:00 when April came into the family room where I was sitting. She heaved a sigh, lowered herself into her chair and smiled. "Got them down and asleep. They are getting almost too big to put to bed now. They say they go to sleep but I know they turn the light on after I leave to read. They're good boys."

I looked at her and nodded my head in agreement. "They're good kids. It's too bad that this is going to be so hard on them. But, I don't know how to spare them the pain they are going to go through."

"What do you mean? I thought you understood that there is no need to do anything. Just let me have this time for myself and then we can go back to being a family like we were. Just be patient. I told you, it will be over soon. You will have lost nothing. I love you so much and I want to remain as your wife. This is just something that I have to do. Nothing more."




Consequences - April



I looked at this woman who had been my wife for the past eight years. I married her because I couldn't think of my life without her. We had two great kids and a good marriage up until last night. Now, it had all changed and she couldn't understand why I felt it had to. Well, I was not going to go into much tonight but I had to set the record straight.

"April, I listened to you last night. You made your case. You said you love me and want to be my wife. You say he is taking nothing from me. You won't tell me who he is because you say it is none of my business. And you told me what would happen if I tried to divorce you. You made it very clear that you would take everything from me, without remorse you said. You threatened to take everything from me including my boys. You were very clear in that."

April was listening but there was a look of anger on her face. She wasn't pleased with my summation of her words, true as they were. It sounded different coming from me, but she saw the truth in what I said.

"I don't believe that you see it the same way I do Chris. I told you it is totally separate from our marriage but you wouldn't listen. Why can't you believe me when I say I still love you and want our marriage to continue?

"What I heard from you last night April was contempt. Contempt for me and for our marriage. When I got angry, you responded with threats: threats that you had thought through before you spoke to me. Contempt for me, for everything I have done for us over the years. You humiliate me, denigrate me, threaten me, and blame me for not understanding. You knew perfectly well that I would react the way I did. Why do you think you had already decided how to deal with me? Why did you think you had all of the answers ready to lay out for me?"

Now I was becoming angry. Up till now, I had been calm and controlled but it was slowly slipping away. April's angry face was all the encouragement I needed. I concluded, "One thing you forgot last night April when you made your threats and pushed me into a corner you thought I couldn't find a way out of. I told you then and I'll remind you now: Even a rat will fight the cat when he's backed into a corner and has nothing to lose! 

With that comment, I rose and began to walk away. When I reached the door of the kitchen where April sat I stopped. "I'm going to be staying somewhere else at night for awhile. I'll come home after work so the children don't notice anything right away." 

"What do you mean you're staying somewhere else? Why aren't you staying here? We can't work this out if you're gone. Chris! Don't do this! I really do love you and I don't want to lose you. I don't know what I'll do if you leave me. Please, Chris, let's try to work this out. There has to be some way to make this work."

"I'm sorry April. The one thing I do know right now is that I no longer love you. You were successful in your infidelity and you killed any love I had for you last night. That's the only thing I know for sure. I don't know what I'm going to do yet, but I do know that. There is no going back now."

"Chris! What about your vows to love and cherish me. Can you walk away from that? Can you?"

"I also remember your promises to me. You promised on our wedding day to forsake all others, but you didn't. You promised to love only me, but you gave what we shared to him. I provided for you, loved you, honored our marriage vows and gave you all I had. It wasn't enough. You gave what was mine to someone else. You gave it away and destroyed my love in the process. So, yes I can walk away from that. You destroyed it and left it in tatters. I can walk away and I will. Just not yet."

I left and drove to Clyde's place. He agreed to let me stay there as long as I wished. I needed some time to finish what we had started. Soon it would be over and I would begin my new life. For the next few days, I worked and spent time in the evening with my kids but said nothing more to April. She tried several times to talk to me but each time I walked away. On one occasion, she screamed at me but I simply grabbed my keys and left without a word. 

At work, during the break, one of the gang came in to tell Clyde that things were in place, and they should have something within a few days. All we had to do now was wait. Just be patient. 

Nothing changed until the following week. I came home each night to an increasingly nervous April. The kids hadn't seemed to notice anything different but Charlie did ask if I was working a lot more. When I asked him what he meant, he said he only saw his daddy for a short time in the evening. I assured him we would do something that weekend. Charlie seemed to accept that and the small crisis passed. April continued to ask me questions but now I simply ignored her and left as soon as she took the kids upstairs to put them to bed. When she came down, I was gone. 

It was the end of the week when Clyde came into the break room and sat down. He handed me a folder. I looked up questioningly to Clyde but he only shook his head. I opened the folder and read the brief report. It was two sheets of paper with a single name on the top of each page. Carl Cummings. That was his name and he was a junior attorney at Lincoln, Rice and Holmes, Attorneys. He was twenty-four, almost ten years younger than me and he was single. His wife had divorced him over two years before, and he was supposed to have money. He lived in a condo apartment and April had been there twice this week. She arrived early in the afternoon and she stayed for an hour or longer each time. 

So, now I had a name and an address. Now I knew who the man was and something about him. What I didn't know was what April saw in him that she didn't see in me. What he had that was worth throwing away a marriage for. But that was not my problem now. It would have been if she had come to me earlier and told me of the affair. But not as a fact that I was supposed to accept without question. 

"OK, now what? What do I have to do to set this in motion?" 

I looked at Clyde for guidance. Clyde seemed to be the one who was in charge, even though it was me that was the one with the problem. It was fortunate for me that I had friends and a brother like Clyde. It seems that being a good guy and working hard at my job was enough for my real friends and I needed them now more than ever. 

"It's already in motion. The first lesson is due tonight. I'll call you at home when it's done. Just be sure you have your cell with you. Once I call, you can let her know and end this shit."

"OK." 

Knowing it was done brought no satisfaction. This was not the way I wished it could be handled, but April and her lover had forced me into a corner and now I was fighting the only way I could. I wasn't a lawyer, or a doctor or someone smart enough to come up with a sophisticated plan. I was a mechanic. Someone who worked hard with his hands. Someone who did his best for his family the only way he knew how. Hard, honest work. Pride in his ability to provide for those he loved. And I had loved April with all my heart. But my wife wasn't satisfied with that. Well, so be it. My plan was consistent with my world and she would see that very soon.

