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Jim and Sharon Ch. 01

By: curious2c



Our kids were gone now. Off living their lives, either in college or out on their own. Sharon and I had gotten married right out of high school. My name is Jim. This is my story of how I messed up my marriage, and how we ended up living the life we do now.

Sharon had always been a very beautiful lady. Her long black hair cascaded down around her shoulders, enhancing her body as she walked or stood. We dated through high school and after graduation, during my first year in college, we got married.

Our sex life while often, was not probably as exciting as most people's. Sharon didn't care to perform orally on me, usually I felt lucky to get a lick or two and a real good hot night would entail her actually letting me into her mouth a little ways.

Mostly our sex was missionary position and once in a long while, if she was really worked up, maybe doggie style. I think she was more concerned that she didn't appear to be slutty or liking sex too much. Proper being a key word in her thinking.

Anyway, we loved each other, so the sex really wasn't an issue between us. If I pressed, she would almost always offer herself up to me. No bad feeling or anger either. Our love for each other giving us respect for each other too. There were times when I wanted to try something, but didn't out of deference to her.

Life went on and one day I realized that I was forty eight years old, and hadn't experienced many things that I always dreamed of doing. I guess I went a bit middle-aged crazy. I had gotten a bit...well, I had a paunch over my belt line and some large love handles. 

In my desire to change or capture some kind of youth I had missed, I decided to start working out. I joined a gym near where I worked and began to work out four times a week. I became a serious body builder in a matter of three weeks, really trying my best to change my shape and get fit too.

In the process of my workouts I obtained a trainer to assist me. My work life was boring and I am sure that it had showed since I had been passed over for the last three promotions. I felt like I had little to lose, and my workouts provided me a way to escape the painful knowledge that I wasn't going to go up to where I had dreamed of being. I guess the whole thing between Sharon and I started about four or five months after I started to work out. I began to notice a difference in my energy levels and I began to see a bit of change in my shape. The amount I worked out seemed to become longer the closer I came to achieving my goals.

My trainer had become a ghost. He would be there if I became stuck in a routine or if I needed a boost, but mostly I was now on my own. I had built up a confidence that I had been lacking for quite some time. I was feeling pretty damn good all around.

One day I stood in front of the mirrors at the gym and was giving myself a critical once over, looking to see what needed more work. This young lady came up behind me and stood looking at me too. She was about the same height as Sharon, and had dark hair too. 

Other than that, her body was tight and toned, very athletic. Her breasts, while smaller than my wife's, still had a nice shape to them. I could see her hard little nipples sticking out under her skin tight warm up suit.

She admired my body and made a few comments to me about it, causing me to blush. I was probably old enough to be her father, and I could see that she was coming on to me even in spite of our age differences.

Over the course of the next few weeks she was around when I was almost constantly. Eventually she asked me if I would spot for her as she used free weights. Since that seemed like an innocent enough request I did. 

Of course, she soon had me doing free weights. I had been using machines only and not needing assistance at all that way, but her knowledge of free weights and her enthusiasm captured my attention. She showed me the proper ways to lift and pretty soon we were working out together, spotting each other as we did.

I'd come home from the gym upbeat and even though a bit tired from the workouts, wanting to chase Sharon around the house. She was getting a bit tired of my daily pressure for sex. I guess my energy levels had begun to change my needs sexually and I forgot that Sharon wasn't in shape like I was.

Matter of fact she had let herself go quite a bit after the last baby. Her tummy had a paunch and she was carrying quite a few extra pounds on her hips and sides too. I could still see the beauty I had married years ago, but she was hiding it for the most part.

One night we had a fight of sorts over sex. A first for us. I came home and wanted to play and Sharon had enough. She read me the riot act over my increasing sex drive and how tired she was taking care of the house. I fired off something about her body and how she had let herself go too far. I felt bad as I slept on the couch that night. I had hurt her feelings not meaning to.

A week later, at the gym, Gwen, my workout partner began to come on a bit more. I didn't notice it at first. Then one night she actually rubbed against my cock with her hand as I was lifting a bench press. She straddled over my chest to spot me, claiming it was better for her to do it that way. 

As I began to lift her hand dropped as she bent down lower and I felt her rubbing my cock. I got hard almost instantly. I was struggling to set the weights down on the catches as she continued to stroke me through my shorts. I heard her laugh as the weights went onto the pegs. 

She had managed to get my cock outside of my shorts and was pretending to cover me with her hands. What she was doing was stroking me as I tried to get out from under the bar to stop her. I banged my head pretty hard and laid back down. She lowered her body down onto my chest and I found myself trapped.

Her back to me, she played with my cock for a bit them tucked it away back in my shorts.

"It looks like it needs some attention Jim. It's so hard and purple. I'll bet it hasn't seen a nice tight pussy in a long time has it?"

"I'm not going to answer that. What are you trying to do? You know I am married. I can't..."

"Oh come on Jim. We're both adults here. I have been trying to get you to come on to me and then I realized that I was going to have to take matters into my own hands...so to speak. I can tell you want me. Look how hard you are."

"My wife...look what you did could get any man hard. Yes it felt kinda good, but I'm happily married and..."

"Happily? Come on Jim. This isn't about your marriage. It's about our needs. You know we both want this. I want your hard cock just as much as you want my tight little pussy. It won't hurt for us to check each other out one time. Live a little."

"I can't. I love my wife. I can't cheat on her."

"Don't you find me attractive Jim?"

"Well...yes, but..."

"I see you looking at my tits when you don't think I can see you. I know you want to lick and suck them. Don't you?"

"Yes but..."

"Haven't you also checked out my pussy outline quite a bit too? I see you licking your lips from time to time when you stare at my crotch."

"Yeah, well those tight clothes..."

"Tight to show you what I have to offer you Jim. I have wanted you for a long time. Come here baby, let me show you what I want."

She took my hand and led me out to her car. She pressed against me as we stood outside and ran her hands over my chest and down to my cock. She squeezed my shaft and then undid her top to release her breasts. I couldn't help myself. 

Before I knew what had happened, we were in her car, fucking hard and fast. Her pussy was so tight and wet I marveled at just how it felt. Her tongue was busy in my mouth as I rammed into her. Her hands busy caressing my body.

Afterwards, sitting side by side in the back seat she nestled her head under my head and lightly kissed my chest, licking my nipples and then sucking on them a bit. I found my hands caressing her breasts, feeling her firmness and her hard little nipples, still begging for more.

She drove us to her place, which was just a few blocks away and we spent an hour in her bed, fucking. After the second time we laid together and rested a bit. I got up to go back to the gym and as I stood Gwen sat up and took my cock into her mouth.

I stood there and watched as she began to suck my cock like a pro. I had never had a blowjob like this before. Her lips were tight on my shaft as she would go down, taking me all the way inside her hot mouth, then she would slowly raise up, letting my cock slide ever so gently through her lips. She was savoring every inch of me, looking into my eyes as she did.

It didn't take long and I was warning her I was about to cum. Instead of pulling off, she grabbed the cheeks of my ass and really began to jam her head up and down on my shaft. I began to cum when her lips were on my balls, and she didn't stop or pull off a bit. I shot my load deep into her throat, a first for me ever.

As I drove home I felt guilty and ashamed. I had cheated on my loving and faithful wife. I had also had the best sex I had ever had too. I was torn for a while and almost told Sharon at one point. I then decided that would hurt her too much. I was going to treat this as a one time fling and never do it again.

Except, I didn't. The next time I went to work out Gwen and I ended up at her place again. We had more hot sex...Gwen let me cum in her mouth again, and I got to lick and suck on her pussy too. After a few weeks it was the rule rather than an exception. I forgot about my earlier feelings of guilt. I felt like quite the stud too.

One night we were having sex and I took a small break to clean up a bit. As I came out of the bathroom Gwen met me at the door, still naked. She jumped up into my arms and as I grabbed her bottom, her legs went around my back. I felt her pussy slipping along my cock, inhaling me to her depths. We fucked standing up like that until we both came.

It was the most memorable sex I had ever had up until that night. As I left her place I saw a familiar car across the street. It was an old friend and his wife. I had been caught. I sweated it out for a month, then decided that they hadn't realized who it was they saw coming out of Gwen's place. Boy was I wrong about that.

They had not only seen it was me, they had put two and two together. His wife called Sharon, who knew about it for six months before dropping the bomb on me one night. I sat in my house, feeling the hurt and pain I had caused my loving wife and not being able to fix it. I felt as low as I had ever felt. I was sure I had lost her with my crazy middle-age crisis.

If I had known the can of worms I had opened up by cheating on Sharon, I would have never done it. Even though I had enjoyed it, the pain I had seen in my wife's face had cut me deep. I hadn't thought or even given a little thought to how it would hurt her. I had only thought about my pleasures.

What happened was one night soon after that fateful night, Sharon mentioned that she wanted to get back into shape. She told me that after seeing me get so much energy and begin to look so studly again, she wanted to do the same. I encouraged her, since I saw it as a winning situation for me. 

Then she told me she wanted to go to a different gym. One closer to our home. I tried to get her to go to the one I went to, hoping that would help me to stop my fling with Gwen. Sharon insisted that she wanted to go workout by herself instead.

I next tried to talk her into letting me go to that gym and we could work out together. Sharon wouldn't budge on that either. She told me that she wanted to workout by herself that I would be a distraction.

I went along with her, hoping that I would be able to either get her to switch or that I would switch to her gym. What I didn't know was that Sharon already knew about Gwen and I and she had a plan to get even. 

The first thing I did notice was that our sex life dropped to nil. All that meant was that I was going to Gwen more and more. Had I known that Sharon wasn't having sex with me because of my cheating, I would have quit and hoped for her to forgive me. I still did, after all, love my wife.

I was confused by how it all happened. I know that I should have been much stronger in my resistance and probably even quit going to that gym. I know that Gwen was just out for some sex, no strings attached. She liked older married men because they didn't kiss and tell. They also didn't want to marry her either. 

I was an easy mark and Gwen put out the right words and actions to lure me in. I was willingly led into her web. I am not excusing my actions, what I did was wrong and so hurtful to the one person I loved most in life. I was the lowest form of life and felt so too. Only my knowledge came too late for both of us. The damage was done. 

Jim and Sharon Ch. 02



Jim and I had been married young. I was a virgin when we crossed the threshold on our wedding night. I had been raised to be a 'good' girl...what ever that meant. My mother, whom I am still very close to had always drilled into my mind just what a good girl would or wouldn't do in all matters.

Our first mother daughter talk had been her pretty much telling me that I would wait for marriage to have sex of any kind. That there were forms of sex that were good between a husband and wife and other types and ways that would surely lead to the demise of the marriage.

Good girls and wives didn't enjoy sex too much. If you did your husband would lose respect for you, thinking that you were a slut or whore. Good girls didn't touch a man's penis unless it was absolutely necessary. "Sex is best enjoyed in what they call the missionary position" Momma would say. "Never stray from that and you will do fine all your married life."

So you see, I was pretty much brainwashed into a very straightlaced and of course boring sexual partner for my husband. In spite of that, we had fallen in love and had two great kids who were now out on their own in college.

Over the years I had discovered that I had urges to do things sexually but with the repression my mother had drilled into me, I never could go very far. There had been times that I wanted nothing more than to take Jim's penis between my lips and swallow his whole shaft as far as I could. To taste his juice as it shot out of the end and even have him shoot it all over my body.

I could tell that it was hot when it came out, and from time to time when I would lick him down there, I could get a little taste of his sperm. I had found that I really liked that taste. But, with the 'training' my mother had put me through, I could never bring myself to go very far at all orally or for that matter, any other way.

Once, Jim had almost shot off in my mouth when I had been licking him. I had actually put the head of his penis just inside my lips when it happened. I feigned anger and got out of bed to go to the bathroom and gargle and brush my teeth. In reality, I stood in the bathroom with the door closed and savored his taste.

I was so fearful that Jim would lose respect for me and leave me that I pretty much became the stereotypical next to frigid wife. I would have sex with him on his demand...only because my mother had told me that was what was expected of a wife.

Deep down, I would have initiated sex quite a bit more than Jim had I had the nerve and strength to push for it. On a few nights when I would be really hot and into the moment I had let Jim do me doggie style. It was a rush for me and afterwards I noticed that my husband hadn't seemed to have lost any respect for me at all. 

Anyway, to shorten this story up a bit. The kids were gone and Jim had gotten this middle-aged crazy thing going on. He had started to work out at the gym and after a few months I began to see such a change in his body and attitude I was a bit astonished. 

He was looking good. His stomach had gotten flat again and even toned enough to start to show his 'six-pac'. His energy had gone up too. Then, one night I began to notice things. His discussion would center on his workout partner, whom I assumed was a man.

I found out a few months later that his workout partner was a young woman almost our daughters age. June and Bob, some friends of ours saw Jim, my husband, leaving a young girls apartment one night. She kissed him at the door as he left the building. They said she wasn't wearing much if anything.

Jim hadn't seemed to have changed a bit towards me, but when June told me, even though I refused to believe her, I began to get suspicious. I thought that it was a case of mistaken identity. That a simple explanation would surface for it if it had been Jim there that night.

Then, one night I followed him to the gym. He went in and a few minutes later, left with her on his arm. They got in her car and drove to that apartment that Bob and June had told me they saw Jim leaving. 

After two hours, Jim and that little home wrecker drove back to the gym where they both went in and worked out for a half an hour more. I drove home devastated and shocked. My husband was cheating on me with a young girl...a little tramp that was our daughters age.

I kept my composure until late that night after Jim came home. While he slept, I sat in the kitchen and cried for a long time. I was afraid that I was going to lose my husband. That he didn't want me or love me any more. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that if I were Jim I wouldn't want me either.

My breasts were sagging, I had gained too much weight, my stomach stuck way out over my waist. I looked like a large overripe pear. Ugly and fat is what I was. The only good thing was that I had no stretch marks to speak of. Jim had faithfully massaged oils and creams on my tummy every night for most of my two pregnancy's and that had helped to keep them to a minimal condition.

For a few weeks after my discovery I just moped around, waiting for Jim to drop the bombshell and tell me he was leaving me for that...that...bitch. Depressed, I started to stay home more and more, never going out. Jim noticed that I wasn't feeling well and commented several times but I brushed him off.

I worked to hide the fact that I knew he was cheating on me, even having sex on demand when he wanted it. Then came the night of our fight. I had a long and tiring day at home cleaning and doing laundry. Several big jobs had needed done and tackling them, I over did it quite a bit.

Jim came home all worked up and hot to trot. He pressed for sex and I got mad, knowing that he had already had sex probably and now wanted more. I thought that he was trying to hide the fact that he had been fucking already that day to throw me off.

We fought and he slept on the couch. I will say that he looked and probably felt guilty that night for sure. I could see it on his face for the first time as I handed him the pillow and blankets. He almost said something then, but I shoved him out the door of our bedroom and slammed it tight, locking it.

The next day I got angry at him. Angry as I ever had been. Then I knew what I had to do. If he was going to divorce me, then by God I was going to make it the hardest thing for him to do. I was going to change my body just like he had done his and then I was going to get a lover and in front of Jim fuck that lover's eyeballs out.

Then, I was going to do things with that lover that we had never done as a man and wife. Why, I might even try anal sex just to show Jim what he was going to lose. Deep down I still loved Jim as much as I ever had. He had pushed me too far now though. I was going to have my revenge, and if he left me afterwards...then so be it. Bastard!

I had a time convincing Jim that I had to work out alone. At first he wanted me to go to his gym to workout. Like I would have wanted to be around his slut while showing my ugly body so she could compare mine with her young and tight one.

I started to work out at a different gym, one closer to home. I got a trainer, a large strong and very well built young man who was also nice. Even though I felt ugly and fat, he was able to talk to me directly about my body and show me what I could do to change myself for the better. Without making me feel ugly or fat. 

