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Do Unto Others

By: Spiritfist



"Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em all!" 

Jim Peel sat in the burger bar almost shaking with the frustrations and rage that had built up over the years. 

"Sick of everything! Sick of everything!" 

He was a loner, never really had the ability to relate or empathize with others and had never really tried. 

"People are shit!" was a phrase he used often. 

He was married, considering his deep aversion to female company and their alien thought patterns that was a miracle. 

He didn't love his wife, he didn't even like her. They married because she fell pregnant; he didn't even remember that coupling he was so drunk, it was one of the few times in that loveless marriage there had been any physical intimacy, he didn't miss it. 

He had walked out on his job yesterday, tired of being underpaid and having to answer to people he despised and considered his inferior. 

Twenty years he had worked there and had to suffer the indignation of watching younger people rising above him in wages and in the hierarchy, he thought they were ungrateful bastards. 

After a raging argument with his boss over wages, he had walked out, never to return. 

His boss had threatened to call the police after Jim had threatened to kill him. It wasn't an empty threat not with the dark thoughts that now filled Jim's mind. 

He looked at the faces around him in the bar, all the faces looked ugly; sour, full of spite, full of contempt but not as much as the contempt he felt for them. 

He slipped his hand inside his jacket and felt the knife that rested there, his new friend; cold, hard and sharp, the only friend he could trust. 

He and his friend had decided it was time for fun, sharp and bloody fun. 

Across from him sat a young woman, slim, pretty with soft blue eyes. He didn't see this, he saw a smug, superior bitch, smirking at her own beauty, knowing someone like him could never stand a chance with her. 

"Take a chance with my knife slag!" he thought, "I'll cut you, I'll carve you, I'll kill you but I'll take my time!" 

He stroked the handle of the blade then got up and left the burger bar. 

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He began to walk the streets randomly, walking past a school he saw the children playing there, running around, shouting and doing what children do. 

"Selfish, self obsessed beasts," he thought, "craving attention and love but giving nothing in return, the monsters!" 

He walked past a bar, hanging round outside were a group of young men dressed in the fashion of the day; baseball caps, trainers and low hung jeans. 

"Tough guys!" he smirked to himself, "Tough when they're drunk and outnumber you but soft little pussies on their own. I'll cut you, I'll carve you, I'll kill you but I'll take my time." 

But not now, the moment wasn't right. 

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He walked amongst the crowds, why did they smell so bad? Every person seemed to have a stench about them like rotting meat; their eyes seemed dark, empty, dead; victims, waiting for the slaughter. 

He passed a policeman standing there with such authority, such arrogance. Their eyes met, to Jim there seemed little behind those grey eyes, apart from a smug, 'I'm untouchable' superiority. 

"Superior eh?" he thought to himself, "I'll cut you, I'll carve you, I'll kill you but I'll take my time!" but this was not to be the one. 

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The evening drew on, the skies darkened and the street lights screamed fake daylight. At night things changed, things which seemed benevolent in daylight took on a sinister aspect; night was when the dark and the dangerous walked the streets, owned the streets; the drunks and the thugs and the junkies and the thieves and the rapists and the killers and Jim. 

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Settling into an expensive wine bar he looked around him at the people; the wealthy, the trendy, the beautiful, the degenerate; the victims. 

"You are the one!" 

His eyes fell upon a man; tall, slim, well dressed. He looked to be in his late 30's, handsome in a metro-sexual sort of way; he could almost smell the skin moisturiser and expensive hair gel from there. 

Polite, charming, good company, the ladies seemed to love him; this bastard must die! 

Jim watched as he smiled and exchanged such witty banter with the people about him, he looked at the expensive suit and that silk tie that probably cost more than all the clothes Jim was wearing put together. 

The discreet, distinguished grey at his temple, those white, even teeth and smiling blue eyes; he hated his guts. 

He was the one, the perfect one. 

"I'll cut you, I'll carve you, I'll kill you but I'll take my time" 

The man got up to leave, Jim followed; a deed was to be done. 

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On the street just 10 feet behind, the man didn't even seem aware of his presence. Even here in the dangerous, neon night his easy charm flowed and glowed. Women smiled as they walked past him but sneered as they walked past Jim. 

He felt an elation, the world seemed brighter and louder, the very air itself seemed to tingle upon his skin, the time was now. 

The man turned to walk down a narrow alley, Jim was close now, he could smell the expensive after shave, it made him feel sick but he felt the knife heavy in his jacket pocket, a reassuring weight. 

The man stopped to check his watch, the perfect moment! 

Jim unbuttoned his jacket, ready to grab the blade, there was just a few feet between them. 

"Excuse me." said Jim. 

The man turned, his bright, blue eyes looking directly into his own. He smiled showing those white, even teeth. 

A glint caught Jim's eye, he looked down, in his hand the man had a knife, bigger and longer and sharper than his own. 

The man smiled again, "You are the one." 

The knife hissed out stabbing deep into Jim's arm, slicing muscle, nerve and sinew. Jim tried to grab for his own blade but his fingers were numb and useless. 

The man smashed the butt of the knife handle hard onto Jim's nose, he fell to the floor stunned. 

The man knelt down and moved his lips close to Jim's ear; he spoke gently, 

"I'll cut you, I'll carve you, I'll kill you but I'll take my time!" 

Do Unto Others



Author's note. Last week's story "What happens in Vegas" got me a lot of comments about how there should have been more revenge taken for the incident. While I really think that what he did was enough. I decided to pump up the revenge just a tad this week for all of you violence and planned revenge junkies. I think there's enough of a happy ending here for everyone else at the same time. Thanks again to Mikothe baby for her editing prowess, without which this story WOULD NOT BE READABLE. Enjoy SS06 

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  "Alright, God damn it, settle down," the voice of my childhood friend, Dave Peterson grated in my ears. Dave was standing over me, staring down at me as I tried to explain my part in the incident. Dave was the county sheriff now in our small town in Ohio. 

  Above my head, very bright lights beamed down on me. It was like on one of those old TV shows where they try to sweat a confession out of the nefarious perpetrator. It was so cliché and so funny that I kept laughing, even though this was serious business. 

  I looked around the room to see if anyone else thought it was funny too. The chunky figure that was Martha Erikson, theDistrict Attorney, didn't seemed to be amused as she listened to my statements. Martha constantly tapped her pen against a stack of two or three legal pads. The one thing going through my mind as she continued to tap that fucking pen was, "Jeezus woman, it's the twenty-first century, get yourself a fucking i-Pad."

  Martha is ten years or so older than me. She's divorced and chunky, but pleasingly so. As she leans forward, all of that pretty brown hair cascades towards the front and spills over her shoulders. Her frontal lean also gifts me a view of her sweater melons, which are quite substantial and exceedingly fine. I know what you're wondering. And the answer is nope. Not that I don't find Martha sexy as all get out, but I'm a one woman man. That so far unnamed woman is also the reason this man is in this predicament.

  Next to Martha was Joe Colston. Joe is my lawyer. For a small town ambulance chaser he's not too bad. Sure he could and used to work for one of the high pressure automotive firms up in Detroit. He could still be there if he wanted to, but Joe is lazy as hell. He only wants to work one case at a time and then only when he feels like it. The rest of his time he spends lying on his ass, giving out legal advice for a fee, over the internet.  

  Joe is in his fifties with a balding head. His hair is completely gone in the front. He has one of those Donald Trump comb-overs that polite people smile about but never mention. Joe could be far more imposing and probably more attractive to women if he'd just let the hair thing go. Fuck, it's the twenty-first century people. Joe you've got three choices, bud. All of them involve you admitting you're bald. 

  Number one, just deal with it and comb your hair normally. Get it cut and styled. Everyone has seen the way men lose their hair. It's a part of life. 

  Number two, get a hair transplant or those plug things. If they work for Elton John, they'll work for anyone. 

  And the last choice, just shave that shit off and go for the professor X look. It certainly hasn't hurt that prosecutor down in Florida. The one they call, "The Angel of Death."

  As soon as he shaved his head, that guy was knee deep in pussy and even got a cool sounding nickname. You can just hear trumpets in the background when someone says that name. Try it. Say, "The Angel of Death." You know you heard that "Da Da," trumpet fanfare. I'm sure that guy is way more imposing as a lawyer than my guy. Let's face it, if you were the opposing counsel, who would you find yourself more worried about meeting in court? "The Angel of Death," (da da) or comb-over Joe. (Insert sarcastic smirk here)

  Anyway back to the scene. Next to Joe, separated from me by Dave, sits the woman in my one woman man status, Allyson Pane. Okay the name thing is mostly my fault. Her maiden name was Allyson Scott, but then I married her and made her name the butt of hundreds of jokes.

  Allyson is very pretty. She's petite, but curvy. Everything on her is perfect. Her hair is silky straight and as red as a fucking fire truck with ketchup splattered on it. Her skin isn't that Irish skin that looks like milk and never tans. Her coloring is healthy and perfect. Her green eyes draw you in and her smile just latches onto you and makes you want to listen to her. I loved her from the first second that I saw her.

  I know some guys who get so into watching her talk when they first meet her, that they never really hear her saying all of those wonderful things that come out of her mouth. Things like, "Get the fuck away from me, asshole. I have a boyfriend."

  Guess what, I'm the boyfriend. Oh shit, I got that wrong again. I'm not her boyfriend anymore. We got married. Anyway, to continue setting the scene for you, Allyson's petite, so if you're expecting me to say that she has huge hooters and that's what gives me the willpower to keep my eyes away from Martha's you're wrong. Allyson's breasts are probably cupcake sized but very pert. They're perfect for her. Her ass, though tiny, is curvy and again, perfect for her.

  Right now Ally is smiling and she's aiming that smile with utter perfection. That smile bounces off the wall beside her and banks around Joe so it reaches me. I'm smiling right back at her. It is so fucking wonderful to be in love. Nothing else matters when you feel this good. Everything else just takes a backseat to it and becomes a minor inconvenience. 

  Even the "assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder and intent to do great bodily harm," charges that are hanging over my head right now pale in comparison to the fact that right now Ally is smiling at me and she loves me. 

  Those charges are something else that we're sharing right now. Ally also faces kidnapping and wrongful imprisonment charges too. That's my girl.

  Across the room, Tammy-Joe Dichslukker just glares at us. Her anger, hatred and outright jealousy of Ally are almost sucking all of the fun out of the room. Tammy-Joe's parents as you can imagine have an astounding lack of imagination, but they're nice people and totally un-responsible for the way she turned out. Her mother's name is Tammy and her father's name is...Steve. But he'd always promised to name his first child after a guy who saved his life when he was in the service.

  Tammy-Joe likes to be called TJ and her friends, all two of them, try to remember that. Most people call Tammy-Joe, "the Dick sucker." Nope, it's not a pun on her last name; it's pretty much what she is. 

  I have my own affectionate nickname for Tammy-Joe. I call her Skankzilla. That is when I call her at all. I guess I should have mentioned that Skankzi...I mean Tammy-Joe, is my ex-wife. (I'm sure when I said that you were hearing the O'Jays singing, "She used to be my girl," inside of your head, weren't you?)

  Anyway, Tammy Joe and Ally are nothing alike. Tammy Joe is a bit taller, a lot curvier and not nearly as nice. Alright, since I'm trying to be honest with you, TJ is a porker now. But she wasn't always. She used to be really fucking hot. Time, gravity and depression have taken their toll on her though. I guess in my younger days, I was a creature of excesses. I figured if I liked something, I should have the biggest and the best one of whatever it was. 

  I really admire women with great legs. Tammy-Joe has the thickest curviest legs you're going to find. I really love a big butt. Tammy Joe's ass would be perfectly at home on one of those rap star's girlfriends. I love titties and Tammy-Joe wears a 46 quadruple Z bra. Or something like that. I really don't know anything about bra sizes, but those things are huge. She has long wavy dark hair and icy blue eyes. 

  Tammy Joe was my first love. We got married as soon as I got my degree. And if she wasn't such a slut and a bitch too, we'd probably still be together.

  "Alright," screamed Dave again. Are you or are you not responsible for cutting off the victim's...equipment?"

  I calmly look up at Dave and said, "I'm not, well...maybe WE are. But it's not my fault."

  "Now we're fucking getting somewhere," said Dave. "It's her fault. She did it."

  "Well that's not true either," I said. "Look at her, Dave. She's the prettiest, most perfect thing that God ever made."

