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Jolene

By: curvfem



As Jolene entered the room Lisa turned and locked the door behind her. Jolene's red hair flamed even in the low light of the dim lamp. She had taken her coat off and clutched it to her nervously not knowing what to do.

"Strip."

Jolene spun around, not believing what she had heard.

"excuse me?"

The look in Lisa's eyes was of pure fire.

"You heard me: Strip! That's all you have to do and everything goes away."

Jolene just stood there, not sure of what to do. She had always maintained her composure well, even in tough negotiations, but Lisa had her over a barrel. The dirt Lisa had on her is what brought her to this hotel room meeting. She only wanted the blackmail to stop, and it seemed like the only way out was to give Lisa what she demanded. Still she could not believe that what Lisa wanted was a strip tease. Slowly Jolene reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress. Lisa's eyes ran over Jolene's form as she stood there trembling. 

"All of it"

Jolene kicked her dress to the side as she removed her heels and then rolled down each silk stocking. Jolene's hands were shaking so badly she could barely unclip her garter belt but it eventually hit the floor as well. Jolene was left in only her matching black silk bra and panties.

"I said all of it."

Jolene bit her lip as she unclasped her bra and pulled it away to reveal her more than ample chest. Slowly she pulled down her panties and kicked them to the side, removing the last piece of clothing that protected her from Lisa's prying eyes. Jolene stood there for a moment as Lisa stared at her naked body.

"There, you got what you wanted."

Jolene thought it wasn't so bad, now she just had to get her clothes and go.

"Not yet, just one more thing. Turn around, I want a good view"

Jolene turned to look around the room for the first time. It was fairly large with a small kitchen, a couch and coffee table, the desk and chair that had been behind her, another chair that Lisa sat in, and what appeared to be sliding doors leading to the bedroom. 

"What a beautiful ass...I want to see everything, lean over a little and let me see."

As Jolene bent she leaned on the desk. She was still so nervous that she did not hear Lisa get out of her chair and make her way behind her. Before she knew it Lisa had grabbed her right wrist and was pinning her to the desk. In one swift motion Lisa locked Jolene's arm into a waiting cuff that had been tucked into the corner. Jolene started to fight and reached for the cuff but in her shock Lisa grabbed her other arm and pulled it across the desk to the cuff hidden on the opposite corner. Jolene was trapped with her chest pressed firmly against the cold surface of the desk and her arms pulled away from her. Jolene started to yell and Lisa quickly gagged her. 

"that will keep you quiet enough."

Lisa bent over the desk to look the petrified Jolene in the eyes.

"Well Ms. High and Mighty. I think it's time to break you in a little bit, show you what you're good for."

Jolene struggled against her bonds and started to kick. Lisa grabbed her ankle and cuffed it to the leg of the desk, and then did the same to the other. Jolene was helpless.

Lisa thought this was a thing of beauty. The always classy Jolene completely naked and bound to a desk, spread wide for her enjoyment. As Jolene continued to struggle Lisa removed the large jeweled pearl necklace from Jolene that was the source of all the trouble.

"now don't struggle, it will only make things worse."

Jolene let out a yelp as she felt Lisa smack her ass firmly and she stopped fighting for a moment.

"that's a good girl"

Lisa gently soothed the red mark that appeared and reached for the blindfold. Jolene started to fight again as it went over her eyes. Lisa smacked her ass again and Jolene fell silent. She had matching red marks on each cheek and did not want another.

"now you and I are going to have a little fun. Don't move, or you will be punished. Do you understand?"

Jolene nodded slightly as Lisa caressed the new welt that had formed. 

"good girl"

Lisa's touch grew firmer as she ran her hands over Jolene's ass and down her thighs. Jolene could feel Lisa's fingers digging into her skin as she grabbed onto her flesh and explored her every curve. Lisa took her time groping and enjoying the helpless Jolene, watching her legs shake as she ran her hands up her back and down again to her thighs. Lisa smirked as her fingers found Jolene's wet pussy.

"You're just a slut! Look at this, you're soaked"

Lisa fingered Jolene's clit as she leaned over and snarled into her victim's ear.

"Well guess what? You're my slut now. I am going to use you any way I want, and you're going to like it. Just like a good slut should."

Jolene whimpered into her gag as Lisa slid two fingers into her swollen pussy.

"do you like that? I can tell you want to be fucked."

Jolene shook her head and pulled against her bonds trying to escape. Lisa smacked her ass again as she drove her fingers deep inside her captive. She could feel Jolene's pussy grow wetter as she clenched against the pain.

"Don't lie to me. I'm going to give you exactly what you need."

Lisa reached down to open a drawer in the desk and retrieved a large glass vibrator. Jolene whimpered as she felt the cold glass slide past her lips. Lisa slowly pushed the toy deep inside her wet slit, filling Jolene's slick canal with it.

"That's what you need, isn't it?" 

Lisa slid the hard glass tube in and out of her helpless captive, bottoming out against her cervix each time. Jolene struggled and tried to close her legs as she felt Lisa's fingers pulling apart her lips to finger her throbbing clit again. 

"I told you not to fight!"

Lisa's hand grabbed the back of Jolene's head, pulling her head up by the hair as she turned the vibrator on high and slammed it into her victim. Jolene tried to scream against the ferocious assault but her sounds were muffled by the gag. Lisa enjoyed watching Jolene strain against her bonds, straining to get free of the relentless pounding she was receiving.

"Do you like that? You like getting fucked don't you."

Jolene continued to scream as Lisa forced the large phallus deep inside her. 

"take it, take it and like it, slut"

Her bonds were digging into her wrists and ankles but would not give no matter how hard she pulled. Her pussy ached from being stretched by the hard glass. Tears filled her eyes and were absorbed into the blindfold as she stopped fighting, broken.

"That's a good girl. Are you going to behave now?"

Jolene nodded slowly, her body aching from being spread so wide and fucked so hard. Jolene felt a leather collar get tightened and buckled around her neck, and the cold metal chain draped down her back. Lisa reached up and unhooked the strap that Jolene's cuffs in place, pinning her arms behind her back and clipping the cuffs to each other. She reached down and released the ankle cuffs and clipped those together as well. Lisa pulled Jolene's shaking body up by the chain and slowly led her to the middle of the room. 

"kneel"

Jolene paused, still in a daze, and Lisa forced her to her knees. Lisa reached behind her and clipped the cuffs together. Jolene was hog tied. The only way for her to keep her balance bound like that was to spread her legs lewdly wide. 

"If I take this gag off do you promised not to scream? You'll be punished if you do."

Jolene shook her head in compliance and Lisa removed the gag. 

"Don't move"

Jolene tried to imagine what she looked like, stripped naked, bound and blind folded, kneeling and waiting to be fucked. Lisa's brutal assault on her body was painful, and yet she wanted nothing more than for it to continue. She needed to cum. She could hear Lisa moving around the room and tried to guess what might be next.

Lisa had far more planned. She moved the straps that had held Jolene so well in place onto the bed. She took her time watching Jolene kneeling on the floor waiting for her return. The wetness of Jolene's pussy glistened in the light and Lisa ached for a taste, but that would have to wait. Lisa stripped off her clothes and grabbed something else from the table.

Jolene knew that Lisa had come back, her breath quickened in anticipation of what might be next. Lisa's hands were back on her body, spreading her legs even further. Lisa pulled on the chain, forcing Jolene's head back, and tied it to the cuffs holding it there. 

"That's a good whore. Spread wide for me"

Jolene felt Lisa's lips on her nipple and her hand on her other breast. Her chest had always been very reactive to touch and Lisa's touch made her juices drip down her thigh. 

"Such amazing tits...I'm almost sorry I had to wait so long to give them the attention they deserve."

Lisa grew more forceful, kneading Jolene's large chest and biting her nipples. Lisa's hand snaked down Jolene's stomach as she flipped on the fingertip massager that she wore on her hand. Jolene jumped as Lisa pushed the small vibrating toy against her clit. The attack on her chest had set her clit on fire. Jolene pressed into Lisa's hand desperately trying to cum.

"Not yet, you don't get it so easy." 

Lisa backed away and watched Jolene's chest fall, her aching pussy dripping with want. Lisa grabbed the glass vibrator and slowly slid it inside of her captive.

"Ride it"

She turned on very low and watched Jolene struggle to move against it. It wasn't on strong enough, and she couldn't thrust against it hard enough to get off. Jolene heard the shutter of a camera. Lisa was taking pictures of her humiliation! Over and over again she heard the camera snap pictures, from every angle imaginable.

"Now you'll remember that you are my slut, and you'll behave."

Lisa put down the camera and reached back for the chain. Pulling it even further down and tilting Jolene's face straight up. 

"Now let's see how good of a whore you can really be."

Lisa put one leg up on the coffee table and pulled Jolene's head into her pussy. Jolene's hungrily lapped at her Lisa's sweetness, eager to please and to keep those pictures private. Lisa ground herself against Jolene's face, forcing her to tongue deeply. Lisa could feel that Jolene was more than talented and was struggling to stay standing. Just before her leg gave out Lisa pulled Jolene away, pushing her down. 

"Good girl, you'll make a wonderful sex slave."

Lisa unhooked the ankle cuffs from the wrists and grabbed the chain around Jolene's neck, forcing her to her feet. She dragged Jolene to the bed and threw her down on her back. Lisa attached the cuffs to the waiting straps and Jolene was spread as wide as possible, spread eagle, to the bed. Lisa grabbed the camera for a few more photos of the helpless Jolene, then set it to video mode and placed on the dresser.

Lisa crawled onto the bed and straddled Jolene's face again, craving more of her talented tongue. Jolene resumed hungrily lapping at her new Master's delicious pussy. Lisa reached down and slid her fingers inside Jolene's throbbing slit and fucked her deeply. Jolene moaned into Lisa's pussy and drove her tongue deep inside her hole. Not wanting to wait anymore Lisa leaned down and pushed her tongue between Jolene's cunt lips to finally taste her new slave's juices. Lisa slowly tongued Jolene, still not letting her cum. She grabbed the glass vibrator and forced it between her wide spread legs, fucking Jolene deeply. 

'It's time to make my slut scream"

Jolene moaned as Lisa pounded her snatch with the vibrator and tongued her clit. She could barely concentrate on the delicious pussy that was pressed against her face. Lisa spread Jolene's pussy lips wide, tonguing every fold and pressing hard on her cit. Lisa could feel Jolene shaking beneath her as her body tensed with every thrust. Jolene started to buck against her restraints, as she could feel each wave building. 

Jolene screamed into Lisa's pussy as a massive orgasm crashed over her, still Lisa would not stop. Jolene came over and over again, breathless and aching. Lisa continued to tongue her spent victim as she twisted and turned against the bonds. Jolene tongued Lisa, screaming into her pussy as she came. Lisa rewarded her fuck toy with a flood over her face as Lisa came harder than she ever had. Lisa collapsed onto the bed, next to Jolene. After a few moments Lisa reached up, pulled off Jolene's blindfold, and kissed her forehead.

"Stay or go, it's your choice now"

With that Lisa unhooked Jolene's bonds. Jolene laid there for a moment, thinking about what to do. On one hand Lisa had brutally raped her and humiliated her in ways she had never thought of. Jolene could have her thrown in prison for this. On the other hand that was the best sex she has ever had. Jolene rolled to her side and looked at Lisa for a moment, then she leaned over and kissed her on the lips. 

"I'm your slut now, Master"

Lisa reached up and pulled Jolene towards her. They kissed each other like newfound lovers and lay down wrapped up in each other. Jolene still wore the cuffs of her new found role as they both drifted off to sleep. 

Jolene



The ballroom of the Belmont Hotel was packed, nearly wall to wall, with tables covered in pristine white linen, colorfully flowered centerpieces and elegant silver and china place settings. There were already well over two hundred guests, men wearing dark blue or grey suits with gold cufflinks, shiny black shoes and silk ties and women wearing expensive dresses with sequins and bows, cut to expose the exact amount of leg or cleavage needed to give the wearer whatever advantage necessary to outshine the competition, whoever she might be. The guests, many of who were already demonstrating various stages of inebriation, were milling about, coalescing together in multiple small groups to talk and laugh, sipping their drinks while pointing out and greeting new arrivals as they entered the room. 

The ballroom was hung with banners announcing and celebrating the annual Spring Banquet of Prairieland Securities, a moderately large, relatively successful financial services firm that had had a very good year. Very nearly every salaried employee at the main office was expected to attend, to eat and drink, to socialize and celebrate and to listen to a few speeches about how well the company was doing and how grateful they should be to be working for such a dynamically successful firm. 

Fifteen or so minutes before dinner was served, around the time the guests first started taking their seats at the tables, a slight stir animated the crowd when Frank Portis entered the room. Frank was widely recognized as the brightest and most aggressive of the young Turks, a man likely to be announced as the youngest ever division head sometime in the next few months. He was tall and muscular with an olive complexion, short dark hair with sharp, well defined features, handsome by almost any standard. 

But, the attention he generated had more to do with whom he arrived with. On his arm, was Jolene Matthews, a woman who was nothing short of stunning, with rich copper-red hair that fell in masses of long curls halfway down her back, deep green Irish eyes set against flawless, unblemished alabaster skin and a figure of soft voluptuous curves that defined the very essence of feminine sensuality. She was wearing a midnight black dress with forest green trim that tastefully accentuated her curves and an elegant pearl necklace that divided her perfect body from her perfect face. Everything about her appearance demanded attention and, as if by command, the men as well as the women stopped abruptly to take in her beauty as she briefly paused with Frank at the entrance before they plunged into the heart of the ballroom. 

Somewhere near the rostrum a huge bear of a man, with long dark brown hair and a wild, bushy beard waved to Frank and caught his attention. Frank turned to Jolene and motioned toward the bear. "Hey, there's Paul. Why don't you head that way and I'll pick up something to drink. White wine ok?" 

Jolene nodded and flashed a fluorescent smile before moving toward the front of the ballroom while Frank made his way to the bar, negotiating the high class obstacle course of tables and waiters and guests. 