He worked with me for several months every day. I worked out seven days a week for the first three months and then backed off to about every other day. It paid off in my dropping more weight than even my trainer thought I would. I still saw a saggy chested old fat woman in the mirror though. 

My trainer tried his best to convince me that I was looking real good but I just couldn't see it. I felt inside like a fat ugly old woman. After all, my husband had been cheating on me probably because of the way I looked hadn't he?

I continued to work out with a vengeance, even though less than at first. I was working out at home on my off days and taking a run in the afternoons before Jim would get home. I couldn't see what everyone else was seeing at all.

One day I found myself surrounded by men at the gym during my workout. They were all hitting on me, and serious about it too. I was stunned, then a quite a bit pleased. I looked in the mirror after they had given up on me and went off onto their own workouts. What I saw was still the same woman, maybe a tad bit thinner and a little bit more tone than a few months ago.

The truth was I was in the best shape I had ever been in. I was looking even better than I had in high school, if that was possible. Pretty soon I noticed men checking me out constantly. At the gym, in the grocery store, on my runs, going here and there. Always men looking, commenting, even whistling time to time.

Even though I didn't feel beautiful the looks and comments and being hit on began to have an effect. Even Jim had begun to comment on how beautiful I was looking. I knew that we hadn't had sex for a long time, since that night of our fight as a matter of fact. But I also knew that he hadn't missed any sex either.

One day at the grocery store a guy hit on me. I decided to play along and see where it lead. Before I knew it, I had given him my phone number and name. He knew I was a married lady, yet he still tried to get me to go with him for lunch and a drink. When we parted in front of the store, he kissed my hand French style and gave me a look that sent a chill of sexual wantonness coursing through my body.

I got home and had to change my panties because I had literally soaked them through and through. I had his number and the next day, after quite a bit of hesitation, I finally called him and made a date to have coffee.

That coffee date we talked about everything under the sun. Later, after our second hour together, we were even talking about Jim and how he was cheating on me. He couldn't believe that Jim would cheat on me since I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen before.

His words and compliments caused me to tremble as I found a desire grow inside. I wanted this man badly. I wanted him to take me and fuck me like I had never been fucked before. I was at that point ready to do anything he wanted. I would have, had he tried. I would have let him fuck me anywhere and everywhere he wanted.

Our 'date' ended with him dropping me at home. I felt like a school girl just after a first date that had gone exceptionally well. I went in the house singing and had to change panties due to the fact that I had soaked the ones I had on.

Over the course of the next five days I found my prospective lover to be charming, intelligent and quite knowing in the ways of women. He listened to me, not pretending, but actually listening. He made me feel special inside and also quite hot too. Mark knew just what to say to a woman to get her attention and attentions pointed in the direction he wanted.

I told him about my wanting to get even with Jim, but also how I still loved my husband too. How I wanted to get even one time, then never cheat on him again, and hopefully he would never cheat on me again either.

He helped me to come up with a plan. One that had I thought about it a bit more than I did, I would have known it was a bit too much for Jim to handle. I was still angry and hurt though and Mark's plan seemed to be just what the doctor ordered.

By the time my plan was in motion, Jim had broken off with his little tramp. She had gone on to another married man within a week too. I made Jim suffer with no sex for a bit longer until the night I was ready to put my final part of the plan in action. He was almost begging for it by the night Mark was due to come over.

That night when Jim walked into the house he was in for the longest night of his life. I had the weekend planned to the minute and was fully prepared to get even. I shocked Jim at the door and he never had a chance after that.

He hadn't seen my flat tummy at all since I had lost the weight and gained the toned body. I had been always turned away, dressed in long flannel granny nightgowns or baggy clothes when he was around. Not much touching going on either. I had everything ready to go just before Jim got home. I called Mark and told him I was ready and he said he'd be right over.

Up to this point all Mark and I had ever done is talked and once or twice, kissed. He had coped a few feels of my breasts and once in a while my ass, but we had not gone past that point. His patience was about to pay off huge. Just as Jim was about to pay the piper huge too.

Mark had talked me into shaving my pussy and also into getting some 'toys' too. He even took me down to the adult bookstore to get them. I had never been to one of 'those' places and was embarrassed to death. I still went in and bravely purchased the items Mark picked out for me. The guy behind the counter leered at me as I paid for my items. I was wearing a tube top and miniskirt, mostly because Mark had dared me to. I found that showing off my body like this was a very liberating experience. Even though the guy behind the counter was a bit...well...fat and not all that clean looking, I felt my nipples harden and pussy begin to drip at his bold stare.

I found that the toys, while not as good as the real thing, did get me off quite well. Mark had talked me into getting a couple of different sized vibrators and dildos, an anal probe, and some videos. I got carried away while in the store and even got a few magazines.

By the time the big night had arrived, I was fast becoming addicted to the porno's and magazines I had bought. I had used all of my new toys and even had pushed one of the smaller dildos up my rear while masturbating with a larger one in my pussy. 

Mark had told me to practice sucking on the biggest dildo's and figure out how to take all of them fully into my mouth and down my throat. He had told me that act alone would drive Jim nuts, especially when he wasn't the first man to get to have my new skills tried out. 

Mark was so persuasive that he had gotten around to talking to me about every aspect of what to expect and what I would be doing when he came over and we had sex. I had been masturbating and imagining Mark and I together for three weeks by the time the big night arrived. I was so ready to fuck Mark it wasn't funny.

A few days before the event, I shaved, oh so carefully, my rather large bush. I finished up having a nice short trimmed strip running from the top of my pussy lips up about three inches. I had trimmed it down to a nice inch and a half width. I could see my pussy lips clearly for the first time in my life and after shaving I spent about an hour with a mirror just looking at the shape of a place I had not ever paid much attention to before.

I found that I liked the look of how my pussy was and if I could have, I think I would have tried to kiss those tender lips. I felt a change developing inside me that scared yet excited me at the same time. I was beginning to see my body as others did, though not fully what it was yet.

When Jim walked through the door the night of his punishment he was not ready for the sight of me. I had the lights down low, soft music playing, candles lit all over the living room and hallway. Our bed, made with fresh sheets, no blankets, some pillows not for sleeping but for fucking, and a chair at the foot of our bed. His fancy office desk chair that he had paid a bundle for. 

I had made up some velcro strips of cloth to bind Jim up with. I was confident that he wouldn't be able to free himself once I had him tied up in his fancy chair. That chair that had moveable arms, backrest, legs, and everything else under the sun. It leant itself to the nights festivities.

Jim opened the door to see the candles and then his eyes caught sight of me. I had gotten a real sexy camisole/panty set. It was almost see-through, and it fit me very well. Mark had almost swallowed his tongue when I had picked it out in the store. I held it up to my body and spread it out and several men in the vicinity had stopped to gawk at me.

I had also gotten my hair done at the salon that morning. I had it up in a nice curled style with ringlets cascading around my face. It made me look years younger, even in broad daylight. My hairdresser had really done a great job on me.

Jim was shocked, then flat at a loss for words when he stepped inside. I smiled at him, as if there wasn't a problem in the world between us. I opened my arms to him and took him in a large tight hug. I rubbed my body against his, feeling his shaft swelling and getting hard.

"Sharon...wow! You look...beautiful. I have never seen you...wow! You look fabulous. God, you are so beautiful. What's going on? Um...not that I'm complaining or anything..."

"I've felt bad Jim. We haven't had sex in so long...and you've been working so hard. We need a break. I am really, really horny...did I say that out loud? I did didn't I?"

"You? You're horny Sharon? I've never heard you say that before."

"Yeah? Well I've never been this horny before either. I want to try something tonight. I want to get...um...kinky. Real kinky. You won't think I'm a slut or anything will you Jim?"

"Uh...no! What did you have in mind?"

Jim was about ready to cum in his pants as I rubbed against his body. I could tell I had him way off guard and upset too. He didn't know if he was coming or going. He even looked around like he had come home to the wrong house or something.

Then, I saw a guilty look cross his face. I could tell he was about to tell me about that little bitch and I couldn't let him ruin my plans. I pressed my lips to his and then began to tongue his mouth intensely, not giving him a chance to talk. As I kissed him, I undid the buttons on his shirt and then his pants, tugging his clothes off as I crawled all over him. Pretty soon he was in just his socks and shorts. I grabbed his hand and leading him down the hall I began to tell him of the kinky thing I wanted to do.

"Jim, don't think I'm losing it or anything, but I want to try something I read about the other day. It really got me going when I read it. Promise you won't laugh at me?'

"Uh...yeah, but first there's something I need to tell you Sharon...I've..."

"It can wait Jim. First, sit down in your chair right there. I want to...well...I want to tie you up kind of like you're my prisoner. Then I want to tease you to get your secrets out of you. I am going to use every trick in the book to get you to tell the secrets of the country you work as a spy for."

"What? You want to play act?"

"Yeah. It's supposed to be great fun, for both parties Jim. Come on...try it...you'll like it."

"Oh man...Sharon...there's just something I got to tell you first. I..."

"Here. Let me put these on your legs first. There...not too tight are they?"

"Uh...no...but..."

"Allrighty then... now put your arms here like so...there...now I'm putting these around your arms to tie you like so...how's that? Not too tight are they?"

"No...look Sharon...there's something that's been on my mind and I need to tell you...mmmph...whuuu..."

"I'm putting this in your mouth like a gag. It's part of the game Jim. There...now...the fun begins."

Jim couldn't say or do anything now. I had tied him up and then gagged him. I kept up the pretense of the 'game' while I was waiting for Mark to show up. I began to lick and kiss Jim's chest, moving down slowly towards his now throbbing cock. 

He struggled a bit, then getting into my 'game' he relaxed and went with the flow. Just what I wanted him to do. I kept kissing and licking and pretty soon I was just above his crotch. He was still wearing his shorts, so I got the shears off the dresser and cut his shorts along each side, allowing me to remove the fronts of them with out undoing his ties. He shivered as the cold steel of the shears moved near his most precious of bodily parts. For an instant I wanted to miss a bit and snip his penis right off...but I held my temptation at bay and kept up the game.




Jim and Sharon Ch. 02



After I had him free, I began to kiss my way back down to his now very throbbing cock. I took it in one hand and began to lick him all over. Then, before he could get into my licking, I opened my mouth and let his shaft begin to slip inside. He gasped through the gag as my lips tightened around him. I had half his penis in my mouth, way farther than I had ever gone before. 

Jim just about came at that point alone. I held back and he calmed down, his eyes showing a mixture of passion and wonder at the 'new' me. The old me would have never dressed like this, thought of a game, or even taken half his penis into her mouth.

I then broke free, hearing Mark's car pull into the driveway. I stood and pulled out more ties I had made up and put them on Jim's arms and legs. Now there was no way in hell he would be able to get free. I then pushed the back of his chair up high as I could get it and tied his head so he couldn't turn it at all. He would have to watch as my lover took his wife every way in front of him.

Jim started to struggle as Mark walked into the room. I smiled an evil smile at Jim as his look became one of fear and realization of what may be happening. I turned and opening my arms wide, hugged Mark in close to me, planting a long, wet kiss, complete with lots of tongue, on him. Jim was trying to break free and Mark nervously looked towards him for an instant.

"He can't get loose Mark honey. Get undressed and show my cheating husband a real man's cock."

Jim froze at my words. I could see tears in his eyes as I turned to watch Mark strip. I didn't look at him again for fear that I would break down and back out of my planned revenge. I had to get even so bad, I was willing to go to any lengths to accomplish my ends.

Mark stripped and when he was completely naked, he turned showing me and Jim for that matter the cock that was going to be rutting in me in just a little bit. I licked my lips subconsciously as I looked at his large swelling cock.

Soft, Mark was longer and bigger around than Jim. I hoped that I would be able to take all of the monster shaft inside my tight little pussy. Jim was struggling hard again and yelling into the gag. I kept my attention on Mark and began to caress his body as he stood two feet in front of Jim, naked and getting an erection. 

I ran my hands all over his hard sculpted body and soon my hands were both down around his cock, stroking and holding it. I knelt in front of him, my side to Jim. He would now see his wife suck a large hard cock all the way into her throat. Like I had never done for him in our years together.

Mark's hands were in my hair, caressing as my lips touched the end of his long hot shaft. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick him all over. From tip to base and back up again. Jim got quiet as I kept up my 'work' on Mark.

Mark began to talk, telling Jim what an idiot he was for cheating on me and driving me into his arms like this.

"Man, I have to thank you Uh...Jim is it? Yeah...Jim. Well, if you hadn't cheated on your wife with the little gym tramp, she would have been doing this for you right now. Yep. Look at Sharon's tongue on my hard shaft Jim. Doesn't that look beautiful?"

I was paying attention to Mark's cock and not looking at Jim at all. I was still afraid that I would back out of the whole deal if I did. I knew that Jim had to suffer for his cheating on me. I couldn't have done it if I had seen any kind of look in his eyes at that moment.

"Yeah Jim old boy. Sharon and I haven't done anything together yet, except for going to the bookstore for some..toys. Tonight, she is going to give herself to me. I'll get to fuck that sweet tight little pussy, kiss and suck those delectable tits, and have her suck my cock until I shoot a huge load right down her throat. Hey, did she tell you that she has been practicing on sucking cocks? Yeah, those dildos come in right handy for training purposes."

My cheeks were burning as I heard Mark tell My husband what I was going to be doing for him. Jim just sat still as near as I could tell, I didn't look yet. I just kept up licking and sucking on that magnificent cock at my disposal.

Suddenly, I felt Mark tense up. I could feel his cock throbbing and then it began to jerk. I moved my head up and held it just inside my lips. When he began to shoot his hot cum I opened my mouth wide open and held his cock so that he was shooting his cum through the air into my mouth. 

I knew that this would drive Jim crazy. To see his prim and oh so proper wife acting like such a slut. Catching another man's cum in her mouth and then swallowing it like a fine wine. Mark came a huge amount and I had to swallow three times. The last bit I kept in my mouth and then moved to squat in front of Jim. 

Looking into his pained eyes I let him see Mark's cum coating my mouth. Then I bent my head down, letting that cum run out and fall over his cock. It was soft, and the small amount that dropped out of my mouth covered his whole cock like a white frosting. Then, while Mark looked on, I licked that cum off of my husbands cock and then let him see me swallow it all.

Jim moaned. More of a pained heart than a sexual need. His look of pain and suffering almost made me quit right there. Then Mark began to talk, probably saving me from stopping right there.

"Hey Jimbo...did that little whore ever do that for you? Swallow all your cum? Lick it up like Sharon did and then swallow it like it was the nectar of the God's? I'll bet not. She may be a fair to middling fuck, but I know her type...no go on oral sex. Doesn't want to muss her makeup. Am I right? Yeah...I know I'm right about that little slut. Your wife is ten thousand times more of a sexual dynamo than that little whore. What an idiot you turned out to be."

What Mark did was re-enforce my resolve. Had I known that she had in fact been the first woman to ever suck Jim off and swallow his cum...well it would have only made it a bit sweeter for me at that moment.

I sucked Jim's cock fully inside my mouth, but he was remaining soft. So...he was not liking this at all was he? That knowledge made me feel quite strong and it also let me know that my revenge would be very, very sweet.

Mark took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Hugging me close, he began to stroke my body all over. When his hands began to caress my breast's I heard Jim moan. Thinking he may be getting into this sight before him I chanced a glance. I saw tears running down his face, his pain evident.

'Good,' I thought to myself; 'He deserved some pain for the pain he caused me.'

I was feeling vindictive as Mark gently kissed my breasts. Pretty soon he was licking and sucking on my nipples, causing me to get very wet and forget all about my cheating husband sitting two feet away from me.

Marks fingers were probing my pussy lips and even my tight little rear hole too. I had never thought of anal sex much. Other than how much it would hurt. Now I was thinking that I just might let Mark take my anal virginity right here in front of my husband.