  "That's Sheriff Peterson, when we're on a case," spat Dave. "And I don't care how pretty your wife is. I just need to know who the fuck, cut off the Mayor's son's tally-whacker."

  "I have your answer, Dave...I mean Sheriff Peterson sir," I said. I was tempted to give a little salute. But I knew if I did, I'd be laughing my ass off. Then Ally would start laughing too. And we'd have to start this shit all over again.

  "It was an accident," I said. "I was actually trying to save that asshole when it happened." I noticed Martha furiously writing notes as I spoke. I looked at her pad. "Martha, asshole has two "S's," I said.

  Then I looked back at Dave. "Actually, this whole thing is her fault," I said pointing across the room at Skankzilla, I mean, Tammy Joe.

  "Danny, how the fuck is this, Dic...I mean Tammy Joe's fault? She was back in Michigan, over a hundred miles away from here when this all happened."

  "Dave, the events that transpired this evening are the culmination of a shit storm that all started three years ago when I was still married to Dicks...I mean Tammy Joe."

  "Well, Sherman, crank up the way back machine," said Dave. "Let's hear it. The asshole's gonna be in surgery for at least another couple of hours. And none of us are really going anywhere until we figure this shit out. There's coffee and stuff over there on the table for anyone who wants it."

  I saw Ally raise her hand. Dave turned to look at her. "You don't need to raise your hand Allyson. This ain't the public schools." I could tell Dave was trying to be tough. So how attracted he was to Allyson, didn't show to everyone else in the room.

  "I was just wondering if I could sit there?" she said. "This may be a long story and I'd be more comfortable." She pointed at the chair I was sitting in.

  "Danny's sitting there," he said. "If he wants to give up his seat it's fine with me. Let's just get this shit started."

  "Oh, I don't want him to give up his seat," she said. Allyson stood up and even the two deputies guarding the door sighed as she walked over to me. And lifting one elegantly sculpted leg after another, settled into my lap. She then wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder. 

  The collective gulp from the men in the room was loud enough to be audible and I was really glad I had on jeans. No other material would have been strong enough to contain my erection.

  As Dave looked at her quizzically, Ally smiled at him. "I figured that just in case we have to go to jail for a while, we'd better have all of the up close time we can get." Dave nodded and I swear his eyes didn't blink once that whole time.

  "Hell no," screamed Tammy Joe. "I don't want that little whore sitting in my husband's lap."

  "Ex-husband," I snapped.

  "You'd still be my husband, if that conniving little tramp hadn't stolen you away from me during a minor bump in the marital road," hissed Tammy Joe.

  "You mean our divorce," I screamed back at her. Tammy Joe had a way of just killing everyone's buzz. 

  "Does anyone else object to Mrs. Pane sitting with her husband?" asked Dave.

  "Nope, let's just hear the story," said Martha. "Actually, I think it's kind of cute."

  "Whatever makes my client happy is fine with me," said Joe. I'm not sure, but I think I caught Joe staring at Martha's legs.

  "Okay," I began. "This all started three years ago. I was making really good money and kicking life in the ass. Myself and a couple of guys I went to school with had all graduated from the University of Michigan with degrees in engineering, I'm a manufacturing engineer. I specialize in automotive manufacturing. My partners, George and Marty are engineers too. George is an electrical engineer and Marty is a mechanical engineer. 

  This isn't the eighties and jobs were hard to come by, but we'd beaten the trend by going against the grain. Instead of looking for a job with the big three or another automotive company, we went into business for ourselves before the ink was even dry on our sheepskins.

  We started our own consulting firm and soon had clients out the wazoo, trying to hire us. I was still with my first love, Tammy Joe and it wasn't a question of if we'd get married, it was only a question of when. Tammy Joe had always been kind of wild throughout college. She'd been her daddy's little girl growing up and had intended to stay a virgin until she got married. We went to different colleges after high-school and where I'd respected her decision to stay pure until marriage, some of the guys at her school didn't. Tammy Joe had apparently gotten taken advantage of at a party on her twentieth birthday.

  One of the guys she'd dated a few times had decided that her cherry was rotten and needed to be removed before it infected the rest of her body. He and a few of his frat buddies got her so drunk she couldn't walk and then initiated her into the joys of sex. When she woke up the next morning she knew something was different but couldn't put her finger on why she was so sore down there.

  She kept running into guys who were there and they all tried to black mail her to keep quiet about her taking on nearly their entire fraternity. Almost all of them came up with the same offer. They'd keep quiet if she gave them the occasional blow job. So she did. At first it was as I said, just to keep them quiet, but after a while, apparently she started to enjoy it and the uhm...Dick sucker legend was born.

  After a while, there was no keeping anything she was doing quiet. But Tammy Joe did notice that none of the men involved ever went out with her. No one wanted to be seen in public with her either. Because of her reputation, none of the guys would fuck her either. They all assumed that she was fucking everything that wasn't nailed down. None of them wanted to risk getting whatever disease cocktail was brewing in her nether regions.

  Tammy Joe took stock of her life during the summer when she came home. She was the laughing stock of her entire campus. No one wanted to date her. No one spoke to her. Not only did she not have any male friends, she had no female friends either. Even her room-mate had moved out to avoid being linked to her. She was the campus bicycle, but no one wanted to ride her anymore.

  The funniest thing about it was that except for that first time when the guys took her cherry, Tammy Joe had never really had vaginal sex. And she'd been so drunk that she didn't remember most of that. So when I met back up with Tammy Joe that summer and we started to hang out, she saw the chance to change her stars.

  Tammy Joe had always been a very classy girl. Even to this day, she's a bitch, but she's a classy bitch. In fact, I probably wouldn't be remiss in saying that Tammy Joe could probably be the classiest woman in any bowling alley or trailer park she chose to hang out in.

  That summer, Tammy Joe and I reconnected and fell in love. I fell in love with both Tammy Joe's voluptuous body and the personality inside of it. I really believed that she loved me and would do anything for me. It was really interesting that all during our courtship and the first few months of our marriage, she was never a bitch to me. Within six months we were engaged. Within nine months we were married and with the success of my fledgling consulting firm we built our dream house.

  I gave Tammy-Joe anything she asked for. And it always seemed like she bent over backwards to please me. Nothing was off the table. During our first year together, we did and tried everything sexual that was humanly possible. If only I'd known. It started innocently enough, the drama that ruined our life together. Tammy Joe and I were taking a walk on the beach near our home, when we saw her. 

  Her name was Laura, as I was to find out a few days later. And she was the perfect complement to Tammy Joe. Where Tammy Joe was voluptuous and thick, Laura was tall and slender. She was playing tennis on a court right next to the beach and the legs underneath her tennis dress caught the attention of every man in the area. 

  "She's really fucking hot, isn't she?" asked Tammy Joe. I was kind of surprised by the question.

  "Not as hot as you are, baby," I said. "Her legs are nice, but they're a bit thin. They don't excite me nearly as much as the thought of these being wrapped around me, while I pound what's between them." I rubbed one of Tammy Joe's thick legs as I said it.

  "Ooh, you are going to get some pussy tonight," she gushed. A few moments later she was back on the subject. As an engineer, I really should have been more observant. 

  "If you had the chance though and I didn't mind. Would you fuck her?" asked Tammy Joe. "Be honest."

  "Maybe," I said, looking at her tentatively.

  "Your birthday is coming up in a few days," she said. "I think I know what to get you."

  I really wasn't worried about my birthday. For once I'd splurged on something for myself. We had Ford as one of our customers. I got a nice discount and bought myself the car I'd always wanted. Yep, I'm sure you all know what I bought. Instead of one of those foreign made sports cars, I bought myself a Ford GT. The GT was made for only a few years as a tribute to one of Ford's best ever racing cars of the bygone era. It was and is the fastest production car that Ford has ever made.

  It is Ford's version of the supercar. It runs with Lambos and Ferraris and it was the most expensive thing I'd ever bought outside of our house.

  I spent most of the day driving it around the area we lived in and getting used to it. I was about to take it out on the freeway and let it loose, when my cell phone rang. "Danny, come home and open your present," said Tammy Joe.

  I walked into the house a short time later and looked around for Tammy Joe. She was nowhere to be found. "I'm up here in the bedroom," she called from upstairs. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, taking them two and three at a time. I was breathless as I got to our room. As I walked into the room, I saw Tammy Joe bent over with one leg up on our bed. Her huge tits were dangling over the edge of the bed and I think even the neighbors heard the "sproinnngggg" sound as my dick went from fully flaccid to painfully erect in a Pico-second.

  There on our bed, with all of those stupid pillows that only women understand the purpose of, were the two things I loved most, spread out waiting for me. Tammy Joe's ass and tits did me in every time. By then all of the rich living and food had caused her to chunk up a bit, but she was still sexy as hell.

  I dropped my pants so fast you'd have thought they were those tear off things that the strippers wear. "Hold on Cowboy," said Tammy Joe turning around to face me. She stood up and my mouth still watered even after all of this time, when those sweater melons dropped nearly to her waist. The tiny droplets of dew in hair of her lightly furred pubes told me that she was ready.

  "What the fuck are we waiting for?" I wondered.

  "I guess this was a test," she said smiling. "I still wanted to see if you still wanted these." She lifted her heavy breasts as she smiled at me.

  I nodded my head quickly up and down.

  "It's good to know that I'm still appreciated and I haven't turned into some useless fat assed house wife who doesn't turn you on any more," she said. 

  "That will never happen, TJ," I said. Remember this was back when I still thought I loved the bitch. So she was TJ then.




Do Unto Others



"Well, be that as it may," she said. She must have been watching PBS again or the BBC.

  "You will not be using this pussy tonight," she said smiling. "At least, not at first."

  I was fine with it, we'd done anal lots of times and pushing my-self between her big globular hips and feeling those tits from behind was one of my favorite positions.

  "In honor of your birthday," she said. "I got you this. The door to our bathroom opened and Laura came out, wearing nothing but a ribbon and high heels. The ribbon went around her smallish breasts, wrapped around behind her and circled her tiny waist. It plunged between her legs from the back, came up and covered her vagina in the front. It bisected her torso longitudinally and tied around her neck. There was a big white bow right over her pussy. The shoes she wore were red with tiny white bows on the instep.

  "You can un-wrap me, whenever you'd like," she said. 

   Okay, the first thing you need to know is that I've always been a one woman man. But shit, it was my birthday and there was just something about Laura. She had qualities that Tammy Joe just didn't have. She was really pretty. She was also very nice. Tammy Joe had a hellacious body and I loved her but she was a butter face girl. Tammy Joe was also not very nice. She'd always been kind of a bitch, just not to me. And us having money only made it worse. If I'd told Tammy Joe that I didn't want her gift, she'd have been pissed. I'm not a wimp, but I didn't want to bring that bitch that I knew was boiling just under the surface out, and have her aimed at me.

  "I'll be back in a couple of hours," said Tammy Joe. "Unless you call me and tell me to stay away longer. 

  All kinds of alarm bells were going off in my head as the door slammed. I looked at Laura and she looked back at me and smiled. She started walking slowly towards me, with those high heels clunking, k-thunk, k-thunk, all the way across the floor. On paper she was far sexier than Tammy Joe. But for some reason my dick didn't seem to agree. It deflated and I pulled my pants up.

  Laura had a crestfallen look on her face. "You didn't do anything wrong," I said. "In fact you're the best birthday present I got. You're even better than my car."

  The look on her face changed immediately. "What kind of car?" she asked.

  "A Ford GT," I said.

  "You're shitting me," she said. "Can we go for a ride? Can I look under the hood?"

  We spent two hours becoming friends. We drove the car around and I did let her look under the hood. We discussed all kinds of performance ratings and engine mods."

  Laura told me that she felt very comfortable with me. She was just giving me a birthday kiss, when Tammy Joe pulled up in front of the house. Tammy Joe was grinning from ear to ear as she watched Laura get into her own small car and drive away.

  "Did you have fun?" she asked. I nodded my head and I wasn't lying. We really did have a good time.

  "That wasn't nearly as bad as you thought it was going to be, was it?" she asked.

  "What?" I asked. I was just about to tell her that nothing had happened. When she floored me by launching into the same shitty thing she'd been hinting about for weeks. 

  For over a month Tammy Joe had been hinting and bringing up the possibility of us joining a swing group. Nope, I know what you're thinking. Not swing dancing, where you dress up in clothes from the forties or fifties and do energetic dances to the music from bygone eras.