As he neared the bar, his progress was impeded by a mass of slow moving people that were waiting and shuffling in what amounted to a poorly organized line. Frustrated by the lack of movement, Frank let his mind wander, mentally separating himself from the crowd with daydreams about triumphs at work and on the golf course as well as thoughts about Jolene . The line hadn't moved more than a few feet before his self-imposed disconnectedness was interrupted by a vague impression that he'd heard his name called. When he heard it clearly a second time he turned and was startled to see the smiling face of his best friend from high school, aged 11 years since graduation and 2 years since he'd seen him last. 

Bobby Mullins was easy to remember, with great white horse teeth shining under a full mustache, laughing eyes, prematurely crinkled around the edges from smiling and from sun, and oiled, jet black hair, combed straight back. He was dressed in a dark blue suit, burgundy tie and a silk shirt and looked as slick as anybody else in the room; but his speech and mannerisms were those of a southern Illinois country boy, raised among soy and corn fields rather than concrete and asphalt. 

"Bobby? I'll be damned, man it's good to see you. What...what are you doing in town?" Frank reached for Bobby's left shoulder and pulled him closer as he shook his right hand. 

"I just got here, came up for the party Franky." 

"Wait, you came all the way up from St. Louis for a party? That's a long ways to come for free food and booze, even for you." Frank laughed and shook his head as he let go of Bobby's hand. 

"Hey, I'm entitled. Just because nobody expects the peons from the St. Louis office to show, doesn't mean we won't. I figured you Chicago people were holding out on us all these years so I wanted to see what I was missing." 

They engaged in small talk for a few more minutes before the line finally budged and they both took a couple of steps forward. Frank continued the conversation. 

"So, Bobby, how are things outside of work? You still dating a new girl every month?" 

"I don't know, hard to keep track, but that might be about the right average." Bobby grinned mischievously. "Sooner or later, I'll grow up and settle down, but not for a while." 

Bobby and Frank both chuckled and then, with some hesitation, Bobby quietly asked. "So, how is life treating you, Frank? Things ok?" 

Frank paused long enough to indicate that he didn't have a simple or easy answer to the question. He pursed his lips tightly and ran a hand through his hair before starting to respond. 

"Well, things are...sort of ok...now. I don't know if you've heard or not, but Becky and I are...well, we aren't together now." 

Bobby frowned but showed no real surprise. "I...uh...I heard that. I'm sorry Frank. Tough break." 

"Yep. It is." There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment before Frank awkwardly broke it by asking who Bobby had brought to the gala. 

"Oh, I came stag, Franky. But I'm hoping I won't leave that way." Bobby was gleaming while he said it, smacking his lips and raising his eyebrows suggestively when he finished. 

"Typical," Frank said shaking his head. "Some things never change." 

They were at the front of the line now and Frank ordered two white wines and Bobby got a beer. Frank gestured in the general direction of the rostrum and Jolene. "Hey, Bobby, I'm with someone tonight, but why don't you eat with us. Naturally, she's off limits, but maybe somebody else might sit at the table..." 

"Oh, I'd never horn in on your action, Franky. But, yeah, I'd love to eat with you. Show me the way." Bobby raised his beer bottle to his friend and tipped it in a mock toast. 

--0-- 

"Happy Anniversary Baby." 

Becky was smiling at Frank across the table, her light brown hair in soft curls, spilling down to her shoulders and framing her face of small childlike features, a face that would have been considered beautiful except for a weak chin and a few too many freckles. She was wearing an elegant black dress and her left hand was unconsciously fingering a string of pearls around her neck, a gift she had just received from Frank, while her right hand held up a champagne glass in a toast. 

Frank, brought his glass up to meet hers, smiling, admiring his wife. "To us...forever." 

They clinked glasses and sipped the bubbly, pale yellow champagne as the setting August sun cast streaks of rose and orange through the window and across the white tablecloth. 

"This is a beautiful restaurant, a beautiful evening Frank. Thank you so much...for everything...for the pearls and...and, everything." 

"It's the least I can do for my wife, the woman I love, for someone as beautiful as you are." He nodded toward her body appreciatively. "I love the way you look in that dress. You should wear it more often." 

She blushed and giggled. "This is a special dress, for special occasions. I wouldn't want to dilute the magic it has or the spell over you might weaken." 

"Well, the dress certainly helps, but the spell is mostly cast by what's under it." Frank gave her a lecherous grin. 

A waiter approached and ostentatiously placed salads on the table and then made a great show of grinding pepper over each one before refilling the champagne glasses and then backing away, mumbling some congratulations about their anniversary. 

Frank took a bite and, while chewing slowly, contemplated Becky's right forearm with some curiosity. After swallowing, he gestured to it with his empty fork. 

"What's that there on your arm? Is that a rash?" 

"Yes. Just a little poison ivy I think. I think I got it at the NetSol picnic while I was taking a walk around the pond." 

"Oh, yeah, I lost track of you there for a while. You know, that's a very nice park, and I loved that pond." 

"Yes, I could tell. I think you were out on that canoe for a couple of hours." Becky frowned a little and stabbed aggressively at a piece of lettuce. 

"Yeah, that was a lot of fun, I'd like to do that again." 

Becky pressed her lips together in thought and then, with a sudden earnestness, looked to Frank and blurted out: 

"You know I love you, don't you Frank? That you are the only man for me?" 

The unexpected forcefulness of Becky's declaration took Frank by surprise and puzzled him slightly. He cocked his head and wrinkled his brow in response, regarded Becky for a moment and then softly replied. 

"Yes. And I love you." He leaned across the table until his face was less than a foot from Becky's and continued. "But our relationship is more than love. We're comfortable with each other; we like each other and need each other too." He gently touched the side of her face. "And we have trust. No matter what, after knowing each other for all this time, we both have each other's absolute trust." 

Becky's smile faltered slightly when he said that and she glanced down to her salad, breaking away from his gaze awkwardly. 

--0--- 

When Frank arrived with the wine Jolene smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, whispering thanks before taking a sip. Frank, with Bobby in tow, had found her in a group with Paul and half a dozen other people, all of who were listening, with evident boredom, to a short, somewhat rotund woman featuring unnaturally blond hair and one chin too many as she described, with exhausting detail, the various events and sites she and her husband, encountered in their most recent European vacation. 

Her husband, a portly Vice-President named Duncan, was as a bored as anyone else and took the opportunity to greet Frank loudly and shake his hand with gusto, effectively interrupting his wife's monologue. While she waited impatiently for a chance to take center stage again, all the would-be listeners followed Duncan's lead, greeting and introducing each other to Frank and to Bobby who joined the circle of unknown people like they were old friends. 

Paul Jensen, the great bear of a man, introduced himself and his date, a tiny woman with jet black hair and a pretty face named Angie Simmons, as friends and colleagues of Frank. Bobby got Paul laughing immediately with a double entendre about being jealous of his size and managed to make Angie blush with pleasure when he commented about how he now understood the saying about good things coming in small packages. 

When Bobby was introduced to Jolene, he raised his eyebrows and let his breath out through pursed lips in a low, soft whistle, eliciting more laughs when he turned to Frank and said, "Looks like the Little Mermaid grew up real good. Nice catch Franky boy, nice catch." 

The two other individuals in the group were an older couple who, if he'd carried a pitchfork and she'd worn her hair in a bun, could have been taken directly from American Gothic. They were not nearly so easy to charm and took in the greetings humorlessly, engaging in the minimum amount of interaction possible without seeming rude before slipping away unobtrusively, managing in one move to avoid talking with the younger couples whom they had little in common with and avoiding any additional travel stories from Duncan's plump, blond wife. 

Unfazed by their departure, Bobby continued to enthusiastically exchange stories of introduction, effectively engaging everyone but Duncan's wife, who seemed more than a little put out when it became apparent that none of the group was particularly interested in hearing any more about her European exploits. Eventually, with poorly concealed annoyance, Mrs. Double-chin declared that she was going to find the table with the other Vice-Presidents and their wives. She left ahead of Duncan who lingered behind just long enough to quietly say, "Well, shit, now I have to hear all this again." 

--0--- 

"I'm sorry I've been such a bitch lately." 

Frank had just arrived home and Becky was smiling coyly at him, sitting in a reclining chair that had been positioned just inside the front door, her legs crossed, her hands resting on either arm of the chair, her hair piled high on her head. She was wearing a white corset as well as black, thigh high stockings, outrageous high heels and dramatic makeup with wet red lips and smoky eye shadow. 

Frank hesitated a moment before raising his eyebrows, finally answering with an exaggerated leer. 

"Well, either you're wearing a very naughty Halloween costume, or I'm about to get lucky." 

"Halloween was last week, baby. So I think it's fair to say that I'm wearing this for luck." She laughed softly, making a sound like a confident cat, purring seductively to get its way. 

Frank hung his coat up without taking his eyes off her. "So I take it that after playing the nun for weeks, you're suddenly interested in sex." 

Becky pouted slightly, and rose from the chair, draping her arms loosely over Frank's shoulders. "I'm sorry for that, like I said, I've been a bitch. I have every intention of making it up to you right away. And in the most sincere method possible." 

He put his hands on either side of her waist, squeezing her through the corset slightly and pulled her tightly to him, smelling her perfume and feeling her body tremble slightly. He put his lips to her ear and felt the soft flesh of her cheek against his face. 

"So, you think that after totally denying me sex with all sorts of lame excuses, you can just get me back into bed by putting on some lingerie and crooking your finger?" 

She pulled back away to examine his face and she found he was smiling, but his eyebrows were raised in expectation of an answer. 

"Why, yes Mr. Portis, yes I did." She said with a syrupy sweet tone of mock innocence. 

"And you thought I'd forget all that rejection and your weak excuses to avoid sex and just jump into bed? You think I'm that easy?" 

"Well, you are a man, doesn't that make you easy by definition?" 

He laughed suspiciously and shook his head. "Honestly, you run so hot and cold lately, you just mystify me sometimes." 

"Yes, well, I am running hot tonight, so be happy for that. And, I am a woman, so part of my job is to mystify you." She smiled and winked at him and, with a sultry walk, led him into the bedroom. 

30 minutes later Becky and Frank were both nakedly intertwined, covered with a thin layer of sweat, their clothes haphazardly discarded on the floor, desperately and aggressively kissing and stroking, licking and sucking each other. Wordlessly, Frank gripped Becky by the shoulders, pushed her onto her back, separated her legs with his right thigh and moved on top of her. He looked directly into her eyes, watching her reaction as he entered her, slowly at first and then with more and more aggression, building into a powerful, relentless, insistent rhythm. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and matched his movement, pushing as hard or harder than he was, grunting softly with each thrust of her hips. 

Frank was moaning loudly now, his eyes screwed shut, his face contorted in pleasure, losing control of the moment, control of the rhythm, control of his own thought processes as he buried himself over and over inside of her. And then, suddenly, he became aware that she wasn't pushing back. In fact, she wasn't making any movements at all, and the abrupt loss of resistance, of counterthrust, was like the ground underneath him had suddenly given way. 

He opened his eyes and saw that she was simply lying under him, with a look on her face he couldn't quite place. Disappointment? Boredom? Distraction? Somewhere else entirely? He nearly lost his erection, but it had been so long since he'd had sex, he pushed forward and finished himself inside her as expeditiously and clinically as he could. What had started as a passionate sexual encounter had suddenly deteriorated into something that wasn't much more than a masturbation session and he felt a burning sense of frustration and dissatisfaction. He rolled off of her as soon as he was done and she wordlessly turned away, curling into a slight ball, her back facing him. 

Frank reached out and touched her shoulder. "What happened there? You totally bailed out on me at the end there. " 

"Sorry, I guess I got tired." Her voice was hollow, soulless. 

"Tired? Bullshit Becky. I think you just lost interest. Did I bore you? Is sex with me really that bad?" 

"You came, why are you complaining?" She asked with a sharp, petulant edge. 

Stunned at her attitude, he stared at her back incredulously for a few moments before answering. "I don't know what the hell is going on, Becky, but it's got to change. It has to change quickly." 

Becky let his words hang in the air for a few moments and then softly replied, "Yes. Yes it does." 

----0---- 

The group had just claimed a table when the harried wait staff started delivering plates of salmon, beef and chicken, practically throwing the dishes on the table in a desperate attempt to serve the roomful of guests more or less simultaneously. As the waiters attacked their table, the ensuing noise and chaos from the clattering plates, flying hands and rapid fire questions about food choice made conversation something of a challenge. 

"So, Paul," Bobby half shouted as he nodded with a smile to a sweating young man who had just deposited a plate of chicken in front of him. "How long have you been at Prairie?" 

Paul pursed his lips and looked to the ceiling for a moment, thinking. "I guess 12 years now. I joined up right out of college. I started in research, but got transferred to the small accounts division around 5 years ago, about the time Frank started. We've been stuck together since then." 

"Things going good?" 

"Yeah, I'd say so. Management seems to be happy." Paul nodded casually over to Frank. "They seem to think our boy here walks on water." 

Bobby opened his eyes in mock surprise. "Wait...what? He can't actually walk on water? I always thought he did." 

Jolene nodded to the waiter who dropped a plate of salmon in front of her then looked to Bobby and smirked. "Maybe he's slipped since you've known him." 

"Well, it's hard to imagine he's gotten any more magnificent. He was always Mr. Wonderful in high school. Top of the class. Best athlete. Most popular. Most likely to succeed. I hung around just to bask in his glory and to try and pick up any of his table scraps." 

Frank, laughingly challenged Bobby. "A little exaggeration there, maybe? If I remember right, you were a pretty good jock yourself. And those girls you, uh, 'spent time with' weren't exactly table scraps; one of them was the prom queen and, if I remember correctly, another one was a Miss Illinois contestant." 

"Ah, whatever Frank." Bobby waved his hand dismissively but playfully at his old friend. "The results speak for themselves. One of us ended up at Northwestern on a full ride football scholarship and then ends up in the MBA program at the U of C, while the other goes to Eastern Illinois as a walk-on and barely graduates." 