Pretty soon I could hardly stand anymore. I was wet, and my clit was throbbing so much it almost hurt. Mark picked me up and gently laid me on the bed. He took one leg in each hand and spread me wide open. Jim was able to see my pussy and ass clearly as Mark slipped in close to me.

His hands never let go of my ankles so now my legs were bent back so that my knees were on each side of my shoulders. I could tell by the cool air on my pussy, that I was so open that Mark could have taken any hole he wanted down there and I would not have been able to stop him. As if I would have wanted to at that point.

Suddenly I felt the head of Marks cock rubbing my sopping wet lips. That hot hard end of his shaft slipping between my tender soft lips. I was moaning, in high sexual heat, wanting to be fucked. Mark teased me for quite a bit before pushing inside me. I felt my lips spread wide. Wider than they had ever been spread, even with the large dildo I had been using.

In little back and forth moves Mark slowly worked in his hard shaft, until he was half way inside my tight little pussy. He held still, letting me get used to his girth and length. Already he was touching places inside me that had never felt a man's cock.

I was whimpering, almost begging him to ram me hard and fast. I wanted to cum on his cock as he plowed me deep and hard. Instead, he held in the same position waiting for some sign, some signal from me that I evidently wasn't giving him. 

Desperate, I began to beg loudly for him to fuck me. Only I was telling him to make love to me.

"Mark...please. Make love to me baby. I want you to make love to me. Please baby. Please."

"Make love? Now what do you really want Sharon?"

Confused I looked at him wondering what he was asking me to do or say? I was in a dire need to get fucked. Yes...that was it. He wanted me to beg him to FUCK me.

"FUCK me Mark. Please. FUCK ME."

"Oh? You want me to fuck you? Really? Tell me what you really want Sharon."

"FUCK ME. Please Mark. Give me your huge cock. Let me feel you FUCK ME."

With those words I sealed my fate. Not that I would have tried to stop things by this time anyway. Mark pulled back until I thought he was going to pull out completely. Afraid that he was going to pull out I rolled my hips up in a needy and desperate attempt to keep his cock in me.

Suddenly, when I least expected it, but as I got my hips rolled up as far as I could as he held my legs, he rammed his full length inside of my still too tight pussy. The air was knocked out of me as his cock rammed in full length, burying its head deep inside me.

As I tried to catch my breath, Mark pulled all the way back out until just that fat head of his marvelous shaft was inside my lips and held there. I found my body moving to try to take him back inside and as my hip went up of their own volition, he once again rammed the full length back inside until his balls bounced off my little asshole.

Once again the air was knocked out of my lungs and I made a loud grunt as he bottomed out. This time he held his cock buried in me while my body began to move under him. I was out of my mind in the tension, the pain, and the pleasures that I was experiencing. 

My pussy was clasping his shaft, massaging him as it got used to this large intruder. As I began to relax, Mark sensed I was ready and in seconds I was being rammed by the pile-driver movement of that huge shaft.

Again and again that giant shaft parted my pussy lips and in and out it moved me to orgasm. In a matter of seconds I came. Then, about on each bottoming stroke I would cum again. Mark kept up the pace as I became one pile of female flesh, quivering in the massive orgasm's that didn't seem to lessen nor quit.

About the time that Mark got to the point of cumming, he pulled out. As his cock left my pussy it made a loud sloppy thpt. I looked at Jim, sitting there tied up so there was no way he could have just missed my royal fucking and saw his look of loss and emptiness. Then, Mark was straddling my chest, his wet and shiny cock right in front of me. 

I opened my mouth, my lips parting wide to allow his still hard cock to slip between them. Mark began to fuck my throat, and little by little he pressed inwards until on one quick stroke he slipped all the way in. 

I felt my throat muscles relax in a swallowing type movement and his shaft just pressed down, down, down. When his balls were rubbing my chin I knew that I had all of his shaft in my mouth and down my throat.

He held there for a bit, letting me get used to breathing around him. As he did I felt him turn a bit.

"So Jim. You ever get head like this before? Never knew that Sharon was such a good little cocksucker did you? Maybe she will only do this with real men though. Hmmmm...are you a real man Jim?"

I couldn't see Jim at all, Mark blocking my view like he was. I just closed my eyes and concentrated on sucking that wonderful orgasm producing cock. I wanted to pay tribute to this magnificent hard phallus that had just given me such depths of pleasure that I had almost passed out.

Then Mark turned back to me and began to literally fuck my mouth. His hands went to my head and as he held me, gently, he rammed his cock in and out of my mouth. I kept my lips as tight on his shaft as I could and when his cock head would bottom out it would send shock waves through my body that seem to center on my clit.

After only a little bit Mark couldn't hold back anymore and I felt his shaft begin to throb and quiver. He pulled out of my mouth, my head moving to try to keep him in. He moved to one side of me and as I turned to follow that wonderful cock he held my head still. 

My mouth open wide, my eyes on that cock, it began to erupt. Splashes of white rope began to cover my face, over my lips and chin, on my nose and then into my wide open mouth as I got a little movement and was able to position myself better to catch his cum.

I held his cum in my mouth for a bit, then swallowed it all. It tasted different than Jim's had as I remembered. Mark's cum was almost sweet to the taste. I quickly shoved my head back over his shaft as he loosened his grip and I began to relish his sweet taste. 

Mark let me clean his cock throughly and then he laid down on the bed next to me. Jim just sat in his seat motionless. I moved down to kneel between Marks spread legs and began to suck and lick his cock. I knew that Jim could see my pussy and how loose and wet it was from my orgasm.

I licked and sucked on Marks cock, suddenly realizing that he hadn't gotten the least bit soft. My hands were stroking him as my mouth covered every inch exposed. Then, as I really got into sucking him again, I took my hands away and moved to the side so that Jim would see me taking Marks cock on my own, all the way.

I was slowly taking him down to his base then up to his head again and again. Then on one downstroke, I managed to work my tongue out around that shaft and caress his balls. Mark moaned when I did that and I felt him throb. I kept my tongue out and stroked his shaft with my mouth, lips and tongue like that for a few minutes. 

Then I straddled him and taking his cock in one hand, guided him inside my pussy. After he was in me a ways I lowered my body down until my breasts were crushed on his strong and muscled chest. I began to work my body back and forth on his shaft, knowing that Jim could see Mark's large, long shaft plunging in and out of my still tight pussy. 

I could feel my pussy lips clinging to his shaft as I rode him. Tugging in and out. The sight must have been something to see. My little pussy, lips red and full of blood from the stimulation of Mark's monster cock, filling me up like it was.

Mark and I fucked for hours with only one break. After my umpteenth orgasm, Mark was done in. We spooned together and slept as Jim had to sit there and look. Hours later, as the sun crept into our room I woke up. Mark had gotten up and was taking a shower. Jim was fast asleep, head and body still tied like I had left him all night. I slipped into the bathroom and joined Mark in the shower.

I had become insatiable for his cock and his touch. I stepped up on the sides of the tub, and lowered my pussy down on that wet, soapy shaft and we fucked in the shower until we both came. Then I got off him and we cleaned up. Coming back into the bedroom, I saw that Jim was awake. 

I stood in front of him, naked. Marks cum was beginning to run down my legs and I saw Jim's eyes staring at it. Still feeling hurt by his cheating and a bit devilish, I crawled up and put my pussy in his face.

"Clean me up honey. You know you want to. Taste a real man's cum. Get to know it well husband. You are going to be cleaning me up quite a bit from now on."

Jim struggled to not let me touch him, but tied as he was he had no choice. As I rubbed my wet pussy up and down his face I saw a look in his eyes that made me decide to stop. I got off of him and looked into his eyes and saw a pain like I never had before. At that moment I knew I had gone too far.

I got Mark dressed and out the door as quickly as I could and then got dressed. After that I undid Jim's bindings. I wasn't sure how he would react or what he would do so after I got his head and arms loose I fled the bedroom and left him to finish getting loose. I didn't know what to expect.

I heard Jim moving around in the bedroom, then silence. I waited still, not sure what he was doing and not sure how he would be with me. I didn't think he would get violent, but I had pushed him harder than I had intended during my revenge.

Strangely enough, I had feelings of guilt and shame inside now too. I had cheated on my husband. For the first time ever, I had cheated. Not only that, but I had forced my husband to watch me cheat. Guiltily, I realized that in his cheating on me, he had hidden it so as to not hurt me...and I had rubbed his nose in my cheating...literally.

After a bit I heard Jim walking out the front door. He was leaving! Where was he going? I ran to the front door only to see Jim's car pulling out of the driveway. I could see stuff piled in his car too.

I went into the bedroom, that chair still there, the bindings in a pile around it. Looking around I saw the closet door open, and Jim's half...empty. The sudden shock that I might lose my husband now with my revenge was too much and I collapsed on the floor, tears, hot tears of guilt and pain running down my cheeks.



Jim and Sharon Ch. 03



When I pulled out of the driveway that morning, I didn't know where I was going. Sharon had so destroyed my thinking process I couldn't think straight at all. Her revenge had been totally a surprise and complete in its effectiveness. I knew that she would have done what she did only if she was planning on leaving me.

I had packed my things in a hurry and when I left the house I heard her running to the front door. I didn't look back as I fired up the car and pulled out. The last thing I saw was her standing in the doorway crying. 

I picked out the dive hotel just at random. Getting a room there for a couple of nights I crashed and slept. Fitful sleep that it was. I had dreams of me and Sharon, and in them I was trapped as Sharon danced around me laughing and teasing me. Then, there had been men there, taking her. All of them looking like that guy...what had she called him? Mark?

The next day I sat around and just tried to not think. It was impossible. I knew that I had really messed up when I had begun to cheat on Sharon with Gwen. I was sitting there, not sure what the next step was. Had Sharon done what she had to show me that she was through with me? Were we done? Had I thrown away all those good years for nothing? 

Around noon I found myself in a local bar getting plowed. I paid no attention to anyone, just the glass in front of me. The only friend I seemed to have now was Jack Daniels and truthfully, he wasn't doing much for me.

I closed the bar down and staggered back to my room. Once there, I spent quite a few hours on the floor next to the dinghy toilet. I hadn't drank like this in a long time and obviously, I had drank too much.

I crashed eventually, and still my sleep was bad dreams and nightmares. The next morning I woke up with cotton mouth and one hell of a headache. Painfully aware of the drinking I had done the night before. Taking some aspirin, I crashed in bed and slept. I woke up later in the evening, hungry, and with a headache still. 

I went out to a local greasy spoon and ate a bit. My head was pounding and I was lost in thought. Staring at the booth in front of me as I ate, I didn't notice the other person until they sat down in front of me.

Sharon sat there, a look of pain and suffering in her red rimmed eyes. Guiltily, I looked down at my plate. I was at a loss for words, wondering why she was here, how she had found me, why she had even gone looking for me. I also had a surge of anger like I had never had before.

"Jim." I said nothing. I didn't know what to say. I knew why she had done what she did, and I knew that my cheating had brought us to this. I wanted to just crawl away and die, and she wouldn't let me.

"Jim, please. We need to talk."

"What's to talk about Sharon? You found out that I was cheating on you. You got your revenge. I can't see us together anymore. Not now. I wasn't able to stay faithful and you had to do what you did to get even. Neither of us will trust each other again. What's the point?"

"Then, you don't want to try to keep our marriage together? You want to just give up? Go our separate ways? Is that it for us?"

"Keep our marriage together? Now? After I cheated on you? You got even, what more is there? Especially now, after the way you got even."

"You feel no love for me at all now then?"

"Sharon, I don't know what I feel right now. Your revenge shocked me. I never knew you were capable of doing what you did. How you did it was another thing too. Kind of...cruel, don't you think? I mean, while I cheated on you I at least tried to hide it from you. I didn't rub your face in it. That wasn't the act of a loving wife at all."

"What about you and that little slut? That wasn't cruel to me?"

Her voice rose as her anger got away from her. She stopped talking for a moment and visibly controlled herself. Glancing around she regained control of her emotions.

"Jim, I don't want to get angry and fight...especially here, in so public a place. Can we go home and talk?"

"Home? What home?"

"Please Jim. We need to talk, we have to figure out our next step."

"Look...I'm not sure I could forgive you for what you did, tying me up like you did, then extracting your revenge. You probably shouldn't forgive me for my cheating on you either. I'll find a place to stay and..."

"And what? Get divorced? Become statistics in a national average somewhere? Don't you love me anymore Jim? Look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me anymore."

It was hard for me to look up. Looking into her eyes was the hardest thing I had done in a long time. The pain, and love that I saw looking back was startling at first. Shame flowed through me. How could I have ever cheated on my wife like I had? How could I have ever wanted to cause her this pain? Why had she felt she needed to cause me such pain in retaliation?

As I looked back down I knew she had seen into the depths of my soul. I couldn't lie to her with my eyes and she had known that. Sharon had done the one thing that would cause me to come home. Forced me to look into her eyes and face the pain, face the love, and face myself.

"Jim, come home. We'll talk. We need to talk. We can get past this. We can move on and rebuild what we had. You need to come home. Tonight."

I had serious doubts that I could go on with her now. The way she had gotten even had been too much...far too much. I also knew that I had to think about things and decide the best course of action for me now as well. I decided to go home for at least one night.

"I'll get my things...be home in a while."

"NO. WE will get your things and go home together."

"Sharon...why? Why would you come after me? After what I did, after your...getting even...why?"

"You don't get it? I still love you Jim. I really do. I'm pretty sure you still love me too. Come home. Come home with me."

That drive home was one of the quietest drives we had ever taken together. I was stewing over her and her lovers actions and the more I thought about what had happened, the more a core of anger began to grow.

By the time we got home I was about ready to jump and run again. The anger I felt toward Sharon was so intense, so hotly focused, I doubted that I'd ever get over it. How dare she tie me up and force me to watch her with another man. At least I had tried to hide my indiscretions, she instead had forced me to see her cheat on me.

That, and her lovers remarks...I wanted to kill him for the things he had said and intimated towards me. By the time I got inside my anger had been simmering for quite some time. Sharon was going on like nothing was wrong.

"Jim, what do you want for supper?"

"Not a God-damned thing. I'm not hungry."

"What's wrong?"

"YOU. That's what's wrong. Yes, I cheated on you. Yes that was wrong. But I never did it in front of you, I never did it to hurt you. Right now, I'm not sure why I did it, but I do know I never intended to hurt you. YOU on the other hand intended to hurt me, to belittle me. I'm so pissed at you right now I can hardly think straight."

"Oh."

"OH? That's all you have to say to me? OH?"

Sharon turned and walked out of the room. I sat down heavily in my easy chair. My thoughts were dark and that anger still burned deep down. I knew that I would run into that asshole someday, and I would get my revenge.

Sharon stayed away from me for the rest of the night. At bedtime, my anger still simmering, I decided to sleep in the guest bedroom. As I went into our bed room to get some things, I saw that chair...still where it had held me so short a time ago. 

Seeing that chair brought back the memories of that humiliation and pain. I walked around it and got some things out of my dresser. Grabbing my pillow, I suddenly remembered seeing Sharon using it at one point to elevate her bottom for that...shuddering, I threw my pillow on the floor.

Sharon was sitting in her chair in the living room as I stormed by on my way to the guest bedroom.

"Going to bed are we?"

"I'M Going to be...in the guest bedroom. Alone. Stay the fuck away from me."

"Jim, you need to get over your anger."

"I need to get over my anger? You bitch. After what you did, and the way you did it...just stay away from me. I wish I hadn't let you talk me into coming back here. I'll be gone in the morning too, by the way."

She sat there like there was nothing wrong between us. Almost a smile on her lips as I stalked by. Sitting in the guest bedroom I suddenly got suspicious. Why was she so calm? Did she have something else planned for me now? I got up and locked the door to the bedroom. I also put a chair under the doorknob. No way was there anyone getting in here with me tonight.