I went home as usual and sat with my family at dinner like nothing was wrong. April chatted to the kids and I answered when asked a question and actually initiated some discussions. I was nervous but resigned. After dinner I spent time with the kids, actually playing some video game with them and helping them with their homework. Typical husband and father. April finished the dishes and came in to watch. She seemed more relaxed tonight since I seemed to be more like my old self. She was beginning to think it would be OK. 

* * *

As Chris was playing video games with his boys, Carl Cummings was just leaving his office building heading toward his car for the drive to his apartment across town. He was thinking to himself how wild April had been when they met two days ago in his pad. She was hot for him and wanted to fuck his brains out. It was the first time she had agreed to suck him off afterwards, just to get him up again. When he asked her what the occasion was after they had showered, she said her husband had found out. He was shocked but she said not to worry. Strange, he thought. Knowing that her husband knew what she was doing turned her into a real slut. Better sex for him so what did he care. As he passed an alley on the way to the lot where he parked, he felt a shove and he staggered sideways into the alley. As he entered, trying to avoid falling, someone grabbed his arms and pulled. He stumbled down the alley toward the courtyard at the end. He was pushed against the wall of a building and held there by two men, one on each side. He tried to see their faces but they had on black ski masks. Both were big, however and he began to be afraid. He had no money and he didn't wear an expensive watch so what the hell did they want?

A third man stood in front of him also dressed in a ski mask and gloves. He put one huge hand under Carl's chin and lifted his face up. A deep voice asked, "Do you know a woman named April Phillips?"

At the name, Carl suddenly felt a cold chill shoot up his back. Oh Shit. Jesus Christ! Is that what this was about? Her fucking wimp husband? She never told him he was this big. Shit! "No, I don't know anyone by that name." He was shaking but had to try to deny everything.

The big man hit him in the ribs, resulting in a pain so severe he gasped for breath. He saw stars spinning in front of him. The pain was intense and scared him badly. 

"I'll ask you again. Do you know a woman named April Phillips?" Lying was not going to work so Carl stopped.

"Yes. I know her." Please God, let me get out of this alive, he thought.

"You will never see her or talk to her again. Do you understand me?" The big man waited for his answer.

"I hear you." OK, maybe this was just a warning. Ok, he could take that.

"I want to be sure you understand that. My friends and I aren't convinced that a shithead like you who fucks other men's wives is very smart. So, we're going to make sure you do understand." 

With that, he was forced to stand up and away from the wall. As he tried to get his balance, the first blow hit him in the solar plexus and he folded up. He wasn't allowed to fall, however, and the next blow was in the ribs. He felt the snap and knew the rib was broken. The next blow fractured his jaw and the pain almost drove him under. He felt the next few blows but after that, he was blessedly unconscious. They must have continued to pound on him until they finally stopped. They slapped him into consciousness again and told him what they wanted him to remember. They repeated it over and over. He remembered nothing more until he woke up in the emergency room at Memorial Hospital.

His injuries were not life threatening but the hospital admitted him to general care. He was heavily sedated and in some pain but he was not seriously injured. He said a small prayer for that. They told him she would probably call him there and was told exactly what he was to say. He remembered the words clearly.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Phillips. It was my mistake and I regret it. I'll never see you or speak to you again. I'll have no contact with you or your children. I'm sorry I ever met you. Goodbye."

Carl fell back against the bed and waited for her call. He repeated the words over and over in his head so he wouldn't get them wrong. They told him they would know and he would pay the price. He said them silently to himself again just to be sure. He told himself that he would never again make a move on a married woman, regardless of who or where she was. 

* * *

My cell phone rang just after 8:00 p.m. as I was playing with the twins and I excused myself to take it in the other room. I flipped it open when I saw the caller ID display Clyde. I listened to the simple message: "It's done. Lesson one delivered. He's been admitted at Memorial." 

Then the phone went dead. I closed the phone and went back into the family room with a smile on my face. April noticed but didn't say anything. She did smile; however, believing it was good news.

Finally, April took the kids upstairs and looked at me in question. "I'll be here when you come back down." She smiled widely and then went up to put the kids down. I went into the family room, sat down in his chair and waited. Now it began. Payback!

April came in with a pot of coffee and two cups. "I thought we could talk some more. You seem more resigned to the way things are. I'm so glad. I was afraid I was going to lose you and that would have broken my heart. I know you don't believe me but I love you so much. I can't lose you, not for something like this. It's so trivial compared to what we have. You have to know that."

I watched her as she talked. She was still beautiful to me. After all, this was the woman I had loved for so long. I had planned on spending the rest of my life with her. Growing old together they said. Plans, dreams, now all ashes. Well, let the end begin now.

"April, I have to tell you something and I want you to listen very carefully. I know your lover is Carl Cummings and he is a junior lawyer for Lincoln, Rice and Holmes. I know all about him and I know you've seen him, even twice more this week."

April was surprised and seemed like she wanted to say something, but I waved her to silence. "Here's the thing. You threatened me with divorce. When I expressed my anger, you threatened to take away all the things I have. I remember your words exactly. They are burned into my brain. You said, 'I will take everything you have.' You said more but those were the words I remember. Those were the words of contempt that destroyed our marriage. Those were the words that were intended to push me into that corner where I had no options left but to let you whore yourself out to another man while I stood by and watched. I told you the next night that cornered rats fight back."

Now I saw the first sign of fear and pain on her face. She had no idea of what was coming but she was smart enough to know it was not going to be something she liked. Her shoulders rose and her head ducked down between in instinctive protection. 

"I know that you told Robin that I never made you feel the way he did and that you are his slut. I'm sorry that it has to end since you enjoyed it so much but Mr. Cummings has been told in no uncertain terms that his time with you is over. He is never to see you again. Never! He has also been instructed that he is never to speak to my boys. He has agreed."