Jolene



"Wait, you played football for Northwestern?" Angie interjected abruptly, cocking her head curiously to the side. "I didn't know that. " 

"Oh, well, I didn't really play, not much anyway." Frank gave an embarrassed grin. "I sat the bench 4 years. I think I got in, maybe 30 plays in garbage time. But, hey, it paid for college, so it turned out ok." 

Bobby looked to Angie while gesturing toward Frank with a piece of bread. "You could always tell Frank. He was the guy who was studying on the sidelines between plays. Also, the only guy that never went to a frat party or broke a team rule. 'No fun Frank' I think they called him...or maybe that was the nickname I made up." Bobby winked at Frank and laughed. "Seriously, though, you still 'Mr. Serious' or do you do anything at all for fun these days?" 

"Mostly, I develop plans to improve the profitability of Prairie, which is tremendous fun, of course." Frank joked, eliciting a deep, foghorn like laugh from Paul and some soft titters from the women. "No, really, I still pretty much just read or play on the computer and Paul and I play hoops and golf and go to the gym some." Frank paused and pointed a playfully accusing finger at Bobby. "But you wouldn't know about that since you spend all your time at parties and in bars." 

"Maybe someday I'll grow up and be boring like you." Bobby said with a great smile, ostentatiously raising his bottle to take a drink of beer. "But, honestly, I really can't fathom why I'd want to skip the parties and lay off the booze." 

----0--- 

"Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" 

The Prairieland Securities Christmas Party was starting to wind down and Frank and Becky were seated at a table with Jolene, Paul and a pretty little clerk from accounting. 

All 3 of them looked away with mild embarrassment from Frank's exasperated and angry challenge. They knew it was coming, he'd been seething for almost an hour as she flirted and made suggestive comments to nearly anyone that visited the table, her flirtations worsening as the evening and the amount of alcohol she'd consumed marched on. 

Becky stopped in mid drink, set her cocktail carefully back down on the table, and with some evident irritation, glared at Frank, who was making no attempt to hide his own annoyance. 

"I'm not driving, what difference does it make?" She spit out defiantly. 

"You don't have to be driving to cause problems from drinking." 

"Problems? What kind of problems?" 

"Behavioral problems Becky." 

"You don't like my behavior? I thought I was being friendly. Weren't you always complaining about how...uh...quiet I am?" 

The clerk had been fidgeting with increasing discomfort caused by the hostile interchange, and now, unable to endure any more, silently got up and excused herself with a little nod, walking away from the table as fast as possible. Jolene and Paul were equally uncomfortable, but made every attempt to act casually unconcerned about the escalating argument on the other side of the table, failing miserably in the growing tension. Sensing their anxiety, Frank lowered his voice to an angry hiss in order to make his points. 

"Friendly is fine, Becky, but you've gone way overboard tonight. The way you've been dragging men out onto the dance floor and flirting with them...and the jokes and innuendos you've been subjecting us all to...it's just ridiculous. My God, you embarrassed Bob Thomas and Steve Annanias in front of their wives with that mistletoe kissy-face crap so much that I thought they were going to leave the party early. Come on now, you're drunk, and everyone knows it and it's causing problems. You're humiliating me and tomorrow you're going to be embarrassed when...or if...you remember what you've done tonight." 

"Embarrassed? I'm embarrassing you? You're embarrassed of your wife?" Becky's voice had become loud and challenging. 

"Hold your voice down Becky, shit, people are looking." 

"Sorry, I don't want to embarrass you any more than..." 

Jolene couldn't take it anymore and in a soft, steady, parental voice, interrupted. "You aren't yourself right now Becky. How about if I take you to the executive lounge and you can have a nap..." 

Becky turned to Jolene with fire in her eyes. "I don't remember talking to you or asking for your opinion. This isn't your problem, so how about if you butt out, ok, Ginger?" 

Stung, Jolene sucked in a sharp breath, almost as if she'd been physically struck. "Look, Becky, I didn't mean to..." 

Becky dismissed whatever she was going to say with a wave of her hand. "Can it Jolene. Look, I'm sorry if my husband objects to my trying to get a little attention, but I guess I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand that people like me have to put a little effort into it. I mean you walk into a room like this with your thick red hair and your perfect face and your big-ass tits and men fall at your feet, but we lesser mortals have to do a little more than bitches like you so that we can...  

Becky stopped speaking suddenly as Frank grabbed her roughly by the arm, hard enough to make her wince. He pulled her toward him and then harshly whispered into her ear. 

"Stand up; I'm walking you out of here right now." She lurched to her feet as Frank yanked her up and half stumbled, half followed him as he pulled her out of the room, cornering her roughly against a wall in the outside hallway. 

"I've had enough of you and your behavior Becky. I've had it. It's one thing to be cold and withholding and moody at home, but this kind of...public acting out...is way over the line, do you understand?" 

She nodded weakly. "Frank, I..." 

"Shut up and listen Becky, because I'm tired of this shit." Frank set his jaw and took a few deep breaths before starting again. "Now, if you ever, under any circumstances speak to a friend or colleague of mine like that again, I'm going to go berserk. Understand?" 

Becky nodded. 

"And, specifically, if you talk that way to Jolene again, I'll...I'll...well, you just better not do it because I'll be unbelievably pissed and I don't know what I might do. In fact...in fact, I don't want you talking to Jolene at all, under any circumstances, ever. OK? Never again. So, if I hear that you have spoken to her or yelled at her, if she tells me she got a nasty phone call from you or a snide remark at some event or anything at all that upsets her, I'm going to go ape shit and you...will...not...like...the results. Got it?" 

A tear was dripping down Becky's cheek, but she refused to answer audibly, only nodding numbly. 

"Let's go, I'm taking you home and putting you to bed." 

--0--- 

"So tell me," Bobby asked Jolene, talking while he continued to masticate a rather rubbery piece of desiccated chicken. "Here at Prairie, what, uh, do you do?" 

Jolene wrinkled her brow slightly. "I work with Net Solutions..." 

"Right I got that...but...you're mostly at Prairie...right?" 

"Oh, yeah, that's right I guess, I do spend a lot more time there than at NetSol these days. I'm working on the web product...helping to lay out the Personal Investment webpage for Prairie. They..." She motioned to Frank and Paul..." tell me what kind of features their customers want, and I help get it incorporated into the page. Mostly trying to make it easier for small, individual investors to trade in their accounts." 

Bobby finally swallowed, washed the bite down with a large gulp of beer and looked at Jolene again. "So, uh, how long you been at it...making Prairie more friendly for the little guy?" He asked, bringing yet another bite to his mouth. 

"Oh, gosh..." She cocked her head and rolled her eyes to the left, thinking for a moment. "I guess, what, just a little over a year now. Is that right Frank? About a year?" 

Frank nodded. "Yeah, that's about right. We began working together on the initial stuff last March, but really started getting ramped up in early summer." 

"You a programmer then?" Bobby asked while chewing. 

"Not really. I've got a graphic design degree. I lay things out, mostly, try and make the page friendly. I do write some of the code, but the hardcore software guys at NetSol write the really tricky stuff." 

Bobby finished chewing another bite, wiped his mouth with his napkin and then cocked his head, scrutinizing Jolene with a look of appreciation and curiosity. 

"You know, I swear I've met you somewhere before, but I can't quite place it. Which is unusual for me because my memory is never better than recalling any time I've spent with a pretty girl." Frank snorted at his comment and Bobby's face split with a huge grin. 

Jolene shrugged her shoulders and raised her hands, palms upward. "Not sure where we could have met, really. I've never worked with the Peoria office. I got my degree at Loyola." 

"I'm pretty sure I know." Angie offered, giggling. "I'll bet lots of guys think they know her. Jolene is the girl in the NetSol commercials." 

Bobby sat back. "Huh?" 

"You know, the commercials where some nerdy guy is all upset because his business is struggling...and then the hot redhead comes in and fixes his web page and the guy gets rid of his glasses and turns into a super happy, successful business hunk..." 

Bobby's eyes opened widely in recognition. "That's right. I knew I'd seen you. Crap, I almost wanted to start a failing business just to see if I could get you to come in and fix it." 

Everyone at the table groaned and laughed. Bobby smirked and continued. 

"So, how did you get into the commercial?" 

"Well, I was helping in advertising at the time and I got caught up in the production side of the commercial. They were auditioning some actresses and the director saw me and, well, one thing led to another and I ended up with the part." 

"You must have done some modeling or something like that too, I mean..." 

Jolene held her hands up in protest, interrupting Bobby. "Oh, I'm way too curvy to be a model." 

Bobby snorted. "Where I come from, there's no such thing as a woman who's 'too curvy'. It's hard to believe you didn't at least give it a go." 

"Honestly, I really never considered it. The NetSol commercials were the only thing I did. I guess I didn't want to get so caught up into trying to be a model or something that I lost sight of my career in graphics and found myself on the outside, looking in." 

---0--- 

"Where the hell have you been? It's almost midnight." 

Becky stood in the entryway, her hand holding the still-open front door, nervously opening and closing her mouth, unable to produce any sound at all, let alone words. She was wearing her black anniversary dress, stockings, high heeled shoes and plenty of makeup. 

"Well?" Frank repeated aggressively. "I'm waiting for your shitty little excuse again. Really, I'm just dying to hear why you stagger in this time of night with your messed up makeup wearing that dress...your...what did you call it? Your 'magic' dress." 

Frank took a step toward Becky and raised his eyebrows expectantly, his large frame dwarfing her as she cowered by the door. She was taking her breaths in great, fearful, spasmodic gasps, anxiously looking back and forth, trying desperately to avoid Frank's intense and aggressive gaze. To Frank, she never seemed so small, so vulnerable or so treacherous. 

"Seriously, Becky. I'm waiting. I want to know." He took a deep breath. "Who were you with tonight? Huh? Honestly, that's all I really need to know, because, I've got a very, very good idea what you've been doing." 

Becky finally closed the door and took a half step toward Frank, shaking her head frantically. 

"No...no, Frank. It's...it's not what you think. It's not..." 

Frank laughed bitterly. "Spare me the clichés please. It can't possibly be anything other than what I think Becky. It can't. So, just tell me this, who the hell were you with? That's all I really want to know now." 

"Frank. No. It's not...I can't...I can't tell you..." 

Frank crossed his arms and stared Becky down, taking in long, deep, angry breaths through flared nostrils. 

"I've had it Becky. I'm not an idiot and I'm not a wimp. You're acting strange and guilty all the time and can barely tolerate touching me, let alone having sex. You're staying out all fucking night wearing...wearing a dress that is supposed to be reserved for seducing your husband on special occasions. And...and this..." 

He reached into his pocket and produced several sheets of lined stationary, pink in color, badly wrinkled and covered in writing. Becky gasped. "What...where did you find..." 

"I found this...confession...in the bottom of the trash yesterday. I have to say it's cleared a lot of things up for me. I will say this, I agree that the only way to save our marriage would have been to stop your affair..." 

"Noooo...that's not..." 

"...but it's too late now Becky. Too damn late. Because I'm done. You know what? I don't even care who it is anymore. I'm done. We're done." 

Frank made a slashing gesture with his hand across his throat as he finished speaking and then picked up a large suitcase and started for the door. Becky tried to grab him, but he pushed her away as roughly as he could without actually hurting her. Seconds later he was backing his car out of the driveway, making his way as quickly as possible to the nearest liquor store. 

---0--- 

"So," Jolene said, catching Bobby's eye by peering around a waiter who was refilling water glasses. "You must have some interesting stories about Frank from his High School days. Maybe something that Frank has...neglected...to tell us." 

Bobby laughed and leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtfully at the ceiling. "You know, I think I might just have a story or two like that." 

He looked down and smiled knowingly, motioning to Frank with his right hand. "And if Frank is squirming over there, it's because he knows I know where the bodies are buried, so to speak. Yeah, I think, I may be the one guy in this room that could stab a hole in the shroud of perfection everyone at Prairie and, uh, NetSol seems to think he has always worn." Bobby gave Frank a mischievous look. "You think Frank?" 

"Come on Bobby, be nice." Frank warned, shaking his head in mock disapproval. 

"Oh Frank, Frank, Frank, Frank. You know I would never embarrass you. Much." 

"Let's hear something good." Jolene demanded, giggling. 

"Well, there was the time he very nearly burned down the schools equipment shed when he modified a model rocket with some fireworks..." 

"Oh, I've heard that story, at least Frank's side of it." Jolene said, looking archly at Frank. 

"OK, then, has he told you about the famous night got trapped alone in the basement of..." Bobby's voice suddenly tailed off as he looked to Frank and noticed his smile had become forced, and his eyes carried a look of apprehension. Jolene didn't notice the awkwardness, though, and pushed forward. 

"No, I haven't heard about any lonely basement nights" Jolene said with a laugh. "But you've really got my curiosity up now. Let's hear it." 

"It's...really not that great a story..." 

"Let us be the judge of that Bobby." Jolene offered with an impish grin. "I think I'd like to hear the basement story and I'll guess Paul and Angie would too. 

Bobby looked with slight nervousness over to Frank who shrugged his shoulders, evidently capitulating to Jolene's wish to hear the story. Bobby started again, smiling a little more confidently but still telling the story with some hesitancy. 

"Well, ok, then. This is when Frank was a senior and he had this, uh, girlfriend who was a little younger, a sophomore or something. And, so, one night it turns out her parents are supposed to be out of town, bowling I think, and, uh, she invites Frank over to...you know..." 

"Oh, I think I've got an idea what she was interested in." Jolene said, watching Frank's cheeks and ears turn pink. "It looks like Frank remembers this story." She added with some pleasure at his discomfort. 

Bobby smiled weakly and continued. "Well, anyway...the girl's brothers and sisters were home, watching TV or something, so she and Frank, they go down to the basement where there's a partially fixed up recreation room that has a couch." Bobby paused and took a drink before continuing. "So, it's my understanding that they were spending some, shall we say, 'quality time' together on the couch when, all of a sudden they hear the garage door open and her parents are home." 

Bobby's audience was listening eagerly now, laughing and commenting quietly as Bobby's description of the night made Frank squirm. Sensing their appreciation of the story, Bobby continued with more enthusiasm, talking faster and with more energy. 