My sleep was not very restful that night. I kept waking up, fearing that someone was standing over me, about to tie me up. By morning I felt ten times worse than the night before. As I got out of bed I was thinking about what my next move was going to be. 

I wanted to beat the hell out of Sharon and Mark...but I knew that would only end up with me in jail. Revenge coursed through my blood, my feelings still full of that hot anger deep inside. Sharon had not only succeeded in destroying my love for her, she had brought out a type of anger I didn't know how to deal with.

I dressed, then after some personal care, I grabbed my suitcase, still unpacked from the night before, and took it out to my car. Tossing it inside, I walked back into the house and into our bedroom. Sharon was still asleep, so I move quietly, and gathered up a few more items of mine and then I left.

I drove for hours...not very far in distance, but around and around, just trying to think. I found myself near a park, and just sat there for a few more hours, not really thinking of anything, but remembering that night. I had to figure out what to do, but the memories of how Sharon had gotten even with me burned into my consciousness, causing me to relive my pain.

I know that I had wronged her, and didn't deserve to be treated well, but her revenge...it had gone too far. Too much had happened now and there was no way I would ever be able to forgive her.

Settling down on the bench I worked out a temporary plan. As I sat there in the park I realized that my marriage was over. Strangely, I didn't feel too broke up about it...now. Before, if Sharon hadn't been quite so...vengeful, there might have been a slight chance that we could have fixed things. Now...that bridge had been burned. Into my mind, into my heart.

I managed to get to the bank before Sharon did...and probably not by much. I moved out half of everything, allowing for the years we had been happy together. I couldn't bring myself to take everything, even though my lawyer probably could have figured out a way to do just that. 

I next found a small apartment to rent. It was cheap as apartments go, and in a fair neighborhood. That made me think about my house. The house was in my name, and I knew that Sharon wouldn't be able to sell it without me signing papers, so I felt my investment was safe for now. 

I called my lawyer later that day. The last time we had talked I had been working on setting up our retirement plans. Living wills and some other legal papers had needed to be done so I'd begun the work on those. 

"Jim...how are you? All ready to come in and sign those living wills and stuff? Got 'em ready for you."

"Uh...actually no Sam. I'm needing a divorce lawyer now. That living will and those other papers are going to be on hold for quite some time."

"Divorce lawyer? Oh damn. I'm sorry to hear that Jim. I know of a few good ones, if you want I can give you their numbers."

"Oh...you don't do divorces then?"

"No I don't Jim. I do know a few good divorce lawyers though. Got a pen and paper handy?"

Getting the names and numbers of someone to help me get divorced was something I never thought I'd be doing. Especially this late in the game of life. Yet, here I was. I really only had myself to blame too. Had I not cheated on Sharon, she would not have felt a need to get even like she had. I had never known she could be so vindictive though. Never in a million years would I have expected her style of revenge.

After a few days, with everything in the works to separate from Sharon, I went to our house. Knocking on the door I found a red-rimmed eyed Sharon standing before me.

"Jim...I...your lawyer had some papers served on me this morning."

"Yeah. I know. I just stopped by to pick up a few things, that's all."

I was uncomfortable standing in the doorway of my own home, waiting for Sharon to let me in. I knew that she hadn't gotten a lawyer yet, and beyond that I wasn't sure what was on her mind.

"Is there a way we can stop this Jim? Isn't there any way you'll stay with me now?"

"Sharon...look...this was a bad idea on my part. I should have waited until there was a third party here. I'll just come back some other time, and I'll make sure to give you plenty of notice."

"Jim...please...look me in the eyes and tell me it's over. Tell me you can't, you don't love me anymore."

I looked into her pain filled eyes and almost caved. Then I remembered that night, when she rubbed my face with her cum laden pussy...smearing me with that bastard's cum.

"Sharon...it's over. There's no way back. Not now. You went...too far.""

"You can't forgive me Jim? All those years together, you can't forgive one mistake?"

"Sharon, it wasn't just a simple little mistake...it was a rather huge and unforgivable mistake. It was too much...and too harsh for me to forgive, hell, I'll probably never forget it either. There is no turning back now. I'm sorry. I know it all started with my cheating on you, and I really have nobody to blame but myself, but you went overboard with your revenge...way overboard."

When she broke down in tears I wanted to hold her...but I knew that I couldn't do that either. I turned and walked away. Leaving her standing in the open doorway of what had been a loving home. A chill coursed through my body as I closed the front gate to the yard. It was probably the last time I'd ever be here as a married man.

My next few months were difficult for me. I'd go from missing Sharon to being glad she was out of my life. Loving her to hating her in one breath. My work suffered as the divorce drug on. I can't remember how many times I went over in my mind about how I had managed to screw up my marriage with someone about half my age.

The day I got the final decree papers a couple of co-workers were pushing me to go out and celebrate. While I didn't really feel like doing that, I let myself be talked into it. Much to my regret I was to find out. It had been just over three months since I had walked out and I thought I needed to let loose a little.

"Hey Jim...lets meet down at Manny's bar and belt down a couple. You have a lot of reasons to celebrate this day."

"Uh...well, I really hadn't planned on celebrating getting divorced. Kind of a dumb thing to celebrate isn't it?"

"Are you kidding me? You're a free man Jim. You can check out the babes, date whoever you want, do whatever you want. I'm jealous. Yes sir...jealous. You got it made."

"I just don't feel like I got it made Brad. I really don't. I guess I could stand for a few rounds though. It's not a celebration though okay?"

"Oh...more like a wake then huh Jim?"

"No...not a wake either."

My irritation must have shown in my face or in the tone of my voice. Throwing up his hands as if in surrender, Brad said;

"Lighten up man...take it easy. I'm just trying to cheer you up. The guys sure won't like being around someone who's as down as you are. Maybe we should just forget it."

"No...you're right Brad...I need to do something. Maybe going out for a few beers will help me to get my mind off of it all. I'll be in a much better mood, I promise. I'll even buy the first round."

"Duuuude...way cool. See ya there then. About six or so?"

"Yeah...six sounds good."

After Brad left I stewed for a bit. I really wanted to stay buddies with my co-workers, as they were pretty good guys, yet most of them were quite a bit younger than I. Now that I thought about it, most of them were married too. 

That night when I walked into the bar the first thing I saw was a huge banner up stating that it was my 'Freedom Day' party. I shook my head. These guys had really gone way out of their way to celebrate my divorce. I could see that this party was going to cost me a bundle too...I had promised that first round.

There were about fifty people in the place, most of them co-workers and their wives. Since where I worked had very few women in our shop, I hadn't expected a lot of requests for dances or anything. That's when I found out that the party included people from the main office across town. 

Within ten minutes I had been hit with seven women wanting the first dance. I vaguely recognized them from past Christmas parties or sometimes when training on new computer systems. The party ended up turning into a roaring blow-out beyond anything I would have expected. 

Truthfully I had been expecting a few drinks with the 'guys' and a quiet night. I danced with several women, usually finding out if they were married before taking them out on the dance floor. I guess I was making sure that I didn't make any mistakes or do something stupid while with the wife of someone I may work with. I know that I got asked to dance by several married women, and they'd give me a look when I'd turn them down...kind of a 'what the fuck?' look. 

I knew that I couldn't explain it to them without getting into too many painful details, so I would just smile and try to ease the conversation to her husband or something, until they'd realize I was seriously not going to dance with a married woman.

About two hours into the party I noticed several people looking to the front of the bar where the main door was. They would then look at me nervously, then back up front. I was sitting down, so in order to see what they saw, I stood up. And looked right into the eyes of Sharon.

She had walked into the bar dressed to kill, and evidently had been looking for me. When I stood up, she headed right over to where I was. I noticed that she looked like she had put on a bit of weight...almost like...

"Care to dance with your ex?"

"Not really."

"Come on Jim. It's not like we're married or anything. Just one dance."

"NO."

She stood there, refusing to move away, and I was getting more than a bit angry. I finally got up and walked out. I said a few goodbyes to those I knew well, and left. Sharon followed me into the street.

"Jim...please. I just want a word with you. That's all. We're divorced...I'm not going to try anything...I just...I have something I need to say."

"Fine. Make it quick though Sharon. I'm really not in the mood to see or talk to you right now."

"I know I hurt you Jim. I was mad, hurt and shocked. I let Mark talk me into doing things I should never have done. I would never had done had I thought about it more than I did. I need you to realize that I never meant to chase you away. I just wanted to cause you some of the pain that I felt when I found out about you and...that...her."

"Yeah...well you got your revenge. Still gives me nightmares...if you care at all. I gotta go."

"Wait...Jim...there's one more thing...I'm...I can't believe this...but I'm...pregnant."

"Yeah? So? It's not mine, you know that."

"I know that. I don't know what to do though."

"Go ask Mark. He's more than likely the father. I don't care if you're pregnant or not...we're not a couple, we're not an item, we are not married. You have your own life to answer for now, as do I. Good bye Sharon."

My night was a bust. Whatever it had been up to the point she had walked into the bar was totally gone. I was trying to figure out why she'd looked me up to tell me she was pregnant with another man's child. Why did she think I'd give a damn one way or the other about that?




Jim and Sharon Ch. 03



My last sight of Sharon was her standing under the streetlight, crying. I couldn't understand why she had looked me up. I just couldn't figure out anything when it came to her. Couldn't she see that we were done? There was no going back for us?

That night stuck in my mind for months afterwards. I worked and when not working, I stuck close to home. I had found a nice little place out of town a ways. I bought it, and built a small shop behind the house. I'd tinker around out there until bed time most nights.

The house had three bedrooms, quite a few more than I needed, so I converted one into a workout room. I kept in shape, and stayed out of town as much as possible. I think I had resigned myself to being a celibate monk...a hermit actually.

It wasn't that I was afraid of women, or hated them. I just had no real need to try to go through that dating game again. I had hated the tensions associated with dating before, and now I especially didn't want that pressure in my life. 

Maybe I had some trust issues too. After what Sharon had done, I just found that I would get uptight around any woman. After all, I had trusted Sharon, completely, and then she had done what she had done for her revenge. I still had nightmares about that night.

One day as I was going home I stopped into the store for some groceries. I happened to see Mark. I caught him outside in the parking lot...just to talk for a moment. Well, that's what I told myself. I was boiling underneath my skin though if the truth had been known.

"Hey...Mark."

He stopped about fifteen feet away from me. I was standing right beside his car, so he wasn't about to go anywhere too far away with me standing right there.

"Look, you shouldn't be here messing with me man. It was your wife that wanted to tie you up like that...I was just a tool...that's all."

"Yeah? Did you know that while you were her 'tool' that you knocked her up?"

"What? She's too old...she told me she couldn't have kids."

"She must have forgotten that the reason she couldn't have kids was because I had a vasectomy years ago. You're a daddy."

"She never told me. I didn't know until you just now told me. For all I know you could be just fucking with me. Go away...leave me alone."

I moved back and he unlocked the door of his car. I guess with the door open and all, he felt braver than he should have. I saw the look come over his face, and I knew he was going to say something stupid. 

"You know, your wife was a nice piece of ass. She really knew how to suck me off. I loved cumming in her ass and pussy while you just sat there crying like a baby. What a wimp. What a dumb ass wimp."

I'm not sure when I moved. All I know is that after a few minutes I stood up my hands bloody, my knuckles smarting. Mark...well...I had really messed him up. I could see that his jaw was hanging a bit funny, and his nose was obviously broke. I turned to see if anyone had called the cops yet or not, but I realized that the way he parked and the way he had been standing when I attacked him, nobody could have seen much of anything. 

Mark hadn't stood long after his words and I put him down real fast. Faster than I had ever thought I was capable of too. His words had stung deep, and that old need for revenge had overtaken my common sense.

Trapped between the car and the car door, when I jammed it closed he got crunched pretty good right off the bat. Then I remember stepping in and slinging the door open with one hand as I swung at his head with the other. 

I left, almost running to my car, barely able to keep myself from going back and inflicting more pain on that asshole's life. Too much more and I might have killed him though. I got home and just sat in my car. I was waiting for the cop cars to pull up, but they never did.

Later, after I showered and bandaged up my cut knuckles, I ate a simple dinner and went to bed. I felt better than I had in months. Maybe I should have found that ass a long time ago. I know that when my fists had hit his face each solid hit had felt...well...right. Good. Very good.

The next day being a Saturday, I hung around home and worked in my shop. That day was one of fear of the cops showing up and satisfaction that I had finally gotten my piece of flesh...so to speak. 

Sunday was a nice day of rest, and after my morning workout, I did some yard work. My knuckles ached a bit yet, but they appeared to be none the less for the wear. A person who didn't know it, would never have known that I'd beat a man senseless just two short days ago.

While I was mowing the grass next to my neighbors place I saw a woman come out onto the deck. She was in a bikini, and looked very, very hot. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back to the waist band...string actually, of her bikini bottoms. She filled out the top quite well too.

She waved at me and laid down on a chaise lounge to catch some sun. I kept busy for quite some time on that side of the house, finding much that needed to be done on my yard there. Too bad I didn't get that yard work done. I found myself trying to look at her more than anything else.

I kept asking myself what I was doing? I told myself no more women, as I fought the urge to go talk to her. Pretty soon I was telling myself that maybe this lady would be a better class of woman for me. I couldn't blame all women for my place in life at this moment.

Not being able to think of anything to say to break the ice, and since she obviously wanted to sun, I didn't want to disturb her. I wanted to find out more about her though. A lot more. I finally gave up and started to put away my mower. As I walked it back to the shed I came to within the closest distance I could to her and still be in my yard. She sat up and smiling, started to talk.

"Hey neighbor. Wanna cut my grass while you're at it?"

"You need your's mowed?"

"Well...yes I do. What would you charge me to cut my grass? I don't have a mower, and since I just moved here, I don't know anyone to get to cut it for me."

"I'll get some gas and be right over."

"How much will you charge me though?"

"We'll work that out when I'm done...okay?"

She gave me a dubious look, then decided to accept my offer. It didn't take me long to cut her grass, since her yard was mostly gravel. The people who had lived there before had driven over the road trucks and parked them in back. They hadn't wanted a lot of grass to care for since they weren't home enough to take care of a real yard. Anyway, that's what the real estate agent had told me when I was settling on my house.

As I finished up, I saw her coming towards me with a couple of glasses of lemonade.

"Thought you might be thirsty. Wow...you did a great job too. It looks wonderful."

"Thank you. You don't have that big of a yard...didn't take long to cut."

"What do I owe you?"

"Nothing. Call it a neighborly thing."

"Oh no...you need to be paid something. After all, you worked up a sweat and everything."

I looked down at my shirtless chest and saw grass clippings and sweat. I was covered in it. Suddenly I was embarrassed to be seen like this by her. I finished my lemonade and handed the glass back to her.

"I'm a mess. I need to go shower. Thanks for the drink...it was good. See ya around later?"

"You have to leave so soon?"

"Yeah...well, I'm all sweaty and not really dressed to be company to such a lovely young woman."

"I think you look kinda sexy just as you are. Really."

I was caught off guard with that. Never having thought that a man that was dirty and sweaty could be sexy to a woman. I stood there quietly trying to come up with something...anything...to say. I couldn't think of a damn thing. Her voice cut through the pregnant silence, soft and enticing.

"Thank you for cutting my lawn. You did do a nice job. I still feel that I should do something to pay you for that hard work."

"The lemonade was the perfect payment. I really need to leave now, that shower is calling me."

"Well, if you must you must. It was nice meeting you..."

The open-ended pause made me realize that we hadn't exchanged names yet. I had been looking into her deep blue eyes as she spoke, and I was a bit lost until I thought to give her my name.

"Jim...I'm Jim. Recently divorced, living right next door. If you need anything...um..."