I watched the shock and disbelief on her face as I continued. "I will file for divorce but there will be no alimony. I'm filing on the basis of infidelity. Even though we have a no fault state, I can still file with reason. I have the proof now so there is no question of your guilt."

"There will be child support. My sons will not want for anything. As long as you take care of them, I will see you have the means. You will have to work however, if you want anything else for yourself. I will handle everything so you have nothing to worry about. I'll even pay for the divorce."

April stood, on her face a blazing anger. "You're crazy if you think I'll agree to that. And I will take you to the cleaners just as I told you. Just wait." April was frightened but still belligerent. She was going to bluff this through just as she planned. 

"Why don't you call your Mr. Cummings right now. See what he has to say. Oh, wait. I think you might have to call Memorial Hospital. That call I got earlier told me he was in the emergency room at Memorial. I assume by now he has been admitted. Just call his cell to see. You can use mine. I have the number already plugged in for you."

Susan looked at me in horror. "What have you done? What did you do to Carl? Oh, my God. Chris! What did you do?"

"Why, April, what ever do you mean? I've been here at home with you all evening. And I was at work earlier so I couldn't have done anything to anyone. Why would you think I've done something? What reason would I have to do anything to your lover? You made it clear to me that I was to stay out of it. It was no concern of mine." 

I had a look on my face that certainly must have frightened April. She had never seen me this way. I was a calm, mild mannered man who never hurt anyone. I had never even been able to physically discipline the children, leaving that to her. Now she saw me differently. My face was cold and hard and my eyes were dead.

April walked into the next room and I heard her on the phone. She must have gotten through because she came back with tears in her eyes. She slumped into the chair and stared off into space. I calmly sat down and picked up the paper. I knew what she heard on the phone. Her lover was in the process of dumping her. It was either that or take a beating every time he saw her. That was a promise made to him by three very big men who picked him up as he exited work today. They told him exactly why he was being hassled, and what he had to look forward to if he ever saw or spoke with April again. They wanted to be sure he understood. Showing him was what put him in the emergency room. 

April wiped her tears, gave a big sigh, looked at me and said, "Well, it seems you win. Carl told me he could never see me again. He said he would have all my things sent back to me. He never wanted to talk to me again."

"Well, I guess you have nothing to worry about then. Seems you're taken care of. I have my own lawyers so they will handle everything. Should be over very quickly." I laid the paper down and got up to leave. "I'll talk to the boys this weekend. Let them know why we're getting divorced. Maybe they're old enough to understand. If not, they'll grow up and remember."

As I walked away, I glanced back to see a very defeated April crying. "If I remember your words again April, you said that your affair was something that would pass quickly and then things could get back to the way they were." 

I laughed, a bitter, angry laugh. "You're still young and beautiful April. Maybe you can find someone who will put up with your sick fantasies. Someone who wants an open marriage. Someone who will let you fuck as many men as you want. I couldn't, but then that's just me. Good luck."

Kids don't understand it, but we do. Adults have to live with the consequences of their actions. Consequences suck! 



Consequences - Bridget



One of the Consequences series. Bridget never thinks of what could happen until it's too late. 

Edited by LadyCibelle 



Tyson Sommers signed the last of the documents Jason gave him. They were necessary if Jason was to handle this particular portfolio. That portfolio was one of the biggest Ty was responsible for. It involved the holdings of Wilson Graves, a billionaire investor and entrepreneur. Wilson-Call me Willy-Graves loved nothing better than using his money to leverage other companies in a hostile takeover, buying up their stock and gaining control. Once he did, it was divest, divest, divest. In so doing, he would increase the value of his own investment and carry some other trusting souls along for the ride. Damn those who got hurt as long as Willy made his money. As his lawyer and legal advisor, Ty had managed to keep Wilson honest and out of trouble with the SEC and other federal regulators who kept an eye out for people like Graves, all the while allowing him to make even more money. And the more money Willy made, the more rolled into the coffers of Sommers, Reinhardt and Haines, Inc. 

Jason also had made inroads into the portfolios of his other clients and within the two weeks that were left, he should have full control in his grasp. That would complete the three months that it had already taken to transfer all of Ty's clients. Other than his own special clients only Jason, Stacie Reinhardt and Clayton Haines knew that Ty was retiring. Ty told himself once again that it was time: time to let it all go and spend some time for himself. After all, he was one of the founding fathers of this firm and he, along with Stacie and Clay had built it from a small storefront law firm to one of the biggest and most influential in the city of Columbus, Ohio It had taken most of his time and, over the course of their twenty-year marriage, a toll on their personal lives; his and that of Bridget, his wife.

He and Bridget had been married twenty years last month and they had two children; nineteen year-old Jake and eighteen-year old Tessa, both now in college and doing well. During those years, Bridget was a good mother and wife and Ty had done all he could to make sure they had all he could give them. Their home was large and beautiful; the kids were in the most expensive schools and had all they needed to live accordingly; Bridget was still beautiful and stayed that way with the help of her spa and health club. She drove her Volvo convertible and loved the way her long blond hair streamed out in the wind and she played the radio as loud as any teenager.

Over the last year or two, the only thing Ty found wrong with their lives was that Bridget was no longer interested in making love. Ty's sex drive was low but still active and he was frustrated by Bridget's disinterest. He talked to her about it but all she said was that she was in that time when her libido was low and she would talk to her doctor about it when she had her next checkup. That had been almost a year ago and she had not mentioned it since. Their love life hadn't improved during that time and, if the truth were to be told, it had gone even more downhill. Ty had given up asking and now, let it go without further comment.

The other thing that bothered him were her trips back to her hometown of Mansfield, Ohio. She told him that it was because of her mother's declining health and that her sister, Bianca, needed help taking care of her. Both still lived in Mansfield and Bianca was divorced and alone. Bridget stayed with her when she went. She said that the least she could do was take over for Bianca from time to time and let her enjoy some free time. These trips had begun six months ago and now occurred every other week. Bridget would leave on Thursday morning and come home late Sunday night. She always called every evening at nine when she was gone and made sure her cell was on at all times but it meant three or four days every other week that Ty spent alone. He hated being alone now. 

