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The Accident Ch. 01

By: curious2c



It was eight o'clock in the evening when 'the' call came. I had been working long and hard all-day and got home to a message on the answering machine at six. She had a meeting late tonight and wouldn't be home any time soon. She also said she would eat out so not to wait for her. 

Sue, my wife is a wonderful wife. We have been married for about ten years. We have no kids as we both decided early in our marriage to not have any until we were settled in our lives and comfortable. That time hadn't come along yet, and as much as I was ready, I loved Sue enough to not press her.

Sue's job had unusual hours at times since she was involved in international business sales for the company she worked for. She was good at what she did and her beauty didn't hurt her ability to get contracts either. I was used to her being out late once in a while, but lately she had been doing that quite a bit. It seemed ever since her new supervisor had taken over.

Anyway...I digress...The call came in at eight o'clock. I remember because I was looking at the clock as I picked up the phone. The man on the other end of the phone was brusque and business like.

"Mr. Adams? John Adams?"

"Yes. This is he."

"Your wife has been involved in an accident. She is here at County General. She is going to be all right but she was banged up pretty good. We are going to keep her over night for observation. We thought you should know."

"Okay. Uh...I'll be right down. You're sure she's going to be okay though?"

"Yes."

After I hung up my mind was dazed. How could she have been in an accident? What had happened? I drove to the hospital in record time. I was surprised I didn't get a speeding ticket. I pushed the limits all the way. 

Walking into the ER I found myself in front of the main desk. As I was waiting I could hear the doctor and nurse talking about the man in the room behind me.

"He is one lucky man. She could have bit it clean off. As it is he's going to have about fifteen stitches around the base of his penis."

"I find it hard to believe that she had him that far inside her mouth. Her teeth marks were right at the base, in his pubic hair."

"You mean where his pubic hair used to be?"

Laughing the nurse shook her head and walked into the room.

"Mr. Samuel's?"

I froze. That was Sue's boss's name. I was now stunned even more. What had happened? Had Sue been with him? If so...had she witnessed this woman almost biting him off? Then it hit me. Sue had been with him in the car. Had Sue been the one with her mouth down his cock and almost bit it off?

I was thinking hard now. It couldn't have been. Sue had in the past given me a blowjob, but she always considered my seven inches too long to take very far inside her mouth. Most certainly she couldn't have taken her boss's cock that far...unless...unless he had a really small cock.

About then the nurse came out of his room and went over to where the other nurses on shift were standing. I maneuvered in closer in time to hear them discussing his cock.

"Man, she had it all the way to the base? That thing is eight inches soft. How long and big around would it be hard?"

"I know. It's amazing. Where did she ever learn to take a cock that big that deep?"

"I'd love to ask her...but it's really none of our business."

"The ambulance drivers said that her bra and blouse were undone and she had no panties on either. They must have really been going at it."

"What are the odds that a drunk driver would sideswipe them and cause them to hit that fence like they did? They were lucky they didn't head on with that guy. She was lucky her guy didn't drive over that embankment. That alone would have killed them both."

"Her husband been called?"

"Yes. That's the other thing. How do you think he'll take it knowing that she was in a car wreck with her friend in there? Cheating on him like that then to have something like this happen. I'd not want to be in her shoes."

"Can I help you sir?"

One of the nurses had finally noticed me and turned to take care of me. The others kept talking in lower voices, until I announced that I was Mr. Adams. They looked at me guiltily and then moved apart and got real busy on things around them. The nurse helping me turned red in the face.

"Uh...you didn't hear...I mean to say..."

"Yes I heard. I know my wife was with her boss in his car. They had an accident and his penis was almost bit off. I guess that means she was...cheating on me then."

"I'm sorry. Uh...well...she's in room seven over there. To your right. You're not going to do anything rash are you Mr. Adams? I mean...your wife and her...friend and all."

"Look, I'd better not see her right now. She's going to survive right? I'll just stop by later...after I've had some time..."

"I'm sorry. It must be a double dose of shock. Are you all right?"

I wasn't all right as she asked, but what could I say to her? I just shook my head and turned to leave. As I walked past Sue's boss's room I had to resist an urge to go in there and stomp the holy living shit out of that bastard. The only thing that stopped me was the two policemen standing in there with him taking his statement. 

I went home and just sat. Not a single light on in the house. I was stunned and hurt more than I had ever been in my entire life. My partner, my spouse, my one true love, my wife...had been cheating on me. How long? Why? I had lots of questions but no answers. None at all.

I remember the sun coming up. I was still sitting there, dressed, and not having slept at all. I called into my work and took some emergency leave. They had heard of Sue's accident and asked how she was. How was she? I didn't know. I hadn't gone to see her after finding out the shocking truth about her 'work' last night.

The phone rang about ten separate times before I came out of my daze and answered it.

"John? Where are you? Didn't someone call you last night? I need you. Please...I'm at the hospital...um...County General. Can you come get me please?"

"Oh, you want me to come get you? Why not ask your boss Mr. Samuel's? He got you to the hospital it seems. Oh by the way...I hope his cock works all right now. How bad of an accident was it that it caused your mouth to get into his pants and over his cock and almost bite it off?"

I waited...and heard gasping then crying. Sue was now sure I knew what she had been doing. Caught. Red handed.

"Please John. I can explain. Just come get me. Please?"

I slammed the phone down and went to take a shower. I heard the phone ringing lots of times but I ignored it. I had no interest in talking to my so-called wife at the moment. After showering I laid down and took a nap. I woke up later hearing the front door opening up.

"Thank you for coming and getting me mom. I'll be all right from here."

"Why on earth didn't John come and get you? He didn't even let you know he had been at the hospital. I know he knew because they told me they called him. The nurses said he was there last night. Why didn't he talk to you Sue? What's going on with you two?"

"Mom...I...I can't tell you right now. I need to talk to John and get some things straightened out first. Please? I'll be all right. I'll call you later okay?"

"Well, if you're sure. I'm worried about you and John, Sue. I really am."

Sue's mom was a sweetie. She had always been good to me. She had accepted me into the family with no reservations at all. I loved her almost as much as I loved my own mom. I could hear the worry in her voice. She knew that something bad had happened other than the car accident last night. 

As soon as her mom left I heard Sue walking down the hall. Slowly and quietly.

"John? Are you here?"

"Yeah. Maybe not for long though."

"We need to talk. But I need to sit down. My legs...kind of hurting right now."

"Oh? You mean that maybe Bill Samuel's cock may have been elsewhere and made you sore there as well?"

"Please. Don't talk like that John."

"What? Talk like what? Speculate about last night and the 'hard work' you put in with your boss? So hard that his cock almost got bit off? That's what happened isn't it? You two were in a car wreck while you were giving him a blowjob weren't you? "

"Oh God...how much do you know?"

"Only what I overheard the doctor and nurses talking about. How Bill needed fifteen stitches? How you were found with your clothes all messed up, but not by the accident? How big his cock is? Around eight inches soft or so I heard."

Sue was crying hard now. Her guilt plain as day. I was angry and couldn't trust myself to not get violent so I left the room. In the kitchen I made up a pot of coffee and tried to calm down. Why had Sue done this to me? To us? What had made her want to be with her boss like that? I had doubts about myself and of course anger with Sue about this whole thing.

"John...I still need you. Only you. I...it...Oh God..."

Sobbing she collapsed into the chair she was standing by. I saw her shoulders shaking, her face in her hands. I stood there, cold and still. Inside I was boiling over. Outside I was calm. In my work I often had to control my emotions when in difficult situations and I was now in one of the most difficult situations I had ever been in.

"Why? Why Sue?"

"I...I...I'm not sure. It's all mixed up now."

"You got that right."

"Please John, you aren't helping me at all here."

"Oh, I'm not helping you? What about you Sue? How are you helping me? How is having an affair with that asshole helping me at all? Care to explain that to me?"

"I'm sorry. I know that sounds so trite now...especially after all that's happened. I am truly sorry though."

"Sorry that you got caught maybe. Certainly not sorry about fucking that...ass. How could you? Why would you? Wasn't I enough for you? Was I not doing something right for you? Couldn't you have talked to me about it before going out behind my back with your boss? Damn you Sue. You have no idea how much you have hurt me here."

I felt my anger rising and knew I couldn't hold it down. I slammed my cup down into the sink, breaking it into a thousand pieces. Just like my heart was at the moment. Broken. A Broken man. I left the room then, after some thought, threw together some things into my suitcase and left the house. I would find a motel to crash in for the mean time.

After getting a room in a motel across town I went down to a local tavern. There, for the first time in years, I proceeded to get on my lips drunk. I didn't talk to anyone. I just drank drink after drink. Nursing my anger, feeling the pain of betrayal. 

Ten years. Ten good years shot to hell. I tried to think of when she could have started running around on me and realized that at any time in our life together she could have. I had trusted her implicitly, completely, and totally. I had never had any inkling of a doubt about my wife's faithfulness. Look where I was now.

I sat in the tavern until closing time. Several times a few women tried to get me started in a conversation, but I was not talking. They didn't stick around very long either. I wondered idly, if they were married and running around on their husbands too? Were all women like that? 

I wasn't thinking too clearly when I was escorted out and headed in the direction of the motel. I stumbled along, eventually getting to my room. Inside, I barely made it to the toilet in time to lose most of what little I had eaten that day. I spent a long time in the bathroom worshipping the porcelain God. Later, after the sun had come up, I crashed in my bed.

I had bad dreams. Imagination can be a real bitch sometimes you know? Sue was the high point of them all. She was laughing at me, then going off, naked, in the arms of other men. Most of them had the general shape and size of that damned Bill Samuel's. I slept...poorly.

I woke up with a foul taste in my mouth. I showered and then went out for something to eat. Not a good idea I found out later, and after another visit to the 'God' I laid back down. What was I going to do now? I still loved my wife. Even after all this, I still loved her. I knew it.

She had betrayed me in the worst way, and she had been caught in the worst way as well. I had to find some direction in my life and soon. I knew I couldn't go on like this. I had to face her. We had to figure out where we were headed. Love her or not, I was prepared to leave her if she showed me no respect or remorse. That had to be the way it would be. 

Even then, I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to trust her again. Would I ever be able to get over this? I didn't know. All I knew was I had to go home and we had to work this all out one way or the other. I checked out and drove home, a hangover clouding my mind as well as my thoughts of my formerly faithful wife.

At home, as I pulled up our street, I saw a strange car in our driveway. I slowed down as I passed, then parked up around the corner, out of sight. Walking into our yard I could hear voices coming out of the window in our living room. 

Feeling like a sneak thief, I crept up close to our house, right under that open window. Inside, Bill and Sue were talking. He was dressed and standing by the door and Sue was sitting on our easy chair. I could see that they were both uncomfortable. At least I took it as if they were uncomfortable. Bill was holding his hands crossed in front of him, and his stance was one of a burden being carried. 

"Look, what we were doing was wrong and we both knew it. Now, my husband and your wife know about us. What do you think they will do? I'm sure that John is going to leave me, if he doesn't kill me first. He has never been this upset. I tried all day to trace him down, but the cops were not very helpful. Once they found out who I was they told me that lots of times husbands do this in bad times. I know my husband. He's never done this before."

"Yeah...well my wife kicked me out last night after she finally found out what happened. Hard to hide fifteen stitches right there you know? After our blow-up, she told me to get out and stay away for a while. I'm at the Holiday Inn right now. I love my wife just as you love your husband. We screwed up big time Sue. Real big time."

"Well, no hard feelings Bill, but I do not love you. You are a good lover and you also have a wonderful cock, but there was never anything else there for me. I just loved the sex we had. Now...now I wish I'd never seen you before."

Sue started to cry. I stood there, in front of my house, listening to two people tell of their love for their respective spouses, yet knowing that they had been the ones to bring this all down. I had tears in my eyes. I kept them from running down my cheeks, but it was not easy.

I knew I had to make an entrance. I got back out to the sidewalk and then walked up to the front door. Without a warning, I just opened it wide and stepped into my home.

"Bill...Sue. I think you had better leave Bill. I would also recommend you never come here again. I have some things to talk over with my wife."

As he turned to leave I could see a certain fear in his eyes. I stood a bit taller than he, and maybe outweighed him by a few pounds of muscle, but we were actually close in size. He had a bit of a potbelly, and right now looked like a beaten man.

"For what it's worth John...I'm sorry about all of this. I truly am. I never meant to hurt anyone. You nor my wife."

"Yeah. Whatever. You should leave now."

I could feel my anger rising and as long as he stood there I knew he would be in grave danger. I had never wanted to kill someone in my life. Until now. He left quietly and I turned to my crying wife.

"Well, we have a lot of ground to cover Sue. First, you need to come clean with me. All the way back to our dating days, up till now."

"What? Why so long ago? This happened over the last few months, not years."

"Okay, lets put it this way then. When I married you, I trusted you completely. Totally, and without any doubts. Now, with all of this, you have opened all those years up to scrutiny. I have no idea of who you are anymore. You are like a total stranger to me."

"But...I've never cheated on you before. Bill, this was the first time John. You have got to believe me. I've never been with anyone else in our entire marriage. He's the only one ever, and I know that was wrong. I knew it was wrong too."

"Prove it."

"What? Prove it? How?"

"There. See what I'm getting at now? It's like I have never known you Sue. I trusted you. There was never a hint. Then I find out about this, the way I did. You have to see my side in this now. What else can I do but demand all the details of your life while you have been with me?"

"Oh God. I never imagined that...oh...I'm so sorry John. So very sorry."

I stood there and waited as she cried some more. I finally went and got her a box of tissue.

"Okay...I need details Sue."

"Details?"

"Yeah. I'm trying to understand why you would throw away or at least take a chance on throwing away our ten years for a fling with Bill like you did. I have to know everything. What you did, how you did it, where you did it, and most importantly, why." 

"Oh, no. I can't tell you what we did. It's not...right."

"I'll tell you what's not right Sue. You cheating on me with him. You never gave me a hint that you weren't happy with me. You never mentioned that I wasn't pleasing you fully. Nothing. Then, this all happens. I need to know how it all started, how many times you met, what you did, detailed. Everything."

"I...I just can't John. It will hurt you. It's not worth it."

"Our marriage isn't worth it then Sue? If you can't tell me, I'm gone. We'll be divorced as soon as possible. Either you tell me everything I want to know or we are finished. No negotiation on any of this."

Sue wouldn't look at me and began to cry again. As she cried I got up and headed into our bedroom. Packing my things was not going to take long. I couldn't stand to be in there anymore anyway. I could only picture them...together on this bed, my marital bed, fucking each other. My home had been defiled.

I took my things into the living room. Two trips and I had all of my things sitting there. All I had to show for ten years just wasn't as much as I would have thought. Of course I had some tools in the garage. I'd get them later.

Sue just stared at me as I stood there, my stuff in a large pile.

"You're...you're leaving then?"

"I told you. All the details and we try to work it out. If you can't, then I'm gone. That's it Sue. All or nothing."

"Okay...all right...I'll do anything to keep you John. If you must...I'll tell you everything."

I sat down. She noted I left my things there where they were piled.

"Aren't you going to put your stuff away?"

"Later. We get this out of the way first. Then, if it can be worked out, I'll move it to the guest bedroom."

I could see that I had stung her with that last part about the guest bedroom. She blinked and a few tears began to course down her cheeks. I sat quietly, ready to get up and leave if required. I had to know. I had to try to see what had happened with us that she would cheat on me like she had. Even if it killed me, I had to know everything.

"It started about four months ago. We had been working together a lot. It was one of those late meetings, with a client. The client had been quite flirty with me all evening, and I was loving it. Bill...he...well, he joined in the flirting too. After we left, Bill drove me back to the office to get my car. He kept up with some flirting. I was eating it up. Mostly because I was feeling like an old woman and unattractive. You hadn't flirted with me in so long. I know that's no excuse, but in my mind...I guess I needed to hear that I was still pretty, still attractive, still desirable."


The Accident Ch. 01-02



Many will try to find reasons why the characters would not act as they do in this story. That may be, but I chose to have the characters react in the extreme. In real life, this is often the case. Many of you have written me to say just that. But remember, it is a story and nothing but a story. 

Thanks again to angel love for editing. She is the best.

Chapter 1

Nicky watched Tom's face in the mirror as he moved toward her. She stood naked with her back to him. He smiled at her and she shivered in anticipation. He was tall, well built and handsome as the devil and she could feel herself responding to his smile and the seductive words he whispered in her ear. As he took her in his arms, she gave herself willingly to him to do with as he would. She felt his erection pushing against her butt as she bent forward and spread her legs allowing him entry. As he pushed into her, he pulled her hips tightly against him and she began to move with him as he pumped in and out, moving faster and faster as she rose to a climax. It rushed toward her with an intensity that she welcomed. As her climax was about to peak, she looked over her shoulder and into her husband's face just as it changed to Harris's face. She screamed and awoke from her dream with a crash. It was just a dream but it had seemed so real. But why had the face changed? As she lay in bed, she remembered.

She had thought about this day for the last two weeks and when Tom, her husband, told her he would be working late again, she had made her plans. She remembered the phone call to Harris just three days ago. She told him that Tom would be working late again and this was the chance they had been waiting for. 

Harris had asked her if she was sure, to which she replied emphatically, "Yes!" This was the payback she had planned ever since Harris had told her of Tom's infidelity. 

It was just two weeks ago when Tom called to tell her he would be late coming home again. This was becoming a habit that she didn't like, and it was so unlike him to do something like that. She was fixing dinner when Harris had called to say he was stopping by that evening. Harris and Tom had been friends since boyhood and they had maintained their friendship all through their adult life. Harris was recently divorced and had been spending a lot of time at their place, playing with the little ones and trying to resume a normal life. 

Rita, his wife, had cheated on him and he had come home to find her and one of her coworkers in bed together. Harris had lost his temper and beat the man half to death before the police arrived and pulled him off. Neither had pressed charges so Harris was spared jail time. Rita tried to get Harris to forgive her and take her back but he would have nothing to do with her. She contested the divorce, but there were no children involved so it went relatively quickly once Rita found that Harris was going to stick to his guns and settle for nothing less than the divorce. Since then, Harris had spent most of his free time with them, not dating or going out much.

When Harris arrived, she noticed he seemed quiet and withdrawn. He asked about Tom, but she told him that Tom would be late and that dinner was already finished so they might as well go ahead and eat. She had already fed the twins and they were taking a nap, so Harris accepted and they ate a companionable dinner together. She noticed that he seemed quiet and preoccupied as they ate, and as they were finishing dessert with coffee, she asked Harris to talk about what was bothering him. At first he refused, but she kept after him until he finally relented.

"Nicky, you know I love you and Tom. You two are my best friends and you were there for me when my life fell apart. I wouldn't do anything to hurt either one of you. You know that." 

"I know that, Harris. But I know something's bothering you and you have to tell me about it. You've suffered enough and I just want to help take some of the worry from you. So tell me what's bothering you."

"What I have to say is going to hurt you and maybe Tom. I don't know how I can do that. If I hurt either of you, I'll just want to kill myself, but if I don't tell you, you could be hurt much worse later and I couldn't stand that so I don't know what to do."

"Just tell me and let me worry about the rest. I'm here for you. You know that and nothing you could tell me would change that. Go ahead, let it out."

"First, you have to promise me that you will never tell Tom that I told you this."

"Fine, I promise. Now tell me what is bothering you."

"Tom is cheating on you with a woman he met at work!" Harris looked like he had just eaten something rotten and he had tears in his eyes as he said this. 

She said nothing for a long time as she stared at Harris with eyes wide open and her mouth forming an "O" of shock. There were no tears yet: the shock was too great and the denial was too strong. She refused to believe.

"Say something Nicky. What are you thinking? Come on, don't do this to me." 

Harris was beginning to panic. This is not what he expected.

"I don't believe you. Why would you say something like that to me? What do you mean he is cheating? I don't believe you." Nicky was almost crying as what he had said began to sink in. 

"I'm telling you the truth. Tom is cheating with a woman named Phyllis and she works in his office. I saw them twice at the Holiday Inn on Cheves Street. They went up to one of the rooms and stayed there for over an hour each time. It happened three weeks ago and again last Tuesday." 

Harris was watching her with a sad look on his face.

"I never asked him about it because I didn't want to know anything about it but I couldn't let you be hurt by this. It isn't fair to you for Tom to be doing this. I had to tell you."

That was the conversation and she and Harris talked about it for the next hour or so after she put the twins to bed and made a pact not to let Tom know that they had found out about his affair. When Tom came home that night, Nicky behaved as if nothing was different and Tom showed no indication that he was cheating. He even tried to make love but Nicky pleaded fatigue. Even though she hid her feelings, she was thinking about her next moves and what she would do to confront Tom. The more she thought of it the angrier she became. She cried herself to sleep that night and many nights after that when Tom fell asleep. 

Things slowly returned to a normal pattern for Nicky as she let the infidelity simmer in her subconscious. She had not forgotten, just suppressed. It further infuriated her that Tom continued to behave as though he were not cheating on her. He was very good at hiding his affair she had to admit.

It was one evening after Tom had called saying that he would be late again that Nicky decided what she was going to do. She thought about it for a while and then called Harris, asking him to come over. Once he was there she described her plan to him. He listened and tried to withhold the smile that had been building as she told him what she wanted to do. He very solemnly declared that he would help her even though it would hurt him to deceive Tom that way. With his agreement, Nicky began to finalize her plan.

She very carefully wrote a letter to Tom, describing in full detail exactly what she would be doing and that she would be doing it with Harris. She had confided in Harris her plan to tell Tom, but had not told Harris that she was going to identify him. Harris believed she was going to keep his part in this anonymous, the only reason he had agreed to it. She read and re read the letter, making sure it delivered the maximum amount of hurt to Tom. Once she was satisfied, she put the letter in an envelope addressed to Tom in big block letters and put it in her purse to wait the right time. 

