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Innocent Sins

By: chezshirecat



This is a little different than my other stories but it was written with a little help from my own talented wife at the request of a persistent reader. You know who you are. Hope you enjoy.

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Have you ever loved someone so much that loving them nearly destroyed you? 

My name is Jake and I met my wife, Heather, in college. I know it sounds stereotypical, but I was the dumb jock, and she was the mousy brain. Our chemistry professor paired us together in lab, and I guess you could say we mixed a little chemistry of our own. Truth be told, Heather always hates it when I joke around and call myself a "dumb jock." Sure, I was on the football team and liked to party with my teammates, but I had been raised in a big Christian family - I had four older brothers and two younger sisters. Our parents had raised us to be respectful and old-fashioned in a lot of ways, so I was usually the one guy on the team who made sure no one did anything they shouldn't be doing. All I know is, I was taught a solid foundation of what was right from wrong, and as long as I stayed out of trouble and kept my grades up, I was on the right path. As far as my attitude toward women, I might have played around with a lot of gorgeous co-eds in college, but I was always on the lookout for that one special girl who would capture my heart and challenge my mind. I knew when I found her, I would treat her the way my father had always treated my mother - with absolute respect and total fidelity.

It's corny, really, but I still remember the first moment I laid eyes on that woman. It wasn't that she was all that pretty or even attractive. Hell, she wasn't even my type, which usually leaned toward the petite blonde. Heather was tall and had glasses, she wore her dark hair pulled back, no makeup, and wore the most god-awful, unflattering clothes. I can't explain it any other way than to say that I just felt this...tug whenever I looked at her. She'd felt it too, or so she later said.

I was a couple of years older than her, a junior to her freshman, and we couldn't have been more different, really. I'd been on the football team, popular, living large until the day my heart was captured by those innocent, luscious baby blue eyes of hers. Heather hadn't had a clue how gorgeous she was either. I found out later that her mother had died from cancer when Heather was only nine, and she'd been left with just her father and older sister Cassie, who had each worked all the time just to pay off medical bills, credit card debt and to save for Heather's college tuition. Basically, Heather had had to practically raise herself as a result and hadn't ever really been shown how to act and dress like most of her peers.

She'd hid herself behind those baggy clothes, no makeup and wild, unstyled hair. But her smile had been more genuine than any of those on the cheerleaders I'd dated before her, and when she spoke, I could hear how much more mature she was than others our age. When we talked, we talked about things we both really cared about, like family and friends and hobbies. I found myself telling her things I'd never told anyone before. And as cheesy as it might sound, yeah, she'd made me want to be a better man; Heather had been so damn naive and innocent, so needy for someone to love and love her in return. It had been a real chore to convince her I was really interested in her and not playing some cruel joke. The more I'd gotten to know her, the harder I'd fallen. I've thanked God every day since that she felt the same way about me.

All in all, I think it took me a year to convince her I was interested in her as more than just a friend. When I graduated, I enrolled in the Marines because my athletic scholarships hadn't covered my entire tuition, and my family was too dirt poor to be able to help me out. I figured joining the Marines would be a good way to pay off my tuition and, hell, I have to admit I was trying to impress Heather. We both cried the day I shipped off, and I knew then she was the woman I would spend the rest of my life with. We kept in touch through letters and talking on the phone, and even though the Marines damned near killed me at first, I doubt I'd be the man I am today if it hadn't been for that experience. It taught me discipline, patience, integrity, and most of all, not to take things for granted. One day while on leave, I drove three hours in the middle of the night just to propose to Heather in her dorm room. She couldn't hide the love in her eyes until she seemed to rethink and decided I had to be joking. It took me two damned months after that to convince her I was serious, only when I finally had enough money saved to buy her a decent ring and pulled a few favors with my old football coach. During halftime of the homecoming game, I joined the team on the field and in front of God and everyone else asked the woman to marry me over the loud speaker. I suppose such a public proposal had convinced her I was serious because she'd finally said yes with no more doubts in her eyes. 

She came to our wedding bed a virgin, two months after she graduated college. Like most young couples, we struggled to make ends meet for a couple of years, but even though we were pretty much dirt poor, I don't think either of us had ever been so happy. Heather slowly worked her way up the corporate ladder as an accountant while I found a medium of success working with computer systems. I could have continued with a lucrative career in the military my record was so good, but Heather had been so damned worried about me all the time that I ended my career with the Marines after my two-year obligation and became an IT specialist. We didn't have much at first, but at least she didn't worry so much. At night, we would curl up together in our lumpy, tired old bed and make love until neither of us could keep our eyes open anymore. Sometimes when we thought we were too tired to make out, we would simply rent a movie and curl up together on the sofa to relax. Even so, it never took us long to start caressing each other, and we shared some pretty passionate nights frolicking on whichever piece of furniture we happened to be closest to. 

I landed a pretty lucrative job about three years ago, and we were able to finally move into a fairly large house with nicer furniture. Heather really came out of her shell then, and I'd been petrified I'd lose her to someone else. She'd undergone a dramatic makeover...not that I'd cared, of course. I'd loved her just as she was, but I'd been proud to see her confidence grow as she'd developed a new style. The shy bookworm had metamorphosed into a sexy, sleek professional woman. She'd started turning heads, and I had gotten worried other men would try to take her away from me. But Heather...my dear, sweet wife...had smiled sweetly and sworn I had nothing to worry about. It was me she loved. She would never, ever think of being unfaithful to me, she'd sworn, and she'd even seemed quite shocked and angry that I would even think it was possible. She'd insisted she was making herself over for me, but I sensed she was also trying to prove something to herself and to her co-workers.

We both became in greater demand, career-wise, and even though we led busier lives, it didn't mean we loved each other any less. In fact, we were finally thinking of starting a family around this time last year. We'd never wanted to share each other with a child before, we'd both been so greedy for each other, but we knew we were reaching the point of no return. Heather was almost 30, and we wanted to be young enough to enjoy raising a child if we decided to have one. 

Seemingly, our life together was perfect. Then, eight months ago, my wife came home one day with a sort of pole-axed expression on her beautiful face.

"Sweetheart, do you remember my old friend, Ty?"

Sure I did. He'd been on the basketball team in college and had gone on to play professionally for the Lakers. I knew she'd tutored him and had become friends with him before I'd even met her. I told her as much.

As I urged her to lay her tired feet in my lap for a massage, she said, "Well, he came into the office today. He's just moved to the area to start up a business, and he's hired Cox, Smith and Franklin to handle all of his accounting."

"Really? What kind of business?" I wondered aloud, quickly getting distracted by the feel and look of her long, sexy legs across my lap.

"Believe it or not, he's co-owner of that chain of gyms - you know, the one that just opened off Washington Street? Mmmm, honey, that feels wonderful. Don't stop," she moaned before adding, "Anyway, he's got at least 20 gyms across the nation, and they're all doing extremely well. It's going to be a pretty lucrative account, and Mr. Smith put me in charge of it today."

"That's great, honey, " I said, changing the tone of my foot massage by letting my hands travel further up her legs. My teasing had the desired effect. Heather's eyes became very dark, almost drugged, as she looked at me and moaned.

"You have very naughty hands, Mr. Devlin," she purred huskily. "You're about to make me forget to ask you if we can have dinner with Ty tomorrow night. He invited us, but I said I'd have to get back to him."

"Sure, whatever you want, Mrs. Devlin," I told her, pulling my hands away as if I were done. I knew it would drag a response out of her and it did. Slowly, she slid herself onto my lap, grabbed hold of my tie, pulled me forward and devoured my mouth with her lips and tongue. It didn't take me long to work her out of her skirt and panties and for her to wiggle me out of my pants. Grasping my thick, hard cock in her sweet, loving hands, she caressed me tenderly while her tongue did wicked things down my throat. Pulling back, she positioned herself to bend and capture my cock in her mouth, wringing a tortured moan from my chest. "Oooh, yeah, you're so good at that," I told her softly, leaning back and enjoying the sensations. She lured me to the brink and then pulled back, only to reposition herself on my lap. With one hand, she sheathed me and then guided my cock between her legs. We both groaned when I slid inside her wet warmth with the ease of someone who'd been there many times.

She rode me fast and hard and it didn't take either one of us long to reach our climax. When she reached the edge, I toppled along after her, flooding the condom with my potent seed. As we both struggled to recapture our breath, Heather clasped me tight, stringing small, loving kisses along my jaw and mouth.

"I love you, Jake. So very much."

"Not as much as I love you," I told her, as I always did.

She smiled and buried her face in my neck, saying dreamily, "Maybe next time, we can do it without a condom. I'm off the pill, you know."

I smiled. She'd been off the pill for a couple of weeks, but we still used a condom. I suppose subconsciously neither of us had made the final committment to having a child yet. It was as if we wanted one, but we refused to give each other up to have it.

The ringing of the telephone interrupted that train of thought, and Heather wiggled off my lap to answer it. I could tell from her side of the conversation that it was her friend Ty, and he wanted to know if we'd made a decision about dinner. I watched as she glanced at me, looking almost nervous, and answered, "Yes, we'd love to. When and where?"

A few nights later, we met Ty at a fancy restaurant downtown. Heather was almost dressed down, I noticed, considering I'd grown used to seeing her go all out for business dinners and social events. Instead of wearing her long, dark hair sexily curled, she left it straight and pulled back at her nape. Instead of her favorite red dress, she pulled on a black slip dress that flattered her none-the-less. I figured she considered Ty an old enough friend that she didn't feel the need to overly impress him.

I can't say I was even bothered by the way I caught the black man looking at my wife when he didn't think I was watching that night. I felt secure enough in our love, and remembered Ty well enough to consider him a good guy, to be bothered by it. Besides, I knew Ty and Heather had been pretty good friends until I'd come along and she'd started spending all of her time with me. I suppose I still felt a little guilty about ruining their friendship, so when Ty asked Heather if she minded helping him decorate his new home, I encouraged her to do it, wanting to make ammends.

She glanced at me nervously, as if she wanted to say something, but then just shook it off and told Ty, "Of course I'd be glad to help. After all, what are friends for?"

Later that night though, as we lay entwined in our comfortable bed, Heather asked, "Are you sure you don't mind me spending so much time with Ty? Between my doing his books and helping with his house, you and I might lose our evenings together."

I squashed back the sudden urge to say, "In that case, forget it," and just shrugged, admitting, "I would love to keep you all to myself, but I also know Ty was a good friend of yours a long time ago. I don't want to stand in the way of you rediscovering that friendship any more than I already have." Then I playfully added, "Just make sure he knows to keep his grubby hands off my woman, and I'll be fine."

She smiled and kissed me. "I love you, you know."

"I know," I smiled back.

Over the next few weeks, Heather's time seemed to be taken up more and more by the other man, and yeah, I did get jealous, but I never said anything, not wanting to upset my wife. Like I said, I trusted her completely, and each night, she showed me how much she still loved me when she took me inside of her with a passion that still left me breathless just remembering it. I had no complaints in that department at all.

When Ty's house was finished, he decided to throw a party and invited us to attend. Heather reverted back to type and donned her sexiest red dress, curled her long, dark hair and spent over an hour putting on makeup. The result was absolutely stunning. She was easily the sexiest woman in the room. I teased her after we arrived that every man in the room was going to hit on her.

"They can hit on me all they want. You're the one I'm going home with," she pointed out.

Throughout the night, we mingled with Ty's newest friends, many of whom were employees or customers at his gym, and I was deep in discussion with one man about the Braves when Ty appeared at Heather's other side. He said there were some friends of his who wanted to meet the person who helped make his home look so lovely, so I nodded and told Heather to go have fun. With hindsight, I'd say she almost looked as though she wanted to protest, but her polite manners forced her to smile and agree to be whisked away. I watched Ty lead her up the stairway where a couple stood discussing a painting, before once again losing myself in conversation.

I lost track of time as I found myself enjoying the party. When I realized Heather had been gone for over half an hour, I decided I'd better go rescue her in case she was trapped in a dull conversation somewhere. I started to worry when I couldn't find her, and was wondering what to do when I spotted her coming down the stairs. Reaching her side, I let her know I'd been looking for her. I wasn't certain, but I think she turned a little pale at that.

"I was in the bathroom," she confessed, and I realized suddenly that she didn't look well. The skin at her neck looked flushed, and her hair had come undone in a few places, the way it did when she fidgeted with it. My suspicions were confirmed when she whispered, "Can we please leave? I really don't feel well and would like to lie down."

When we got home, she went straight into the bathroom and showered. She emerged almost an hour later still looking quite pitiful, almost as if she'd been crying. I urged her to get some rest, and she curled up at my side like a lost little kitten seeking protection. I smiled, wishing I were strong enough to protect her from whatever illness she had.

In a small, weak voice, she suddenly asked, "Do you really have to go out of town for a week?"

So that was what was bothering her, I realized. I'd found out yesterday I was scheduled to fly to Seattle for a week on business in a few days. Caressing her hair, I sighed regretfully. "I'm afraid so. There's no one else available, and if I don't go, I'm likely to lose my job."

She clutched at me, pouting, "I don't want you to go. Not now. Oh god, especially not now."

Puzzled at what she meant by that, I started to ask when she suddenly lifted up and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. "Make love to me," she begged. "I need you to show me you still love me."

"Of course I love you," I reassured her. Our lovemaking was tender and passionate, and for the first time I realized neither one of us had used protection. Good lord, had we done it? Had we finally made a baby?

It was that thought that kept me giddy the entire week I was gone, and I found I couldn't wait to get back home to Heather to confirm my suspicions. I completed a few shortcuts and managed to get the job done faster than anyone had anticipated. I tried calling Heather, but when she didn't answer her office phone that afternoon, I made the decision to surprise her with my early arrival.

If I'd only known then that I was the one who would get the surprise of his life, I probably would have never come home at all...

(To be continued)

Innocent Sins Ch. 02



As it turned out, I was the one who was surprised that Heather wasn't home when I made it back early from the airport. It was Saturday, and she had the day off, and she'd playfully told me yesterday that she simply planned to mope around the house today, missing me. Disappointed she wasn't doing just that, I tossed my keys onto the sofa and saw the message light flashing on the answering machine. I hit PLAY as I began to tug my tie and jacket off, then stilled when I heard my wife's sweet voice talking.

"...give it a second and the machine will cut off," she was saying, then there was a slight pause. "OK, it beeped. What do you want, Ty?"

"Just wondered if you'd heard from Jake yet, baby."

"Of course I have. He'll be home tomorrow," she said, sounding almost defensive, desperate. 

I realized she and Ty had been recorded, thinking the machine had cut off when she'd picked up. Curious, I walked over to the machine, a frown on my face as I listened to the unexpected conversation.

"So why don't you come over tonight?" the black man asked in a voice I didn't care for at all.

"I told you, Ty, that can never happen again. It's been a nice week, but it's over. It was a mistake. I love my husband."

What the hell? I leaned over the machine, my jaw clenching with the strain of holding back my shock. What the hell did Heather mean, it could never happen again?

"Once is a mistake, baby. We've fucked each other, what?, three, four times now? It's a little too late to be having an attack of conscience, sweetheart. You're hooked on my black cock and can't get enough. Admit it."

"Shut up."

"Why don't I come over there instead then. I'll even cook you dinner before taking you to bed this time."

The machine suddenly stopped recording, and I wasn't sure if she'd hung up on Ty or what. All I knew was that my beloved wife, the woman I'd loved faithfully, hopelessly for the past nine years, was cheating on me. And with a black man!

I fell heavily back onto the sofa and realized I was shaking. With anger. From shock. From...everything. It wasn't that I was necessarily a racist, not anymore than the average person. I had played college football and most of my best friends on the team had been black, for crying out loud. Truth was, I would have been pretty pissed off if my wife was fucking a white guy too. 

I simply couldn't believe I'd heard what I had. Then again, I tried to reason, I could have misinterpreted what I'd heard. Yeah, right. I got up, hit rewind and replayed the message until I heard Ty's words again: "We've fucked each other, what?, three, four times now?" There was no misinterpreting that statement.

Anger grabbed hold of me and wouldn't let go. That bitch! Almost without thought, I bounded up the stairs and began packing the rest of my bags. Then I thought better of that decision and began packing hers instead. This was my home, dammit. I wouldn't be driven out. She'd made her bed somewhere else. Let her go lie in it like the whore she apparently was.

Disbelief erased the anger as I wondered if I'd ever known her at all. I realized my hands were shaking as I fumbled through the clothes in the closet, thinking about the years after we were first married. She'd seemed so innocent...so untouched. Then she'd gotten the job at Cox, Jordan and Franklin and Heather had really come out of her shell then. Maybe she'd been cheating even then? Lord knows I'd been petrified I'd lose her to someone else. But Heather had always smiled and sworn I had nothing to worry about. It was me she loved. She would never, ever think of being unfaithful to me, she'd sworn.

Had she been lying even then? How many times had she cuckolded me, I wondered. How many men? Heather had been a virgin when we'd met, that much I knew. But she was such a passionate creature, so loving in bed, that I could almost credit that I hadn't been enough to satisfy her. But why the hell hadn't she come to me, I wondered. Why hadn't she wanted a divorce? Marriage counseling? Why did she have to go and drag my heart through the mud while she played around on the side? We'd had discussions on infidelity before, and we'd agreed wholeheartedly that cheating was just one of those things neither of us would ever be able to forgive. We'd sworn it would never be an issue between us. Then again, I suppose that's what most couples think until it actually happens to them.

Grief was the next emotion to overwhelm me. I felt tears threatening to escape and found I couldn't hold them back. Dammit! Heather was my entire life. What would I do without her? God, I was so miserable! I lifted my head and my eyes fell on the photo of me and Heather that she insisted on keeping on her side of the bed, always. I stared at the image of the lovely brunette kneeling behind me, her arms wrapped lovingly around my shoulders, and felt the tears flow.

Almost half an hour and three shots of whiskey later, I began to wonder where Heather was now. Probably with Ty, I figured, then decided I needed to see for myself. I wiped away the tears - god, I hadn't cried in years, not since my father's funeral - and began to pick myself up. I was stronger than this, dammit! I grabbed my keys and drove over to Ty's new house. Sure enough, Heather's grey BMW sat in the driveway.

I sat in the car, trying to decide what to do. I'm not proud to admit it, but if I'd had my gun with me, I would have used it...on Ty, then Heather probably, and most definitely on myself. Infidelity, I've learned, can do crazy things to a person's mind, if you really love the one who has been unfaithful to you. As it was, I had plans to use my fists on Ty, even if the black man outweighed me by at least thirty pounds and a few inches. He might be a big sonofabitch, but I had years of military training on my side. I knew how to take a man down with a simple press of my thumb on the right nerve. Simmering with anger again, I climbed out of the car and walked to the front of the house. Glancing around, I saw that hardly any neighbors cars were home, so I carefully walked to the back of the house where I knew the bedroom was. 

Instead I got a surpise as I rounded the corner and pulled back behind some bushes, spying my wife and the black man together in the pool. Heather had her back to Ty, who was rubbing her shoulders and murmuring something in her ear, as if he were trying to convince her of something. I stared in disbelief as Heather slowly turned to face Ty... and kissed him passionately!

From that point, it was like watching a bad car wreck. I didn't want to watch, but neither could I look away. I needed to see with my own eyes just how far she was letting another man go. Heather wrapped her arms around the black man's shoulders and didn't protest when Ty lifted her by her ass and sat her on the edge of the pool. Ty's hands were everywhere, and Heather wasn't stopping him. She arched her back and moaned when he removed her bikini top, then leaned over to taste her large breasts with his thick, black lips. 

Still licking around her nipples, Ty tilted Heather back and tugged off her bikini bottoms, then fidgeted beneath the water with one hand as he removed his own swimming trunks. I watched, half aroused, half horrified, as a completely naked, fully erect Ty climbed out of the pool and guided Heather to lay on a towel. My god! I realized. Ty's cock was huge! I was pretty big, almost nine inches, but he had to be at least ten and a half, and thicker. With barely no prompting from the black man, Heather soon had the head of Ty's monstrous, hard cock in her mouth, sucking it with all her might as Ty maneuvered himself around to noisily slurp at her cunt. 

After a few minutes of sixty-nining, Ty got up and collected cushions off the lawn furniture, which he tossed onto the deck. He then rolled Heather onto her stomach, then shifted some pillows around behind her. I thought he was going to fuck her doggystyle, but I was wrong. Turning her over onto her back again, he propped her hips up with the extra cushions and then knelt right up against her ass. I knew what was coming next, and as much as I wanted to stop it, I couldn't. Heather was obviously enjoying what Ty was doing, but I was still praying that she would come to her senses and turn the other man away before he actually penetrated what, until now, had been mine and mine alone.

But that didn't happen. Instead, Heather reached up for Ty and pulled him down to her in a sexy, eating kind of kiss that made me sick as I watched. By now, Heather's legs were wide-spread and Ty was in position with his monster-cock poised at the entrance to my wife's obviously wet cunt. I gasped for my wife, watching Ty slowly work the giant rod into her stretched-open pussy. Heather was moaning and grunting, clawing at Ty's back with her tiny hands. Steady, oh, so steady, Ty kept up his invasion of her hungry cunt. Please, I begged silently, please tell him to stop. Please scream in pain, or yell for help!

But she didn't. Sooner than I thought possible, it looked like Ty had his entire length buried in my wife. She had taken it all! They laid still together for a few minutes, then Ty began a rhythm of slow thrusting before he began to pound that big cock in and out of Heather's cunt with all of his energy. He lifted his hips away until he was almost out and then slammed back down into her. Even from so far away, I could hear her wet cunt slurping loudly as it surrendered to Ty's assault. Then, his tempo and power increased and Heather went completely wild. She was delirious with lust and passion, scraping his back with her nails, pulling his ass deeper between her legs. She was fucking him like a bitch in heat, and I was hurt beyond belief because, in the six years we'd been married, she'd never once reacted that way with me. 

I couldn't watch anymore, but I wanted Heather to know I knew the truth. There were some gardening tools where I stood, and I wrapped my hands around the shovel leaning against the house. I was so angry it took little effort to step on the end, breaking the scooper off until I held a large, broken stick in my hand. I stepped out from behind my hiding place just as they both started to come. It wasn't slow or gentle either. Heather came with a scream and almost-pained moans and gasps. Again and again, she clenched her arms and legs around Ty's pistoning black body. Finally, with a deep grunt, Ty tightened his asscheeks and curled his toes as he shot his cum into my wife's womb. My god. She wasn't on the pill, and Ty sure as hell hadn't used a condom!

Heather saw me first, and screamed, trying to pull away and seek covering. Ty scrambled away, his cock pulling out of her pussy with a loud plop even as he swore, "What the fu--Jake! What are you doing here, man?"

"Oh Jake!" Heather sobbed, crying uncontrollably as she begged me to give her a chance to explain. I completely ignored her as I reared up toward Ty and swung the stick hard into the black man's gut. Not enough to do serious damage, but enough to leave a bruise and make me feel better at least. Heather screamed as Ty fell to the ground, winded more than anything. She shrank back in fear as I turned toward her, but I had no plans to harm her. No matter how much of a whore she was to me at that moment, I would never lay a finger on any woman. Tossing the ruined shovel to the ground, I lifted my hand and twisted my wedding ring off my finger. Throwing it at her as if were a piece of grabage that needed to be taken out, I told her in a calm, flat voice, "I want you out of the house when I get home tomorrow. Don't wait on me and try to explain. Don't ever try to call either. I don't want to see or hear from you again."

It was the hardest, and yet the easiest, thing I'd ever done in my life. Without another word, I turned and walked away, the sound of Heather's hysterical sobbing in my ears as I climbed into my car and drove away.

***

The next few days were a blur. I spent the night at a motel, giving Heather enough time to gather her things and leave before I returned to the house. I half expected, half hoped, that she'd still be there, waiting to talk to me and try to work things out, but she wasn't. Her things were gone as if she'd never even lived there at all. I wondered how long it had taken her to run to Ty, and if they were in bed together right now, even as my life fell apart around me.

The images that sprang to mind were enough to haunt me over the next week. I tried to work, but I couldn't. I tried to sleep but stayed awake most nights, remembering the look on Heather's face as Ty pounded into her with his huge cock. I started drinking a lot more than was advisable, just to dull the pain. And then six nights after she'd moved out, I checked my e-mail and saw that I had a message from my wife. I almost deleted it, but perverse curiosity got the better of me. I opened the e-mail and read:

Dear Jake,

I know you said you never wanted to hear from me again, but you have to let me explain. I love you! I have always loved you, and only you, though I know you must find that hard to believe right now. No matter what you think, you mustn't forget that.

I know you must be wondering how long I've been sleeping with Ty, but it isn't what you think. I never told you before, but even before you and I ever met in college, Ty showed a lot of interest in me, and I was flattered. I might have caved in and dated him if I hadn't met and fallen in love with you first. I never gave him a second thought until he showed up in my life a couple of months ago. 

I knew Ty wanted to sleep with me, but I arrogantly felt that I could handle the attraction between us. I loved you and I had no intention of ever being unfaithful to you. But then you had to go away on that business trip, and I was missing you so much. I know it's hardly any excuse, but I have to say curiosity got the better of me after listening to Jessica go on and on about what wonderful lovers black men were. You are the only man I had ever been with, and she told me I should at least try another man, just once, for comparison. You were the only man I wanted, but Ty....Ty just happened. I swore it would never happen again, but every time I turned around, Ty was there and you weren't.