She left this morning on her latest trip which meant another evening alone. He was more disappointed in that then he let on after he had disclosed to Bridget that he was working on a big surprise for her and that it would be ready in just a couple of weeks. He even tried to rile her up when he told her that Stacey was helping him with it and she was almost done. Ty hoped that her curiosity, or even her jealousy over Stacey, would make her stay and try to find out what the secret was, but she didn't do more than a cursory question or two before she began packing for her trip. Ty wasn't surprised by her lack of curiosity now and let it go and just left her to her packing. They said their usual goodbyes and he left shortly after for work, knowing that she would be gone within the hour.

Much later that same day, Ty closed up his office, stopped to talk with Rachael, his secretary, and walked down the carpeted hall to Stacey's office to talk to her before heading home. He knocked once and pushed the door open, a habit he had with all the partners. They were used to his popping in at odd times unannounced.

"Hey, Stace! Ready to call it quits for the day? I'll buy if you want to grab a cold one. I'm in no hurry to get home to an empty house."

"Hi, Ty. I'd love to, but Roger's waiting for me tonight. We're going to a school play. Rog, Jr. is the lead in Pirates of Doom. Sounds terrible to me, but Rog says it's 'cool!'"

"OK, kid, it's your loss." But his smile belied the comment. "No, I don't blame you. I remember my kids and their plays. Bad as they were, they're still your kids and they can't be bad. We're prejudiced, but we're allowed. We don't know any better: we're parents!"

Stacey laughed and nodded. She was still a pretty woman at forty-six and she was happily married for the second time. This one had lasted for the past ten years. Ty knew her husband, Roger, and liked him. 

"How are you coming on my project? Got everything you need? I can have Jason give you a hand if you need it."

She looked up and shook her head. "Everything's on track and on time. Should be no problem at all. Just give me the word and I'll take it from there. No need for Jason; he'll have his hands full with what you gave him, but as you promised, he's a real good worker and he's going to be an asset with you gone. You know, Ty, I really wish I could talk you out of this. Especially the retirement part.

"You know we're going to miss you around here. You were the main force behind our success. I just held onto your coattails in the early days and enjoyed the ride. I'm going to miss you the most. Are you sure you won't change your mind about retiring?"

"Not a chance, and don't sell yourself short, Stacey. You pulled your own weight then and still do. You and Clay will do just fine. And we have one hell of a crop of youngsters now. They really impress me with their willingness to dig in and work hard. Jason, and maybe that Alice Chambers could be offered a partnership within a year or two."

"Could be. I like both of them a lot and it's clear you completely trust Jason. Well, I'll see you tomorrow and I'll be at the party in two weeks. Rog wants to come as well."

"Bring him, by all means. OK, then, goodnight." 

Ty drove to his estate home in the suburbs of Columbus. The house was on a five-acre lot and enclosed just over five thousand square feet. It boasted a hot tub that overflowed into a pool, a cabana, two tennis courts, and a large garden filled with flowers and flowering shrubs that had color all summer and into the fall. Bridget had let the cook and maid go when the kids left and now the place was empty most of the time. He had mentioned that it was really too big for the two of them and Bridget said that she agreed. She hadn't committed to it, but said she knew it was time to think about moving into something smaller. Maybe they should give the kids a couple of more years, she said. 

Ty drove into the four-car garage and went inside to the kitchen where he popped a frozen dinner into the microwave while he went up to change into scruffs for the evening.

As he came back down the steps he heard the phone ring. It was the landline and hopefully that meant it was about one of his ads. It was way too early for Bridget to call. He answered it and was pleased to find that it was about his boat. A thirty-two foot powered sailboat that was moored at Lake Erie during the summer and fall. He stored it during the winter at a facility on the lake. 

After a fruitful discussion with one of the people who had taken it out for a run with the marina owner who was covering it for Ty, the deal was struck and an agreement was made to send a cashier's check for the agreed upon price to a post office box number Ty provided. Once the check was received, the title to the boat would be available at the marina. The title had been reviewed by the purchaser when he took the boat out for a trial run. All was in place. Bridget would be pleased since she had never liked the thing. She hadn't been out with Ty in years. 

Now that the boat was sold, and his Jaguar and Audi had been promised to the successful high bidders, there was little left to worry about. By this time two weeks from today, everything would be in place and his retirement could officially begin. The house may take some time to sell, but he and Bridget would be out of the house by then so the realtor could show it without worry. The new, smaller bungalow was now his and he had already moved some of the furniture into it. Whatever extra furniture was needed could be purchased at any time.

Ty ate the frozen dinner without tasting it and decided to just lay back and zone out on mindless TV and some snacks. He took a bottle of cold Miller Lite into the entertainment room and decided to watch a little porn. He had all the channels now that the kids were gone and he went to the adult channel and found some tale about a hotel where everyone there was only there to have sex with whomever they could find. For the women, that wasn't a problem. They all had DD tits and perfect asses. The guys were all six foot five, built like Arnold Schwarzenegger and hung like horses so they didn't have any trouble either. As the movie progressed, Ty began to wonder why they all did the same things in the same way, looking into the camera as they moved. No imagination, just titillation. He couldn't get worked up enough to take matters into his own hand.

At nine, Bridget called. Ty answered. "Hi, Bridget. Any problem getting there?"

"No trouble at all, honey. Easy trip. Mom's doing a little better but Bianca is stressed. I may stay an extra day if it's OK with you."

That comment did cause Ty's stomach to clinch, but he put the discomfort down and replied in a calm voice.

"Sure, whatever you think is best. I'll just stay at work a little longer since it's lonely here without you. But what about Monday? Do you need anything or do you have enough? Seems you don't take much with you."

"Oh, honey, that's because I have a lot of things here that I've left behind when I leave. I'll be just fine, so don't you worry. And by the way, how's that surprise coming? I can't wait to find out what it is."