She asked Tom that evening if he had an idea of the next time he would be working late since she wanted to spend the evening with her sister who lived about an hour away. She wanted to make plans for the twins to stay with her mom while they visited. Both Nicky's mom and dad were still alive and lived just three miles away. Her sister was single and had never considered marriage. She was happy living by herself and enjoyed her life but rarely visited with Nicky or their parents. Tom said that he suspected the next evening would be that Wednesday. He wasn't sure, but it looked like a good bet. Nicky thanked him and said she would make tentative plans. 

The next day, she called the Holiday Inn and booked a room for that evening. She put the room in her own name and made sure that she used one of their joint credit cards. It was important that Tom be able to verify that she had stayed there. She next called Harris and told him to be prepared for Wednesday as the day. He agreed and said he would take off work early just to be sure. 

The next day went very slowly as Nicky waited to see if this Wednesday was to be the day she got back at Tom. She couldn't wait to see the reaction on his face as he read the letter, knowing that when he did it would be too late to stop it from happening. She would let him know the pain and hurt she had suffered. She wanted him to pay.

About 1:30 that day, Tom called to say he was indeed going to be working late. He said that he thought he could be home by 9:00 that evening and if she was going to her sister's he would just pick up something to eat on the way home. She thanked him and hung up, elated and jumping with energy. This was it! Payback time.

She called Harris at work and told him to pick her up at the house at 6:00 that evening. He said he was ready and hoped he could do this. She said that she would help him and not to worry.

She got the twins ready and took them to her mother's place. Her mom loved watching the twins so it was never a problem getting her to agree. She packed a small overnight bag with some very naughty items, her cosmetics and those essentials she would need to make herself irresistible to Harris. She also took some casual clothes for afterwards and whatever else she thought she might need. She showered and dressed in a short red dress she used to wear a lot when she and Tom went out more. It was cut low in the back and very short, hitting her at mid thigh. She still fit into it very nicely since she kept herself quite trim. She knew she looked good since she was hit on often at the health club. Tom always complimented her on her figure, which again caused her to question why he would cheat on her. 

She put the letter to Tom on the kitchen counter right next to the coffee cup that he always used. He would see it almost immediately. Once he saw it he would open it and read. By that time, she and Harris would have already done the deed and he would have to accept the knowledge that he had caused his wife to be unfaithful. And since she was telling him about Harris, he would know that she had cheated with his best friend. The double hit would make the pain even worse. That's what she hoped for. Bastard!

She had Harris pick her up at the house and they drove directly to the hotel. She had already pre-registered so she had only to give them her card and pick up the room key. Harris waited by the elevators while she completed the registration. They then went to the room together.

They were in the room and she had removed all of her clothes to stand naked in front of the mirror, her back to him, just as in her dream. Harris moved toward her as she stood there. She watched his reflection as he moved. He smiled at her and she shivered in anticipation. He was tall, well built and handsome as the devil and she could feel herself responding to his smile and his seductive words. This was to be his reward for telling her about Tom. She would submit to him and let him make love to her just as Tom was doing with his lover. Two could play this game and she was going to enjoy it. But she remembered her dream and remembered that this was just revenge. Pleasure would imply that she wanted to do this with a man not her husband and that caused her to question her actions.

Harris, for his part, was excited. He finally had the opportunity to fuck Nicky. He had been waiting for this day for a long, long time and his plan had finally borne fruit. He had hatched this plot about Tom cheating when he found out that Tom was going to be working late one or two nights a week with Phyllis and three other members of a planning team. They were planning a major expansion and Tom was the leader of the team. If they could pull this off, Tom told Harris that it would lead to a major promotion and a trip to Europe for him and Nicky. He wanted to keep it as a surprise for Nicky until he was sure about it. 

Harris had then told Nicky that Tom was cheating on her and named Phyllis as the woman. He knew Nicky didn't know Phyllis and so couldn't check directly. Tom was so secretive that he only called Nicky after he had planned a work session so he played into the plot, making Harris' job easier. Nicky was convinced and she was now going to be his. 

Harris pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it into a corner. He unbuckled his belt and opened the waist of his pants and stepped out of them with a kick. He was down to his jockeys, looking at one of the most beautiful sights of his life. Nicky was magnificent: her ass in front of him was wonderful, her tits big and natural, hips full, waist tiny and legs that were absolutely magnificent. She was looking at him in the mirror with a slight smile and she looked so gorgeous standing there. He slipped his jockeys over his hips and let his engorged cock spring free. He moved toward her with his arms open. 

Nicky tentatively backed into his arms and let him pull her to his body. She could feel his erection pushing against her butt and she could feel the heat emanating from him. It was like a furnace, he was so hot. She on the other hand was shivering as if chilled. He closed his arms around her and instead of feeling warm and protected, she felt confined and suffocated. 

She tried to relax and let this happen but she couldn't. He moved one hand to her breasts and the other to her sex. He rubbed her mound and she began to respond, letting him touch her. He slipped a finger between her swollen lips and began to move it along the slit. She could feel the wetness beginning and her breath became short. As she looked up to her reflection to see herself wrapped in his embrace with one hand on her tits and one hand between her legs, she suddenly realized that what she was about to do was not revenge: it was just wrong!

Nicky pushed away from Harris and wrapped her arms around herself. She wouldn't look at him and kept her back to him. She was suddenly ashamed of her nakedness.

"Nicky, what's the matter? Are you OK? I would never hurt you; you know that. Please, let me hold you and make love to you as we planned. I'll make you feel good. OK?"

"I don't know what the matter is. I'm scared and I can't feel anything but terror. I need to do this, but I'm having second thoughts. Please, let me think."

Nicky tried to move back to the bathroom to get a bathrobe but Harris stepped in front of her and tried to hold her again. She moved away but he followed. She was becoming afraid of him and tried to tell him so.

"Harris, please. You're scaring me. I asked you to wait and let me think. I don't know what's wrong but I don't think I can do this." She again tried to move past him but he continued to block her.

"Nicky, I think you need to come here to me and let me make love to you. That's all I have been thinking of and you know we are just doing this to punish Tom for his cheating. Right? Come on Nicky, stop teasing me and let's do this." 

Harris' patience was wearing thin. So close to his desires and yet she was being difficult.

"I don't think I can do this. I'm sorry, but I am going to get dressed and go home. I still have time to get the letter I left so that he doesn't know anything about you and me and this night. I guess I can't cheat the way Tom did. I love him too much and I believe in my marriage vows."

Harris stopped in his attempt to convince her and looked at her in horror. 

"You didn't tell him you were going to be here with me, did you? You said you were going to keep my part of this quiet. Tom will kill me." 

"I told him about you and that you were the one who helped me see what he had done. He can't get mad at you since he is the one that was wrong. He will be angry with me but sorry for making me do it. You'll be fine as long as I can get the letter before he sees it. But he is working late tonight so we have plenty of time." 

She seemed to be much more relaxed now that she had decided against doing what she had planned.

Harris considered forcing Nicky to go through with her plan when her cell phone rang.

She went to her purse and looked at the caller ID. It was Tom, calling from work. "Hello Tom, where are you. I thought you were working tonight." 

"Hi babe. I'm done and I am free the rest of the evening. I've got some really great news that I want to share with you so I'll be home in about 30 minutes with a bottle of champagne. We're going to celebrate tonight."

"Celebrate what? And what do you mean you'll be home in 30 minutes. Where are you?"

"I'm at work. Where did you think I would be when I told you I was working late? Did you think I was having an affair or something? Not likely with you at home waiting for me. I'll see you in 30!" With that he hung up and left a startled Nicky starring at the dead phone.

Nicky turned to Harris and told him what Tom had said. She wanted to know why Tom was calling from work if he was cheating as Harris said. He just stared at her as he saw his plans turn to crap. Tom would be home in half an hour and his chance at having a piece of Nicky was gone forever. He saw in her face that she now knew he had been conning her and on top of that, if they didn't get to her house in the next 30 minutes to get that letter that the stupid bitch had left, he was going to be up shit creek without a paddle. Tom would kill him for sure and he was one of the few people who knew Tom and his background well enough to know that Tom really would do it. 

He and Tom grew up on the streets of south LA and while he was one of the vast army of grunts that did the dirty work, Tom was one of the generals and he was no one to cross. He had come a long way from his past but the past was still a part of him and that explained in part why he was so successful in business. Tom knew people and people owed him. 

He told Nicky to get dressed and get her stuff. They had to get home before Tom. She was panicked and was throwing her clothes back on, ignoring underwear and socks. She was ready to go in just under 3 minutes. Harris was ready as well and they ran from the room and down the stairs, not waiting for an elevator. 

They found the car and Harris opened the doors via his remote. They jumped into the car and he backed out with tires squealing. He pulled away and drove to the exit onto the main thoroughfare. He slowed only slightly with a cursory glance at the traffic and pulled out with his foot on the accelerator. 

Just as he cleared the exit from the hotel, he saw the truck coming from Nicky's side. He floored the gas, hoping to clear the truck, but there was not enough time. The truck hit the car on the passenger's side, just behind the rear wheel. The car was spun around almost 360 degrees and while Nicky was spared the direct impact, the jolt slammed her against the window and blood flew everywhere from a head wound. That was the last thing Harris remembered until he woke up in the hospital two days later.

.................................................

When his boss, George Turner asked Tom to put together a team to develop a plan to expand the business in Europe, he was delighted. He wanted this in the worst way. He knew that this was the key to that elusive promotion he wanted and deserved. It had been his goal but with the business straining against the limitations of domestic traffic, he wasn't sure what else he could do. He had considered looking for another job somewhere else, but had built so much here that he would lose a great deal. If he could pull this off, he could get the European operation for himself.




The Accident Ch. 01-02



He never discussed this with Nicky since she seemed to be quite happy with things as they were. She didn't work and she took care of the two little ones so she was content with his schedule. He was home most of the time and he traveled very little. This pleased her and she didn't see any reason to change it. He couldn't blame her. He made very good money so they had no worries about finances and no pressures on them.

He had spoken of the assignment with Harris but didn't give him many details. He was not much into business and Tom usually saw him nodding off if he discussed his job with him. He just told him that he would be working some late nights and that Phyllis was on his team. This interested Harris since he always had a thing for her. She was OK, just not Tom's type, but she was a hell of a good accountant so he was glad she was on his team.

He usually knew when he would have late meetings but he tried to make Nicky believe they were random events so he always called her on the day he was going to be late. This happened no more than 4 or 5 times but she was getting tired of it already. At the rate they were progressing, he didn't think it would take many more meetings to resolve their issues and present their plan of action. He had put together a team of hard working and loyal people and he believed they had already achieved the basic milestones and building blocks and that Mr. Turner would be impressed. It looked like they could do this and have an operation up and going in less than 8 months, about 5 months ahead of estimates. At that rate, they would be seeing revenue by the end of the year. 

He had worked late last week and he knew that Nicky was angry with him. He wasn't sure why now of all times she would be mad but he knew it wouldn't be more that one or two more times and they would be done. He let it go and they didn't discuss it. 

Monday Nicky asked him if he would be working late this week and he said that he would check. He already had a meeting scheduled for Wednesday so he told her to tentatively plan on that. She said she wanted to go to her sister's place and he agreed that would be a good plan. He confirmed it Wednesday and she made plans to go. He hoped that this would be the last meeting they needed since they had made some real progress. Time would tell.

Wednesday afternoon, he called a planning meeting and they reviewed the program schedule they had drawn up that morning. He opened the meeting for discussion and they found that they were all in agreement. They were ready to present their program. Tom called George Turner and he agreed to hear them immediately.

They made their pitch; they answered all questions and their numbers held up to scrutiny. Mr. Turner asked a few brief questions, which they answered and he finally stopped. He looked at Tom and said,

"This is outstanding work. You and your team have done the impossible. I want this ready to present to the board of directors Friday but I can tell you now that it's a done deal. Tom has told me of each of your contributions and you can all count on a bonus in your next paycheck. Tom; I want to see you after this meeting."

After the rest of the team left, George offered Tom the promotion he had been after for so long. He told him that this put him over the top and that he was pleased to make Tom the newest VP of Operational Planning. Tom would report directly to him and he could pick his own department members. It was what he had been waiting for. 

As soon as he could, he left to call Nicky. He put in the call to home but there was no answer. Since it was already late, he thought maybe she was in transit between home and her sister's place so he called her cell. She finally answered after about 4 rings.

When she answered he was too excited to notice anything unusual and simply told her to get home so that he could give her some good news and they could celebrate. She seemed surprised and didn't make a lot of sense but he chalked it up to his exuberance. He hung up before she could ask too many questions. He wanted to wait until they were at home together to tell her everything.

He talked to his secretary, assured her that she was a part of his new team and told her he was gone for the rest of the day. She was pleased and said she was looking forward to the new job. With that he left.

He was home within 25 minutes and looked forward to taking Nicky out to dinner. If she hadn't already picked the twins up from her mother's, they were ready to go. She could change into that neat red dress that he loved and they could go someplace nice. He ran into the house, thinking to take a shower if Nicky wasn't back yet.

The house was empty and Nicky was nowhere to be found, but when he looked in the garage and saw her car there he was confused. He went into the kitchen and saw an envelope setting against his cup. His name was written on the envelope in big letters. He took it and went to the kitchen table to read it.

It was a letter from Nicky to him and it read as follows:

Dear Tom,

I know about your affair with Phyllis. I know that this is what you have been doing when you told me you were working late. I know because Harris was brave enough to tell me the truth. He saw you at the Holiday Inn and he watched you take that Phyllis woman to a room. He was so broken up having to tell me this but I made him.

I don't know what I am going to do about our marriage. I know that you have hurt me terribly but I still love you with all my heart. That's why I have decided to do with your best friend what you have already done to her. 

I am at this very minute at the Holiday Inn with Harris. By the time you read this, I will have made love with him at least once and perhaps more. I need to do this so that you will feel the pain I feel. If we both share the pain of betrayal, we can perhaps share the guilt of breaking our marriage vows. If we do, we can discuss moving forward together.

I do not love Harris except as a friend so he is the one I have chosen to help me make you see what cheating can do to someone. He and I will be home by 10:00 and I expect you to wait for me so that we can begin to discuss our future.

I do not want you to look for revenge against Harris for anything he has done. He is acting as my friend and as your friend. If you harm him in any way, we are through.

Your Loving Wife, 

Nicky

He read the letter through twice not understanding anything she said. What affair? He had never gone to the Holiday Inn and he had never taken any woman to a room for any reason. Harris knew what he was doing and he knew who Phyllis was. He couldn't have told her any of this nonsense. Unless... Suddenly it all fell into place.

Harris had often said that he wished he could have found Nicky first. He thought the world of her and said she was one of the sexiest women he had ever known. He always commented on her looks and even said that she was sexy even 7 months pregnant with the twins. He had always lusted after her but knew that Tom would kill him if he so much as made a move on her. 

He and Tom shared background and he knew his past. He would never cross Tom, or at least that's what he thought. Seems he was wrong. Seems as though Harris had grown tired of living!

According to Nicky's letter, Tom had about 3 hours to wait unless he did something rash. He pulled out his cell phone and called Nicky. He let it ring until it went to voice mail. He called the desk at the Holiday Inn and asked for Harris Templeton's room. He was informed no such person was registered. He then asked for Nicky Preston's room. The clerk said she would connect him. Interesting that she booked the room, not Harris. 

He waited for ten rings and then hung up. Maybe his phone call surprised her and she was on her way home. That was probably the most likely so he settled back in his chair and waited for them to come home.

After about an hour, he began to wonder what could be keeping her. She knew he was home and she knew he had read the letter. Would she wait for him to come to the Holiday Inn? That made no sense to him. He was just about to get his car and drive to the motel when the doorbell rang. He went to answer.

Two police officers stood at the door. They showed him their badges and asked, "Are you Mr. Tomas Preston? Do you have a wife by the name of Nichole Preston?" 

"I'm Tom Preston, and yes my wife is Nicky Preston. Why are you here? Has something happened to her?"

"Do you know a gentleman by the name of Harris Templeton?"

"Yes, I know Mr. Templeton. Please, what is this about? Is my wife alright?"

"Your wife has been in an automobile accident. She was a passenger in a car driven by Harris Templeton and they were struck broadside by a truck while exiting the Holiday Inn motel downtown. This happened about an hour ago and she is now at Memorial Hospital. If you would like, we can drive you down there or we can follow you if you choose to drive."

The shock was the final blow. He had been upset and he was in a state of agitation before this, but this was too much. He staggered back against the wall and felt his face flush with heat and his breathing became ragged. He felt hot, then cold, then nothing. He was numb. It was minutes before he again gained control; time to remember that he was not alone and could reply to the officers. They had watched him and waited while he fought to regain some semblance of control. 

"Thank you. I would like to drive if you would wait for a minute while I get my coat and my cell phone. Do you know how she is?" He grabbed whatever he could reach and went out to the garage to his car.

"We don't have that information. Would you mind if my partner rode with you downtown?"

"No, that's fine. Let's go now." 

They left and made the trip in record time with a police escort. He answered the expected questions during the trip. Did he know Nicky was with Harris at the motel? Was this a surprise? Had he known about this affair before tonight? The usual questions to which he answered truthfully. He showed the officer the letter from Nicky and he read it quietly without comment. He handed it back and Tom put it in his jacket pocket.

"Hell of a way to find out about your wife and best friend. Guess it sort of makes you two even, huh?"

"Afraid not. My 'best friend' lied through his teeth to get into my wife's pants. She chose to believe him rather than just ask me for the truth. This is the result."

"You need to remember that you can't take the law into your own hands. What he did is not a crime so be careful what you do; just a friendly word of warning."

"Understood officer; I'll be careful." He let it go at that. He would definitely be careful. He had survived south LA by being careful. He knew how to get revenge and not have to pay the price for it. Harris also knew that. 

The trip to the hospital seemed to take forever and when he got there, it was a hassle to find a place to park. The officer finally volunteered to park his car and leave the keys at the nurse's station so he jumped out of the car and ran for the elevators. He knew she was in the emergency surgery ward on the fifth floor and punched the button and almost collapsed to the floor of the elevator during the trip. God, what if she had been killed or hurt seriously? What was he to do and what about the twins? Too much, too soon and none of it good.

When he got to the nurse's station she made him wait for a doctor before telling him what room Nicky was in. He yelled and raised a fuss but she was adamant. He pulled at his hair and paced until a young doctor touched him on the shoulder.

"Are you Mr. Preston? Nicky Preston's husband?" He seemed so young to be dealing in life and death.

"Yes, I am. What's happened to my wife? How is she? Is she OK?" Panic.

"Let me talk to you before we go to her room. I have to discuss some things with you first so you will understand what you are going to see." With that, he guided him to the lounge and gently forced him to sit.

"Your wife has had major trauma to her head. We took a hard look with X-Rays and scans and it appears that there is severe swelling caused by blunt force trauma caused by contact with the side window. It appears that she slammed against the window and that caused all of the significant damage. There was surprisingly little additional damage done. We will have to wait till the swelling goes down to see if there is any permanent brain damage." He paused for a moment, watching Tom to see if he was taking this information all right.

"She is in a coma right now caused, as I said, by the swelling. We will have to wait until we know more. She is connected to a respirator and we are giving her infusions of antibiotics and anti inflammatories for the bruising. We will just have to wait." This was all he had to say and motioned to Tom to follow him to her room.

When he saw her lying there, pale, and with tubes in her nose and lines into her arms he almost cried. She looked dead: not alive and vital as she was in real life. This was not real: it couldn't be. He just stared at her as he began to process what the doctor had told him and what had caused this abomination. As he looked at her, he felt the sadness leave to be replaced by anger. He felt cold and dead inside and felt nothing else except anger. Anger at both her and Harris for what they had done. Her guilt had caused this. Harris' duplicity had begun it. But now, he would end it!

Chapter 2

Through the shooting pain in his head and most of his body, Harris could see the lights overhead and thought he could hear voices coming from a speaker somewhere. He tried to open his eyes without much success, so he stopped for a time, trying to get some idea of where he was. As he stopped fighting, his memory began to return and he could almost hear the crash of the truck hitting the car and the screams from Nicky just before she hit the window. He remembered now, with a vengeance. He was in an accident trying to beat Tom home. Oh my God! That was the plan now certainly gone badly wrong. Tom probably knew the whole story. Suddenly, he remembered Nicky and blood flying everywhere. How was she? Did she make it OK? God, his head hurt. The pain was so intense that he surrendered to it and passed out.

Hours later, he tried again to open his eyes and this time he was successful. He was in a hospital room and it appeared he was in traction and his head was in some kind of contraption so that he couldn't move it. He began to panic and tried to holler out but felt a button in his left hand. He couldn't raise his arm so he just pushed the button repeatedly until someone finally came into the room

"Well, I see you're awake and back with the world. I'll get the doctor for you and he can tell you all about it. OK?" This was from a face that briefly appeared in his line of vision. He must have fallen asleep again because an older man with white hair and a stethoscope around his neck awakened him. This was the doctor that had handled his case when he was admitted or so he was told.

"You are a mighty lucky man, Mr. Templeton. Your injuries are serious but none is life threatening. You are in traction for a broken neck, which we had to pin, and you have some internal injuries that have been repaired. You'll live a normal life once you heal. I expect you to be good as new in about 10 weeks or so. Do you remember what happened?"

"I remember pulling out of the Holiday Inn parking lot and seeing a truck. Did the woman who was with me survive OK?" He held his breath for the answer.

"The woman survived but she is in a coma. She had extensive head injuries and we have no idea of the extent of the damages. The brain is swelled severely and we have relieved as much pressure as we dare. We will just have to wait to see what happens. I will tell her husband that you are awake. He asked to see you when you woke."

"Is there any way that you could keep him out of my room Doc?" 