I can't explain why I did the things I did with him after that. I had every intention of telling him it could never happen again on that day before you found us. But before I knew it, I was being seduced again, and I couldn't stop it. But I swear, Jake, it will never happen again. Ty has no hold over me now. I haven't seen him since that day you found us. The expression, oh god, the hurt in your eyes still has the power to crucify me, Jake.

I'm staying at my sister's house until I hear from you...that is, if I hear from you. God, I hope you're reading this and can someday forgive me for what I've done to us. Just remember that I love you. Please call me...or write and let me know you're OK.

Love always, Heather

Bitch! Did she think it was so easy, to admit what she'd done and apologize and then we'd be back together? I decided to let her stew, hoping to cause her at least one-tenth of the pain I was feeling; I hit the delete button and shut off the computer without replying. The next day, there was no new note from my wife. I was so torn up inside, I didn't know what to do. Part of me wanted to believe her, to forgive her, but another part didn't think it was even possible.

A few days later, I finally decided to write back and let her know I thought we should talk about a legal seperation, or possibly a divorce. I wasn't sure I wanted either one, but I hoped just the sight of the words would hurt her. With hindsight, I have never stayed angry over something so long, but the hurt and pain I was feeling kept festering inside me until all I wanted to do was lash out, at everyone around me. I hadn't talked to anyone else about my marital problems - hell, I was too embarassed to. I thought about calling one of my brothers or sisters, but in the end, I didn't want them to know what an obviously bad husband I had been to cause Heather to seek out another man. Still, I figured I needed to talk to someone soon, even if that someone was Heather. With a very brief, short e-mail, I asked her to come to the house that night for dinner. Not even an hour after I sent the message, I checked my in-box and found a response from her; she was so damn grateful that I was willing to meet with her and offered to bring Chinese so we wouldn't have to cook.

When she arrived that night, she was dressed very demurely in jeans and a sweatshirt, her hair pulled back with little makeup on. She looked as tired as I felt, and she'd lost weight since I'd last seen her. I was perversely glad that she'd seemingly been suffering as much as I had. It was something of a shock to me to suddenly realize we'd gone almost two weeks without even saying a word to the other one.

As we sat down to eat, I found that I couldn't stand looking at her anymore. Everytime I did, I was overcome by such a shocking sense of anger, I was tempted to strike a woman for the first time in my life. What was this rage inside of me, making me feel things I would have never thought possible before? How could there actually be men out there who enjoyed, even encouraged, being cuckolded? Didn't they love their wives? Didn't it make them crazy thinking of their wife, their woman, being loved by another man? The thoughts created a knot in my chest, and I found I couldn't say a word to her either. Finally, she grew tired of the silence and begged, "Jake..?"

"I need to know why," I barked out, looking at her harshly. "Why?" I repeated again with emphasis.

"I-I explained in my e-mail...please Jake, can't we just put this behind us and try to work on getting past it?"

"How can I get past it when I'll always be wondering what happened...how many times...where? But mostly, why, Heather? Why did you do this to us? I loved you more than anything."

"Loved, Jake? As in past tense?" Tears were running down her face as she admitted, "I don't know why. It just happened. And....it only happened a few times. I never took him to our bed, Jake, you have to believe me. I would never do that to you."

"You let him fuck you without a condom on," I said angrily. "What else did you let him do?" I demanded cruelly. "I bet you let him screw your ass too, didn't you? Didn't you, you slut!"

Heather went pale, her eyes giving me the truth, that she had given the black man her virgin ass, and said tearfully, "I'm so sorry, Jake."

I was still quite shocked, though hardly surprised. "Well, I'm not very reassured," I told her harshly. "Quite frankly, I don't think I could ever trust you again, Heather. Was Ty the first, or have there been others behind my back?"

"No, Jake, never!" she insisted frantically. "It was only Ty...and it's not what you think. Please Jake. I know you're upset--"

"Upset?" I scoffed. "If you had caught me in bed with another woman, would you just be upset, Heather? I fucking hope not!" I could see that she'd never put herself in my shoes and imagined how she'd feel if our roles were reversed. I could see she was thinking about it now, and the look on her face was one of absolute devastation, so I said, "I think we'd better start talking about how we're going to divide things, unless you'd rather let our lawyers handle it?"

That set her off into sobs, and I somehow waited patiently for her to calm down long enough to say to me, "That's it then? You want a divorce?"

"I don't see any other way."

She didn't stay long after that, as if she respected my decision and was resigned to living with it. Maybe, just maybe, she couldn't stay any longer because she didn't want me to see her fall completely apart. Who knew? Still, I couldn't bring myself to visit a lawyer and decided I was in no hurry to end my marriage, even though I didn't care to work things out either. Things started to get a little more back to normal - as much as possible anyway - over the next week or two. I buried myself in my work and when my friends and colleagues realized that Heather and I were separated, they became quietly supportive, inviting me to dinners and parties so I wouldn't be so alone. 




Innocent Sins Ch. 02



I met a woman named Stacey at one of the parties. She made it quite clear that she would have loved to have taken me home and sucked my cock or whatever else we both wanted. Problem was, as angry and heartbroken as I was, I knew in my heart that I was still married. I refused to be unfaithful to my wife while we were still legally wed. In that way, at least, I seemed to have more respect for her than she had for me.

Did I want a divorce so I could date Stacey or other women? Heather and I had had an active sex life until her affair, and I knew I wasn't cut out for a life of celibacy. Unfortunately, I was one of those rare men who was raised to view marriage as a sacred institution. I knew I had to cut bait with Heather and our marriage, or commit to trying to work things out with her. Otherwise, I knew I'd end up doing something that went against everything I believed in.

I asked my boss for some time off so I could go away and think about things. A part of me still wondered if Heather was seeing Ty even now, and I knew I would never be able to take her back without knowing for sure, one way or another. I contacted a private detective and went away to a resort in Mexico while I waited to hear what he said. On the day I was set to fly back home, I caved in and called the man. I'd made the decision that if Heather had stayed away from Ty, I would try to work things out with her. If she was still fucking around, it was over between us for good.

"Oh, yeah, your wife is quite the prize," the detective informed me needlessly. "I can see why you're so worried, but as far as I can tell, the woman is a saint. Anytime a man has come sniffing around, she flat out tells them no. She's been staying with her sister. When she finishes work, she goes home and doesn't leave again until work the next day. I've had the phone line bugged, and the only person she's made phone calls to is you, her sister's cell phone and the pizza place a few blocks from her sister's. She's left some pretty pitiful pleas on your home answering machine. Oh yeah, some guy - his name is Ty Johnson - has called her several times, but she hangs up as soon as she realizes it's him. He's also been to see her at her office a couple of times, but she's always managed to avoid all contact."

I was more relieved than I'd ever imagined to hear that she wasn't seeing Ty anymore. Grateful to the detective, I felt more lighthearted than I had in weeks. I decided to call Heather when I got home and invite her out to dinner so we could talk. It wouldn't be easy for me, but I'd been miserable without her. It was time to see if I was more miserable being with or without her now.

When I made it home, I checked my mail and found that I had a couple of packages. The answering machine was also blinking, and as I heard Heather's voice talking on it, I had a weird sensation of deja vu, remembering the last time I'd come home to an empty house and blinking machine. The first two messages were straightforward, with her calmly asking how I was and to please call her so we could just talk. The next three were borderline hysterical, as she sobbed wondering why I wouldn't even answer her e-mails letting her know I was OK. The pleas tore at my heart and made me feel guilty for not even telling her I was going away for a while. I was reaching for the phone to call her when the final message came on. 

Ty's deep voice said, "Hey, Jake, man, how's it going? Listen, just wanted to give you a heads up that I sent you a package in the mail. I thought it might help you speed up the divorce. Just so you know, I plan to take good care of Heather, so don't feel bad about using it as evidence. I really am sorry about everything, man, but I do love her."

The message clicked off, and I wondered what in the hell his cryptic message meant. Was he trying to stir up trouble and obstruct any reconciliation? It didn't matter. The seed of doubt had been planted, and I searched for the package he claimed to have sent. me. As I opened it, I realized it was a videotape. My heart nearly dropped, fearing what would be on it. I considered not even watching. I knew whatever I would see would rip my heart out, all over again. But just like being unable to look away at the pool, I found myself pressing PLAY on the VCR.

The picture opened in what I knew was Ty's bedroom. He walked past the camera, speaking to someone, and then I saw Heather walk in front of the camera too, oblivious that she was being recorded. What shocked me most was that I recognized instantly when the tape had been made. 

It was on the night of Ty's housewarming party, when Heather had been dressed to kill in her red dress.

"I really should be getting back to Jake. It's getting late and--"

"Come on, sweetheart, it's only nine o'clock," Ty argued. "Besides, I saw Jake enjoying himself downstairs. We deserve a little private time to catch up. You've been so obsessed with getting my house finished that we haven't had a chance to just sit down and talk."

"I suppose we can talk for a few minutes," Heather agreed. "But why don't we go downstairs? Ty, I'm married. I don't feel comfortable being alone with you in your bedroom."

"Heather, this house is full of people, including your husband. This is the only room we can be alone in right now. Relax. Sit down and just relax," he urged, guiding her to take a seat beside him on his bed. 

The next few minutes were filled with idle chit-chat, as the two old friends reminisced about the old days. Heather grew more and more comfortable and was letting her guard down. I knew any minute now Ty would move in for the kill. When he said, "You know, Heather, when I walked into that office a few weeks ago and saw you again, I felt like I was being given a second chance to right a wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, baby, you know what I mean. You and I both know if Jake hadn't come along when he did, we would have been lovers. You felt the attraction as much as I did. You still feel it. I can tell. That's why you're always so nervous being alone with me."

She hesitated long enough to prove Ty right. Still, she protested, "That's ridiculous. I think I should--" she said and started to rise, only to have Ty pull her back down.

"Heather, baby, deep down inside you know we've got to settle this unfinished business between us," he argued. 

Heather started to say something: "I don't know..." 

"Heather, you are so beautiful, and I know you want me." Then Ty leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. Heather tried to resist and even said, "I don't think we should be doing this." 

Ty kissed her again and said, "I can't help myself. It's just a kiss. Can't I at least have that?" Then he kissed her again and this time I could see that Heather was kissing him back. As the kissing got more passionate, Ty ran his hands over the front of Heather's dress and squeezed her right breast. Heather made no attempt to stop him. His hand moved across her chest, giving attention to both peaks, and he continued to kiss her passionately. 

I couldn't believe I was sitting there watching my wife be seduced, knowing at the time I was downstairs in another room, totally oblivious. Ty broke off the kiss and pulled back from Heather. I could tell from the look on her face that she was very aroused, but also very conflicted. Then Ty said, "Heather, baby, you're so beautiful. I would love to see these lovely breasts." 

She shook her head, looking panicked, and Ty kissed her again. With the skill of a practiced lover, Ty now focused his hand on getting inside her panties instead of her bra. Slowly as he kissed her mouth, he used his hand to caress her thighs apart. I watched his hand slowly inch its way up between her trim, white thighs, dragging the red dress with it. Heather was really getting into the kiss now, I saw, her hands holding onto Ty's head as she worked her lips over his. I found myself wanting to kill both of them, but I could not look away. I was even starting to get an erection, I realized, angry at my own instinctive reaction.

In a few minutes Ty had managed to drag her panties down her thighs and was finger-fucking my wife on the television. Heather was gasping and moaning like a bitch in heat, and then I noticed her hand was reaching for his crotch. As Ty continued to slide his thick fingers up her cunt, Heather massaged the large lump beneath his pants. At one point, she pulled her mouth away from Ty's and gasped out, "You feel huge!"

Then her face took on a strained expression, one I knew meant she was on the verge of orgasm. Her hips were bucking into Ty's hand, and she bit her lip as she let out a wild, mewling sound. Her entire body began to tremble, and she clutched at Ty with both arms, pressing her entire body against his front as she struggled to regain sanity. 

A few seconds later, I saw Ty stand up and open his pants and pull them down along with his jockey shorts displaying his monstrous, black erection. He sat down again and said, "Heather, if you feel the same way about me as I do about you, I want you to take my cock into your mouth." 

Heather looked at him, and I could see the realization of what she had done and was doing come over her face in all its naked horror. Shaking her head, she said, "Ty, I can't do this. This is so wrong. I love my husband. Please...this should have never happened," she said, standing and then quickly pulling her panties back into place. "I have to go!"

Swearing as Heather moved to leave, Ty looked unhappy even as he told her, "I understand you need to come to terms with this, baby. That's fine. You know where I am when you finally make a decision about us."

The tape blinked suddenly, and I realized it had been edited to include more than one scene. This time the picture was of Ty's living room and was pointed right at his sofa. The date at the bottom of the screen told me it was the second day of my business trip. My eyes about popped out of my head at what I now saw. Heather, completely naked, was lying back, legs spread wide as Ty knelt between them. I could even hear the sounds of his tongue slurping in and out of her pussy as he ate her out. She was moaning and writhing beneath him. Every once in a while, she would cry out, "Oohh, it's so good! Oh, yes!" 

When she reached her orgasm, she screamed out with gutso. Ty lifted himself, only to begin taking off his own clothes. Heather was laying there satiated, her eyes closed as she recovered from the strength of her orgasm. I watched in horror as Ty shuffled forward, grabbed both of Heather's ankles to spread her legs wide and placed his cock head on her pussy lips. They glistened, she was so wet. Her nipples were erect and swollen and her pussy lips were enlarged. "Oh fuck," I heard her cry as Ty pushed his head in, her eyes flying open in surprise. "Ty, stop! Please Ty, at least put a condom on....Oh god. It's so big, you're ripping me apart." 

Ty made a soothing sound, promised to pull out rather than wear a condom and began bucking his hips, sliding more in with each thrust. "Oh fuck, your cock is so big. Fuck." Despite her protests, Heather screamed out as another orgasm suddenly rocked her body. I had never heard my wife speak like this, either during lovemaking or in conversation. She simply never used swear words. Plus, I could see that Ty was only fucking her with a little more than half his cock. I cringed when I heard, "No one has ever fucked me like this." Heather gasped, pushing Ty's hips away with one hand while pulling him into her with the other, obviously conflicted. "Oh god, I'm cumming again!" she cried when he suddenly rolled his hips forward, pushing another two inches inside her.

I had felt sick when I saw how willingly she seemed to let the man eat her pussy. Now I felt the bile rise in my throat, seeing how she was reacting to another man's cock inside her. Then she made a gagging sound of her own and squealed, "Ow, oh god. You're too deep. It hurts. Oh please!" 

I watched as Ty drew back and slammed his hips forward burying his entire cock in her pussy. Heather screamed a little, then moaned. Ty really started fucking her then. He held her legs spread wide, fucking her with the entire length of his cock. Heather bit her lower lip and was gripping the sofa cusions so hard her knuckles were white. She looked like she was really into it. She was raising her hips up to match his heavy thrusts. Every now and then her eyes would roll up in her head as she came again. Ty lowered her legs and they wrapped around his large waist. Heather murmured something, and then I made out, "You promised! Please pull out!" 

I watched them grind their crotches together as Ty dug his cock around in her pussy. Suddenly, the black man bellowed and his muscular ass cheeks flexed as he came deep inside my wife's pussy. I heard my wife let out a little scream as she came yet again. When Ty pulled out, Heather's legs were spread wide open and sperm was pouring out of her pink hole. Then she put her hand behind Ty's neck and pulled him to her and kissed him passionately. When she broke the kiss, I watched as they shifted and Heather went down on him, taking his cock as far down her throat as she could. Watching my wife sucking another man's cock was very painful but I couldn't look away. 

I wondered if she would swallow, which she rarely did for me, but then the tape went to a blank screen. Now I was feeling really crazy again, insane with anger and betrayal. First, this fucking asshole was so confident that he would be able to score with my wife that he had set up his video camera to record it. Second, Heather had showed so little respect for me that it had been easy for the asshole to score with her. I again felt like going out and buying a gun, but I knew it was crazy to even think. 

It was in those moments, watching the videotape of the black man fucking my beloved wife - the same woman I'd decided earlier to try and accept back into my life - that I felt something dark and menacing shift inside my soul. Like a disease it grabbed hold of my heart, and then...

Then, I began to plan my revenge.

(To be continued...)



Innocent Sins Ch. 03



How it all began...

As sappy as it sounded, Heather was in love. Utterly, helplessly, joyously in love...with her husband.

She knew most couples went through a honeymoon phase, where married life was all wonderful and perfect, until reality began to kill the fairytale romance. So far, the fairytale was still going strong for Heather. Nine years after meeting Jake, she still loved her husband as much as she had the day he'd proposed, and she often wondered how she'd gotten so lucky to find something so rare. 

She thought back on everything they'd been through and knew it hadn't all been candy and roses. They'd fought their battles and won, and this once-shy, awkward young woman had blossomed like a butterfly around her adoring husband. After Heather had shown interest a few years ago in changing her appearance, something she'd wanted to do to please her husband more than herself, he'd seemed reluctant for her to do so; still, he and his sisters had helped advise her how to dress, what kind of makeup to wear, and given her tips on how to act around large crowds. And best of all, he'd taught her how to make love with the skill of a practiced courtesan. She was so eager to please him, she did whatever he asked of her. The sleek, attractive brunette she was today often turned men's heads, but she only had eyes for one man - Jake - and she trusted him completely to feel the same about her. She had had no desire or need to ever be unfaithful to him.

After Jake left, Heather got dressed and went to work, eager to get through the day's meetings with clients so she could clear up some paperwork before heading home. Somewhere between breakfast and her shower, she'd made a decision she wanted to talk to Jake about. They'd been considering having a baby soon, and she knew in her heart it was time. Even so, she had several meetings on her schedule, mostly new clients wanting to set up an account with the company, and Heather had been assigned the task of getting everything prepared for them. It would be a long day before she could talk to Jake, so she forced herself to focus on work.

Heather was going through the file of her next client when she suddenly stilled in surprise. Tyson Johnson was the man's name. She knew, of course, that it wasn't the same Ty Johnson she remembered from college. But the coincidence of having a client with the same name brought back a flood of memories, not all of them unpleasant either.

Before Jake, only one man had ever shown an interest in her at all, but he had been black, and Heather simply couldn't bring herself to even imagine dating a black man. Her strict, Southern family would kill her for one thing. For another, she'd never found black men all that attractive. But Ty had been so nice to her, and she'd always felt so flattered by him, that she might have given in and gone on a date with him if she hadn't met Jake instead.

Every now and then, she wondered what had happened to Ty, and figured he had probably gone on to be a successful athlete somewhere. Heather didn't keep up with professional sports, but Ty had been on the basketball team when she'd sat next to him in English class, and from what she'd overheard, he'd been a star player, primed for the big leagues.

Shaking herself of the thought, she prepared some notes as she waited for this Ty Johnson to arrive. When he did, she could hardly believe her eyes. It really was him!

"Heather?" he asked, just as surprised as she was. "I don't believe it! You look...god, you look gorgeous!"

Blushing beneath his blatant appraisal, she almost returned the compliment. Ty was older, and a lot more handsome than she remembered him. His shaved head and chiseled features were softened by a set of strikingly pale blue eyes. His athletic body was dressed in an expensive-looking suit, proving he had done quite well for himself. Heather was glad for him. "Thank you," she said, and offered him the seat in front of her desk. "I recognized your name but figured it couldn't be you. I figured you'd be out West somewhere, living the life of a celebrity athlete."

"Not anymore," he admitted. "I went pro and did pretty well, but then I injured my knee and got dropped from the roster."

"Well, it looks as though you're still doing well for yourself," she commented, trying to make polite conversation. 

"I was able to find another job that kept me in the kind of money I'd gotten used to," he admitted, then decided, what the hell? "Actually, I'm a dancer now."

Her eyebrows raised, and he could tell she was fighting back a laugh. "A dancer?" She cleared her throat and added, "I would have never figured you for the type. What type of dance do you do? Hip hop? Jazz?" she guessed.

He smiled, then laughed. "I'm not that kind of dancer, Heather. I've been a stripper at a ladies club in Atlanta for the past three years. Now me and some buddies want to open a chain of gyms, do something a little more legitimate, and we thought this area would be a good place to branch out. I'm hoping you can help us keep control of our money."

She was a little shocked by the image that popped into her mind at his admission of being a stripper. Well, he certainly seemed to have the body for it, she silently admitted, then decided to ignore that train of thought. She could already feel her face getting red. "We'll certainly try," she said with a polite smile as she began once again to look over his portfolio.

As she studied his accounts, Ty studied her. He could hardly believe it! Back in college, he'd suspected Heather was a hot babe just waiting to come out of her shell. He'd seen it the many times she'd agreed to tutor him after class, sometimes when she'd taken off her baggy sweater to get more comfortable and he'd glimpsed the promise of that voluptuous bod beneath the tight shirt she'd worn underneath. Still, he probably wouldn't have fucked around with her, but some of his teammates had pointed out that it was always the mousy ones who were the easiest lays, and then they'd started betting on how long it would take him to get Heather's panties as a trophy. He'd been working out a seduction plan when she'd suddenly started going out with some football jock and been too busy to give Ty the time of day.

Now, almost nine years later, she was simply stunning. Her long, dark hair was styled in a flattering look, and she wore makeup to its best advantage. She wore a prim, but still sexy business suit with a skirt...red, he noticed. Definitely a color only a passionate woman would wear. Damn, but he felt himself getting hard just sitting here, looking at her and wondering what she looked like out of that sleek suit. He'd noticed the ring, of course, and knew she had found a man to appreciate her for the woman she was, but hell, he'd never let that stop him before.

He wanted this woman, and this time, he planned to have her.

For the next half hour, Heather discussed the possible accounts he could set up, and Ty made sure to insert a special memory they shared every now and then. She would smile before censoring herself and steering him back to the matter at hand.

As they finished up, Ty made a special point of giving her his cell number. "So we can catch up on old times," he told her. "Maybe you and your husband can be my guests at dinner one night."

She seemed to hesitate before saying, "That would be nice."

"How about tomorrow night then?"

Again, she hesitated. "I'll check with Jake tonight and give you a call tomorrow."

"Jake? Not the same Jake you were dating in college?" Damn. As soon as Jake Devlin had shown her an ounce of attention, she'd abandoned Ty and their friendship faster than most sluts could drop their panties. Besides which, Jake Devlin had annoyed the hell out of Ty, with his pretty white boy good looks and golden boy attitude. If he was still on the scene, it would probably be damn hard to seduce Heather away from her marriage vows. Then again, Ty loved a challenge...

She smiled, a secret, sexy little smile as she answered, "Of course. We've been married six years. Quite happily, I might add."

"That's terrific," he lied. "Ask Jake tonight and give me a call."

Heather escorted Ty out and as she watched him leave, feeling confused and somewhat ashamed by her reaction to seeing him again, she was startled when her friend and co-worker Jessica Wallace suddenly said behind her, "Mmmm-mmmm. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on some of that dark meat, if you know what I mean."

"Jessica!" she scolded, turning as red as the suit she wore.

"What? Don't tell me you weren't thinking the same thing, even if you are married."

"Of course I wasn't," she lied. "Besides, he's a new client. And an old friend."

"Hmmm. Old friend? Do tell."

"Not that kind of old friend. I've told you, Jake is the only man I've ever dated. Ty was just...a classmate I used to study with."

Jessica smiled, arching her eyebrows, but thankfully not making whatever smartass comment she was thinking. She flicked her long, blonde hair and shrugged. "At least Jake seems worth it, prime specimen that he is. Personally, I'd hate to go through life having only slept with one man. Especially the men I've known," she laughed.

The rest of the afternoon, Heather actually had no trouble putting her reunion with Ty in the back of her mind. She was so busy she hardly had time to think of anything at all. Still, she had an urgent need to see Jake as soon as possible and decided to take her work home and wait for him. 

Honestly, though, she wasn't surprised to see his SUV parked in the drive when she pulled up at 6 o'clock. Smiling like a schoolgirl who'd just been handed the keys to a new car, she hurried inside. Jake was standing in front of the fridge, sipping orange juice from the carton. Nasty habit, that, but she didn't mind really. She could never stay mad at Jake for anything, especially when she was so glad to see him.

"What are you doing home?" she asked. "I thought you had a late meeting with Harry?"

He smiled wryly and put the carton away. "We worked around it," he shrugged, and she knew without his saying that he had done everything he could so she wouldn't have to eat dinner alone tonight.

God, she loved this man. Especially when he guided her to the sofa and started massaging her aching feet. She told him about Ty and waited for his reaction. Honestly, she hoped he'd make an excuse as to why they shouldn't socialize with the other man, but Jake being Jake agreed because he thought it was what she wanted.

Then he was doing wicked things to her body and she had no choice but to crawl into his lap and ravish him. Giving head had never been one of her favorite things to do, but she knew Jake loved it, so she licked her lips and swallowed his cock as if she loved it too. He was a big boy, and it had taken her years to learn how to get most of him in her mouth. Tonguing the head, she had to admit she really did love his cock, most especially when it was inside of her. 

Lifting her head, she smiled somewhat wickedly as she ripped open a condom, slid it over him and then positioned herself facing him. His hard cock slid inside her easily, making her feel complete and oh so full. Mmmmm. He pumped his hips and she almost went into orbit then and there. Lovingly, she stared into his eyes as she began thrusting down to match his movements. When they both climaxed, all she could think about was how much she loved him and how very much she wanted to have his baby. She told him as much too. And she knew by his reaction that she would be pregnant soon, or they'd both die trying. The thought filled her with a warmth she couldn't even begin to describe.