  This type of swinging involved you taking your clothes off and fucking someone else's wife, while they fucked yours. I'd tried telling Tammy Joe several times that I wasn't into it. But she just wouldn't take no for an answer. She'd been beating that same horse from every possible angle. The look on my face when she brought it up then told her that she'd fucked up so she let it die for that evening.

  A week later, Laura was back. I asked her if she'd forgotten something and she said that she was there for the same reason as last time. 

  "Tammy Joe convinced you to try this again?" I asked. 

  "She didn't have to convince me," said Laura. "After I got to know you last week, I really like you. And I like the way you kiss."

  "Where's Tammy Joe?" I asked her.

  "She said she was going shopping," said Laura. "She says that she loves you too much to watch you the first few times. And that her being here might make you nervous. She says eventually you'll get used to it."

  I just sat down and frowned. Laura came over to me and started rubbing my shoulders. Her touch really felt good. "Why don't you tell me about it?" she said.

  I told her how I was probably stupid and old fashioned, but that I really loved Tammy Joe. I didn't need anyone else in my bed or in my life, unless it was as a friend. She told me that Tammy Joe loved me just as much. It took an extraordinary type of woman to go to the trouble that Tammy Joe did for me to try to make me happy. I nodded my head in agreement but wished that Tammy Joe could see that she was all I wanted. And that was how we spent the second time that Laura came over. 

  The third time that I saw Laura changed things. Tammy Joe told me that we were having a barbecue when I got home from work that evening. It would be us and two other couples. The first couple I knew from our neighborhood. They lived a couple of blocks over and I'd spoken to the guy a couple of times about my car. In fact that was how we met them.

  When the second car pulled up I was shocked. It was Laura and she was dragging some shifty looking guy with her. He was way too old for her and something just didn't seem right about them.

  "You know Laura already," said Tammy Joe. She had on a bikini top that was simply inadequate to restrain the girls. "This is Laura's boyfriend Ken."

  The guy held out his hand for me to shake and I looked at him. There was something not right about him. First his smile seemed to be more of a smirk than a smile. Kind of like he knew something that I didn't know and it was really fucking funny. I took an instant dislike to him. I just pretended that I hadn't seen him extend his hand.

  The second thing was that his reaction to Tammy Joe was off. The neighbor guy, Bob couldn't take his eyes off of TJ's boobs, most guys couldn't. Tammy Joe should never have worn that fucking top with people around and I told her so later that evening. But Ken didn't react at all. So, either he was gay, or he'd seen my wife's tits enough times that they didn't affect him anymore. Tammy Joe's hooters still affected me and I was married to her.

  After we ate, the neighborhood couple thanked us and had to leave. They had a small baby and their sitter could only stay for so long. As we relaxed by the pool Ken sparked up a conversation.

  "God damn that's some car," he said. "Laura never stops talking about it." Laura was looking down at her feet. I thought that maybe she'd been bragging about my car and it had caused bad feelings between them. 

  "It's just a car," I said. I didn't believe that for a second but I was trying to lighten the mood. 

  "She's dying for a ride in it," he smiled. My spider sense was tingling because shit, she'd already been in the car. She'd even driven it. 

  I reached in my pocket, took out the keys and tossed them to him. "Be careful," I said. "The clutch is kind of stiff and the power comes up fast."

  He threw the keys back to me. "Could you take her?" he asked. "She really wants this badly and I want her to have the experience and to enjoy it. But I don't know how to drive a stick."

  "Go ahead Danny," said Tammy Joe. "You love driving that care and talking about it."

  So blind, stupid, naïve, old Danny, took Laura out for a ride, hoping someone would explain what the fuck was going on to me. 

  Laura who'd put on a swim suit too, told me that she'd go and put something on over it. As she stood up I could see that though I'd never noticed it. Laura was excited. Her nipples were sticking up like erasers. As I've said, on paper she was far more beautiful than Tammy Joe. But seeing them next to each other brought a whole new set of variables to the equation. Laura was beautiful, but Tammy Joe was just plain sexy.

  Laura was the kind of woman you'd put into an evening gown or a little black dress and go to a gala or a party with. Every man there would envy you when you walked in with her on your arm. But Tammy Joe was the kind of woman that as soon as you saw her, you just wanted to fuck her. You needed to fuck her. It was something written into every man's and even, some women's DNA code. She just made you want to put your seed into her baby basket, again and again.

  Looking at her I smiled and told her I loved her. I was so glad she was mine. Fuck dinner parties and galas. What the hell is a gala anyway?

  And that was another weird thing that I failed to notice. As Laura said she'd put something on, Ken told her to just go as she was. What kind of guy sends his woman off with another man in just a skimpy swimsuit? I looked at Tammy Joe. "I'm going inside to change right now," said Tammy Joe.

  Laura and I went out and drove around. We got out on the freeway and tried to get the car up to its 200 mph top speed. About a half hour later, far sooner than anyone expected, we drove back up. Laura sat down by the pool and I went into the house and saw them.

  Ken was fucking my wife from behind and tugging on her breasts as he did so. He was fucking her so hard that she lifted off the floor with each stroke. Her big tits were flopping and flying and Ken was grunting. "Oh, Oh baby, fuck me," cried my wife. "I thought you said you couldn't drive a stick."

  I crossed the floor before they even knew I was coming. I tried my hardest to break my foot off in Ken's ass. My foot literally lifted Ken out of Tammy Joe's pussy. Then I knocked him down on the floor and started beating him over and over again until Tammy Joe grabbed me and pulled me off of him.

  "Danny, what are you doing?" she cried. "You're going to kill him."

  "You're God damned straight, you whore," I spat at her. "Get the fuck out of my house and take this piece of shit with you."

  On the floor, Ken was moaning for a different reason. There was blood all over his face and one of his eyes was swelling up. Despite everything I'd done to him, he was still relatively unharmed. Laura came in and looked at him. "What happened to him?" she asked. Again I misread Laura's expression.

  When I saw the lack of concern over her boyfriend getting his ass beat, I thought that maybe he'd been hitting her and she felt that he deserved what he'd gotten. I was wrong.

  "Take him home," said Tammy Joe. "He'll be fine. He has a black eye and some cuts, but it was all just a big misunderstanding."

  Ken was having trouble walking. I'd missed his nuts but my kick in his ass had probably not helped his Gluteus Maximus any.

  I just stood there and glared as Laura guided Ken out the front door. Neither of them said anything. 

  "Why are you still in my house?" I asked. "Tammy Joe, I told you to hit the bricks and I meant it."

  Tammy Joe just looked at me with that deer caught in the headlights look. I expected a lot of reactions from her. Perhaps she'd be snide and insult me and tell me that if I wasn't so pitiful in bed that she wouldn't have had to find him. 

  Maybe she'd try the classic, "It isn't what you think routine," and try to lie her way out of it. Or the hard line "Fuck you this is my house too gambit."

  In the end it was none of those. Her face broke up and just became miserable and just erupted in tears. She looked so hurt, so shattered. It was as if her whole world had just fallen apart. The funny thing was she looked and acted as if she hadn't done anything wrong.    She looked as if the error had been on my part. As if we'd had some long standing rule or code of conduct and I'd just broken it.

  God damn it, I still loved that stupid woman. So her break down affected me on a very deep level. (Okay, I can hear all of you yelling sucker in the background) And yes I went to her and wrapped my arms around her and told her that everything would be fine. I swore to her that I'd be very generous in the divorce, even though we had the pre-nup that my lawyer had insisted on.

  All that did was to start another round of wailing and crying even louder. She pushed me away from her and ran over to the desk. She took out a pen and wrote down in her childish handwriting. "I do not want, nor will I accept, any money from Danny or his fucking company."

  She signed it in her distinctive scrawl and handed it to me crying even louder. I knew and I'm sure she knew that it wouldn't hold up in court. But it made me curious. If this wasn't about money what the hell was it about.

  "Then what do you want, TJ?" I asked her. "You can have the house too. Look I'll give you more money than the pre-nup states even though we both signed it." It surprisingly didn't help, she just cried louder.

  "Maybe we're just not the people we thought we were," I said. "This way you can be free to go out and do whatever the fuck you want. And you won't have to worry about me finding out."

  She cried even louder. I was at my wits end. "What do you want TJ?" I asked again.

  "I just want you," she screamed. "That's all I ever wanted. It's all I ever will want."

  "It sure didn't seem like it, the way you were fucking that shit head a few minutes ago," I snapped. "Maybe you and him could just settle down somewhere and be really happy together."

  She looked at me as if I was really stupid. She actually wiped her tears and tilted her head to the side and looked at me the way dogs do, when their owner does something really stupid.

  I turned around and looked behind me to see if there was someone else in the room. She just shook her head. "You really do not understand any of this, do you?" she said.

  "I understand that I'm not going to stay married to someone who cheats on me," I said. 

  "How did I cheat on you," she asked. "Explain that to me? Danny, I love you with all of my heart and soul. You and I will be together until the stars turn dark and fall out of the sky."

  "Tammy Joe, you really need to shovel that bullshit in a different pasture," I snapped.

  "Danny, love and sex are not the same thing," she told me. She said all of this really calmly and really slowly. As if she was talking to a really stupid child. "You and I are young and we have a lot of money to throw around. We're still figuring out what we like and establishing the parameters for our lives together. Maybe I'm a little messed up in the head. I can't help it, but right now I want to experiment and try some things. Our sex life is so good that it just keeps me wanting to grow and experience different aspects of human sexuality."

  I was dumbfounded. One of us was fucked up in the head. At that moment, I couldn't figure out if it was her or ME. She made it all sound so normal and so logical.

  "What does that have to do with you cheating on me and rutting in our living room like a fucking whore?" I asked. 

  "I did not cheat on you," she snapped even louder. "Danny, for over a month I've been trying to get you to try swinging with me. It's something I really want to do. You said no and I respected that. So I decided that like most couples when they have a disagreement, I should accept your decision. But that doesn't mean that I couldn't try it again from a different angle."

  Once again, she said this so calmly and in so matter of fact a manner that I had to accept her logic.

  "I figured that if you said no to full-fledged swinging that maybe I should start on a smaller scale," she said. "You know like a threesome or wife swapping. Maybe then you wouldn't object to it and we could gradually move up when you were more comfortable with the idea. Either that or I'd burn the whole thing out of my system."

  "I'd have definitely said no to that too," I snapped. "I don't want to swing. I don't want to wife swap. You're all I need TJ. So if you're asked me that, I'd have said "Hell no," to that too."

  "But Danny, you didn't," she said. "In fact you really liked it, almost too fucking much. Now I'm the one who feels funny about this whole thing. I'm feeling fat and unattractive. I feel like I'm in danger of losing you."

  "Tammy Joe, what are you talking about?" I asked. "You never said "shit," about wife swapping and we haven't done a fucking threesome, unless you're talking about yourself and both of Ken's two faces. I can't believe that bastard. Coming into my fucking house, pretending to be my friend and then..."

  "Danny, what did you think we were doing?" she asked. "That's why I gave you Laura. Don't you think it's fair that if you got to have Laura, then Ken should get to have me? It's called wife swapping not wife giving."

  "But...?" I began. Words failed me and anger took over. I knew that I needed to calm down and be very careful how I handled things and even what I said. I thought about telling her that I hadn't had sex with Laura. That would get me into trouble, because she'd say that I should have told her that. My not telling her that was a lie of omission and she'd capitalize on it. Even though I was only trying to spare her feelings.

  I also realized that Tammy Joe had manipulated this whole situation to force me into something she wanted. 

  "Tammy Joe, I need to think about this for a while," I said. "I need to make the best decision for both of us."

  "What is there to think about?" she asked. "You explained your feelings, I explained mine. We obviously disagree on this one small thing. We talk about it and we work it out."

  "No, Tammy Joe," I said. "This was a fucking con game on your part, from the beginning. You manipulated this whole situation and I'm not sure that it's not a deal breaker. That's what I need to think about."

  "Danny, this will be the only time," she said. "I didn't realize that you were this serious about this. You always give me my way. It's not worth you being upset with me over."

  "Tammy Joe, I'm very upset with you. This isn't like you got drunk and pissed in the pool. I'm trying to decide whether to try and work this out, or to file for a divorce first thing in the morning."

  She looked genuinely shocked. "Danny, we're together forever," she said calmly. "We're not getting a divorce."