"You wish not to see him?" The doctor had a small frown on his face.

"No I most certainly do not wish to see him. I want him kept away from me. Call the police if you have to."

"That won't be necessary. I'll leave word that he is not to be admitted to your room. Rest well, Mr. Templeton." With that, he left me alone to contemplate all I had learned since awakening here.

It was pretty clear that Tom would have read the letter that Nicky left him and he would have no idea that nothing had happened between him and Nicky. But he would also know that Harris had lied to Nicky about the affair and had set her up to cheat with him. That would be enough for Tom to do something to get back at Harris. It was necessary to keep away from Tom until he could get out of the hospital and away from here: someplace where Tom couldn't find him. With that, he drifted off to sleep again to dream bad dreams.

Tom remained at Nicky's side for about an hour before he finally rose and walked to the hallway. He did not stop at the nurses' station but walked down the hall and looked into the rooms as he passed them. In the fourth room he saw what he was seeking: Harris lay there with his eyes closed. He was in some kind of traction device but otherwise appeared to be better that Nicky. Tom walked quietly into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed. He just watched the sleeping man without speaking.

Tom had been standing there, lost in thought when Harris woke up. Harris focused on Tom and the fear that came on him was visible on his face. He fumbled for the call button and jammed his finger down on the button when he found it. He tried a few times to speak and finally got some words out. 

"Tom, you have to know that nothing happened between Nicky and me. I wanted to but she couldn't go through with it. She loves you too much I guess. You can be mad at me since I was the one that lied just to get her in bed, but you know how I always felt about Nicky. It just got too much for me and I did something stupid. Please remember, nothing happened!"

Tom listened but paid no attention to the words. He just watched the focus of his anger and hatred. After Harris finished speaking, he turned away without saying a word and walked back to Nicky's room.

He was still sitting there watching her when the doctor came in to see him. He was agitated and wanted to know what Tom had said to Harris when he went into his room. He just looked up at him and said, 

"Nothing. I said nothing to him." 

"Mr. Templeton has requested you not visit him. He doesn't want you in his room. Do you understand and agree?" 

He looked very upset but Tom didn't much care.

"I have no intention of seeing Mr. Templeton again here in the hospital. Please convey my words to him if you would. That should put his mind at ease." 

That was the truth but Tom doubted it would give Harris any peace. He would see him again but not until after Nicky woke up, if she did. The two of them owed him the truth and he would have it. What he would do about it remained to be seen.

Harris left the hospital after three weeks with a neck collar and an ADR. He made the doctors release him about two weeks earlier than they thought best but he wanted out of that hospital. He wanted to be anywhere Tom wasn't. It was true that Tom had not made any attempt at talking to him after that first night he found him at the foot of his bed, just watching him, but he was scared of him just he same.

Nicky's parents and sister had visited her and her mother was there almost every day, but Tom had not been back to the hospital since that first night, or so the doctors said. He found that surprising since Nicky had not awakened from her coma yet. It had been just 23 days since the accident and the doctors said that it wasn't unusual for a trauma induced coma to last that long. They were not yet concerned. Tom, however, did not come back to see her. That was cause for concern to Harris but he thought he could avoid any confrontation with Tom if he kept away from him.




The Accident Ch. 01-02



Harris called a cab to take him back to his small apartment. His car was a total wreck but he couldn't drive anyway. He had called his sister Shelly who lived about two hours away and asked her if she could come to stay with him for a while. She had split from her live in boyfriend so she was on the outs anyway so she agreed. She was pretty much useless, but she could cook and clean and wash clothes. So, it was better than nothing. He went in and turned on all the lights. The place was a dump but it suited him.

He checked the fridge and found two bottles of beer left so he made a note to Shelly to get more as soon as she got there. He kicked off his shoes and lay down on the couch. His side and neck still hurt but he could move slowly without too much pain. He had just settled down when the door opened abruptly, slamming into the wall with a crash.

"Well, I see you are all better and back in your shithole. At least one of you fucking backstabbing bastards is up and moving. Too bad your lover is still in a coma. Must have been your charms." 

Tom walked into the room and stood over the couch. His demeanor was calm and relaxed but that could be deceiving with someone like him. The look he gave Harris was cold.

Harris tried to sit up but the pain of trying to move suddenly shot up his neck and into his head, leaving behind a splitting headache. He gently sat back down and tried not to move his head too fast.

"Jesus, Tom. Couldn't you have knocked before breaking down my door?" 

Harris had known Tom all his life and knew that there was no use pretending innocence. Tom would do what he wanted and Harris had to trust to his brain to see a way out.

"Just wanted to stop and pay my respects. I never had a chance to talk to you in the hospital since they said you didn't want to see me. That hurt my feelings. I might think that you had something to hide." That smile was not reaching his eyes. It was like the man: cold and cruel.

"Tom, look. I told you in the hospital that day that I was at fault and that Nicky unfortunately believed me when I told her you were cheating on her. She had no reason to doubt me and she was really broken up over it. It was easy for me to manipulate her into going to the Holiday Inn with me. You have to believe she had no part in this."

Harris figured that if he could convince Tom that Nicky still was faithful to him and that he and Nicky had done nothing, Tom might be able to forgive and forget. Not likely, but the only chance Harris could see for staying alive.

As Harris was saying this to Tom, Tom moved behind the couch saying nothing. Harris finished what he had to say and waited. He couldn't turn his head without turning his whole body and that hurt too much.

What Tom did next came as a complete surprise. He grabbed Harris by the hair, pulled his head back so that he was staring up at Tom standing over him. The pain was intense and he broke out into a sweat. He grimaced but kept quiet in fear for his life. He felt a cold pin prick at the side of his neck and was confused until Tom moved his other hand into view, holding a shiny, serrated blade. There was a small drop of blood on the tip. The knife disappeared and the pinprick reappeared. 

"I am going to ask you some questions. I expect complete truth or you will not see another day. You know me and you know I am deadly serious. Understand?" Tom spoke in the same dead voice he had used since he arrived.

"I understand. I'll tell you exactly what you want to know. Honest, I want to live." 

"First question: Is this the first time you and Nicky have gotten together? Had you already fucked her before this?" Tom waited.

"Nicky and I have never been together in any way that you don't know about. That is the God's own truth. You know Nicky would never do something like that." 

"Second question: Why did she believe you this time? What did you do to convince her?" Tom asked this with a little emotion, but Harris wasn't sure if this was good or bad.

"I really played that one for all I was worth. I cried and told her I really didn't want to say anything. I made her so curious that she begged me to tell her. I told her you were cheating with Phyllis. I told her I had watched you take her up to a room for a couple of hours." 

He paused, waiting to see if he was still living. When Tom said nothing, Harris continued.

"She was already angry at you for telling her you had to work late but without any explanation. You never did that before and she was worried. I played on her concerns."

"So, you used my hard work and my need for secrecy against me with my own wife? You used what I had told you in confidence?" 

Tom was now beginning to feel something again so he was becoming more and more angry.

"Yes, and I am so damn sorry. I just wanted Nicky so bad that I forgot about everything and just went for it. I thought she would just go with me this one time and never tell you about my part in it. I forgot that Nicky is so damn honest she could never do it any other way. She would have to tell you the truth and that's what she did."

"This is my final question and your life depends on it. What exactly happened in that motel room? I want details and I want it all. Don't even try to hold anything back. You are close to dying right now so lying will make it happen for sure. Tell me!"

Harris told Tom everything that happened, right up to the point where he had a finger inside her and was ready to make it happen when she stopped and pushed him away: the argument afterward, and Harris trying to change her mind. He told Tom everything right up to the phone call and the furious rush to get home to retrieve the letter. He told him the last sight he remembered: Nicky hitting the window and the blood everywhere. He held nothing back, knowing his life was in the balance.

He was so intent on getting all of the details right and making sure Tom knew that nothing had really happened and that his wife had called it off, he didn't notice Tom walking to the door. When he looked up, he saw Tom holding the door open and looking back at him. 

"I won't kill you here and now because I still have fond feelings for Shelly. It would not be good for her to come in and find your blood all over the floor. I don't know what I am going to do yet. Say 'Hi' to Shelly for me." 

Harris sank back onto the couch with a huge sigh of relief. He was going to live, at least for another day. Maybe if Tom cooled down, he would come to realize that Harris was just a piece of shit not worth the trouble of killing. Tom was cold but he was also practical, so it was a possibility. And, he had always had a soft spot for Shelly. As long as she was here, he might be safe. He took another swig on his beer before realizing it had gotten warm. He drank it anyway.

As Tom left the apartment where Harris lived, his mind was working furiously. He was pretty sure Harris had told him the truth, both about any past relationships and what had transpired that afternoon. It fit with what Nicky had said in her letter and it fit with the way Harris operated. He would have tried to convince Nicky to go along so that he could escape any blame. So, one thing out of the way.

It was also clear to Tom that Harris was going to have to die. He had done the one thing that he knew Tom could never forgive: he had tried to fuck Tom's wife. But since the Police knew about the letter and what Harris had been planning to do, his death would have to be arranged in such a way that Tom was not a suspect. That was not hard and it could be arranged without too much trouble. 

The third thing that Tom had to decide was what to do about Nicky. She was in a persistent coma but the doctors all expected her to recover from that. Any brain damage was yet to be determined, but again the doctors felt this to be only a minor concern. It was just a matter of time. What bothered Tom was the lack of trust that Nicky demonstrated in her willingness to believe Harris's concocted story about cheating. That was a blow to Tom's idea of what their marriage represented to him. He had expected more from the woman he loved and to whom he had dedicated his life. Why would she believe a story like that without asking him directly? He had never lied to her before so she had no reason not to trust him. 

Because of his background, trust was a very important thing to Tom. It was critical to trust the people you lived with and worked with. In his former life, you had to trust your friends or you could die. Tom took trust to a very high level. When he found that Nicky did not trust him that was a major blow to his ego and his belief in their marriage. He took his marriage vows seriously and thought Nicky did as well. But for her to consider that he could break them, and for her to think that it was acceptable to him if she broke those vows even in anger, was inconceivable. He could not accept that now and he doubted he ever could.

Since he had been the one to formulate the plans that even now were leading to a major expansion program into Europe, Tom began to make a plan to move forward. It was the best he could do with what he had now and he was determined to put it into effect as soon as possible. Tomorrow would be the beginning. If he could make this work, he could effectively solve all of his problems at once. With that thought, he drove home to his empty house. 

The next day, Tom spoke with George Turner about making a trip to Europe to investigate sites and perhaps make an offer to someone there to head up the transition team. He knew some people there and had some candidates. George thought it was a great idea but wondered if Tom shouldn't stay with his wife. Tom explained that her coma was not likely to break soon so now would be a good time to go. So that was settled.

Tom next called Nicky's mother and told her that he was going to Europe for a week or so and needed to leave the twins with her. She was cold to Tom, angry over his failure to visit Nicky in the hospital. Tom told her that he had his reasons and that he would talk about it with her one day. She had her suspicions but let it go, agreeing to keep the twins.

Finally, Tom made a call to a contact from his past and gave him a job to do for him after he had left for Europe. He gave some preliminary instructions and information, making sure that only the subject he was concerned about was taken care of. He waited for a return call to confirm. He received the call and made arrangements to call his contact when the trip to Europe was confirmed. 

This happened the end of that week when his dates for the trip were locked in. He asked for the job to be completed two days before his planned return to the States. He was specific about the job and wanted there to be no complications. None were expected and his contact assured him that he would be satisfied with his work. Tom thanked him and made arrangements for payment.

Tom made the trip and enjoyed it immensely. Europe was all that he expected. He found several sites that were perfect and he made an offer to an exceptional individual as head of the transition team. Everything went as planned. He received a call from Betty telling him the terrible news that his boyhood friend, Harris Templeton had been killed in an apparent robbery and break-in. Shelly had not been there at the time and was OK. It happened just a day before Tom's return. She conveyed her sympathies and knew that he and Nicky would be crushed. Tom thanked her and hung up. 

Tom hung up the phone and leaned back smiling. Things had gone well, indeed. He decided to have a big dinner in one of the wonderful old restaurants that abounded in this area. He thought steak and baked potato. He slept well that night and finished his trip on schedule. He decided to contact Shelly as soon as he got back. One should make the effort for an old friend. Shelly would need comforting. 

When Tom returned home from his trip, he went to see Betty, his mother and see to the twins. They were glad to see him and they wanted to go home with him to their mother. He again told them that mommy was still sick and that she would soon be able to see them again. He asked Betty how things were going and she told him that there had been no change in Nicky's condition and that Shelly was trying to keep things together till the funeral planned for the day after tomorrow. Tom took the twins and left, thanking her for all she had done. Her response was polite and not very sincere.

When Tom got home, he found several messages waiting for him. After taking the twins up for their bath and their nap, he went through the messages. There were at least 3 from the police, wanting him to contact them on his return, 5 from Shelly asking him to call her and various others offering comfort and support. 

He found the one that he expected, a call from the Manager of Remote Services for European Expansion, a not so clever euphemism for his acquaintance. It simply said 'services completed as requested'. Tom cleared all the messages and went upstairs to unpack. 

The following day after arranging for a live in maid for a while, he went down to the police station to speak with a Detective Tolliver. The questions were routine and predictable: 

"Do you know anyone that wanted to hurt Mr. Templeton? Do you know who could have done this? Did you have anything to do with his murder? We know about the letter and your wife's involvement with Harris. Could that be a motive for murder? How about her sister?" And so on and so on. 

He gave his contacts in Europe to the Detective to confirm his alibi and let the man go on until he felt he had done his duty. He finally told the Detective that he had answered enough questions for the day and said he had business to attend to. He left feeling that no further interest would come his way.

He finally called Shelly and she was almost hysterical. She was trying to put things together and she was simply overloaded. He volunteered to give her a hand and made plans to meet with her that afternoon. They settled on a little restaurant right near Harris' apartment and he promised to be there by 5:30. She might need comforting and Tom had no problem giving that. Shelly was a beautiful woman, after all.

With all pressing issues taken care of, Tom decided to polish his resume and give it to George Turner, requesting that his name be added to any list for Managing Director of European Operations. It was the shining jewel in Tom's plans for his future: a future that was not totally clear just yet. This was a good first step, however and one Tom had planned to make anyway. 

Tom arrived at the restaurant right on time to find a harried but still beautiful Shelly sitting at a booth looking sad. Tom observed her unnoticed for a while, appreciating her great figure, her simple top trying vainly to hold in those magnificent tits, her long black hair and her long legs. She was a beautiful woman and always had been. She had a tough life because she kept making bad choices. Harris had never been much help to her and had just let her go on making mistakes and letting her suffer the consequences. Shelly would be better off without that asshole. He moved toward her.

"Hi, beautiful. I'm so sorry about Harris. We should be there for each other and I'm sorry I wasn't here for you. I am now." 

With that Tom went to her and gave her a big hug, feeling those magnificent tits pressed against him. He reminded himself that he had to take this slow. Shelly had really loved her brother. He backed away and sat down opposite her in the booth.

"How can I help? What do you need me to do right now? Just tell me how I can make your life easier and I'll do it." 

He watched her face lighten up with the thought of someone taking the crushing weight of burying her brother from her shoulders. She smiled at him with tenderness and he saw a tear in one eye.

"God, this is so great of you. You have your own problems with Nicky and yet you are here to help me. You have been such a great friend to both Harris and I and now we have to bury him. I know you must be hurting as much as I am." 

She was great. In her grief, she still thought of Tom. He really loved this girl!

"Don't worry about me right now. Is everything in place for tomorrow? Do we need to do anything?" First things first.

"I haven't made any plans for after the funeral. Should we have some place for his friends to come after the funeral? He didn't leave much money so I couldn't even think of setting out a spread for his friends. I didn't know what to do." She was looking sad again and Tom didn't want that.

"Leave it to me. I know some people and I'll arrange for the Lodge hall next door to the church to be available and I'll have a buffet table set up and catered. Consider it done. I'll tell the minister to announce it during the service." That brought a smile back to that beautiful face and Tom relaxed. This could be OK. 

The service went off without a hitch. Tom made a heartfelt eulogy and Harris Templeton, former friend turned cheating bastard was buried once and for all. After the service, about 50 of his and Tom's former friends showed up at the reception and Shelly was able to speak to most of them. She looked much better now that it was over. Tom waited until she had a moment to herself and then went over to talk to her.

"What are your plans now that Harris is put to rest? Where'll you go? I don't remember any family in the area." 

He took her hand and held it while she looked at him with a sadness that almost broke his heart. For the first time, he began to have regrets about what he had done. He savagely crushed that line of thinking: he had to!

"I don't have anywhere to go now that he's gone. I left that prick I was living with for the past three years because he was always high and wanted me to join him. I've been clean for over two years and I'm not going back." 

She said this with a vengeance. She had hit bottom and pulled herself back up and she was staying up. 

"Why don't you come stay with me at my place? There's plenty of room and I'll pay you room and board to take care of the house and the twins. They need a woman's touch and my mother is not my choice right now. She hates my guts for obvious reasons and I know she'll turn the kids against me if she has a chance." 

"I could do that if you really want me to. I haven't seen your kids but I bet they're full of it. What are they now, just over a year old?" 

She looked quite pleased so Tom considered it a done deal.

"They are 16 months old now and they really miss Nicky. You're about the same age as her so you would be more able to relate to them. Let's get your things from the apartment and take you home." 

They did and Shelly moved in that day. They sold Harris' stuff, what there was of it and Shelly took the cash and cancelled the lease so she was free of anything left of Harris. She was an instant hit with the twins and the house gradually became a home again. 

The next day, Tom decided that he had to make the dreaded trip to see Betty and Harry. When Tom told Betty of the arrangement, she tried to object, but Tom just told her that things were under control and he didn't need her to take care of his kids any longer. She and Harry were free to visit them anytime they wanted and had only to call to let him or Shelly know they were coming. She could also baby sit anytime they were going to be out if she wanted. He promised her that she and Harry would always be welcome to visit the twins. 

He also took that opportunity to tell Betty and Harry that he was going to file divorce papers right away. Betty started in on him about responsibility and all that but Harry must have known it was about time. He was the first to ask the question.

"She cheated on you with Harris, didn't she Tom?" I knew something was wrong when I found out that she was with Harris coming out of that hotel."




The Accident Ch. 01-02



Betty immediately turned on Harry. "That's a lie and you know it Harry! Nicky would never do that to Tom and the twins. It has to be a lie. Tell him Tom!"

Tom simply handed the letter that Nicky had left to Betty and watched as she read it. She read it twice before she looked up at Tom.

"So you cheated first? You were the one that caused her to do that thing? You have the nerve to divorce her because she tried to get back at you for cheating? How could you?"

"The problem is, Betty, you're doing exactly what she did. You believed something bad of me without even giving me a chance to tell my side. I trusted Nicky to be faithful to me, as I was to her. I never did what she was told I had done. Harris admitted that he lied to her just to get her to sleep with him. He failed, but he tried. I called home to tell her of my promotion on the day she wrote this letter. She was at the hotel with Harris when I called her. She was surprised I called from work because Harris had told her I was in the same hotel she was in, cheating with a woman named Phyllis. That was supposed to be part of the 'payback'. Phyllis was on my development team. She was an employee of mine, not my lover."

"The accident occurred because she and Harris were trying to get home before I did to get to that letter before I could see it. You see, her guilt drove her to try to stop me from seeing what she intended, and Harris's deceit caused the whole thing. He almost killed her, just to sleep with her."

Betty was listening with a look of shock on her face. She had known Harris as long as Nicky and I had been dating and she was taken back by the fact that he could do what he had done. She was shaking her head as if to deny it. A tear had started to fall from her eye and she grabbed Harry's hand as if to maintain her grip on reality.

"How can I believe you when you say you were not guilty of what Nicky thought you were? You could lie now and no one would know the difference. You are lying aren't you?" She had a look of triumph on her face, thinking still that Nicky was innocent and I had driven her to this evil.

I handed her a letter from Harris, dated on the last day of his life. I kept the envelope it came in. It was clearly postmarked and he signed the letter. It was delivered to me at my office four days after he had died. I found it when I went back to work following the funeral. It was one of the 'details' my acquaintance had taken care of.

After reading the letter, Betty made no more attempts to try to dissuade me in my divorce. I named her the administrator of Nicky's affairs and she and Harry became guardians while she remained in a coma. I had transferred responsibility for health questions to Harry and set up a trust fund with the insurance settlement from Harris' insurance company to cover all expenses so that they would not have to worry. She would be cared for as long as she was in the coma.

It was just about a week after Shelly moved in that things began to happen. One evening after Shelly put the twins to bed, she came into the family room wearing only a robe and slippers. She had obviously just showered since her hair was wet and she had on no makeup. She sat down across from Tom and watched him as she combed her hair out. The longer she watched him, the more nervous he became. 

"You look tired Tom. You've been working non-stop and you look tense. I could do something about that if you wanted me to." 

She just smiled and continued to brush her hair. Her eyes however, sparkled with something new.

"I guess I am beat. I could use a shower myself. It looks relaxing. I think I'll go up and take one now. Thanks for the suggestion." 

With that he moved to the stairs while she watched him from lowered eyelids.

Tom went into the master bath and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw a tired old man there, not a 34 year old soon to be VP and knew he had been working too hard on the expansion into Europe. He wanted that assignment for himself so he had a goal. Well, he could at least relax since it was Friday night and he was off for the next two days. 

He shed his clothes and turned on the shower. Once the water was hot, he stepped in and let the water wash over him and take away the stiffness. It felt wonderful. He was hardly aware of the cold draft when the shower door opened and Shelly stepped in behind him. He had soap in his eyes and couldn't open them right away but he felt her tits push into his back and her arms slide around his body to cup his balls and cock. Her warm soft body was pressed tightly to his as she laid her head on his shoulder and whispered into his ear.