"I love you so much," she told him and he easily said the words back.

Then the phone rang. It was Ty, and simply hearing the black man's voice made her feel a sudden rush of guilt for some reason. She glanced at Jake, wishing he didn't have to know she was talking to Ty even as she answered his queston about dinner.

***

Over the next few weeks, Ty found whatever excuse he could to call or visit Heather at work to discuss his account or to discuss the new home she had reluctantly agreed to help him decorate. It wasn't that Ty was a total creep who was constantly trying to get in her pants. On the contrary, he was always a gentleman, treating her with respect and offering nothing more than the friendship she'd once taken for granted. 

It also never helped that Jessica always brought up the issue of what a hunk Ty was, and how she'd had a few black lovers in the past and would give her entire savings for one more fuck from a guy named Jerome, the one who'd introduced her to black sex.

"Ohmigod, Heather, his cock was...his cock was just amazing. I've been searching for another one like it ever since he left me for some fake-boobed, redheaded twit he met at a party." She sighed dramatically. "Too bad you never had a chance to test Ty out. You could tell me if he was any good or not so I'd know whether to waste my time."

Heather had to admit the more Jessica talked about it, the more she found herself wondering what it would be like to sleep with someone other than Jake. Sometimes, listening to Jessica talk about her one night stands, Heather envied the rush her friend must feel at doing something so spontaneous. But deep down, Heather didn't dare give in to such thoughts. She loved Jake too much to ever risk losing him for something as shallow as meaningless sex, and adultery was something she just couldn't understand. She had never understood why, if someone wanted to sleep with someone other than their spouse, that they didn't just get divorced rather than hurt their spouse with such an unforgivable betrayal. Open marriages, where spouses gave the other permission to cheat, were even more mind-boggling to her. 

Deep down, however, Heather instinctively knew that if there was ever a possible threat to her own fidelity, Ty was it. He was charming and attentive; he had an easy way of making her laugh; and worst of all, he was sexy as hell, all rippling black muscles, always attractively dressed. She'd never been attracted to a black man before, but she'd be lieing if she said she wasn't attracted to one now. Maybe her hormones were out of whack - maybe they'd gotten out of whack when she'd taken herself off the pill. And despite herself, she was curious and intrigued by the idea of Ty earning a living as a stripper. She'd never asked him a thing about it, but he kept tossing her insightful nibbles. For instance, she knew that he was still stripping. He apparently worked in a club in Chicago, which was an hour or so drive from their quiet little town. He'd even told her he could get her in for free if she and some friends ever wanted to catch a show one weekend, but she'd quickly changed the subject to something less scandalous. She hadn't even mentioned Ty's occupation to Jake - she'd been too embarassed to - and she knew her husband wouldn't appreciate it if she went to a male strip club anyway.

Despite this attraction, she had herself convinced that she and Ty could be friends again until the night of his housewarming party.

Sitting with Ty in his bedroom while Jake mingled downstairs, she had no idea what came over her when Ty finally brought up the issue of their past chemistry. She'd had some wine and was probably a little tipsy, and when he'd finally kissed her, she hadn't protested much because, if she were honest, she'd been wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. Kissing Ty hadn't been better than kissing her husband. It had just been different and exciting because she knew she shouldn't be doing it. When he'd freed his massive erection and asked her to give him a blow job, she'd thankfully come to her senses and left before things could get out of hand. A few kisses she could convince herself meant nothing. Oral sex was another matter entirely. 

When she'd gotten home, she'd been so eaten up with guilt and shame over the temptation she'd felt to give in and go down on the black man that she had cried harder than she had since her mother had passed away. She determined that she would just have to sever all ties with Ty, and the problem would be solved. So, why had she put herself back on the pill that same night? God, she wished she knew.

The very next day, she confided in Jessica that Ty had hit on her and asked her friend to take over Ty's account at the firm. "I'd love to!" Jessica said with a smile. "But you can't tell me you aren't tempted to see how things play out."

"I'm married," she reminded her friend. 

"So? What Jake doesn't know won't hurt him."

Growing angry that her so-called friend was offering further temptation, she refused to continue the conversation any further. She handed over Ty's file and tried to put him out of her mind once and for all. Jessica even came back and apologised, looking sheepish, and told Heather, "Jake will be gone next week, right?"

"Unfortunately, yes. He's leaving Thursday."

"Well, let's have a girl's night out Saturday - my treat," Jessica said. "Consider it a peace offering. What do you say?"

Heather agreed, only because she knew it would help keep her mind off of things it shouldn't be on. This was easier said than done, especially everytime she checked her e-mail that afternoon and found that Ty had sent her a message. 

In the first, he apologized again for what had happened but insisted that it was only a matter of time before they were lovers. She deleted it without responding, but a new email popped up thirty minutes later. It was an e-card with a cute little teddy bear holding up a Valentine that read, "To the most beautiful woman in the world. Please Be Mine. Love, Ty." Despite herself she felt a little flattered, and she replied with a short note thanking him for the sentiment but reminding him that she was very much happily married. Not long after the message had been sent, her inbox alerted her to a new message - an erotic poem about all the ways he planned to make love to her. Shaking her head, she replied that he seemed to be dangerously close to stalking and to please stop sending inappropriate emails to her at work. She didn't receive any more emails after that.

She thought putting Ty out of sight, out of mind would work well enough, but then Jessica had to screw up her plans royally Saturday night.

After some debate about what they wanted to do, they drove the distance into the city and grabbed dinner at a new Italian restaurant Heather had heard about. Jessica kept insisting they find a nightclub and check out guys, and Heather finally admitted it might be fun, just to look, of course.

What she hadn't realized was that the nightclub Jessica wanted to visit was the strip club where Ty worked. She had seen its name on some employment forms he'd submitted. Suddenly, she realized Jessica had probably seen that same form. Jessica, bless her sneaky little heart, didn't even attempt to deny it.

"Come on, Heather, aren't you the least bit curious?" she argued, when Heather refused to leave the car. "It's not like I'm dragging you in there so he can pick you up. He won't even know we're here."

"Please, can't we go somewhere else?"

"No. You can wait in the car if you want, but I'm going inside." Jessica made good on the threat, grabbing her purse and locking the car door behind her. Heather sighed and sat back in her seat, staying firm in her resolve not to go inside. That is, until she began looking around at her surroundings and realized there were some rough-looking young men watching her in the parking lot, making obsene gestures to each other as they leered at her. Growing increasingly nervous, she finally caved in and went in search of Jessica. 

Heather, however, wondered if she probably should have stayed in the car, especially when they walked in and heard the screams and catcalls of horny women combined with pulsing, throbbing music. Thank god it was dimly lit in here, Heather thought as Jessica grabbed her hand and led her to an empty table off to the side. A tall white guy was stripped down to a g-string, and he was rolling his hips around for the women crowded around the stage. 




Innocent Sins Ch. 03



"We'll just wait until Ty comes on and leave, OK?" Jessica leaned over to say. Jessica had asked the guy at the admission booth if Ty had performed yet, and he'd smiled a knowing smile and told them Ty hadn't done his act yet.

They sat through two guys who stripped out of their cowboy and police uniforms until they were wearing nothing but tiny g-strings. Relieved they didn't go full nude, Heather thought the guys had nice bodies, but then again, so did her husband. Jake had a nice, muscular body too, and he seemed more well endowed than any of the guys on stage so far. She'd always wondered what it would be like to come to a place like this, but quite frankly, she wasn't all that impressed. She actually felt kind of dirty, being here, and she didn't like feeling that way.

Then Ty was introduced and he came roaring onto the stage riding a Harley and dressed all in black leather, the ultimate bad boy biker. The women in the place went wild. Jessica leaned over and said, "He's definitely got a Lexington Steele thing going on. Mercy!"

"What's Lexington Steele?" Heather asked innocently, and Jessica only shook her head thinking it was a pity Heather wasn't familiar with the well-hung porn star.

Ty revved the engine of the bike and with the grace of a true dancer leaned back, pumped his hips up and down, then swung his leg over the handlebars in tune to the slow, seductive music. His strong thighs barely fit into the tiny leather shorts he wore, and Heather could see his muscles flex proudly as he moved across the stage. He ripped his leather jacket open, revealing a broad, hairless chest that belonged on the cover of a bodybuilding magazine. Slowly he tugged the jacket down his arms, then lifted it and swung it round and round over his head, finally flinging it offstage somewhere.

He reached for the zip of his shorts and slowly lowered it as he mimicked a humping motion with his hips. Instead of stopping, he suddenly ripped the shorts apart and off, revealing a g-string that seemed barely capable of containing him. Heather swallowed, especially when he turned, lifted his eyes and they met her own. She recognized the surprise, then the pleased glint in his pale eyes as he slowly smiled at her. Licking his lips, he threw his head back, then slid one hand down his slick chest towards his crotch, still pumping his hips in time to the beat of the music. Lifting his head, his eyes met hers again, but then he suddenly dropped to the floor on all fours and began a slow fucking motion with an invisible partner in front of the crowd of screaming women. All the while his eyes didn't leave Heather's, and she knew in his mind, she was his imaginary partner.

Heather squirmed in her seat, remembering what his cock had felt like the night she'd rubbed his crotch. Very large, very hot and throbbing in the palm of her hand. She couldn't even begin to imagine what such a thing would feel like inside her pussy.

Shaking herself of such thoughts, shamed by her reaction, she leaned over to Jessica and demanded that they leave. Now! Jessica shook her head, refusing to tear her eyes from the stage. Worse, she kept commenting on what a hot body Ty had and once or twice said that Heather was damned crazy to pass up a shot at tasting it. "I'm calling a cab," Heather finally said, angry that her friend wasn't being more supportive. 

"Stop being such a drama queen," Jessica relented. "I'm not letting you go home in a cab alone." Reluctantly, Jessica tore her eyes away and agreed to leave. Heather had already decided she would decline any future invitations for a girl's night out if Jessica asked. 

The next morning, Heather was woken by the sound of the telephone ringing. Grabbing for the cordless phone, still half asleep, she checked the caller ID before answering. It was Ty. Blinking, startled, she tossed the phone aside and listened as the answering machine picked up. He didn't leave a message, thank god. Maybe he would get the idea and leave her alone. No matter how hard she tried though, she couldn't go back to sleep so she crawled out of bed, got dressed and decided to run some errands while she had a little free time. She called Jake from her cell phone and realized her battery was going dead. Damn, she'd forgotten to charge it the night before. As a result, their conversation was short, sweet and simple. 

Heather had just left the mall when her CHECK ENGINE light came on. Damn, damn, damn, she thought. This was just her luck lately. She didn't have a usable cell phone, her husband was out of town, and she was on the highway about five miles from her house. Soon she began to see smoke coming from under her hood, so she quickly pulled to the median and just sat there, helpless and wondering what on earth she would do now.

Ty was driving along the highway, on his way home from the gym, when he saw a car stranded on the side of the road. He had never stopped to help anyone before, but then he recognized the dark-haired woman raising the hood and fanning the smoke out of her face. "Well, I'll be a son of a bitch," he whispered in startled delight. With a wry smile, he turned his vehicle around and doubled back to help her.

Heather was frantic, wondering if she was going to have to walk and find a phone. And what about her car? Jake wasn't even in town - he couldn't come pick her up. Who could she trust to tow her at a reasonable rate? She had let her membership to AAA lapse a few months ago because she'd forgotten to pay the bill. She supposed she could call her sister for a ride, or maybe Jessica...

She raked a frustrated hair through her hair and was glancing by at the sporadic traffic passing by when she heard the sound of crunching gravel. Spinning around, she saw a black SUV parking behind her car, then saw the tall black man step out. Oh god, she thought. Her luck just kept getting worse and worse...

Ty played it cool, one side of his mouth tilted up as he surveyed her situation. He nodded toward her engine and asked, "What happened?"

"I have no idea." She watched as he leaned over and checked it out, not daring to touch anything. "My cell phone went dead," she told him. "Not that I would know who to call to come tow me anyway. I don't have my check book with me either. I just bought a new computer, so the only credit card I have is almost maxed out. Jake is out of town, and I think my sister is at work. God. I need a vacation."

Pulling back without a word, Ty pulled out his own cell phone, punched in some numbers, and she gathered from his side of the conversation that he was using his own car club membership to call for a tow. Ending the call with directions, he crossed his arms and casually leaned back against her disabled sedan to wait. "Should take them about twenty minutes to get here. No big deal."

Sighing in relief, she told him simply, "Thank you."

He glanced down at the engine and asked, "It ever done this before?"

"No. I've had this car forever though. It's got a lot of miles on it, so I shouldn't be surprised," she told him. She eyed him carefully. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't stopped."

"The road I usually take home from the gym had a detour this morning, so I decided to take the highway instead." He smiled. "I think this is just a case of fate pulling us together."

Fate? No, her fate was with Jake, she knew that with a certainty that was unshakable. She sighed, hoping to stop Ty before he got any more silly ideas. But then he said, "I tried calling you this morning to ask a favor. I wondered if you could look over some paperwork for me today before I have to go into a meeting tomorrow morning. I know you're not handling my account anymore, but I need someone knows my account and who can give me a quick session so I won't sound like a fool in front of my partners. Think you could spare a few minutes to stop by my place and help out an old friend?"

She didn't want to go by his place and help him, but how could she not? Especially after he'd gone out of his way to help her today. Besides, he didn't seem flirtatious or threatening right now. Perhaps he'd finally gotten the message?

"All right. I can probably spare a little time if I get my car situation settled."

Ty smiled to himself. In his mind, he already had the situation all planned. He'd just been trying to figure out a way to get her to his house. When all was said and done, he didn't know if he'd want her in his bed permanently, but her playing hard-to-get was driving him wild. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He could have his pick of almost any woman he met, but he couldn't stop thinking about this one, especially after spotting her across the club last night, seeing that heated, hunted look in her eyes. Oh yeah, once they got to his house, her ass would be his, whether she liked it or not.

Ty followed Heather to the auto garage and waited while she was given a rental car until her own could be repaired. Then she followed him back to his place. 

She was wearing faded jeans, a tee shirt and little makeup. She still looked pretty damn good, Ty thought as he asked her to come inside while he gathered the so-called paperwork. It didn't take him long to ease her mind off of him and onto his accounts. When she was relaxed enough to let her guard down, he excused himself to get himself a drink. Heather was so focused on the books in front of her that she didn't even notice when he pulled out two glasses, poured champagne into each flute and then carefully spread a powdery substance into one. He'd used this shit on a few women before, and in no time, they were crawling all over his cock. He knew he'd never get anywhere with Heather if he didn't loosen her up first; she would thank him later anyway. Smiling to himself, Ty carried the drinks over to his dining room table, where Heather was busy working up figures, and placed the drugged one in front of her. She was so absorbed in her work, she took it without thinking, sipping on it as she explained to him the answers to each of the complex questions he had asked.

In hardly any time at all, she began to fidget in her seat. "Is it just me or is it hot in here?"

"I'm fine. Why don't you take off your jacket. Looks like we've still got a ways to go."

He watched as Heather took off her jean jacket and placed it on the back of her chair before trying to concentrate again on the project before her. She fought gallantly but just couldn't seem to get her mind focused enough to complete the task. She fidgeted uncomfortably, rubbing her neck every so often, and began loosing her train of thought in the middle of speech.

"Why don't we take a break? Stretch our legs?" Ty finally suggested, rising from his seat across from her to help her from her own chair. 

"I guess...just a few minutes. I need to be getting home before too late," she insisted, moving eagerly to walk off the growing agitation she felt. Was she getting ill? She felt almost feverish, yet excited, full of energy. Her head was sort of floaty, as if she were drunk, yet she'd only sipped one glass of champagne.

She saw Ty walk over to his entertainment center and fidget with something. Then she heard the sound of soft, romantic jazz fill the air. She didn't notice him switching on the camcorder he had hidden, pointed straight at the large, leather sofa beside her. She started to ask him what he was doing, playing music like that, but her skin was on fire, and instead she heard herself say, "It's so hot in here. Can you turn up the air conditioning please."

"Baby, it's barely 70 in here and below 50 outside," he soothed, stepping over to rub his hands up and down her arms. He placed the back of his hand on her forehead and commented, "You're not sick. What's got you so hot? Oh...I think I know what it is, baby. It's this, isn't it? This heat between us. You finally realize you can't ignore it. Especially after you saw what I had to offer last night."

When his hands rubbed themselves up and down her arm, she felt tiny pinpricks of electricity shoot up her spine, making her tremble. It was not an unpleasant sensation, and she heard herself say, "Please...I...I need to go home."

"Shhhhhh." He pressed his lips to her forehead and pulled her closer into his arms, slowly swaying with her to the music. Without thought, Heather's arms slid around his waist and when he turned her face up for his kiss, she just stared without protest. At first his thick lips covering hers caused more electricity to shoot down her spine, and then she felt his hands slide from her waist to mold her gentle backside. When he pulled her closer against him, she found herself grinding against his leg, trying to ease the ferocious ache she suddenly felt deep in her moist pussy. But then an image of her husband floated into her mind, and she pulled her mouth away long enough to protest, "No, this isn't right."

"Shhhh," he hushed again, then asked, "Are you still hot, baby?"

"Yes, very."

"Let's see if we can't cool you down," he said, pulling back enough to tug her tee shirt over her arms, exposing her in her plain white bra. With ease he flicked open the catch at her back, freeing her heavy white mounds to his gaze.

"No, please," she whispered, even as her body sought the sensation of his wicked fingers touching her bare breasts. A second later his mouth was devouring her left nipple, wringing a soft cry of pleasure from her suddenly parched lips. As she bent her head backwards, arching her chest into him, she felt his one hand fumbling with her jeans, and then she felt him pushing them down past her hips. In no time, his hand was diving between her thighs in search of her private heat, his fingers sliding inside her panties until they were gliding across the folds of her pussy, teasing her sensitive slit. With the last shred of sanity she possessed, she reached for his hand and told him, "I don't want this. I love my husband. Please don't make me do this."

Ty made a mental note to edit this part off the tape he planned to send to good old Jake even as he wiped away the last of Heather's resistance when he managed to push two fingers up inside her wet honeypot. She orgasmed instantly, and Ty wondered if she would always be so responsive, or if it was just the drug he'd slipped in her drink. While she was still trembling, he managed to get her jeans completely off her, until she was naked except for the brief panties at her hips. Slowly, he walked her backwards until she bumped into the sofa. He lowered her down until she was spread out, whimpering in front of him.

"Please..." she begged, but he was no longer sure if she was protesting or begging for more. 

Reaching down to kiss her beautiful mouth, Ty dipped his tongue between her lips for a brief taste before kneeling between her spread thighs. He grabbed the sides of her panties and began tugging them down her legs ignoring her now weak protests, especially when her hand reached down and her hips lifted to help him with the task. "Oh yeah, baby, let me have a taste of you before I show you how good it can be between us," he murmured, sliding down and arranging her legs over his shoulders until his face was staring at her husband's private lovenest. Ty licked his lips and dove in, licking her pussy like a pro. Heather bucked and cried out, now lost in the sensations he was giving her. She was moaning and writhing beneath him. Every once in a while, she would cry out, "Oohh, it's so good! Oh, yes!" without realizing what she was saying. The drug he'd put in her champagne had her in its grip now, and she barely even remembered that she had a faithful husband, let alone that she loved him more than life itself. All she cared about were the wonderful orgasms this black man kept delivering to her.

When she reached her biggest orgasm, she screamed out with gutso. Ty lifted himself, only to begin taking off his own clothes. Heather was laying there satiated, her eyes closed as she recovered from the strength of her climax. Her eyes were drugged with passion and something else as she watched as Ty shuffled forward, grabbed both of her ankles to spread her legs wide and placed his cock head on her pussy lips. They glistened, she was so wet. Her nipples were erect and swollen and her pussy lips were enlarged. "Oh fuck,"she cried as Ty pushed his head in, her eyes flying open in surprise. "Ty, stop! Please Ty, at least put a condom on...Oh god. It's so big, you're ripping me apart." 

"Shhhh." He leaned down and kissed her. "Don't worry, baby. I won't come in you, I promise. Just let me slide inside...oh yeah...like this..." he moaned as he gently pushed his hips forward. He gently sawed in and out until she began to stretch around him, allowing him to sink farther and farther into her precious depths.

"Oh fuck, your cock is so big. Fuck." Despite her protests, Heather screamed out as another orgasm suddenly rocked her body. "No one has ever fucked me like this." 

As the words left her mouth, Heather suddenly remembered the only man she had ever slept with, her husband, and she began to push Ty away even though he felt so damn good inside her. It was no use. She had already committed the worst sin imaginable as far as Jake was concerned, and so she let the feeling wash over her and carry her conscience away with it. "Oh god, I'm cumming again!" she cried when Ty suddenly rolled his hips forward, pushing another two inches inside her.

While she was riding the crest of that last orgasm, Ty seized the moment and slammed forward, burying most of his eleven inches inside her belly. Heather made a gagging sound and squealed while trying to scoot back away from him, "Ow, oh god. You're too deep. It hurts. Oh please!" 

Ignoring her, Ty drew back and slammed his hips forward burying his entire cock in her pussy once more. Heather screamed a little, then moaned. Ty really started fucking her then. He held her legs spread wide, fucking her with the entire length of his cock. Heather bit her lower lip and was gripping the sofa cushions so hard her knuckles were white. She began raising her hips up to match his heavy thrusts, seeking another powerful orgasm. Every now and then it would come, causing her eyes to roll up in her head as she came again. Ty lowered her legs and they wrapped around his large waist. She could tell by his off-balance thrusts that he was about to come. She remembered that he was doing her bareback and panicked. "Ty, no...You promised! Please pull out!" 

Suddenly, the black man humping her bellowed and his muscular ass cheeks flexed as he came deep inside Heather's pussy. She felt the scalding blasts deep inside her womb and felt yet another climax wash over her as she ground her pelvis against his in response. 

How long she drifted in blissful ignorance beneath him she didn't know. She heard a man's deep voice whisper in her ear that she was a great fuck and he couldn't wait to feel her lips bring him off next time. As if someone had taken over her identity, she put her hand behind Ty's neck and kissed him passionately. When she broke the kiss, Ty shifted her so that he was sitting beside her, his still hard cock within touching distance. His hand on her neck guided her mouth to his wet cock, and she took it in her mouth instinctively, not really knowing what she was doing, but not really caring either. He tried to push himself down her throat, but she gagged and pulled away, only then realizing that the cock she was sucking was black and that it did not belong to her husband. It was hard to remember for certain what happened after that. She remembered Ty carrying her upstairs and putting her in his bed. She remembered him crawling in beside her and fondling her breasts and pussy until they both succombed to sleep.

The next morning when she woke up, it was to the sensation of something wet and warm laving her sore, abused pussy. Jake had woken her like this on many occassions, and she didn't realize it wasn't her husband between her naked thighs until she opened her eyes and saw the surroundings of an unfamiliar bedroom. Glancing down, she saw the black hands holding her white thighs apart, saw the dark head at her center, and she gasped, then fell into an orgasm that robbed her of her sanity again. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten into this position, couldn't remember anything from the night before, but when Ty crawled between her thighs and pushed his large, black cock into her pussy with ease, she suspected that they were merely repeating the events from the night before. She was so shocked by that thought that she made no move to stop him from pumping himself into her married body until he realized he wasn't getting much response from her. Pulling out, he told her to roll over onto her stomach, which she did numbly, still in shock, confused. Maybe she was dreaming, she decided. Maybe she was sick with the flu and was having erotic hallucinations. This simply could not be happening for real, she thought.




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Then she felt his fingers delving into her recently fucked pussy and felt him spreading her juices up and down the folds of her vagina. When the fingers began working her love cream around her puckered anus, she gasped, startled by the very real sensation. Before she could react, she felt Ty shift behind her, over her, and then he was pressing forward where no man had gone before. She screamed bloody murder, begging him to stop because it hurt so much, but he whispered that she would thank him later and kept pushing forward. 

When it was over, Ty tried to cuddle with Heather, who had collapsed into sobs from the remembered pain of her anal deflowering as well as the knowledge that she really had been unfaithful to her loving husband. She pushed him away and ran from the bed, desperately searching for her clothes along the way. She managed to find her jeans, shirt and shoes and grabbed her purse and jacket as she fled from Ty's home. He followed her down the stairs, trying to convince her not to feel guilty about what had happened. He told her he thought he loved her and wanted her to leave Jake so they could be together. Damn bitches liked hearing stuff like that, he reasoned.

"But I don't love you! I love my husband!" she screamed at him in frustration. "This was a mistake that won't ever happen again," she told him as she stormed out of the door.

But it had happened again. More times than Heather cared to admit. And as a result, she had lost her husband, her home, her self-respect...everything. Rubbing her flat stomach, which may or may not be bulging out in a few months, she made a silent vow to put things right, even if it was the last thing she did. 



Innocent Sins Ch. 04



Heather blinked back tears and tried to remain strong as she met her husband's hard gaze across the conference table. So this was it, then? The end of their marriage? Heather felt more like it was the end of her life, especially when her lawyer slid the papers in front of her and told her to sign beside Jake's familiar scrawl. As soon as she put her name on that dotted line, the divorce would be final. 