"Tammi. Just moved in next door to the divorced guy over there."

Pointing at my house she smiled as I started to laugh. Tammi seemed nice and was almost easy to talk to. I was still a little gun shy yet though, and a bit unsure as well. I had fleeting thoughts of asking her out on a date, but then thought better of it. I think I was at least ten years older than her. Of course, I'd never been a good judge of women's ages either.

I turned to leave, and as I did I got brave and made a decision for myself. I turned back to face her so I could look into her eyes one more time before leaving.

"It was nice meeting you Tammi. Hey...before I leave...I was planning on grilling up some steaks tomorrow night. Would you like to come over for dinner...say around six? Nothing fancy...I mean, you don't have to get dressed up or anything."

"Dinner? Grilled Steaks? Yes, I would love to come over. I'll be there at six sharp. Is there anything I could bring?"

"Uh...maybe a salad or something? I'll have baked potatoes and the rest of the fixings all ready to go."

"Okay, a salad it is then. I'll make sure that I dress casual too. See you at six tomorrow...Jim."

"I'll be looking forward to having you over...Tammi."

I was standing in the shower when it all hit me. I had made a date with a younger woman, a younger, beautiful woman who happened to live next door to me. That warm feeling of meeting a new person that could have a romantic connection coursed through my body. Goose bumps popped up, even though I was standing in a hot shower at the time.

I know what you may be thinking. I had cheated on my wife with a younger woman too but this was different. Way different. Then I had been an old married man. Now...well, I was recovering from my divorce, and single. This was also to be my first real 'date' since the divorce too.

That night, for the first time in a long...long time, I was at peace with myself. It was like I had finally accepted being single again. I had some thoughts of the blonde Goddess next door too, but nothing too wild. I felt an undercurrent between us today as we talked. I hoped that I wasn't the only one that was having that feeling, especially now that I was very interested in her.

The next day I was busy getting things just right for the dinner. I spent quite a bit of time cleaning up here and there, inside and outside too. I had just fired up the grill when Tammi showed up with the salad. 

Smiling as I greeted her, I took the salad and sat it on the table. I couldn't help but stare at her. She was wearing cut-off jeans. Cut...well...real short. I could just see the swell of her ass cheeks from behind. I think I had heard a guy at work refer to cut-offs like these as 'Daisy Dukes'. She was also wearing a nice 'T' shirt, and nothing else. Well, as near as I could tell. 

Her hard little nipples were sticking out enough that I could see plainly she had no bra on. The 'T' was tied up under her very nice breasts, the knot right between and just below those enticing orbs.

I noticed her belly was flat, and very smooth. She was wearing a diamond stud in her belly button, and it seemed to glow and only add to her looks. Before right now, I had never thought that belly- button jewelry was attractive. I was discovering that my tastes could change rather quickly.

Her sandals accentuated her long shapely legs. The muscles flexed as she moved, showing me that she worked out quite a bit, or at least, enough to stay in great shape. I looked up to her eyes and realized she was standing there, watching me as I almost drooled. Blushing, I turned and grabbed the steaks from the fridge and took them out to the grill.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just that you are so...beautiful. Very beautiful."

"Well, I like it when a man likes what he's seeing. The way you were staring at me made me tingle too. Besides, while you were occupied staring at me, it gave me the chance to check you out better too."

Now I was really blushing. I felt like a school kid getting caught doing something that they shouldn't have been doing. Tammi just stood beside me as I threw the steaks on the grill. I liked that she was near me, it felt comforting somehow. I guess it was a non-verbal acceptance of my almost crude leering at her earlier. 

We carried on a quiet yet friendly conversation while the steaks cooked. Finding out more about each other as we went. When she told me her age I about choked. I know I've never been good at telling the age of someone, especially a woman, but to be this far off was unsettling to me.

"I'm twenty-seven. Graduated from college a few years ago, and finally found a perfect job for me. One that I've been hoping to get too."

"So...you went to college and found the perfect job. That's a good thing. You are a very confident person and attractive too. Of course...I'm old enough to be your father."

"But you're not my father. Remember that. Besides that, I like older men anyway. Always have. Matter of fact, my very first time...sexually that is...was with a guy that was about fifteen years older than me. It wasn't as good as I'd hoped it would be though. He was more concerned with his needs than mine. Still, it was a good experience for me."

"Well...I dated a younger woman once...it was...interesting. Very interesting."

"So...you like younger women and I like older men. What's say after dinner we do a little exploring?"

I had an idea of what kind of exploring she had in mind, and I wasn't against it either. I was thinking that I wanted more than just a casual relationship though. Not being sure what Tammi wanted, I just kept my thoughts to myself. 

"Exploring huh?" Feigning ignorance, I decided to make her pursue me a bit more, just to make it certain in my mind what she wanted. "What kind of exploring do you want to do? I have a rather large backyard, or we could take a drive over to those mountains there..." I pointed of into the distance at the dark blue hued mountains about twenty miles away.

"Silly man...I was thinking of exploring each other's mountains...limbs...you know..."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Did I upset you? You seem to be...I don't know...maybe a bit shocked."

"Well...you hardly know me. For all you know I could be an axe murderer or something. Not that I'm against doing anything with you. I would love to do that...explore you I mean. It just seems...well...kind of sudden or maybe too fast."

"When I see something I want, I move on it. I've always been that way. I want you. You do things to me...here..." 

Her finger was over her heart, right between her breasts. Those breasts with now, very hard nipples showing. 

"And...here..." 

Her finger traveled down her body to point at the zipper of her cut-offs. Obviously she was pointing to her pussy. I realized that I had a hard-on that almost hurt. That's why I noticed it too by the way, since my cock was pointing down one leg, it's having gotten hard put pressure on me that actually ached. It also showed that I was hard as iron too. 

Her eyes were on my crotch as she had been pointing to her body. She looked up into my eyes now, and smiled. 

"I see that you have some ideas along those lines too. What do I do to you to bring that...to life?"

Her eyes went down to my cock, clearly showing as a long lump, unmistakable for what it was. I felt a warm tingly current pass through my body as I realized that this young lady was putting the moves on me, instead of me putting the moves on her. It was obvious to me that she was far more experienced than I may have thought.

"Well...to be honest...you brought it to life. I will admit that since we met yesterday I've had more than a few thoughts about you. Besides being very beautiful and sexy, I also think that you are intelligent too."

"Yeah...right. I like the sexy stuff, you can keep the intelligence for someone who may need that kind of enforcement. Me...I like sex and everything about it. It pleases me to have someone to please sexually, and it pleases me to have someone pleasing me...sexually. Now...will those steaks hold for a bit while we do a little exploring? Or do we need to eat first?"

The speed at which we were moving, so sudden and fast, had me all mixed up. I was about as horny as I had ever been. She was the most beautiful woman I'd seen in a long time...and she was moving on me with speed and directness that had never before happened to me.

I looked at the almost done steaks wishing I'd not been so quick to get them on the grill. Tammi looked at me and started to laugh.

"Looks like you wish you'd not put them on yet. I'll bet you didn't think that I'd be so...fast...did you?"

"Truthfully? Yes."

"Lets eat...then we can go exploring. Right here on the picnic table if you want."

"Outside...right here? Uh...I don't know..."

I was shocked. I had never had sex outside before. Well, not since high school that is. My mind was swimming in all the possibilities now. I couldn't believe that just a few hours ago I was day dreaming of being able to get this beautiful creature naked and in bed with me, knowing that it would take more than a few dates...to this...kidding around about 'exploring' each other. In a matter of minutes everything that I knew about dating had gone out the window, leaving me open and unprepared for this...sexual being standing next to me.

"Yeah...I like to do it outside as well as inside. Hell, I've even done it in movie theaters, parks, and other public places too. Don't think that I'm an easy piece for just any guy though...I'm not. I just see a guy I think I like and I"d like to get to know more...I offer...whatever seems right. With you...it all seems right for some reason. That...in itself is a first for me by the way. Honest."

"So...you're saying it's me that's making you offer yourself to me this way?"

"Yep. That's about right."

"What about me would cause you to do this? I mean...I'm older by far, and not in the hot shape most women seem to want. Lets face it...I'm no Chippendale's dancer by any stretch of the imagination."

"You might be surprised about that. Lets just say that I find you extremely attractive, sexy, and sooo...hot."

The way she ended that last sentence about caused me to shoot in my pants. Her voice oozed sex. Astonished at where we had gone now, I was speechless. I know that my mouth was open as I stared at her, and only the smell of burning steak caused me to look away. I was busy getting the steak back under control for a moment, and my attentions were on the grill.

After a few minutes, I got things back under control and turned to tell Tammi that the steak was ready, only to find a naked young woman sitting on the table top, legs spread wide. Outside, in my back yard, on my tabletop. I could only stare at her and wonder what the hell was I getting into?

Smiling at me, she put her hands on her knees and began to open her legs more than they already were. Wide...wider yet...wide enough that I expected to hear breaking bones at any second wide. Her very well trimmed bush didn't hide her labia at all. I was looking at possibly one of the most beautiful pussies I had ever seen...including magazines or pictures.

In a husky voice Tammi beckoned me to her.

"Jim...can you help me here for a second? I have an...itch. I think you're the only one around here that can scratch it too. Come on baby...I won't bite."

Her voice had gotten not only husky, but sensual as well. It felt like my cock was about to rip my jeans, the steaks forgotten, I moved to sit right between her wide-spread legs. Her ankles went to the back of my shoulders, knees still spread wide. I could see the glistening moisture on the lips of her pussy, begging to be licked up.




Jim and Sharon Ch. 03



"Go ahead baby. Kiss me...right there. I so looovvve it when a man kisses me there. Are you a kisser Jim? Give me a little French kiss there sweetie. Please...don't make me beg."

I leaned in, and smelling the aroma of a woman in real need, my tongue as if it had a mind of its' own, began to explore. Her moans told me I was doing quite well too. I teased, licked, sucked and fingered her as she held my head. I used every trick I knew of, and a few I made up on the spot. 

Tammi was shaking and suddenly her knees slammed together, trapping my head between them. I slipped my tongue deep inside of her, my fingers alongside, thrusting into her. I reveled in her essence as she orgasmed. A flood of wetness began to flow out of her, and I busily sucked that juice up, loving the taste of it all. Every drop. 

"Uhhh...Ooohhhh...yesss...yesss....mmmm...yesss."

Her hands gripped my head tightly, pulling me into her pussy as her knees pressed in on the sides. I don't think I could have gotten away even if I'd wanted to. I could feel her shaking, my tongue busy the whole time, licking here and there, my lips sucking her clit off and on...my fingers pressing into her deeply as I could get them. I rubbed around a bit and finally found her G-spot which caused yet another flood of juice.

Gasping hard, Tammi fell back onto the tabletop, her breasts heaving, nipples sticking up and out like little poles. Once her legs released my head, I moved up and began to lick those hard little nipples, tasting of her yet some more.

Taking my head in her hands, Tammi guided me up until our faces were barely apart. Kissing me on my lips, she pressed my head to hers, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I moved my hands up to caress her breasts as we kissed. Our breathing was fast and heavy when we broke our first kiss.

I couldn't help myself at all, and as soon as we had caught just a little breath, I moved back to kiss her some more. This time my tongue explored her mouth. I sucked on her lips, licking them first, then capturing them between my lips and sucking them in. Moaning, she just allowed me my pleasures.

I rained soft kisses down her chin and neck, kissing her here and there, as I worked down...down...down some more, until her heaving breasts were right there. Sucking one soft and delectable breast into my mouth, I tongued her nipple as my fingers played with the nipple of her other one.

"Ohhh...baby...you sure know how to work a girl up. I want you naked. Now. Let me feel that cock you've been hiding all this time. I'll bet it's just a wanting to be free anyway."

Her hands found the buttons on my jeans and soon they were puddled around my feet. Stepping out of them, I had to break free from her breasts. I stared at her as I kicked my jeans away and pulled my 'T' shirt off. Tammi was playing with her wet pussy as she looked at my hard cock. 

Her tongue played along her lips, eyes on my stiffness. I moved in to attack her nipples again, but she stopped me with one foot on my chest. That action on her part spread her pussy wide open to my eyes. Her pussy lips spreading as if in anticipation of receiving my cock.

"You sit. It's my turn now."

Her voice cut into thoughts, her turn...now. I stood back as she got up. Guiding me around, she pushed me gently onto the table top. As I sat down on the pre-warmed spot, she sat in front of me on the bench seat. Her eyes never left my bobbing cock as I moved around getting comfortable. I saw her licking her lips once too.

Her hands went to my cock, caressing and holding it softly. As she stroked me, her soft hands firmly holding my shaft, she looked into my eyes and smiled. Bending and keeping eye contact, she soon had her head very close to my crotch. I felt her hot breath just before her tongue touched me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed that feathery touch.

Licking my shaft, her soft tongue was all around me. Opening my eyes, I looked down to see her eyes still on mine. She had been looking at me before I opened my eyes. I maintained eye contact as her red lips began to open...the head of my cock slipping between them.

Tammi knew what she was doing, that much was certain. I marveled in her skills as she sucked me down her throat until her lips were almost at the base of my shaft. I never saw her gag once, and it seemed like she was smiling at me as she really began to work me over.

I felt one of her fingers playing with my ass, rubbing around and around my hole. Suddenly, it pushed into me, and she began to massage me back there while keeping her lips locked tightly around my shaft. I could feel her throat around the head of my cock as her lips would slip up and down my shaft in a steady and firm grip.

Her left hand was cupping my balls as her right index finger kept up it's motion in my ass. I was soon ready to shoot. Tammi really knew her business when it came to a blow-job, that was for sure. Everything she did was for pleasure. 

I realized I didn't know if she would want me to stop her before I came in her mouth or not. I gasped as I told her how close I was getting to shooting off. "I'm...close...Tammi. Real close."

Her finger in my ass really began to work fast now, and her sucking became more forceful. I took that to mean that she wanted me to cum in her mouth, so after one last attempt to warn her, I felt my orgasm go to that point of no return.

"I'm...there. Here it...comes."

With those words I began to squirt into her mouth, down her throat. I thought I heard her moaning as I unloaded in her, but I was so into my orgasm I wasn't sure. You've heard the saying that 'I saw stars'? Well, let me tell you I did see stars. I almost passed out. I think it was the massaging of my prostrate her finger was skillfully doing that caused me to have probably the best orgasm I'd ever had in my life.

Afterwards, as I lay on my back, legs dangling over the table top, I heard Tammi clear her throat.

"Wow...that was fun. Did you know that your cum is almost sweet? I loved the taste of it. I'm thinking that I'll be wanting to taste it a lot more, now."

"Well, I thought you tasted pretty damn good myself. I'm wondering what else you do so fantastically now."

"Fantastically?" Her eyebrows shot up as she asked this, her eyes laughing at me.

"Yes...fantastically. Your oral talents gave me the best orgasm I've ever had. Ever."

"Mmmmm. That's a good thing...right?" she said.

Her laugh told me that she had a good sense of humor (among other things).

"Oh yeah. A very good thing."

"Wait till you see what else I can do well then. Right now I'm a bit hungry. Think we could eat those steaks and then get more...exploratory?"

"Heh heh heh...you can get exploratory with me any time Tammi...any time at all. You don't think that we may be too full afterwards to do much though?"

"Ooohhhh...I can get exploratory with you any time, words I love to hear. Lets hurry up and eat...we have exploring to do baby. I'm sure that after we eat I'll manage to keep you active...and work off those steaks too. On second thought, lets not eat right now...I'm too horny. I've got to feel you in me before I die."

I turned of the barbeque and put the steaks on a plate, covering them with another plate. I was in kind of a hurry, for obvious reasons. Taking Tammi's hand, I led her into my house, straight to my bedroom. As we walked there, she was using her free hand to hold and stroke my cock. I didn't mind that at all, let me tell you. Especially since I had my free hand between her legs.