"Now, it turns out that her parents are really, really strict. Super conservative to the point it might have meant buckshot to Frank's ass if he'd been caught alone with her. I mean, she was violating some major family rules by having him over when the parents were gone, that right Frank?" 

Frank was chewing his lip anxiously as he listened to Bobby, and nodded in answer. "Oh, yeah. Major violations." 

"OK, so she has Frank stay downstairs and she runs up to see what's happened. Well, it turns out her Dad had hurt his ankle or his knee or something so her folks came home early, and he comes limping in and plops himself in this recliner that is right next to the only way out of the basement. There is absolutely no way to sneak past him, so Frank is trapped, completely, until Dad moves, and Dad isn't moving for a while because he decides to spend the whole damn night in the recliner since he doesn't want to walk upstairs with his bum leg." 

Bobby stopped to chortle, his infectious laugh spreading to the listeners. He rubbed his watering eyes, and started again, clearly relishing telling the conclusion of the story. 

"OK, so, long story short, Frank is stuck. His...uh...girlfriend calls me and I get over to the house and talk to Frank through one of the basement windows. There is no way out, short of breaking a window, and Frank is getting panicked because there's no bathroom and he's starting to feel the call of nature." 

"So I have no idea what to do, but the girl, well, she gets on the phone and calls a bunch friends and says they have to come over immediately and her voice is so panicked that 4 of them show up right away." 

"Anyway, she leads us all into the house and announces to her Dad that we are there to see her...uh...school project, which she claims is in the basement. So we all go down and hang out for a few minutes and then just walk back up the stairs. Only when we come up, it's not 6 of us, but 7 because Frank is with us too, and her Pop doesn't notice that there's an extra guy. He even waves to Franky and asks him how he's been, tells him he'll be watching the Wildcats come fall. " Bobby paused to laugh. 

"The only fly in the ointment was that Dad starts mentioning he wanted to see her school project the next day, so we all got together and in an hour or so made some paper Mache replica of, what, Mount Everest?" 

"Mount Vesuvius , Mr. Geography." Frank said with a smile. 

"Yeah, that's right. Mount Vesuvius. Damn, I love that story." Bobby said laughing as he took another swallow of beer. "I'll never forget it as long as I live." 

--0-- 

"Did you forget B-ball?" 

The sound of the text woke Frank up and he'd found himself more or less fully dressed with his shirt half unbuttoned; his pants and one shoe still on, lying on top of a disorganized mass of rumpled sheets and clothes spilled from his suitcase. His bladder was painfully full, his mouth was sticky dry and he had a pounding headache that was being made worse by the sound of street traffic filtering through the door. On the bedside stand was a quarter full bottle of scotch, and an empty glass as well as his offending cell phone. 




Jolene



He dizzily sat up, grabbed the phone and fell back onto the bed, wincing when his head hit the pillow. The cell phone helped him get his bearings. It was 10a.m, a Saturday. He had 17 missed calls and texts, all but one were blocked communications from Becky. It was Paul's text that had interrupted his sleep. 

Squinting painfully in an attempt to focus on the blurry cell phone console, Frank groaned audibly and with shaky fingers, texted back. 

"In no condition to play. Cancelling." 

He went to the bathroom to relieve himself and get a drink of water and by the time he came back he'd gotten another text from Paul. 

"What? Where are you?" 

Frank texted back. "Bad things at home. At Holiday Inn in Schaumberg. Don't tell Becky." 

"Am coming to you." 

"No, SOK." 

"Coming now." 

40 minutes and a short nap later and Paul was pounding on the door, making a noise that reverberated painfully in Frank's head, causing him to groan and swear. He staggered to the door and opened it wordlessly to let in Paul, who looked around the room with a mixture of disgust, surprise and mild amusement as Frank haltingly made his way back to the bed. 

"Uh...Frank...what the hell? I called you at home this morning and Becky answered but I couldn't understand a thing she said. She was, well, hysterical. She said something about you leaving her." 

Frank sat down on the bed, his head in his hands, looking at his feet numbly, one shoe on, the other off. 

"I did." 

"You did what?" 

"Leave her." Frank kept on staring at his feet while Paul waited for him to continue, but Frank made no attempt to add to what he'd said, the only sound being the noise of the heater and the outside traffic. 

"Uh...that's it? You're not giving me any more than that?" 

"Any more of what?" 

"Like, an explanation for why you suddenly leave your wife? Did you have a fight or something?" 

"Or something." 

"Shit, I feel like I'm conducting a police interrogation with an uncooperative witness here. Come on Frank, what the hell is going on?" 

Frank sat up and stared off, without focusing, in the general direction of the half opened curtain and window. Finally, in a sad, robotic voice, he said, "She's been having an affair Paul. She's been cheating on me for a while." 

"What? Becky? Really?" 

"Really." 

"You sure." 

"Yep." 

"You want to tell me about it?" 

"Nope." Frank 

"Let me rephrase. You are going to tell me about it right now." 

Frank took in a deep breath, and slowly exhaled in an exasperated manner, looking with a kind of detached irritation at his friend, who was now sitting at the desk chair that he'd turned to face the bed. 

"OK fine. Let me think for a minute." Frank chewed his upper lip, while sightlessly examining an empty beer can on the floor, before looking up again. 

"OK. Remember I've been telling you how weird Becky's been acting? Acting guilty all the time. Hiding stuff. Being really bitchy. Like...at the Christmas party?" 

"OK, so far sounds like every girlfriend I've ever had on any given day." 

"Funny Paul." Frank gave him a look to indicate he wasn't really in the mood for humor. "Anyway, that was a huge change for Becky and then...then...well, remember I told you I felt like I was getting cut off?" 

"What? The blue balls thing last fall?" 

"Yeah. Well it didn't end then. In fact, it never really stopped. She just, I don't know, seemed to lose interest, completely. We've only been together, maybe, a couple of times the last few months. She's never in the mood and when we...do it...she's like a dead fish or something, I mean sometimes she'd start out like a tiger, but she couldn't ever keep it up. Like it was a real effort or something to maintain any sort of interest." 

"What, you think she wanted to be with another guy or something?" 

"I asked her what the deal is, but she was super evasive. Wouldn't talk about it at all." 

"Weird, although..." 

"Dammit, Paul, don't say your girlfriends do the same thing to you, because what I'm describing was just too odd, too different. Something was clearly happening with her and I couldn't figure what it was. Plus she essentially confessed she was cheating, confessed in writing." 

Paul looked stunned. "What? She wrote you a letter or something?" 

"No...not exactly. It's a little hard to explain, really." Frank chewed his lip before continuing. "Look, I don't know if you know this or not, but Becky has a tendency to...write things out when she's stressed...write it over and over. A kind of perseveration or something." 

"Huh?" 

"Look, it's hard to describe. But, here's an example. When she was playing softball in high school and she kept striking out on high pitches, I found, like 8 or 9 pages full of writing in one of her notebooks that said 'I will not swing at high pitches' over and over again. Or, a couple of years ago, when she thought she was getting a little heavy, I caught her writing 'I will run every day' all over a couple of pieces of paper. She was all embarrassed, but I didn't think it was a big deal, maybe kind of cute in a quirky sort of way." 

"OK, so?" 

Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out the sheets of wrinkled pink paper, waving them toward Paul. 

"I found these, by accident, a couple of days ago, in the trash." He handed the papers to Paul. "Look, look what she wrote." 

Paul took the papers from Frank and smoothed them out over the desk, turning the desk light on for a better look. Written all over the sheets, at different angles and sized letters and scripts was the same sentence, over and over again. 

'I will lose my marriage if don't I stop this.' 

"Stop what?" Paul asked Frank. 

"Well, honestly, at first I thought maybe she was talking about her behavior or something. You know, 'I will lose my marriage if I don't stop being a bitch'. But, look at the other pages." 

Paul shuffled through the stationary and Frank jabbed a finger at them when Paul reached the relevant pages. He looked at the writing for a moment and then, in a slightly detached and puzzled voice, read out loud.. 

"I will lose my marriage if I don't stop this...affair" He turned back to Frank, a stunned look on his face. 

"Crap, Frank. Did she say what this was about? Who the affair was with?" 

Frank made a sour look. "Shit, I don't know, but it came to a head last night. I was supposed to be working on the new rollout, but I came home early when the servers crashed and just let the NetSol people do their thing to get it going . I told her I'd be working really late, maybe all night, so I guess she figured she could cat around on me without getting caught. She didn't get home until almost midnight." Frank paused a minute to collect his thoughts, rubbing the side of his face nervously and taking a deep breath before continuing. 

"And...and this wasn't the first time. She'd actually done something like this a couple of times before, coming home late from some fake function or project or something, but this was ridiculous." He took another deep breath before continuing. 

So, anyway, when she gets home, she's all dolled up, wearing a really sexy dress and a lot of makeup, obviously fresh off a date. I had been thinking that I would just silently blow by her and leave when she got home, but her appearance just pushed me right over the edge, so I flat out confronted her. I mean I really pushed her hard to come clean, to tell me who she's been seeing." 

"And?" 

"The usual. She basically refused to answer. Wouldn't say who she was with or what she was doing or anything. I was so pissed, I just stormed out of there. Took off, got drunk. Here I am." 

Paul sat down next to Frank who was sitting hunched over, face down, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands folded in back of his head. He patted Frank on the back a couple of times. 

"Look, bud, what...what are you going to do now?" 

Frank mumbled back. "Now? Now I move on. Now I amputate the gangrenous limb and try and remake my life." He sat up and looked directly at Paul. "I'm done with her. In every way. Forever." 

Paul nodded his head in understanding. "OK bud, ok." 

---0--- 

"You seem a little distracted a penny for your thoughts..." Jolene tilted her head and regarded Frank with amusement and curiosity. Frank looked back and smiled, a forkful of chicken hovering a few inches above his plate. 

"I'm thinking that this chicken...is...not...good." Everyone at the table laughed some. 

"Well, I'm thinking that Angie and I should raid the dessert bar." Paul announced as he pushed his chair back, helping Angie to her feet. "Anybody else?" 

The other three quietly declined and Paul led Angie away from the table. A moment after they left, Jolene reached below her chair and grabbed her purse, then stood up and smoothed her dress briefly. 

"I need to take a quick trip to the girl's room. I'll be back in a minute." 

She exchanged a smile with Frank and turned to leave, her hourglass form undulating smoothly as she walked away. Bobby moved his chair closer and leaned in. 

"A lot of moving parts there Frank. Very high quality moving parts..." 

Frank smiled and shook his head. "Well, Bobby, I guess I would have been surprised if that had somehow escaped your attention." 

Bobby laughingly nodded in agreement and then became somewhat pensive. He moved even closer to Frank. 

"Hey...look, Frank. I'm sorry about that story. I..." 

"It's ok Bobby. It's a funny story." 

"Yeah, it is. I just...you know..." He stopped and took a sip of beer, swishing it absentmindedly in his mouth for a few moments before swallowing and continuing his apology. 

"Look, it's none of my business I guess, but I heard about you and Becky and I just wasn't sure if you wanted me to bring up a story with her in it, especially around this gal Jolene...so, sorry. Sometimes I have my head so far up my ass that..." 

"It's ok, really. Honestly, I don't think anyone caught on that Becky was the girl in the story, and even if they had, it's no secret that we had a pretty long relationship. " 

"Yeah, ok, ok." Bobby was smiling and looking directly at Frank. Then his expression darkened, his forehead wrinkled and the smile faded completely. 

"Frank. Again, it's none of my business, but I've always thought of you and...and Becky...as friends. And I guess I'd just like to know what...uh...what the hell happened?" 

Frank pressed his lips together in a tight, uncomfortable grimace as he considered Bobby's question. 

"Sorry, Frank, it's none of my..." 

"Look, Bobby, I don't want to go into the details tonight, but Becky was...she was cheating on me." 

Frank paused, expecting Bobby to express surprise, but his face stayed neutral, his mouth and eyes not moving at all, just nodding and listening, waiting for the next statement. 

"And I tried...tried to get her to talk about it...for a while. But she wouldn't talk. Finally, I just had to leave. I didn't...I didn't have a choice, really." 

Bobby pursed his lips thoughtfully, and looked down at the table, tapping his fingers, thinking. 

"Uh, Frank." He started hesitantly, looking back up at his friend. "Look, it sounds like you tried...tried to get her to talk, before you left. But, have you talked with her since? Maybe, maybe she'll talk now." 

Frank's face clouded over and his tone became tense, clipped, with a bitter edge. "Why Bobby? Why should I talk to her now? What difference would it make at this point? She ended the marriage. It's her problem. Why should I listen to her stories?" 

"Well, hell Frank. You were married for over 7 years. You were a great couple at one time, great right from the start, everyone knew you'd get married. You must have put a hundred thousand miles on your car driving down from Northwestern every damn weekend while she was still in high school and then, as soon as she could, she moved up to Chicago and..." 

"And so?" Frank questioned, almost accusingly. "Yeah, we were really close and devoted to each other for a long, long time. Or at least I was devoted to her. In the end...in the end that just amounts to a bigger kick in the gut, a more painful...betrayal." 

Bobby shrugged, evidently conceding the point. 

"Still, though, Frank, don't you think...I mean, with all that time and effort and...don't you think you ought to get some sort of closure or something?" 

Frank snorted derisively. "Closure? That sounds like some sort of new age shit, Bobby. I've moved on. I'm doing ok. I don't need anything from her anymore." 

"Maybe...maybe she could use it. Maybe for her." Bobby said with some hesitation, looking down toward the table nervously. Frank studied Bobby for a few moments and shifted in his seat, moving slightly closer to him. 

"What is this about Bobby? What's going on?" 

Bobby glanced up but didn't meet Frank's gaze, looking instead to a point just beyond his right shoulder. 

"Uh, Frank...look...I..." Bobby was the easiest talker Frank had ever known and his difficulty getting words out was strange, so strange that it occurred to him that Bobby was up to something he wouldn't like, something about Becky. 