  I just laughed and walked upstairs into one of the guest bedrooms. I sat down in the chair next to the bed and really thought about the situation. Maybe counseling would help. Maybe this all stemmed from the things TJ had told me happened to her in her first college. She might have recessed psyche issues that were influencing her.

  About an hour later I heard the door handle. Then there was a knock at the door. "Danny can we go to bed now?" she asked.

  "Tammy Joe, I'm not sleeping with you," I said. "Good night."

  "Danny this isn't fair," she cried. "I love you. Can't you just let this go? It's not that big a deal."

  "Maybe not to you TJ," I said. "Goodnight."

  The next morning Tammy Joe awoke before I did. I heard her clunking around the house and then she left. I figured that she was dashing off to meet Ken and I really didn't care. I think it was the manipulation more than anything else that bothered me.

  I got up and took a long warm shower. One of the best things about being one of the owners of the company was that no one could tell me when to drag my ass in to work. I got dressed and was actually thinking about the drive into work, when I hear her come back into the house. She'd been gone for about a half hour. Ken must be a minute man, I thought.

  "Danny, breakfast," she called out. I didn't bother to reply.




Do Unto Others



When I went downstairs to get my keys and i-Pad, I noticed that she'd gone out and bought breakfast for us. Tammy Joe can't cook. She had it all spread out on the table; pancakes, maple syrup, bacon, the whole deal. And she'd made fresh coffee. It all looked really good. And I was hungry, but I passed right by and left the house.

  When I got to the office, I tried to concentrate on work. There were several times that I got on the internet and looked up articles on infidelity or cheating and the divorce rate. But I didn't really do anything about it. When I got home that night, Tammy Joe had dressed up. She really was spectacular dressed up and this time was no different. What struck me as funny that evening though, was that the bloom was off of the rose.

  One of the interesting things about human beings as a whole is the science of perception. We tend to only see the good, in things that we like. And when we're in love it's even worse. To be truthful, I took a good hard look at Tammy Joe that evening and saw for the first time, her flaws. She'd always been nice to me, when she got her way, but I had to admit that everyone thought she was a bitch.

  Tammy Joe's face had never been anything to write home about, but it had never mattered to me, because I loved her. Looking at her that evening let me see what I'd overlooked. And lastly, seeing her squeezed into that "too tight" dress opened my eyes to the fact that, while I'd always been attracted to her huge rack and rounded butt, her waistline had expanded quite a bit.

  "I thought that maybe we'd go to Texas Roadhouse for dinner tonight," she said quietly to me as I walked by.

  "No thanks," I said.

  "Danny, please give me a chance to make this up to you," she said. "I love you more than you'll ever know. There is nothing more important to me than us."

  "I'll think about it TJ," I said. That conversation did a lot towards rolling me back toward forgiving her. But for the next few days, I didn't talk to her much. Though I could see that she was miserable, I just wasn't ready to speak to her yet. The wound was still too fresh.

   I wondered how Laura had felt about it. Maybe she was upset too. I also wondered how Ken was taking having his ass kicked. I just wished that I'd thought about those things sooner. I remembered at the barbecue that I'd gotten the impression that things weren't good with Laura and Ken. Maybe that was why he was willing to let other guys fuck her. 

  While Laura was pretty, I simply wasn't willing to trade her or swap her for Tammy Joe. I loved Tammy Joe so much it hurt. I just really couldn't see living without her at that point, so I knew what I had to do. The next morning before I left, I did go into our bedroom and kiss Tammy Joe goodbye. She let out a little moan as I did it and tried to drag me into bed with her. "I missed you so much," she moaned.

  Then I shrugged my shoulders and left for work. I called Laura as soon as I got to the office. She seemed kind of down and my hackles were up. I wondered if that asshole had tried to take his ass kicking out on her.

  "Laura, are you okay?" I asked.

  "Not really," she said. I could hear the note of sadness in her voice.

  "What's wrong?" I asked.

  "Can you come over so we can talk?" she asked. I told her I could and asked for directions. I didn't feel comfortable going to her apartment and told her so. She gave me the location of a park near her place.

  I got to the park and as I saw Laura, the memory of her playing tennis near the beach that day came flooding back. She really was beautiful, but she belonged to that asshole.

  As she got closer I could see that she'd been crying.

  "What's wrong Laura? I'm sorry about what I did to Ken...Okay I'm not sorry. But I hope that he didn't try to take anything out on you."

  "Why would he do that?" she asked, puzzlement written all over her face.

  "Because he thinks that you and I had sex. And he thinks it was unfair for me to freak out when I caught him with Tammy Joe," I said.

  "That's what I'm the most upset about," she whimpered. "That you and I didn't actually..."

  "So you can tell him that and he'll leave you alone about it," I said. Laura just started crying. I pulled her over to a bench. 

  "Okay Laura, tell me what's wrong," I said.

  "I'm a whore," she cried. "I've messed up everything. And that's why I don't have a cance with you isn't it?"

  "What are you talking about?" I asked.

  "Your wife paid me to come to your house and offer myself to you on your birthday," She said. "I'm a college student. I have student loans, rent, tuition and bills. I have a part time job, but I barely make it. She offered me a thousand dollars for that afternoon. The money was too good to turn down. I had such a good time and I really liked you. It was only supposed to be a one-time thing, but she called again about a week later and I agreed again. To be honest I'd have done it for free." She stopped and wiped away her tears.

  "You never made a move on me at all either time. I found myself wondering what you were doing and hoping she'd call me again. When she called about the third time and told me to bring a swimsuit, I guess I got my hopes up. But I noticed how much attention you paid to her and how you looked at her. I realized that I had no chance because you really love her," she said.

  "Is that what Ken got upset about?" I asked. "He found out that you might have feelings for me?"

  She started laughing. "I never met Ken until the day of the barbecue. Your wife asked me to pick him up and bring him with me. When I got to your house, it was the first time I'd ever heard about him being my boyfriend. I thought it was some kind of role playing thing. I figured that as long as I got you, it was fine with me."

  All of a sudden I saw red all over again. I thanked Laura and got into my car. I called my lawyer as I drove back towards work and told him I needed to start divorce proceedings. The lawyer I was using now, Joe Colston, was a new member of the law firm. My original attorney had moved up in the company. He asked if I had a copy of my original pre-nup. I told him I could stop by home and fax or drop it off to him so he could get the ball rolling.

  The lump in my throat really wasn't as bad as I'd expected. Maybe it was because I had already been thinking for the previous few days about whether or not to get rid of Tammy Joe's cheating ass. I've mentioned that it was all of the manipulation and lies more than anything else that had me pissed at her, but this was just the icing on the cake.

  Okay, when it rains, it pours. And it was raining on me that week. I was so drenched that I never thought I'd ever get dry. I didn't want to get into a confrontation with Tammy Joe. I just wanted all of that shit to end. My plan was to park down the street and to sneak into the house quietly, retrieve the document I needed and go back to work. Of course it didn't work out that way.

  As I quietly opened the gate that led to my pool and deck, I saw Tammy Joe relaxing by the pool. She was flat on her back on one of our lounge chairs with the sun beaming down on her and those huge tits soaking up the sun.

  Unfortunately, Ken was between her legs fucking her for all she was worth as she relaxed. That "Dick Sucker" nickname also came into play because she was sucking off two other guys at the same time. I looked at the scene and suddenly I just stopped being quiet. I closed the gate and they were all frozen in their tracks. 

  "Oh noo!" said Tammy Joe.

  "Oh Shit!" said Ken. He moved away from Tammy Joe but tried to keep her between us. He went quickly over to the fence and tried to scale our 8 foot privacy fence. But he couldn't get a foothold. He was still barefoot and bare assed and wanted to try to climb the fence and run away buck naked, instead of having to face me. Maybe that ass kicking did make an impression on him.

  One of the other guys was trying to get dressed. I walked over towards the door to the house.

  Tammy Joe started crying. "Danny, you have to let me explain." I just laughed.

  "He's going into the house to get a weapon," said Ken. Having been inside of my house, Ken knew that I had a fairly large collection of swords and battle axes and other weapons.

  One of the guys tried to stop me from getting to the door. The other bolted for the gate, like Ken, he was still naked. The guy in front of me opened his mouth as if he was going to try to say something.

  I slapped the taste out of his mouth. "What?" I asked. He was still in shock over being slapped. "What?" I asked him again. Then I slapped him again and just pushed him out of my way. When I came out of the house with the document I needed, all three of the men were gone.

  "Danny, please," said Tammy Joe. I was surprisingly calm.

  "Say whatever you have to say to me, now Tammy Joe," I said. "Then I'm going back to work. When I come home tonight, I want you and all of your things gone. Less than a week ago, I offered you a nice divorce. I offered you the house, money and maybe we could still have managed to be friends some day when the pain was over. That offer has been rescinded. I'm going with the pre-nup. You'll get 10,000 dollars for each year that we've been married and not a dime more. I reached into my pocket for my checkbook and wrote her a check for 20,000 dollars. You can keep your car too."

  "No, Danny," she said. "I was just trying to fix things."

  "Tammy Joe, we're on the clock." I snapped.

  "Danny, to make things even and end things with Ken and Laura, I needed to give him two more times with me. You had Laura a total of three times, so to end things in a way that no one could be angry, I just had to do it," she said. "After I ended this I'd never do anything like this again."

  I just laughed at her and smiled. "Okay TJ," I said. "It makes sense. I understand."

  "You do?" she said smiling.

  "Yep, I finally understand what a lying, cheating, conniving, bitch you are," I said. "So I've changed my mind. Keep the check, but call yourself a cab. The car stays with me."

  "Why?" she whined.

  "Because you just told me at least two more lies," I said. "I spoke to Laura today. She and Ken met the day of the barbecue. I have a bigger chance of being her boyfriend than that asshole. So that means that you were lying about needing to make things even with him. Who were the other two guys? Why were they even here if this was about getting even with Ken? And then there's the fact that you paid Laura to be with me. Fuck you, get out of my house and my life, you cheating bitch."

  "But Danny, it wasn't cheating if we both did it. If you got to be with Laura, why shouldn't I get someone too?" she whined. "It was only sex. I don't love any of them. It was just something eating at me that I needed to try."

  "Look stupid," I said. "Call Laura and ask her for the truth. I never had sex with her, not even once. I loved you Tammy Joe. You were always enough for me. I never needed anyone else. And if this was something eating at you, it must not have eaten much, because there's a lot of you left." Then I walked away leaving her screaming and crying on the deck. 

  I dropped off the copy of the pre-nup with my new lawyer. He asked me when and where I'd like the papers served. I had no idea. So I told him to wait. I pulled out my cell phone and called home. When Tammy Joe answered, I pretended I was upset.

  "God damn it TJ, I've loved you for so long I'm just not sure how to go about living without you," I said. "It's been one thing being angry at you for the past week or so. But suddenly I'm faced with not having you in my life at all. I'm angry as hell, but I'm not sure I can take not seeing you. Can we talk about this one more time?" I asked her.

  "Yes, Danny," she said. "Anything you want, Honey. I'll do anything. I love you so much."

  "Dinner," I said. "Texas Roadhouse. Six o'clock tonight. Wear that tight red dress."

  "Should I wear panties under it?" she asked.

  "Maybe not," I said as if I was thinking about it. "But Tammy Joe, whether or not you wear anything under that dress you need to know two things going into this meeting. The first one is that you need to come in there ready to tell me the truth about everything that's been going on and why."

  "Okay," she said. "Danny what's the second thing?"

  "The second thing is that whether or not you're wearing panties, you are going to get fucked."

  "Oooh baby, I like the sound of that," she cooed.

  I turned back to the lawyer. "Serve the papers at six o'clock," I said. "Serve them at Texas Roadhouse."

  He just shook his head as I left. I know he was thinking about what a bastard I was, but he didn't know the whole story.

  The next few weeks were intense. She got a lawyer and tried to fight the divorce. My lawyer thought it was funny. She didn't try to change the pre-nup or nullify it. She didn't try to get more money or the house or anything. She just didn't want a divorce. She took out a full page ad in the local newspaper and declared her love for me. I remained both un-swayed and resolute.

  Finally the divorce was granted and I was free and able to start rebuilding my life. I wasn't nearly as much of a bastard as you think though. I could have walked away and left her with only that 20 grand, but I didn't. I really and truly had loved her. So I didn't want to see her with no means of support. I gave her a third of our savings and investments and the house.