Seeing her hesitation, her lawyer leaned over and whispered, "Trust me, this is the best way. If you fight it, things will get very nasty. Your husband has some...evidence that could be used against you if you make things difficult. He's doing you a favor by giving you the chance to split things evenly and quickly. Sign the papers, Heather. It's for the best, believe me."

Once again, she puzzled over her attorney's remark about "evidence." Jake had never confronted her with any so-called evidence of her adultery, but he'd obviously presented something to her attorney. 

Truth was, the only contact she'd had with Jake at all these past six weeks had been through short, curt emails and then through his attorney, informing her he was arranging a quick divorce and that Jake had agreed to give her half of everything they owned to speed up the process. No matter how much she'd begged, her husband wouldn't talk to her, and lord knows, she could hardly blame him. He'd loved her, and she'd hurt him terribly. And in the process, she'd lost her husband, her best friend and the only man she would ever love. She'd ruined both their lives, and why? God, she wished she knew. All she knew was that if she could convince him to give her another chance, she'd spend the rest of her life making it up to him. That's why she'd asked for this meeting, between them and their lawyers. She'd thought seeing her again, seeing how upset and guilty she felt about everything, would convince Jake to at least listen.

Sending him one last pleading glance, she picked up the pen with unsteady hands and seeing no conflicted emotion reflected in his hard eyes, she slowly wrote her name beside his. The tears spilled over and she had to bite back a sob as her lawyer checked over the papers, made a few final arrangements with Jake's lawyer, and then told her she was free to go.

She found herself unable to move...or more accurately, unable to tear her eyes off Jake in fear this would be the last time she would ever see his beloved face. He remained in his seat too, meeting her look with one of his own. But whereas hers was teary-eyed and remorseful, his was as cold as ice. She didn't recognize the hatred in his eyes...he'd always been so loving and gentle. What had she done to him?

She was surprised when Jake told their attorneys that he'd like a word alone with his "ex-wife." When the other men left the room, she was too devastated by the reality of the divorce to say anything. After simply staring at her with hate in his eyes for a few seconds, Jake stood up, grasping the briefcase he'd brought with him, and rounded the table until he was beside her. Perching himself on the tabletop, he opened the briefcase while he told her, "I thought you might like to know that your new boyfriend sent me a few goodies to use against you in the divorce, but quite frankly I was too damned embarassed to show them to anyone but your lawyer in private. Either way, I don't need them anymore."

With that last comment, he stacked two videotapes in front of her. She felt all of the color drain from her face as she imagined with horror what was on them. She wouldn't be the least bit surprised if Ty had somehow recorded their encounters and sent them to Jake. He'd made it clear from the start that he was out to ruin her marriage any way he could.

"Jake, please..."

He shot her a look that said "don't bother" and moved to his feet. "I'm selling the house and moving...hell, I don't know where and probably wouldn't tell you if I knew," he informed her coldly. Oddly, he seemed to hesitate before closing the briefcase and she saw his jaw muscles clench the way they always did when he was struggling with a tough decision. Finally, he simply closed the briefcase and started to walk away. "Have a nice life, Heather."

Heather was desperate to stop him and blurted the first thing that came to mind. "What if I'm pregnant?"

Jake stopped in the door and she saw his entire body tense. She seized the opportunity to point out, "It would be yours, Jake. I know it's yours." And then she prayed she was pregnant with his baby, his baby, not Ty's, because she knew he would stay with her if she were carrying his child. She didn't know if she was pregnant or not. She was late, but that wasn't unusual, especially given the stress she'd been under. Of course, there was a slight chance she could be pregnant with Ty's baby, but she refused to accept that she'd have to live the rest of her life with a reminder of her betrayal. 

Slowly, Jake turned to face her. She barely recognized him, he looked so...harsh. "Do you honestly think it's likely to be mine?"

She couldn't lie. "I don't know. There were a few times...before you left for your trip..."

"As opposed to the five or six or God knows how many times with Ty?" he scoffed. "Don't play me for a fool, Heather. If the baby is mine, I'll gladly be its father, but I highly doubt it will be."

He started to approach her and she felt a moment of hope that she'd finally gotten through to him, just enough to talk to her, really talk to her. But he laid his briefcase back on the table, popped it open, and pulled out another videotape. She wondered why he hadn't given it to her with the others...what was so different about this one? An overwhleming sense of dread filled her as she thought of the possibilities.

"You know, I almost felt sorry enough for you to keep this to myself, but to hell with it," he said. "Consider it a parting gift. Goodbye, Heather. Oh, and if the baby turns out to be mine, I'll know and I'll contact you. Otherwise, I doubt we'll ever speak to each other again...especially after you see what's on that tape."

Closing her eyes, she simply couldn't watch him leave. She heard the door shut behind him, and then the only sounds she heard were her own sobs. She didn't know how much longer it was before one of the secretaries politely asked her to leave. She gathered up the videos and numbly drove herself to her sister's place. She supposed she would have to start looking for a place of her own now that she knew she couldn't go back to the house.

Her older sister was waiting supportively when Heather made it home, a nervous wreck. Cassie offered to stay home from her night job, but Heather just wanted to be alone. 

After her sister left, Heather took her time in building up the courage to watch the videos. Knowing what was probably on them, she wanted to kill Ty with her bare hands. It was bad enough Jake knew what she'd done...Ty had no right to rub his face in the fact by showing him videos of it.

Pouring herself a glass of red wine despite her possible pregnancy, she finally put one of the videos in and watched it in a mixture of disbelief, outrage and mostly shame. What must Jake have thought, hearing those sounds come from her, seeing her react that way? She looked and acted like a total slut. The first video showed the night Ty tried to seduce her at his housewarming party, then flashed forward to the night he'd succeeded in fucking her...after he'd laced her drink with ecstacy, she'd discovered later. Truth was, she barely remembered that night.

The second tape was longer and showed them still going at it the next morning, when Heather had woken, dazed and puzzled and finally delirious with passion at being woken by the black man eating her pussy in his bed. Ty's naked backside eventually straightened and he could be seen placing her widespread legs on his shoulders as he shuffled up and rammed his monster cock insde her. He hammered away at her for several minutes before turning her over onto her stomach and began playing with her ass. Heather turned red and flinched while watching Ty fuck her virgin ass on screen. It had hurt like hell and she hadn't enjoyed a minute of it, though she certainly seemed to be enjoying it on tape after the initial penetration. She moaned constantly, her fists clenched the bedsheets and her butt eventually began pushing back into his thrusts as if she couldn't get enough. Truth was, she'd been trying to make Ty come so it would just be over as quickly as possible.

The tape also showed the next day, when Ty had come to her home and proceeded to fuck her doggystyle over the back of the sofa after her protests had fallen on deaf ears. He'd made a lot of threats about telling Jake and Heather had felt she had no choice but to give in that time. But how had he filmed her in her own home? He obviously must have had someone film through the living room window. The bastard. She'd cried buckets of tears after he left that day, even though she'd been thankful she'd gone back on the pill after their close encounter at the housewarming party. She'd suspected something could happen and had instinctively been trying to minimalize the consequences if it did. There had been about a week's gap between the day she'd started taking them and the day Ty had seduced her. Lord knows if it had gotten into her system in time to make a difference. First thing tomorrow, she would bite the bullet and drag herself to the doctor to find out for sure.

The next scene showed him taking her against the wall in the shower of his new home. By that point, she hated to admit that she'd felt herself giving in, as if she knew she'd already cheated, so what more harm would it be if she continued, just until Jake came home? Ty hadn't been a better lover than Jake; in fact, she considered Jake's technique to be better. But the excitement of doing something taboo and forbidden had made her experiences with Ty hard not to repeat. She'd told herself she was going to Ty's that day to put a stop to things once and for all, but deep down, she'd known what would happen and had wanted it to happen. Why else had she spent so much time on her makeup and worn one of her sexiest outfits that day? When Ty had opened the door, wearing only a towel around his waist because she'd interrupted his shower, she'd forgotten everything she had planned to say. Without a word, Ty had pulled her into a sexy, erotic kiss that had left her knees trembling and her body eager for more. She hadn't offered any resistance when he'd pushed her to her knees and let his towel fall to the ground. She'd kissed, licked and sucked his cock of her own free will, growing aroused as she worked him into a fervor. 

When he'd pulled her up and said, "You interrupted my shower, baby. Thankfully there's room enough for two." She'd merely licked her lips and let him carry her upstairs. He told her to get undressed while he excused himself for a few minutes, and now Heather realized he must have somehow been switching on this recording. When he'd returned, he'd also been carrying a tube of KY jelly, and she'd asked flat out what it was for. "Relax, baby," he told her, reaching to push her panties down her hips so that she was completely naked. One of his hands curved around her, pressing her close to him even as his fingers squeezed her naked ass. When she felt one of his fingers push into her anal opening, she broke away from his kiss to say, "I don't like that. I mean it Ty. And I want you to wear a condom."

"Whatever you want," he whispered, kissing her even as he led her into the shower. That was where the tape began. Heather now watched herself onscreen, moaning as Jake pressed her beneath the water and against the wall of the shower. For a few minutes, he fingered her to orgasm while alternately sucking on her lips and her nipples. Finally, he wrapped one hand around her right thigh and lifted it up, pressing himself forward. By the sounds she made, it was obvious he was sliding inside her. Heather was ashamed to admit that she had forgotten all about his promise of using a condom and hadn't even been aware that he was pumping her bareback. She watched, red-faced, as Ty's black asschecks flexed and her white leg wrapped around his hip as he steadily pumped into her for - according to the counter on the VCR - sixteen minutes without loosing his stride. Heather could not believe the moans, grunts and sounds she heard coming from her own mouth as the black man fucked her onscreen. Was she normally that vocal with Jake? As she watched, Ty picked up speed, then shifted his body to pick up both of her legs so they were wrapped around his waist. She remembered all too well what happened next. Her face was twisted in passion as she looked at Ty, wondering why he'd suddenly pulled out of her when she was so close to her biggest orgasm yet. Then she felt him shifting underneath her until the head of his cock was pressing against her asshole. With ease he managed to press forward, pushing past her spincter, and Heather cried out, then grunted as he buried himself completely inside her back passage. She hissed at him, "You bastard."

He leaned forward to push his tongue inside her mouth, kissing her deep and heavy until he pulled back to say, "I'm not wearing a condom, sweetheart. If you prefer, I can come in your sweet little pussy." Then he pulled out of her ass with a pop and began sliding back into her possibly unprotected womb.

"No!" she'd begged. "Don't come inside me."

He gently sawed in and out of her cunt, making sure he hit her g-spot on every stroke, and said, "I'm coming in one of your holes, and your mouth isn't an option at this point." Slowly he pulled out, shifted her and pressed against her back hole, asking, "Which hole do you prefer, baby?"

Heather hesitated so long, trying to find the will to tell him to stop completely, that he grew impatient and moved his cockhead back to her pussy. Just as he was about to press inside again, she made a decision. "Go ahead and fuck my ass, you bastard. Just go easy this time."

He slid a couple of inches inside her pussy anyway and after licking her ear demanded, "What was that, baby? I don't think I heard the magic word."

Ashamed but needing relief, Heather heard herself beg, "Please."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck my ass!"

This time, the ass-fucking wasn't as painful and Heather was starting to enjoy the way his cock stroked her clit each time he moved in and out of her ass when she felt him explode deep in her bowels. Still needing to climax, she reached down and began playing with her pussy until Ty's hand reached down and stopped her. When he pulled out of her ass, a river of cum spilled down her thighs, and she carefully washed herself beneath the shower, feeling ashamed and frustrated and excited all at once. Ty hadn't been finished with her yet though. He'd pulled her out of the shower and into his bedroom, where he'd spread her out on his bed, crawled between her thighs and proceeded to use his mouth to bring her to that final orgasm.

By that point, Heather couldn't watch anymore, knowing there was also the time he'd coerced her into giving him a blowjob in her office at work along with the final time in Ty's pool. But there was still the third tape...and the mystery of what was on it since all of her encounters with Ty already seemed to be recorded on the other two.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled out the tape and saw that a small post-it was attached. Jake's scrawl had written "Just wanted you to know how it feels ..."

Still puzzled, she pushed PLAY and then frowned, not recognizing the bedroom in the frame. Then Jake appeared in front of the camera, his handsome features twisted with a wry smile and a look filled with such hate it almost scalded her through the TV screen. 

"Hello, Heather. After watching your performances on tape, I decided it was only fair to give you a dose of your own medicine."

He held something up to the camera so she could see what it was, and she recognized the divorce papers. As the camera filmed, he signed them without hesitation, and Heather felt her heart drop to her feet all over again. She knew what Jake was doing. As long as he was married - or considered himself married - he would honor their vows. She watched as Jake stepped away from the camera, and pointed the lens at the bed in what looked to be a nice hotel room. He sat on the edge of the bed, and then a woman appeared out of nowhere. Heather didn't recognize the woman, but she was absolutely gorgeous. Petite, blonde and barely dressed in a red sheath, she wasted no time in crawling onto Jake's lap, her knees spread around his thighs as she lowered her mouth to his. It was a deeply erotic kiss, and Heather almost pressed STOP because of the sheer pain she felt at seeing her husband kissing another woman. It was her worst nightmare come true. In the earliest years of their marriage, Heather had been terrified Jake would find another woman and leave her. Eventually she'd realized his character would never allow him to do so. Not while he was still married to her. She realized that signing those papers, regardless of whether or not Heather had signed, was enough to set him free.

A sob left Heather's throat as she watched. The woman's greedy hands were all over him too, pushing his shirt and tie off so that her fingers could roam his sleekly muscled chest. But aside from kissing the woman back, Jake wasn't being very active, and Heather took some comfort in that.

At least, until the blonde slut slid down Jake's chest until she was on her knees between his legs. With a purely sexual smile, the whore unbuckled Jake's pants and freed his dick. He groaned, tossing his head back as she began to fondle him, murmuring dirty words about what she planned to do with such a big, hard cock. Then she lowered her red lips around his bulk, and Jake's face twisted in near-pain as he fought off an instant orgasm. By that point, Heather could barely see what was happening because of the tears in her eyes. Still, she watched, sobbing when Jake turned and looked at the camera and...actually smiled even as he was obviously cumming in the slut's mouth.

Pleased with herself, the blonde whore--who was she? Heather wondered again--lifted herself up, licking her lips, and looked at the camera too. "Hmmm, tastes great. You don't know what you're missing, lady. But he's mine now...all mine, thanks to you."

With that, Jake became the aggressor, pulling the woman into an open-mouthed kiss as he maneuvered them both until she was flat on her back beneath him on the bed. With seductive skill, Jake slowly peeled the bitch out of her dress, exposing a pair of breasts that could have been featured in Playboy. Heather reached for the remote but still couldn't press STOP. She watched helpless as Jake lovingly used his skilled tongue to arouse the woman's nipples before he licked and kissed his way down between her legs. God, he'd always been so good at that, Heather remembered with an ache, jealous another woman was receiving the attention that should have been hers and hers alone. Jake brought the woman to orgasm with his tongue and then began ridding himself of the clothes he had left. Crawling onto the bed between the woman's thighs, he smiled when the slut said she wanted to be taken doggystyle, a position Heather knew he liked but which they'd rarely done. Once the woman was on all fours, he tenderly began fucking her...his big, hard cock sawing in and out of the woman's juicy cunt. Every so often, the woman would orgasm and moan and finally began murmuring dirty words to the man pounding her from behind.

"Take my ass," she said at one point. "I bet she wouldn't let you near hers, did she? Mmmm, baby, please, it'll feel so good. You don't have to be a good boy anymore...take it, baby. Mmm, please."




Innocent Sins Ch. 04



Jake went wild at the idea, pounding her pussy even harder, making the woman scream in delight until they both shuddered and groaned in pleasure. When it was over, Jake fell on top of the blonde and rolled until they were on their sides, spooning. 

"I want you again, cowboy," the blonde purred, rubbing his slick chest with relish. "We've got all night. I want you to fuck me every way there is." Then she looked toward the camera and smiled, an evil, wicked smile. "But this time, I think we deserve a little privacy. Let the bitch's imagination do the rest."

Her butt began wiggling back against Jake, and he glanced up at the camera and smiled too. The screen went blue and Heather realized she now truly did know what hell was like.

Closing her eyes she wondered how she'd done this to herself...to Jake...especially when she could so easily remember what heaven was like.



Innocent Sins Ch. 05



Not even a week after her divorce from Jake was final, dozens of beautiful red roses began arriving at Heather's office. 

At first no note was attached to the arrangements, and Heather harbored a secret hope that perhaps Jake had changed his mind and was trying to tell her he wanted to start over, to give her another chance. Remembering the videotape he had sent her showing him make love to another woman, Heather wasn't certain how she felt about that idea anymore. Yes, she still loved Jake. But they had now both been unfaithful. Two wrongs didn't make a right, and now she was just as hurt and angry as Jake was. She didn't know if she could stand living with him again, constantly wondering in the back of her mind if he were seeing another woman. Then again, she supposed that had been the whole point of that tape. He had wanted her to understand what it had felt like when he had discovered her affair. He had even said he doubted she would want to speak to him again, because that was exactly how he'd reacted to her infidelity.

Even so, yes, Heather wanted the chance to try and work things out with Jake. But those hopes were crushed when another dozen roses arrived with a note that bore a short, sweet endearment and Ty's name, not Jake's. She considered sending the arrangements over to her sister's - Cassie had an almost obsessive love for anything floral - but she couldn't bring herself to do it. That same afternoon, the staff secretary buzzed Heather to tell her Ty was there for an eleven o'clock appointment. Steeling herself for the meeting she knew was inevitable, Heather took a deep breath and forced herself to go greet him in the lobby.

When he followed her into her private office, Ty glanced around and said, "Didn't you get my flowers?"

Sending him a cool, professional glance, she nodded curtly. "I did. Thank you."

"You already had them sent home? That was fast," he said with a puzzled, although arrogant smile.

"No, I had them sent over to the hospital with instructions for them to be given to patients without family." She crossed her arms and perched herself on the edge of her desk in front of him. "I really wish you hadn't sent them here. It was completely inappropriate given that my divorce was only final last week. I can't even begin to imagine what my co-workers are thinking."

Ty had had to restrain himself to wait that long. He'd made it his business to find out when Heather would be a free woman, but he had also hoped she would be the one to come to him seeking comfort. It had taken her long enough, but yesterday, he'd finally gotten an email from her, saying she'd thought about things and would like to see where their relationship could lead now that Jake was out of her life. She'd said she missed feeling his cock sliding inside her juicy cunt and couldn't wait until they could be together again. She had also said she thought she was expecting his baby and fully expected him to help her "take care of it." He assumed she meant an abortion. That was fine by him. Someday he wouldn't mind having a kid, but not now, not unless he could bring the kid up in a stable home. Right now, Ty couldn't offer that, so he wasn't opposed to an abortion if Heather wasn't. It wouldn't be the first he'd paid for, and it probably wouldn't be the last. 

The first thing he'd done this morning was call to schedule an appointment with Heather's secretary at work, trying to be a little more gentlemanly this time around. He'd figured he could take her to lunch at his place, only eating wasn't on his agenda. And he knew from past experience that beautiful women loved receiving beautiful flowers. He'd paid a small fortune but figured it would be a small price to pay in exchange for Heather's white legs wrapped around his waist again.

"I'm sorry," he told her. "I didn't mean to be insensitive. How are you holding up? Quite frankly you look wonderful, better than I expected."

Heather let out a soft, chafing laugh. It was funny, wasn't it? Even though she felt like shit, she still got up in the mornings, made herself up for work and managed to force food down her throat every now and then. She had once imagined that if Jake ever left her, she'd waste away to nothing, have no desire to live at all. Instead, it was as if she were a robot, continuing with her day-to-day life with no emotion, only the tiny hope that someday she and Jake would find their way back to one another. Yes, she was surviving, but she wasn't living. Rubbing a weary hand over tired eyes, Heather asked Ty, "What are you doing here, Ty? I'm not your accountant anymore."

"You're still my friend," he countered, then added. "You're also something more. I was hoping I could do things right this time, maybe take you out to lunch. What do you think?"

"I think you've got a lot of nerve even coming near me after what you did," she told him, cold anger in her voice. "You ruined my life and now you just expect me to keep on with you as if nothing happened? You're a bastard, Ty. Quite frankly, I hope I never see you again."

"I seem to remember a few times when you liked it that I was such a bastard," he shot back suggestively, moving forward to crowd her against the desk. What was her deal? he wondered. Yesterday she'd sent him that teasing email, and now she was acting like he had the plague. She immediately straightened and pushed him away.

"What's going on here?" he demanded. "Yesterday you sent me that message, getting me all hot and bothered, and now this?"

"I never sent you a message," she denied. "What are you talking about, what message?"

"The email saying you wanted some more of this," he said, crudely massaging his crotch. 

"You're crazy," she accused. Heather wondered whether he was lieing, or if someone else had sent him a message pretending to be her. But who would have done such a thing? And why?

Ty was almost as confused as Heather until he realized she was only playing hard to get again - obviously she liked that game. OK. He would play along; he would play the big bad black dude sniffing for some innocent white pussy.

"All right, if that's how you want to play it. Maybe you don't realize it, but I have each of our encounters on tape. I'm sure you'd hate it if a copy got mailed to your co-workers and family. But as long as you're nice to me, you won't have a thing to worry about." 

The shocked, horrified expression on Heather's face told him all he needed to know. Smiling in triumph, he reached down to unbuckle his belt, planning to teach her a lesson for thinking she could pretend to ignore what was between them. Heather heard his zipper lowering and looked down in time to see his hand slide inside and begin massaging his large black cock, preparing it for her. Instead of feeling any ounce of desire whatsoever, she felt...sick. 

"You're disgusting," she told him, quickly moving away. "As far as those tapes are concerned, I could care less who you send them too. Jake already has seen them, and he's the only person I would care about. My family....Cassie already knows what happened...what I did. I told her myself. Go ahead and send them to my co-workers. My job isn't irreplaceable. Jake is the only thing in my life that is irreplaceable. Besides, I'm willing to take responsibility for my actions. Are you?"

Damn, he thought.

"What about the baby?"

"Baby?"

"You're pregnant with my kid, remember," he said. "You told me you wanted me to help you get an abortion. That's another reason I'm here. How much do you need?"

Heather's hand flew up so fast, he couldn't block the slap she delivered to his face. "You bastard! Even if I were pregnant, I would never have an abortion. Not if there was the slightest chance the baby could be Jake's. For the record, I'm not pregnant. Thank god."

Ty had never expected this reaction, not in a million years. She seemed so sincere he figured he must have been reading her wrong after all. Damn, she must really love the bastard to feel as though she had nothing else to loose now that she'd lost Jake. Reluctantly, Ty straightened his clothes.

"I think I could really love you, you know. Do you think, after a few months...?"

"No!" she swore vehemently. "And I'm sorry. If you do love me at all, I'm sorry. The only man I love or will ever love is Jake Devlin."

"He's a lucky man." Desperately trying to think of some way to hold onto her, Ty sighed and finally had to admit defeat. "What I said about the tapes...I would never do anything to hurt you. I'll send you the only copies so you can destroy them if you want."

She glanced at him with a look that told him she didn't believe him. Still, she said, "Thank you."

She was still puzzled by the mysterious message Ty had supposedly been sent. Maybe Jessica had done it. But again why? Sending a message like that was just plain spiteful, something meant to stir things up and cause her trouble, and Jessica had no real reason to be angry with Heather. The fleeting thought that Jake probably still had access to her email account crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. Jake would never do anything like that. Unless he'd been testing the waters, wanting to see how she'd react, a tiny thought whispered.

When Ty finally left, Heather made up her mind that she would drive by the house when she got off work and force Jake to talk to her. At the very least, he deserved to know about the results of her pregnancy test. He deserved to know that she wasn't carrying either his or Ty's baby. But when she arrived at her old house, Jake's car was no where to be seen, the house looked empty, and there was a realtor's FOR SALE sign in the front yard. She almost broke down in tears when she saw that sign. She and Jake had been so happy here once. Wondering if Jake was staying in a motel, she decided to call his cell phone, only to be told it was a number no longer in service. As she was sitting in the drive, contemplating what to do next, she didn't realize that her old neighbor had seen her and decided to come say hello until the middle-aged woman began rapping on Heather's window. Startled, she quickly regained her composure and rolled down the glass. Thankfully, Mrs. Dobbins expressed her disbelief that Heather and Jake had split up. "You were always such a loving couple," she observed. "You must be devastated."

Heather simply nodded, saddened by the reminder that she was the reason her marriage had broken up. "I was actually coming over to try and talk to Jake but he doesn't seem to be staying here anymore. Do you know where I can find him?"

Mrs. Dobbins sent Heather a curious, although sympathetic look. "It's my understanding Jake left town Monday to take a job in another state. I think he told Henry he was moving out west somewhere...oh, I can't remember exactly. He didn't offer to leave any kind of forwarding address with us. Perhaps you can get in touch with his family?"

"Perhaps," Heather mumbled and quickly excused herself before she broke down in front of the woman. Sobs wracked her body as she drove back to her sister's house. Jake was gone. He hadn't even told her he was leaving, or where. He must really hate her to do something like that.