"Has Becky talked to you Bobby? Has she put you up to something?" There was an insistent, demanding tone to Frank's voice and Bobby responded by looking directly at Frank, determinedly meeting his gaze. 

"Frank, look, this is going to piss you off, but I felt like it was the right thing to do..." Bobby licked his lips and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, briefly breaking eye contact with Frank and then reestablishing it again. Frank waited, with a stern, expectant expression. 

"Here's the deal Frank. I didn't come here alone tonight." Again a pause, but this time Bobby kept his eyes locked on Frank's. "I came with Becky. She's...she's sitting at one of the back tables." 

Frank's face reddened, his nostrils flared and the muscles in his jaw started working his teeth hard enough to make a faintly audible grinding sound. 

"What...the...hell...did you do that for Bobby? Are you trying to set up some kind of a scene? What were you thinking..." 

"Frank, look..." 

"...bringing that bitch here tonight?" 

They stopped talking for a moment, both breathing as if they'd just run a race. 

"Frank, I talked with her. Just a little on the phone last week. She didn't tell me what she did and I didn't ask. She just said that she'd messed up and that you'd left her. All she wanted to do was talk with you. All she wanted was a few minutes. She says she's tried everything. The phone, e-mail, texting, letters. She said she can't get anywhere near you before you bolt. Come on Frank, no matter how bad she screwed up, don't you think she deserves a couple of minutes to get some things off her chest at this point? Even if it's just to apologize? What could be wrong with that?" Bobby spread his hands apart and ducked his head slightly in supplication as he asked the last question. 

Frank's face, maybe his entire body, seemed suddenly hard and unyielding. He leaned forward, close to Bobby and spoke to him in a hiss through clenched teeth. 

"I'll tell you what could be wrong with that. She betrayed me. She stabbed me in the back after I'd given a decade of faithful years to her. I turned down so many women for her...Bobby, you have no fucking idea how many...and the first chance she gets..." Frank stopped and began taking deep breaths in order to stay calm. "...the first chance she gets, she sells our marriage out." 

Bobby took in what Frank was saying, nodding nearly imperceptibly. "Even so, Frank, even so..." 

Frank suddenly lost control, interrupting in a near shout. "I'm not talking to her Bobby, not here, not now, not ever!" Several people at nearby tables were jolted out of their conversations by Frank's outburst, looking over in curiosity and concern, while Bobby was so taken aback he held his hands up in a calming motion and slowly stood up. 

"I get it Frank. I get it. Fine." He moved away from the table a few feet. "I'll get out of your hair now. I don't want to cause a problem." 

He turned to go and saw Jolene who, while leaving the restroom, had been waylaid into conversation with several male coworkers. Bobby watched her for a second, how her beauty could attract men to her, like the sun pulling the planets toward it, forcing them into revolution, the planets having no will of their own but to obey the sun's imperative. Bobby turned back to Frank and gestured toward her. 

"Frank, are you sure you aren't avoiding Becky because you don't want to risk what you've got going with Jolene? I guess I might not want to talk to my ex either if I had that on the line..." 

Frank squinted angrily and sputtered. "Fuck you Bobby. Fuck you. That's not what this is about. It's not." 

Bobby nodded. "No. Probably not, probably not. Sorry Frank. Forget what I said." He gestured back to Jolene who had disentangled herself and was now making her way back to their table. "Tell her I'm sorry I had to go without saying goodbye, but it was nice to meet her. She's a nice girl, really. See you Frank." Frank grunted in reply and Bobby backed away from the table, smiled and waved to Jolene, and then walked away quickly. 

---0---- 

"Hey, man, we have to get going. What are you doing?" 

Paul was dragging a trunk full of Frank's clothes down the hallway when he spotted him on the couch, leafing through a photo album. 

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. I guess I just wanted to take a last look at..." Frank choked slightly on the last words and didn't finish. Paul came behind him and looked over his shoulder. 

"Wedding pictures?" 

"Yeah. I guess I'm just...reviewing. I thought it was a pretty good marriage. Maybe a great marriage. Hell, except for college we were inseparable for damn near 12 years. Just last summer, we were about ready to start a family and then, then it all fell apart. Still kind of hard to believe, really. Everything we did together, I mean ..." 

Paul looked at the picture, Becky was in her wedding dress, looking up at Frank in absolute adoration as he waved to the well-wishers on the steps of the Church. He shook his head slightly in disbelief. 

"Yeah, it is hard to understand how people change so much, but, hey, it happens, right? Remember I told you about my Uncle Mark? He seemed to be perfectly happy. Great marriage to my Aunt, or so everyone thought. And then, out of nowhere, he picks up and leaves for some slut he met at a convention in Baltimore. Almost no warning at all. My Aunt still can't get her head around it and she had some really bad years." Paul stopped talking and patted Frank on the shoulder in a gesture of consolation. "My advice? Move on. Let it go. My Aunt let it eat her up. You don't have to. You have lots of options." 

Frank shrugged. "Honestly Paul, I'm really doing ok. It really doesn't hurt much at this point. I'm just sort of...numb about the whole thing, I guess. And it hasn't been that hard moving on. Hell, Jolene and I have been seeing each other so much, that there isn't much time to be angry and there's really no chance to get lonely." Frank smiled absentmindedly. 

Paul shrugged and laughed. "Normally I'd tell you to be careful about a rebound relationship, but Jolene is...well, I don't' mean to be crude, but she's way too hot to be considered a rebound under any circumstances." 

Frank closed the wedding album and broadened his smile. "Yeah, I guess I am lucky after all. Really lucky to have met her. Seriously, my big problem isn't loneliness or bitterness or regret, it's trying to keep my pants zipped up until the divorce is final." 

Paul looked mildly surprised. "You're waiting for the divorce? How come?" 

Frank folded his hands in back of his head and leaned back, looking at the ceiling for a moment before returning his gaze to Paul. "Seems kind of weird, huh? I mean she's..." 




Jolene



"A walking wet dream?" Paul offered when Frank paused. 

Frank laughed. "I guess I was going to use a more romantic term. But, yeah, she's everything a guy wants, not just physically, but the way she acts. She's the whole package." He bit his lip in thought for a second. 

"And, well, she really likes me. I mean, she's made some...uh...suggestions that we ought to get a little closer and I'm pretty damn sure I wouldn't...strike out...if I pushed. But, I guess...I guess I want to be able to look myself in the mirror and know that I didn't do anything wrong. That I didn't cheat or compromise my vows even though I know most guys wouldn't blame me for taking her to bed. I really just want to have a clear conscience, you know?" 

Paul shrugged and smiled. "OK, that makes sense I guess. But...Frank, if it were me, well, I don't think I'd worry so much about having a clear conscience." He gave a wink to Frank and then checked his watch. 

"Oh man, seriously, we have to get the rest of this stuff in the truck. It's almost 3:30 and you said Becky gets off at 4:30. If we want to avoid her..." 

"Yeah, I definitely want to avoid her." Frank said, standing up. "I really don't want to hear any of her bullshit." 

"She keep feeding you crap?" 

"I still haven't talked to her since I left." 

"Not at all?" 

"Nope. She had plenty of chances before I left to talk and she wouldn't and now, honestly, I just don't want to hear it. There's nothing she can say that would make me change my mind and I don't feel any obligation to try and make her feel better. Like you advised, I'm moving on and making a clean break and anything she says won't help with that." 

---0--- 

Jolene returned to the table and carefully, gracefully settled herself into the seat next to Frank, smiling the whole time. 

"Where'd Bobby go?" 

"Ah, he had some sort of an emergency I guess." There was an awkward, pregant pause and Frank found himself changing the subject abruptly. "Hey, Paul and Angie are still in line over at the dessert bar. You want to get some now?" 

"No, thanks, I'm fine. I've had plenty." 

There was silence again and Jolene tried to start a conversation, talking about the project, some of the people she'd just met, the decorations, but Frank wasn't getting involved, giving one word answers or simply nodding his head in reply to her questions or statements. 

"Frank, you seem...bothered or distracted or something. Is anything wrong?" 

Frank cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair. 

"It's not a big deal, but, it turns out that Becky is here and..." 

Jolene sat back abruptly and her face suddenly looked like she'd eaten something incredibly bitter, her eyes scrunched nearly shut and her lips pinched together in an unpleasant pucker while Frank continued. 

"...well, I just don't want to have a scene...like..." 

"Like at the Christmas party?" Jolene interjected, her face relaxing some. 

"Yeah." 

Jolene took a deep breath, smiled and reached over to pat Frank's hand. "Well, I'm a little surprised that she's here, but, honestly, thinking about it, I'm not really worried, baby. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't cause a scene again. Last Christmas...I think she was just trying to make you jealous." 

Frank snorted. "I think she was just trying to pick up some guy. I mean, she had no reason to make me jealous, I was her husband for crying out loud." 

Jolene shook her head, a knowing smile on her face, the kind of smile a mother wears when a child expresses innocent ignorance about the workings of the world. 

"Frank, I think she had plenty to be jealous about. At least in her mind." 

Frank wrinkled his brow in puzzlement. "What are you talking about? I never gave her any reason..." 

Jolene unintentionally laughed, quickly covering her mouth to partially diminish her reaction. 

"Oh, Frank. Come on. We've both...behaved. But, really, you and I have been very close for a while now and we haven't exactly been discrete about it." 

"What are you talking about? Before I left Becky, before she cheated, we never gave anyone the impression that we were in a relationship." 

Jolene tipped her head and took in Frank's assertion with a slightly amused and incredulous look. "Remember the NetSol picnic last summer Frank? How about that?" 

"What about it? We spent some time together and..." 

"Frank, we spent two hours in a canoe together and a fair amount of time after that. At least 4 different women asked about 'my new boyfriend' and wanted to know how serious it was." 

A surprised and faintly puzzled look came to Frank's face. "Well...maybe...but, we were just..." Frank brought a hand to his forehead and rubbed it slowly. "Even if, maybe we...spent too much time in that canoe, that was months before the Christmas party and...she never said anything and I never gave her any other reason to think that...that..." 

"Oh Frank, are you sure? You never talked too much about me or smiled too many times when my name was mentioned?" She leaned forward and spoke more quietly, almost conspiratorially. "You never called my name when you were...together?" 

"No, no, I never..." 

Jolene shook her head. "Ah Frank, honestly, you're just...clueless about this. Yes, Frank, yes you did. You did all the time." 

"No...I didn't...I...wait, how would you know..." Frank was sputtering, unable to form the words to ask a complete question. 

"I know because..." Jolene sighed, blowing air out of her mouth in a slow, controlled exhalation. "Look Frank, she told me. She told me that nearly every time you were in bed and you were...excited... that you'd say my name. It was...hard for her." Frank's mouth and eyes popped open in surprise and he started to say something but Jolene stopped him with an upraised hand. 

"Look, she made me promise not to tell you that she'd talked to me. And honestly, she was so upset and I felt so bad for her, that I made that promise and I swore to myself that I'd try and back away from you. That I'd try to do the right thing. But...when I found out she cheated on you, that she threw your marriage away, well, I didn't think I needed to stay away at all. If the silly bitch was willing to step out herself, I didn't see any reason I had to stay away from the man I want. And I guess I don't see why I need to keep my promise to not tell you about that night either." 

"That night? What night? Did she call? What?" 

"No, she came in person, to my apartment. I'd been working and when I got home she was waiting for me in front of the door. She must have been there for hours because I got home pretty late. Evidently she'd come to see me a couple of times before, but got scared and left before I got there. But that night, she said she was determined to confront me-confront us really- because she thought we'd be together." Jolene stopped to take a sip of wine while Frank slowly shook his head with a stunned and confused look on his face. 

"So, yeah, she was convinced we were having an affair and she thought her best shot was to show up and fight for you, not literally, of course. But, you know, by competing, the way women do." She waited for Frank to respond, to show that he understood what she was saying but all he could muster was a weak little nod. Jolene sighed and continued. 

"So, she was wearing this beautiful black dress and pearls and she'd obviously taken a lot of time on her hair and makeup...maybe too much makeup...but still she looked..." 

"What...what night was this?" Frank's voice was becoming dull and robotic. 

"What night? It was when the server crashed. Remember? We thought we were going to have to work really late and..." 

---0--- 

Frank could no longer hear what Jolene was saying, his mind working frantically through new facts, facts that had been rapidly bringing a new truth to his consciousness, and as it did, the old truth retreated, becoming, instead, an ugly mistake, an expanding, festering wound on his conscience. 

The thoughts had taken the form of clearly seen images with superimposed, perfectly remembered audible memories flashing in and out of his mind at breakneck speed. 

The image of Becky, guiltily averting her eyes when he spoke of trust, hearing Jolene's voice: 

"...we spent two hours in a canoe together and a fair amount of time after that. At least 4 different women asked about 'my new boyfriend'..." 

- 

The strange onset of Becky's disinterested avoidance of sex and, when they did have it, the memory of her sudden loss of interest and passion, of her rolling away from him, sulking, angry and cold; all while hearing: 

"She told me that nearly every time you were in bed and you were...excited... that you'd say my name..." 

- 

The rage he felt when she came home late wearing the sexy black dress that was supposed to be reserved for special occasions for him, certain she'd worn it for her lover: 

"...she thought her best shot was to show up and fight for you... she was wearing this beautiful black -dress and pearls..." 

- 

His feeling of angry frustration and incredulousness when she refused to say where she'd been and who she'd been with, hearing his own voice explain why: 

"...if I hear that you have spoken to her or yelled at her, if she tells me she got a nasty phone call from you or a snide remark at some event or anything at all that upsets her, I'm going to go ape shit..." 

- 

The stunning, overwhelming confirmation of his suspicions when he found the notes that read 'I will lose my marriage if I don't stop this affair', newly understood in a different light: 

"...that night, she said she was determined to confront me-confront us really- because she thought we'd be together... she was convinced we were having an affair..." 

- 

And then more sounds, more recollections taken randomly and intermixed from the distant and more recent past, invading and relentlessly slicing his wounded conscience wider and wider. 

"Do you, Francis Angelo Portis take Rebecca Ann Smithson as your lawfully wedded wife ..." 

"You know I love you, don't you Frank? That you are the only man for me..." 