  Apparently it wasn't enough. She used part of the money to go into therapy. She used some more to go on a couple of cruises that were supposed to help people work out sexual problems. I know she worked on these things because she kept emailing me to let me know about them. She often showed up at my new condo and tried to talk to me or other things. One of the most blatant was my birthday. She showed up in high heels and a trench coat, nothing else. 

  She told me that every year since we'd gotten together we'd had sex on our birthdays even before we got married. So she saw no reason to stop now. For me it was a really interesting offer, but I turned her down. She wouldn't hear of it and I ended up having to call the police.

  I missed her something awful but I was trying to move on. It was like I was trying to give her a going away party, but the bitch just refused to go away.

  One morning, soon after that event, I was on my way in to work and due to a detour for road repairs, had to drive down another street. Since I'd never driven down that street before there were lots of things I'd never seen. One of them was a little restaurant that had a small outdoor dining area. It looked like one of those little sidewalk cafes.

  For some reason I just decided then and there to go in and have breakfast. I don't know why I did it, but I'm glad I did. I sat there that morning eating a light breakfast of bacon, a muffin and a cup of coffee. I was thinking about how shitty my life was when it happened. I was miserable, my marriage was over. I'd been divorced for just under a year and I couldn't get over TJ because she refused to let me go.

  I also couldn't get over TJ because let's face it her body was a hard act to follow. Even though her gut had continued to balloon over the past year and she was getting close to becoming a legitimate sow, I couldn't get over her. Help came in the most unlikely of situations.

  Just as I sat there crying in my coffee. I mean that figuratively not literally. My luck changed. I'd been sitting there in the café eating my breakfast with my limited edition domestic super car, the Ford GT parked only a few yards away from me. Even though it was a year old, the car attracted a ridiculous amount of attention. Just as I was about to go out and drive it to work, the truck smashed into it. 

  The sound of the crash was so loud that everyone in the neighborhood heard it. There were pieces of the car's carbon fiber and aluminum shell scattered halfway down the block. The car had been an engineering marvel. Its manufacturing processes were nearly surgical in their accuracy and quality. But apparently they don't make em like they used to, because the 15 year old F-150 super cab that crashed into it, was barely scratched. 

  I went into shock at first and then ran to see if the driver of the truck was okay. I opened the door and stared into the most horrified eyes I'd ever seen. They were so pure a green that I lost my train of thought. An angel's face framed by a halo of red hair simply took my breath away. I'd have crushed Tammy Joe under a bulldozer to get a look at this woman.

  I asked her if she was okay. And she shrugged her shoulder and looked back at me. "I guess so," she said. "I knew my brakes were bad, but I didn't think they'd fail."

  "Shhh," I said. "Never volunteer any information. The owner of the car you destroyed might try to use that against you in any legal action."

  "Oooh thanks," she said. "What kind of car was it?" Is it badly damaged? I can't afford to pay very much for repairs." 

  "Ah, don't worry about that," I said. "Your insurance company will pay for it."

  "Shhh," she said, looking at me conspiratorially. "I don't have any insurance."

  "You're fucked," I said.

  "I haven't been yet," she smiled. 

  "I didn't mean it that way," I said. "That car was expensive and lots of people saw you hit it. I'm pretty sure that it's totaled."

  "When you say expensive, how much are we talking about?" she asked.

  "I'm pretty sure it was more than a hundred grand," I said. I saw her face tense up and suddenly she just looked as if she was going to drop. I grabbed for her and caught her before she hit the ground. All of that silky red hair fanned out as I carried her over to the grass and laid her down gently.

  The first thing I noticed about her was how light she was. She was shorter than Tammy Joe and was far more slender. She couldn't have weighed much over a hundred pounds.

  She woke up and smiled at me. Just then the ambulance got there. The technicians pushed me away from her and started to see to her. They pronounced her fine and told her that she should go to the hospital for observation anyway. The police came over to talk to her then. She started to tell them about her brakes and I shushed her. I told the officer that she'd told me that she didn't have a clue of what happened. One minute she was driving along, the next minute she hit the car. 

  Until her truck had been checked out they couldn't charge her with anything. She took and passed a breathalyzer test and they left. No one could tell them where the owner of the car was.

  I volunteered to take her to the hospital. Everyone was satisfied except her. She wanted to find the owner of the car and confess. I told her I'd take care of that after getting her to the hospital. I pulled out my cell phone and called a taxi. On the way to the clinic I called my office and told them I'd be late. I also arranged for someone from the office to go and get my SUV from my condo and bring it to me at the hospital. 

  She looked at me strangely. "I'm Allyson," She said. "Allyson Scott, can I ask you a couple of questions?"

  "I guess you have questions about the accident, huh?" I said, thinking that maybe she'd hit her head and was having trouble remembering things.

  "No, about you," she said pointedly.

  "Uhm, I guess," I said.

  "Okay, why did you call in to work and tell them that you'd be late. Just to take me to the hospital when I really don't want to go? Are you going to be in trouble?" she asked.

  "Because I want to make sure you're okay," I said. "Why don't you want to go?"

  "I'm asking the questions here, uhm..." she began.




Do Unto Others



"Daniel James Pane," I supplied. I bit my lip because I had to, otherwise I'd have laughed that this tiny woman thought she could give me orders.

  "No, I won't get into trouble at work," I laughed.

  "Okay then," she said. The way she said it made me fall even more in love with her. The two words blended almost into one. Her tone lifted slightly at the end of it. I was having real trouble keeping my concentration as I looked into those green fires that she called eyes. I couldn't figure this shit out at all. I should be really pissed about her defective brakes destroying my GT. Plus I really didn't go for the tiny or petite women. She simply wasn't my type. Her tits were barely bigger than bumps on her chest. If I slapped her on her ass it probably wouldn't even jiggle. Why was I obsessed with her?

  "If you have a car, why are we in a cab? And what did you mean by have him bring my other car?" she asked.

  "Uhm, I only drive my SUV in the winter, or on days that it rains," I said. "Oh, I drive it when I shop or need to carry things too."

  "So what do you drive the rest of the time, Daniel James Pane?" she asked.

  "The Ford GT that you crushed," I said quietly. Her eyes got so big it was comical. She was so sorry that it showed all over her face.

  "I'm so sorry about that," she said. "If it takes me the rest of my life, I'll pay you back." the look on her face was so earnest and truly sorry that my heart melted. I almost missed it when she threw in, "As soon as I get a job, or a place to stay."

  "Where have you been staying?" I asked.

  "In my truck," she said. "But the police have it now." I just started laughing as hard as I could. 

  For the rest of the afternoon, things moved quickly. We went to the hospital and got her checked out. Except for a few bruises from the impact she was fine. Since she figured that she owed me something, I convinced her to stay in my spare bedroom until her truck was released. I assured her that the door had a lock on it and she was free to use it.

  "Give me your word that you won't try any funny stuff," she said. I did and she nodded her head.

  "I'd hate to have to hurt you, when you've been so nice to me," she said seriously. I took her shopping and she was not happy. I bought her several outfits like the ones she was wearing which consisted of jeans and tennis shoes. But I also insisted that she get several skirts and nice blouses and a couple of good pairs of shoes.

  "I already owe you more money than I'll ever make in my lifetime," she said. "Why do I need all of these fancy outfits. I appreciate the jeans but I'm not gonna wear them skirts."

  "You have to Ally," I said. "You can't wear jeans to work."

  "I don't have a job, Daniel James Pane," she smirked.

  "I think I can get you one where I work," I said. 

  "Cleaning or stock?" she asked. 

  "You'll see when we get there tomorrow," I laughed. I took Allyson home to my condo. She loved it and wandered around looking at everything. She offered to cook something for us but I told her that she was too shaken up from the accident and ordered us the bachelor's best friend. The pizza was hot and delicious, made more so by her company. 

  Allyson had taken a warm bath while we waited for it to be delivered and we ran into our first problem. She came out of the bathroom in just a towel. I'd bought her new underwear, but we hadn't bought her any sleeping outfits. I gave her an old pair of my pajamas and she rolled up the sleeves and the pant legs and it became the sexiest lingerie I'd ever seen. 

  She fell asleep in front of my fireplace and I covered her up with a blanket and went to my room to sleep. I'd known Allyson for just over 12 hours and it had been the first time in ages that I hadn't even thought about Tammy Joe.

  The next morning she awoke on the couch and looked around. She went into the bathroom just as I was coming out.

  "Put on one of the skirts and blouses," I said. "We're going to work."

  I introduced Allyson to my coworkers and partners. "This is Allyson, my new assistant," I said. She looked at me really strangely. She was a very quick study and a very hard worker. In under a month she was performing very efficiently. We did have a few issues. The police had declared her truck a rolling road hazard. They would only release it to a qualified garage. The truck would cost more to repair than it was worth. She got a ticket for not having any insurance, which I loaned her the money for. 

  Allyson was cooking and cleaning the condo, besides working as my assistant. I told her that I had a cleaning lady to do the cleaning. And I thought Ally was probably too tired to do it when she got home from work each day. 

  "I don't mind doing it," she said. "After all you've done for me it's the least I can do. But you won't have to worry about me for very much longer."

  "Why not?" I asked.

  "I found an apartment today," she said. "It's small and not nearly as nice as this. But I can easily afford it on what you overpay me. So, maybe I can start paying you back."

  I was stunned, but I just nodded my head. I guess I should have told her that I didn't want her to move. But for some reason I just couldn't say anything. Maybe it was because of the way Tammy Joe had manipulated me but I didn't say a word.

  The next big shock came; a couple of weeks later, when we got home and she announced that she had a date. "One of the guys at work was nice enough to ask me out," she said. "He's going to show me the city." I wondered what else he wanted to show her, but I didn't say anything.

  As Allyson got ready for her date, I stewed. When she came out she looked beautiful. I was more pissed. I was even angrier than when I caught Tammy Joe fucking Ken. I didn't say a word to her. I did hope the guy came to the door though, so I could fire him the next day.

  "Okay, I'm leaving now," she said cheerfully. "Don't wait up, I may be very late."

  "Just go!" I said. She smiled at me and opened the door. She looked back at me again, as if I was supposed to do or say something. What was she expecting? Was I supposed to politely wish for her to go out and have a good time, while I was sitting here wishing that she was with me? Does Hallmark make an, "I hope you have a good fuck," greeting card?

   I spent the evening pacing around the apartment. At 10 p.m. I thought about calling her, but I didn't. I was saved from doing it when my phone rang. I answered it thinking it was her.

  "Allyson, are you okay," I blurted out.

  "Is that the name of the little red headed bitch you've been taking to lunch?" asked Tammy Joe's angry voice. "What the fuck is your problem Danny? I'm in therapy and doing everything I can to repair our marriage. You can't even give me a mercy fuck on our birthdays but you can take some stranger to lunch every day?"

  I almost started laughing. I would have if I wasn't so angry at Allyson. "Tammy Joe, the term divorce means that we are not married anymore. We have no marriage for you to repair. You needed to go out and experiment with screwing other people. I didn't share that need. Now we're both free to do whatever we want. You can go out and swing or do gangbangs or whatever you call it. I can take pretty redheads to lunch."

  "I don't know Danny," said Tammy Joe. "She's kind of tiny. I might have to fuck her up. If you care anything about her, you'd better get rid of her."

  I just laughed and hung the phone up. At one a.m. Allyson came into the condo. I ran into my room when I heard her key in the door. The next morning she didn't say a word but she looked really fucking happy. I avoided speaking to her all day and I didn't take her to lunch.

  When she came into my part of our office at luchtime, I told her I was too busy to stop working but she should enjoy her lunch anyway. She told me that we could order something and have it brought it in. I told her that I wasn't hungry and couldn't spare the time. She looked hurt, but Caroline swooped in and pulled her away. 

  My cell phone rang at three p.m. "Smart move, Danny," said Tammy Joe. "I was really going to hurt that little girl. You belong to me and I'm going to get you back. Besides, she's not your type." I hung up the phone.

  The next four nights were a repeat of the previous one. Allyson had a date every fucking night it seemed like. Things grew steadily worse with us. Finally, I asked her when she was moving out. I just couldn't take it anymore.

  "Soon," was all she said. But for some reason she didn't seem to be very happy about it.

  That night a little after Allyson left for her date. Someone knocked on my door. I thought it might be Tammy Joe, but it was Joe Dawson the head of maintenance for my condo complex. He was a good guy and we'd become friendly if not friends.