In the weeks that followed, Heather tried to get on with her life. She found a small apartment near her sister and threw herself into her work. Occassionally she would hear from Ty, but she always made it clear she wished he'd leave her alone. Truth was, she was feeling incredibly lonely and unloved without her loving husband in her life, and the more Ty pushed, the more she felt like caving in. It had been nine years since she'd been on her own, and quite frankly, she hated the feeling.

On the fourth of July, Jessica made Heather agree to attend the paty she was having at her place. By that point, it had been two months since the divorce, and Jessica had been trying to get Heather to start dating again. Heather didn't even want to think about starting another relationship yet, maybe never, but she also didn't want to spend the holiday alone.

She shouldn't have been surprised when she looked up from where she was sitting and saw Ty angle his 6-foot, 3-inch body through the door leading outside to Jessica's patio. He was dressed in a pair of baggy shorts and a button-up shirt. The heat of his gaze when it landed on her made it clear he approved her of her similar outfit, a v-neck tee shirt and shorts that exposed plenty of skin in the hot, afternoon sun.

Thankfully, she managed to avoid the tall black man as Jessica seemed glued to his side throughout the day. Heather felt a second's jealousy, seeing him flirt and laugh with the petite blonde, but then she reminded herself that she had no reason to be jealous. If it had been Jake...oh god, just remembering the video of him and the other woman made her feel physically sick. She stood and excused herself, searching out Jessica's upstairs bathroom. She had just finished wiping a cool wet washcloth over her face when she heard the door handle turn as if someone were trying to come in. 

She yelled, "Just a minute!" and hurried to clean up after herself. 

When she opened the door, Ty stood there, looking concerned. "Are you OK?"

"Yes, I'm finished." She moved to step aside, but he blocked her path. 

"We need to talk," he said, pressing her back inside the bathroom and turning to lock the door behind him. Heather backed up against the sink. When she forced herself to meet his gaze, he was smiling slyly. She looked away again, but her gaze felt tugged downward toward his groin. His shorts barely hid the long lump that strained against the material, and she swallowed, remembering what that lump looked like in all its naked glory. If she loved Jake, how could she keep reacting this way around another man? Maybe she was a whore, she tried to reason. Loving Jake wasn't even an issue. Maybe something had been turned on inside her that couldn't be turned off. Ty represented forbidden passion, and her body just couldn't help but react to that thrill whenever he was near. 

She wondered, though, if she'd feel the same about Ty now that she was divorced from Jake. Maybe she had feelings other than lust for her old friend...maybe she just didn't want to admit that to herself. 

Maybe she needed to find out.

"How have you been?" he asked, and she realized with a gasp that one of his hands had moved down and was massaging his straining cock beneath his shorts.

"What are you doing? I think you had better leave," Heather said, somewhat mesmerized as she watched him boldly stroking himself in front of her. 

Reaching out, Ty grabbed her by the wrist and pressed himself against her open palm. "I saw you watching me downstairs," he said crowding her against the sink. "You didn't like me flirting with your friend."

"You can do whatever you want," she mumbled. "Let go of me, Ty." 

Ty considered letting Heather go, but the truth was, he was still stinging from the pounding he'd taken a few weeks ago outside the strip club he worked at. He'd just finished up for the night and was headed for his car when a couple of big sons-of-bitches had jumped out of nowhere and left him on the ground, bloody and bruised. Before they'd left, one of the guys had spat out, "Semper Fi, asshole. Remember that next time you try to screw one of our buddy's wives." 

Now, Ty had screwed a lot of married women on the side, but he also knew that Jake Devlin had been in some branch of the service - wasn't Semper Fi something to do with the Marines? He was certain Jake had put the fuckers up to the beating. The bruises might be fading, but Ty's pride still hurt. He needed to fuck Heather again for his ego's sake, as much as he needed to stick it to Jake one more time.

She tried to move around him again, but he stopped her. 

"Hmmm. Let me see something first," he said. Reaching down, he snaked his free hand beneath the hem of her shorts and inserted two fingers beneath the elastic of her panties. When he pulled them out, they were moist with her juices. Smiling confidently, he wiggled his thick digits back beneath the elastic and slid them once again along her slick folds.

Realizing what was happening, Heather clamped her firm thighs over his hand as she squirmed to get free. "I'll scream," she said, digging the nails of her free hand into Ty's upper arm. "I'll scream, you know I will."

"No you won't," he taunted back, knowing full well she wouldn't. Heather was practically panting against his chest, silently begging for this. He knew she wanted it to seem like she was putting up a fight, that she wanted him to take the decision out of her hands. No way was he playing that game again, although he was more than willing to help her beg for it. He carefully took her hand and placed it back on his hard-on, helping her close her fingers around it through the thick material of his shorts. 

With his other hand, he carefully undid the button and lowered the zip on her shorts. "Do you really want me to stop?"

Her mouth opened, but only a whimper came out. Ty's fingers slid over her pussy, slick with her juices and actually hot to the touch. He felt her resolve caving in as she admitted to herself how much she wanted it. She trembled and her thighs relaxed around his hand. Her fingers began squeezing his cock through his shorts. 

Ty slipped his finger, with ease, further into her wet tunnel.

"I can't do this," she said, her deep, blue eyes pleading with him. Her grip slackened on his thickening cock, and instead she began rubbing her fingers up and down his length, measuring him.

"Please, Ty. We can't. Anyone could come up here," she said, breathless.

Ty worked his fingers inside her, and while his thumb made slow circles around her clit, he leaned in to graze the skin on her neck with his thick lips and tongue.

Turning her to face the sink, he gently nibbled on her ear and whispered, "We can, and we're going to."

Heather was dripping in anticipation as she felt Ty grab the edges of her shorts and tug them down past her hips, taking her panties with them. With the material of her shorts resting at her ankles, she felt Ty rub the head of his dick up and down her wet slit until the head was glazed with their combined juices. She moaned as his cock teased her folds, then bit her lip to keep from making too much noise. She only then realized that she was facing a partially uncovered window that overlooked most of Jessica's party guests downstairs. She prayed that while she could see them, the glare of the afternoon sun would keep anyone from seeing her as Ty placed the head of his thick, black cock at her opening and pushed inside.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Heather groaned. Ty applied more pressure. "Just let me … umpph!"

Her soft squeal faded as he banged his cockhead and a few inches into her. Heather bent over, using her arms to prop herself up on the sink counter as he began fucking her slowly from behind

"I can't believe I'm letting you put it inside me again! Are you wearing a rubber?"

Ty slipped about half of his ten or eleven inches into her and paused. Her mouth was agape as if to scream, but no sound came out. Her swollen cunt spasmed and spurted more lubricant around the cock forging its way inside her. Ty remained motionless, but Heather didn't. She started pushing back into him, slowly allowing her small, white pussy to swallow the length of his big, black shaft.

"Ohhh!" she moaned. "Hurry up, Ty. Someone might come."

"I'm trying to make you cum, baby."

Still, she had a point. He eased back until just the head was still lodged inside her. Then he began a series of long, deep, steady strokes, forcing the air out of her lungs on each penetration. The only sounds in the bathroom were her gasps, skin pounding skin, and the squishing each time he moved his swollen dick in the juices of her femininity. Every once in a while they would hear bits and pieces of someone's conversation below the window and she wondered if anyone could see Ty fucking her if they looked up.




Innocent Sins Ch. 05



After no more than two minutes, Heather was cumming. When her orgasm hit, Ty pressed into her as far as she could accommodate and rotated his hips without pulling out.

"Ah! Oh god, Ty! Ah! Yes!" she moaned, trying to keep quiet.

Ty kept himself deeply planted inside her, barely grinding his pelvis against her ass, until the tremors died down. When she finally lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes glazed from her release and wicked with lust, he began a series of short jabs, in and out, in and out, stirring her up again to a point where she was whimpering again. After sharing an over-the-shoulder tongue-tangling kiss with him, her head dipped forward into the empty sink. Her long, dark hair was tousled and obscured her face. Licking his lips, Ty reached under her loose shirt and discovered that she hadn't worn a bra. Her nipples were pebbled and pressed against his fingers as he began fondling her breasts while his cock pumped in and out of her snapping pussy.

"Please Ty," she managed to get out between thrusts. "Please, don't cum in me."

He kept pumping, faster and longer now. "Ooohhh yesssss," she hissed through gritted teeth.

Ty felt the pressure building in his balls and really started pounding her from behind. "No! You might get me pregnant," she pleaded as he pushed her closer to orgasm too.

The idea of knocking Heather up was suddenly very appealing in light of his recent beating, but at the same time, Ty knew she'd never forgive him if he busted his nut inside her now. He smiled to himself and pounded her several more times before he eased his dick back out of her dripping snatch. 

He sandwiched himself between her ass cheeks, gliding back and forth slowly. "Mmmm, no," she mumbled, shaking her head slightly, realizing his intent, but still too drugged with the after effects of her orgasm to put up much of a protest.

Ty couldn't help himself. Carefully he found her puckered anus and began pushing his swollen cock inside. Heather was dry there, but his cock was coated in a thick mixture of her juices and his pre-cum, which eased his entry with little pain. "I have to, baby," he told her, biting his lip as her tight passage swallowed him. "Oh, fuck!"

Heather whimpered but pushed back into him, helping him sink most of his meat inside her. His mouth open, panting almost, Ty began fucking her in the ass while half of her co-workers mingled just below them. With a triumphant groan, he pounded her hard then released his seed deep inside her bowels. Heather was clinging to the counter, her ass raised to his groin when he pulled his softening cock out of her with a pop.

"Damn, baby, that was hot," he told her, leaning over to lick and whisper into her ear as he fondled her breasts lewdly from behind. "Come home with me so we can make it even hotter."

Still breathing hard, Heather began to realize just what she had let happen...again. As much as she had enjoyed it, she couldn't help but feel empty inside, unlike how she felt whenever she had made love to Jake. Sure, it might be tempting to go home with Ty and loose herself in the moment, but eventually those moments would end, and she would still feel just as empty. She didn't feel loved after each encounter with Ty. She felt like a whore, even now that she was no longer married and was technically free to sleep with whomever she wanted. She supposed the problem was, in her heart, she still felt like she was being unfaithful to the only man she had ever loved. 

Pushing herself up, she pulled Ty's hands away from her breasts and reached down for her shorts. Dragging them up her hips, nevermind the cum now running down her thigh, she turned and said, "I'm sorry, Ty. It was nice, but...I'm sorry."

"Fuck, baby, what's wrong?" He reached out to caress her bare arm. "I thought you were enjoying it."

"I was...at least, I did at first," she admitted awkwardly. "The truth is, Ty, I was using you to prove a point to myself. I'm sorry."

"You're not making any sense."

"Now that I'm divorced, I wondered if I would feel different about you and me if we slept together again, but I don't," she told him, wiping at a tear that escaped her control. "I still feel cheap and dirty and I want to kill myself for doing this to myself and most of all to Jake. That's why I don't want to go home with you. That's why I want you to please leave me alone."

Ty let out a string of swear words that probably would have made her blush if she weren't so eaten up with guilt. When he finally threw up his hands and told her he hoped she had a nice life, she felt nothing but relief that he seemed to finally be letting her go. A few days later, she received a package in the mail. It was the tapes Ty had promised to send her so she could destroy them. A brief note attached wished her the best and apologised for ruining her life. She almost had to laugh at that.

Several things happened that convinced Heather that perhaps fate was trying to intervene and connect her back with Jake, whom she still had not heard from. First, his mother called her to express her grief over the breakup of their marriage, saying, "Jake had mentioned that you were seperated, but he wouldn't tell us why. He just asked us to stay out of it, so we tried not to get involved. A few days ago, he called and told us that you were already divorced and he had moved to Las Vegas! Heather, what is going on?"

Surprised that Jake hadn't shared the specifics with his family, whom he was very close to, Heather hadn't been able to bring herself to tell the woman who was like a second mother to her the truth. Jake's family made it clear she was still a part of the family as far as they were concerned, and she was always welcome to visit them anytime she wanted. For days, Heather puzzled over why Jake hadn't revealed the truth to his relatives until she convinced herself it was because he knew how much his family had meant to Heather. Her sister was her only living relative, and his family had taken her in and welcomed her like one of their own. She had really come to rely on their support, and it was just like Jake to be considerate enough to let her keep it. Should she put too much hope on this development? she wondered.

Then, one day during her lunch break, Heather literally bumped into one of Jake's old co-workers and friend, who then invited her to share his table. Alex was married and a very nice guy who seemed genuinely concerned that Heather was still having a hard time over the divorce. While he was questioning her about how she was getting along, Heather slipped in a few questions of her own and discovered that Jake had started his own computer security business in Vegas and was doing quite well for himself already. In fact, Alex talked to him frequently as Jake was trying to convince him to relocate and join his business. Heather could not resist and asked, "Does he ever ask about me when you speak to him?" 

"No," Alex admitted after some hesitation. "In fact, the one time I brought your name up, he told me never to mention you again. I'm sorry."

Heather nodded, expecting as much. 

After that, it seemed as if she and Alex had a standing lunch date every Tuesday. There was nothing illicit about their meetings. Heather somewhat shamefully was using Alex to learn as much about Jake as she could. And while Alex had said Jake did not inquire about her, she suspected that Alex was keeping tabs on her for Jake's sake as well. When Alex offhandedly asked Heather if she were pregnant, she figured that had to be the case. 

"Did Jake ask you to find out?" she shot back somewhat hopefully.

Alex seemed sort of embarassed as he admitted, "Before he left town, he did tell me about your, er...well, your affair and that there was a possibility that you could be pregnant from it. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business."

"You can tell Jake that no, I'm not," she said. 

Alex seemed as relieved to hear that as she had been. "I'll, um, be sure to tell him if he asks."

Heather leaned across the table and shot the younger man a frank look. 

"Be honest. Did you run into me that first day on accident, or did Jake ask you to keep tabs on me?" It would be just like Jake to find a way to watch out for her. And if he had gone to such lengths, it must mean he still cared about her, she reasoned.

At least until Alex said, "What difference does it make, Heather? Do you really want to tear yourself up thinking there might be a chance for you and Jake to work things out? Trust me when I tell you that the Jake I know today is not the Jake we both used to know and love. In fact, he's turned into a right bastard. Do yourself a favor and forget about him and move on with your life."

Surprised at the vehemence in his tone, Heather drew back, a little shocked. Alex had always hero-worshipped Jake something fierce. What could have happened to turn him against Jake like this?

She half wondered if Alex would show up the following week, but after running a few minuites late, he appeared at their usual table, looking weary and cautious.

"I almost didn't come," he admitted with a sigh. "You were right when you guessed that Jake had me keeping tabs on you. He only wanted to know if you were pregnant, and if so, if the kid was his. When it turned out you weren't, there was no more reason for me to keep meeting with you other than the fact that I've come to think of you as a friend."

"What did you mean when you called Jake a bastard? What could he have done to make you feel that way, Alex?"

He hesitated so long, she feared he wouldn't answer until he finally explained, "When Jake first offered me a position, he flew me out to Vegas to see his operation. I was there a week, and I just couldn't believe how much Jake had changed. He doesn't even look like himself anymore. And he's living a lifestyle I can't say I approve of. Let's leave it at that, shall we?"

"What kind of lifestyle?" she asked, truthfully fearing for Jake's well being. 

"Heather, I'm trying to spare you a lot of pain here."

"Please just tell me."

Sighing, he said, "Parties every night. Drinking. Gambling. You name it."

Remembering the tape Jake had sent her the day their divorce was final, Heather felt a sharp ache in her chest as she asked, "What about...I mean, is he involved with anyone?"

"He appeared to be living with a woman, yes," Alex admitted. "Heather, Jake is on a self-destructive path. I can understand him being angry and upset about what happened, but you don't deserve the blame for what's happening to him now. He's doing this to himself. All we can do is pray for him now."

Heather worried over this bit of news. Over the next few days, she couldn't concentrate at work. She couldn't sleep. Each night, she found herself pulling out her wedding album and crying over their wedding pictures until she came to a decision about what must be done. She was miserable. Utterly miserable. And from the sounds of it, Jake wasn't doing much better. As strong as their love had once been, she found it impossible to believe that, given time, Jake wouldn't want to at least talk about things, see if there was a chance of a reconciliation. 

Even knowing Jake was living with another woman now, Alex had opened up a Pandora's box by telling Heather Jake was on a self-destructive path. She might have been hurt enough to stay away from him without hearing that. Telling a woman that the man she loved, or had once loved, was in trouble was like dangling a carrot in front of a horse. 

Tomorrow she would call Alex and find out exactly where Jake was. With that in mind, she searched for her suitcases and began to pack.



Innocent Sins Ch. 06



She wore white.

It was the color that first drew Jake's eye. She stood out like a white flower amongst a crush of black orchids. Women in this trendy nightclub seemed to always wear black, sometimes red, but always dressed to the hilt in exotic jewelry and dosed with gagging perfume. It was like a uniform that said, "I fit in. I belong to this fast, hip crowd."

Of course, Jake wore black too - a silk shirt, designer pants, Italian shoes. These days he enjoyed the illusion of fitting in, even knowing he never again would. The sense of apartness never left him, no matter how high he climbed on the ladders he'd chosen since leaving Illinois. His word was respected, possibly feared. People sought out his company. But that didn't make him belong. It only meant he had money. Lots of it.

The woman in white intrigued him. She obviously didn't mind standing out, or else didn't know better. She carried herself like a model, tall, slim, shoulders straight to maximize the striking curve of her figure. Her long, black hair was sleek and sexy, dropping well past her bare shoulders. Oh yes, Jake's sexual interest was aroused just by looking at her, he couldn't deny that, even as he felt the bile of remembered anger rise in his throat as he watched her approach, obviously seeking him out.

It had been more than six months since he'd seen his wife - correction, his ex-wife - but she was as sexy as ever, maybe even moreso. He wondered what the slut was doing here now and how she'd known where to look in the first place.

He was sitting in a booth, Jennifer at his side drinking up the attention of their circle of fast and flashy friends. Jennifer looked as sexy as she had the day he first met her, her long, blonde hair tousled around her shoulders, the dress she was wearing revealing more than it covered. She never denied Jake anything, and that's why he kept her around. That, he supposed, as well as a nagging sense of guilt for using her to get even with Heather before he'd left his old town and his failed marriage behind. Jenny had found the idea of leaving town with him exciting, and he'd been unable to kill the light of happiness in her eyes as she'd pleaded with him to come along. Now they were living together, something he could have never imagined six months ago. He suspected Jenny might care for him more than he'd originally hoped she would, considering he was unable to return the feelings. He'd always told her that he wasn't looking for another relationship, and she had always insisted she only wanted a sexual relationship. Even so, he'd been dropping subtle hints lately that it might be coming time for them to part ways. Perhaps that's why she had been flirting with every Tom, Dick and Harry to show her an ounce of interest tonight. He supposed she was trying to make him jealous, but it wasn't working. He couldn't help but hope some dashing hunk would whisk her away from him.

Heather hesitated when she saw and recognized the woman at his side, and his eyes met hers as she struggled with her own remembered pain and jealousy over the video he'd given her. He saw her steel her shoulders and step forward anyway, and when she was close enough to speak, she simply paused then took the empty seat to his left.

"Hello, Jake."

"Heather." Her eyes pleaded for more of a greeting, but what did she expect? he wondered. For him to grab her and declare how happy he was to see her? No fucking way.

Beside him, he felt Jenny shift to see who the newcomer to their group was, and when he glanced at her, he saw instantly by the shock and anger on her face that she did indeed recognize who Heather was. She'd found pictures of his ex-wife in the stuff he'd packed when they'd left Illinois.

"Another drink, Jake?" she asked, ignoring Heather's presence completely.

"Why not? Thank you," he said, dismissing her easily. He knew she'd been requesting that he be the one to get her another drink, but what could he say? She'd walked right into that one.

Jenny shot Heather a dirty look before excusing herself to go to the bar. Jake let his gaze linger on Heather's breasts, pressing tight against the silky material of her dress. She appeared to have lost some weight, but she obviously hadn't been wasting away since he'd been gone. He couldn't decide if that made him angry or glad. He only knew one thing. He still only had to look at her to get hard.

Curious, he thought. He'd wondered how he'd feel when and if he ever saw Heather again. Maybe the passage of time had helped, because he didn't feel as violently angry as he had when he'd first found her cheating on him. The anger was still there of course, but also a sense of sadness and, if he were completely honest with himself, a sense of longing too. He smiled remembering how bitterness had driven him to pick up Jennifer and make that video to get a measure of revenge. He'd felt damn guilty afterwards though. And for weeks, he'd gone into Heather's email account to see if she and Ty were still at it. He hadn't found any emails indictating that they were, but one night when he'd been drinking pretty heavy, some perverse logic mingled with the immaturity brought on from alcohol had urged him to send Ty a dirty email posing as Heather. What sense had that made? Not much, he reflected now. He supposed he'd thought it would piss off Ty when he found out Heather hadn't really sent it, and it would aggravate Heather trying to figure out who had. He had already left town by that point, but he'd had his spies in place to tell him how Heather reacted - whether she hooked up with Ty again or told him to fuck off.

He figured one of those same spies had spilled the beans on him, telling Heather where he was. But that didn't explain why she was here...or why he was secretly so damn happy to see her again.

Heather felt heat flood through her face as Jake perused her. She'd dressed to attract his attention, and apparently it had worked a little too well. His eyes locked onto hers, hard and compelling, sizzling with sexual signals. She could sense the dangerous, ruthless edge to him, the steely will of a survivor. It completely unnerved her. That and the way he even looked different from the man she had loved for so long. Maybe it was the lighting in this bawdy nightclub, but even Jake's hair seemed to be a darker shade, almost as black as her own. It used to be a soft, sandy brown, but now it matched his dark clothes. It matched his dark gaze as he surveyed her.

"Not turning coward on me, are you?" he suddenly asked.

"What?"

"You came over here. I assume you wanted to say something."

"I..." she swallowed and braced herself for a fight, not convinced that his calm, cool manner was real. "I came all the way from home to talk to you. I want to talk."

"So talk." He wasn't going to make this easy on her.

She started to say something, but the noise of the club drowned her out. Finally, she pleaded, "Please, Jake, can we go somewhere private?"

A spark of something dangerous lit up his eyes and his smile as he considered her for several seconds. With a brief nod, he reached inside his jacket and placed two one hundred dollar bills on the table, then leaned over to ask another man to see that Jennifer- was that the other woman's name?- made it home safely.

Heather's right hand was suddenly grasped and lifted as he led her behind him through the club. Outside the valet quickly retrieved a silver Porsche, a sexy sleek sports model that looked capable of devouring whatever road its owner chose to take. 

"Get in," Jake told her, and she did so without giving any thought to where he planned to take her. Once inside the car, she looked at him, thirsty for the sight of his beloved features. He caught her staring and with a soft growl reached for her. His mouth covered hers, invading it with shocking swiftness, no pause for persuasion or seduction. His tongue embroiled hers in an erotic tangle, inciting a fiercely primitive response. There was nothing loving about this kiss, but Heather didn't care. She clawed her fingers up his shirt and into the thickness of his hair, pulling him deeper against her. Finally, he pulled back and started the car.

"Buckle your seatbelt," he told her in a harsh voice which did nothing to dampen the hope Heather felt rising in her chest. Jake obviously still wanted her. Even so, she could tell she was going to have a fight on her hands getting him to admit he still loved her.

"You're right," she agreed, doing as he said. "I think this is going to be a bumpy ride."

He arrived at a sleek, well-lit condiminum that left Heather momentarily bedazzled. Did Jake really have so much money now? The thought made her happy for him. He led her to an elevator that took them to the top floor. Moving inside ahead of her, he walked over to a bar in the corner, poured himself a drink and downed it in one gulp while she used the opportunity to survey her surroundings. There was absolutely no personality in his decor, which struck her as odd. Jake had helped her decorate their old home, and she knew he had good taste. The sleek navy and red furniture in this place struck her as a bit...cold. There weren't even any photos of his family anywhere. Totally unlike the man she had known and loved.

"Take off your dress."

The casual command stole Heather's breath and made her realize Jake had no plans to waste time talking. He leaned indolently against the wall beside the bar, assessing her with hot, lustful eyes. He wanted her submission, but Heather prefered to meet him as an equal.

"You take off your shirt first," she challenged. A quirky little smile gave his mouth a sensual curve as he pushed away from the wall and shrugged out of the garment.

"Maybe I should take off my pants too," he countered, and she agreed, "Yes, I think you'd better."

His shirt dropped to the floor, slowly revealing a smooth, tanned chest to her gaze, and he began working at the button on his pants. "You're falling behind," he pointed out, aiming a sizzling look at her own chest.

Heather slid the strap of her purse off one shoulder and let it fall. She half smiled, thinking of the sexy lingerie she was wearing that had been a gift from her sister before this trip. Cassie had suggested that, if all else failed, Heather seduce the hell out of Jake to get him to listen to her. Heather wasn't certain how she and Jake had ended up in this situation with barely three sentences spoken since her arrival, but she was too selfish to deny herself the pleasue of being with him again. She wanted Jake any way she could get him. The past didn't seem to matter right now.

Reaching behind her, she drew down the zip on her dress and let the material slide to her feet. She slipped out of her dress and defiantly tossed it on top of his shirt. Jake had paused to watch her. Now he was the one who'd fallen behind, she thought with a smile.