"...to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse... 

"...but it's too late now Becky. Too damn late. Because I'm done. You know what? I don't even care who it is anymore. I'm done. We're done..." 

...for richer, for poorer in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish..." 

"...are you sure you aren't avoiding Becky because you don't want to risk what you've got going with Jolene?" 

...till death do you part, according to God's Holy Ordinance?" 

"...I want to be able to look myself in the mirror and know that I didn't do anything wrong." 

And then, suddenly he could hear again, he could hear his name, sounding like a distant echo, bringing him back to the gala, to the food and the booze and to Jolene. 

"Frank...Frank...what's wrong Frank? You're totally zoned out..." 

Frank took in the incomparably beautiful face, the clear, alabaster skin, the abundant auburn hair falling in thick curls to her shoulders, the china white teeth and the sensuous, full lips and saw the truth. Saw that he wanted her perfect face and perfect body and he'd wanted it enough to sacrifice his marriage to the only woman he'd loved, if he could only find a way without lacerating his conscience. And he had. 

"Oh, God, Jolene...oh, God..." 

---0--- 

"This was a bad idea Bobby." 

Becky was seated at a table with Bobby and another couple she'd assiduously avoided talking to all evening while she struggled over and over again to get a look at Frank, sitting with Jolene at a table near the front. She could see them, deep in the middle of what appeared to be an emotional exchange when he'd looked up and saw her sitting there, gazing back at him through the crowded room. He looked back to Jolene and continued an animated discussion, gesturing once, twice, a third time in her direction and then, he stood up, looked toward her and started walking. 

"He's mad and he's going to ask me to leave. It's going to be horrible. He thinks I'm going to make a scene like I did at..." 

"Maybe," Bobby interrupted. "But at least you'll get your chance...your chance to clear the air. You wanted this, it's your show now." Bobby scooted back, away from Becky, effectively leaving her alone as Frank approached. 

Frank was walking slowly, hesitantly, picking his way through the tables carefully. But, he was walking with a purpose and his demeanor carried a drama that first caught the attention of a man at the rostrum who was preparing to make some announcements. His gaze directed members of the audience toward Frank and, one by one, table by table, their attention was turned to Frank as he moved forward to Becky. With each step the room's collective consciousness became more focused on him, conversations going out one after another, the room becoming ever more quiet with each footfall. Strangely quiet. Quiet as a Church. 

And then he stopped, wavering slightly, breathing raggedly, standing silently in front of the seated form of Becky. She was sitting perfectly upright, her hands folded politely in her lap, her soft hair tied up loosely, wearing a pretty white dress, simple and modest and pure, a dress that may have been better suited to a wedding than a party. 

For a few moments, neither spoke, but Becky made several abortive tries, her mouth opening and closing half a dozen times. Finally, with what appeared to be a great effort, she broke the silence. 

"Frank, I...I didn't cheat on you." She said simply with a cracking voice. "I just wanted you to know that. That I wouldn't cheat on you." He only nodded slowly, but when he didn't respond verbally, she continued. 

"I know that I can't compete with...with her, and I'm going to have a very hard time without you. But, at least I wanted you to know that I was faithful. I don't think I could go on at all if you'd left thinking that I'd cheated on you. That I'd betrayed you. I'm not sure I can live without you, but I know that I can't live with the thought of you hating me. Please, Frank...please believe me." 

Their eyes stayed locked for a few moments, and Frank began softly trembling, still unable to speak, his eyes becoming glassy and then wet. And then finally he took a single tentative step toward Becky and produced a quiet gasp from her that was echoed by the watchers as he abruptly sank to his knees as if before an altar, taking her hands in his, saying nothing, still looking into her eyes. Becky's expression was one of shock and then uncertainty. She gently pulled her right hand away and, with a faltering motion, softly put it to the side of Frank's face, feeling a tear drip over her thumb. 

"Frank?" 

"Becky...I'm...I'm so sorry Becky. I didn't...I love you Becky and I'm...so, so sorry." 

Becky took in the words of her kneeling husband, the sorrow in his voice, the expression on his face and the gentle touch of his hands and in a sudden, exhilarating epiphany, realized that a miracle had occurred; that her husband not only believed her, but still loved her. He had come back to her. 

She burst into tears. 

---0--- 

"If you want, I can take you home." 

Bobby had approached Jolene as she sat, tears in her eyes, watching what everyone else in the room was seeing. After kneeling in front of Becky for a few minutes, Frank stood and lifted her up with him, took her into his arms and kissed her, long and romantic, passionate yet gentle, the kind of kiss a groom gives his bride. Then, without breaking eye contact, he took her hand and began leading her toward the exit. 

"Oh God, I really, really wanted him. I had no idea that...that this would happen. I thought maybe we'd, I don't know..." Jolene's voice was breaking as she spoke. 

Bobby gave her a sympathetic look, but found himself trying to suppress a grin. "You know, I think things will turn out ok for you. You will always have plenty of options." 

"Yeah, maybe." She starred glumly at the exit as Frank and Becky finally left the room. 

"Well, let's get you home." He smiled at her as warmly as he could. "For what it's worth, Jolene, I think you are about the only woman in the world that could have turned Frank's head away from Becky, even for a little bit." 

She gave a sad smile back to Bobby and shrugged. "Maybe. But, that's kind of cold comfort, isn't it?" She took a deep breath through her nose and let it out in a long, wistful sigh. "I guess I just want what she has, what they have." 

"So does everybody," Bobby said, helping her up. "So does everybody."



Jolene & Steve



PART I

Memorial Day: Jolene & Steve 2004

It was a year after college, they decided they'd meet up at the old party house. There were six of them, two of whom still lived there (Trent & Eric).

They went out to several bars that evening, hit them hard and drank a lot. They were all friends: Dave and Chelsea (together), Eric, Steve, Jolene and Trent. Steve had always been notorious for picking on Jolene, because she liked to sleep around. In fact, she'd given blow jobs to Dave and Trent. 

Five of them left to go back to the house. Jolene stayed out. Jolene is about 5'4" with 36 DD tits, they were very firm and she loved showing them off; she worked out about three time a week, wasn't a gym-rat or over toned, but had a little flesh here and there. Before the five departed, Steve told Jolene that when she was ready to come back to the house that he'd go find her and walk her back.

He got the call about 1:30 in the morning, he left and found her. They walked back to the house, casually flirting and Steve egging Jolene on about who she was with and had she fooled around. She only blushed and giggled. They arrived at the house and most everyone had gone to bed. Dave and Chelsea were going to share the living room with Jolene and Steve that night. 

The four were joking around and Jolene had made a comment that her blow jobs were so good - Dave chimed back that they were so good, in fact, that he had fallen asleep during one of them. They all laughed.

The bathroom was occupied and so Steve went to go take a piss on the back lawn of the quiet corner lot. Jolene went out for a cigarette. He looked over his shoulder as she lit the cigarette between her red-lips and how she inhaled and then exhaled the smoke - he watched her lips purse out. Jolene noticed.

"Perv," she simply said.

"Says the one staring at my cock while I'm pissing."

"Ain't much of a cock."

"I'll take you're word for it, you've had your fair share." Steve pivoted so she could see more of his meat. Her eyes darted down watching his dick jet out the last few streams of piss.

Steve walked back up to the deck and sat next to Jolene. They looked in the house and say that Dave and Chelsea were still awake watching TV.

"So, Jo, did you finally seduce the bartender?" Steven nonchalantly said.

"Yes," Jolene gushed and waved her eyelashes.

"Good for you, you've been wanting his hog for awhile, now, no?"

"Yes," she confessed "What I can I say, he liked my tits." She winked.

"Who doesn't like your Boobs, Jo?" Thinking about them himself, Steve shifted has the conversation and the thought of her bare tits was starting to give him a chub.

"You just like hearing about me fucking, Steve, admit it."

"It's entertaining and it gives me some ammo to pick on you." Steve got up and went to go piss again - he wasn't really, he just needed to get out of that situation before his drunk lips got him in too deep.

"Let's see it again!" Jolene hissed from the porch.

Steve had his dick out and turned to his profile, giving Jolene a good look at his semi-hard dick.

"Are you using Mircale-Gro?" She laughed.

He tucked his pecker back into his pants, smiled and walked up to Jolene who was finishing her cigarette. Jolene didn't mind the half-Irish man coming to sit next to her. She loved flirting with the 5'9 175 pound muscular Mick.

He sat next to her, the Spring night a bit cool, their bodies touched against one another and the casually chatted. The TV was still on in the living room. To be warmer Steve but his arm around the cock-monger. Jolene didn't complain. She caught him staring at her tits.

"Feel them," she half-dared, "everyone else has." Steve needed the extra encouragement. With any other girl, he would have already had her - but this was a long-time friend (even though she was a bit of slut).

He reached up, grasping her breast, squeezing hard, he closed his eyes reveling at how firm they were for such big jugs.

"Nice, huh?" she egged him on.

He came out of his trance. "Yup."

She placed her hand on his lap. They both looked inside and realized that they'd be heard by Dave and Chelsea if the petting got heavy.

They went out to the yard and Steve pressed Jo up against a tree and was kissing her, tasting her cigarette tongue... and perhaps a hint of the dick she'd sucked earlier. He was hot with lust, he didn't care. His hand went to her pants, and unzipped them. He went toward her panty-clad cunt which was dampening with every second. His expert hands quickly found her clit as she sucked on his neck and ear.

Jolene wiggled out of her pants, Steve helped pull them down to her ankles. He went down and kissed her thighs and up to her mound. He removed her panties in the same fashion. And kissed the top of her pubes, noticing that some of them were lightly matted, but he didn't think anything of it. He darted his tongue in, flicking her clit lightly. She purred.

He turned and she leaned on the tree, bent at the hip - her ass hanging out in the air. He buried his face in cunt, shoving his tongue up her hole and reaching around with his fingers and circling them around her clit, his nose was touching her pungent, but smooth asshole - his cock rock hard in his pants. He was licking her hard and she was getting off. Steve could taste her fluids, they were thicker than normal.

"Oh fuck, eat that pussy."

He obliged and ate her to another quick orgasm. She was getting close to her third.

"Ugh, taste that shit, Steve? That's the bartender's cum in my cunt." She hissed domineeringly. 

He should have stopped, but it just urged him on further.

"You're a bitch, Steve." Jolene said, grinding her pussy into his face. "Clean that cum out of me."

He obliged lapping the semen and pussy juice from her and rocking her to another orgasm.

They were exhausted, his jaw hurt. He came up smiling. It was nearing 4am. They pulled up her pants and cleaned up. And starting back into the house.

Chelsea had opened up the door and was calling out for them.

"Where were you two?"

"We just went to walk off some of the buzz." Jolene quickly lied.

The next morning they departed without any mention of the event.

PART II: Two years later... at a bar...

Steve had since been in a long term relationship that soured. Jolene had done her normal thing with occasional hooking up. They'd met for beers every few months, never speaking of their encounter, but both remembering it and masturbating to it every now and again.

Jolene lived downtown in a small city and her roommate has just moved out, leaving her with the burden of the lease. 

"Well, why don't I just move in with you?" Steve said "I'm clean and just had to sell the condo, so I need to live somewhere." He joked.

Jolene didn't think about it long. 

"Just to warn you, though, Steve, I don't wear too much around the apartment."

"Cock tease." He laughed...

He moved in the next week into her two-bedroom 850 sq feet apartment. They had different schedules and didn't see each other too much in those first few days.

But Steve heard her come home Friday night at 12am, giggling and a bit tipsy with a male companion.

Their rooms were next to each other. Steve heard them go into her bedroom and getting onto her squeaky bed. He lay still in his bed, wide awake, listening to them groan and her moan. He felt her bed bumping the wall behind him. He smiled and muttered to himself, "Oh, Jolene." 

They picked up the pace and you could hear Jolene panting and begging for cock, "Fuck me with that big dick." There was a grunt from the man and Jolene screamed with ecstacy.

Within five minutes there was an audible 'Zip' and shoes walking through the living room and then a door shutting.

Steve got up, a chub in his pants, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

A moment later, Jolene came out of her bedroom, naked, and went to the bathroom, not even noticing Steve. She cleaned up and came back out.

Seeing a shirtless Steve with his broad chest, defined shoulders and sightly toned stomach, she jumped a little, giving out a little shriek.

"Crap! I hadn't seen you all week and had forgot that you moved in." She tried to pawn that story off on Steve.

"No you didn't, Jo. And by the way, you're naked, hun." He cracked a smile looking at her bare breasts and freshly fucked cunt.

At first she was embarrassed, but then retorted,"Nothing you haven't seen before."

"Not all at once." Steve quipped.

Jolene went and threw on some sweats. The both sat on the worn, brown leather couch at opposite ends talking.

Breaking the silence, "He was black and his cock was pretty big; I couldn't help myself."

"Haha, nice. I bet you liked that."

"You couldn't tell?" She jested.

"I think everyone in the complex knows."

"Oh, don't worry about that, I think they all know I'm a bit of a tramp." She smiled. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Don't lie, you wanted me to hear you. Admit it."

"I won't deny it, it's hot knowing that you're listening to me getting fucked, makes me cum harder. Like that time you ate me in the backyard, you remember that, right?"

"Yeah, I'm quite sure you owe me an orgasm."

Jolene giggled, "Nah', that's expired by now. You only have a few days to cash that in. Rub my feet."

Steve grabbed them and rubbed as he was told. Jolene knew he was more of a submissive then he'd ever admit. Jolene laid back knowing she'd have fun with Steve over the next several months.

"So did that hurt your pussy, or are you used to big ones." Steve inquired. 

"Not too much, hurt my ass more to tell you the truth." She looked up at Steve who gulped a bit. She took the foot her was rubbing and grinded it into his crotch. "You like that, huh? That's where he came, in my ass. There's still some in there if you want a midnight snack." She joked assertively.

"I'm ok," Steve anxiously replied.

"Don't act like you don't want it," Jolene exclaimed. "Remember you at the bartender's cum from me before." She pushed her foot into his crotch more forcefully and then added, "Eat my ass, Bitch."