  "Mr. Pane, why are you treating her like that?" he asked.

  "Treating who like what?" I asked him back. I just knew Tammy Joe had something to do with this.

  "Miss Allyson," he said. "Why are you being so mean to her? That woman is crazy about you. You're all she talks about. Look, I know you went through a rough divorce and your ex-wife is a bitch, but Allyson isn't like that. She doesn't deserve the shit you..."

  I held up my hand for him to stop. "What the fuck are you talking about Joe?" I asked.

  "Well, you bring your women home every damned night, right in front of her. And then you make her leave the condo so you can..." he said. I just started laughing and opened the door further, showing him my empty home.

  "Joe, you have this totally wrong," I said. "Allyson is the one with the dates. SHE goes out every damned night."

  He suddenly looked at me strangely. Then he laughed out loud. "Sorry I bothered you Mr. Pane." His laughter pissed me off.

  "Joe what is going on?" I asked. He looked at me and laughed again. 

  "It's the same thing my mother did to my dad," he said. "It looks like you're falling for it too. Come on."

  I followed Joe downstairs into the lobby. We went through the lobby and into the laundry room. Each condo had its own washer and dryer so very few of the residents ever visited the laundry room. He quietly opened the door just a crack and told me to look in.

  There sitting in a chair reading a book and yawning was Allyson. I backed away from the door. 

  "Her date must've cancelled on her tonight," I said. "Poor girl, I wonder why she didn't just come home?"

  "She does this EVERY night," he said. I got a little bit pissed because she was trying to run a game on me, just like Tammy Joe had. I knew just how to fix her. But I was also relieved that she really wasn't dating anyone.

  Two hours later Joe called me and told me that Allyson was on her way home. I slipped out of the condo and turned off all of the lights. I went down the back stairway got into my car and drove down the block. A few minutes later I saw Allyson in the building's doorway looking out to see if my car was gone.

  I waited a half hour and then went home. My fly was unzipped, there was lipstick on my collar and my shirt was miss-buttoned as if I'd had to dress in the dark.

  When I walked in the room Allyson was sitting on the couch with her arms folded across her chest looking pissed. The fire in those green eyes was really scary. "Where were you?" she practically screamed at me. She got off the couch and came over and looked at me closely.

  "I had a date too," I said smiling. She saw that my pants were unzipped and saw the lipstick on my collar. She started crying and ran into her room.

   I knocked on the door. I heard only sobbing coming from inside. I slowly pushed the door open and saw her lying face down on her bed. It was all I could do not to laugh at her. Over the past few weeks, I'd realized that though I hadn't said anything about it, I had very strong feelings for Allyson. 

  I guess that though seeing her in pain hurt me, a part of me felt she deserved it for playing those stupid games. If she was trying to manipulate me the way Tammy Joe had, I wanted nothing else to do with her. She turned to face me and my heart just melted. She looked so forlorn, that I wanted to kick myself for doing this to her.

  "I'll leave in the morning while you're at work," she said. "Unless, you want me gone sooner?"

  "Allyson, don't," I said. 

  "How could I have been so stupid?" she asked in a wail of tears. It was then that I noticed how quickly she could go from startlingly beautiful to really funny looking, at the drop of a hat. Take any attractive woman, have her screw up her face with tears and crying and you'll see what I mean. The thought of it made me laugh again.

  "I never wanted to do any of this," she cried. "It was all Caroline's idea. And look what it got me?"

  "Ally, what are you talking about?" I asked. Maybe she mistook my bemused expression for not caring or laughing at her. But in the blink of an eye, her sorrow turned to anger.

  "Oooh, God, you're an ass," she snapped. "Why couldn't I love someone who wasn't broken?"

  I was floored. My mouth dropped open as she glared at me. "You," I said pointing at her. "Love," I threw in. And I have to tell you the word tasted nasty and foreign on my tongue. I never expected to say that word ever again after Tammy Joe. "Me?" I asked curiously.

  "Why the hell would you care?" she snapped. "It's just something else for you to laugh about while you go out oat sowing with every woman that crosses your path."

  "What are you talking about Ally?" I asked. 

  "I'm not stupid," she snapped. "You come in here smelling like perfume, you've got lipstick on your collar and your clothes are all messed up after your..."DATE."

   "Well, let's look at the evidence, Ally," I said. "Maybe you are stupid." She looked at me as if she was going to say something. But I cut her off by putting my hand over her mouth.

  "Can we talk about this calmly without all of the yelling?" I asked her. She nodded and as soon as I moved my hand she started again. 

  "I just kn..." she screamed before I cut her off again. This time I covered her mouth with my own. Allyson has the softest, sweetest lips I've ever touched. At first she resisted and then she melted into me. Finally her arms came up and she started kissing me back. She rolled me over onto my back and hungrily devoured my lips.

   Then just as suddenly she backed off. "I shouldn't be doing this. You just got back from fucking some whore and you called me stupid," she said.

   "Then why are you doing it?" I asked, teasing her. 

   "Because I..." she uttered before clamping her lips shut.

   "Luuuuv me," I said, snarkily.

   "I do not," she snapped.

   "You already said it. No take backs," I said. "Ally, look at the lipstick on my collar."

   She looked at it, and seemed to get angrier. "Where else do you have lipstick?" she asked.

   "Over there on your dresser, Ally." I said. "It's your lipstick, Brainiac. The perfume you smelled is yours too." She just looked at me strangely.

  "I just beat you at your own game," I said. "Ally, if I wanted to go oat sowing with anyone, it would be you. Your plan did work I was really jealous of the guys you went out with, but I just couldn't say anything. It's hard to trust anyone after what my ex put me through." Ally just nodded and held out her arms to me. I wanted to find out whether or not I could trust her, so I didn't tell her what I knew. I wanted to see if she'd come clean.

  "For 5 straight nights, you've been out on date after date, while I sat home feeling jealous," I said. "I wanted to let you know that I could go out too and let you see how it felt."

  "I didn't want to do it," she said. "Caroline told me that you were broken and you'd never let me know how you felt about me one way or another if I didn't push you. All I ever wanted was for you to tell me not to go. Then I'd know if you felt anything for me, but you never did. So I had to keep going out." She started smiling then. "I never went out anywhere or with anyone. I just went down to the laundry room and read my book," she said quietly. "You love me too."

  "I never said that," I told her, looking as serious as I could.

  "You didn't have to," she said. "That kiss told me everything I needed to know. You'd better watch it buster. I'm not the kind of girl you should make angry."

  During the weeks to come, our admitted feelings blossomed into a full-fledged romance. At first we tried to keep it a secret at work, but everyone there knew us too well. Within the first two days people were looking at me and saying things like, "Wow, it looks like you finally got your head out of your ass and got over the Trailer Park Blow Job Queen." There was also my favorite. "Jeezus Danny, whatever drug you're on, sign me up." 

  Caroline of course was the first one to actually figure it out. The woman is uncanny. It's probably the reason Marty married her. We'd just come back from a staff meeting. All three of the partners, George, Marty and myself, were there along with Caroline, Thom and Allyson. 

  Caroline kept looking back and forth between Ally and me. Suddenly, Caroline, though known for her perceptiveness but not her tact just blurted it out. "You two are fucking aren't you? My God, you're in love!" she said.

  "Carrie, what makes you think something that ridiculous," asked her hubby. Marty was one of my best and longest termed friends. "He's still not over Dick Sucker, yet. There's no way he wants to have anything to do with any woman. Not that hearing that will stop you from constantly trying to hook him up."

  "Allyson, go over and stand next to him," ordered Caroline. Allyson came over and stood next to me. She carefully avoided looking at me. 

  "See," yelled Caroline. "Did you see the way she just lights up? Shit, how the hell did they pull this off right under my nose?"

  That June marked two very important changes in my life. First, I married Allyson and we bought a big beautiful house together to start the rest of our lives. Secondly, I bought myself a brand new Customized Mustang Shelby GT 500KR super snake.

  Driving that car is an experience. It's not a sports car like the GT was. It's a muscle car. The differences are a totally American thing. The car has so much power that my tires aren't lasting more than a couple of months. And driving it is a much more visceral experience. When I put my foot on the gas pedal, the seat just pushes me forward so fast that its breath taking. At the same time, the confrontation between the car's acceleration and the resisting G-forces make you feel as if you're being crushed in a vice. 

  The GT had a lot of power, but this thing has nearly 800 horsepower. It's awesome. I also keep it away from anything Allyson drives. I did buy her a new F-150 though. I can't seem to keep that woman away from trucks. 

  Allyson, of course, is my soul mate. We have none of the doubts or conflicts that I had with Tammy Joe. We fit together like tires and rims. Neither of us is any good without the other.

  Speaking of Tammy Joe, when she found out that I was going to re-marry she was fit to be tied. The first time she ran into Ally and I, was not pretty.

  A famous line from the movie Aliens was used. "Get away from him you, bitch!" screamed Tammy Joe at the top of her lungs. Allyson calmly walked up to her and looked at her, scanning her from top to bottom. Tammy Joe was breathing so hard, that she was almost hyper ventilating. I'm telling you a lot of the men there, ruined some perfectly good fruit of the looms watching those massive tits expand and contract with every breath.

  I was proud of myself though, because apparently I'd grown up. Her humongous heaving hooters, failed to get the usual reaction from me. My days of being stupified, spellbound and subordinated by her tits were clearly over.




Do Unto Others



"That's her huh?" asked Allyson. She looked at me and I nodded my head. "Well, she'll never have to worry about drowning."

  "If you don't leave my husband alone, I'll..." began Tammy Joe.

  "Nuh unh," said Allyson calmly and shaking her head. "He's not your husband any more. You're divorced."

  "That was just a stupid legal formality," sneered Tammy Joe. She'd picked up a few more pounds since I'd seen her last. It all seemed to be gathered in the three B's though. Her boobs, butt and belly were all larger.

  "I've got three words for you," yelled Tammy Joe. "Leave Danny alone."

  "I've got two for you," said Ally. "Sit ups and breath mints."

  I laughed my ass off. It was really funny. At the same time, it was also hot as hell having two women fighting over me. It also really helped me more than anything else to realize that I'd moved forward with my life. Allyson was everything I'd always wanted in a woman. Comparing not just the two women but the differences in how I felt about them was cathartic.

  With Tammy Joe, it was like a teenaged romance. It burned extremely hot, but it was full of ups and downs. I was constantly jumping through hoops to impress her. It felt as if I had to constantly re-win her love. It was as if I was under a microscope every day. I loved her terribly but we were just incompatible. We were always trying out new things because we needed a constant source of new thrills to keep the relationship fresh and stop us from stagnating together.

  Tammy Joe's need to experiment sexually was brought on by two things. Though she'd never admit it, she was obsessed by the gangbang where she'd lost her virginity and had a need to prove that it hadn't broken her. The second was that though she claimed to love me, and I really can't fully disprove that she did, I don't think that I was enough for her. That was why it was so important that I participate in the swinging thing with her. She'd get the fucking she needed but still keep me for her emotional needs.

  With Ally, everything was different. We were the same or compatible in every facet of our relationship. We didn't have the need to experiment or do anything. We were happy just to be with each other. Our love wasn't characterized by the ups and downs I'd suffered through with TJ. We just loved each other no matter what. I had no need to prove myself to her and vice versa. We each just knew that we'd be together forever. When Ally told me that she loved me, it was more than words, I could feel it.

  The next major laugh in my life came when I got home one day and found Tammy Joe sitting on my couch. I was about to call the police since I wasn't into hitting women. "Tammy Joe, where's Ally?" I screamed. I really thought she'd hurt her or done something to her.

  "I'm right here, silly," said Ally from behind me. I turned around and grabbed her and hugged her as hard as I could.

  "Danny, I'm fine," she said. "Tammy Joe just came over to apologize."

  "Whuh?" I asked. I was sure that it was a scam.

  "My therapist told me that I had to finally just admit that I've lost you, due to my own selfish actions and move on with my life," said Tammy Joe.

  "Allyson had nothing to do with our break up and I was wrong to take it out on her. I came over here to apologize and she was gracious enough to accept my apology. I hope that eventually we can become friends. Perhaps someday, when the hurt of what I did to you has faded, you and I can be friends too," said Tammy Joe. She smiled what seemed to be a sincere smile. 