"Very saucy," he commented, his gaze taking in the provocative swirl of white lace designed to highlight her nipples. The matching panties barely covered her neatly trimmed pussy. Jake's skin gleamed like polished bronze over tightly packed muscle. He was still in great shape, and the thought of touching him, running her fingers over his magnificant chest, was so tempting she stepped toward him without thinking.

He sucked in a deep breath, her fingers digging into the waistband of his pants, her mouth homing in on his nipples as she ripped the stud apart and tore his zipper down. The art of surprise wasn't all his, she thought savagely, feeling his stomach contract, his chest expand. Damn, she had missed him so much!

She tugged and licked at the relatively small protrusions of flesh, exulting in his hardening to the stimulation. She pushed his pants and underwear down his loins, extracted the taut, hefty length of his manhood, weighing it carefully in her hand as she drew back to look at it, a mad boldnees seizing her mind.She'd rarely been the aggressive one in their lovemaking, and never like this.

"Do I measure up?" he asked half joking, but she sensed the sincerity behind his false bravado. She had never had a problem with Jake's equipment; in fact, he wasn't that much smaller than Ty, and for nine years, it had been all she had known. She wanted it back. This cock was the only one she ever hoped to experience again.

"Oh, Jake, you're perfect," she told him, rubbing her thumb over his moist tip, stroking her fingers along its full length. She started to sink to her knees and take him in her mouth, but he stopped her, pushing her away.

"Wouldn't you like a tour of my new home?" Jake asked, needing to put the brakes on before he lost control of the situation. He was the one supposed to be using her here, not the other way around. With a look of dismissal, he nodded toward the large picture window. "Why don't you take at look at the view."

"View?" She followed his gaze toward the window and then looked at him quizzically. "OK," she finally said, eager to please him, finding the cords that operated the slats and yanking them to sweep the blind to the other side of the window. A stunning panorama of the Vegas skyline gleamed at her, the huge neon architecture glittering like a beacon in the night.

The realization hit her that she was standing in what had to he a million-dollar apartment. She heard the thud of shoes landing on the carpet behind her, the swoosh of clothes being discarded, the soft pad of footsteps, the crackle of paper being torn. Paper? No, a condom packet, she realized. She was probably certifiably insane not to talk things out with Jake first, but normal rules didn't apply to this night. There was a fever in her blood that demanded a sense of completion, come what may.

Her skin prickled with anticipation. She didn't want to do anything to scare him off, so she adopted a relaxed stance and waited for his next move. She felt his presence behind her, felt fingertips grazing over the backs of her knees.

Next, she felt the suspenders of her garter belt being unclipped. Back and front, fingers trailing up the lacy leg edge of her panties. The belt removed and tossed away. A nail-thin caress up the curve of her spine. Bra unfastened, thumbs hooking under the shoulder straps, drawing them down her arms, letting them fall. A soft, silky rolling down of her stockings, ankles and feet tantalisingly caressed. It was the most erotic undressing Heather had ever experienced from her husband. 

She could feel his breath on her neck as he rose up behind her, sense his heat even before he positioned his body against hers, the hard roll of his erection sliding up toward the pit of her back, his arms encircling her waist, his hands pushing up over her nipples and giving them a teasing, rotating motion that had every muscle in her body clenching up. "Jake," she breathed, trembling as he caressed her body. "Please..."

"Please what?" he whispered, nibbling at her ear. "Please fuck you now?"

She shook her head no, thinking, "no make love to me," then moaned when his fingers cruelly pinched and pulled her nipples hard. One hand slid down her stomach and burrowed between her thighs. With an expertise that was shocking, he parted her slick, hidden cleft and began a stroking that aroused almost unbearably exciting sensations.

"No? You don't want me to fuck you?" he asked casually, then removed his hands and said, "All right. Can I get you something to drink then?"

When she realized he was moving away, leaving her hot and panting, she fought through the haze of desire and confusion to reach back and grab his solid thigh, stilling his retreat. "I want..." she swallowed, then admitted, "I want you to fuck me."

She felt him sliding a hand around her hip, over her stomach. He bent, his arm pulling her to him, a knee parting her thighs, a swift, smooth guidance and he was inside her, plunging hard and fast. Heather cried out and reached down with one arm to clutch at the arm holding her up, braced herself with her other hand against the wall as she felt his cock - big, strong, pulsing with power - invade her yearning pussy where it belonged.

"Oh Jake..." she moaned, tossing her head back against his shoulder as he continued to slide in and out of her with long, steady strokes. He buried himself as deeply inside of her as he could, then asked, unaffected, "What do you imagine I feel right now, Heather?"

She didn't want to think, just feel, but she tried to draw on her knowledge of her husband and answered, "I d-don't know. L-love?"

He buried himself as deeply as he could in her and paused. "Disgust," he told her. "Disgust knowing you would react to any man this way. You would spread your legs for any man these days, wouldn't you, my sweet slut of an ex-wife. Tell me - did you like fucking Ty because he was black or was there another reason? Was he the first, or had you fucked around before?"

"No," she begged. "Don't say that. Please..."

"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it," he told her in a harsh voice. He rammed home his full length to prove a point, then made a slow withdrawal as he continued, "I saw the tapes, remember?" He pushed inside her again, in and out, in and out, then paused and asked, "Why aren't you still with your lover, Heather? Why did you come here to fuck up my life again? What can I give you that he can't, hmm?"

She opened her mouth to answer that she still loved him, but all that came out was a wild cry as her first orgasm broke over her, forcing her muscles to clench the cock inside her even as she rocked back and forth in his arms. 

He held still, his control iron-tight after months of sexual conditioning. He'd fucked Jenny every way imaginable, all in an effort to learn as much about technique as possible. He was now a better lover than a seasoned porn star; he could last for hours, denying himself satisfaction while he prolonged his partner's. It was easy if you hardened your heart and felt nothing.

Of course, he had no intention of satisfying his ex-wife to such an extreme. He wanted her to feel used, dirty, all the better if he exorcised a few of his own private demons at the same time, and then he wanted her to get the hell out of his life once and for all. He didn't like how she made him feel, what she reminded him of.

When she stopped trembling with orgasmic bliss, he started pounding her hard again. He considered pulling out and pushing into that sweet, tight ass of hers, but he'd be damned if he'd follow that black bastard there. Heather slowly lifted her hand and slid it behind his neck, urging him down to her for a kiss. He refused to fake intimacy by kissing her while he fucked her. Refusing the gesture, he began pawing at her breasts as he hammered her from behind. She'd had her pleasure. Now he would take his. Seconds later he let himself go, pouring his seed into the condom wrapped around his cock. Coming down from the temporary high, he slowly pulled out and away from her, not bothering to support her when she nearly collapsed without his arms to hold her up.

For a long time, he leaned against her, panting, trying to gather his thoughts. Finally, he told her, "Thanks, sweetheart. Now get dressed and get out. I'm done with you."

Jake didn't bother to watch Heather get dressed. Discarding the used condom and putting his pants back on, he then walked over to the bar and poured himself another drink. It briefly occurred to him that he was getting drunk again, drinking so much, but he rarely touched the stuff these days, so he figured he was allowed an occassional slip. Control had become his most prized characteristic, and he hated giving it up for anyone or anything. Tonight was proving the rare exception. Too late he realized that Heather hadn't moved from the spot he'd left her in, on her knees in front of the window. The sight of her would have made an erotic painting, her on her knees, naked against the backdrop of Las Vegas, if only it hadn't been for the tears streaming down her face. Finally, she wiped at her cheeks, reached for her clothes scattered around her and started to pull them on.




Innocent Sins Ch. 06



"I came here to talk, and I'm not leaving until you hear me out," she told him with a strength that was at odds with her tears. 

"Talk is cheap," he shot back. "Actions speak louder than words, and your actions a minute ago told me all I wanted to know."

He fleetingly felt an ounce of remorse for treating her as he had, but it was chased by the thought that he'd love to keep her here and repeat the experience over and over until she was out of his system once and for all. Not a wife anymore, but his own personal slut. What a thought.

Just then the sound of someone opening the door to his condo snapped him out of the wicked train of thought. Jenny walked into the room saying, "Jake, honey, you shouldn't have left me at that nightclub. I...what the hell is going on here?" she demanded when she saw Heather struggling to finish dressing, then saw that Jake was half undressed as well. She turned a look of pure hatred in his direction. "You bastard!"

He swallowed hard and could only lift his drink to his lips for courage. He really hadn't wanted to hurt Jenny, and he felt sorry that she had to walk in on them like this. Damn, he knew what it felt like. At the same time, he was relieved he wouldn't have to break things off on his own. When she continued staring at him, wanting some sort of explanation or apology, all he could do was shrug and say, "What took you so long, baby?"

Without another word, Jenny whirled and stormed out of his home and his life, probably forever. Thank God.

When he looked at Heather, she was watching him as if he were a complete stranger and his actions horrified her. She was dressed now and still standing in front of the window. She walked over and sat down on the sofa, wiping away her tears.

In addition to her feelings of jealousy over Jake's relationship with Jenny - the woman from the video, no less - Heather was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that this cold-hearted man was the same man she had loved most of her life. She knew she was to blame for the way he had become, and she made up her mind to do whatever it took to bring back the old Jake. The Jake who would have never made love to her and then dismissed her as quick as that; the Jake who would have never shrugged off the feelings of the other woman so nonchalantly.

Clearing her throat, she began, "You asked why I wasn't with Ty. I don't want to be with him."

"Hmmm. What, did he kick you out already? That figures." With a drink in his hand, he walked over to an adjoining chair and sat down, apparently now willing to listen to whatever she wanted to say. 

"No," she corrected him carefully. "Ty hasn't stopped pursuing me since...since before the divorce, but I've made it clear that I want nothing to do with him."

"Too bad you couldn't have done that to begin with," he stated frankly.

"I'm sorry, Jake," she said in a pleading tone. "I didn't mean for it to happen. I didn't want it to happen. Ty drugged me those first couple of times, and after that, he threatened to tell you if I didn't cooperate."

"How cliche. Though there is something I've been wondering," he commented casually. "What did you plan to do when I got home? I mean, you probably would have kept sleeping with both of us if you hadn't been caught, right? Isn't that the way it usually works."

"No, Jake, I swear," she told him, but the truth was she didn't know what she would have done. She had once condemned spouses who cheated on their partner with the old adage, what they don't know won't hurt them. Now she understood all too well what a temptation it could be to do so. However, she seriously doubted she could have ever looked into her beloved husband's eyes each night while keeping a secret affair going on the side. She suddenly remembered how a close friend of hers had discovered her husband was having an affair. She'd said she should have known because his personality had been different...he'd been alternately irritable and then affectionate for no reason. Heather thought she understood why now. It would have torn her heart out, made her crazy, having an ongoing affair. The strain would have proven too much, and she would have eventually confessed everything. At least, that's what she'd like to think. In a way, she was glad it had never come to that.

"Doesn't matter anymore," he said, and his voice was slightly slurred. "We can't go back, no matter how much we might wish we could."

"No, Jake, we can't, but we can go forward," she said, sliding closer to reach for his hand. "You can give me a chance to make it up to you. We can start over. Please?"

He pulled his hand away but seemed to be considering the idea. Finally he said, "What would you be willing to do?"

"Anything," she replied eagerly, certain he was going to accept the offer. She would soon have the old Jake back!

He tossed back the last of the whiskey in his glass and smiled at her, but it wasn't a familiar smile. It was cold, calculating. "Tell you what," he finally said. "I hate sleeping alone, and as fate would have it, there seems to be an opening for a new slut in my life. I'm willing to consider you for the position, given certain conditions."

Heather felt her heart drop to her feet, hearing the word slut instead of wife or even lover, but the truth was she loved Jake and would do anything to get him back. Maybe this was some sort of test, she realized. Maybe he needed to know how far she would go to get him back.

"I don't even need to hear the conditions to accept. I'll do anything. Just tell me what you want, Jake."

"First of all, if you want to live with me, you have to go see a doctor and prove that you haven't picked up some STD," he told her coldly. "Even so, I always use a condom, so don't even think about faking 'an accident' to trap me back into marriage. Still listening?"

Shocked at the way he was talking to her, Heather could only nod.

"Second, you have to be available when I want, wherever I want, do whatever I want, no questions asked. I expect you to dress the part of a slut at all times. I, of course, will buy all of your clothes. And of course I would expect you to give up other men. I value my health too much to sleep with someone who fucks around."

"There are no other men to give up," she said in a firm voice. "Is that all?"

"A few more things," he said, as if he'd just thought of them. "I don't want you to ever mention to anyone that we were ever married. And if you ever tell me again that you love me, I'll show you the door in a heartbeat. Got that?"

She nodded, shocked by the conditions he'd listed.

"Of course, otherwise, if and when you decide to leave, that would be your choice," he told her. "So, if you want the position, it's yours. Now I'm going to bed. If you're gone when I wake up, fine. Have a nice life. But if you decide to stay, Jenny always gave me a blowjob first thing in the morning. I've gotten kind of used to it, if you don't mind."

He left Heather sitting on the couch, looking dumbfounded and stunned. Good. He figured she would hightail it out of here as soon as he hit the sack. No woman with an ounce of self respect would agree to his terms, and Heather had a lot of pride. 

Heather, meanwhile, was going over the conditions in her mind, coming to terms with them. She didn't want to live with Jake as some sort of dirty mistress, but she needed to be with him as much as she needed to breathe. How could she pass up an opportunity to get back into his life? Besides, if she proved her love over and over again, eventually it would sink in, and the old Jake would feel safe enough to come back out and love her in return. The hardest part would be not telling him how much she still loved him, but she was pretty sure she could hold her tongue....for a while, anyway. Vegas was a big city. She could find work here easily, she'd bet. All she would have to do was move her things out west, quit her job. It wouldn't be easy, but she would do it.

Jake was still in the shower when he realized someone else was in the room with him. Through the glass he could see the shape of a dark-haired woman as she peeled herself out of her clothes. Then the door of the shower slid open, and Heather gracefully stepped beneath the spray with him. "If you don't mind, I'd like to start my own traditions," she said a bit tartly, obviously jealous of Jenny's lingering presence. Jake then felt her hand sliding down his stomach and caressing his cock. "Besides, I don't want to wait until morning to do this."

Sliding to her knees in front of him, Heather took him into her mouth, and any jealousy Jake had been feeling, remembering the tape of Heather fucking Ty in his shower, suddenly fled his mind. 

He supposed it was enough to know she was here, with him, and she didn't appear to be going anywhere soon.



Innocent Sins Ch. 07



"Mmmm," Heather murmured sleepily, snuggling deeper beneath the sheets. A smile curved her mouth as she slowly came awake to memories of the wild loving Jake had given her last night. She had been living with him for a few months now aside from the one week it had taken her to travel home, get things packed and in order, and to fly back to him. She had hurried the process with her sister's help out of fear that Jake would change his mind and not want her when she got back. But he hadn't changed his mind.

Jake had arranged for her to have a position within his new company - "So you can be accessible to me at all times," he'd said, and she'd been more than happy with the solution. She'd have agreed with anything he told her, just to get back in his good graces. And although their relationship now barely resembled the loving marriage she'd once coveted, Heather had no serious complaints other than she wished Jake would tell her he loved her again.

Stretching luxuriously beneath the covers, she marveled at all of the wild, exciting ways she and Jake had now made love, then felt her smile turn into a frustrated grimace. Well, to be truthful, she supposed "had sex" was a more appropriate term. The first day she'd been in Vegas with him, he'd taken her out to buy a new wardrobe of outrageously sexy clothes. He'd then fucked her, rough and hard, against the wall of a dressing room after shamelessly bribing the saleswoman to let him escort Heather back to try on clothes. Afterwards, he'd carried her to dinner at a posh restaurant and spent most of the meal with his hand between her legs, thanks to her shorter-than-decent new dress, bringing her to one orgasm after another as business went on as usual around them.  

Since she'd been in this town, Jake had made love to her in the elevator of a major casino, on the rooftop of his friend's penthouse with both of them as naked as jay-birds, on the balcony outside his bedroom, in the alley behind a busy nightclub, and in the bathroom while at a party at one of his clients' homes. He often visited her in her office, locked the door and had his wicked way with her across her desk as well. Many times he dropped in just for a quick blowjob, not even bothering to get her off. Every one in the office had gotten used to their frequent trysts and knew full well that she was Jake's slut. He'd made sure of that. A few of the more braver souls in the office and in Jake's circle of friends had dared to ask her out, thinking she was an easy lay, but she had firmly set them straight that she was Jake's and Jake's alone. And each night he brought her to the condo and repeated the experiences in the privacy of his home. All in all, he'd persuaded her into positions she'd never known were possible and given her more orgasms than she'd ever imagined she was capable of. Still, she couldn't help but long for the lazy, tender loving they had often indulged in in the past. She'd discovered a little bit of wild sex was exciting every now and then but she didn't feel very loved afterward.

She stretched her arm, searching for him beside her, but of course he wasn't there. He never was. It was as if he made a point of leaving her alone in the bed before she woke each morning. She had never realized what a treasure it was to wake up in his arms until he no longer allowed it.

Sliding out of bed, stark naked - Jake refused to let her wear clothes when she slept - she padded sleepily into the bathroom, wondering now if she was making any headway with Jake at all. She had hoped by now that he would have returned to his old self. Instead, he still had the power to shock her with the ruthless decisions he made in his business dealings. He often called her filthy names like slut, bitch, and whore while in the heat of passion. On the few occassions she'd made him mad about something, he'd taunted her about her affair with Ty, making her feel worse than pond scum. But she never dared ask him to stop any of it because she didn't want to risk their newfound relationship. And for the most part, he treated her well enough, just with an indifference that was nothing like the Jake Devlin she'd married. Even his family had noticed the change in him.

She remembered the long conversation she'd had with his sister the other day. Danielle had called to speak to Jake and been surprised then overjoyed to catch Heather on the other end instead. She'd assumed Heather and Jake were back together and told Heather how glad she was to hear it. "Mom has been distraught because Jake hardly calls any of us anymore, and when he does, he's very brief and distant. He just hasn't been the same since the two of you started having problems. Funny, though. Jake didn't tell us you'd moved to Vegas with him," she'd said. "I thought the divorce had gone through months ago." It had been an uncomfortable moment, one Heather had let pass without correcting her ex-sister with details.

Probably the most uncomfortable Heather had been since staying here had been when Jenny, Jake's "girlfriend" since the divorce, had showed up to collect her things. Jake had cruelly demanded that Heather help the other woman pack while he left to go golf with some clients. Heather had reluctantly done so, feeling hurt and jealous as she helped the woman pack some intimate lingerie that Jenny then bragged about wearing exclusively for Jake. 

The other woman had been amazingly calm during the task, chatting casually to Heather as they worked together. She'd even warned Heather, "Jake is probably the best lover I've ever had. I don't know how he was when you were together, but I think he's been out to prove something in that department, if you know what I mean. Lucky me reaped all the benefits, so I suppose I should be thanking you," she added with a smile. "Yeah, I'll miss him for that, but honestly, he's not the same guy he was when we first met. By the way, did he tell you how we met?" 

When Heather had shook her head, Jenny told the story of how she'd found Jake in a bar one night, and since he was the hottest guy in the room, she'd decided to see if she could pick him up. He hadn't been the least bit interested, so the brazen blonde had turned up the heat by hopping up on the bar - Coyote Ugly-style - and dancing provocatively to arouse his interest.

"Next thing I know, I'm being pulled down off the bar by these two rough-looking guys who started to drag me outside to their car," she explained. "I might have been a little drunk, but it was Jake I was trying to tease. I made it clear I didn't want to go with those thugs. Next thing I know, Jake is right there, rescuing me from the bad guys. He made it look easy to take down those two; I couldn't believe it. Then he bundled me in his jacket and drove me home. Didn't lay a hand on me."

Despite herself, Heather found herself asking, "If he didn't lay a hand on you, how did you...?"

"He left his wallet in his coat, and I was still wearing his coat when he dropped me off at my place," Heather explained with a sly smile. "When he came by for it the next day, I invited him in, and we talked for hours. We hit it off. I liked Jake, and I could tell he was hurting. I told him he should give you a taste of your own medicine and start sleeping around, but he said he wouldn't do that while you two were still married. I told him to give me a call when the papers made it official. A few days later, he gives me a call and asks me out. The rest you know."

She also told Heather that she'd sensed Jake was about to dump her, so she'd been sneaking around his back with another guy. "So you see, I'm really no better than you," she'd pointed out sadly, then added that she was moving in with her new beau, so on the off chance that Jake asked, he didn't need to worry how she was getting along.

As Heather soaked herself under the shower now she told herself that the old Jake was still around somewhere. Take, for instance, his relationship with Jenny. Most men would have used the other woman, then dumped her. Jake had not only let her live with him, but from what Jenny had implied, Jake had never looked twice at another woman while they'd been together. Heather felt assured of the same now. If Jake had really turned into a bastard, he would have been sleeping with every good-looking woman who looked twice at him - and to Heather's dismay, she had seen a lot of women doing just that. Not to mention he would have flaunted the fact in Heather's face every chance he got. But somewhere deep inside he obviously still held firm to his values of monogamy. She was so grateful for that. The mere thought of Jake sleeping with any other woman crawled under her skin and festered with anger and jealousy.

Heather had been put on the sidelines, so to speak, a few times thanks to her period, and while she'd worried how Jake would treat her if she couldn't be the slut he demanded her to be, he had surprised her. Since they couldn't make love, he had relaxed enough to share laughs occassionally over old memories as they snuggled on the sofa watching DVDs of their favorite movies. Every now and then, he would surprise Heather with tickets to a show - usually one she'd said back when they were married that she'd like to see if they ever made it to Vegas on vacation. 

Oh yes, the Jake she had always loved was still inside him somewhere. But what else could she do to regain his trust and love?

Since it was Saturday, she wondered where Jake was. He usually liked taking Heather down to a casino for a few hours and then spending the rest of the day with her in bed. She would prefer to just stay in - Jake's reckless gambling unnerved her, especially considering how careful they'd both always been with their finances in the past. She knew he was filthy rich now, but she also feared he could lose everything if he weren't careful. The funny thing was, he didn't seem to care. Just last week he'd wagered the deed to his condo in a high stakes game of poker without blinking. Heather had held her breath, certain he would lose it, and then felt her heart drop when he revealed a winning hand, walking away with the title of a new SUV and a pot worth almost a quarter of a million dollars. He'd given her the keys to the car, but she didn't feel comfortable driving around in it, knowing some poor soul had lost it in unfortunate circumstances.

She supposed she should make some effort to discuss her unease with Jake rather than sit numbly by and watch him keep taking worthless risks over and over again. Would he understand that she worried because she cared about him, or would he take offense and kick her out? Sighing, she decided it was a risk she would have to take, for his sake. When she came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, she was startled to see Jake sitting in a chair apparently waiting for her, a drink in hand. That was something else she would have to mention, she realized. She'd seen Jake drink more hard liquor these past three months than in the entire nine years they'd been together as a couple. She suspected he was teetering on the edge of aloholism and feared for his health.

"Jake!" she gasped in surprise, then asked, "Where have you been?"

She half expected him to tell her it was none of her business. She shouldn't have asked - she knew that. But to her surprise, he simply shrugged and said, "At the gym. Working out."

Jake had come in while she was in the middle of her shower, and although he'd been tempted to join her, he had held back, instead fixing himself another drink to help fight back the softer feelings she seemed to be bringing out in him these days. Hell, there were plenty of days when he only had to look at her, see her smile at him, and he felt like forgiving her for everything she'd done to him. Then he would start to remember all of the things she'd done with Ty on that video, everything he'd done since their divorce, start feeling as angry and then guilty as hell and need another drink to numb the conflicting feelings.

The whole problem was he just didn't trust her anymore. Maybe she was trying to be faithful now. Maybe she did love him still. But how could he ever be certain of that again? He couldn't, so he punished her for it...and punished himself in the process. God what a mess.

Quite frankly he was surprised as hell that she'd stayed with him as long as she had. He'd done nothing but degrade and humilate her the entire time they'd been back together, and yet she never complained. She did everything she could to please him. His ex-wife had struggled with her self-confidence since he'd known her, but even so, she'd always demanded to be treated with respect. Why was she letting him treat her like dirt now, he wondered. Sure, she'd fucked around on him a few times, but did she deserve how he was treating her now? Probably not. No one deserved to be treated that way.

He tossed back more of his drink and eyed the exposed skin beneath her small towel. She looked as sexy as hell standing there like that, looking wet and luscious. He probably shouldn't, but he just couldn't resist. He walked over to where she was standing, slid his hand around her waist and pulled her to him, taking her parted lips beneath his own with a hunger that almost frightened him.
He took his lips momentarily from hers and whispered in her ear, "Do you feel like another fuck, Heather darling?" 

She shivered a little with nerves as she struggled to push him away, demand that they talk first. She sighed deeply, trying to summon the words. Jake moved his hand from her waist and slid it between her thighs. He gently ran his finger down the groove of her slit and she shivered again, this time from arousal. Her cunt began to moisten again, and her hands automatically reached for the clasp of his jeans. 
Jake began to finger-fuck her as gently as he could, just using about half an inch of his finger. Heather began to pant and rapidly became much wetter on his fingers. Jake started to gently kiss her even as he moved one exploring finger forward to the hard little bud of her clitoris and  then began to gently caress and stroke it. She gave a great shudder and pulled her lips from his and buried her face in his solid chest. Without warning her body went into spasms against him as the waves of a powerful orgasm swept through her. Her cunt flooded into his hand and he kept on stroking and fondling her nub. After several seconds had passed, Jake took his hand from her wet cunt and began to gently feel her breasts through the thick towel as he gave her a deep kiss which she eagerly accepted. 