Once in my bedroom, I 'took charge' and guided her onto my bed, right in the middle. As I began to kiss and lick her feet, moving up to more...fertile ground, she started to moan, begging me to hurry up and give her my cock.

"Ohhh...baby...please...I need you...your...cock. Please....please...Fuck me with your cock Jim..."

I stopped kissing for a second, saying;

"But I thought you wanted a bit of stimulation sweetie."

She grabbed my head, both hands pulling my head firmly towards hers. 

"No...I need you...RIGHT NOW. Forget the mini-moves, and lets get the real show on the way."

I smiled at her, as she pulled on my head.. I managed to get in a lick or two on her very wet pussy as I got drug up. I felt her shudder as my tongue slid across her clit, and the pressure on my hair let up just a tiny fraction. 

Grabbing her wrists, I freed my head from her grip, and moved on up on my own. Her legs went around my hips, ankles locking behind me, as my cock head bumped against her wetness. She put her hand down and guided me into her pussy, and my hard, hot shaft was soon enveloped in the tightest pussy I'd ever experienced. 

"Yesss....fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Yessss."

I drove my cock into her until I could go no further. Grinding against her pubic mound with mine, I felt her have her first orgasm. She was moving under me, arching her back, rolling her hips up and down, pushing against me hard. 

I kissed her cheeks, then her throat, then her lips. One of her hands went around my head and pressed me harder to her, our lips about bruising, sucking my tongue into her mouth. As she began to relax from her orgasm, I started to thrust in and out faster. I put a little swing motion as I would bottom out, causing her to shiver a bit each time. 

Tammi kept holding me tightly, moaning softly for more as I went faster and harder. I'd never had a woman so active under me before. She was squirming all over, moaning and groaning, soon begging me give her more.

A few minutes after her first orgasm, she began to shudder through another, then another. Multiple orgasms swallowing her. I'm not sure when I started to cum, engrossed in this creature before me, as I was. I was fascinated by her and everything she was going through as I fucked her.

I buried my cock deep inside her as my cum boiled up and out of me. Tammi froze for a second, then really started to cum hard. Her grip tightened on me, her hands, that were now around my back, digging into that tender skin.

"Uhhhh...Ohhh...Yesssss."

Hearing her cum so hard so soon after all that had happened so far amazed me. I collapsed on top of her, then rolled to one side. After a bit, she turned up on one shoulder and looked into my eyes.

"Wow...I guess I needed that. You were...fantastic. Fantastically fantastic."

I laughed and hugged her, pulling her up on top of me. Kissing, we started to take our time getting to know each other more throughly. There seemed to be something between us beyond the sex we'd just had. I wasn't sure what it was, but I did love the feeling I had right then.

"Ummm...I knew you'd be a hot fuck when I first saw you. I was hoping that you'd want to get to know me. It's not often I've had a man that is in as good of shape as you are either. Older, in shape, and one hell of a hot fuck."

"Heh heh heh...well, I think it was the beautiful Goddess that was turning me on so much that caused me to be...uh...so...hot of a fuck."

"I'll bet you say that to all the girls."

"Nope...just you. Honest." Suddenly I realized that I hadn't worn a condom. I knew better than that. Protection for both of us...reassurance actually. It wasn't like I could get her pregnant. Before I could say anything to her or apologize, she broke the silence.

"Here's something for you now. You just lay back and enjoy."

Saying that, she began to move down my body, and soon my cock was deep in her throat once again. Her mastery of cock-sucking was almost magical as she seemed to know exactly how much, hard, soft, that right spot, everything about a man's anatomy to be perfect at this. I did lay there and enjoy it all too by the way.

"I...I should have worn a condom Tammi. I"m sorry. I didn't expect to...uh...mmmm...." 

I got lost in the pleasures of her mouth on my cock and stopped talking, until she broke away long enough to say;

"Not to worry Jim. I know we should have practiced safe sex...but I was too damn horny and needed relief. Besides...I'm thinking that you don't have anything I'd need to worry about...nor do I have anything you'd need to worry about either."

"Too late by now I guess. I will get tested and have the results for you though. I mean...if you want...I mean..."

"Lets just fuck for now...we can talk about logistics later."

We kept up fucking and sucking for the rest of the day, taking our time and resting in between each set. Neither of us could seem to get enough of the other, and it was late by the time we decided to call it quits for the day. Tammi stayed with me that night, and we slept well together.

The next days became ones of learning and growing with each other. Tammi was far more than a great piece of ass, as I found out that she was in fact, intelligent and had a wicked sense of humor. I felt by the end of that week I may have found someone quite worth building a relationship with. 

What struck me most about Tammi was her blunt honesty. She was very honest, but not rudely so. If I wasn't doing something, or if I was doing something she didn't like, she'd tell me, flat out. No beating around the bush, straight talk.

I found by the following weekend, we had just spent a week of hot sex, good conversation, and fun times together. During that time we had also set the ground rules for our relationship as well. Ground rules that for the time being, gave us both the space we each needed to be individuals, yet still covered the time that we spent as one too. 

I felt no pressure to conform or change me...nor did I feel a need to make changes in her. We co- existed, something more than neighbors, not quite 'us'. I think we were both a bit gun-shy since we had both been hurt in prior relationships. But, as I was to soon find out, things change. Always there is change. As I was also to find out...some change is a good thing...a very good thing.



Jim and Sharon Ch. 04



Well, I have managed to mess up things royally now. What started out as my 'revenge fuck' cost me my marriage. I've been numb since the divorce papers were served, and Jim has written me out of his life permanently.

That night, while Mark was helping me to get even, I had doubts here and there that I may have pushed things too far. Mark, in his take charge attitude and guidance had managed to convince me that things would be okay though. I should have listened to my gut and heart, not to him.

The sex with Mark, while much anticipated by me, not only for the revenge part on Jim, but for the newness of a different man for the first time since I'd gotten married, just didn't live up to what I had imagined either. Marks insistence that we do it without condoms had been a stupid thing for me to agree on.

During that night of unlimited sex, I let Mark do things to me that I'd never allowed Jim to even consider doing with me. I wasn't thinking straight, hurt and angry at him, and I did those things with Mark much to my later regret.

When Mark first touched me with his tongue I went into heat. It was so dirty and nasty. Me, a married woman, having sex in front of my cheating bastard of a husband. I wanted to show Jim that I was desirable, that I could have fun sexually, that I was capable of so much more than that little home wrecker he was fucking behind my back.

As Mark first put his long hard cock into my dripping wet pussy, I glanced at Jim and had my first doubts..well, strong doubts. The look in his eyes was almost more than I could stand. I had to force myself to continue at that point, and I think that is where I went wrong. Had I stopped Mark and called it quits I may have been able to salvage my marriage.

As soon as Mark's cock bottomed out in me, I found that I got turned on to the point that I began to forget all about Jim. Lost in the powerful thrusts of that hard shaft, my nerves on edge already, I was soon cumming hard. By the time Mark had shot off in me, I was a bit beyond a 'good wife' and found myself in a 'slut wife' mode. 

I could try to use a cop out here and claim that Mark was the best lover I'd ever had and knew how to do things to keep my mind off of Jim, or I could say that I felt vindicated as I fucked him in front of Jim...but neither would be the truth. I was turned on...I mean, the act of sex with this almost stranger after having decided what we'd do and how we'd do it, coupled with the shopping trip we had taken put my mind in a separate land.

The feeling of Mark's hard cock thrusting in and out drove me up and over and then up into a place I'd never been before. I think it was the nastiness of doing it in front of Jim that caused me act like such a slut. Maybe I was trying to prove, deep down, that I could be that for Jim. I'm not sure, even today, since my mind was so intensely focused on just getting through with the planned evening.

Later, Mark had lubed up my asshole, and with patience and gentleness, slowly taken my anal virginity. I looked back to see how Jim reacted to that, but I saw that he was either sleeping or just not wanting to see his wife give up something that she had so many times forbidden him.

At first, as Mark began to stroke in and out, it had hurt like hell, but by the time his cock got into a steady rhythm, and with the addition of more lube, the pain fell off and pleasure began to caress my body. I couldn't believe that something so dirty, so nasty, and so...well...perverted, could feel so good.

I orgasmed several times as Mark fucked my ass, and by the time he came I was drifting in a place I'd never been before. Mini-orgasms hitting me time and time again. Then, as his hot cum squirted into me, I came harder than I had all night. I collapsed onto the bed on my tummy, and Mark stayed with me. As his cock softened in me, he pulled it out. Without thinking, I rolled over, pushing him onto his back and began to suck him.

Me, taking a man's cock into my mouth right after his having fucked my ass with it. I had slipped down the slippery slope of perversion and nastiness I'd never even dreamt of. Yet, in some strange way, it made it even hotter for me. He had just brought me so much pleasure, I wanted to give him something special. But when I realized that I was doing this for someone other than my husband I lost a bit of enthusiasm.

Later, when it was all over, when I saw that look in Jim's eyes...I knew I had gone way too far. This had all been a stupid, sick idea. I had gotten my revenge...but at what cost? My heart was tearing as the realization that I should have chosen a different way, sent a knife through my heart. It hadn't been worth it in the end.

Watching Jim storm out of the house that morning, I was worried that I'd never see him again. I searched for hours before locating his car. Once I found his car at that motel, I tried to talk the manager into letting me into his room, but he refused. 

I walked around until I happened to see him in the restaurant. I thought over my choices, and decided a clear and calm approach would work the best. Talking him into coming home was hard for me, since I could see in the cold clear daylight I had hurt him far more than I intended to. I tired to remain calm as I could. Tried to be a better person than I felt at that moment.

Once home I saw anger surface in Jim I had never seen before. It just kept building in him, showing up more and more in his jaws, his eyes, even in his actions. I hoped, so fervently I hoped that he would calm down and we'd be able to work through it all. Then, those few days later when his lawyer had the papers served on me my whole world collapsed. I died inside.

How had I been so blinded? How could I have not seen my revenge would push Jim way too far? Why had I been so fixated on getting even? Why couldn't I have just tried to forgive Jim and gone on with our lives? I lived a nightmare of epic length. Each day seemed to get worse than the last.

After we signed the divorce papers I tried to get on with my life. It was then I realized that I had missed my periods for two months. I had been so caught up in my life and the divorce I just didn't pay attention I guess. I was pregnant. Single, middle-aged woman...pregnant. I didn't know what to do. 

I heard that Jim was having a party to celebrate his divorce, and digging around I found out where. Getting up my nerve to approach him was one of the hardest things I had done since the divorce. I dressed as best I could. Walking into the party I saw everyone stare at me, then look over at where I assumed Jim must have been sitting.

Once he stood up I almost turned and ran. He came over to me...the look in his eyes was not pleasant at all.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you."

"We're divorced Sharon, it's over. Done. Finished."

"I...I know. I wanted...I..."

"What Sharon? You wanted what? Go on...spit it out."

"Jim...can we go somewhere and talk? Please?"

"Sharon...there's nothing to talk about. WE ARE DIVORCED."

He was still angry. I didn't, I couldn't blame him. I had not only broken his trust in me, I had destroyed any chance of fixing 'us'. I had only myself to blame too. His last words, almost at a yell shook me to my core. In all our married lives, Jim had never, ever yelled at me. 

As he stomped by me I looked at the faces staring at us. Ashamed, I turned and followed him outside. Running in heels was something I hadn't counted on, and it took me about a half a block to catch him.

"Jim...Jim...please...wait. I just need to talk. I...I think...oh hell, I know I'm pregnant."

He stopped and turned on me angrily.

"God dammit Sharon...why do you think I"d care? We are divorced. Done. Finished. Kaput. Besides that, you know as well as I do, there is no way in hell that the baby could be mine. Go see your lover boy...he's the one you need to talk to. Not me. I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to see you...HELL...I don't want to even smell you or remember you. Go away. Just...go away."

The way he spat those words at me spoke volumes. He was still hurting over my revenge, badly so. What had I done to the man I loved? How could I have been so blind? I know that he hadn't been an angel, but he had not deserved what I had done to him, or to myself.

I burst into tears. I had nobody to turn to. I was alone. Well...I certainly couldn't go to our kids, now adults, and tell them anything. They knew we were divorced, but not the reason's why. I had been surprised that Jim hadn't said or told them what a slut their mother had been, but he had just told them to ask me why we got divorced. I told them a very skimpy truth. That we had just fallen out of love for a bit...and it had been enough. 

We had always kept serious problems from our kids. Jim as well as myself had felt that they didn't need to be bothered with our problems. It carried over into our lives even after they had grown and gone out on their own too. 

I knew that they stayed in touch with Jim as well as me, but they stayed out of our lives too. I guess they didn't want to get into the middle of something they couldn't comprehend. I mean, we had been married and we had seemed so happy up until a few months ago. 

They were probably in shock, or worse...maybe they just didn't care about us anymore. A fear I had found since the divorce. I guess I felt so unlovable, that I thought even my kids couldn't love me anymore. I know it didn't make sense, but I had been through so much...in so short a time.

I stood there under the street light and watched the one man I still loved more than anything, walk out on me. His pregnant-by-another-man-ex-slut-off-a-wife. At that moment I felt as low as I ever had. I went home and just sat, staring at the wall. I didn't know what I was going to do. What would the kids think of their mother now? 

The days went by, and I grew fatter. Pregnant. What had I been thinking? Too late to get an abortion...had I wanted to. Way to old to start changing diapers at two, three and four in the morning...alone, single. I don't know how many times I cried myself to sleep over the next weeks, but I think it was a nightly event.

"Mom...you're...you...you look..."

My daughter stood in my doorway staring at me. My swelling belly now showing that it wasn't fat. Definitely a baby on board.

"Pregnant. Yes...I'm pregnant."

"Does daddy know?"

"I told him. But...I can't believe this...Honey...it isn't your daddies. It is...I mean..."

How does a mother tell her daughter that she fucked around with a man, in front of her husband, forcing him to see her be a cheap slut...and got pregnant to boot?

"Is that why daddy left you mom? You were seeing someone behind his back?"

"Oh no...I...I..."

I started bawling. I turned and went into the livingroom, sitting on the couch. Judy followed me, shutting the door quietly.

"What mom? Were you raped? What?"

"Ohhhh...I found out that your father was having an affair. Instead of confronting him about it, I arranged to get even. During that revenge...I ended up pregnant. By a man I hardly know. A man that I can't find. He was in the hospital...I think your father may have had something to do with that too...but...I...I did things with that man that I never had with your father...and destroyed our marriage in the process. It wasn't worth it. Not at all. I hurt him so bad...terribly bad."

Her arms went around me in comfort. I collapsed, crying like a baby.

"Oh mom...I'm so sorry. I didn't know. What are you going to do? Is it too late to get an abortion?'

"Oh yes, Far too late. I didn't realize, what with everything going on in my life...it was the last thing I thought of...the missed periods..I thought...menopause...stress...everything but what I should have. I forgot...somehow...about your father's vasectomy...stupid...so stupid."

"So...you're going to have a baby? I'm going to be a big sister?"

"I guess so. You must think I'm the biggest slut. A terrible person."

"You're my mother. I love you. I'll help you as much as I can. Daddy...won't help?"

Here it was. The telling truth. I felt I had to tell her. Maybe I was just a bit masochistic...maybe I wanted to feel more pain...drive those I loved away from me...I just blurted it all out.

"I found out about your father...I got in shape, then I started to look...for revenge. I found Mark...he...talked me into doing some things...then...I tricked your father into letting himself be tied up...tight. Mark came in, all arranged for...and I did it all right in front of your father. I wasn't thinking right. I was so mad. Then...when he left me...I knew I had gone too far. Way too far.'

"Oh God...in front of daddy? Oh mom...oh no."