   "Ho boy. Give this bitch an Oscar," I thought. But in the days to come it seemed as if I was wrong. Tammy Joe and Allyson seemed to be becoming friends. Over the next few weeks they started to spend more and more time together. It wasn't unusual for me to come home and find the two of them lounging around our pool in swimsuits. And whenever Ally wasn't looking, TJ would bend over and make sure I got a look at her tits or that ass.

   The three of us even had dinner together a few times and I have to admit that they weren't terrible and we had a good time. Then Tammy Joe lowered the boom on us. One night after we'd had a barbecue... (Damn, what is it about grilled meat that seems to always start these things)... she made a suggestion.

  We were all full of good food and feeling good, as the moonlight shone down on us. "Why don't we take this inside," said Tammy Joe. 

  "I'm not sure I feel like watching a movie on a night like this," I said. "This whole romantic moonlight thing brings another activity to mind."

  "That's exactly what I was talking about," said Tammy Joe. Her voice was so thick with lust that her words all ran together. She sounded like she was drunk but none of us had drank anything more than one or two beers.

  "What the fuck are you talking about TJ?" asked Ally. She was on her feet and her hackles were up.

  "Allyson, you're Danny's wife. I used to be Danny's wife. We have that in common," said Tammy Joe. "You told me that you understood, when I told you that I still love him. I've also told you that I have very strong feelings for you too. I think we should ALL be together in a relationship. I don't want to fight you over him, so let's share him and share each other too."

  "Bitch, you need to get out of my house now," said Ally. It was the angriest I'd ever seen her.

  "Look little girl, I've let you keep him so far, but you don't have any of the things you need to keep Danny satisfied long term," said Tammy Joe. She adjusted her bra and accidentally let one of her breasts escape its confinement.

  "Is that true Danny," asked Ally, looking at me with a laser like glance. It was like on Star Trek when the enemy ships scan each other to assess the situation and strengths of their opponent.

  "Fuck no," I said. "I've told you from the beginning that I didn't want to have shit to do with her. Sweetie, I also told you about how Tammy Joe is. To quote Rick James, "The girl's a super freak." I told you about her trying to get me into swinging and all of that other bullshit. But I've also told you, too many times to recount, that you and I are permanent and that we don't need anyone else. I divorced Tammy Joe, because I wasn't enough for her. I love you so much more than I ever loved her. I wouldn't want to share you with anyone, EVER."

   "Get out of my house," Allyson told Tammy Joe. "There's something twisted about you. You're not like a real woman at all. You're like one of those fake women from the porno movies, who have sex with other women, so men can watch. They make you think that every guy has that fantasy of seeing two women together. I've never met any woman in real life who wants to stick her face in another girl's pussy. Even if they do exist, I'm just not one of them. And your little plan also seems to include me being willing to share my husband with you. That won't ever fucking happen. I'm enough for him."

  "You just made the worst fucking mistake of your life, little girl," snapped Tammy Joe. "I'm still going to get him back. But now it's going to cost you a lot more and probably be very painful. Just watch, you're going to think back on this and wish you'd taken my offer. We all could have been very happy together. Danny is mine, but out of the goodness of my heart I was going to share him with you."

  Tammy Joe looked at me. "Danny, I've been in therapy and I've cured all of my sexual issues. But to be truthful, it wasn't the shrinks that cured me. Anyone can change if they want to badly enough. I realized that having a bunch of guys who didn't give a damn about me, using my body, didn't give me half as much pleasure as lying on the couch watching a movie with you did. I changed for you. I was willing to share you if I had to, just to get you back in my life. But it was only going to be a temporary thing anyway."

  Over the next few weeks we never saw Tammy Joe again. We did hear stories and just assumed that she'd gotten angry and fell off the wagon. I heard stories about her living up to her old nickname and sucking off gangs of guys in the back of bars and other things that I really hoped weren't true. I guess deep down inside, I felt sorry for Tammy Joe. My accountant also told me that Tammy Joe had nearly blown through all of the money I gave her in the divorce. If she didn't slow down she might even lose the house since she'd missed her last mortgage payment. Even if she slowed down, if I didn't give her another large chunk of cash, she was going to have to get a job.

  We also heard that Tammy Joe had started seeing Bobby McGillicuddy. Bobby was Mayor McGillicuddy's son. He was a few years younger than Tammy Joe and I. But he'd made up for his lack of years with his knack for getting into trouble and being a real douche bag. It had started when he got into college. I can remember hearing about no less than three sexual assault cases against him. Two of them had been settled out of court and the third was plea bargained down to 2nd degree criminal sexual conduct. CSC2 got Bobby probation and community service. He was also listed as a sex offender in the county, but it beat going to jail for a long time. It was also, for some reason, never mentioned in the papers, so his father kept getting re-elected.

  I wondered what the hell Tammy Joe would hang out with someone like Bobby for. But then it started to make sense to me really. They actually had a lot in common. Both of them were kind of out there, when it came to sexual things. Bobby might have been wild enough to keep Tammy Joe from becoming bored. And Tammy Joe was definitely willing, so Bobby could avoid jail. Then there was the fact that Tammy Joe needed money and Bobby was the Mayor's son. It was a match made in hell. 

  *  *  *  *  *  *

  Two weeks later I had the worst experience of my life. I was getting ready to go home and thinking of Allyson, when an old friend of mine, Dave Peterson, who was now the county Sheriff, showed up.

  "Danny, I need you to come down to the hospital with me," he said. "Danny I'm so sorry."

  "Dave, what are you talking about?" I asked. He drove all the way to the hospital with the siren on. I was sure that Ally was dead. Dave told me that she wasn't, but he wouldn't say anything else.

  When I got there, the doctors had trouble looking me in the eyes. They led me to a small room where I opened the door and saw Ally curled up in a ball against the wall. I went over to her and started talking to her. I asked her what was wrong. She wouldn't look at my face and she wouldn't talk to me. Tears rolled down her face and she just curled up tighter. I started to gently rub her back and she sighed.

  I started to move away from her and she grunted. "That's a good sign," said a voice from behind me. I turned and saw a chunky but attractive older woman standing there. She turned out to be Ally's doctor.

  "You're the first person she's allowed to touch her since we found her this afternoon," the woman told me.

  "What the fuck happened to her?" I asked.

  "Your wife was drugged and attacked," the woman said slowly and carefully. I got the idea that she was trying to keep all of the emotion out of her voice.

  "Who?" I hissed.

  "We have no idea and she wouldn't tell the police or anyone else anything," said the doctor. "She seems to be a lot less traumatized than I'd expected."

  "Danny," said a small voice from behind us. 

  I left the doctor standing there and went to see Ally. "Yes, Honey," I said.

  "Do you still want to be married to me?" she asked in a very tiny, very quiet voice.

  "Ally, are you out of your mind?" I asked her. "I've loved you since the first day I saw you. Remember, when you wrecked my car?"

   "I've still got to pay you back for that," she mumbled.

  "Ally, you've paid me back for that already," I said.

  "How?" she asked. 

  "With all of the love you give me, Honey. That's worth so much more than a car," I said.

  "Take me home, Danny," she said. "These people are stupid. They can't help me. I only need you to take care of me. I want to go home now!"

  I took off my jacket to cover her up with, and picked her up. She was still so tiny, but she seemed more fragile now. The doctor started to move in front of me, but one glance from my hardening eyes told her that it wasn't a wise move.

  "Sir, we have more tests to do and..." she looked at me again and noticed the anger in my eyes. "Well, we've done everything that's really necessary. But we'd like to see her again uhm... whenever you can bring her back.

   I nodded and carried her out to my car. Before I got to the door, Dave came over to us. "Danny, I have some questions I need to ask her."

  "Dave, she's the victim not the criminal," I said. "You should be out looking for the bastards who did this. Someone out there has to have seen something. You really need to hope that you find them before I do. You do remember what I can do, don't you?"

  Dave suddenly stepped back and reflexively put his hand near his gun. "Sorry, Danny," he said. I sat down in a chair near the door with Ally on top of me. I waved at the security guard who came over.

  "You're a law-enforcement professional right?" I asked. The security guard puffed out his chest.

  "You just saw what happened between me and the sheriff a few moments ago right?" I asked.

  "You mean when he grabbed his service weapon?" asked the guard.

  "That's all I needed, thanks," I said. As the guard walked away confused, Dave looked at me.

  "What was that about?" he asked.

  "I now have a witness, that for no reason, you almost drew your gun on me while I was holding the victim of a crime that your department hasn't done shit towards solving. I don't think either the newspapers or the voters would appreciate hearing that the people who are supposed to be protecting them are threatening unarmed citizens instead of protecting them," I said.

  "But Danny, it's not like that," he said.

  "Dave, until this is taken care of, it's like that. I'll be bringingyers and private security people and whatever I have to in order to make sure she's safe."

  "Danny, can I come over to your house later today? It'll just be me, and ask her a few questions?" he asked.

  "She's been through a lot," I said. "I'll call you when she's up to it."

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  It was a few days before Ally felt better. Dave came over and asked her his questions. I knew that he had to in order for him to even try to find the guys responsible. But it was still hard on me to watch. Finally Dave asked me if I could leave the room. My instincts to protect her from any and all unpleasantness were counterproductive.

  When Dave left, I was pissed all over again. I could see that having to describe what happened and anything she could remember about the men, make that the animals that'd done this, was like forcing her to relive it. Like ripping the scab off of a wound before it has had a chance to heal.

  "We'll get through this Ally," I told her. "We'll be fine."

  "You don't want me to leave?" she asked.

  I was shocked again. "Ally, why would you even ask that?" I asked her. "I love you more than anything in the world. Why the hell would I want you to leave? I hate even going to work because we have to be apart for that long."

  She just smiled and grabbed my hand. "I love you too, you dummy," she said with one tear running down her cheek. "But everyone doesn't think that way."

  "Anyone who promised to be with you forever would," I said firmly. 

  "Not if they thought I was damaged goods," she said. I just looked at her. I didn't know what she was going on about. But I knew when she was ready she'd tell me.

  It took a few weeks before Ally was really on the way to healing. Some things recovered quicker than others. The first few days after it happened, we were never apart. We even had to go to the bathroom together. She couldn't bear for me to be away from her even for a few moments. Let me tell you it was torture. No man in his right mind wants to see some of the things that women do in the bathroom. I'm still scarred for life by some of the things that my beautiful wife routinely does.

  One of the things that I expected to take a long time to recover was our sex life. I was wrong. Almost as soon as the bruises healed, Ally wanted me. It was as if she needed to be sure that our connection there was unchanged. I very gently and very slowly made love to her and she just never wanted it to end. That was one of the things that assured me that the two of us were fine. The problem was getting Ally to leave the house and getting her to feel comfortable around other people.

  Tammy Joe came over to visit us one evening and apologized again for how she'd been before. She commented on how different Ally was, but claimed she hadn't heard what happened to her. That set my alarm bells ringing full blast because almost everyone we knew had heard about it. Some didn't know that it was Ally that it happened to but everyone had heard.

   Another thing that was strange about it was that several of the people who'd come over to offer their condolences and well wishes to us, associated with Tammy Joe regularly. If they all knew, why didn't she? I got a bad feeling about the whole thing.

  Throughout the ordeal, I'd managed to avoid asking Ally about it. I didn't ask how it happened or what happened or how many. I wanted her to understand that the most important thing to me was that she'd survived and she knew that I still loved her and always would. It took a long time for her to get her self-respect back. It was weeks before she'd even wear a swimsuit in our own pool. There was a long period of time when I had to go with her and sit in the salon while she got her hair cut and styled. And there were far more trips to the mall than I ever wanted to have.

  One evening in the early fall, during what I call the saddest time of the year. That period when we start to get colder temps when it became necessary to put my Mustang up for the winter and drive my SUV, it happened.

  Ally and I were sitting on our deck watching the stars in our two person hammock. We had a blanket over us and were just enjoying being together.

  "I love you, Danny," she said.

  "I know that silly," I told her.

  "No you don't," she said quietly. "People always talk about that. They say it far too easily. Most of the time when someone says I love you, they don't mean it. What they mean is that right now you're the best person that I can get, so I'll do what I have to do to keep you. Sometimes they mean you're someone that I can get along with, so maybe we'll stay together so we aren't alone. Sometimes, Danny, all they mean is that you're pretty and I like fucking you." She said the last part louder and her voice was more intense. Something about the way she said it let me know that things were about to change.