Tearing the towel from her body, Jake lowered his lips to her breast and began to suck on her pert nipple without obstruction. Heather was still trembling from the effects of her recent orgasm. Jake took her hand and moved it to his stiff prick which she grasped and began to massage with instinctive skill through his jeans. Jake sucked more powerfully on her nipple, drawing the tip into his mouth. She groaned and put her hand on his head pressing him into her breast as he began to suck and tease with his lips and tongue. She groaned again and clutched his hair, and Jake took the opportunity to press her back against the nearest wall. He started to work her up with another gentle finger-fuck, teasing her hard little clit as she worked feverishly to push his zipper down to free his erection. Pulling his head toward hers, she put her tongue to his lips which immediately parted, allowing her the freedom of his mouth. She was panting into the kiss as the sensations emanating from her hot cunt swept through her excited body. Without breaking the kiss, Jake lifted her by her thighs and gently pushed the whole length of his cock straight up her as he looked into her wide baby-blue eyes. 

Jake then began a slow gentle fuck while he fondled her firm breasts. He was not riding her hard like he usually did. He even made sure as he was fucking her that he was far enough forward that the front of his cock rubbed and stimulated her with each stroke. He looked into her eyes, and quietly asked. "Are you enjoying this, Heather?"

She bit her lip and looked up at him. "Oh yes, Jake. So much better," she whispered and trembled around him as another orgasm wracked her body.
Jake only smiled down at her as her hips continued to move sweetly and rhythmically under him as he continued to ride her gently. He began to fuck her a little harder, using a longer stroke, and pressing deeper into her. Her hips began to move more with each of his thrusts until they had worked up a nice rhythm. She clasped her thighs around his waist and pulled him hard into her cunt with each stroke. As he started to pound her more roughly, she started to emit small moans of pleasure with each stroke. They were now writhing and sweating against each other, her blue eyes wide and staring with the intensity of the emotions that were sweeping through her. Jake felt the warmth in his balls and pressed forward on her perspiring body. Gently, he pressed his lips to hers taking possession of her mouth as his cock spasmed and released its seed into her hot cunt. 

Simultaneously, Heather gave a loud moan as her whole body was overtaken by orgasmic spasms. She was gasping into his mouth as he withdrew his lips from hers and buried his face in her hair, resting against her heaving body. She sighed and her thighs relaxed around his waist. She slowly brought her breathing under control as he lay on her with his softening cock still inside her. Gratefully, she wrapped her arms around him tight and held him close as one last tremor wracked his body. She smiled, a tear threatening to escape as she realized how tenderly he'd just made love to her. It hadn't been dirty or sordid or totally sexual. She felt a flare of hope rise up in her chest even as he gently pulled out of her. Their eyes met, hers filled with love, his filled with remorse, and then he bent and lifted her damp, naked body into his arms. She gasped and clung tightly to his neck with a puzzled look now in her eyes. Without a word he carried her to his bed and tenderly lay her down, then pulled his jeans off and joined her in the center.

"Jake?"

"Shhhhh."

"Jake, shouldn't we talk?"

He was gently pressing kisses down the column of her neck as he moved his body over hers. He knew they should talk. He planned to sit her down and hash things out, once and for all. But right now all he wanted to do was make love to her again.
Sighing, he pulled back and met her eyes, but he left his right hand gently cupping one of her breasts. 

"I know. We should talk."

Heather waited for him to say more, but it seemed as if he were just as afraid as she was to start this long overdue discussion. Bravely, she forged ahead, saying, "I'm worried, Jake. I'm so worried about you and what I've done to us. I know you made me promise not to say it again, but I love you. I always have, and I always will."

Jake heard the words and felt a tear rip at his heart. He felt the same, of course he did, but he was still wary of letting her know it. He frowned, trying to find a way to express what he was feeling without doing further damage to their already fragile relationship. Heather took his silence the wrong way and continued to plead, "You know I want to be with you more than anything, Jake, but all of this ... sex ... it's just not enough, Jake. I need more than what you've been giving me. Can you understand that? I just can't be the person you seem to want me to be."

Heather, of course, was putting her foot in her mouth, trying to tell him that the wild and exciting fucking they'd been doing was nice, but what she really wanted was to be made love to by him again. When his face turned dark and his eyes clouded over with anger, she realized he'd taken what she'd said the wrong way. She quickly retraced her words in her mind even as he pulled away from her, his muscles rigid beneath his taut skin. 




Innocent Sins Ch. 07



Jake was glad he hadn't poured his heart out to his slut ex-wife as he turned away in case she glimpsed the hurt he was feeling. So she wanted more than what he'd been giving her? Apparently now that she'd gotten a taste of sex with another man, she couldn't help herself from wanting more. He supposed he was glad she'd finally admitted that she now needed more than one man in her bed to find satisfaction. But he'd be damned if he were one of them.

Moving away, he heard Heather say, "Jake, please, no, I didn't mean--"

"Get dressed," he ordered, cutting her off. "We're going to the casino."

"But Jake--"

"Shut up!"

Heather wanted to cry. Just a few minutes ago they'd been so close to getting back what they'd once had. Now Jake was even more unreachable than he had been. She watched as he gathered his clothes and began dressing. Several times she tried to re-open the conversation, but Jake wouldn't even listen. When she argued that she didn't want to go to the casino, she'd rather talk, he said casually, "Whatever. But I've found it's bad luck to gamble without a beautiful woman on my arm. Don't worry. I'm sure I can find a replacement for you within the hour."

Feeling threatened by the offhand remark, she dragged herself out of bed and reached for Jake's favorite item in her new wardrobe - a red low cut slip dress. It made her look like a complete slut, but...she'd do anything to please him.

She just hoped he realized that.



Innocent Sins Ch. 08



Thirty minutes later they walked into one of the more popular casinos. Heather made a point of hanging onto Jake's arm like she always did, even though she could tell he wished she'd give him some space today. She was determined to prove once and for all that she loved him and that he was the only man she wanted, or would ever want, and that he could trust her again. Jake dragged her to one of the dealer's tables and played a few hands before asking her to go get him a drink. She started to tell him no, that she thought he was drinking too much, but she remembered how angry he was with her and bit her tongue. That was one argument they should probably have in private. Sighing, she slid off the stool in search of a hostess or a bar.

As soon as she had walked into the room, looking like a refugee from the Playboy mansion, Heather had felt her skin begin to crawl at the way other men were eyeing her up. Since moving to Vegas to be with Jake, she'd grown accustomed to men undressing her with their eyes, but she'd always easily dismissed the looks with little thought. Today wasn't so easy, probably because she was still a bundle of nerves, still worried about Jake's misunderstanding and didn't want to encourage his suspicions.

As she approached the drink area, Heather couldn't believe she was now bold enough to go out in public braless. It made her feel so naughty. The silhouette of her nipples were faintly visible through the thin material of her dress. She even noticed the bartender checking her out as he prepared her requests. Heather still felt a little self-conscious, but it also kind of turned her on to know that a stranger was looking at her like that. She didn't like the feeling at all. Maybe she really was a whore. Maybe everything Jake had done to her and she'd done willingly for both him and Ty had finally unleashed that part of her personality. 

Wasn't that the way it always happened in the Cheating Wives section of all the erotic stories magazines and websites she'd ever read? Wives cheated with a guy - usually a black guy at that - and pouf! Instant nymphomaniac. Heather shook her head at the thought. If she was a whore, she'd still be with Ty, maybe sleeping around with other men, not trying to win back her husband. Besides, sex was no more important to her now than it had been this time a year ago. Sure, it was nice if your partner knew what he was doing, but it wasn't everything.

Heather was propped against the bar, waiting on her drinks, when a smooth baritone voice asked, "Kelly?"

Heather turned and saw a tall, familiar white man looking at her hopefully. Startled because she instantly recognized him as an actor from her once favorite soap, it took her a second to respond. 

"No, I'm sorry," she told him. "You must be mistaking me for someone else." 

"Too bad," he said. "I was hoping that you were my date tonight. I'm sorry, how rude of me. I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Kurt. Kurt Waltham. Can I buy that drink for you?" 

"Kurt Waltham? The actor?" she smiled. Oh yes, Kurt Waltham was the actor on her favorite soap, and she'd always had a fierce crush on his character that Jake used to tease her about when they were in college.

"Trying to be," he laughed. "Although most women who watch my show would say I'm just a pretty face and hot body. Not that I'm complaining, mind you."

He seemed sincere, and Heather had to admit he was even better looking in person than he was on TV. She hadn't watched that particular show in a long time, but he'd been on it back when she was in college, so he had to at least be in his forties, maybe his fifties now. He had a touch of silver in his dark hair and a little crow's feet around his eyes, but he still looked great. Wait until she told Cassie, she thought, feeling a little like a schoolgirl meeting her famous crush. Her sister would be jealous as hell. Heather was trying to determine if it would be polite to ask for a couple of autographs when he stepped closer and said, "About that drink...I'm sorry, what was your name?"

She was about to reply when she realized he was leering down at her chest, which instantly put her on the defensive. Bristling, she shot him a look that made it clear she wasn't interested in being picked up, no matter who he was. "Heather Devlin. I'm just getting my husband a drink." OK, so Jake technically wasn't her husband anymore, but this guy didn't know that. "Besides, the drinks are free in here," she pointed out.

"Yeah, good point," he laughed at himself. "And you're such a beautiful woman, of course you'd be spoken for," he commented, feigning disappointment. "Then again, this is sin city. And that is a sinful dress, if you don't mind my saying."

She wasn't sure how to respond to the provocative statement so she stayed silent, turning to face the counter. 

"Since you recognized me, can I take it to mean that you watch my show?" he asked casually, and Heather began to wonder if she was just overreacting.

"I used to," she admitted with a polite smile. "I was borderline obsessed with Eric when Eric and Carly were the big supercouple. In fact, I had a poster of you as Eric in my dorm room."

"Really?" he seemed pleased at the thought. "So Heather," he began slowly, looking her up and down. "Do you really have a husband?"

"Of course. Why would I lie?"

"Dressed like that..." He shrugged, then smiled wryly. "I don't suppose you and your husband are interested in letting another man be your date for the evening," he said, sliding his hand along the curve of her arm. "I promise to make it worth your while. Especially since the lady I was supposed to be meeting seems to have stood me up."

Offended, Heather could only move away and insist, "You've got the wrong idea. I love my husband very much. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch me without permission."

His eyes seemed quick and intelligent, and they lit up in a way that informed her that he enjoyed the idea of the challenge she'd silently thrown down. No matter, Heather had no interest in playing games with him or anyone else. Oh god, she just hoped Jake didn't see her talking to this man and jump to conclusions again. She already had a hard battle in front of her, convincing him that he'd misunderstood her words earlier.

The bartender placed two drinks in front of her, so she quickly turned from her once teenage idol and walked away without a backwards glance. Jake was, of course, watching her when she returned, and Heather felt a moment's panic at the look of pure hatred in his eyes. But he quickly masked any emotion he was feeling and politely thanked her for tracking down the drink.

"Excuse me, but is there room enough for another player?"

Both she and Jake glanced up to see the man who'd been harassing her at the bar invite himself into the next hand. He smiled confidently as he took the seat next to Heather, and she shot Jake a worried look, trying to reassure him with her eyes that she hadn't encouraged the man at all. She saw that Jake recognized him too; he shot her a funny look as if he were trying to gauge her reaction. Then he calmly focused on his hand, barely glancing either at her or at the newcomer. 

Jake had watched Heather flirting with the tall, distinguished man at the bar and had to grit his teeth to keep from going over there and yanking her away. Heather had acted nervous coming back to the table, and he figured she was still valiantly trying to pretend to be what Jake wanted her to be despite her inner desires. He supposed it would save the both of them a lot of trouble if he could just learn to accept sharing his woman with other men. He'd changed a lot, but that much? Honestly, he didn't think so.

He was somewhat startled to recognize the actor from Heather's favorite soap back in college. She hadn't watched it much in years, but when they'd first married, she'd been all into this guy's character and romance with a nurse at the hospital where his character worked. He remembered teasing her that she wished she were the pretty nurse and that he'd had no idea she was so into older men.

"I don't normally find older men attractive, but Kurt Waltham is just hot," she'd teased back. Jake thought it was funny that he now remembered that conversation so well and wondered if this was fate dealing its hand and trying to prove something to both of them - that Heather couldn't be faithful, that Jake would never be able to forgive her, and they weren't destined to be together after all.

The actor drew Jake into conversation, obviously probing for details about Heather. Jake was a little surprised when Kurt implied that Heather had said Jake was her husband. "Are the two of you in town for business or pleasure?" Kurt then asked conversationally.

"Both," Jake replied without elaborating.

Kurt seemed nice enough. He oozed self-confidence, and he certainly wasn't shy. Sitting between Jake and Kurt, Heather jumped a little when she felt the warmth of Kurt's hand come to rest on her bare thigh. Irritated, she pushed his hand away and felt her face grow red when he let out a soft chuckle. Maybe he wasn't so nice after all, she decided.

She leaned over and whispered in Jake's ear, "Can we please leave soon? Please."

Jake only smiled slyly, focusing on his hand. It was a lousy hand, but no one could tell it from looking at him. "Later," he told Heather, then lifted his eyes and smiled at Kurt.

"So are you in town for business or pleasure?" Jake asked.

"Pure pleasure," the other man said with a self-satisfied laugh. "If I could just land me a sweet, sexy plaything like your wife there, my day would be made."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I must not have introduced you two properly," Jake corrected calmly. "This is Heather Ross. And Heather is not my wife."

Heather paled hearing Jake use her maiden name - she'd still gone by Devlin, even after the divorce - and flinched hearing Jake publicly inform the other man they weren't actually married. Feeling threatened, Heather explained hastily, "Jake and I were once married, but now we live together. I love him so much it's easy to forget sometimes that we're no longer legally married. In my heart, he'll always be my husband."

Jake could hear the silent "Take that" in her tone and wondered if she'd made the speech for his benefit or Kurt's.

"Something tells me there's a story there worth hearing," Kurt said, glancing between the two of them with interest. "Tell you what. I've got five grand here. It's yours if you tell it to me."

Heather stiffened. "Five thousand dollars just to tell you a story? That seems a little wasteful," she scoffed.

"I've got plenty of money to waste, and I love hearing human interest stories like this. You never know when it might help me find the motivation to play a certain character," he replied. "So, what's it gonna be?"

Jake didn't need the money. He knew it and Heather knew it. But he was somewhat amused that the actor was willing to go to such great lengths to get between Heather's thighs. And he supposed it might be interesting to see how Heather would react in the long run. She was putting up a good fight, but was she sincere about loving Jake, or was she hanging onto his memory because she was afraid to admit she enjoyed being with other men?

It was time they both found out.

"All right," Jake heard himself say. "But it's hardly the type of story told over a poker table. Do you have a room here, or are you staying somewhere else?"

"Jake!" Heather gasped.

"As a matter of fact, I do have a room upstairs," Kurt answered, then folded his hand. Jake stayed in the game and smiled when, minutes later, he won the pot with such a lousy hand. Gathering his own remaining chips, Kurt said, "Why don't we head up, and I can order us some room service while we talk."

Heather reluctantly followed Jake, wondering what he hoped to prove by doing this. Grabbing his arm, she stopped him and said, "You can go up if you want. I'll grab a cab and head home."

"But there's so much to the story only you can tell, sweetheart." 

"Go to hell, Jake."

"Been there, done that," he replied tautly. "If you don't come upstairs with me, it's over. You can go home, pack your bags and be gone when I get back. Your choice."

She hadn't expected such an outright ultimatum, and it knocked her for a loop. She wasn't ready to give up on him yet, despite her discomfort, so she followed him into the elevator. She shot him a look that she hoped made it clear she wasn't happy to be going along with this. She felt her skin crawling and turned to see Kurt staring at her in a way that was downright lewd. 

"Here's my home for a few days," he told them a few minutes later, leading them into a luxurious suite that looked to have its own kitchen, living room, bedroom and a magnificent view of the strip. 

"Nice," Jake commented, glancing around. Heather could tell he wasn't really all that impressed, but the older man obviously took him at his word, launching into a description of all his amenities, which included a Jacuzzi and fully loaded bar.

"I like to come to Vegas now and then to unwind. Spend a little money. Meet new friends," Kurt added with a meaningful look at Heather's breasts. "I believe I owe you five thousand," he then said and produced a stack of bills. "And you owe me a story."

Jake took a seat across from the actor in the only chair in the room, and Heather was left with nowhere to sit other than the sofa cushion next to Kurt. "I believe I'll let my...ex-wife...tell it," Jake said with a disdainful smile. "For accuracy's sake, of course."

Heather clenched her jaw to keep from saying something hateful. When seconds passed without a word from her, Jake shrugged and began casually, "I suppose you could say it all started in college, when I walked into my chemistry class one day and fell in love with this dark-haired, blue-eyed girl..."

Heather sat there, on pins and needles, as she listened to him tell this stranger about their courtship. She was both captivated and embarrassed as she listened to Jake tell an abridged version of their history. She'd never really heard him talk about how he'd felt back then, before he was in the Marines and trying to win her love, and later, after they'd married and been so happy. When he came to the point where he'd caught Heather cheating, she begged emotionally, "Jake, please don't..."

"As I was saying, Heather slept with another man," Jake continued as if she'd never spoken. "Several times, as I later found out, and with a black man, in fact."

"Really?" Kurt interjected, obviously fascinated. He looked at Heather with a new appreciation. 

"Needless to say, I kicked her out and started divorce proceedings almost immediately," Jake said.

"Can't say I blame you," Kurt commented with a bark of laughter. "So how did the two of you end up back together? And where is this other man now?" He looked at Heather and asked pointedly, with relish, "Did you keep fucking him after your divorce came through?"

Heather turned a telling shade of red, and Jake knew she had slept with Ty even after she'd sworn never to do it again. The thought made him even angrier than he already was inside. He wanted to get up and leave and never look back. But he loved her as much as he hated her right now, so he stayed, hoping she'd offer a logical explanation. When Heather refused to answer, Jake decided to make her pay for it.

"Ty is still back East, though I hear his business is failing. I also hear he's made another woman - his partner's wife - pregnant and I think he'll be forced to leave town soon," he said and glanced at Heather to gauge her reaction to this news. He considered admitting that he'd at least had a hand in the downfall of Ty's business but decided he'd savor the tidbit secretly, for now. 

Initially, he'd thought long and hard about what type of revenge he could get on the black man who'd stolen his wife. His first instinct had been to grab a baseball bat and work the bastard over good. But Jake figured he would have ended up in jail, and nothing was worth that. So he had focused on hitting Ty where it would hurt the most - his ego and his pride. 

Of course, Jake had learned later that, during one of his drunken binges, he'd called an old friend from the Marines and told him everything that had happened. Some of the guys closest to him had jumped Ty on his behalf, but Jake hadn't gotten much satisfaction from the knowledge. 

He'd cooled his heels and used his money to find out everything he could about Ty Johnson, ex-basketball player, current male stripper. Ty was so arrogant, believing he could have any woman he wanted, that he'd even seduced the new wife of his so-called best friend. Apparently Ty liked to brag about how he sometimes used drugs on women to get them compliant, which had made Jake wonder about Heather. She'd said Ty had drugged her. Well, hell, that had pissed Jake off even more. Opening a gym had been Ty's dream since he'd injured his knee and had to stop playing ball. Enough said. 

The gym had been struggling anyways, but when Jake had secretly bought out and then injected a large amount of funds into its biggest competitor, updating the facility and lowering membership prices, the place hadn't stood a chance. Aside from which, Jake had used some connections to obtain security tapes from the gym Ty co-owned and had hit the jackpot when he discovered a few tapes had recorded Ty's adulterous meetings with his closest partner's new bride. He had figured Ty's MO would stay the same. Needless to say, payback was a bitch. Jake had had his assistant mail copies of the tapes to Ty's partners - all of them - just the other day. Included in the envelope were copies of documents showing where Ty had been taking more than his fair shair of the company's money. jake wouldn't have to lift a finger against Ty Johnson - Ty's partner's were bound to do it for him.

Thinking of what would probably happen to Ty now, he smiled and added, "As for how we ended up back together, Heather agreed to be my private slut in exchange for money, clothes and a roof over her head. However, she told me this morning that she needed more."

"More of you," Heather bit out, alternating between deep shame hearing details of her affair spoken aloud and anger that Jake was treating her this way. "I only want more of you, Jake. More of the man I married, not of the son-of-a-bitch who's been trying everything he can to humiliate me and make me leave. Not more of the man you've become. That's what I was trying to tell you this morning, but I'm such a bundle of nerves all the time, I messed it up."

Was she serious? Jake wondered. He supposed it was possible, and man, how he wished it were true. He just wished he could be certain before he risked his heart again.

Kurt, meanwhile, had been watching and listening with great interest. Finally he inserted his own observations. "I don't know, Heather. I think I'm with Jake on this one. I think you were trying to tell him you wanted more ...more of other men." He reached out and laid his hand on her bare knee. "A sexy woman like you needs more than what one man can give you, and I think you know it. I think Jake knows it too. Isn't that right, Jake?"

Jake felt another bolt of that familiar anger shoot through his body, and his first instinct was to punch this guy's lights out. It was obvious the aging actor wanted to offer his services to satisfy Heather's apparent need for more. Hell, Jake had known that downstairs. Heather had too. It was the real reason they were all here now. Masking his inner feelings with a look of disinterest, Jake glanced at Heather and shrugged. He needed to know if she'd give in to temptation again, if the opportunity arose. Maybe one last test...one final opportunity to see how much she really loved him...




Innocent Sins Ch. 08



"You say you love me..."

"I do, Jake," she said, perking up. She reached over and placed one of her hands on his leg and squeezed, a hopeful now look in her tearful eyes. "And deep down I know you still love me too."

"I do," he agreed, and she looked relieved to hear it. At least, until he added, "That's why I've decided to give you what you want. Or at least try to."

"What do you mean? All I want is to be with you."

He smiled slightly, and said, "Let's not kid ourselves, Heather. We both know that after the first time it gets easier and easier to cheat. But if we're going to try to make a real go of things, I'd rather not be worried about you sneaking around behind my back again. And if I see a woman I want to take to bed, I don't want to have to sneak around on you either."

"W-what?" she asked. She hadn't expected such an answer. 

"We've both had a taste of other lovers now, and I think we need to come to terms with the fact that both of us are always going to want more out of a marriage than what we had before," he said and then glanced at the man who was still silently watching their exchange with fascination. Kurt smiled slightly and began caressing his hand further up Heather's leg. "I think Kurt here is just the man to help us get used to the idea."

"I don't understand..." she said almost in a daze, glancing at her old television hero without a clue what Jake meant.

"I'm giving you permission to sleep with him," Jake said. "And I think I'd like to stay and watch, if you both don't mind."

"I think that's a great idea," Kurt encouraged, looking like the cat who stole the cream. "Heather, why don't you come a little closer. I promise not to bite...unless you want me too, of course."

Heather was looking at Jake in confusion, practically ignoring the other man who was working his hand up her thigh and into her panties. Finally, her hand reached to stop his from climbing any higher. 

"Are you sure?" Heather whispered to Jake, then glanced at the handsome actor. "Are you really sure this is what you want, Jake? For me to sleep with other men? And for you to sleep with other women?"

"I doubt I'll want to sleep with other women, but the possibility will always be there." Jake nodded, although he was secretly gritting his teeth to keep the truth from spilling out. "Yes," he finally managed. "I want you to be happy. But if this situation gets uncomfortable for either of us at any time, either of us has the right to ask for it to stop," he said, trying to sound like the willing cuckolds he had read in stories. Shesh, did he sound as stupid as he felt?

After several seconds, Heather tore her teary gaze from Jake and looked at the actor, and Jake could tell she was waging an inner battle with herself, struggling with the truth of her own personal desires and needs and struggling to accept what Jake now seemed to want. With a soft, weary sigh, she looked at jake again and even as a tear escaped her control, he could tell she had made her decision. 

By this point, Kurt had leaned over and was nibbling on her ear as he pushed his fingers inside the elastic of her panties, urging her legs apart for easier entry. Heather closed her eyes and moaned something unintelligible when Kurt's other hand began to fondle her breast. Jake watched, gritting his teeth against a tide of rising anger, as the experienced older man managed to seduce Heather into a passionate kiss. All the while he was slowly working her out of her clothes, lowering the zip on the back of her dress to free her breasts and bunching it around her waist to expose her panties and bare thighs. For a few minutes, he used his lips and mouth to arouse her nipples and his right hand to finger-fuck her into submission. 

Just when Jake thought he couldn't stand anymore, Heather turned her head toward him and breathed his name. "Jake...?" When she opened her eyes she looked straight at Jake...and she smiled at him. 

At that moment, Jake knew their lives would never be the same again.



Innocent Sins Ch. 09



Was Jake serious?

Heather trembled slightly as she thought about what he had said - or she tried to, with Kurt Waltham doing everything he could to distract her from it. In truth, she was a little upset by the handsome actor's nearness, and unnerved by Jake's new proposition. She could probably give in...would probably give in if Jake really wanted her to. God knows she'd done far worse. She just wanted it to be clear that she didn't want it this way.