I was surprised when Judy took me into her arms and held me. We both cried at my admission of guilt. I had become nothing less than a terrorist. Forcing the one man I had loved all these years to witness my revenge. To have actually rubbed his face in it too. Terrible pains shot through me. It took a bit before I realized that they were more than just thoughts.

"Oh...Oh...Judy...I think something's wrong...I...hurt. BAD."

"Mom? Mom...what is it?"

"Pain...my stomach...Oh GOD...it's the baby."

Judy ran me to the hospital. Calling them on the way by her cell phone. It was a ride I'll never forget. She was speeding like she was in a race. I heard a siren behind us, but Judy didn't slow down until we reached the hospital. Once there I was rushed into surgery. When I came to, my first vision was Judy and Sam, our son. Worried, they both were holding my hands.

"What happened?"

I was groggy from the anesthesia. 

"Mom...it was the baby. The doctor will be here shortly. I...he better tell you. You're all right though...you're going to be all right."

Later, after the doctor had explained about the miscarriage I was depressed. Not just because of losing the baby...but because of my life and how it had all gone to hell in a handbasket. The kids stayed with me for a while, then went to a motel. Later, when I was released, I went home. I didn't need too much care, but Judy insisted on staying home with me for a few days. 

Jim hadn't shown up at all. Judy and Sam had called him, letting him know, but I could tell that he hadn't taken it too well. They both refused to say what Jim had said, so I knew that it hadn't been good, whatever it had been.

I had missed work to the point that I was afraid of being fired, my life had been disrupted totally by my revenge and the resulting pregnancy, and now I knew beyond a doubt that Jim no longer loved me. At all. I was depressed. Enough that Judy and Sam were worried. Judy made me go see doctor, and I was given some drugs to help with things. Then I set up running appointments with another doctor to talk about everything. 

Work...well they stood up for me, and held my job until I was able to come back. That first day back was difficult, since I felt that everyone must have known what a slut I had become. I was surprised with a party, and cake my first day back, nobody mentioning why I had been gone.

Life slowly got back to almost normal. I still missed Jim terribly, and I refused to date anyone, but I got better and better. I began working out again, and soon things got on an even keel. My kids...stayed with me when they could, and called constantly when they couldn't. I became used to being alone...single. Didn't like it...but it was my life now.

Yet, each night I prayed fervently that one day Jim would decide to try to get back with me, just one more time. Every night I prayed that. Impossible I know, but I still loved him totally. I had shoved him out of my life with my thoughtless revenge and now I knew why it was said that revenge was a dish best served cold.

I found that I was constantly seeking out any information on Jim, always feeling the pain of hearing how he had a new girlfriend or had dated some other woman the other night. Yet, I still held out for that one chance. He'd never talked to me since that night at his party. I know that the kids had talked to him, but what they had told him and what he had said I didn't know. All I got from them were sad looks and sympathy.

I heard that he had moved into a house out in the boonies...and was seeing a young woman, half his age. By all appearances they were quite happy with each other. I saw them once while at the grocery store, and I stayed away from them. Seeing the look in his eyes when he looked at her tore me apart. 

After that day I tried to forget all about Jim. He had obviously forgotten about me. I still didn't date at all, but between my workouts and work I stayed fairly busy. I know that my co-workers were wondering why I wasn't interested in dating anyone, but only one, a very close friend of mine, knew the real reasons.

One day the phone rang. I had just gotten home from work, and was in the process of going through my mail. I picked it up and Judy started talking even before I had gotten out 'Hello'.

"Mom...there's been an accident. Daddy is...in the hospital. We thought you should know. It's pretty serious. I've talked to the doctor, told him about you and daddy, he said that he'd allow you to come to see dad, as long as he stays calm. If he starts to get worked up you'll have to go."

I began to feel dizzy. I was afraid for Jim. If anything happened to him, I'd...we'd...

"What happened? Why is Jim in the hospital? Oh...God..."

"Mom? Mom?"

I just blacked out. When I came to, Judy was there with me, standing over me with a look of concern. I had passed out. Me, like a silly weakling. I had never passed out before, not for any reason. I was more than a little shook up.

"What...happened?"

"I heard you mom, you sounded funny, then I couldn't get you to answer me. I ran over as fast as I could...and found you here, on the floor. You must have passed out. I'm sorry. I should have come over to tell you, not just call like I did."

"I passed out? Oh...my head...must have banged it when I fell."

Judy knelt beside me and held me. I finally regained my strength and got up. Still a bit shaky, I walked to the nearest chair and collapsed into it. Putting my head in my arms, bent over the table, I began to sob. Everything had gone so bad ever since that night. The worst part was it was all my fault. All of it.

"Dad was driving home from the store. The police said that the other guy must have missed the stop sign, or just didn't stop. Dad came around the corner, couldn't stop in time. He's pretty busted up. He was conscious when they brought him in to the hospital since he was asking for...you. He asked for you mom." 

"Me? He asked for me? But...why?"

"Why ask why mom? Just go there, be there for him. Maybe...maybe he is having second thoughts. Maybe he wants to tell you something. I don't know, but the doctor told us he asked for you. They didn't know how to get in touch with you though. Daddy had my phone number in his wallet, that's how I found out."

Jim had asked for me? I was at a loss. I thought he hated me. I didn't know what to do now. I was afraid that if I went in that I'd find out that he had reasons other than telling me that he still cared for me. If I didn't go and he...died...then I'd never know. I was torn between opening myself up to more of his hate and anger towards me, and wanting to hear him tell me that he wanted me back. A catch 22. One that I'd never thought would happen.

"Mom...I'll drive. You need to go see him."

"I don't know. He was so angry with me Judy. I hurt him so bad that day. I don't know if I could handle it if he just wanted to unload some more hate on me."

"I don't think that's what he wants to tell you mom. He did tell us that he was on his way to see you."

Judy was giving me a look. I thought I could detect a smile in her eyes, but I was unsure. I finally decided to go in. Steeling my heart for rejection, just in case. This was going to be a difficult time not only for Jim, but for me too.




Jim and Sharon Ch. 04



Walking into the hospital room the first thing I saw was Jim. Tubes sticking in him all over, his left arm in a cast, his right leg in one too. His chest was taped tight and I could see discoloration where some blood had soaked through in one place. His eyes were closed and he was resting, so I just stood there and stared at him. The one man I loved more than life itself, yet I had chased him away.

My presence must have disturbed him, he woke up. Looking into my eyes a smile came to his lips.

"Hey. It's not as bad as it looks. I'll be all right soon."

I was about to say something when in walked this young blonde girl. She walked right past me and went to Jim's side. Bending down, she kissed him on his lips, holding there for a moment longer than proper. Then she picked up his hand and turned to look at me.

"You must be Sharon."

Not friendly, not welcoming, but cold. Ice cold.

"Yes."

"What are you doing here?"

"I...I was told that Jim wanted to see me."

She looked at Jim, and something in his eyes must have told her. She kissed him again, then laid his hand down along his side.

"I'll wait outside sweetie. Just yell out and I'll be right here if you need me."

As she said that she glared at me with venom that chilled me. She was obviously protecting her turf. I was wondering why Jim had wanted me here now. It was readily apparent that this young Goddess and Jim were an item, and a lot closer than I knew.

As she walked by me she stopped and whispered in my ear, soft enough that Jim couldn't hear.

"You hurt him once, so I'll tell you this bitch...you hurt him here today or ever again, I'll hunt you down. I promise."

I froze in place as she walked out. Fear...I felt fear. This woman was willing to go to the mat for Jim. Why...why hadn't I? I had been his wife for years. I knew him so well...or rather, I thought I had.

"Thanks for coming Sharon."

"What did you want Jim? I thought you never wanted to see or hear from me again?"

"Look. I need to get something off my chest. I was wrong to have cheated on you. I was trying to tell you that night...but you wouldn't let me. I broke it off with her earlier that week. I was trying to get my head back on straight and going to fix things with you."

"I knew that Jim. I knew you were about to tell me. I...that's why I rushed you into the chair and played that game on you. If I had thought about it more, with a cooler head, I would never have done any of those things, and especially not in front of you like I did. I am sorry. I really messed things up...didn't I?"

"Well, we both did Sharon. What I wanted was to tell you that I was sorry for cheating on you when I did, and that I forgive you for your revenge. I had time to think about things...then when I heard about how you almost died and lost the baby in that miscarriage...I knew I needed to come to terms with everything. I was on my way to the house to tell you when the truck..."

I saw a pained look slam across his face and one of the monitors began beeping. He laid back, his head suddenly heavy on his shoulders. A nurse briskly walked in and began to look over all the tubes and monitors, then found where something had pulled loose. Re-inserting it, the beeping stopped.

"You need to be more careful Jim. That tube has to be where it is, it's what's keeping you alive at the moment."

My heart was pounding as I thought that Jim was far worse off than he appeared to be. Jim laughed, and the nurse joined in. I saw nothing funny about some tube that was keeping him alive coming loose. I was about to shout at them both when I realized that the tube must not be an important one after all...it was just the friendly banter of a nurse and her patient.

The nurse left the room with a smile and a nod at me. Jim smiled at me, then sipped on a drink. He was having some trouble with the straw so I stepped in to assist him. Another hand came in between us and I saw that the young lady was back and practically shoving me out of the way to help him.

"Tammi...I still need to say some things to Sharon...could you give us a few more minutes?"

"Can't you say them while I'm here? Oh, never mind...I understand...let me know when you're done though okay?"

Kissing him again, this time with some tongue that she let me see as she broke away from him. I knew that she did it purposely. Marking her territory. Letting me know that Jim was hers now. Not mine.

"I should go. I can see that I'm upsetting...Tammi."

She gave me a look that boded nothing good as she brushed by. I moved back, allowing her space to walk by. I could feel the chill air emanating from her.

Turning back to Jim I saw a look in his eyes as he watched Tammi walk out. I knew that look. There had been a time when that look had been reserved for me alone. He loved that girl. A lot.

"Look, Sharon...I just wanted to apologize to you and let you know that I forgive you for...that night. For everything. Tammi made me see that I need to move on, as do you. I am sorry that you lost the baby...I know how you feel about things like that. You would have been a great mom. I know that. I'm sorry that things didn't work out."

I held my emotions in check. I knew that if I said anything at that moment I'd start crying. He had just wanted to tell me that he was over me. Something I didn't want to hear. But, thinking about it for a moment, I knew that it was the right thing to do. Move on that is.

"Well, I wish that I could take that night back Jim...I really do. I caused you to hate me, and leave me. Had I thought it out more I would never have gone that far. I'm the one who should be sorry."

"Uh..so you know Sharon...Tammi and I are...well...we are thinking on getting married. She's a bit...wild...I'm not sure that a wedding will happen. She was the one that insisted that I clear the air between us first though. I'm...I'm not trying to hurt you with this revelation...it's just that I thought you deserved to know why."

"Well...good luck Jim. I hope that she brings you happiness. I know that I..."

"Sharon...stop. Quit doing that to yourself. You have a lot going for you. Try to find someone else. We can't be together anymore...but you could find someone who will love you. Don't dwell on us and what was."

"Easier said than done Jim. Of course, you must know all about that. This change in you...it is a good thing. Tammi must have worked wonders for you. I'm happy that...you've found...that you..."

I couldn't help myself. Tears fell and as they did I stumbled out a goodbye and turned, almost running out of the room. Running past Tammi I saw a look in her eyes that made me wonder about her...but I was in too much pain to think about it at that time.

Jim takes over:

Watching Sharon leave I saw the pain in her eyes. I had no choice. I had to do this and Tammi and I had worked it all out. So far everything had happened just as planned, well, except for the accident. That had not been planned. I only hoped that we hadn't gone too far. I didn't intend to hurt Sharon more than I already had.

Tammi walked in, smiling.

"So...how did it all go lover?"

"Okay. I think she was a bit hurt."

"Honey, she was more than hurt. She was crushed. You still going to be able to go through with all of our plan? Are you positive that you want to? Are you sure you don't still love her?"

"Yes. I think it will work out fine. It's just a bit hard on me at times, just as I'm sure it's hard on Sharon too. Are you sure you love me still? I mean..."

"Jim...you are one of the best lovers I've ever had...of course I want to do this. I'd follow you through hell if you asked me to darling. I'm so glad that me met, and found out that we love some of the same things. Right now, you need to rest and get better. By the time you get out of here I'll be ready to fuck your eyeballs out. I love you so much too. More than I have ever loved anyone."

Just as Tammi said that I looked up to see Judy and Sam walking into the room. I felt more than a little uncomfortable at that moment...but Tammi ignored them and once again gave me a very intimate kiss. 

The awkward silence after that hot kiss became almost unbearable, until Tammi stepped into the void and saved the day.

"Hi guys...your mom was just here. I was just saying bye to your dad for a while...I have some shopping to do. See ya later."

Judy was glaring at her while Sam just smiled uncomfortably as Tammi walked past them.

"So...how are you two?"

"We should be asking you that dad. How did things go with you and mom?"

"As good as I could have thought. I wish it could have gone better...but with so much behind us now..."

"What are you doing dad? That...girl...Tammi...why on earth do you even like her?"

"Judy...you should know the answer to that. Tammi is a very special young lady...we have...feelings for each other. Strong feelings. Matter of fact I love her. We are planning on getting married."

"I hope you love her...since you plan on marrying her. I just can't figure you out dad. You mope around most of the time thinking about mom..."

"No I don't. I hardly think about her at all any more. I heard about her baby and the miscarriage and all...and felt that I needed to set things straight with her. Our past...has had too many things happen now for us to be together, you know that."

"Dad, we all know that isn't true." Sam's statement was more hopeful than assured.

Damn...Sam was going to take sides now too? I hoped that Tammi and I had worked out things and that they would happen as we wanted. This was going to be a tough couple of months for us I could see that. I was positive that the kids would never accept Tammi, just as Tammi had warned me.

"Look, your mom and I are history. There is no going back. I know that she wants to 'fix' things between us and all, but I'm never going back there. What I did was bad enough, what she did was totally uncalled for. Totally."

"But dad, you hurt her when you had that affair. She was angry and hurt. She did what any woman would have done had they the chance."

"WRONG. She took her revenge much to far Judy and you know it. To tie me up like she did, then force me to watch her 'get even', then, to top it off, rubbing her...rubbing my face with her...no...there is no going back."

I couldn't believe I had almost told my children what their mother had done to me. Every once in a while I still had nightmares about that event. I hurt all over, and my leg itched like crazy. I just wanted to go home and heal. Sam had something on his mind that he wanted to ask or say. I could tell by how he was holding himself, and knowing him from raising him as I had.

"Uh...I have to go dad. Is there anything you need?"

"No. Thanks anyway Judy. Take care sweetie. I love you."

"I know dad. I know. I just wish..."

"Not gonna happen dear. Forget it."

"Are you coming Sam?"

"Nah sis, I want to talk to dad for a bit. Man to man stuff. Catch you later."

As Judy walked out I could see her shoulders droop as if under a huge load. I knew that Sharon and I getting divorced was the reason fo that. What she wanted, what Sharon wanted, I could not give. I had lost my faith in my wife. With that one act she had shown that I could never trust her again.

Now I had found someone who had probably more experience than many men would have cared for, but I knew that Tammi not only had fallen in love with me, but that we were pretty well matched sexually as well. Not only that, but we were about equal financially too. She had an inheritance from a grandfather and her work.

Having only been together for such a short time, I still felt that we had a bright future together. Our plan, such as it were, was fairly simple. Get married, take a nice long trip to the Bahama's, then settle into life at my place. 

We had already fixed up a play room, and Tammi had moved over some of her things. Our age difference being what it was, I did at times worry about the future and us. Tammi always reassured me that she would always be faithful to me. I believed her, even though some would have probably said "Sure...for now."

You see, I knew some things about Tammi that convinced me that she meant what she said, and that she would hold true to a promise. In her past men had tossed her aside after getting their fill of her. One had been engaged to her, only to get caught cheating on her two weeks before the marriage.