"I didn't think you even cared. You weren't very interested this morning before I left for work. But since you asked, it's right on schedule. Stacey is almost done with her part and the rest is already in place. You'll really be surprised."

"I can't wait. OK, honey, I'll call you tomorrow night. Be good."

"You too. Just remember that I love you."

"Goodnight, honey."

Ty once again remarked to himself how anxious she seemed to be to get the calls over with and hang up. And she didn't return his 'I love you' with anything other than goodnight. Well, maybe she was busy with her mother. That thought made him smile: her mother was a real piece of work. She never cared for him and she didn't make a secret of it either. But then that was no problem since Ty didn't like her either. Her or her sister, Bianca; divorced by her husband for cheating. That whole family was dysfunctional at best.

So, the rest of my weekend alone continues, Ty thought to himself. To occupy himself, he called the kids, talked with them for an hour or more, reminding them of his summons for them to come down in two weeks, and then just let himself go. He fell asleep on the couch and woke during the middle of the night with a stiff neck. He went to bed and slept without dreams. That was unusual but Ty welcomed it. Lately his dreams had not been pleasant.

The next two weeks passed as normal, with Ty working to finish all his cases and make sure Jason was up to speed on all of them. He spent most of that second week calling his clients and letting them know of his pending retirement. They were for the most part happy for him and willing to work with Jason. A few wanted assurances from either Stacey or Clayton and he made sure they were contacted right away. Things were all in place by that final Thursday when Bridget left for Mansfield. 

Ty had managed to keep his pending retirement secret from Bridget as planned. She rarely asked about his work anymore so it was not much of a problem. In addition, she had forgotten about the surprise and Ty didn't bring it up again before she left. He would mention it Sunday morning when she called to tell him she was about to leave, especially if she decided to stay an extra day again. Either way, Ty was prepared.

Friday was Ty's final day and it was a flurry of activity. He and Rachael worked together cleaning house and transferring the paper files to Jason. A few more phone calls and then he told Rachael to transfer all his new calls to Jason. As part of his plan, he had given Jason his own secretary and Rachael had worked with her. 

The last thing he did that morning at work was to tell Stacey to put things into motion and she said she was ready. She left for the courthouse later that morning but promised to be back in time for the retirement party they were giving at the Radisson Hotel. Everyone knew that Bridget couldn't be there but that didn't postpone the proceedings. It promised to be a blast. 

Ty left right after lunch to see about a number of things that had to happen and by three that afternoon, all was in place. The final papers had been signed on the house and the movers were already on their way. They promised to finish by late Saturday afternoon. As soon as the movers finished, the people he hired to clean the place top to bottom would be there and they had orders to be finished by that evening. They were promised a bonus if they finished on time. The realtors would have the For Sale sign planted in the front yard by late tomorrow and they told him that they already had a listing of people who wanted to see the property beginning the following Monday. To their delight, he had priced it to sell.

The last thing Ty needed to do was to make sure all of the financial arrangements were in place. Bridget and he had two separate accounts besides the joint ones and they each had their own credit card. It was at his insistence that they carried only one card each since Ty was not in favor of running a credit balance with anyone. She was very good about it and had never been frivolous with money. She managed their accounts with great skill, and other than Ty's private business accounts, managed by a firm hired by his company, she knew of all of their finances. She was not privy to Ty's accounts at the firm but she had never bothered to ask him about it and had forgotten it over the years.

Now that he was retiring, he closed all open accounts that carried both their names and rolled the retirement account over to a new brokerage. Ty intended on handling all of their joint affairs in cash for the near future, or at least until they had settled on everything. Since the new home would be located outside the states, the accounts would also be out of the US. There was no reason to maintain stateside bank accounts since he had no intention of coming back anytime soon. He had already opened an on-line account with an international bank that had outlets in Europe and South America. Ty was sure Bridget would have no trouble making the switch. She was very intelligent about money matters.

Finally, he made sure the tickets were in hand and the destination was confirmed. Ty thought about the two of them spending the next several months in a beautiful resort in Costa Rica. Sun, sand, swimming, sailing, horseback riding, you name it: they had it all. Ty had made one trip down to the resort by himself to convince him that the brochure was real and then told Rachael to book the trip and make the reservations. He wanted everything confirmed by the time he retired.

It might be worth noting that Tyson was very well-to-do and had amassed a great deal of money over the years. He took a lot of high-profile cases with rich clients and charged accordingly. Since he was very good at what he did, his clients recognized his value and retained him with sizable retainers. He had invested his earnings in high risk accounts and had done very well over the years. As a lawyer, Ty knew the law and had moved most of his money legally into offshore accounts with no agreements with the US. They were still intact. Again, Bridget knew nothing of those accounts and this was part of the surprise. If she had, she would be amazed at what they were worth. Of course, that money was outside the states and not subject to U.S. tax laws or the U.S. courts. 

As the day ended, Ty drove to the Radisson and his retirement party. Bridget knew nothing of his retirement and thus this party since he had everyone in the firm promise to keep it quiet. She had been after him to consider retirement but had let it drop during that past year. His retirement should please her however, since she always complained about the time he spent at his job. He told all of them that it was to be a surprise to Bridget and that his plans were to announce everything to her Sunday night when she came home. Ty was sure she would be home Sunday because he intended to begin the surprise that morning when she called. This was his plan and so far, everything had gone perfectly.

The party was a lot of fun. Ty danced with all the women and talked to all the men and they shared war stories of their most interesting cases. Jason was there and he spent most of his time around Ty to be sure nothing of importance escaped his notice. Tyson really liked this kid. He was going to be a real asset to the firm. Stacey and Clay were there with their spouses and Ty talked with them for some time. Stacey and Jason were the only ones that knew all of his plans and they was sworn to secrecy as his attorneys of record. He knew she was secretly pleased at what he was doing but she didn't say it directly. He danced with her and they talked about the final steps.

"Are you sure everything is ready? She'll be home Sunday evening and I want to be sure she's surprised. Promise?"

"It's all ready to go, Ty. Just relax. I have the checks and the amounts clearly documented so she'll be surprised and you'll be satisfied, I'm sure. She's really going to love being surprised this way," she whispered sarcastically.