"I have been waiting for you to invite me into your bed but you have been the perfect gentleman. I decided to stop waiting. I want to help you the way you helped me. Let me do this for you Tom." 

She was stroking him as she spoke and he could feel the heat beginning to build in his belly. Tom rinsed his face and eyes and turned to her. 

"I wanted you so badly but I didn't want you to think that you owed my anything. I wanted to wait until you were ready. Are you sure you want this?" 

"I'm sure. Let's make you less tense right now so that you can be a less than perfect gentleman later. I like less than perfect gentlemen better than perfect ones."

She laughed a naughty laugh and her eyes held promise of more to come. With that she put both of her tiny hands around his erection and proceeded to jack him off in the shower while he stood under the rushing water, feeling his tensions and guilt wash away as he climaxed. 

They dried each other after the shower, doing more rubbing than drying but generating enough heat to dry them both before they tumbled into the bed, holding each other tightly. He had recovered and was ready to pleasure her in wonderful ways, ways that had been denied for too long. 

He pulled her tightly against him and proceeded to use his hands and fingers to make her ready to receive him. He could feel her wetness and knew that she was ready. He moved her away and had her roll over onto her stomach and then raised her hips using a pillow. Once she was comfortable, he moved over her and took his now raging cock in hand and pushed into her from behind. She moaned once and than sighed. 

He felt her warm wetness and entered her all the way. She took him in with no distress and he stilled himself for a moment allowing her to get used to him. He then began to pump in and out, moving slowly at first and then increasing his tempo. She pushed back, indicating that he was not causing her any discomfort and urging him on. She began to make small whimpering sounds that made him mad with lust. 

He began ramming her faster and faster until he felt the upwelling through his balls and into his manhood. The hot fluid flowed into her in huge amounts, more than he could remember in a long, long time. For her part, Shelly took all he could give and asked for more. She mounted him later and took him inside her while he cupped her magnificent tits. She brought herself to climax while he watched her face in wonder. She was really beautiful when she was in heat. 

Shelly gave him forgetfulness that night. He forgot for a while his part in Harris' death, and his wife's failure to trust. Her failure was more of a weight on him than he had expected. He still had no idea how he could forgive her for that. In the meantime, he used Shelly for his needs, knowing that she expected little from him other than comfort in time of need. That he could give and more. 

With Shelly taking care of the home and the twins, Tom had more time to put his talents to work earning the trust and respect of George Turner. Time passed happily as he saw the project coming together. He had been making tremendous strides in making the startup a reality until one day George called him into his office.

"There is no doubt that you are the man for the European expansion enterprise Tom. It is high time that we moved you over there full time to begin to bring this to a successful conclusion. I would like to offer you the position of Vice President of European Operations effective immediately. I would expect you to pick your team, make all of the arrangements and move to Brussels effective as soon as possible. Will you accept?"

"Gladly and with gratitude. It is no secret that this is what I have been working for. I can probably be over there within 45 days. I'll start on the plans right away."

After a few more words and thanks, Tom left George's office and went home to begin taking the first steps. It was important to do this right and he had been making plans for some time. 

To be Continued.



The Accident Ch. 01



Laura was coolly assessing her body in the privacy of the yoga studio. The large mirrored wall in front of her served as her looking glass, letting her gaze at her reflection in the stark mid-day light. For being in her early thirties she felt she was in fantastic shape. Her large full breasts still sat high and proud on her thin frame. Her belly tapered to her waist which flared in a womanly way and not with excess weight. Her bottom was firm and smooth with only the barest hints of cellulite. There were no blemishes on her soft pale skin and her face was still very beautiful. She smiled at her mirror-self and felt happy with how she looked. Typically she felt like she needed to improve something here, something there but not today. Today she felt gorgeous. 

The yoga studio that she and her sister owned had done well all month and she had a bit of extra money in her pocket and planned to spend it. Rather than reward herself with a day at a spa or a shopping trip she had already decided to take her twin children out for a nice dinner and a movie. A real family night, one like they used to have before her troll of a husband left. It had been so long since they had really had one of those. She had already spoken with Cyn, her sister, about taking her class for the evening and she had happily agreed to fill in to teach. 

Her cell phone rang, the standard ring, not one of the personal ones for her sister or her children so she ignored it. She looked over herself once again, wearing a sports bra and yoga pants, her firm belly rippling slightly, not overdeveloped, just enough to be sexy and she was indeed very pleased for the first time in three years. The first time since her divorce was finalized. She finally had hope that she might move forward from her broken heart and her past life and start something new and exciting. Her phone chimed then, letting her know she had a voice mail. With a sigh she called the voicemail box then entered her passcode, the message began...

"Mrs. Mendine this is the St. Joseph Trauma center, your son has been in a car accident and....", Laura was already grabbing her shoes and running out the door, not even listening to the rest of the message.

* **

Chris awoke in pain. His head felt like it had knives made of ice and fire stabbing repeatedly into it. He tried to open his eyes but wasn't sure that he did, everything was blackness. Wait, he felt some movement there along his eyes but still all was darkness. He tried to say something, to call out, but found that he could not something was obstructing his mouth and tongue, something was filling his throat. Through the fog of pain and the haze of confusion he began to form a coherent thought or two.

Something had happened. Something awful. The memory of it was tenuous and elusive. What was it? What had happened? There was the scream of rubber tires on asphalt, the breaking of glass and the screech of metal, then nothing. No, that wasn't right. There was a constant pinging noise of some kind. There....he could hear it now actually. A monitor? Was he in a hospital? Why couldn't he remember?!

Pain lanced through him once more but this time the pain cleared the fog of his mind. It helped him to focus on what had happened to him. There was a car accident. His best friend Rick had been driving too fast. The car stereo had been blaring so when Chris tried to warn him about the sharp corner Rick had not heard him. His friend had lost control of the vehicle and they had hit the guard rail then broken through it. The rest was a jumble of chaotic images, the world spinning, light and darkness, the smell of burnt rubber and stale airbag fumes, then he must have blacked out. 

"Chris?" a voice called to him as though far, far away, "Baby? It's your mom. Don't try to talk," there was a pause, the voice sounded so distant, "Don't try to open your eyes sweetie. There was an accident," her voice caught, his mom always cried so easily, "Chris I'm so sorry. You hurt your head...the doctor said you hurt your brain. They had to do surgery and they don't know if you'll be able to see again or not."

This thought was a powerful one and it struck him hard. He felt a hand squeeze his though it seemed that it was through a pillow or layers of soft cloth, there was a numbness there.

"Just try and rest. Your sister and I will be here when you wake up," her voice was quavering and he knew his mom was crying now. He tried to squeeze his hand around hers to let her know he was ok and it would all be alright but his fingers did not want to respond, they barely moved at all but his mom grew excited by just this small motion. "You're so strong baby ...I'm so proud of you. It will all be ok, don't worry," she didn't need to reassure him, he knew it would fine. Somehow he just knew. With that though in his mind he went drifting back to sleep.

Three weeks later he still could not see. He was sitting up in the hospital bed and talking to his sister when something changed. At first he couldn't quite place it then he realized he could see light. Maybe not light, but he could see grey. Not just black. 

"Chris?" his sister Tina asked," Everything ok?"

"I think," he said carefully, not wanting to somehow jinx himself, "that I can ...well that my eyesight is coming back. I can see grey and there are lighter shades and darker shades!"

"Really?" Tina was amazed and surprised and happy all in one, "oh my gawd! Let me go tell the doctor!" with that she ran out the door and down the hall to the nurse's station. Chris could hear the heavy thump of her feet as she flew down the hall and he laughed. For such a small girl how did she make so much noise?

A moment later the doctor came in with Tina and ran Chris through some tests then confirmed what Chris believed, that his eyesight was slowly returning. This was welcome news and Chris wept, his sister wept, and when his mother arrived later she broke down in tears of happiness.

"You have a long recovery yet Chris," the doctor cautioned. The man had a kind voice and sounded like he was older but Chris couldn't be sure as he had never seen him. "The damage to your brain was extensive and even though we did what we could you may not have all the same abilities and aptitudes that you did before. Now I'm not saying that you'll never regain your full vision or full motor skills but let's take it slow ok?" the doctor cautioned. (It would take a miracle kid.)

"I'm sorry?" Chris said, confused by the doctor's last statement. 

"It might take a long time to fully recover Chris," the doctor stated before Chris interrupted, "No the last part, about it taking a miracle."

"I didn't say anything like that," the doctor said and Chris's mom chimed in, "Chris he didn't say that."

"I heard him," Chris insisted, a frown on his young face.

(The kid is losing it.)

"No he said I'm not losing it!" Chris almost shouted, growing angry.

"Chris honey, he didn't say anything. I'm standing right here next to the man and he didn't utter a word like that," his mother said with concern hanging heavy in her tone. (God please let my baby be ok.)

"Don't worry mom," Chris said in a reassuring manner, "I will be fine. I'm not losing it, I'm not going crazy." But what the hell is going on, he wondered. He heard the doctor and his mother discussing his condition but his mind was preoccupied for him to pay attention. I know I heard what I heard. Did they really not say anything? How did I hear it then? Am I going crazy? No, no that's not it. It must be something else. But what?

At that moment the door to his room opened and the nurse came in, "Alright, everybody out, time for this young man to get a bath, "his female nurse said in a no-nonsense tone. "You too mom, out out out" the lady laughed a bit at this but she was very serious.

"Chris I'll see you tomorrow ok? I have to pick your sister up from dance practice then teach a yoga class but we will both come over alright?"

"Sounds good mom. See you tomorrow. I love you," he said with a smile.

"I love you too sweetie," he could hear the smile in her words though he could not see it. He heard the doctor and his mother leave and door click closed then he was alone with the nurse. 

"I'll put some water in this bin while you sit up," she said, her tone all business now.

"Ok," Chris agreed and sat up slowly, trying to make sure he moved cautiously enough so that his head would not explode into pain as it sometimes did when he moved too suddenly. He did not like that he had a nurse help bathe him but how else could he get clean. He could not yet stand on his own or really move around without pain so he was forced to rely on the help of others. Even if only a temporary thing, it was still humiliating. He marshaled his strength and finished sitting up, proud of himself that he did not ache this time. 

The nurse came back from the bathroom attached to his hospital room with a tub of water, he assumed it was warm. (Damn he has a hot body. If I were a few years younger I'd totally bang him). Chris flushed at this.

"Did you say something just now?" Chris asked her. 

"Nope," she replied, "Haven't said anything yet. Ready for your bath?"

"Uh, yeah," he said, very unsure now," Why not?"

"Ok, let's get that gown off," the nurse said. (So I can see that nice dick)

Chris spluttered then recovered quickly, "Sorry the water caught me by surprise." This is freaking me out. Am I hearing what she's thinking? Is that what's happening? He tried to listen then, to really concentrate on sound but heard nothing as she washed his back. "Um, miss? What's your name?"

"Brenda," she replied, he could hear the smile in her voice. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too Brenda. I guess you know I'm Chris, "he chuckled.

She laughed, a bright and happy sound, "Yes all the nurses on this floor know who you are. (And how hot you are) I'm going to get a little familiar with you here Chris," she said as she ran the sponge down between his legs and over his manhood. She was very gentle and washed him lightly but the contact made his hormones surge and his shaft lengthen and thicken. It had been so long since he'd last been with a girl or even masturbated that any contact at all excited him. (oh my god look how big and hard he's getting...I'd love to ride that dick)

He laughed again, sure he was hearing her thoughts," Sorry, that tickles a bit," he explained away. I want to cum so bad right now. Its been too long. His cock was ragingly hard, his balls aching, full of churning seed needing to be spilt. I'd let this nurse stroke my shaft until it came for sure. I don't even care what she looks like. The sponge moved away and he sighed quietly then jumped slightly when he felt her hand on his cock, her fingers lightly ran up and down the rigid length, caressing it and tracing over every vein.

Chris was too stunned to move or think. He had just thought about this nurse stroking him and now she was doing it. 

(He's so hard. I'm sure he needs to cum. I can do that for him.) An idea hit him then, perhaps he could hear what others were thinking and maybe even influence their thoughts. He decided to experiment on the spot.

Stroke it faster, he thought. Use both your hands, one to rub my balls and one to jerk me off. Then he felt her other hand come down to caress his sac, her warm palm pushing against his sensitive balls. He groaned in pleasure and heard her breathing sharply increase.

(Oh he feels so good. I'll massage his balls while I stroke him. I want him to cum.) Her hands worked together magnificently, stroking and pleasuring him until he started to cum hard shooting thick bursts of his seed into the air with a loud groan of lust filled pleasure.

"Mmm fuck that felt good," he whispered. For a moment there was silence. It weighed in the room like a dark and heavy thing.

"Shit," he heard the nurse whisper. "What did I just do?"

Somehow he knew what to say, he knew what he needed to do. "You made your patient feel a million times better. Don't worry, I'm 18 so you can't get in trouble for my age. I won't say anything about this to anyone at all ever, so you want lose your job and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You're an amazing and wonderful nurse and I couldn't ask for anyone better." You want to stroke me off every day. You will find my cock addictive and you want to do whatever I want you to do with it.

"Thank you," she whispered, relieved. "I think..."she stammered," I think I want to do that again tomorrow. If that's alright with you? Or just...whatever you want to do ok?" she said softly then leaned down and kissed the head of his softening manhood. She then took it into her warm, soft mouth and sucked the semen from the slit in the head. He heard her moan softly and he knew she was wet and aroused. Suddenly, she was an open book to him. Chris knew exactly what she liked and didn't like in bed, how far she would go and how far he could push her beyond that. Her entire life was open before him and it stunned him. Some small part of him rejoiced in this knowledge but another larger part knew to be cautious with it. To be careful with this new found power of his. 

"Yes that would be perfect," he said out loud as the nurse named Brenda cleaned his cock and balls with her skilled tongue. This will all be just perfect...






The Accident Ch. 01



I felt bad. I had been slacking off on my compliments to her over the years. I hadn't been real appreciative of what I had in my wife. Mistake number one. A hard one for me too. I had always thought she was beautiful. I always also thought she knew I thought that too. Looking back I could see clearly that I should have been more vocal in my appreciation of her looks.

"Well, by the time we got back to the office I had gotten so turned on. As he opened my door to let me out, our faces got real close, and...suddenly...we...kissed. It just happened. I'm not sure whom if either of us started it first. Then, well...we ended up in his office on his desk. Afterwards..."

"Hold it. Back up a bit. In his office. What did you do?"

"Oh...I can't...everything?"

"Everything or nothing Sue."

Her shoulders fell as I said that. I could see she was not wanting to tell those intimate details to me. I felt now that she had to. That was the only way I would ever be able to get closure on this whole...mess.

"We went into his office. I was so hot...I did a little strip tease kind of thing, and he just stripped off his clothes. His boxers he left on, but everything else came off. I removed all my things, and naked stood in front of him and just played with my body. I felt so...slutty, so sexy...so hot. I could see his desire and approval of what he saw too. He cleared off his desktop and I sat down on it. I...oh God...I'm so sorry John...I acted like a total slut. I pulled my legs up and spread them wide, letting him see me...fully. I was so wet...I actually left a puddle on his desk right then. I spread my pussy lips, with one hand, and began to masturbate for him."

I was shocked. Sue, in all our years had never done that for me. Never had she masturbated as far as I knew. Here she was doing it without being asked, for her boss. On his desk no less, totally naked, and spread wide open to his view.

"Go on."

"This is hard. I...I can't believe that I've done this all now. Looking back..."

"Hindsight is always clear isn't it Sue? Get on with it. All the details."

"As I was masturbating, he moved up between my legs, and sat down in his chair. I sat there, legs spread as wide as I could get them. I was feeling so wicked and slutty at that moment too. I could see his desire of me in his eyes, let alone down there...you know..."

"His cock? Hard was it? I imagine it looked quite long too."

Softly, almost so softly I couldn't hear her, Sue let it slip out...

"Yes. It was real long. The longest I had ever seen."

"What?"

"I said it was real long."

Her voice gained some volume at my insistent tone.

"How long?"

"I don't know. I never measured it. Bill claimed it is ten inches long hard and about four inches around. All I knew was it was the biggest co...penis I had ever seen."

"Penis? You mean cock don't you? That's what you were going to say isn't it? When did you start calling a man's penis a cock Sue? You have never referred to mine as anything but a penis or thing."

"Bill got me to talk to him especially after that first time. He made me call it his cock...and he made me say lots of other dirty things too. God help me...I loved the thrill it gave me too."

"Lets go...the rest of the story."

"Okay...Bill was sitting there between my legs as I masturbated for him. He began to touch me, at first my legs, then my inner thighs, and pretty soon, he was masturbating me. He was a bit rough, but that only added to the excitement. When he licked me...my pussy, I just about came right then. I did come the first time a few minutes after he began to lick and suck on me though."

"He ate your cunt out first then?"

"God...you make it sound so filthy."

"Oh really? You, a married woman, on your bosses desk, who also happens to be a married man, and he is licking you as you keep your legs spread wide open for him. What would you call that? Saintly? Devout? Being a 'good' girl? A faithful spouse? Or were you a dirty slut? A cheating slut?" "All right...I deserve some of that. What we did was wrong and we both know it. Now...we are both paying for it too."

"Not just you two, Sue. How about his wife? How about your husband? You two hurt more than just yourselves in this, yet all you can think of is how it effects you and him."

Sue couldn't speak as her crying took over. She just sat there tears running, sobbing into her Kleenex. I got up and walked around the kitchen, trying to calm myself. This was harder on me than I had thought it would be. 

I could feel my anger right there, just under my control, but barely. I knew that I had to make her tell me everything though. I had to know it all. Mostly I think, out of some perverse need to see if she had done things with him that she had refused or not offered to do for me.

"I came...twice as he licked...ate me. I...I knew it was wrong, and should have stopped it right after that, but he stood up and dropped his shorts. When I saw his penis...I couldn't believe that it was so large. I touched it...and the next thing I knew, he had moved around to the other side of the desk and my head was laid back as he rubbed it all over my face. Even his balls...he had me lick his balls. For some reason, I wanted to please him so bad...I let him control me. I let him stick his...c...cock in my mouth. After a while, I was pulling his butt cheeks into my face, taking him as deep as I could. I...don't know why I acted that way...I just...lost it I guess. He came when he was pretty deep inside my mouth, and I had to swallow to breathe. He tasted...different. Kind of sweet with a tangy spice to it. I wondered if I could do the same thing for you...and realized I had never even tried. My own husband hadn't gotten such good treatment. I'm...sorry."

"Go on. Get it all out."

"Then, after he came in my mouth...he had me suck and lick him until he was rock hard again, and then we had sex."

"You mean he fucked you with that large, long, rock hard cock don't you? Fucked your slutty cunt with his long cock?"

"Please. This is hard enough for me to tell you all the details, don't make it sound so...so..."

"Just go on Sue."

"He fu...fucked me twice that night. Once as I lay on my back on his desk, and once with me bent over the arm of his couch. That time he fingered my...bottom hole then too. We didn't do it again for a week or so...I was feeling so guilty, and I think he did too. Then one night we worked late on that Stevens contract and afterwards...he began to kiss me. I argued that we shouldn't, but by the time his second round of kisses engulfed me, I found a need to have him again. That time we got a motel room. I sucked him, he sucked me, then we fu...fucked. That night...he did me doggie style on the bed, and as he did, he fingered my ass more. He started with one finger, but soon he had two or three back there. When he pulled out and began to work it inside me...in my ass...I didn't realize it at first, as his fingers had opened me up and relaxed me quite a bit. He was in quite a bit before I knew it was his cock not his fingers. He had a strong grip on my hips and slowly pressed his full length into me. After a bit, he began to move back and forth. When he came...he pulled out...I was cumming too...and my mouth must have been open in the midst of my orgasm...anyway, suddenly it was there and I was swallowing his cum for the second time that night. After that night, we would meet about once or twice a week at that motel. When we were coming home the other night...the night of the accident...I was sucking him and that other guy crossed the line and hit us. I was thrown to the floor; my dress was up around my hips and my top undone so Bill could play with my breasts as I went down on him. I must have panicked or something and bit down. The rest you know."

"You're math is a bit rusty on this...once or twice a week over four months you say? Just once a week would have added up to sixteen times, Sue. Now...how about our past? After we started dating. I remember some times when you were...not yourself. Acting just like you have lately, and I didn't notice it. Now that I know you were cheating on me with that asshole, I have to wonder about those times way back when."

"There's never been anyone else John. You have to believe me. Only Bill."

"Oh? You're sure now? If I called around and checked up on some dates and times there wouldn't be any surprises then?"

"There have been no others John. None."

"How about clients? Ever give a little extra to keep or get some business?"

"WHAT? How dare you insinuate that I would whore myself out..."

"Like you have been for Bill?"

Sue was white as a ghost and for an instant I thought I saw some sort of guilt or a sign of a lie covering up something. I pressed even harder at that point.

"Tell you what. I'm going to call Bill and ask him a few questions. Do you think he will have something to add that you haven't covered here so far?"

"No. Don't bother. I...that is to say...he...one night I was pretty hot, worked up and ready to go. A client had scheduled a meeting with us in the late afternoon. He stopped by just as we were getting into our fun time. I didn't see Bill do it, but he motioned the client in and the next thing I knew, another man's cock, a strangers cock, was being pressed into me from behind as I went down on Bill. Bill held my head tightly to him too. After a few minutes...well...I found out what it was like to be with two men. We never repeated that, but I know that Bill was planning something like that soon."

"I hope you got the contract after that night."

"How can you sit there and sound so damned...so perfectly sincere? Yes, as a matter of fact we did get that contract. No, we never repeated that either. I know that Bill had plans, but I was reluctant to go there again for fear you would...that you would find out about...us."