Or would she upset Jake if she admitted that?

Her body was very aware of the man by her side. She squirmed slightly under Kurt Waltham's hand on her thigh. She felt her nipples stiffen against the material of her dress as his other hand lifted to the back of her neck and then began to rub it, messaging her stiff muscles.

"Sweetheart, you are so tense. Just relax," he urged softly and slid closer to her. Rubbing up and down, he would occassionally bury his fingers in the nape of her hair. Heather couldn't help it; she sighed and began to relax, even as she tried to focus on Jake and determine his reaction. She told herself she would feel this way at a massage parlor too, that she wouldn't get aroused from just anyone. But her breathing was getting heavier as Kurt's big, warm hand stroked her neck and stirred up deep longings in her belly that she could not suppress. 

Moving his head closer still, Kurt put his mouth next to her ear and whispered, "Ah yeah, baby, I know what you need. Just relax and enjoy the moment." 

She found it hard to look at Jake while another man was touching her like this, so she tried to block Jake from her mind by looking away. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend it was Jake touching her, doing these things to her, but it wasn't that easy. Kurt's hot breath caressed the delicate skin of her ear and caused her to shiver in reaction. Gently he brushed the strands of her long, dark hair away from Heather's face, her skin flushed in the dim light. He turned her face to his and looked at the startled doe eyes staring at him, a strange mixture of fear, shame and excitement reflected in her pupils. Her full lips were slightly parted and glistening. 

"Jake?" She breathed out, trying to turn her head toward her ex, but Kurt wouldn't let her. His body leaned forward bringing her face closer to his. His hand at the back of her neck kept a gentle but firm pressure on her, encouraging her to submit. 

Her eyes fluttered shut, she tilted her face up and with a tiny, soft whimper, she swayed toward him. The shock of her damp lips touching his gave Heather the feeling that she needed to stop this soon or she would be forever lost. Kurt put both hands on her shoulders and turned her body toward him, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Her body yielded. His lips tasted her at leisure, hinting at all of the experience he must have gained in pleasuring women. She heard herself moan softly and he took advantage and let his tongue tease her closed lips. They parted slightly and his tongue slid inside, claiming her, searching for more. 

His other hand drifted up toward her lap where her hands were still folded demurely. Clasping one, he held it and pulled her further over to him. The shock of another man kissing her in front of Jake was overcome by the desire to know more of this tantalizing sensation. Her nipples felt achy and distended and she subconsciously rubbed herself against him. 

Kurt tangled his hands in Heather's long thick hair and pulled her head back to expose the long curve of her neck. He began to kiss and nip at the tender flesh earning sighs and moans from the woman at his side. He watched the emotions of confusion, desire and shame flit across her face as he began to push her dress down to expose her breasts to his gaze. Lifting her gently, he reached behind her, trying to lower the zipper for easier access. Leaning over he sucked one pointed nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and biting it gently. 

Heather whimpered as he continued the onslaught against her breasts, alternating kisses and bites on her neck and lips, while his other hand began to bunch her skirt up around her waist. His hand began to stroke the outside of her legs and then moved to the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Up and down he massaged her, ignoring the one place she most wanted him to put his hand. Her moaning grew more frenzied and her hips began to move and thrust. Oh, god, she thought, she had to stop this now. It wasn't right. She wasn't supposed to let this happen, not with another man. Not while the man she loved sat a few feet away, watching.

"Yeah, you like being touched by another man, don't you, baby?" Kurt observed softly as he let his fingers slowly drift upwards toward the V of her legs. She tried to shake her head, No, but then Kurt allowed one finger to graze the outer edges of Heather's panties, skimming along the bare skin of her outer labia. Heather felt his fingers exploring her private area and knew it was do or die time. The desire mixed with terror at her actions filled her with a high that was more of an aphrodisiac than any kind of drug. 

But she still knew it wasn't right.

Heather would have to be dead not to feel aroused when a man she had once been wildly attracted to began fingering her pussy, but that didn't mean she had to like it. She was tempted...god, she was tempted...but Heather realized with sudden clarity that she had a healthy level of self-control still in her veins. People were tempted everyday. The trick was maintaining self-control and remembering that actions had real, unforgiving consequences. She'd already learned that the hard way once. Right now, she had a choice. Her life was going to go one of two ways. Did she give in, embrace the whore within and find meaningless gratification for an hour or two at a time, never again knowing what it was like to love and be loved only by one man? Or did she walk away, her remaining integrity and values still attached, with the hope of someday again finding long and lasting happiness with a man she loved? 

And what about Jake? Had he really meant what he'd said about giving her permission to sleep around? She didn't think so. Quite frankly she hoped not. She didn't want him to be that kind of man, and if he had become that type, she didn't think they stood a chance after all. A tear rolled down her cheek as she realized that she probably had lost her husband forever.

Silently, she made her choice.

Oddly, she could only smile in relief when she realized she'd had the courage to face her demons and slay them. She managed to turn her head, opened her eyes and looked at Jake. She didn't see the man she'd fallen in love with anymore; she only saw a cold, bitter stranger who looked like him. And she could tell by that look in his eyes - even though he was trying hard to mask it - that he didn't like what was happening here one bit.

She smiled at him, a sad, although triumphant little smile.

Then Heather reached down and removed Kurt's hand from between her thighs as she slowly slid away and out from under him. Standing, straightening her clothes, she looked down at him apologetically and said calmly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Waltham, but I'm not interested in having this kind of relationship with you or anyone else outside of my husband. If you'll please excuse me..."

"What the--!" he protested, then glanced angrily towards Jake. "I paid five grand for this!"

She turned just as Jake was moving to his feet. 

His eyes were wary, a little bit confused, a little bit relieved. Heather could only hope that he was finally seeing things clearly again and recognized her decision for what it was. She stepped over to him, planted a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek and whispered, "Goodbye, Jake. May you find the peace you deserve. Please remember that I'll always love you."

Before the tears could start falling in earnest, she gathered her purse and made a hasty retreat. As she was walking out the door, she heard her ex-husband saying to the other man, "Here's your five thousand back, plus interest. We apologize for any inconvenience we might have caused you tonight. ..."

Somehow she made it back to Jake's condo without being hassled, and although she half-expected, half-hoped he'd follow her, she saw no signs of Jake during the hour it took her to call the airport, pack the few personal items she considered her own and hail a cab. This time when she left, she didn't bother with a note.

Jake knew where to find her if he still wanted her. The ball was in his court now.

****

From across the street, Jake watched Heather pack her suitcase into the cab and, with one last lingering glance in the direction of the condo, get inside and drive away. When he was certain she was out of view, he turned on the headlights of his car and pulled into his parking spot.

The condo felt cold and empty without her there. That was his first thought. His second was that she'd left most of the things he'd bought her since she'd moved in with him. Not that he was surprised. They were clothes only a real slut would want to hang onto. Despite what he'd been telling himself since the divorce, Heather wasn't a slut, or a whore, or anything but a wife who'd made a mistake. She'd made a mistake and paid for it, threefold.

Reaching into his closet he pulled out a lockbox and carried it with him into the living room. Pouring himself a drink, Jake thought better of the idea and just grabbed the entire bottle of Jack Daniels instead. Grabbing the TV remote control, he turned on the big-screen plasma TV and began flipping through channels...anything to take his mind off what he'd allowed to happen to himself...and to his relationship with Heather. 

She'd passed his test, and yet he hadn't stopped her from leaving. Why? Hell if he knew.

He fell back onto the sofa, downing a gulp of whiskey before reaching for the lockbox. Inside were photos - photos from his wedding, photos of him and Heather back when they'd both been young and naive and so in love with each other it had hurt. Beneath the photos he found his wedding ring tucked into the envelope she'd mailed back to him after their divorce with a short note that said simply, "I gave this to you on our wedding day as a symbol of my undying love. It's still yours, Heather." Beneath that letter he found some of his old military papers - accomodations - along with a handgun he'd bought for protection when he and Heather had lived on a rough side of town, back when they were first starting out. Half the time he forgot the thing even existed. The accomodations made him smile in self-disgust. He hadn't done anything worth being accomodated for in a long, long time.

Jake was down to the last few sips of whiskey in the bottle when he decided to check and see if the gun was still loaded. Yep. Sitting it on his lap, he thought about everything that had happened today, about Heather's fractured words when they'd been making love, about how he'd probably misinterpreted them at the time, and finally, of how she'd almost allowed herself to be seduced by another man but had stopped things because, deep down, he knew she wasn't the type of woman who could intentionally sleep around with abandon. And because she really did love Jake too much to intentionally hurt him.

Oh yeah, she'd passed the test he'd secretly dealt her, but he'd lost her in the process. Remembering back on the good times didn't help any. In fact, he felt like shit. He didn't see how he and Heather could ever get past any of this now. He didn't think he could live with himself remembering any of the things he'd done since he'd left her...and that included the ruthless way he'd handled his business, firing men who needed jobs to support their families simply because he'd been in a bad mood that day; how he'd cut his family off from all emotional ties; how he'd carelessly discarded Jenny's feelings and then Heather's. 

Draining the bottle of the last of its contents, Jake took a deep breath and lifted the gun from his lap, took it off safety and was trying to decide where he wanted the bullet when something caught his attention.

A voice from the television suddenly asked, "Have you ever loved someone so much that loving them nearly destroyed you?" Jake had pretty much tuned out the program that was on, but those simple words broke through his fog and captured his attention like nothing else could have. Yes, he silently answered, oh, yes, I have.

He lifted his head and saw a rough-looking, older-than-her-years young woman on the screen. It was one of those reality, forensics shows where they interviewed the actual people involved in criminal cases while actors reenacted the events. 

The woman said that she'd loved her boyfriend so much that when she'd caught him cheating, she'd acted on passion and shot him and his lover six times before realizing what she was doing was wrong. 

With a shock, Jake realized he held a gun in his hand and had been deciding whether he wanted to aim for his head or his heart. Tossing the gun aside, he raked back his hair with a trembling hand and felt a sob rip through his chest. What had he become? And was he too far lost to be saved now?

A picture of Heather caught his attention. Picking it up, he felt pain, love, shame, anger. And he knew the best thing he could do...for either of them...was to finally let her go, once and for all.

That thought in mind, he took the picture, ripped it and tossed it aside. She wasn't worth ending his life over. Nothing was.

Thank God he had realized that in time.



Innocent Sins Ch. 10



"No!" she quickly corrected, quickly wiping away her tears so she could see his beloved face clearly again. "I...there's no one but you, Jake."

He nodded, glancing at the floor as he said, "I treated you badly. I'm sorry for that. But we can talk, you can tell me what you want or need to. I rented a place across town, but I'll probably have to leave occassionally for business. I just have to be honest with you, Heather. I still have a lot of hurt and anger towards you trapped inside me. Please remember that when I get angry and have a hard time listening. I may not be the best listener at times, but I promise to try - harder than I tried before, back when you really needed it."

Heather considered him for several seconds without saying a word. All those months ago, he'd thought he was the one who should forgive her, but now, the tables had turned. She had to forgive him for all the awful things he'd done to her too.

"Yes," she said a bit shyly, then leaned over to sign her name.

"Yes what?"

Finally she smiled at him, a timid, sheepish smile. "Just in case you ever do decide to propose again, I'll probably say yes. For the record, you're right, we do have a lot to work out, but my answer will still probably be yes. I'm only half a person without you, Jake. But..."

"But what?" he asked with concern, seeing the sudden worry on her face.

"I won't let you treat me the way you did when we were in Las Vegas, Jake. If that's your intention, then I'm sorry but we should both just walk away now."

"That's not my intention," he assured her carefully. "I promise I won't deliberately hurt you again."

"Also I want you to know," she began and hesitated, as if trying to form the proper words, "we can't just go back to the way things were before all of this happened. I'm still angry and hurt with you, too, Jake."

"I understand that," he said. "I didn't expect us to just jump back into marriage, Heather. I thought we could start out with a few dates...you know, so I can try and win you over again."

"Oh, Jake," she smiled, again with tears in her eyes. She looked as though she were going to hug him, but he wasn't ready for that yet.

"I'm not the same Jake you fell in love with," he warned uncomfortably. "I don't know if I can ever be again. I guess I could lie and say I've tried to redeem myself by spending the last year working with orphans or saving little old ladies from fires, but I haven't. That only works in the movies, or in those cheesey books you read. I'm just a guy who made a lot of mistakes...A guy who has been trying to figure out a way to make up for all of the awful things he's done to the only woman he's ever loved."

"Well I'm not the same woman you married," she countered. "We'll just have to spend a lot of time getting to know each other again."

He frowned and shifted his gaze toward the stage, and Heather wondered if her anxiousness to accept had spooked him off. But then he looked at her, smiled wryly and held out his hand, "In that case, I'm Jake Devlin. Nice to meet you."

She swallowed, took his hand and replied with her own greeting, "Heather Ross-Devlin." She refused to give up her married name, even now. "I'm very pleased to meet you too."

"Well, you've paid your money and signed the papers. Guess that means I'm all yours now. Would you care to leave this place and go have dinner somewhere so we can...I don't know...plan our Valentine's date and talk?"

"I'd love that. Oh!" She suddenly remembered to hand him his remaining money back, then remembered that she'd come here with her sister. "Cassie...?"

Jake smiled, grasping the money, and said, "Just a second."

When they got to her, Jake leaned down, squeezed Cassie's shoulder and said, "Thank you for your help tonight. Would you mind if I took Heather to dinner now?"

"Of course not," she said. "I'm having a ball watching these hunks. It was worth it."

"Can I ask one more favor?" He handed Cassie the envelope of remaining money and said, "I've got a buddy - Kevin Cooper - who's scared to death no one is going to bid on him. Truth is, he's as ugly as sin, but he's a nice guy. And I was going to donate the rest of this money anyway. Would you--?"

"Say no more," Cassie said, taking the money. She didn't want the poor sucker to go without bids, and hey, it would be fun to give him a lift. Too bad he wasn't a hunk though. She'd been sitting here all night wishing she had the kind of money that would allow her freedom to bid on one these guys. "I need a date for Valentine's anyway."

Heather sent Jake a puzzled look and exchanged goodbyes with her sister. She'd overheard his comment and, as they walked to his car, she pointed out, "Kevin's a hunk. I can't imagine he would be worried no one is going to bid on him."

Jake just laughed. "Just trust me."

That night, they had dinner together. The next night, and the next, they had dinner again, until it became a familiar routine. They always followed their meals by returning to his apartment to talk some more, or by catching a movie down at the new cineplex. Eventually Jake had to confess to Heather that he'd hit rock bottom after she left him in Vegas. 

"By that point, I didn't even want to live anymore," he told her and explained how he'd come close to using the gun on himself until he'd somehow picked himself up and decided to live again. "I checked myself into rehab. When I got out a month later, I went home to make things right with my family. And I spent the rest of the year backpacking across Europe with Kevin - it gave me plenty of time to think about my life and decide what I wanted to do with it. To be honest, I had myself half convinced we'd both be better off starting over without each other. But I couldn't get you out of my head - or my heart. Everytime I passed something beautiful in France, I would tell myself, 'Heather would love this,' or 'I wish Heather were here to see this.' By the way, I sold my business in Vegas. From now on, this is my home - this town, these people. No matter what happens between us, I'm staying right here."

Heather was both horrified and humbled to realize that Jake had almost taken his life - because of what she'd done. Truth was, she'd entertained such a thought once or twice herself. Her affair with Ty had had a Domino effect, affecting every aspect of both her life and Jake's until neither of them had been left standing. Even so, she knew that if they could get past this, it would only make them stronger, as individuals and as partners. Other couples suffered through affairs everyday and survived it, better and stronger than before. Perhaps hers and Jake's love had always been so intense that they had to work harder than most to get past that betrayal. But she knew they could do it too.

In fact, she finally suggested to Jake one evening, "I really think we need to go to counseling." 

So far they hadn't gone to bed since his return to town, but it was getting harder and harder for Heather not to express her feelings for him at the end of each evening. She felt like a horny schoolgirl most of the time, but she dared not act on the feelings out of fear of reminding Jake of what a slut he thought she could be. It was like a road block for both of them that needed to be addressed. 

The sessions were harder than either of them had imagined they'd be, with each of them having to make uncomfortable confessions for open discussion. A couple of times, Heather would admit, she'd left the therapist's office feeling defeated and hopeless. It had taken a lot of love and commitment on both their parts to work through the pain and the guilt on both sides. 

But seeing the therapist had also reminded them of the good times, of the feelings worth fighting for, and the older woman had somehow managed to convince Heather that Jake had, for the most part, forgiven her for her affair and wouldn't try to punish her for it anymore. She had also helped convince Jake that Heather had no intentions of ever being unfaithful again.

On Heather's birthday, Jake had the rustic-looking, but very modern lakehouse he'd been renting decked out like a dream, with lit candles and a roaring fire in the fireplace casting a romantic glow over everything. Heather had often wondered what it would be like to wake up with Jake in the morning, take their coffee and snuggle on the sofa downstairs in front of the wall-length window overlooking the water. Would that morning ever come? Yes, she finally, truly believed it would, she'd thought with a smile.

After serving her dinner and slow dancing with her to her favorite singer's collection of love songs, he'd taken her hand without a word and she saw that he'd left a trail of rose petals leading upstairs to his bedroom. Once she'd realized what he was silently asking, seeing the bed also covered in rose petals, she'd turned to him, happiness in her eyes, and said simply, "I love you, Jake." 

They kissed. Slow and gentle at first. And then more and more passionately, until Heather could barely stand on her own legs. 

Heather felt more alive than she had since Ty had re-entered her life and messed up her happiness with Jake. As always with Jake, she could feel her sensitive nipples rubbing against the lace of her bra, feel the moisture gathering between her legs in anticipation. She'd give her entire life's savings just to have Jake touch her there, right now, she thought. She wondered if he was even half as aroused as she was. Probably so. His erection pressed against her leg and his face was just as flushed, his breathing just as rapid as hers. "Happy birthday," he whispered, pulling away to pick Heather up and place her gently on the bed.

He continued to kiss her, his lips trailing down her throat as he lowered the zip on her dress, exposing her sexy black bra. She'd dressed as sexy tonight as possible, hoping something like this would happen. She'd been hoping he'd ask her all night what she'd wanted most for her birthday so she could say, "I just want you to make love to me again."

Reaching between her full, pale breasts, he unhooked the front closure of her bra. Gazing down at her, he said, "You're so beautiful. Every inch of you." Then he began to kiss them, using his tongue to lave her sensitive nipples.

Meanwhile, Heather worked on the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, rubbing her hands across his solid chest. He'd always been in great shape, thanks to great DNA, but he'd obviously been working out more than usual. Smiling at the thought that she was glad he'd found a release for his own sexual frustration, she slid her hands lower to work the button of his pants undone so she could unzip his fly.

Pulling back, Jake was smiling too. He helped her toss his shirt to the side, and then he took his time as he finished undressing her, inch by agonizing inch. She shimmied out of her dress as he tugged it out from under her. He removed her small black thong, but left her black garter belt and matching stockings on. He had a very naughty, appreciative gleam in his eyes as he pulled back to finish removing his own clothes.

When he was as naked as she was, he lay beside her on the bed, quietly studying her body like a work of art. Jake couldn't help but think of all the time they'd lost together, and how very beautiful Heather had always been to him. Even now, however, he felt a twinge of inadequacy and uncertainty. He wanted to take it slow, be gentle and loving, but in Vegas, she'd seemed to love it every time he took her rough, hard, in various and exciting positions. The only thing - she'd never liked swallowing his load or giving him blowjobs after they'd had sex, but he would never demand that again. He only wanted to please her. This was her special day, and this was his gift to her.

"Sweetheart, I want to make it good for you," he began. "Do you want me to go slow, or do you want me to--"

Pressing her lips against his, Heather stopped his words, practically reading his thoughts. Pulling away, Heather looked into eyes, seeing the need, seeing the want in them. "Do what you want, Jake. As long as it's you loving me, I don't mind anything you do. This is for both of us. Just...go slow at first. I haven't had sex in a long time...not since you."

Lowering his head, he told her, "I haven't had sex with anyone else either," and he saw the sudden tears in her eyes, even as she smiled and admitted uncertainly, "I had wondered...I mean, you were in Europe. You must have met some beautiful women there. Beautiful women with seductive accents who saw how handsome you were and wanted--."

"Sure," he agreed, interrupting her nervous, rambling speech. "But none of them were you."

Pressing a kiss to one of the tears on her cheek, he then lovingly used his skilled tongue to arouse her entire body, licking and kissing his way down between her legs. Lowering his head he gently sucked her clit then pushed his tongue inside her. Heather let out a wild cry and gripped his hair, pressing him into her. He tongued her for several minutes, until she was literally begging him to stop because the pleasure was so intense. Jake rose to his elbows and positioned his body over hers. Slowly he entered her. She was very tight. Almost as tight as the first time, when he took her virginity on their wedding night. If he'd doubted that she was telling the truth about not sleeping with anyone else, he didn't now.

He pushed more and more inside her until his balls rested against her pussy. He began a slow steady rhythm. Pulling part of the way out then pushing back in. Heather's arms wound around his shoulders, pulling him onto her so their chests touched and his mouth was within easy aim of hers. For a long time they lay entwined that way, him still inside her as they simply kissed, a sexy yet loving open-mouthed kiss. Finally, Heather's hips began to move, and as she loosened up, Jake sped up his rhythm too. Faster and faster. All the way out, all the way in. 

After about ten minutes of furious stroking, he felt himself reaching the end. Before, he'd had so much control, but now...god. It had been so long, and heaven help him, he loved Heather so much.

"Oh baby, I'm going to cum," he warned her on a groan. He'd lost count of the times Heather had spasmed around his cock, so he knew he wasn't leaving her high and dry.

She gripped him tighter and whispered into his ear, "I love you, Jake. Come inside me. Please."

He could feel the hot cum traveling up his pounding cock and knew he couldn't hold back any more. And as she felt the stream of his seed entering her, she came also. She felt the waves of satisfaction overwhelming her senses and almost passed out from the rush. 

Jake, resting on top of her, finally caught his breath and rolled to her side. Sweat was pouring off him like he had run a marathon. He looked at the woman beside him, now watching him with a shy smile. Love poured from her eyes, her pupils still dilated from passion. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. 

Pulling her close to him, he wrapped his arms around her sweat-dampened body. Reaching down, he pulled the sheet over them. She lay her head on his chest and looked up at him. "This is the best birthday present I've ever received. I love you, Jake. I know I keep saying that, probably too much, but I can't help it."

He answered, "I love you too, Heather. I've missed you."

This time it was Heather who shifted over him, leaning down to kiss him before moving down his body, licking at his own nipples, dipping her tongue in his belly button. Getting between his legs, she took the head of his throbbing member into her mouth. Running her tongue around and around it, she tasted their combined fluids and looked as if she loved it. Sucking gently for a few moments, she began to run her tongue and lips up and down his now rock hard cock. 

The more she worked, the louder the moans Jake made were. He knew he was close to coming again and tried to reach down and pull her up to his chest. Heather just pushed his hands away and refused to stop the blowjob she was giving him. 

With a loud groan, Jake felt himself start to cum in her mouth. He expected Heather to finally pull away, but she didn't. She swallowed it all, and when he was finished, she pulled away and licked her lips as she crawled back into the shelter of his arms.


"As long as you love me, Jake, there's nothing I won't do for you," she told him.

With smiles on their faces, they each fell into a contented sleep.

EPILOGUE

"This view is beautiful," Heather told Jake as they snuggled, coffees in hand, and watched the early morning activity on the lake from the downstairs sofa. Jake leaned down and kissed the side of her face, commenting, "So are you."

Just then, the sound of something crashing in another room interrupted the wicked thoughts they'd each been entertaining. With a sigh, Heather told her husband, "I knew it was too good to be true. She's awake. I'll go see what the little terror has gotten herself into now."

But Jake held her back, insisting that she stay and enjoy the view and her coffee. "You're too soft with her. I'll handle it this time."

Heather watched him go with a smile, silently thinking that Jake would crumble like a cookie when their daughter batted her pretty little four-year-old eyes at him and denied any wrongdoing.

Thinking back, Heather thanked God for her blessings. She knew she must have gotten pregnant on her birthday, when she and Jake had first made love again. To be honest, she'd taken herself off the pill when Jake had moved back to town, hoping they'd end up in bed together. It probably wasn't the most honest thing she'd ever done, but she'd hoped Jake was giving her a baby that night, especially since he hadn't mentioned the possibility of marriage again. And it had worked. Jake hadn't even hesitated to propose - actually to demand that she marry him - when she told him she was expecting. 

Looking back over the past five years, there had been the usual ups and downs every marriage went through. If anything, she and Jake had had more ups than downs, each being careful of stirring up old ghosts and being extra sensitive to how precious their relationship now was. They had had to work hard to rebuild that lost trust, to put past heartaches behind them. Finding out she was pregnant with their first child had helped, and they'd named their daughter Faith because of the hope she'd brought them and because of their renewed committment to a shared future.

Their love had nearly destroyed them both, but in the end, it had also been their salvation. They had made it. 

With a quiet smile, Heather listened as something else crashed, her little girl giggled helplessly and Jake's stern voice commanded, "Faith, put that down, right now!"

She couldn't wait to tell him another one was on the way...