I laughed. "She sure will. I think it's going to be great. By the way, I got the tickets for the resort and we'll be leaving Sunday night for Costa Rica. It'll be a ball, with nothing to do but enjoy. And I fully intend to enjoy! I'll call you just as soon as I have a permanent number, but in the meantime, my new cell will be active. You and Roger should do something like it yourselves."

"Maybe some day. Right now, I enjoy what I'm doing too much to quit."

"Well, that's up to you. Be sure to tell Clay I'm sorry for not including him in all of our plans."




Consequences - Bridget



I stayed until almost midnight before I finally left. I had missed Bridget's call but she was sure to have left a message. I drove home, went inside and, sure enough, the message light was blinking. I pushed the right button and listened.

"Ty, where are you? You never miss my calls. Listen, I'm going over to mom's tonight so don't try to call me there. I don't want to wake her if she gets to sleep. She's so tired all the time and she needs her rest. I'll call tomorrow night, so please be home. Goodnight, baby."

Well, pretty much as Ty expected. She wouldn't call tonight now that she had left her message. He spent the rest of the evening packing his clothes and making sure he had all of Bridget's things packed as well. He wouldn't have much time between now and Sunday night and Ty didn't want to have to make any return trips before the movers arrived tomorrow. Since Bridget wasn't going to be home before all of the moving was done, he was very careful to pack her things carefully and neatly. She wouldn't have anything to complain about if he took his time and did it right. He intended on staying at the bungalow tonight and would make sure all calls were forwarded to his new cell starting tomorrow. 

Once he had transferred everything to the bungalow, Ty finished up, made a phone call to make sure the last piece of the surprise was in place and then went to bed. He was pleasantly tired from the party and on edge with all that had to happen on such a tight schedule. He hoped nothing would go wrong as he fell asleep.

Saturday began the packing and moving of the furniture from their home. It was sort of sad but Ty shrugged his shoulders and left the movers to their work. He was going back to the bungalow to meet their kids. They were arriving right around noon and Ty needed to go over his plans with them so they wouldn't be too surprised. He had given them a hint of his retirement but not his plans for Costa Rica or anything else. Now was the time to bring them up to date. He had to do it with promises from them not to call Bridget and spoil his surprise. He thought they would be OK with that. 

When they arrived, he welcomed them inside and sat them down to begin to fill them in. He made it short and to the point and when he was finished, he answered all their questions and gave them details when they asked for them. Neither Jake nor Tessa were happy with what he was doing but he assured them that their college tuition was taken care of and that they would always be welcome home, wherever that was. He assured them that his retirement was something that both he and Bridget had discussed and had agreed the time was right. They wanted to talk to Bridget but he made them promise to wait until Sunday night when she got home. They finally agreed.

They all went out to dinner that evening and kept quiet when Ty answered the nine o'clock call from Bridget. She kept it short as usual but didn't mention staying any longer so he still expected her Sunday night. After the call, the kids once again discussed his plans and wanted to be sure he still wanted to go ahead with it. He assured them he was fine and when they went to sleep in the spare room with the twin beds, he made a phone call to be sure the movers were done and the cleaning crew was scheduled. Both were affirmative and Ty was pleased. One final call and he was done for the night.

Sunday was a day when little had to be done and most all was ready. He checked the house and found all in place. The movers and cleaners had left the place spotless and ready to show. He drove back to the bungalow and waited for the call from Bridget telling him she was ready to leave. He expected her to call at her normal time of between ten and ten thirty. The kids had gone out to be with some of their friends from home so Ty was alone when she called. He answered after the first ring.

"Hi, Bridget? Are you ready to start home?" Ty waited for her answer with nerves just beginning.

"Well, yes and no, Ty. I'd really like to stay a few more days to give Bianca some more time to do some things. Would you really mind if I did that?" Her voice was strained as if she expected him to object. She had to know that he would not like her request.

Ty heard the words and for the first time, felt the anger that he had been holding in check for the past several months struggle to break free. She wanted to stay a few days longer? Why? Well, he knew now, didn't he? He had known for over three months now, long enough to begin planning his surprise. Now was the time to bring his surprise to the front. Now it was time to do what he had planned for the past three months, once he found out for sure. Now it was time! 

As he made this decision, his anger finally came to the front. He had been holding it in for so long and now he could let it go. With the anger making it difficult to speak without shouting at her, he responded to her request. 

"Well, Bridget my love, why would I mind? Just because you want to spend a few more nights with your lover, Kevin? Why should that bother me now, since you've been screwing him, and that other guy, what's his name? Oh, yes, Ben, that's it." 

His voice was now rising in his anger and he had to stop himself from screaming at her.

"You've been doing it for the past six months! Or has it been longer? I just don't know for sure! But what the hell; it's been going on for some time now and I guess I was just supposed to pretend it was nothing?"

There was silence from the other end, followed by a sob and then the phone went dead. Ty just stared at the phone in his hand as if it were a snake about to strike. He realized that Bridget had hung up at her end and that was a surprise he wasn't expecting. He finally put the offending instrument down on the table, his hand trembling with his remaining anger. She hung up! That he hadn't expected and he had nowhere to vent his pent up anger.

As Ty fell into the chair beside the table, his phone rang sharply. He just stared at it uncomprehendingly as the sound rebounded from the walls. It continued to ring, the disposable phone he had purchased for this purpose not having voicemail. He finally picked it up and pushed the talk button.

"Yes?" That was all he could get out. His anger had burned out with the sudden end of it all. He had been primed for an argument or a shouting match. A screaming match between the cheating bitch and her scorned husband was what should have happened, but her abrupt termination caught him by surprise and doused his anger like a bucket of water on a flame. Now he was numb. Dead inside and numb with the pain that he had been holding back with his plan of action. Without the cathartic outlet for his anger and his hurt, he was suddenly helpless to stop the piercing pain that clutched at his heart. 