"Now I have. He has a bigger cock, you flirted with him saying that I hadn't made you feel beautiful in a while, and then you finally end up having sex with a client and Bill at the same time. Now you're sorry and want to save our marriage. If I wasn't so pissed off right now, I'd probably laugh over your audacity and just how sorry you are saying you are. You got caught cheating on me, and if you hadn't, you'd still be doing it, and probably with more than just one other man. Is that it? Do you have anymore things you need to tell me before I walk?"

"Walk? I thought we would talk and try to fix things."

"What's to fix? You cheated on me with your boss. The only reason you are sorry is due to the fact that I caught you...at last...and you can't hide it anymore. So now you want to 'fix' our marriage. I wasn't even aware that it needed fixing before the other night. You haven't attempted to be honest with me without my pressing you hard. You haven't convinced me that you are sorry that you cheated on me. You haven't even tried to tell me that you love me and you were wrong. The closest you have come to saying anything remotely close to 'love' is that you 'need' me. That is not comforting at all Sue."

"I have too told you I love you. Just the other day...I told you I love you..."

I saw a frown cross her face as she tried to remember.

"See? You can't even remember the last time you told me you loved me. I can remember when I told you the last time. I can remember the last time you told me that you loved me too. You haven't said anything that I can even remotely pretend that you are trying here Sue. You made it sound like it just 'happened'; yet there had to be an attraction there to begin with. You did things for him that you never have done for me too. Besides being hurt, and torn to bits here, I'm also finding that I'm empty. All the love I had in me for you just evaporated tonight. I had thought there would be a chance to salvage our marriage, but obviously you do not love me anymore. I'm glad now that we don't have any kids. No property to speak of either. Renting a town-home was the best idea you ever had when we move in here Sue. Had you planned this way back then?"

"NO. John...I do love you. I love you like no other. What I've done to us, to you...it is unforgivable. All I can say in my defense is that I was weak and things happened that normally wouldn't have...and now I realize just a bit of how much I have hurt you. Please...give me one more chance? I want what we had together. I want our marriage back where it was."

"That will never happen now Sue. Where it was, was me blissfully unaware of you cheating on me. Where it was, was my trusting you fully and completely without any doubt. That has all changed so radically now I'm not sure we or our marriage will make it. Matter of fact, I'm leaning towards ending it right now. You have not convinced me that you love me, and now with the doubts brought out in my mind, that you ever loved me, like I loved you at any rate."

"PLEASE...please John. I'm begging you. I love you, I do. I DO. I never meant to hurt you...to cheat on you. It just happened. It's my fault I don't blame you. Just because I felt old and ugly was no reason to go off like a silly schoolgirl over some flirting. I'm so sorry. I want us to be together. I want us to be a couple. Please John, give me one chance. Just one."

I was angry again; knowing some of the things that asshole had gotten her to do for him. Anal sex, blowjobs to completion, and taking his cock all the way into her throat. I was angry now that I knew details. 

She sat there crying, looking at me. I felt like stone. Inside my heart was getting colder and my blood was freezing. I was looking at a woman broken by her cheating, bruised from the car wreck that brought out that cheating. For a moment, I wished that I had put some of those bruises on her too.

"You know what Sue?"

"W-w-what?"

"You should have been an actress. You'd make an academy award with this one right here."

Stunned, she could only look at me. I could see her eyes, full of a pain and fear too. She knew she had really messed up, yet she had no clue as to how to go about fixing it, or if I would ever let her even try to fix it. I had taken care of her, grudgingly letting her get a job to help support us. 

Now, thanks to that job, she had betrayed me fully. The only remorse I was seeing was that she got caught. She had not found a way to convince me of her love for me either. I knew, at that moment, that one clear and focused moment, a pain that went straight through my heart and into my soul.

"I'll be going now. I can see that your love for me was superficial and perhaps even shallow. How I missed that all this time is beyond me. You had better find a lawyer, and then see if you still have a job. If you don't, the rent on this place is paid up for the next month, but I'll not be paying anymore until the divorce is final."

"Nooooo...please...John...please."

"Look Sue, you have only convinced me that I was a convenient place to hang out and be safe while you had fun on the side. I can't accept that and you can't seem to find the words to convince me otherwise. Everything you've told me so far has only shown how much you cared for someone else. You haven't been able to tell me that you loved me for quite some time now, and you even cut me off here and there sexually so you could have fun with your boyfriend. You've used me, lived off me, letting me think that you cared for me when you really never have. Anyway, that's how I'm seeing it at the moment."

"NO...THAT'S NOT TRUE. I've loved you forever. I have. I know I have really hurt you and not been a good wife...but I have always loved you John. ALWAYS. I know I can't undo the things I've done. I know I deserve nothing from you but please...I want...I NEED you. Please...oh please."

"Look, I'm not promising anything at the moment. I'm going to find another place to stay. Maybe...and that's a huge MAYBE, I'll try to stay with you. I'm not going to tell you that I will, nor that it will be easy, cause it won't, but I just might find a reason to try to stayed married to you. I know you sure as hell haven't earned any points with me."

"You won't stay here with me?"

"No. I can't. Not now, knowing what I know about you and your asshole boss. It will take time before I can even think about 'us' let alone living with you again. In the meantime, I'm going to see if there is someone out there who might want me for me...and not for a roof over their head and someplace 'safe' to come home to."

Sue stared at me, at first trying to get that 'I'm mad as hell that you'd even mention sleeping with someone else' look, but then I saw the realization cross her eyes. She had started this whole thing by cheating on me. I had every right to do the same now. I wasn't sure I wanted to, nor that fighting fire with fire was a good idea at all, but I was angry and frustrated.

"Okay...I know I have not earned anything here. What will it take to keep you?"

"I guess you'll just have to fight it out and figure it out for yourself Sue. I'm not going to help you this time. You are going to have to earn every second you spend with me from here on out. How that time is earned...well you figure it all out. I can say that earning my trust back will be a thousand times as hard as it was for you to earn it the first time."

"So it all boils down to sex then? Is that it?"

"If that's what you think Sue, you might as well give up now and put yourself out of your misery. Sex is the least of the problem. You'll have to prove to me that you are worth having as a partner and friend again. You'll have to prove yourself worthy of having sex with me, and you'll have to prove that you are worthy enough for me to keep around as a wife. The sex is important, but it's not the most important. Trust, respect and love...those are the important one's you'll be fighting for. Sex is just the icing on the cake."

"You won't stay here?"

"No. That ground has been covered. You have your work cut out for yourself. Just know that I'm not going to be a push over either. I did love you, still do in many ways...yet you really fucked up with this whole mess and I'm not real sure I want to be with you at all anymore. It will all be you and what you do Sue. All you. Good night."

I was done talking and moved my stuff out to my car. She tried to hug me once, but I fended her off and kept packing. She collapsed to the floor, crying as I carried out my last box. I spent the rest of the night at a motel and later the next day I found an apartment in a nicer building. A one bedroom apartment.

After one month of living on my own I recognized that I was lonely, angry, and yes, even lost. Sue had been my life and I couldn't stop thinking of her. She called me every day asking how I was then after getting my small and very skimpy responses, she'd say goodbye and hang up.

I heard that she had quit her job, moving to another agency. She still lived in our old apartment and would just go to work then go home. I wasn't doing much better myself. I would go to work then home, sleep was a thing from my past. Now I would just lay in bed and toss and turn.

I still loved her, hell, I still even wanted her. I just couldn't accept her cheating on me. After a month I figured that I'd have come to a decision about us, but all I had done is mope around more and more. It was affecting my job performance as well. I knew I had to do something, but now I wasn't sure what that was.

One night I decided to go out. I went to a lively dance club and soon discovered that I was among the oldest there. I hadn't been out much for a while and it seemed my favorite places had become overrun with a younger crowd.

I sat at the bar and nursed my drink. I was thinking that I had made a mistake and should just head on home. Suddenly a hand touched my arm.





The Accident Ch. 01



"Can I slip in here for a sec honey?"

I was looking at a beautiful young woman. Long blonde hair and a very nice body. A model's body but with a rather large chest. I felt a stirring in my pants as I moved over a bit allowing her in beside me. The perfume she was wearing danced in my nose and drew me to want to get to know her even more. 

She glanced down at my left hand and smiled.

My wedding ring gleaming in the backlight of the bar. 

"So, you're here, where's the wife?"

"Pardon?"

"I can see that you are married yet out at this club alone...makes me wonder where your wife is?"

"Oh. Uh...well...we are not...uh...She's home...I mean...I'm in my own place...now...and..."

"Relax honey. I'm not running away. Tough times then? Between you and your wife I mean."

"Yeah."

Suddenly I didn't want to talk at all. I was losing interest. Damn Sue and her damned cheating on me. My life was fucked up and I didn't think I'd ever get over her now. Then, I go out and bump into a beautiful lady and Sue still manages to mess me up...and I haven't seen her in over a month.

I looked up and saw this beauty smiling at me as if waiting on an answer or something.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"I wanted to know if you would dance with me. Out there...on the dance floor?"

"Oh...uh...sure."

I got up and taking her arm we headed out on the floor. It was then I noticed how she was dressed. A black silky slinky dress with almost no back and a plunging V in front. No Bra...the view between her almost showing breasts showed me that.

As we danced to the rather fast tune, she kept in pretty close to me. We couldn't talk much over the noise, but she smiled at me quite a few times. That number was over before I knew it. She grabbed my hand as I turned to leave and she held me there. A nice slow song started up.

"One more...please?"

"Okay."

I put one hand on her middle back and took her hand in my other. She had other ideas and moving in close to me, she used her elbow to move my arm that was around her back, down...a lot. Her other hand was placed on my chest. I felt my heart jump as the electricity between us became rarefied.

Leaning in close to me I could feel her breasts rubbing on my chest, on either side of her hand. The arm I had around her back was now low down and my hand was on naked flesh, just above her bottom.

"You are a handsome man."

"What?"

"I said that you are a handsome man. Probably the most handsome man here tonight."

"Oh...I wouldn't know about that...I..."

"I do know about that. I know my men. You are quite handsome. Dark hair, chiseled face, strong hands, tall, rugged...yet a certain yielding in your eyes. Quite a catch."

I was uncomfortable with all this...praise from a woman I didn't even know.

"Um...thank you. You are quite beautiful too. Matter of fact, I think you are the most beautiful woman here too."

"There, two beautiful people dancing together...now that is interesting. Don't you think?"

"Yeah."

I was not smooth by any means. I was off step and unsure. I hadn't been in the dating loop for years and this sudden contact had unsettled me. 

"I'm Nancy. Nancy Doogan. You?"

"Adams. John Adams."

"Any relation too..."

"No...no relation to the President Adams. I wish though."

Her throaty laugh sent shivers down my spine. Her voice and laugh were sensual and very attractive.

"I was thinking more of Samuel Adams...the beer?"

The name Samuel caused me a brief anger...but it passed as soon as I realized that she had no way of knowing. Besides...Samuel Adams was a pretty good beer, not my favorite, but I had drank it before.

"I wish. I'd have my own special brew if I were."

Soon we were laughing and talking as we danced several dances in a row. I was forgetting all about my situation and loving just being with someone other than myself. Nancy was a good dancer, and quite attentive.

Before I knew it, over two hours had passed. I was getting a bit hungry and after asking Nancy, we decided to go out to a local restaurant for a bit to eat. As we walked down the block she took my arm and stepped in close to me. We were more like a close couple than the strangers we had been just a few hours ago.



The Accident Ch. 02



If you read chapter one then by all means keep on reading. If you haven't read chapter one, I suggest you do as I am writing this in a book type format. To get a feeling for this or following chapters, you will need to know what occurred in chapter one.  *

After a couple of months of living on my own I recognized that I was lonely, angry, and yes, even lost. Sue had been my life and I couldn't stop thinking of her. She called me every day asking how I was then after getting my small and very skimpy responses, she'd say goodbye and hang up.

I heard that she had quit her job, moving to another agency. She still lived in our old apartment and would just go to work then go home. I wasn't doing much better myself. I would go to work then home; sleep was a thing from my past. Now I would just lay in bed and toss and turn.

I still loved her, hell; I still even wanted her. I just couldn't accept her cheating on me. After those months apart I figured that I'd have come to a decision about us, but all I had done is mope around more and more. It was affecting my job performance as well. I knew I had to do something, but now I wasn't sure what that was.

One night I decided to go out. I went to a lively dance club and soon discovered that I was among the oldest there. I hadn't been out much for a while and it seemed my favorite places had become overrun with a younger crowd.

I sat at the bar and nursed my drink. I was thinking that I had made a mistake and should just head on home. Suddenly a hand touched my arm.

"Can I slip in here for a sec honey?"

I was looking at a beautiful young woman. Long blonde hair and a very nice body. A model's body but with a rather large chest. I felt a stirring in my pants as I moved over a bit allowing her in beside me. The perfume she was wearing danced in my nose and drew me to want to get to know her even more. 

She glanced down at my left hand and smiled.

My wedding ring gleaming in the backlight of the bar. 

"So, you're here, where's the wife?"

"Pardon?"

"I can see that you are married yet out at this club alone...makes me wonder where your wife is?"

"Oh. Uh...well...we are not...uh...She's home...I mean...I'm in my own place...now...and..."

"Relax honey. I'm not running away. Tough times then? Between you and your wife I mean."

"Yeah."

Suddenly I didn't want to talk at all. I was losing interest. Damn Sue and her damned cheating on me. My life was fucked up and I didn't think I'd ever get over her now. Then, I go out and bump into a beautiful lady and Sue still manages to mess me up...and I haven't seen her in over a month.

I looked up and saw this beauty smiling at me as if waiting on an answer or something.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"I wanted to know if you would dance with me. Out there...on the dance floor?"

"Oh...uh...sure."

I got up and taking her arm we headed out on the floor. She was dressed in a black silky slinky dress with almost no back and a plunging V in front. No Bra...the view between her almost showing breasts showed me that.

As we danced to the rather fast tune, she kept in pretty close to me. We couldn't talk much over the noise, but she smiled at me quite a few times. That number was over before I knew it. She grabbed my hand as I turned to leave and she held me there. A nice slow song started up.

"One more...please?"

"Okay."

I put one hand on her middle back and took her hand in my other. She had other ideas and moving in close to me, she used her elbow to move my arm that was around her back, down...a lot. Her other hand was placed on my chest. I felt my heart jump as the electricity between us became rarefied.

Leaning in close to me I could feel her breasts rubbing on my chest, on either side of her hand. The arm I had around her back was now low down and my hand was on naked flesh, just above her bottom.

"You are a handsome man."

"What?"

"I said that you are a handsome man. Probably the most handsome man here tonight."

"Oh...I wouldn't know about that...I..."

"I do know about that. I know my men. You are quite handsome. Dark hair chiseled face, strong hands, tall, rugged...yet a certain yielding in your eyes. Quite a catch."

I was uncomfortable with all this...praise from a woman I didn't even know.

"Um...thank you. You are quite beautiful too. Matter of fact, I think you are the most beautiful woman here too."

"There, two beautiful people dancing together...now that is interesting. Don't you think?"

"Yeah."

I was not smooth by any means. I was off step and unsure. I hadn't been in the dating loop for years and this sudden contact had unsettled me. 

"I'm Nancy. Nancy Doogan. You?"

"Adams. John Adams."

"Any relation too..."

"No...no relation to the President Adams. I wish though."

Her throaty laugh sent shivers down my spine. Her voice and laugh were sensual and very attractive.

"I was thinking more of Samuel Adams...the beer?"

The name Samuel caused me a brief anger...but it passed as soon as I realized that she had no way of knowing. Besides...Samuel Adams was a pretty good beer, not my favorite, but I had drank it before.

"I wish. I'd have my own special brew if I were."

Soon we were laughing and talking as we danced several dances in a row. I forgot all about my situation and loved just being with someone other than myself. Nancy was a good dancer, and quite attentive.

Before I knew it, over two hours had passed. I was getting a bit hungry and after asking Nancy, we decided to go out to a local restaurant for a bit to eat. As we walked down the block she took my arm and stepped in close to me. We were more like a close couple than the strangers we had been just a few hours ago.

We ate in a restaurant close to a park. After eating, and talking to each other, we took a walk through that park. It was well lit and quiet there. After a bit we sat on a bench and just talked, learning more about each other. Before I knew it, more hours had passed and it was real late. I offered her a ride home, which Nancy accepted.

Dropping her off in front of her place, I got out and opened the passenger side door. As she stood, she leaned in close to me, and before I knew what was happening, we kissed. A longer, more lingering one followed the first short kiss. Then I pressed my tongue between her lips and she parted them, allowing me to deeply kiss her.

After that kiss, we were both breathing hard. I was unsure of how or where I should stop on this, our first 'date'. I let her lead.

"I have had a most wonderful time tonight John. Thank you for rescuing me at that dance club."

Actually, you rescued me Nancy. I had a great time tonight too. I'm glad we met. Can I...uh...could I take you out for dinner some night soon?"

"Oh yes. That would be great."

"Um...Friday night? About seven?"

"Why, that would be perfect. The day after tomorrow, at seven. I'll be waiting."

We kissed briefly again, and again I slipped a bit of tongue inside her mouth...loving the passion I was feeling between us. As I turned to leave Nancy tugged on my sleeve.

"Next time will be a date. You know what that means."

"That we are going out?"

"No silly. It means that you are beginning to move on."

Her words hit me like a cold bucket of ice. She was right. I had begun to move on in my life finally. Yet...I wasn't divorced. I was only separated. 

"I...Nancy, I..."

"I know John. You're not divorced and you feel strange about all of this. Trust me, I will not let myself be hurt, and I do understand. I really do. See you Friday."

With that and a little peck on my cheek, she turned and went into her house. I stood there for a moment feeling the high of a wonderful evening and the pain of the knowledge of my recent life. As I drove back to my place I wondered how this was all going to play out. My plan hadn't been to get involved with anyone in a romantic way. Maybe a short fling but not any love bites as they say. 

The next day at work I was in the clouds. My co-workers knew something was up and they all knew that Sue and I had separated. Not the real why, but they knew we were not together anymore. One of my closer co-workers was on me about it.

"So John...who's the new babe?"

"Babe? What makes you think there is a new babe in my life?"

"Well, duh...the way you are floating around today it has to either be a new babe or you and Sue are back in a good place. Since I know that Sue and you are not back together, then it must be a new babe. Am I right?"

"You know what Ginny? You are too astute for your own good at times. How would you know that Sue and I weren't back together anyway?"

"That's easy. She left a message for you this morning just before you got here. You came in later than usual and her message told me that she hasn't seen you. You must have been late because you were out late last night...and I saw you with some chick last night at that restaurant by the park."

"Damn...you had me going right up until the 'you saw me' part."

"John, don't get hurt, that's all I ask. After you and Sue split up you were kind of hard to work with. Your mind was always elsewhere. Don't let yourself get hurt again...okay? I kind of like you and...well...just don't get hurt."

I was surprised. Ginny had never shown any interest in me that I was aware of. Until now. She was a single mom, working in a line of work she obviously loved. I knew that she had always been friendly to me, yet I had never gotten one iota of an idea that she would be interested in me at all.

I spent the whole day in the clouds regardless of Ginny's warning to not get hurt. I felt like a teenager at times. When I thought of Nancy and our date coming up my heart would pound and my pulse would rise. Anticipation was building me up and it was hard for me to concentrate on the work at hand.

Nancy and I had three dates after our first one before we went...intimate. That was an eye opening experience for me too. Even though I was trying to be objective, I felt myself being drawn towards Nancy in a serious way too. I wasn't quite in love with her yet...but I was definitely in lust.

That fateful date we went out to a dance club and then to a nice restaurant. After eating, Nancy mentioned wanting to show me her place. She was sitting next to me as I drove, and before we got out of the parking lot of the restaurant, her hands had found my pants zipper, and she was busy working it down as I drove.

I was beside myself with lust and my cock was rock hard the instant she touched me down there. Before she had touched my zipper as a matter of fact. By the time I turned down her street her hot wet lips had taken my cock between them and she was proving to be an excellent oral artist.

Parking in front of her place, she kept working on my hard shaft until I knew I was about to cum. I tapped her on her shoulder to warn her, and she just glanced at me while still sucking. I could see a kind of smile in her eyes as she slowly, ever so slowly took me fully into her mouth, and then I lost it.

She swallowed all my seed, spilling none. I was amazed. It had been the best blowjob I had ever had in my life. All of it done in a semi-public place too. As I came down, Nancy licked and sucked me clean...then with a smile on her lips, she leaned into me and kissed me deeply. I could taste the saltiness of my cum on her lips and tongue as she kissed me thoroughly.

Taking my hand, she led me inside to her bedroom, where she proceeded to undress me, then do a very sexy strip tease herself. Once she was naked, she pressed me back onto her bed, then straddled my chest. As I reached up and caressed her breasts, she leaned down and sucked my tongue into her mouth. I could feel the heat of her pussy on my lower stomach as my cock throbbed and tried to reach out and touch her.

Sitting up, she worked her body up, until her pussy was just inches from my mouth. I was wanting to taste her so bad at that point I wasn't thinking of anything else. I moved down a bit and just got the tip of my tongue to slip along the folds of her very hot and very wet pussy lips. Her sweet and salty taste made my cock jump up and down as I tried to work more of my tongue into her.

She moaned, her hips rolling and then moving up until my whole face was buried in her crotch. I had fingers caressing around her little butt hole as my other hand slipped up to cup a breast. She moaned louder and began to rock her hips back and forth. 

My whole face was getting wet, and my tongue was very busy, slipping in and out of her overheated tightness. I soon began to concentrate on her little hard bud of a clit. Each time my tongue would slip lightly across it, she would drive down hard onto my face. Almost cutting off my air supple each time.

Soon she began to cum. Her orgasm was taking over her whole being it seemed like. I had two fingers right on her little butt hole, massaging it, but not entering it. As she came, her little hole back there opened up like magic and I found those two fingers completely buried in her bottom. 