Steve was much better at responding to this command. Jolene got onto all fours and pulled down her sweats. Steve spread her ass checks, still warm from a light spanking and he rimmed her loose asshole that smelled like cock and ass. He went around with his tongue licking her smooth butthole. She purred enjoying how gentle he was, but whores don't always like it gentle and she needed to make Steve feel more like her bitch, which he was slowly becoming.

She pushed him down to the floor and squatted over his face, reverse cow-girl style, pushing her bunghole into his face. His tongue slid in deep, finding the black man's big load deposited deep in her hole. 

Jolene grasped Steve's 6" cock through his pants and lightly jerked him off. She squeezed her ass muscles forcing some of the cum out and down his throat.

"Mmm, clean up that ass pie, Steve. Eat his cum that came from his much bigger dick and balls." Jolene started frigging herself with her free hand, building to a slow orgasm. "You love eating cum out of me, don't you, Steve?"

He mumbled something.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'." She said. "You like listening to me get fucked by big cocks, you like listening to me moan and scream and the men grunt as they shoot their loads in me. Don't you?"

"MMMeaaass." Is all that Steve can get out, to concentrated at getting the cum from Jolene's loose asshole.

She bends down, getting into a 69 and places his dick in her mouth. Steve's balls twitch. She bobs her expert lips and tongue over his dick, sucking him in and out and playing with his balls and placing a finger on his little, puckered anus. He wiggles beneath and continues to feast on her butt and then her cunt.

"Cum in my mouth, Bitch." Jolene says. 

She locks her lips around his cockhead and jerks his shaft into her mouth. He unloads and fills her mouth full of thick, white cum. The oral expert doesn't miss a drop. She turns around to face Steve who is still under her and kisses him deeply, pushing his cum into his mouth. It's a mixture of flavors, her cigarettes, the black guy's cock, his cock and salty, bitter cum. He drinks it in and she watches, he pussy gleaming wet.

"You'll do as I say, cum whore, or I'll tell everyone what a bitch you are."

Steve's semi-hard shlong twitches as she says this. He nods his head in agreement.

"Cum eater." Jolene whispers into Steve's ear as they both fall asleep on the living room floor.



Jolene & Steve Solo Fun



Last Tuesday my cell phone went off while I was in a meeting with the Owner of the project we are working on along with the General Contractor and several engineers. It was my beautiful wife Jolene who started the conversation by her usual manner of asking me if I was in a meeting. I told her I was but could listen for just a moment while turning my head away from the table. Jolene asked if I could get off early this afternoon as she had a surprise for me at home. I told her I could probably breakaway a little early and asked about the surprise. My sexy wife told me she had run into our friend Steve, the carpenter, at the local home improvement store and had invited him over this afternoon for cocktails and a haircut. I looked at my watch and it was about 1:30 in the afternoon as Jolene was telling me that she expected Steve around 4:00 or so. I looked back at the table as I could tell it was my turn to speak just as my wife said, "You won't mind if I give Steve a special haircut will you dear? I am changing into your favorite haircutting outfit!" My cock was growing thinking Jolene at home with Steve as I told her I had to go and would call her back later.

That was one of the longest meetings of my life. When I wasn't talking I was thinking of my sexy wife at home cutting our friend's hair. My wife is a hairstylist and when she gives me a "special haircut" at home she wears a white mesh long sleeved negligee that just covers the top of her fine tanned ass. The mesh fits exceptionally tight and molds itself to every curve of her luscious body. Jolene's large breasts and erect nipples press out the thin mesh material not leaving much to the imagination. Beneath the white mesh a pair of ever so small pink g-string panties normally covers her beautiful blonde well-trimmed pussy. When Jolene has this outfit on cutting my hair it always leads to great sex, as I can't keep my hands off my wife. Many times she has described to me cutting other men's hair at home while wearing this nasty outfit. Jolene describes pressing her body against their bodies and allowing their hands to roam over her body. She elaborates on the feel of their hands on her naked skin and the feel of their cock as she either sucks them off or fucks them in her chair. I love watching my wife enjoy and be enjoyed by other men and the thought of this afternoon created an erection that wouldn't die. 

Immediately after the meeting I looked at my watch, 2:45 and I had some things that needed attention before heading home. When I reached my office and closed the door behind me I immediately called my wife at home. Jolene answered the phone on about the fourth ring with a very cheery "Hello sweetheart!! Hurry home for your surprise!!" I told Jolene that my erection had not died down since her call to me earlier and my imagination was running wild. My wife told me not to worry because everything and anything I could think of would probably happen; she just wanted to let me know so I had a chance to be there. I told her she was a naughty woman and I would be home as soon as I could and to go ahead and start without me. Jolene said she had already started by shaving her landing strip from her pussy because she knew Steve liked bald pussies. Jolene went on to describe her masturbating in the shower thinking of Steve's large cock fucking her from behind. I asked her if she was going to wear the mesh outfit and she told me she already had it on and was just dabbing her perfume on when I called. 

Jolene asked if I thought her pink g-string panties with the polka dots would be fun and I told her they were my favorites, as I loved the way they pressed against her pussy lips and ran up the crack of her tight ass. My wife described to me how she was slipping them on as we talked and also sliding into a pair of clear high-heeled slippers to accentuate her long tan legs. My wife was explaining how hard her nipples were and how hot her pussy was knowing Steve and I would be arriving soon. I knew I had to hang up and complete my work and as I said goodbye to my wife I asked her to call me when Steve arrived. Jolene laughed and said I would probably stay at work later if she told me when he arrived and that it would be up to me to make it home for the fun. My wife assured me that she would take good care of our friend until I arrived home from work. I hung up the phone with a bulge in my pants and a vision in my mind of my wife taking special care of Steve during his haircut and afterward.

At 3:30 I was just about complete with my work and looking forward to my 30 minute commute home knowing if I left now I could make it home by around 4:00 and be able to enjoy watching my wife give our friend a haircut he would not forget. Just as I was slipping my laptop into my briefcase one of our field guys stepped into my office and asked if I had a few minutes. I glanced at the picture of my wife in a mini-skirt I keep on my desk and slowly sank back down into my chair. After working with my employee for about 20 minutes I again had my briefcase in my hand and was headed to the door. Feeling pretty excited I made my way through the parking lot and into my truck, out of the parking lot and onto the freeway in record time. The first few miles passed without incident then the traffic began piling up about 10 miles from my off ramp. It was now just past 4:00 and the traffic was just about stopped. Taking the cell phone in hand I was going to call home until I received the no service message. I picked up my PDA where I have stored some pictures of Jolene and ran the slideshow as I found myself sitting in traffic. The slideshow ran through pictures of my beautiful wife alone, dressed and undressed, wearing lingerie and then the special ones of our adventures. Toward the end of the slide show I stopped on the picture of Jolene sucking Steve's cock from one of his prior visits. All I could do was sit in my truck with a hard on, enjoying the pictures of my wife and the thought of her and Steve alone in our home.

At 5:15 I pulled into our driveway noticing Steve's truck parked across the street from our home. I made my way in the front door and setting my briefcase on the desk in the office headed toward the master bathroom where I was sure Jolene would be finishing Steve's haircut. As I entered the bedroom I stopped in my tracks because there was my hot wife, completely naked, riding up and down on Steve's large cock. Steve had his big hands on Jolene's hips and was meeting her with each thrust, pulling her closer to him as they fucked. My wife's head was thrown back and she was squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples as she was fucking our friend. I stood silent as I watched his cock move in and out of my wife's slick pussy, her lips parting around him on each of his thrusts into her. Moments later Steve started a low grunt as he picked up his rhythm and held my wife onto his cock; with each pulse of their bodies I knew Steve was pumping my wife full of cum. I stood with my cock in my hands as I watched Steve and Jolene's cum run down the shaft of his cock. They were now locked in an embrace as he held her ass tightly to him, her pussy writhing against his cock and body. 

Jolene rolled to the side as Steve's cock slipped from her well fucked pussy, now naked and glistening with their juices. Jolene and Steve kissed for a few minutes giving me time to slip out of my clothes and crawl onto the bed between my wife's legs. My wife looked down and smiled at me as I ran my tongue up her thighs to her waiting, freshly fucked pussy, slipping my tongue in her and sucking her clit. Jolene and Steve continued their embrace while I sucked and licked my wife's pussy, her hips moving up and down as she started another orgasm, my face glued to her bald pussy and her face glued to our friend. I couldn't get enough of my wife's cum filled pussy and I continued cleaning her until my cock was so hard I knew I had to fuck her. I raised my head from her pussy long enough to ask her to turn over and get on her knees to which she happily complied. As Jolene was repositioning herself so I could slide my hard cock into her slick pussy Steve moved up so she could suck his cock.

As my wife took Steve's semi-erect cock in her mouth I moved up behind her and slid my dick into her. I enjoyed the feel of her hot, slick, cum filled pussy as it slid over my cock and as I took her by the waist I began an assault on her from behind. Jolene now had Steve's growing dick fully in her mouth and she was sucking him hard as she held the base of his cock tightly with her left hand. Each time my wife's head would raise to the head of Steve's shaft I would pull her back to me by her hips and as she deep throated our friend I would shove my cock into her pussy deeper, and harder. Soon Jolene was fucking me instead of me fucking her and I could hear my wife start swallowing Steve's cum by the slurppy groans and moans escaping from her lips as her head moved frantically around his cock. That was all I could handle and holding my wife tight by her beautiful, fuckable hips I emptied my balls into her already juicy pussy, grinding myself against her ass as her face was buried in Steve's groin. 

As the breathing settled down we held our positions for what seemed like an hour before we moved slowly apart. Jolene slipped from the bed moving toward the bathroom and returned a minute later with a couple of warm washcloths for us and then leaving again to take a shower. For the first time of the afternoon Steve and I started talking by my asking him how he was doing and how he ran into my wife. Steve said he was doing fine and while in the Home Depot looking for lumber and hardware noticed a woman near the decorating section in little white tennis shoes, a very short denim skirt and a white tank top. As he got nearer to this woman he noticed it was my wife, Jolene, and stopped to say hello. Steve said, "Bernard, I have to tell you she looked hot! I mean when I walked up to her and her nipples were pressing against that thin tank top I could hardly talk. Your wife's skirt was so short and moved so well with her ass as she walked through the store I forgot about the lumber!"

He continued that he asked if she had eaten lunch yet and when she said no he offered to buy her lunch any place she chose. Jolene said she wanted to eat a hot dog out in front of the store and have a coke and just talk a while. Steve told me they sat on the bleachers in front of the store, Jolene sat about three rows up and he on the bottom row. When they started eating and talking he could see directly up her long legs to her blonde pussy. I asked him what color panties she had on and he replied that she didn't, just her little blonde pussy. As they ate and talked he was obviously distracted and when my wife asked him why he told her all he could think about was her body and making love to her again. It was then that Jolene told him she had recently become a hairstylist and invited him over for the special cut. He asked when and she said about 4:00 PM would be great, he looked at his watch and it was only 1:00 PM. That allowed him enough time to get his lumber and supplies and my wife enough time to get home and prepare. Steve walked my wife to her car and she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before swinging into her SUV revealing all of her long legs before shutting the door and driving away. 

At 4:00 Steve was knocking on our front door with a bouquet of flowers and an urge. He told me when Jolene opened the door she was highlighted by the sunshine, wearing a very short transparent robe and smile. They had a brief embrace at the door, Steve saying that the fragrance of her perfume gave him an erection as he felt my wife press her body to his. Closing the door Jolene lead him through the living room to our family room and asked him if he would like something to drink. It was while following her through the living room that he could make out a pink g-string covered by a white mesh type of shirt under her short satin robe. As they sat at the bar and enjoyed a drink Jolene made no attempt to cover her legs as her robe fell open each time she crossed and uncrossed her legs. As my wife moved on the bar stool her robe fell loosely open and it was then that he could see directly through the mesh material to her tanned body and naked tits.

Finishing their second drink Jolene determined that I was not going to make it, after all it was already 4:30 and I was not home and had not called. Jolene asked Steve if he was ready for his haircut as she stood from her seat and let the robe fall to the floor at her feet. Steve told me his cock was rock hard as he took in my wife standing nearly naked in front of him. Jolene took Steve by the hand and led him to our master bathroom where she intended to do the haircutting. As they passed the foot of the bed Steve suggested they take a break before the haircut. Jolene stopped and turned to face him, her breasts held tightly to her body by the mesh lingerie and her little pink polka dot panties just in view. Steve bent to kiss her and as they embraced he ran his hands down the sides of her breasts around her back and down to her ass, pulling her tight into him. Taking their time they continued kissing as they lay down on the bed. Jolene stretched out on the bed, writhing beneath him and rubbing her legs together. He went on to describe how he ran his hands over her large tits and down her body until he could feel the heat from her pussy under her panties.

Jolene for her part was also running her hands over her body and trying to free his cock from his pants. As Jolene's panties were being pulled from her tan legs her newly shaved pussy came into his view. Steve said he licked up her right thigh and then onto her puffy, wet pussy, licking her clit and sucking lightly on her pussy lips. Jolene pushed his face from her pussy after cumming for the first time of the afternoon and sitting up pulled her mesh lingerie over her head and kicked her sandals onto the floor. Steve said he wasted no time pulling his pants off, tearing his underwear off, pulling his socks off and throwing his shirt off his back and getting back on the bed with my hot wife who was now naked. Once he was back on the bed Jolene looked at the clock and told him since it was just after 5:00 PM she would only blow him until I got home. Jolene loves to suck cock and he said he just about blew his wad more than once as my wife licked and sucked him. Jolene around to where Steve could get access to her pussy and he played with her pussy, sliding his finger slowly in and out as she blew him. It wasn't long before she was pumping his cock and guiding it to her pussy as she lowered herself on to him. Steve said he could feel her pussy slide over the entire length of him and seem to suck him deeper and deeper into her. He was fucking her slowly and then picking up rhythm as I walked into the room. 