Bianca's angry voice screamed at him out of the tiny speaker. "Ty! This is Bianca. Don't hang up! Bridget is a wreck and she is almost hysterical. She flew out of here and took off in her car. What did you say to her? What did you do, Ty? What damned thing did you do to cause her to react that way? What the hell did you do?"

Suddenly there was a new subject for his anger. And this one was a full partner in Bridget's betrayal. This one was as guilty as his cheating wife!

"Well, Bianca, my loving sister; I just told her to stay as long as she likes so she can spend the extra time screwing her lover, Kevin Clark. I know all about the two of you and your boyfriends: you and Bridget with Ben Stinson and Kevin. I know about the motel you always use and the nights you spend together, just the four of you. It must really get confusing with the lights out. How do you know whose cock is poking into you? Is one bigger than the other?"

"Oh, my God! Ty, don't! You have to let her explain! Ty, it isn't what you think. She doesn't love Kevin. It was just a stupid mistake and I'm as much at fault as she is. Ty, Bridget loves you and you alone. Don't do anything stupid now. You guys have too much to live for. Please, Ty. Please wait until Bridget can talk to you. Please?"

"Oh, there will be someone here when she arrives. There won't be much talking involved and I won't be the one waiting for her. But then, what the hell! She didn't much care anyway, since she wanted to stay longer so she could continue fucking Kevin. She sure as hell wasn't fucking me! Not since she found good old Kevin and his strange cock! Now, she'll have all the time she wants to fuck anyone she wants. So, the two of you should have a lot of fun in the future."

"Ty, no! Don't say that, Ty! Oh, God, no! Please, Ty. This is going to kill her. She loves you so much that this will kill her. Ty, you can't do this! You can't! What about the kids? What will Tessa and Jake say? Ty, you can't tell them!"

"Too late, Bianca; I've already told them. I gave them the complete story and let them know how the two of you threw us away like garbage. I told them what their mother was doing all those weekends when she told both of them that she was 'taking care of her mother and giving sis a break.'

"For your information, they took it very well. Stacey took it harder than Jake but they will probably forgive her since she was always a good mother, right up until the first time Kevin fucked her into forgetting about all of us."

"Ty, isn't there any hope for the two of you? Are you going to throw away twenty years of a wonderful marriage over this? Ty, please think about what you're doing. Please?"

"Oh, Bianca, you know better. You and Bridget threw me and our kids away. It's wasn't me who did that. Goodbye, Bianca, and say goodbye to your mother for me. She never did like me and now she must be laughing her skinny ass off."

Ty disconnected, then looked around the small bungalow for the last time. Bridget will love it, he thought to himself. Then he laughed at the thought. He turned off all the lights, put the spare keys on the table along with the letter to Bridget and went out the front door. He pulled the door shut, got into his rental car and drove to Rachael's apartment.

She was waiting in front of the building for him as he pulled up. He got out, loaded her three suitcases into the back of the car and then held the door as she climbed in. She smiled up at him as he shut the door of the car. He walked around to the driver's side and slid in.

"Well, Rachael, are you ready for this?" 

She laughed and put her hand on his cheek. "You'd better believe it, lover. It's been hell seeing you every day at the firm but not being able to touch you or talk to you. If it wasn't for Bridget throwing you away for me to snap up, and then giving us those weekends, I don't think I could have stood it any longer. Thank goodness for cheating wives." She laughed again and they drove away.

Bridget's Story

When I called to ask Ty if he minded if I stayed a couple more days, I had a strange feeling that I shouldn't do it. I said as much to Bianca but she just laughed at me and asked me if I didn't want to spend a couple more nights with Kevin and Ben. I felt a twinge of guilt as I did whenever I thought of my time with both of them. But as in the past, that twinge failed to survive my own thoughts of lust. When I remembered the two of them pushing into me at the same time, I felt a thrill of wetness between my legs. I shuddered once and picked up the phone.

The conversation started as usual, Ty asking me if I was coming home. He sounded so normal, reminding me that this was a world that Ty knew nothing about and that gave me courage to do what I knew I wanted. I went for it, asking him if he minded if I stayed a couple of days. I looked at Bianca when I did and her grin reassured me that I was doing the right thing. 

As I waited for his normal answer to do whatever made me happy, I thought once again to myself that Ty wouldn't mind and he would never know what I was really doing. I would never let him find out because it would hurt him too much. I loved Ty, that was real; but sex with him had lost its appeal to me and now I had found an outlet that allowed me to continue to love my husband but enjoy sex with someone else. With him, I had found a wild side to myself that I never expected. I was thoroughly caught up in the illicit pleasure he gave me.

I was pleased at myself, my own pleasure driving my lust to spend just one, or even two more nights with Kevin and Ben. I was already imagining our night together and I was becoming warm at the thought. That was until those words came out of the speaker and directly to my gut, destroying my world: "Well, Bridget my love, why would I mind? Just because you want to spend a few more nights with your lover, Kevin? Why should that bother me now, since you've been screwing him, and that other guy, what's his name? Oh, yes, Ben, that's it. You've been doing it for the past six months? Or has it been longer? I just don't know for sure. But what the hell; it's been going on for some time now and I guess I was just supposed to pretend it was nothing?"

I couldn't speak! I was frozen in fear and panic! I know I slammed the phone down and I let out a loud sob. Just one. That's all I was able to get out before it all became clear to me. Oh, God! He knew! My life was over and I was going to lose the only man I ever loved! I had to get home! I had to leave now, to catch him before he had time to do something terrible. I grabbed my car keys and ran out of Bianca's kitchen. I started my car and backed out of her drive. I turned and headed toward the interstate and home. I had to get home! I had to!

The drive usually took me three and a half to four hours to make but now I was pushing my car as fast as it would go. I was immune to any threat from the police who patrolled the interstate and I cared nothing for speed limits. I had to get home before Ty had time to leave me. I had to talk to him, tell him that I loved him and that I was a fool. I had done something stupid and selfish but it didn't mean anything to me. Kevin and Ben were already gone! I'd never see them or Bianca again as long as I lived. I would tell him that. I would give up everyone else if he would stay with me. 