I could feel my fingers with my tongue as she rocked and rolled on my face. When she finished cumming, she shook and shook, while I was fighting for a breath. Just as I was about to get worried, she rolled off my face and fell along side me.

"Oh God...that was wonderful. You are a first class pussy eater John. Your wife was nuts to let you go like she did. Oh baby...I want more. Lots more."

"Well, I have lots more for you if you want sweetie. You ain't so bad yourself you know. I love how you taste too by the way. Finger licking good."

She took my fingers in her hand, and placed them in her mouth. Sucking on them like they were cocks, she looked into my eyes. Then, as I watched, she pulled them out and moved them down to her nipples...caressing her hard little buds with my fingers...then she moved down farther.

Soon my fingers were being guided into her hot and wet pussy. I felt the heat of her desire building inside her. She had her eyes closed as she pulled my fingers out of her pussy and guided them lower, until they were once again entering her asshole. There she let me finger fuck her for a bit before pulling them out and up to her mouth, licking and sucking on each of my fingers while looking into my eyes.

"Baby...I want your hot hard cock right where your fingers have just been...in that order. Okay?"

"You want my cock on your nipples?"

"Yes."

You want my cock in your tight little pussy?"

"Yes."

"Then you want my cock in your very tight little ass too? Fucking you hard, until we both cum together?"

"Oh YES. Hard...fuck me hard all over baby. I need your cock. I want your cock. I'm yours. Whatever you want me to do...I'm yours."

I sat up and straddled her heaving chest. Her nipples were hard as steel, sticking out about a half an inch. Taking the head of my cock in hand I began to rub it back and forth over each nipple in turn. She was moaning, begging and pulling on my ass cheeks with both her hands as she twisted beneath me. I began to move down between her legs and she pulled them way up.

Holding them spread wide open for me; I was looking at a woman so wound she was splitting her legs wide open in front of me. Her juices were running down from her pussy over her ass and onto the bed. I placed the head of my cock right on her opening...and then moved it up and down, sliding it between her lips, watching her eyes as I did. 

She was moaning like no woman I had ever heard before. Holding her legs so that her knees were along side her breasts, and her feet were pointing straight up towards the ceiling. I pressed forward, the head of my cock shoving her lips aside. Soon the velvety wet softness of her pussy was grasping my shaft. I was halfway inside her when she exploded in her orgasm.

AS she began to cum so hard, I shoved forward in haste and buried my shaft inside her. I could feel her pussy muscles milking my cock as she came. I felt like I had fallen inside her since her legs were alongside my body now, and her skin had a sheen of sweat that made things slippery on my chest too.

I began to ram in and out, not gently, but actually just rutting with her. As I would pull out I could feel her pussy lips tugging on my shaft, begging me to come back. When I would drive forward, she would groan, but not with a painful sound, but a needful sound.

"Harder...yessssss. Fuck me harder John...make me your bitch. Take me. Yessss...fuck me John."

Her words were like a trigger to me. The louder and more she moaned at me to fuck her harder, the harder I fucked her. Pretty soon I was driving in and out so hard we were moving across the bed and headed for the floor. I kept going and she seemed to keep cumming. 

On one good thrust into her, we both began to slide right off the bed. Neither of us quit, keeping our fucking going as we hit the floor. I moved a bit, taking her with me and we cleared the bed and right there on the carpet, I made her mine...just as she had been begging me to.

My last hard thrust into her, just as I began to cum, she cried out and shook so hard I thought for a second I had hurt her in some way. Then I felt her pussy flood with wetness. Lots of wetness. I drove inside and held still as my cum pumped into the depths of her pussy. Nancy was moaning and crying out as we both went over the top.

I collapsed on top of her hot sweaty body, then out of deference to her; I rolled to one side. As my weight slid off her, he moved to hug me tightly.

"Oh God...I want more. A little rest and I want the rest of you. You are a damn good lover John. The best I've ever had. Your wife was a fool to give you up like she did. My God. I wish I had fucked you that first night now. You are better than I figured you be, and I had high hopes then too."

"Well...you bring it out of me Nancy. I've never had a lover quite like you either. You are very...very good at the oral sex. Damn good. I've never had someone take me fully into her mouth and down her throat before. So...in many ways...we are even." 

"Oh baby...no way. I definitely got the best end of this deal. Let's go shower and see what comes up shall we?"

She drug me into the shower, where we cleaned up together. Once the cleaning part was done, I was getting hard again and she began to play with my cock. Looking into my eyes she smiled. 

"Let's see now...two holes down...one to go. Are you ready for some back door loving honey?"

"Uh...I should warn you...I've never done that before...I mean..."

"Baby, follow my lead...I won't let you hurt me, and you will enjoy this a lot. Trust me."

Taking my cock in her hand, she led me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Reaching into a drawer in the nightstand, she took out some flavored gel and then sat on the edge of the bed. Daubing some gel into the palm of her hands, she took my hard cock into her mouth and began to suck me.

As she did, her hands went around whatever part wasn't covered by her lips and soon I was slick and slippery. Then, with more gel in one hand, she turned onto all fours and pressed it into her little butt. I watched, fascinated as she began to shove two, then three, and finally four fingers into her tight little bottom.

Suddenly she took my shaft into her other hand and guided me in close to her kneeling form.

"See that hole honey? That's where I want your cock next. I want you to fuck my ass off. Stick that hard shaft into me and make me your bitch. Take me John...fuck me. Fuck my ass. I want you there. Fucking me."

My pulse was racing, as I was about to go somewhere I hadn't gone before. I felt a throbbing in my cock as I neared her bent form. My cock head brushed her asshole, and I swear that little hole opened up, then closed, like it was begging me to push my cock deep inside.




The Accident Ch. 02



Jake's phone buzzed. New text message. Opening it, he saw it was from Sarah, and said "Did you just get into an accident? I'm so sorry. You should come over."

It had been over a week since that day. Two girls had rear-ended him and brought him back to their place for an 'apology.' even thinking about it now, it sounded absurd.

His phone buzzed again. "Well?" it asked.

He quickly replied. "I'll be finishing up here in about 1/2 hour. That ok?"

What was he thinking? It was amazing and all.. a once in a lifetime experience. But he hadn't heard anything from them since the accident, other than the insurance company had both reports and was going through with his claim.

Buzz. "Jenn says she may make me start without you if you are late."

Jake's cock was already hard. "I won't be."

Work wrapped up and Jake was out of the door at 5:01, practically running for his car. He didn't expect to hear from Jenn and Sarah again - and in part of his mind he convinced himself it had all been some sort of dream.

As he pulled up to the house, he was nervous. Not that he wasn't easy on the eyes of the ladies, or didn't have his share of sexual experiences. But this was new to him Two women. Completely sexy. Bisexual. And they wanted another romp with him. Check that. did he really know that? Maybe they just wanted to hang out. He couldn't walk in there just expecting to get laid again.

He rang the doorbell tentatively. A couple seconds past. He considered ringing again when he heard Sara's voice yell out "Come in! Lock it behind you!"

He opened the door and turned, closing and locking it. No one was in the foyer and he could hear muffled noise coming from what he remembered was the bedroom. He walk in.

Jake stood, somewhat dumbfounded, cock immediately hard, pressing uncomfortably in his pants. Sarah was at the foot of the bed, strapon fucking Jenn, who was laying back on the bed, pulling at her nipples. Jenn had a strapon, as well, and the image struck Jake as oddly erotic.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there?" Jenn asked, breathlessly, "My fingers are getting tired and I really need a warm mouth to help out here."

The matter-of-factness jolted Jake out of his daze and he moved to the bed, quickly replacing Jenn's fingers with his lips and his own fingers as hers slid into his hair.

"Mmmm, that's nice, baby.. what took you so long?"

"Came.. as.. fast.. as.. I.. could.." Jake mumbled through Jenn's hard nipple pressed into his mouth.

"That's what she said.." giggle Sarah as she began to thrust back into Jenn, who cried out in pleasure. "C'mere, Jake.. take over for me."

Sarah slid out of Jenn, as she protested meekly and hurriedly helped Jake out of his pants, which were unceremoniously tossed across the floor. She grasped his rock-hard erection, sending shivers of pleasure through his body, and guiding him, lightly pulling, to Jenn's sopping wet pussy, and aimed the head right at her entrance. The harness for the strapon Jenn was wearing framed her lips, pouting them out, and the dildo stuck straight up.

Sarah moved behind Jake , still holding him, and guiding him inside Jenn. Jake could feel Sarah's strap-on slide against his leg, wet with juices, as she pressed up against him, hard nipples against his back, and pushed him inside Jenn. The sudden feeling of Jenn's warm, wet cunt surrounding him nearly sent him off immediately, and he used all his will to hold back as Sarah slide him in to the hilt.

Sarah step away, then climbed on the beg, straddling Jenn's chest. "Taste yourself, sweetie," she cooed, placing the dildo's tip at Jenn's lips, who opened up and readily began licking and sucking. Jake felt a little jealous, then almost smacked himself for thinking so - he was fucking her, not just getting a blowjob!

Getting some composure, Jake started to move his hips back and forth. Jenn was lost in herself. Sarah had been fucking her for the past 25 minutes, and kept backing off just before she came. She wrapped her legs around Jake, pulling him into herself. Her strap on was wagging around with each thrust, and kept slapping Jake across the stomach. Sarah had settled into a slow rhythm in and out of Jenn's mouth. Jenn encouraged Jake to speed up, who couldn't help himself at this point, anyway, and she felt her climax rise.

Jake heard Jenn moaning around the latex dick in her mouth, and felt her walls start to clench around his own dick. The need was so sudden, he couldn't hold back and without warning buried himself hard into Jenn, who cried out, Jake exploding inside her, sending her over the edge. Jenn locked her legs against Jake, pressing him against her strapon, which rubbed her clit more, sending her over once again. Sarah slid down Jenn's body and began to kiss her, their mouths crushing against each other, tongues dueling.

The three collapsed together on the bed, panting, skin light with sweat, air filled with sex, their hands caressing, exploring slowly, as they enjoyed the post euphoria.

"I thought I had a 1/2 hour," Jake joked.

"YOU gave yourself a half hour. We decided not to wait so long," Sarah giggled back.

"It's Sarah's fault, you know," Jenn chimed in, "She insisted on getting a little herself so she'd be nice a ready." Jenn grasped her strapon, stroking it a couple times to emphasize her point.

"Nothing like the real thing, though," Jake boasted.

"Well, I guess you'll have to be the judge of that," Sarah said coyly. Before Jake could think about it or reply, Sarah bent down, and flicked her tongue over his half-flaccid member, which responded in kind. Jenn reached up around his neck and brought him down for a slow, long kiss.

Sarah ran her tongue around the head of Jake's cock. Mmm.. it was better than a latex one in a few ways, but she wasn't going to say anything. The warmth, how she could get it to respond so quickly, tongue flicking along the underside of the head, and as it grew hard, sliding her lips over the top, so smooth, the mushroom shape letting her to slide over it, and lock her lips, and pull back a little without it slipping from her mouth. She smiled to herself as she heard Jake groan into Jenn's mouth, and began to lightly suck.

Jake's cock responded to Sarah's warm mouth, her tongue lightly flicking across the underside of the head. Jenn's fingers locked intertwined in his as they kissed, and guiding it over her body, their hands moving together, teasing her nipples, down over her stomach and then, Jake had forgotten, their hands reached her strapon. 

Sarah's eyes had been watching and as Jake's hand brushed along the latex dildo, she slide her mouth further down Jake's cock. Jenn, at the same time, kissed him harder, sucking his tongue into her mouth, kissing him roughly. Her hand over the back of Jake's, she slowly wrapped his hand around the dildo and began to stroke it. It was still wet from being inside Sarah, and their hands easily slide up and down its length.

Jake was perplexed, but the sensations from Sarah's mouth, and Jenn's kissing, he decided to just go with it.. it was just Jenn's hand stroking, anyway, and oh god, Sarah suddenly took him into her throat, and he could feel her nose pressed into his pubic hairs.

Jenn pulled away for a moment. She repositioned, putting her mound in front of Jake's face, then yanked at Sarah's legs until they were around her head. The three of them now in a triangle. Jake began to lick at Jenn's wet, hairless pussy, as she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. When he was fully engaged, she reached for his hand again, and wrapped it around her strapon.. when he let go of it, she pulled her pussy away a little and put his hand back on the dildo, then pressed her mound up against his face again.

Jake got the hint, and, already in a sexual haze from what Sarah was doing to him, gave in and wrapped his hand around the dick over his head. Looking up past it, Jenn was doing the same, slowly stroking Sarah's cock as she licked her shaved pussy.

Sarah worked down on Jake's cock, feeling him harden more at her touch. Running her tongue over him, she traced the bulging veins, feeling him squirm under her. She looked down, aching at Jenn's tongue as she parted her. Jenn's hand stroking the shaft of the dildo, pressing down with her stroke so it teased her exposed clit.

Sarah slowly swirled her tongue around Jake's engorged cock, down, sucking on his balls. She mimicked Jenn and Jake stroking the strapons, and ran her tongue down further. Jake jumped a bit when her tongue ran over his tight ass, but she stroked him a little quicker for a moment and he settled back into licking Jenn.

Jenn watched Sarah work, her own tongue between the folds of Sarah's inner lips, savoring her taste. Harder, she willed Sarah, watching as Sarah worked her tongue slowly into Jake's ass. Jenn was rewarded by Jake's tongue suddenly delving deeper into her, and he began to stroke her dildo faster, massaging her clit.

Jake was beyond reason with euphoria. Sarah's tongue was probing his ass, and her hand was slowly keeping his cock on edge. Jenn's pussy was leaking fragrant juices over his lips, soaking his cheeks. He was lost in a haze of sexuality when Jenn suddenly pulled away, rolling him over on his back. About to protest, she quickly slid his cock into her hot mound, easily taking him to the hilt.

She barely moved on top of him, keeping him frustrated, as Sarah stopped licking his ass and appeared above his head. Jenn opened her mouth and Sarah began to slowly face fuck her roommate, as Sarah's open lips beckoned to Jake, transfixed and stuck between Sarah's thighs.

"Mmm, " Sarah cooed, "Get it nice and wet, Jenn.. we want to make sure it's nice and lubed before going in that ass..."

Jake thrust upwards, remembering the last time, and the feeling of the dildo stroking his cock while he was inside Jenn. Jenn pressed down, keeping him from moving, as Sarah pulled the head from her lips, a string of saliva stretching out and dripping down.

Jenn leaned down, pressing all her weight onto Jake, kissing him roughly. Her hard nipples pressed into his chest and he tried to embrace her, but she grabbed his arms and pinned him to the bed. At the same time, he felt Sarah licking his ass and he darted his tongue into Jenn's mouth in response, anticipating the feeling of Sarah fucking her roomate's ass again against his rock hard dick.

In a split second, he became aware of the feeling of something pressing against is now open hole. Sarah's tongue work had loosened him and he realized she had her strapon pressed against his ass! He began to push up, but Jenn held him down.

"Now it's your turn baby," Jenn said, "I know you're going to love it."

Sarah grabbed one of his legs and felt her put it over her shoulder as she press against him. Jenn rotated her hips just as the head popped into him and he groan in pleasure. Jake felt his ass stretch slightly, lubed and already relaxed from the girls' licking. He felt the tip of the dildo resting at his entrance, keeping him open, and a mix of panic and lust swirled through his mind.

Jenn's tongue explored his mouth, and he tried to speak, "Wait.." came out mumbled, and he couldn't repress a groan of pleasure as Jenn tightened her pussy around his cock, squeezing, massaging it.

Jenn pulled her mouth from his for a moment, looking him in the eyes, "See, baby? Just relax and you'll be rewarded.." She squeezed his cock again to emphasize her point and felt Sarah press forward just a little bit at the same time. He couldn't help himself from moaning again, cutting off his protest, and then Jenn's mouth was on his again, her hands roaming his chest, rolling his nipples between her fingers.

Sarah pressed forward slowly, just an inch, then two disappearing inside Jake's stretched ass. She slowly pulled out, leaving the bulbous head of the dildo in, smiling at the skin rimming Jake's hole pulling at her. She then slid forward, and a little more disappeared into Jake before she felt resistance again. Slowly, back and forth she worked into his ass, a little deeper each time as his man pussy relaxed a little more.

Jake, pinned to the bed by Jenn could hardly move. Each time Sarah pulled back and slid back in, his hips were pulled back and forth, moving his cock slowly in and out Jenn's wet cunt. The dildo didn't hurt, but was slightly uncomfortable, unfamiliar. Each time , though, the pleasure along his cock overrode anything, as well as Jenn's hands pinching and pulling his nipples.

Sarah watched in pleasure as a little more of the strapon disappeared with her strokes.. it lightly grazing her clit each time maddeningly. She needed more contact, this was an excruciating tease, and she was getting wetter and more turned on just with the situation. And then suddenly on her next slow thrust, Jake's ass relaxed and she slid all the way forward, burying into the hilt, the harness pressing hard up against her clit and her stomach pressing up against Jenn's tight ass.

Jake groaned, feeling the dildo slid against his prostrate and feeling fuller than he imagined possible. He felt his ass spasm lightly, pulling at the cock in his ass, and he moaned again.

"MMMmm.. he likes it!" Sarah exclaimed, feeling Jake's ass pull at the dildo. She pulled all the way back, leaving just the head inside Jake, then slid forward again, burying her cock in him. Sarah began to quicken his pace, reveling in the feeling of the strapon's nubs pressing harder against her clit each time. Gripping Jake's hips, she started to fuck him harder and faster as she felt her orgasm begin to build.

Jake's hands gripped at the sheets as Sarah began to bare down on him. Each time she slammed into him, he was forced to thrust up into Jenn, who timed herself to press down against Jake. Faster and harder Sarah's pace became, sweat begin to coat all their bodies, Jake's cock sheathed inside Jenn. Jake felt like his cock kept growing and getting harder, and felt himself building towards his orgasm. His body shuddered each time Sarah pounded into him and Jenn slammed down. He could feel Jenn's wetness spilling down over his balls, down the crack of his ass, and felt it lubricate him even more.

Jake felt himself going over the edge and his ass began to spasm wildly, and he felt himself cumming, except he wasn't coming.. His cock was as hard as ever and he could tell in the haze of his mind that his cock was still waiting to explode. Gripping the sheets, his entire body was wracked with an orgasm that wasn't an orgasm.

Sarah noticed the different tension against the strapon. "He's coming Jenn! Yes, baby, feel me fucking that ass.. take it all!" She was so close, and then she was climaxing, her pussy convulsing, liquid running down her legs. She kept pumping away, and was quickly rewarded as a second orgasm overwhelmed her.

Jenn immediately started slamming down and riding Jake's full length. She could tell he was in the midst of a powerful assgasm, and wanted to double his pleasure. Gripping and ungripping her muscles with each stroke, she worked Jake's hard member for all it was worth. Jake, cresting with the sensations centered on hi prostrate suddenly felt the center move and his cock exploded, and he thrashed about, overcome by the sudden and violent pleasure he had never felt before. His cock and ass pulsing, he kept coming, and felt Jenn's pussy suddenly grip him tighter and begin to orgasm in waves.

Jenn suddenly stopped moving, her fingers digging into Jake's chest as her orgasm hit. Jake's cumm was already pouring out from her when she began to squirt, spraying up Jake's chest, and back, hitting Sarah, and coating everything around her.

Jenn collapsed on top of Jake, and their arms wrapped around each other. Jake was lost in a daze, near passing out, but he felt Sarah, still buried in him, lay on top of Jenn, all of them wrapped together.

Jenn slowly rolled off Jake, her cum covering both their bodies. She turned to kiss him, then pulled away, kissing Sarah deeply. Jake's cock, still semi-hard slid easily from her over lubricated cunt with a loud squelching. Licking and kissing, Jenn slurped up their mixed juices from Jake, working her way to his cock, which made him shudder, it being over sensitive after his thorough fucking.

Sarah moved slightly, and he was immediately reminded of the dildo still in his ass, and his cocked jumped a little. The girls giggled. "Told you that you'd like it," Sarah cooed, rocking back and forth slowly. The pleasure ran through Jake's body as Sarah slowly stroked in and out of him again. Short, back and forth strokes, gradually getting longer and even slower until suddenly the strapon popped from his ass.

Jake groaned, feeling empty, and Sarah giggled again. "Mm.. you're so stretched and open, baby.." she lustfully said, before leaning down and sticking her tongue into his open hole. Jake marveled.. it felt like her whole tongue was in his ass at least a couple inches and he shuddered, his ass gripping Sarah's tongue.

Jenn's sucking on his cock and Sarah's tongue exploring his open ass was too much, and Jake came once again.

The girls climbed into bed alongside him, and they cuddled up together.

As Jake drifted off, exhausted, Jenn licked his ear and whispered, "And we have so much more apologies we owe you..."



The Accident Ch. 02



Homecoming (chapter 2)

After several more weeks in the hospital, Chris was finally cleared to return home. The time in the hospital wasn't completely unpleasant. Brenda, his nurse, had come to see him everyday, even on her days off. All so she could suck and stroke his manhood then spread herself open for him. He enjoyed her thoroughly. Chris learned a lot about Brenda and a lot about how to control her through his thoughts. He had only to think something, then concentrate on it, hold that thought in his mind and she would do it. It did not matter what her limits were, she would push well beyond them if Chris gave Brenda the mental command. 