  "You're different from him," she said. "I think I knew that from the start. I think it was because I picked you myself. I don't know but this thing just keeps growing in me and I'm losing control of it."

  "Ally, I..." I began. But some bit of divine wisdom suddenly made me shut the hell up and just let her talk.

  "Danny when we first became a couple, I sat down with you and pumped you for information. I wanted to know everything about you. I wanted to know everything about your past relationships and everything. You were an open book. You told me your whole God damned life story, but I cheated. I listened to you talk about everything including all of the times you were embarrassed or humiliated or just fucked up. You told me about Tammie Joe and every other woman you dated. You opened your heart to me, but I never told you anything about my past. I think you knew that I didn't want to talk about it and you gave me the greatest gift that anyone ever has.." she said.




Do Unto Others...



It was late but I wanted to finish my current assignment before I left for the evening. My name is Janelle Scott and I am one of the youngest rising stars in the Manhattan investment firm of Cohen & Black. It's as hard as they say it is for women to succeed in business, even harder for a young, black woman like myself.. I am on track to be an executive within the company. One reason for that is I don't play or BS, most of my coworkers think I am a complete self serving bitch. This is true the only things that matter to me are getting ahead, designer clothes, expensive cars and being the best. I was in for a rude awakening this very evening. The office had been deserted and I was the last one burning the midnight oil. I could here the evening cleaning crew moving about as they cleaned and emptied garbage cans. A short Mexican man entered my office with a large bin on wheels. 

"Good Evening, Ma'am here to empty your trash," he said politely.

I flicked my hand towards the can dismissively. He emptied the can and left quickly and I noticed he left his cart behind. I was annoyed this man had left his garbage bin in my office. I would send building management an email to have him fired. He returned a minute later with two other men and a butch looking woman. 

"Can I help you," I asked in an agitated voice.

The taller Spanish looking man spoke.

"No bitch, but we're going to help you, " he said angrily as he made his way around my desk. Before I knew it he had smacked me so hard the entire chair fell straight back onto the floor with me in it. My face was on fire and I was in total shock as I looked up at my Prada heels and the ceiling. I was frozen but my tear filled vision came back to full focus. The man who slapped had the name "Raul" sewn onto his shirt. He pulled me awkwardly to my feet. I was still foggy from the punishing blow.

"You fucking bitch. You've treated us like dirt for the last time," Raul yelled in my face.

I was terrified. I wanted to scream but nothing would come out. Raul took both his hands and ripped my White button up blouse, spewing buttons around the room. My fellow female coworkers thought I dressed a little too sexy for the office. Sexy but professional was the look I was going for and assumed I achieved it because they were jealous of the looks and attention I received. I was five foot seven with a light honey brown complexion. With my hazel eyes and nice curves, I considered myself quite beautiful and so did men. After violently relieving me of my blouse, they all gawked at my black lace D cup bra. I tried to cover up with my arms but the short Mexican and the white guy held each arm by my wrist tightly. They pulled my arms outstretched to each side as I struggled. 

"Please no, don't do this I am sorry," my pleas went unheard as Raul stepped in front of me. He reached under the bottom of each wired cup of my bra and pulled straight up. My honey colored breast were now fully exposed with nipples erect to the cold office air. Raul grabbed each nipple and pinched hard pulling them both down forcefully. They both hurt badly and were getting sore from the abuse. I struggled to get an arm free with no success. I could feel my mascara filled tears stream down my cheeks just knowing they were streaking my MAC foundation. My nipples were on fire as my gaggle of onlookers rejoiced. To make matters worse, I could see the butch looking black girl was filming this on her cell phone. 

"Whose first," Raul asked.

I dreaded to think about what else they had in store for me.

"Me first," said the short Mexican.

"Alrighty, then Manny get to it," Raul said as he took my arm from Manny.

"Turn the bitch around, Manny told the men as they then followed his direction. 

I was now bent over the desk as my wrists were still held outstretched. My inflamed nipples were soothed by the coolness of the glass top desk. Now looking down through the glass I could see Manny walk up behind me. He smacked my ass hard forcing me up to my tiptoes. My ass stung as his dirty work boot kicked my legs apart.The heels of my five inch black patent Prada heels were barely touching the floor. I felt like a perp on one of those episodes of Cops being forced onto the hood of the police car. My parted legs were stressing the seams of my skirt. Manny proceeded to rip my tight black and white houndstooth pencil skirt straight up the kick pleat in the back. I knew the worst was coming and I was powerless to stop it. With my skirt torn to shreds he moved on. He then took both hands and pulled my shaping slip straight up unsheathing my pantyhose encased ass.

"I heard the butch lady laugh heartily and say "That girdle wearing bitch had more ass under there than we thought."

"Just make sure you get it all on camera Cin," Raul told the woman.

I could feel Manny fumbling around my crotch and ass before taking my sheer black pantyhose and ripping a hole. I let out a blubbering sigh as one of the last barriers between me and my assailants had been breached. Manny then easily pushed my black lace panties to one side. I let out another sob of despair as I felt him insert the head of his hard girthy penis. He paused for a minute as if to savor the moment before slamming all the way into my partly and very much reluctant wet opening. His member wasn't long but wide as I could feel his width stretching me slowly. He grabbed a handful of each of my hips firmly and began pumping in and out. The room filled with laughter as his cohorts chuckled in agony. 

"Look, Mike he is still too short," the woman Cin laughed.

Mike which I now knew to be the filthy white guy pointed and laughed but never released his tight grip of my wrist. Apparently Manny had to get up on the balls of his feet in those dirty work boots to get inside me. I continued to let out my sighs and sobs of desperation. His swollen member pounding inside of me as his thick fingers dug into my hips. I could feel his grip getting stronger as he neared the dreaded moment. His dirty fingernails dug sharply into my pantyhose clad hips as his hot Mexican semen shot up inside me. He continued to thrust making sure to empty his entire load inside me. I could feel his erection subside, he then withdrew his penis trickling some semen out with it. Whatever juices were left on his penis he wiped on to the back on my torn pantyhose. Since being bent over the desk I opened my eyes for the first time. The woman Cin had positioned herself under the desk filming my smashed breast and face up against the glass, as I was being taken by Manny.

"I'm next," I could hear Raul say in the midst of my incoherent trance.

"Here take her arms," Raul ordered Mike as he reached down and grabbed my ankles. I could hear the sound of my face becoming unstuck from the glass desk. A mixture of makeup and tears left where my face once was. They carried me over and dropped me on the sofa in my office. Raul wasted no time as his pants were down quickly and before I knew it he was on top of me. The ripped remnants of my skirt were up around my waist. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and entered the hole in my pantyhose created by Manny. Cin had shifted to get a better shot as Raul slammed his hard cock inside. He had a large cock and knew how to use it.

"Fuck that prissy stuck up bitch good, Raul, " Cin yelled cheering him on. My mind was a wreck and I was even more disgusted that he felt good inside me. His large cock filled me strongly and, I was torn between humiliation and reluctant enjoyment. If I enjoyed it, then am I a whore I asked myself. Cin added to my humiliation by taking great pride in her directing skills. I could see her angle her self to get a close up of my Prada heels dangling behind Raul' head and then back to my face. What made matters worst was greasy Mike had now leaned over the end of the sofa to take both my breast in his hands. He squeezed them soft at first as if he was testing their buoyancy. Raul continued fucking me hard as Mike increased the strength of his squeezes. I was so ashamed I let out a exhilarating moan as I climaxed. 

"The stuck up bitch got off, yall," Cin told the men.

Both the men paused.

"The whore likes it," Raul exclaimed. 

He then withdrew his cock and flipped me over. He pushed me up so that my head was over the edge of the sofa and began fucking me doggy style. I had lost track of Mike but he hadn't gone far. He had wheeled up a chair to where my head was and pushed his now smelly exposed four inch hard penis into my face. He had a stale sour smell mixed with urine like he didn't bathe regularly. I closed my lips tightly, closed my eyes and resisted. He slapped me hard across the face.

"Bitch if you don't open up this video will be in every email inbox in this company," Mike said sternly. 

I was so mortified I kept my eyes closed and parted my lips. He put it in slowly sliding his cock over my lipstick and yelled "Suck Bitch."

I began sucking the vile tasting little member, the taste was so bad it was making me sick. Raul was behind me pumping in and out in a rhythm. Cin had moved into position to get a close up of my face sucking Mike's disgusting member. Mike was moaning loudly as he grabbed two handfuls of my hair roughly. 

Cin busted out into a raucous roar as Mike had dislodged my expensive custom made long jet black bone straight wig from my scalp. He threw it up in the air and my eyes followed it all the way to the floor and further depths of humiliation. Manny handed it to Cin as she affixed it loosely atop her head and began to imitate me. Mike and Raul never stopped fucking my mouth and my pussy respectively. Mike's two hands now gripped my stocking wig cap covered scalp like a basketball. I had at this point sucked all the stink off his little cock, but I could still smell his reeking crotch area. Mike and Raul both seemed to release at the same time. Raul filling my pussy with his semen and Mike's little penis surprisingly packing quite a load in my mouth. He would not withdraw from my mouth until I swallowed his salty discharge. I somehow felt relieved as I perceived my event to come to an end, until Raul yelled "You turn Cin."

"Don't mind if I do," she said passing the camera off to Manny.

I was spent and had no will or energy to even try to resist. Cin flipped me over to my back and began lapping at the even wider hole in my hose. I would have thought she would have been disgusted by the amount of semen already down there. Cin was not deterred as she suckled at my clit pressing her face into me hard, my wig still loosely atop her head. My ordeal had now struck me as never ending as Manny was moving into position to straddle my face. He lowered himself onto me forcing my mouth open with his resurrected now hard cock. I didn't have to suck he was fucking my face. I couldn't see but Cin had grabbed both my breast and kneaded them as she continued eating my sloppily wet pussy. Manny didn't last very long he came quickly and not very much into my mouth. He got up and as he did my body convulsed as Cin had gotten another orgasm out of me. My body jerked and I felt my right Prada shoe fall off and hit the floor. Cin stood up triumphant standing over me like a Lion does it's prey. They all gathered themselves and walked out of the office one by one. Raul was the last of them to leave.

"Look bitch we have this all recorded you better keep your mouth shut. We know how much you love this job of yours. These people would never look at you the same, you'd be done for good. Do you understand?," Raul asked.

I muttered out "Yes," and he turned and left.

I was a disgusting mess and my mind was racing trying to figure out how to get home without raising suspicion. I used the stapler on my desk to make my skirt functional enough to get to the car. I found a company baseball cap in my desk to cover my now wigless head and pulled on a sweater I kept in the office. My unsteady legs wobbled all the way down on the elevator to the garage. I started the car and pulled down the visor to look into the mirror. My face was a wreck of smeared makeup, tears, semen and other bodily fluids. I took a makeup wipe from my purse and wiped my face as best I could. I pulled my bmw out of the parking lot to the corner. A mini van pulled up beside me as my attackers all yelled catcalls, I heard Cin day "See you at work tomorrow." 

I pulled into my garage and went into my condo quickly. I ran upstairs into the bathroom and began to get undressed. I pulled off my sweater and stepped out of the stapled together ripped skirt. I began pulling off the ripped pantyhose that had dried and adhered to the parts of my skin that had been spewed with semen. I jumped into the shower, I had to get all of the evening washed off of me ASAP. I was so relieved to feel the hot water running over my body. I must have gargled and washed my mouth out ten times. I stepped out of the shower and looked into the mirror, I was so disgusted with myself. I gathered the shredded clothes and pushed them into the bottom of the garbage can. I went into the walk in closet and pulled out a new wig and fixed me makeup.

I heard the front door open, "Baby I'm home," I heard my husband say. 

"Ok I'm upstairs," I replied. I finished fixing myself up and heard him making himself a drink. He came upstairs into the bedroom, "How was your day, " he asked.

"Uh, it was pretty uneventful. How was yours, I asked him.

"Same here," he said.

We went to bed and he started to feel my breast, he wanted sex. I didn't want to but I didn't want to arouse suspicion. I rolled over and he climbed on top and inside of me. As he began fucking me my mind was elsewhere. I was actually longing for Raul' long shaft, the girth of Manny or Cin's magic tongue. Even the forcefulness of stinky Mike would do right now. The cleaning crew had made me see how inadequate my husband really is. James uneventfully finished and I laid there thinking about working late tomorrow.