We had talked over many things, and together we had discovered that we needed each other. Both having been hurt in the past, and both searching for someone to love, and share our lives with. Sharon had cut me deeper than I had ever been cut, and it took some time before I could trust any woman fully again, but Tammi had broken through that wall.

One thing Tammi had that drew me so much was her insight on life and love. Sexually she was a free bird, but emotionally she could be tightly controlled. She had fallen in love with me on our third 'date', if one could call it that.

Now, sitting in the hospital, it seemed I had time, and lots of it. I spent it reflecting on my life and the mistakes I had made over time. The last one was a big one of course. This was or rather, had been an issue with Tammi. She knew that I had cheated on Sharon first. She also knew that our sex life had been a part of that reason. 

"Dad?"

Sam brought me back to the present.

"If you'd rather, I could come back some other time and talk to you. You look worn out."

"Nah...I'm fine. What's on your mind Sam?"

"It's about mom and you. You know that mom has been tearing herself apart over how she treated you that night...what could she have done that was so bad? You had a lot of good years together. Why throw them all away?"

I had seen this coming. I knew that Sam would push to know my reasons why I refused so forcefully to get back together with Sharon. I guess I would have to tell him exactly...though I wasn't sure how he'd feel about me or his mother afterwards. It would just keep eating at him otherwise.

"Sam...you have been a good son. I'm not sure that you need to hear what happened that night, or even why. I don't want to hurt you, or your relationship with me or your mother. Please...just let it go and accept that we are divorced."

"I can't dad. I"ve tried to accept it, tried to let it go. You and mom had so many good years together, to throw them all away over your cheating and her getting even just seems stupid."

I steeled myself for what was to come. I was tired and sore, not sure if I could stand this stress either...but I had it to do.

"Okay Sam. You asked for it. In no uncertain terms...the truth of what happened. I started working out, met a young lady who became my lover. Your mother had lost interest in sex and I guess I felt, me by osmosis. After a while I got my sanity back and realized that I was wrong to do that to your mother. So I broke it off with Gwen. Later that week I decided to tell your mom about it and try to fix things between us. Your mom had been working out too, and I was happy for her, but couldn't figure out why she wouldn't work out with me."

"I remember you going to the gym, then mom too. I thought that was great. Then it all seemed to fall apart there."

"Yeah. First with me, then...well, the night I was going to tell her was the night she decided to pull her revenge. She was all lovey dovey, and I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't give me a chance. She talked me into letting me be tied up to a chair in our room, at the foot of our bed. She teased me a bit, then sprung her surprise on me."

"Is that when she brought in that guy...Mark?"

"Yeah. I was secured quite well. I tried to get loose but I couldn't. Your mom...had sex with him...lots of times. They did things that we, your mom and I, had never done. Things that I had tried to get her to do, but she refused even getting mad at me at times. Then, when they were done after the first round, she walked up to me, climbed up on my lap and rubbed her...self all over my face. His...and her's...juices...I wanted to die. I hadn't seen it coming at all, and then to do such a thing...it was too much. Way too much."

"Oh."

I could see that he was shocked and not quite believing me, but I knew that if he asked his mother he'd get a similar enough story to realize the truth of that night. I hated telling him, but I knew that he'd never have quit until he had heard the reasons why.

"Yeah. Oh."

"I'm sorry dad. I thought that it wasn't quite so...harsh. I guess I thought that mom had slept with a guy to get even...not that she had made you watch and listen to her do it, then...to...finish up the way she did. I never knew she could be so vindictive."

"Sam, first of all, she was angry as she ever had been. I had hurt her way more than a lot. Also, that guy...Mark, he talked her into doing some of those things out of some kind of spite, and she allowed herself to get talked into doing them too. I guess what I'm saying here is, don't blame your mom too much, as I had a large part in it all too. If I had never cheated on her, she wouldn't have ever done something like that. I know that."

"What about Tammi?"

"What about her?"

"You're going to marry her?"

"That's the plan. Not sure it will be at all like your mom's and my marriage, but we love each other. She was resistant to the marriage thing at first, then I gave up. Later, she brought it back up and had changed her mind. I guess we were both a bit skeptical about the ring thing. Now we are taking it easy, and figuring out the details. The time will be when we are sure we are quite ready to do that deed."

"She's so much younger than you dad. Hell, she's about my age."

"She is your age. Same age as you. It does seem a bit...weird at times. But I'm sure she loves me just as I love her. Not sure how it will all end up, especially since I never thought I'd ever be in the situation I'm in to begin with. I lost a lot of faith in marriage and wives, women in general. I think for a while I had even lost faith in myself too."

"What about mom?"

"Well, she'd listen to you kids, so if you were smart, you'd get her to start dating someone. Anyone. As long as he is a decent guy. She needs a man in her life."

"And...you're not him?"

"No. Sorry Sam, but I"m not him. I may have been at one time, but not now."

"I had to try dad. It just doesn't seem right somehow."

"I know Sam. A lot of things in life don't turn out like we would like them to either. It's a part of life."

Sharon continues...

I left the hospital that day knowing that Jim was right. We would never be an item again. I made up my mind to move on and either find someone else or prepare to live as a single woman. Judy stayed close to me over the next few months, and Sam seemed a bit distant at times, but he too checked up on me. 

What I didn't know was that Jim had finally told Sam what I had done to him that night. Not that it would have mattered in the long run. I was asked out by a guy one day while at work. He had come in on business, and finding out that I was available, he asked me out to dinner. I accepted.

The date didn't go real well, but I had to admit that part of that reason was my fault. I guess I choked a bit being with a man I hardly knew. He did ask me out again though. Suddenly I had all kinds of suitors, and my social life got very busy.

I never went very far with any of my dates, no more than a kiss or sometimes, if I really liked them, I'd allow a grope or two. I was still holding back too much. Then, one night on a date with 'Dave', somehow I got so turned on. 

He had been a perfect gentleman all night long, and since it was our fourth date I figured he would have tried something by now. Yet, he still acted the perfect gentleman. I initiated the first kiss, and suddenly we were hugging, groping and then flat out necking in his car. I felt like a school girl on a first date for a bit. Until that kiss that is.




Jim and Sharon Ch. 04



All I knew was I wanted him bad. Real bad. I was horny, my time of the month had just past. I hadn't been with a man since Mark...not that I missed him in any way. My kiss became inflamed when Dave began to slip his tongue into my mouth. 

I found one of his hands on my chest, just above my breasts, and the other was on my waist. Our tongues were in a battle, his winning out over mine. How he kissed too. He'd suck my bottom lip into his mouth then release it, just before it became painful. Next his tongue would slip inside and caress my mouth, then he would back away until our lips were barely touching.

At one point I realized that his hand was not only on my breast, but inside my dress and bra, directly touching my skin. His fingers lightly pinched my nipple and then his hand cupped my breast gently. I leaned back, allowing him to undo my bra totally, even undoing the buttons on my dress. 'So he wouldn't tear my dress or pop the buttons off.' I told myself. Hell, I wanted him bad at that point.

His mouth began to move down my neck, kissing my neck, then just above my chest...then sucking a nipple in between his lips. I gave myself to him at that point. I decided in my mind that he would have a night to remember. So would I, I hoped.

I had goose bumps as his lips touched my breasts and nipples. I needed him so bad. I cried out louder than I ever had before, and he took it in stride. Nothing bothered him as he turned me into a pile of jell-o. My hand slipped down to his lap, and I felt the outline of his cock through his pants. 

Hard as a rock and quite large. I rubbed the length of it, then began to undo his pants. I soon discovered that he wore no underwear. Something I had always thought would turn me off, and surprised to find it actually turned me on even more.

Taking his hard hot shaft in my hands I began to stroke him. I could feel his pre-cum, wetting the plum shaped head of his cock. I tried to bend down to suck him, but he refused to let me loose. His mouth was working overtime on my breasts, sucking and licking them.

There we were, in his car in public, almost fucking. My breasts bared for anyone passing by to see. And...I didn't care. I was as horny as I had ever been. My hand was stroking Dave's cock and the throbbing hardness was driving me crazy. Pushing him away, I finally freed myself enough to go down on him.

Taking his cock into my mouth, I started with just putting the head inside my mouth. My hands were caressing the length of him that wasn't inside my mouth. His hands went to my hair, and he sat back, allowing me total freedom.

I slowly began to move down, taking more of his hot hard shaft into my mouth, then as the head of it bumped against my throat, I swallowed several times, gaining control over my gag reflex. I pulled up and looked at his cock for a bit, stroking is as I did. I wanted it all. I was going to take it all in my mouth...I knew that.

"You don't have to..."

"I want to Dave. You deserve the best I can give, and besides that, I want to taste you. Just relax...let me please you."

He laid his head back and closed his eyes as I took him back between my lips. This time I was prepared mentally...and as my lips surrounded his shaft, I sucked in hard. I let my head go down, taking in his cock until once again it bumped against my throat opening. This time, I let it remain there as I swallowed, then, when I knew my throat would open up, I took the rest of him. 

As my lips touched the pubic hairs at the base of his cock I heard him moan loudly. 

"Oh...God...nobody has ever taken me this far before. God...Sharon...it's magic...you are the best."

His words in my ears drove me to do more for him. I moved my head up and down, sucking him between my tightly closed lips, allowing him to hold my head. As he began to cum his hands pulled on my hair, and I let my head go down. I had a time for a bit swallowing his cum, but I managed to get most of it.

Afterwards, I cleaned up his shaft, sucking him lovingly and licking him too. He remained hard, and even though I wanted to fuck him and have that shaft in my pussy so bad, I knew that we were playing with fire already. I had been aware of several people walking by as I was going down on him, and they had gotten an eyeful for sure. "My place or yours?"

His question was loud in the car. I hadn't realized how quiet we were.

"My place. You drive...I'll keep you...interested."

"You aren't going to lose my interest Sharon. Not now...not ever."

"Well, lets just say that I want to make sure that something keeps the right idea in its head then...okay?"

"You have to give me some directions...and I don't want to wreck on the way."

"I'll be careful...I promise. It's just that your cock is so...hard...so...very hard. I need you. Bad. I can't believe I'm telling you that either. I should be ashamed of myself."

I kept him hard all the way to my place. Once there, we got undressed just inside the front door, and never made it out of the living room until later that night. We fucked on the couch, on the dining room table, on the buffet, I sucked him off as he stood in front of me, and he ate me to one glorious orgasm after another as I lay on the coffee table and he knelt between my legs.

Once we hit the bedroom our lovemaking slowed down from the hot and furious needful sex to the more romantic and soft sex. In the morning I awoke to find Dave sleeping beside me, spoon- fashion. I loved the feeling of his cock rubbing between my ass cheeks, and thinking about that got me hotter than hell.

I wanted to try something with him. Something I had only done once before. Dave had done such a wonderful job the night before, I felt I had to do something to equal his enthusiasm and giving ways.

I got up and showered. Once out of the shower, I applied some of the lube I had left from...that night...deep inside me. Feeling clean and ready, I stepped out of the bathroom only to see an empty bed. He was gone.

I soon heard the shower upstairs running and realized that he had gotten up and wanted to cleanup too. I waited, getting more horny by the minute, until he came back into the bedroom, just a towel around his waist.

"Hey...you ready for some more?"

"With you? Always Goddess. Always."

"Good."

I grabbed his towel and snapped it away. His hard cock bobbed in the air, swollen, red and wanting. I knelt in front of him, and sucked him for a bit...making sure he was hard as he could be. Then, taking his hand, I led him to the bed. Getting on it on all fours, I kept my knees right on the edge, my pussy and ass right where he could access them as he stood behind me.

He caressed my back and then breasts from behind, as his cock bumped into my ass cheeks, and pressed between them from time to time. Feeling the heat from his cock turned me on even more, and I reached back to guide him into me. 

I'm not sure what he was looking at as I placed the head of his cock against my asshole, but I heard him moaning at my touch. I felt my tight little hole spreading as I pushed back into him, and he gasped.

"Sharon...that's the...you don't have to..."

"Dave...I want to do this. You deserve it...and I think we both will like it. Unless you'd rather not, I want this."

"I just don't want to hurt you. I'm a bit larger than some men...and..."

"We'll just take it easy. I lubed up after my shower...that will help. Just go with the flow. Remember...I want to do this."

He sighed as his shaft began to work into me. I could feel that initial burning sensation, then once he was fully inside me, I held us still. Getting used to him didn't take long for me at all, which surprised me. Once the pain and burn feel off to a bearable level, I began to move in and out on his hardness.

Soon, we were really going at it. I was having orgasm after orgasm. I still can't explain it, it felt so nasty, so perverted, yet so good too. That and the fact that each stroke began to cause little orgasms eventually. His hot cum shot into my darkest, tightest hole and that feeling caused me to have a huge orgasm. I fell forward, and Dave followed me, his cock never leaving my ass.

Laying together, him on top, I just about passed out, not quite, but close. Once he began to soften, he pulled out, which stirred more little tiny orgasms deep inside me. It was weird and yet wonderful for me.

He rolled over onto his back and sighed deeply. I turned and looked at his body, then began to kiss my way down...soon taking his cock into my mouth and sucking him hard once again. He tried to stop me for a moment, but after I insisted, he just laid back and let me do what I wanted. I had him cumming again fairly soon and drank his nectar all up, not missing a drop.

I finished sucking and licking him clean then laid alongside of him. He caressed my body, and then returned the oral favor. He knew how to eat a pussy that was for sure. His soft kisses and licks had me on the edge quick, and then he began to play with me, teasing and bringing me close but not quite over the top. 

After a while I was begging him for release...and he gave it to me. I about smothered him as I came, holding his head as tightly as I was. I remembered to give up a bit of my pull so I didn't, but I know I had been holding him too closely to breathe. It was a wonderful and sexually pleasing time. 

After that, the next dates were far more interesting as we explored each other and our needs and wants. I found Dave to be quite a lover, and quite willing to experiment with sex. He brought out things in me I never knew existed, and I think, I brought some things out in him too. We were very open in talking about sex, and discussing ideas or fantasies.

I wasn't sure where we were headed, or if we'd be married or not. I was sure that I loved having sex with him. He made me feel special, something I had been missing since Jim and I had fell apart. I was thankful for Jim showing me that we both needed to get past our 'past' and I knew that some day I would have to thank him for helping me, even though I hadn't thought it was what I wanted.

I went to Jim and Tammi's wedding. Judy had come by one day and visited. 

"Hey mom. If and when dad and Tammi decide to get married, would you want to be invited?"

"Well, a few months ago I would have shouted no...but now...I guess...yes. Your father will always be a special man in my heart...but we...I...have moved on. He helped me to do that, and I needed that push too. So...yes I would go if invited and not be a pain."

"Good, then you are going to be invited."

"Your father put you up to finding out?"

"Actually, no. Tammi was the one who asked me to find out. She wanted to invite you, but dad was a bit leery of it. He thought you might cause a scene."

"Tammi? Really?"

"Well mom, it was her idea to make sure dad talked to you and settled things between you. She isn't such a bad person...I guess. Once I got over the fact that she wasn't the one to cause all the hurt between you and dad...I began to kind of like her."

"Yes...I know. I deserve most of that blame. Me and...well, your dad and that Gwen...it was a bad time for us all though. I'm glad it's over with."

"Tammi will send you the invitation as soon as I tell her it's okay."

Later that night, while waiting for Dave to show up for our date, I realized that I was okay with Jim and Tammi...I truly was. I was also happy that they wouldn't turn me away from their lives either. I knew that Dave and I had a good chance to become what Jim and I had been, without the cheating...and I hoped that things for Jim and Tammi worked out well too.

One thing I did learn from all of this...'revenge is a dish best served cold' a very precise and knowledgeable statement. I could see that clearly now. A mistake I'd never make again.