Chris tested this several other ways. Once on the male orderly, once on his doctor, several times on the other nurses. All small commands just to see if they would be obeyed and without exception they were. This was an entirely new world to explore and Chris was already planning how he wanted things to be from now on. He resolved that he would not use this for evil but he would use it to enrich his life and the lives of those he deemed worthy. The first seeds of his plan had already formed and were planted in his mind. He had always wanted a harem and knew that he could now have one. After reading books by John Norman about a society called Gor something had taken hold of him and that lifestyle was what he wanted. A Gorean male need not have just one slave, he could have as many as he could afford. Chris knew it was selfish and he knew society at large would consider it wrong but he also knew that there was a small minority who would embrace such a lifestyle. I will never force anyone into sexual slavery, he decided.

Each day when Brenda would come to wash him he would have her start by stroking his shaft slow and steady. Her soapy fingers would work the hardened phallus into a throbbing mass of heated flesh. Then she would massage his balls until his cock ached and the tip leaked pearlescent precum. At that point he had her use her exquisite tongue and soft lips upon his manhood, often thrusting up into her mouth, pushing into her throat and cutting off her breath. It was satisfying to Chris to hear her gasp, to know he controlled her completely. While she was sucking his cock he would listen to her thoughts and he knew how much she loved being submissive in this manner, how freeing it was for her to give up the control to someone else and simply be an object of desire. Often, while she was enjoying her submission, Chris would have her strip naked, listening to her take her clothes off, then she would climb up on the narrow hospital bed with him. Brenda would ride his turgid member until he decided to cum though that was always after he had ordered her to orgasm several times. On a whim he even decided to take her ass and she willingly gave it to him. He could see in her mind that she had done it before but not truly enjoyed it so he changed that, making sure she loved it with him.

When it came time for him to leave Brenda was distraught but Chris reassured her, telling her she could come visit him at his mother's and that she could be his home nurse. He then released his mental hold on their daily visits and he could feel her heart lighten. Brenda did not feel guilty about not being able to see her favorite patient every day. This made Chris smile and he knew that she would never stop at his mother's house even if she claimed she would. She pushed him slowly out of the hospital in one of the many wheelchairs, his sister walking beside him, his mother having pulled the car around the ER entrance to pick him up. Brenda gave Chris a long hug and he finally could make out some of her features, his eyes were starting to be able to focus though most sights were still very blurry.

"Wow Brenda," he smiled up at her as she pulled away from the hug," you're really very pretty."

"Thank you Chris," she blushed profusely and slipped her number into his hand as she helped him into the front seat of his mom's small SUV. Then Brenda turned and wheeled the chair away rapidly, as if she were too afraid to stay. She didn't look back.

"All set sweetie?" Laura asked her son, putting his sunglasses in his hand.

"Yep, I'm ready," he nodded his head and slipped the glasses on, "Let's go home."

The car ride went by quickly and in silence, the trio just enjoying being near one another again, finding comfort in a return to semi-normalcy. They pulled into the driveway and Laura killed the engine then told Chris to wait while she came around to help him.

"I'll help him mom," his sister, Tina, volunteered.

"Ok," Laura said, "Are you sure? You're brother's much bigger than you."

"Pfft, it'll be fine mom. You worry too much."

Tina opened the car door and took hold of his hand, her fingers were cool and thin, his hand easily swallowing hers up. He laughed gently.

"Whats so funny?" Tina asked.

"I forgot how tiny you are," he smiled at her, seeing the outline of her face and some of her features but it was all still fuzzy.

She smiled back, he could see the white gleam of her perfect teeth," Yeah, yeah I know. Tiny Tina. But just remember, though I be but wee I am mighty."

"Yes ma'am," he mocked her but with no malice in it.

"C'mon cripple, lets get you inside," they both laughed and she guided him into the house.

They entered through the front door and into the living room of their small ranch home. The modest income from the yoga studio was never going to provide for one of those huge mcmansions like the ones in the next development over but their home was warm, dry and cozy. What it lacked in size it made up for in character. Tina led him to the couch and plopped him down in the middle of it then turned on the TV and handed him the remote as she went into the kitchen to help their mother make a late lunch.

Well what the hell am I supposed to do with this? he thought as he held the remote. Its not like I can watch the TV or anything. Tina is such a ditz sometimes, he sighed. So he laid down on the couch and closed his eyes. Daydreaming briefly about Brenda and the way she would roll her hips lasciviously as she rode him. But then something odd happened, Brenda's body morphed into a smaller form and the blurry details of her face became sharp and clear. Even in his dream he gasped, it was Tina's face. His sister was bouncing madly up and down on his thick cock and because of that, because of who it was it made him even harder. He moaned in his sleep and writhed on the couch. Then he came suddenly awake as he felt someone shaking him.

"Chris! Are you ok?" it was Tina's voice, full of concern and a tinge of fear.

"Yeah," he said, shaking off the fog of the dream," Yeah I'm ok. Bad dream."

She didn't say anything and as he looked up at her he could tell where she was looking. Tina's eyes must be locked on my groin. He knew she could see the outline of his swollen cock through the thin fabric of the warm up pants he was wearing. (His cock is huge. My brother is super hung) Chris could hear her thoughts and was careful to keep his face neutral as he listened to her (Food, the food is ready)

"C'mon,"she said as she turned away, "Lunch is ready." She took his hand without looking and helped him up then led him to the kitchen, her posture rigid. (Why am I getting wet from just staring at his cock? What is wrong with me? Thats my brother! Ewww!)

Chris couldn't help but laugh somewhat. "Sorry Tina," he said, "Um I think I may have been slightly...excited."

"Yeah, I saw that. I mean I wasn't staring but it was just so obvious ya know?" she said nervously.

"Its ok. Its my fault," he said soothingly and with that he stepped quickly closer to her and gave her a gentle hug, pulling her back to him and sliding his arms around her while simultaneously moving his hips forward so she could feel his large dick press into her back as he thought, You love your brother's cock. You want to see it and touch it. You want to lick, kiss and suck it and then you want to fuck it hard and fast. You want to be your brother's slut. He concentrated hard on these thoughts as he held her and he could feel her melt against him and moan softly as the mental commands took hold. She pushed her small, muscled ass back into him and gently began to grind against him. ( I want to be my brother's slut... I want to fuck him so bad..)

"Later my sweet slut sister," he whispered to her. "We have plenty of time after mom goes to bed." He let go of her and she took his hand again to lead him around the corner and into the kitchen, helping him to sit down at the table. His mother took one side, his sister the other. Their dinner conversation was full of light and laughter and he enjoyed the company of the two women in his life but all the while he was planning how his night would go with his sister.

Why am I even thinking about this? part of him wondered. It is my sister. It's wrong isn't it? Shouldn't I be disgusted by it? Why aren't I then? There's something wrong with me. There must be... but another part of him , the dark controlling part that was slowly growing within him... Its fine. Take her. Make her your slut. Start with your sister, then move to your mother... This thought caught him by surprise but he gazed over at his mother and saw her in a different light. Not as a mother but as a woman. A beautiful, vibrant, sexy woman. Instantly he was hard again and he knew that he wanted her as well. He wanted her as his sex slave the way he would have Tina. The way he'd had the nurse, Brenda. Yes. I want her to be my slave. Chris knew then that he was going to end up fucking his sister and his mother. He also knew that he could use this power on any woman. Don't forget, power corrupts. Be careful. Though this thought set him back a moment he knew it wouldn't stop him.

But I won't force it. I won't make them into my slaves. I will listen to their thoughts and study them and see if they will enjoy submission to me. He smiled to his mother and sister as they began to eat lunch. Chris pondered upon how best to find out what they liked or didn't like. Perhaps just listen to their thoughts? They must have private moments and he would just have to wait for one.

His first opportunity came later that evening as he was laying in bed he was thinking about his sister, visualizing her in her room and he found that he could focus on her mind without actually seeing her. He had only to visualize her and instantly he was attuned to her. It made him smile a wicked but pleased little smile. Tina was laying in her bed and lightly running her hands over her firm young breasts, stroking them tenderly. The feathery soft touches made her nipples harden to fine points and her pink pussy lips swell ever so slightly, growing damp with arousal. 

It amazed Chris that he could see what she was doing just by 'seeing' her thoughts. This is amazing. I can see into her mind, see what she is thinking and doing at the same time. Tina was fantasizing about a strong man, a much larger man than she, holding her down and having his way with her. The man did not seem to have a face or any distinguishing features but he was most definitely taking her. She was allowing herself to be used hard, the man rutting into her like a wild beast. Her legs were loosely wrapped around the man's waist as he pounded her tiny cunt violently before flipping her over onto her knees, her face pressed into the bed as he entered her from behind. Yesssssss, she thought, fuck that tight little cunt, make me your dirty slut!

The smile on Chris's face grew even larger. He knew then and there that his sister would be submissive to him with only a little coaxing. Once he helped ease her past the taboo of incest she would be a wanton slut, the first true harem girl. As he played voyeur to her fantasy he began to alter the image in her mind, giving the face a shape, making it gradually come to resemble his own face until her mind took over and solidified the image. He felt Tina gasp but she was already too far gone in her fantasy, to her mind's eye he was towering over her, his hands were holding her hips firmly as he thrust in and out of her wet depths. Her face was half turned, looking back at him, watching his abs ripple as he slammed forward, fucking her hard, the way she loved. Tina orgasmed harder than she ever had, actually spraying her juices across her sheets and moaning Chris's name while doing it. Immediately after her mind was in turmoil, alternately aroused and disgusted so Chris soothed her fears, helping her to believe it was ok that if anyone should be in her fantasies it was her brother who would always love her. Chris decided to take a small risk and suggest to her that she walk into the bathroom while he was showering and offer to help him wash sometime very soon. It would be fine since he still could not see 100 percent yet and therefore wouldn't be able to see her nakedness. Chris held onto that thought and kept it firmly in her mind until she accepted it and made it her own. Then he removed himself from his sister's sleepy brain and closed his eyes, exhausted after all that but excited for the morning.

The next morning Chris woke early to the humming of his mother downstairs in the kitchen. It wasn't that she was humming loudly only that by focusing on the soft sound he could hear it became much louder, he could even hear the song in his mother's head. It was an oldie by his standards but one that she dearly loved. The name of it escaped him at the moment and he was still foggy with sleep. His blurry vision allowed him to see some of his room, mostly colors and shapes but not fine details. It was enough to allow him to get to the bathroom on his own and relieve himself then prepare for his first shower at home since the accident. It took him a moment or two of fiddling with the shower knobs to find the right temperature before flipping the nozzle to activate the shower head. He stripped out of his boxers and got into the hot water, enjoying the feeling of it. Damn, it really is good to be home. I have to remember to never take this for granted again.

The door to the bathroom opened and he knew it was his sister entering. Chris decided to play dumb and see how well his suggestion worked on his sister.

"Uh, hello?" he called out.

"Hey Chris," Tina replied, he could hear the nervousness in her voice.

"Oh hey Tina," he said and smiled behind the frosted glass shower door. The walk in shower was a nice feature his mother had installed with part of the divorce money his father had had to pay out. The floor and walls were tiled with a dark stone and the faucet, the multiple shower heads, and the fixtures were all expensive but tasteful. "You know I'm naked in here right?"

He heard her laugh, a soft but happy sound, "Yeah I know but its no big deal. I've seen you naked before and besides I thought maybe you could use my help with washing and whatnot since you can't really see that well."

"Well," he paused , mind racing as he tried to think of what to say, "I mean I can't find the soap so it would be awesome if you would help me out." Can't find the soap? Ugh, you idiot, it's not like it's moved. He heard the rustling of her clothes then heard them hit the floor. Chris really was appreciating how attuned his ears had become to every sound. A second later the shower door opened and his naked sister got into the shower stall with him. He could see that she was definitely naked but to his chagrin he really couldn't make out any of the details and since her mind was full of the vision of him it made no difference. He sighed.

"Whats the matter?" she asked quietly. "Can you see me??!!"

"No, not really. I just see a pink and pale blur," he smiled to her as he told her the truth. He could feel the relief flood through her and something else. It felt like the beginnings of desire as she stared at his manhood and admired it. Chris could feel her excitement stirring.

"That's good. I mean I can see all of you but its no big deal like I said," she smiled, he could see the white of her teeth. Then she leaned to the side and picked up what he assumed to be the soap. "Turn around I will wash your back for you."

"Ok," he said laconically and turned, feeling the water hit his chest and warm it. Her soft, soapy hands ran up and down his back, washing and massaging at the same time. She started at his neck then moved to his shoulders, growing bolder as she moved ever downwards, her hands trembled slightly as she neared his ass but she didn't stop. "Did mom leave for work already," he asked her in a soft, soothing voice.

"Yes I heard the door close and her car pull out before I came in to see if you wanted my help," he voice was breathy and tight, her mind was ablaze with the suggestion of the night before and her memory of the fantasy she had. He gave her a mental nudge, making her think of his cock and her mind latched onto it. "Turn around Chris, I'll do your front too,"she half whispered, her voice choked and small. Chris turned and looked into her mind, probing deeper, and adding more images of himself in her fantasies, quickly making her brain accept the thought that she should be his sex slave, that she truly wanted it.. She was already thinking of how she wanted him to dominate her. It wasn't hard for Chris to push that thought to the utmost, to make it so that it was true.

It's working he thought elatedly. She's really doing it. She's really going to be mine! She's so hot and so sexy I never truly realized it before! But now... oh dear sister I'm going to enjoy you and make sure you enjoy me. This will be good for both of us...and best of all, I didn't have to force this on you.

Her hands moved up his chest, washing his pecs, teasing his nipples in slow circles. All the while he remained silent, focusing on her thoughts making her think of him as her Master. He focused on the thought of himself as a man of Gor as a Master of many females, his sister included. He put the image in her mind of her stroking his cock, then sucking it, then finally fucking him in the shower. Little by little her hands moved downwards until she reached his waist. Chris had a rampant hardon now and he ached for her to stroke the shaft.

"Tina?" he whispered, his voice harsh even to his own ears, "Are you going to wash my cock?" He felt her mind erupt in turmoil and knew he had said the wrong thing. Before she could move or say anything he took her wrists firmly in his strong hands and stepped forward, pinning her to the shower wall, her ass pressed against the stone tiles. He moved his weight into her form and held her powerless there. Then he guided her slippery hands to his cock , placing one on his shaft, the other on his balls as he commanded her in a low, firm voice," Tina, stroke your brother's cock." She moaned and trembled against him but slowly obeyed, her tiny hands not as skilled as Brenda's but much more eager.

"You're going to help me in the shower every day from now on," he continued in the same commanding tone. "You're going to be my slut Tina and I'm going to be your Master. I'm going to teach you to pleasure me and I'm going to use you as I please." Tina said nothing, merely moaned again in acceptance , her hips began to writhe to his and she angled his cock against her bare pussy. He was mildly surprised to find that she was entirely smooth between her legs, not a single hair brushed against his cock head. She kept stroking him as she ground her wet cunt down on his cockhead, rolling her hips overtop of it and displaying her need.

"Tell me that you're my slut," he hissed at her.

"Oh fuck," she panted and moaned again, "I'm your slut Chris. I'll do whatever you want... Master" she whispered the last word and he knew that he had her then. He could feel the taboo of incest break as he helped to push it into lust and far away from disgust. 




The Accident Ch. 02



"Turn around slut and bend over."

She hurried to comply, releasing his cock as he stepped back into the water, letting the warm jets wash him of soap. He semi saw her bend forward and present her ass and pussy to him, her hands rested on the shower wall. He wished then that his eyes were better, to remember this moment clearly in his mind, but as he stepped forward and teased against her pussy he no longer cared. All that mattered was that this girl would be his. His sister would be his first harem girl.

"You need your Master to fuck you don't you slut?" he growled to her as he gripped her hair and pulled back on it. Her body bowed to follow her head and she moaned loudly, a primal, needy sound.

"Yes Master yes!" she pushed back to his cock but he would not give it to her yet.

"Beg for it my sister. Beg for your brother to fuck your wet pussy."

"Please, oh fuck please," she begged and whined while she ground her hips back to the tip of his cock, desperately seeking it. "Please fuck me Master. Fuck your slut sister. I need my brother's cock so bad!"

He grinned and pulled her back harder as he thrust forward and buried his shaft into her waiting hole. It was hot and soaken wet, much hotter and wetter than Brenda had been. Chris groaned from the exquisite pleasure of being inside his sister. His mental domination of her had worked like a charm and now he was just going to enjoy it. 

His new slut was a wild woman and she rammed herself wantonly back on his cock. It was not so much that he was fucking her as she was fucking him. He held onto her hair and her narrow hips and enjoyed the ride as her pussy sucked him in deep and gripped him. The sweet little hole was incredibly tight and pulled as his manhood each time she rocked her hips.

"Thats it Tina," he panted between thrusts," squeeze that cock with your pussy, milk it and make your Master cum hard" he commanded her and released her hip in favor of smacking her young ass. He hit it hard each time their hips separated and each strike elicited a low moan of pleasure from his sister. 

"Master I need to cum. Please, please, please let your slut sister cum!"she begged.

"Do it slut, cum for your Master. Cum now!" as he gave the command she cried out, the sound echoing in the shower as she sprayed her juices all over his balls and thighs. Her orgasm triggered his and he came hard with her, letting out a roar of pleasure as he emptied his balls into his sister's cunt, marking and claiming it as his property. He yanked back on her hair and pulled her up even more then leaned in to kiss her hard. Their tongues played over one another as they kept rolling their hips together, his slut instinctively wanting all her brother-Master's cum. Then he stopped, he broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes, putting his will behind his words as he said, "You are mine. My sister, my slut, the first girl in my harem. You will serve me anyway I want and you will serve me well. You will not be jealous but you will be needy. You will always want to pleasure me and you will always put my needs first. You understand this my slut?"

Tina shivered as her will acquiesced to her sexy brother-Master, "Yes Master" she replied meekly. 

"One more thing," he smiled and kissed her again, "Don't call me Master unless we are alone or with other's in the harem."

She smiled back," Yes my Master." Then she giggled and drew him down into another hot and wet kiss.



The Accident Ch. 02



Nancy pulled on my shaft and soon the head was pressing into that little beckoning hole. The heat, the tightness, and the feel of her muscles drawing me deeper just about made me cum before I was half way in. I stopped pressing in, hoping to hold off. Nancy had other ideas, and with a groan, shoved backwards, onto my shaft.

Fully imbedded in her ass, I was fighting my orgasm, wanting to savor this feeling for a bit yet. It was a battle of wills almost, as Nancy was trying to push and pull on my shaft and I was just moving with her, trying to keep still for a moment.

"FUCK ME. YOU FUCKER. FUCK MY ASS. Come on John...Take my ass. Make me your bitch."

At first she shook me up as she was almost yelling at me. That was just enough to keep me from cumming too soon. As she calmed down and spoke a bit quieter, I began to thrust in and out of her hot and oh-so-tight hole. Nancy was crying and moaning, trying to make me go faster, harder, and in full thrusts. I was trying for shorter thrust, and also to be gentle.

It became obvious, even to me, that she wanted me to ram her ass and pile drive her into submission. So, after realizing that I would hold off for a bit in my orgasm, I began to give her what she wanted.

"You want me to fuck your ass Nancy? Huh Bitch? You want me to ram my cock into your tight little asshole bitch?"

"YES. Take me. Make me your bitch. Yes...fuck my ass. Take me. Uh...oh...yessss."

I rammed in and out of her harder and faster, as she moaned louder and then began to cry out. Her orgasm was overtaking her, and I was getting close myself. 

With a few hard thrusts I began to cum, and as my hot white seed shot into her tightness, she groaned and pushed back hard on my shaft. Reaching around, I pulled and pinched on her nipples as she began to shake underneath me. Just as she really got into her orgasm, I finished mine, and began to thrust in and out harder and faster. Nancy was almost screaming in her need, and I was trying to meet her demands.

"FUCK...ME..HARDER...HARDER. OH YESSSS...I'M YOURS...I'M YOUR B-B-BITCH."

I was going as fast as I could and her ass muscles were just about to squeeze my cock off, she was gripping me so tight. For a second I was worried about her actually doing some damage, but then she shot over her plateau, and collapsed under me.

I stayed with her as she sprawled out, and then, after catching my breath, I rolled to one side. She looked into my eyes.

"First time my ass. You've done this before. Man, I am your bitch forever now. God...you were wonderful."

"No, really, your ass is the first ass I have ever fucked. It was...amazing."

"Damn John. Your cock is just right for taking me and making me shake the world. Oh baby...I am glad I met you."

I was uncomfortable with her praise and after some thought I began to wonder why the most intense sexual experience of my life was causing me to have second thoughts. We lay around for a bit, then showered, where Nancy showed me her genuine gratitude by sucking my cock and swallowing my whole load. Then I left for home.

The next day I was having all sorts of doubts about me, about Nancy and about where and what I was doing here. I felt guilty for having gone to bed with a woman. A sexy and beautiful woman that wasn't my wife. I had to face the facts...I still loved my wife. Like it or not, that great sex had made me feel like a lousy excuse of a man. It had changed nothing other than to make me aware that I felt no revenge, no satisfaction.

I avoided any place where I might run into Nancy for a few days, before I realized that I at least owed her an explanation. I called her up and made a dinner date. It was a rough date for me. After I started to talk to her about how I was feeling, she had begun to cry. I felt bad, now having hurt someone I liked...and I felt like I had used her.

As she left, refusing my offer of a ride home, I felt doubly bad. She had been hurt, and I hadn't been able to handle this whole thing very well. Kicking myself, I stood up to go pay the bill. Just as I turned, I was shocked to see Sue sitting at a table fairly close to where Nancy and I had been. She had a stricken look and wouldn't make eye contact with me at all.

I almost ran from the restaurant, now having all kinds of guilt feelings deep inside. My wife had seen me with another woman. I had hurt that woman in a most serious way. I hated myself. I hated Sue too. If she had remained faithful, none of this would ever have happened. 

The next few weeks were hell for me. Sue wasn't answering her phone, work went to hell, and at night sitting alone in my apartment, I was driving myself crazy. Beating myself up over how things with Nancy had turned out, and wondering about Sue.