Over and over I rehearsed the words I would use to persuade him not to throw me away. I was seduced by Bianca and her lifestyle and the lack of my sex drive was a problem that she told me would disappear if I let myself go with someone who I didn't have to please or who I didn't care about. She convinced me that this would reawaken my sex drive and that Ty would benefit. I was just going to try to get my drive back. But then I was seduced by the lust and the thrill of doing something nasty. It would revive me and I would carry that back to my marriage bed with my husband.

I was pleased at that. It would work! Ty would listen! He had to! Then, a hundred miles later, I asked the question Ty would ask. Why didn't any of that lust carry over? Why had we not made love in those six months since I had begun my affair? That was a question I had no answer for. I had to think of one. I had to think!

I was still trying to find the words to answer that question when I pulled into the driveway of our home. I was surprised to see four cars sitting in our driveway. I recognized the two cars belonging to my children, and I was surprised to see them there, but almost as quickly, a feeling of dread crept over me at their presence. I drove around them onto the grass and slid to a stop and clambered out of my car to run toward the house. As I did, I saw someone get out of one of the strange cars and move to intercept me at the front door. I ignored this man and reached for my keys. He tried to stop me but I pushed him aside and slid my key into the lock. It didn't work! I tried again, over and over, but it wouldn't work! I threw it on the porch and held my face in my hands and began crying.

I turned to the door and began pounding on it with my fists. I pounded until the pain in my hands forced me to stop. I looked around to see the man who got out of the car still standing there. He asked me if I was Mrs. Tyson Sommers and I nodded my head, yes. He handed me an envelope and said in a low voice, "You are served, madam." He then took another smaller envelope and handed that to me. "These are the keys to your new residence. The address is inside and the property is yours without burden. You will find the deed and the necessary information inside."

I took both envelopes and just stared at him. My mind was numb with sadness and pain. He reached into his coat pocket and handed me a legal-sized white envelope. "This contains several checks amounting to the current savings and checking accounts which have been closed. This house has been listed for sale and the proceeds will go to you once the sale is completed. All of this is included in the divorce statements and the terms are spelled out very clearly."

The man closed his briefcase and prepared to leave. He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a business card. "In case you've forgotten, this is the name of your husband's attorney."

He moved away and got into his car. He spoke to the person sitting in the other car I didn't recognize before backing out and leaving. I was stunned, holding the envelopes that the man had given me. I glanced down at the business card and saw that it was Stacey Reinhardt. That name caused a bolt of anger to course down my back but it quickly died. Stacey was a problem only in my own head. I knew that but I had used it over the years as a wedge to make Ty feel guilty. Now, I knew better but it didn't help to look up and see her walking toward me.

"Hello, Bridget. You're not looking so well today. I just wanted to give you a head's-up. Ty asked me to handle things in his absence. In case you're wondering and have lots of questions, I can give you some answers. First, Ty retired effective Friday. We all had a party for him. It was a great party and lots of people came to see him off. Too bad you missed it, but then you had other things more important didn't you?

"Second, this house has been turned over to a realtor for sale. You signed your name to a power-of-attorney some time ago and Ty used it to transfer the title into his name. But don't worry; the proceeds are all for you. Ty left it to you in the divorce. He also bought you a nice bungalow, paid for and furnished. Your children can take you there.

"Finally, Ty gave me full power to act in his behalf in the divorce and all his affairs here in the states. Ty has left the country and I believe it is his intention not to return for some time."

She stood there, watching me as I digested the things she told me. It was as if each was a hammer that pounded the stake in my heart deeper and deeper. I was almost gasping for breath at the suddenness with which my life had collapsed in on me. I opened my mouth to ask questions, but nothing came out. I realized that I was beaten by a man who I had blindly betrayed and disrespected so easily. A man that I knew in my heart was the only man I could ever love. Now, I had lost his love and I had no idea what to do. Suddenly, I was more alone than I had been over the last twenty years. I had my children and my life but my anchor to all I cared about in this world had left me. I had never felt so alone in my life.

"I can't know why you did this to Tyson, Bridget. I know from working with him for the last fifteen years that he loved you and his children more than anything in this life. When he found out what you were doing, it almost killed him. Roger and I helped him through the crisis he was in and made sure he stayed calm enough to make plans to deal with you. We made sure he didn't do anything foolish. Just so you know, he considered suicide but we talked him out of it by reminding him of your children.




Consequences - Bridget



"He's with someone else now that also helped him through the crisis you caused by your actions. It's not important who she is, just that she is with him and will care for him as this slowly runs its course. Tyson will not agree to talk to you and he doesn't care if you fight the divorce. That will be in my hands, not his. So, do what you will. Just know that Tyson is out of your life and will never be back."

She turned and walked back to her car. Without looking back, she got into the passenger side of the car and it left. I walked slowly down the drive to my children who were standing together beside the cars. I had to face them and listen to their anger and condemnation, but I really didn't care any more. I had betrayed my husband, their father, and I had lost him and nothing else mattered. Their anger at me would not make any difference. Nothing they could say or do could hurt any more than the words I heard from Ty just that morning. God, how they hurt! And all he did was state the truth as he saw it. 

As I stopped in front of Jake and Tessa, my grief brought me to my knees. Jake reached down and helped me to stand but there was no concern on his face as I looked at him. I saw anger, disgust, disappointment but no concern. That was painful to me and I began to sob. And instead of holding me, my daughter stood in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest and her face mirroring that of her brother. I had told myself that I couldn't hurt any worse after losing Ty and my marriage but the looks on the faces of my children told me in no uncertain terms exactly how they saw what I did. And it was even worse!

I cried for what I had lost as my children stood by and waited. They offered no comfort. I had lost them as well! I turned and looked once more at the home Ty and I had purchased to build our family. I loved that house and had always felt pride when I came home. Now it was gone. Everything was gone. My husband, my marriage, the love of my children and the home we shared.

What have I done! Why did I never think of the consequences of my actions? Why had I never considered that? I knew now! 

Consequences are a bitch!