Steve said he knew I was there but could not stop fucking my wife as he was just about to cum. I told him I enjoyed and appreciated his story very much and also enjoyed the view of my wife riding his cock when I came in the bedroom. Steve was telling me about how much he liked Jolene's shaved pussy when we saw her step into the doorway between the bedroom and the bathroom, legs spread apart, hands on her hips, wearing her mesh negligee, saying "Well Steve, are you ready for that special haircut now?" 



Jolene & The Carpenter



Someone asked me why I thought I like watching my wife as an exhibitionist and also why I enjoy watching my wife have sex with other men. This is a very interesting question and after much consideration I am still not sure I completely understand where these desires come from but they are sure powerful and I sure enjoy them. I grew up through childhood and into my early teens with mainly women, I have a dad but I was mostly with my mother, her sisters, my cousins and so on and so on. Some of my early memories are of my female cousins, who were about six to eight years older than I, parading around the house in their underwear and bras. My mother’s family was mainly women and it was not unusual when we visited our relatives to have six or seven female cousins spending the night in kind of a pajama party. I thought it was wonderful to see the various shapes and sizes, smell the perfume and playfully wrestle with my cousins. 

I love women! I love being around women, talking with women, making love to women and just looking at women. Being so close to my cousins may be one of the reasons I love women, they were just a part of my life. Then there was my aunt Barbara, a woman who men would pant over. Aunt Barbara was a sexy deep-throated well-endowed woman who loved men. I remember spending time with her between her several husbands and watching the way her boyfriends would hold, kiss and caress her. Barbara dressed provocatively wearing low cut sweaters, black nylons and garter belts and skirts which for her time were considered daring. While spending time with my aunt I can remember her spending quite a bit of time around the house in only her bra, panties and nylons. The first time I saw a garter belt and nylons were on my Aunt Barbara’s long legs. I have many fond memories of my sexy, smoking, erotic Aunt Barbara. Is it possible I have been looking for my own Aunt Barbara and did not even know it? I can see her now sitting on the leather sofa with her legs crossed and the tops of her nylons just visible when she would cross and un-cross her legs. 

My wife knows of my voyeuristic nature and has accepted my desires and me. Although I don’t consider us having a swinging lifestyle we have had numerous sexual encounters where my wife has either exposed herself to or had sex with other men. We choose to play within our circle of male friends as it gives us a personal comfort level knowing these men really care for my wife on more than just one level. Last night my wife and I had a friend over for dinner and to discuss some work we wanted done around the house. Larry is a carpenter by trade and my wife Jolene and I were looking to have a patio cover built in our backyard. When Larry arrived Jolene was dressed in a short denim skirt that came midway down her luscious thighs. Her supple breasts were barely covered by a button up blouse that was tied at midriff. The loosely tied blouse held her breasts firmly, revealing her cleavage and exposing just a few inches of her tanned stomach. A pair of high-heeled sandals finished off her outerwear while a skimpy pair of pink lace panties covered her near naked pussy; I enjoy Jolene’s pussy with just a tuft of blonde hair neatly trimmed above her delectable pussy.

Larry is a little younger than my wife and I at 38 but is in very good shape probably a result of his working in construction. As Jolene prepared dinner it was difficult for both Larry and myself to keep our eyes off of my wife’s long tanned Californian legs. The two of us were sitting at the dinning room table while Jolene put the finishing touches on our meal, moving around the kitchen like she was on a cloud. Each time Jolene would bend over to check the chicken in the oven her pink panties would just come into view. This beautiful site was not lost on either Larry or me as the outline of her pussy pressed against the lace of her panties. While waiting for the rice to steam Jolene would lean back against the counter with her legs spread just slightly allowing us time to take in her long tanned legs. Larry and I feasted on those long tanned legs as Jolene attempted to reach some spices on the top shelf of the cabinet by reaching has high as she could but to no avail. As she was on her tiptoes and stretched out the bottom of her firm ass was peeking out under her short skirt.

Larry asked if she could use some help as he rose from his chair. Jolene thanked him as he retrieved the spices and handed them to her while looking directly down the front of her almost open blouse. My wife leaned forward and gave Larry a quick kiss on the check before turning her attention back to preparing dinner. As Larry and I sat at the table my wife began setting the dishes and such before us. Each time Jolene would bend over the table her blouse would fall open revealing her supple tits and erect nipples. My cock was hard and I am sure Larry’s was as well. When dinner was served and Jolene sat down with us her skirt was well up on her tanned thighs and her loose fitting blouse was open enough to show quite a lot of her fleshy breasts.

During dinner we talked of quite a lot and discussed the plans for the patio cover Larry had come to take a look at. Jolene mentioned that she wanted the patio cover to extend over the hot tub so as to give us a little more privacy. Larry described several methods of construction while trying to keep his eyes diverted from my wife’s lovely chest. By the time dinner was over we had consumed a full bottle of wine and we were all feeling pretty good. I suggested we move to the backyard to take a look at the patio cover and enjoy another drink in the warm summer night. As Jolene and Larry made their way to the backyard I grabbed another bottle of wine and three fresh glasses.

My wife and Larry were discussing the patio cover and as my wife is very animated her arms were moving this way and that while she was designing the patio cover in mid-air. Larry was taking in her explanation and watching her move around the patio stretching this way and that as she described what she wanted. Larry had take a chair at the table as Jolene moved close to him and sat on the edge of the table still discussing the patio cover. Even from where I was at the back door I could clearly see my wife’s pink lace panties as her legs were slightly spread. I poured us all another glass of wine as I arrived at the table and asked if Larry was seeing the design and getting what he needed. Larry laughed a little and said he was almost seeing what he wanted. Jolene suggested we all take a hot tub and jumped off the table untying her blouse as she did so.

As Jolene stood in front of our friend Larry her large breasts jumped from the blouse she just dropped to the floor. Larry did not know quite what to do or say as my wife slipped out of her skirt letting it fall around her feet and then squirmed from her tight little pink panties. My wife stood there for a moment in front of Larry, her tanned body accentuated by the soft white skin of her breasts and her pussy. Her neatly tanned pussy was highlighted by soft light we had on the patio and was only a foot or two from Larry’s face. Jolene stepped out of her high heels as she turned and scampered to the hot tub asking Larry if he were going to join us. 

Larry looked across the table at me and as I shrugged my shoulders I began dropping my pants and pulling my shirt over my head. Larry said he did not have underwear or a bathing suit with him and I assured him that we most often went nude in the hot tub and not to worry. From watching my wife my cock was almost hard as I started toward the hot tub. As Larry dropped his pants we could tell his cock was half rigid and all of eight inches in length. Jolene smiled as Larry stepped up and then down into the hot tub, his cock now semi-erect just in front of my wife’s face. Larry took a seat on the same side of the hot tub as my wife as I entered and sat across from them. We talked for a few minutes about the stars and the weather, trying to break the now present sexual tension. Jolene mentioned we forgot our drinks as she rose from the steamy hot water. Larry and I watched my beautiful wife as the water cascaded from her nipples and breasts, running down her firm stomach and through her barely there pussy hair. Jolene stepped out of the spa and retrieved our drinks from the table bringing them one at a time to us in the hot tub. 

As Jolene walked naked back and forth between the table and the hot tub we could not keep our eyes off of her swaying breasts and firm ass. My wife stepped back into the hot tub with her drink and took her seat near Larry. As we continued the small talk Jolene moved closer to Larry, moving close enough that her legs were touching Larry’s. Jolene set her wine glass down on the edge of the spa a she slid in front of Larry and then up to embrace him. Larry was fairly shocked by my wife’s boldness and as they broke their kiss Jolene looked him in the eye and said in a very sultry voice “Don’t worry, my husband loves this shit”, her hands moving down under the water to his cock. Larry glanced across the hot tub at me and I nodded my head up and down as my hand found my own hard cock. Larry took my wife in his large hands and raised her from the hot tub just high enough to suck one of her nipples into her mouth. Jolene pulled his head tight against her tits as our friend hungrily sucked one nipple and then the other. 

Jolene and Larry locked in another embrace as I stroked my cock across from them. Larry’s hands were roaming over Jolene’s heaving chest as they kissed as her hands were busy under water. I love watching my wife have sex with other men and this was so hot I was about to cum. Jolene stood in front of Larry, her body glistening with the hot water, and took him by the hand leading him out of the hot tub. I watched as my wife sat him down on a chair and then slid to her knees to take his hard cock in her hands and then into her mouth. Larry sat back as my wife began sucking and licking on his shaft, performing not only for him but for me as well. I watched as my wife smiled at me as her tongue worked up and down on the underside of our friend’s dick then swirled around the head of his circumcised cock. With slow strokes my wife took his cock into her mouth, sucking up and down while pumping his shaft with her small hands.

Larry was now holding my wife’s head between his hands as the blowjob he was getting became more intense. I could see by the way his body was moving with my wife’s head that he was about to cum and cum he did. Larry was moaning loudly as he pumped his cock into my wife’s mouth, filling her with his cum, and holding her head the whole time. Jolene slowed the pace on his cock and as she raised her head a small string of semen escaped her lips and clung to Larry’s dick. My wife sat back on her knees and smiled up at Larry and then across the hot tub at me. Larry sat spent in his chair and didn’t know quite what to say or do as I stepped out of the hot tub and took my wife a towel. Jolene stood and wiped the remaining cum from her chin and gave me a long kiss before bending down to clean our friends cum covered cock. 

I retrieved our drinks from the hot tub and sat them on the table. My cock was sticking out proudly in front of me as I took a seat across from Larry and Jolene. My wife excused herself for a minute, as she wanted to put her hair up and grab her cigarettes from inside. I watched as my wife sauntered off into the house, my cock still as hard as when I got out of the hot tub. Larry looked across the table and asked curiously if I was OK with my wife’s actions. I explained to Larry that Jolene and I had a special relationship and part of that were my voyeuristic nature and her love of fucking. He asked how many time we had done this and I explained that we were very select with the men we played with and all were close friends such as him. I went on to explain that although I did my best to set up the situations I left it totally up to my wife if she wanted to play or not and that tonight it was Jolene’s idea to have sex with him. I told him I was as surprised as he was when my wife undressed in front of him and then surprised again when she started kissing him in the hot tub. I explained that after the kiss I knew there was going to be plenty of fucking and sucking. 

About this time Jolene reappeared on the back patio, still naked but with her hair up. Jolene walked across the patio to my chair where she sat down on my now semi-rigid cock. My wife reached down and tweaked my nipples as she slid her tongue in my mouth. We kissed while I began fondling my wife’s breasts and rolling her nipples in my fingers. As we broke the kiss Jolene told me she loved me her hands finding my now erect cock. My wife turned so she was facing Larry and lowered her hot pussy onto my cock, slowly, very slowly allowing full penetration. I had her breasts in my hands and let go to grab her by her hips. Jolene began a slow up and down movement on my cock, her wet pussy sliding easily up and down my shaft while her supple chest moved in time with our fucking. Larry was locked onto my wife as she rose and fell on my cock and we could see his cock begin stirring.

I was moving in time with my wife as she rose completely off of my cock and gave me another kiss, her fine ass pointed directly at our friend across the table. My cock was wet with her juices as she grasped it in her hand and told me she would be back shortly. Jolene moved across the deck to Larry and sat sideways on his left thigh. As she sat down they again embraced, Larry’s hands finding her breasts and pussy while my wife’s hands found his now erect cock. I watched intently as Larry’s fingers probed my wife’s wet pussy, moving her pussy lips apart, sliding in slowly and then out with the same slow movement. I watched as Larry found my wife’s clit and brought her body to a shaking orgasm. They were still locked in an embrace as Jolene was pumping his cock with one hand while holding his neck with her other. Larry’s fingers were wet with my wife’s pussy juice as he stroked her and fingered her. My hand was pumping my cock as I watched my wife move over the top of our friend’s cock and lower herself in a long slow movement. 

It was mesmerizing watching our friend’s cock stretch my wife’s pussy as she rode up and down on him. The view I had was of her fine tanned ass, highlight by her thong tan line, riding up and down on another man’s cock. Soon the rhythm increased as their joined breathing increased and I could see Larry’s legs begin to tighten. I watched as my wife’s ass began tightening also, knowing her pussy was milking our friend’s cock as he began shooting his cum into her. Long slow strokes replaced the previous shorter faster strokes as I could see cum begin to run down from my wife’s pussy, onto Larry’s balls and legs. The fucking stopped and they sat there for a while, locked together in a sweaty, steamy embrace. Slowly my wife raised herself off of our friend’s softening cock and gave him another short but sensual kiss. 

Jolene turned and walked toward me, cum beginning to run down the inside of her thighs, a very satisfied look on her face and also that very nasty sexy grin of hers. As my wife closed in on me she slid her freshly fucked pussy down on my very hard cock. As my wife began fucking me, looking me directly in the eye she began telling me how much she loved fucking and the feeling of cock in her pussy. Jolene was telling me she wanted to fuck Larry again and wanted me to watch her fuck Larry again and again. Our fucking was getting wild and I knew I was about to cum as my wife began another orgasm. Jolene was tossing her head back and forth, her sweaty breasts brushing against my chest as I emptied my overdue cum into my wife’s wet juicy cum filled pussy. Stroke after stroke I let loose until we both subsided into each other’s arms. 

Looking over my shoulder I could see Larry stroking his cock as he watched the two of us fucking. Jolene turned on my lap so we could all see each other and talk. Larry was very grateful to my wife and to me for the experience we had just enjoyed together. We all visited for a while and finished off the second bottle of wine. Jolene was sitting on my lap, cum dripping from her pussy and covering my leg, her nipples hard and erect from the excitement, truly a vision for an old voyeur such as I. Upon finishing our drinks my wife stood up from my lap and said she was going upstairs to take a shower. As she crossed the deck she took Larry by the hand and helped him from his chair. Turning toward me she asked if I would mind closing down the spa and picking up a little while she helped our friend clean up. Her nasty sexy little smile betraying her intention of fucking Larry again.

As my wife and our friend entered the back door of the house Jolene turned to me smiling and told me come upstairs when I was done for some dessert. I knew the dessert would be a cream pie as I watched her wrap her arms around our friend and disappear into the house.