I was still so angry over her cheating on me I would feel the muscles in my back and neck tense every time I would remember that night in the ER. Muscles demanding that I do something very...physical to one person. Mr. Samuels. I had to watch myself constantly for going out to find that asshole and doing something that would really mess up my life. 

Headaches began to haunt me, probably from the tension I was suffering. Each day became a nightmare. Me, alone, against the world. I hated my life, and the reason I had come to this life too. I finally ended up having to go into a doctor for the headaches. He listened to my reasoning for the tension, then after giving me a prescription for some muscle relaxants, also told me to go see another doctor. A shrink.

All I knew was I was in pain and needed to do something. I went to the shrink who began my long journey back to the living. Three months after that, I was feeling better, and actually able to put some of the pain behind. Then, the test came.

I arrived at my apartment one night, after a long hard day at work, and saw Sue's car sitting in front. Walking into the front yard, she got out and ran to catch up to me.

"John...we need to talk. We can't go on like this. I...I need you. I want you home with me. Either that or we need to call it quits."

Stunned I stood there, keys in my hand and unable to think of a single thing to say. I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her close to me. I had missed her so much. Yet, I also wanted to slap her silly for having done what she had done to us too.

"All right. Lets talk. Come on in. I'll make some coffee."

Sue looked at me uncertainly. I could see she was wary of my possibly getting physical with her and maybe hurting her too. I shrugged and just opened the front door. Holding it open for her, until she finally made up her mind and walked past me, into my apartment.

"Look, I know that I hurt you...too much. I've seen you around, seen how you have looked and acted. You have to believe that I am truly sorry about all this. John...I still love you. I know about that...that..."

"Her name is Nancy. We are no longer an item. The day you saw us together in the restaurant was the day I told her that I couldn't see her anymore."

"What?"

"You saw her leave. She was in tears. Do you think that I had asked her to move in with me or perhaps marry me? Her tears were because I broke it off with her before she really got hurt. It hurt me too. All I could think about...We had sex...and..."

The words were getting harder and harder to say out loud. Sue's face showed a mix of anger and sorrow. A sadness that I had never seen in her eyes. The more I tried to explain, the worse it got, for both of us.

"So...you're saying it's over between us too John? Is that it?"

"No. I'm not saying it's over between us Sue. I don't know what is between us, and I don't know what to do. I love you, yet I hate you in the same breath. I have never felt this way and it has caused me to lose sleep, and also to have to go see a shrink."

"A shrink? You? God, you're seeing a shrink over all of this too?"

"What do you mean...too?"

"I've been going to a shrink... too. I saw that what I had done to you...to us...was not a normal act of a loving wife. I figured out that I needed to see what had caused my lapse other than some schoolgirl need to be complimented. It had to be more than that."

"So...we're both seeing shrinks. How have your visits gone?"

"I've found out some things. I at least know part of why I did what I did. I'm not excusing myself mind you...but I know how I let it all happen at least. How to...not act on those type of feelings again."

"Yeah? Well, I'm not having any breakthroughs...but I have been learning how to cope. It hasn't been easy."

I poured Sue some coffee and we both sat at the kitchen table and for the first time, logically and calmly discussed our whole problem. We didn't arrive at any solutions other than we would talk and keep talking for a while. As she left that night, I reflexively reached out and hugged her close to me. Feeling her heart beating wildly as I held her close. Too close.

Breaking away, she looked into my eyes with an unfathomable something...and then turned and walked quickly away. I stood at the door for quite some time, thinking. Why I had hugged her was something I couldn't explain. I had needed that hug though. I really had needed that hug.

That night I had a wet dream. A schoolboy, full fledged wet dream. I had to actually change my sheets in the middle of the night. All I could remember was that it involved Sue and me. Having some of the hottest sex we had ever had. The next morning I felt drained, but like I had a future after all. For the first time in a long time, I was thinking of the future in not so bleak terms.

Sue and I continued to meet roughly three times a week, and slowly but surely, a bond had been re-established between us. It was a different type of bond now, but we were still drawn together. One night, after we had actually joked and kidded each other quite a bit, I mentioned how nice it would be to be living together again someday. 

Sue looked at me with a longing and deeply disturbing gaze and said the same thing...only with more of a meaning to it than I had delivered.

"I'd really like to be together with you again John. Fully and completely. I don't want to lose you again. Ever."

I sat there like a big dummy, not sure of what I should or even could do next. Sue left right after that statement and I spent the rest of the night unable to sleep. Deep down I wanted to be with her and have her be my wife again. Deep down I was also fearful of being hurt by her too. I could see that I still had some very deep issues with her having cheated on me. Very deep issues.

I wondered at times what she had been thinking every time she had been with that asshole. I wondered if we got back together, would I be able to put that behind me? Would I always be wondering if I was being compared in some way? The more I thought about it the more questions began to come up. I realized that I was not yet ready to reconcile with Sue. Not quite yet. 



The Accident Ch. 03



John and I had been happily married for quite some time when I realized that I was getting bored staying at home. I felt that I needed to get a job so I could get out of the house more, and meet new people. After long discussions on the matter, John finally agreed that I could get a job. His belief was that I didn't need to work so why should I? 

I started to work with the company and grew to love my job. I was meeting new people, and learning new things constantly. Eventually, I moved up to a place of importance. I knew that my looks had something to do with that, as most of the upper management were males who at times could be real hound-dogs.

I was so excited when I got my last promotion. John was actually happy for me, and the extra money was going to savings, so we were financially quite well off. Then Mr. Samuels got transferred here. The first day I met him I felt something deep inside. He had a magnetic aura about him that made most women either talk like giddy school girls or just about drool over him.

The weird part was, he was a bit over weight, and definitely not a movie star quality type of guy. Yet, for some reason, all the women in the office found him to be quite attractive. Perhaps it was how he treated and also talked to women. He was one of those guys that women seem to instinctively trust. Funny, intelligent, and somewhat a bad boy at times too.

Then, one night we had a meeting with a client. At dinner that client was hitting on me. I am used to that, having dealt with some clients before who had tried to bed me as 'part of the contract' but I had handled them all well, got the contract signed and not given up anything other than some time.

This night was different. First the client was pushy and more demanding. Secondly, we had been drinking a bit, and usually I would just have water, but as I said, with the pushy client, I had to have a few drinks too. 

To be honest, all the flirting had my heart all aflutter. It had been a long time since any man had paid attention to me like this client was. Bill, (Mr. Samuels) even picked up on the flirting and soon I was getting it from both sides. I felt like a Goddess or actually, a very attractive woman. 

As the night went on the guys kept up the flirting and by the time we said good night to the client I had been getting on edge. I could feel a certain heat inside me that had all to do with sexuality and desire. As we headed back to the office, Bill kept up the banter and once we got to the parking lot I was on fire. Bill ran around and got my door for me before I could do it myself. 

As he held the door, I turned my head up to thank him for being such a gentleman. Our faces were just a scant few inches apart. Suddenly, our lips touched and we were kissing. I was hotter than I had been for a long time. I really needed to do something soon or I was going to burst.

Bill took my hand and led me into the building, kissing me and then, to add to the fire already burning inside, caressing my breasts through my dress. By the time we got to his office, I had no thoughts about anything but fucking this man. 

I stood in his office, and did a slow sexy strip. When I was naked...well except for my stockings, heels, and garter belt, I sat on Bill's desk and began to play with myself. Shamelessly playing with my pussy, sliding my fingers between my pussy lips, then plunging them deeply into my hole. Bill, who had stripped down to his boxers, sat on his chair and got right between my legs. 

Soon, I felt his hands on my thighs, caressing me. Then, hot breath as his face got closer and closer to my now very wet pussy. The next thing I knew, Bill was roughly shoving fingers in and out of my pussy, and then his mouth was sucking on my tender clit.

I was so close to cumming I just took my legs and spread them as wide as I could to give Bill full access to me. His tongue would dive deeply inside my pussy, then slip out to lick around my hole. Soon, his tongue was dipping lower, and just as I began to orgasm, I felt the tip of his tongue on my little asshole. The feelings that shot through me with the knowledge that his tongue was there...in that spot, drove me into an orgasm like I had never had before. As his tongue left my asshole, his fingers invaded.

As I came down, Bill stood up and dropped his shorts. I gasped. His cock was the biggest thing I had ever seen on a man before in my life. I stared at it as he walked around to the side of the desk. Turning my head to follow that bouncing shaft, the head of it ended up right on my lips. Bill was facing my head, but kind of parallel to my body. His fingers on one hand went to my wet pussy, and began to fuck in and out of me. 

Soon I moaned as I felt the stirrings of need building again. The next thing I knew...his cock was between my lips and pushing deeper and deeper. He was past the most I had ever been able to take from John, and more was still working into my mouth. He stopped for a bit, and pulled out, just the head between my lips. 

Fingers found my nipples and began to pinch and tug at them. That combined with the fingers in my pussy soon had me moaning some more. As my lips parted, relaxing on that large head, he slipped it deeper into my mouth. This pattern kept up for a while, until at one point, I realized that his balls were rubbing across my eye sockets as he thrust forward. My throat had opened up with me never exactly knowing when or how.

As he literally fucked my throat, I began to get hotter and hotter. I was taking his monster cock all the way into my mouth, and down my throat. I was deep throating a huge cock like a pro. Excited beyond belief, I really started to work at giving Bill the best head I had ever given any man. 

Bill pulled out of my sucking lips with a pop and moved around to stand between my wide spread legs. Taking his cock in one hand, he rubbed that plum shaped head up and down my pussy lips, making me beg for him to fuck me. He teased and teased me with his hard cock.

Finally he moved to push his cock into me. I moaned and reaching around grabbed his hips and pulled him hard into me. This caused his whole cock to drive into the depths of my pussy. I began to orgasm, and kept orgasming on each stroke of his huge shaft into me. 

He fucked me...I mean really fucked me hard. I held onto his hips and rode that shaft like it was the last cock on earth. I came and came as Bill worked up to his orgasm. Then, he drove deep into me, his pubic bone crushing against mine. I soon felt his fiery hot cum flooding my womb. My last orgasm was as intense as my first and I came with him.

After a little rest, I was just looking at his cock and began to get hot all over again. I think it was the difference, and the newness of it all. That and the illicit nature of this whole act. Soon I began to suck on his shaft, bringing it to full steely hardness in a matter of minutes. Bill fucked me again on his desk, my legs hanging to the sides, right off the corner of it. 

His hands cupped my breasts and squeezed and pulled on them as he rammed in and out. I came twice more as he just rutted with me. After yet another rest, I was walking back from the bathroom and cleaning up a bit. Still naked, I stopped by the couch. Bill walked up to me and kissed me. The next thing I knew, I was bent over the back of his couch and his long hard shaft was filling me for the third time that night.

As he fucked me this time, he began to work fingers into my asshole. The touch combined with the pressure of his fingers against his cock in my pussy drove me higher and higher. As I came I realized that he had three fingers all the way buried in my asshole, and I liked the feeling. Yes, it hurt a bit at first, but now it...well, as they say...hurt so good.

By the time he came in my pussy, I almost wanted to beg him to fuck my ass too. He came before I could say that, as my orgasm...hell, multiple orgasms were keeping me from coherent language. I collapsed on his couch back as he pulled his cock out first, then oh-so-slowly his fingers out of my asshole.

I could feel cool air flooding my ass as it slowly shut from the invasion of those three fingers. I closed my eyes, letting my post orgasm flow over me. Bill bent down and kissed me thoroughly. Getting dressed, I knew that Bill and I had just had some great sex, but most of the greatness had been because of the newness between us. Had we been lovers, it would not have been quite so good I thought.

I got in my car and drove home. Sitting at a stoplight what I had just done with Bill hit me like a ton of bricks. I had just cheated on my husband. The one man I truly loved in the entire world. I knew that if John found out the pain it would cause him would be too much to bear. I sat there through two or maybe even more green lights, crying. 

My guilt didn't go away the next day either. I struggled with telling John that morning. Then I decided to wait until that evening. By that evening, I had chickened out telling him at all. I had nightmares for several nights after that. I felt so sad and so low. How could I have let myself go like that? How would I ever be able to face Bill again? How could I sit there at home, and talk to John like nothing had happened?

For the next few weeks I was quiet around work, and never let myself be alone with Bill or any other man for that matter. I didn't trust myself. I didn't trust any man there either. I was driving myself crazy with guilt and the pain of what I had done to my husband. John, so innocent, was hugging me close every night, kissing me, holding me, doing everything he always had done for me. And I had stabbed him in the back.

Guilt also surrounded my thoughts of that one night of hot sex too. I couldn't help myself. I could still feel Bill's huge cock stroking deep inside my pussy. I could feel his scalding hot cum flooding my womb. I had dreams of that sex too. When I did, I'd feel even guiltier the next day. I was surprised that John hadn't seen through it all yet.

Then, one night I had to work over with a client. Bill had stayed too. We got the papers signed and this client offered us a drink. Bill accepted for both of us before I could decline and I found myself having a couple drinks with some flirting men again.

Bill drove me towards the office and once there I got out of the car with the intent to run to my car. Bill cut me off and taking me in his arms kissed me thoroughly. I broke away, breathing hard, feeling my nipples betraying me. They were getting hard.

"No...we can't Bill. It isn't right."

"But Sue...you loved the other night and so did I. I have to have you again. Please."

"I..."

Before I could say anything, his lips covered mine and his tongue shoved into my mouth. He kept up with this kiss as I struggled with him. Then, something inside me just quit. I opened my lips more and pulled him closer to me. 

He picked me up and carried me back to his car. Setting me down long enough to let me sit in the passengers seat, he closed the door and ran to the other side. Climbing in, he began to caress my shoulder, then my chest, then between my legs. 

I'm ashamed to say, I pulled up my dress and spread my legs as wide as I could in that car, and gave him full access to my now very wet pussy. We drove to a local motel where Bill got us a room. Once inside, he stripped my dress off, and then my bra and thong. Standing in my stockings and heels, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. Laying me on it, he knelt between my wide spread legs and began to lick and suck on my pussy. I was on fire.

"Oh...Bill...yesss...lick me...oh yes...lick me."

I was running my fingers through his hair as he brought me to my first orgasm that night. He kept on eating me out, licking my asshole once in a while, and then fingering both of my holes. Soon, he had me on edge and ready to fall into my second orgasm. 

As he pulled away I cried out. Wanting him to keep going. He had other ideas. He moved around until he was straddling my head, and in a classic sixty-nine, he began to lick and suck on my pussy again. I found the head of his cock and plunged it between my lips, sucking like a vacuum. 

As he ate me I blew him. Once again, slowly, bit by bit, he worked more and more of his shaft into my mouth. This time I felt my throat opening up, and as I relaxed it as best I could, he began to pump his cock in and out of me. Feeling that hot hard shaft slipping between my lips, and bumping around in my throat was making me hotter and hotter. 

Bill now had two fingers in my asshole and two in my pussy. His lips were around my little clit and he was sucking it out, pulling on it and then squishing his lips tightly around it. I didn't know it at the time, but his actions were causing my clit to extend out like a little cock. It was out quite a ways at that point, he told me later.

I was going nuts. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him all the way into my mouth and down my throat. His balls hit my nose and I just reveled in the hot skin that was rubbing hard against me. His cock began to throb and suddenly hot cum shot into my throat. He was so deep I never tasted it at all until I pushed him back enough to get some of the remainder on my tongue. I had just swallowed cum for the second time, and loved it. 

Bill was still fingering my pussy and asshole, and I was close to cumming. He kept it up as I came and I just about passed out from the sensations I was having. We lay there for a bit, and then I began to suck on his cock again. I could taste his cum here and there, and feeling slutty as I ever had, I looked into his eyes as I took his whole cock into my throat.

Soon he was hard as a rock and I was ready to feel that cock deep inside my pussy. I straddled him and put the head of his shaft right between the lips of my pussy. Then, as I looked into his eyes, I just let go and fell onto his shaft. The feeling of that long spear filling me as I dropped almost made me cum right there. 

I managed to hold back and really began to ride his cock. I was humping up and down so hard my hair was flying all over. I would grind on his pubic bone, my clit rubbing in his pubic hair. What I didn't know was my clit was still sticking out from his having sucked it so much. It was out about an inch and exposed. I was orgasming almost continuously as I bounced on him.

I came hard and long. As I fell forward Bill slid out from under me, breaking my most intimate contact with his cock. Then, as I knelt in front of him, he got behind and began to fuck my pussy again. Soon I was in nirvana again because he was fingering my clit as he shoved his cock into the bottom of my pussy. It almost hurt he was just there, almost bumping my cervix from time to time. I would move away just a bit when I knew it was coming, but once in a while, he would bump and that pain soon became...well, I'm ashamed to say it, welcome. 

I came several more times as Bill pounded my pussy. Then he began to pay attention to my asshole. This night I wasn't drunk nor was I reluctant like I had been the other time. I asked, then begged him to fuck me there. Finally, Bill started to work his cock into my asshole. 

Hurt? Man, that hurt for a bit. Bill was gentle, and slowly worked his shaft into my ass, bit by bit. Stopping when I would cry out or whimper and then letting me get used to what he had in, then slowly work some more in. After a little bit, he had that entire long hard shaft in my asshole.

I held still, as did he. Finally, my ass relaxed enough for him to start to move in and out in long slow strokes. Bit by bit, he sped up, driving a little harder, a little faster. Pretty soon I was shoving back at him and we were fucking as hard as if her were in my pussy. I was crying in passion and need as his cock split my ass cheeks wide open. 

The feeling of his cock pounding my ass was nothing like I had ever felt before. I couldn't imagine why it felt so good, but I knew that I really like the feelings that cock in my asshole gave me. I came two times before Bill finally began to orgasm. 

As he started to cum, I was in the midst of the biggest orgasm of the evening. My mouth was open as I cried out in heat and passion. Suddenly, Bill's cock slipped out of my ass, and he moved around to be in front of me. With my mouth open, it must have looked like an invite to him, and he shoved his cock right into my mouth.

I started to suck, thinking just how nasty this act was, yet loving it more because of it. His cum soon shot into my throat, and I kept his cock deep inside me as it did. After he came, I spent quite a few minutes licking and sucking his huge cock clean as a whistle. Just as I thought we were done for the night, he got hard again.

This time he rode my pussy to a very satisfying and sweet orgasm. I stood in the motel shower, cum running out of my pussy and my asshole wide open, wanting to do this again...soon. I was hooked on Bill's cock and the nastiness of what we were doing. 

Later, when I got home the guilt hit me all over again. Only this time it wasn't quite as bad, and by the end of the week, I wasn't bothered by it. I knew that my affair with Bill was just a passing fancy, and we would soon get bored of each other. 

I still loved John so much too. Every once in a while I would worry about if he found out about Bill and I, but then I would fool myself into believing that would never happen if Bill and I were careful enough. I never counted on a drunk driver side-swiping us while I was giving Bill a blowjob. 

Bill and I met several times a week after work. He brought out the animal in me while we were together having sex. For some reason I would do things for him that I would never have dreamed of doing, let alone had done with John. 

At times I would think about getting John to take my ass or letting him cum in my mouth as I deep-throated him. Then, reality would hit me and I would remember that Jim would never get to experience that, unless he were to be the one to push, which I knew he'd never do either.

The night that we had dinner with that client was one that I'll never forget either. I thought that the client had left after our dinner date, while Bill had actually talked him into waiting in the bar until he had me naked and worked up.

The door was locked, but Bill had given him his keycard. As I was going down on Bill, he had a tight hold of my hair. It was a bit unusual, but it was exciting me nevertheless. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me, and the bed moved downwards as if a weight had been put right between my legs. 

Doggy position and naked, my pussy and ass were readily available to the 'client' and my first real knowledge that someone else was in the room with us physically, was when I felt hands on my ass cheeks as a rather large cock head was pressing between my pussy lips. 

I struggled for a bit, but by the time the client was buried in my pussy, I was feeling things deep inside like I never had before. Two cocks, one in my mouth and throat and the other in my pussy made it feel like I had been impaled by a telephone pole. They developed a rhythm and soon I was bouncing between them, loving the feeling of having two large cocks fucking me as they were.

By the time Bill came, I was doing it all on my own, and his hands were not forcing me to stay on his cock. I swallowed all his cum, and then laid my head on the bed as the client fucked me to a very good orgasm. Feeling his hot cum shoot into my pussy as I rested there, I realized that things were getting way out of control.

The feelings I had earlier were gone and replaced with the knowledge that at least tonight I would experience two men at once and even if I never got to do this again, I was going to make it worth my time. After the client pulled out of my pussy, I turned around and sucked his cock fully into my mouth. It didn't take him long to start to get hard again, and when he did, I pushed him onto his back and straddled his cock.




The Accident Ch. 03-04



Thanks again to angel love for editing. She is the best.

Chapter 3

"There is no doubt that you are the man for the European expansion enterprise Tom. It is high time that we moved you over there full time to begin to bring this to a successful conclusion. I would like to offer you the position of Vice President of European Operations effective immediately. I would expect you to pick your team, make all of the arrangements and move to Brussels effective as soon as possible. Will you accept?"

"Gladly and with gratitude. It is no secret that this is what I have been working for. I can probably be over there within 45 days. I'll start on the plans right away."

After a few more words and thanks, Tom left George's office and went home to begin taking the first steps. It was important to do this right and he had been making plans for some time. 

Tom first spoke to Shelly, telling her of the assignment and that it would mean moving to Brussels Belgium with the twins. He told her that she was welcome to come with them just as things were now. No change and no expectations. He wanted her to come but he did not want a wife or mother for his kids. The choice was hers and she wanted time to consider it.

Next, Tom spoke to Nicky's parents. Now that they knew the whole story, he wanted to proceed with the divorce. He had thought endlessly about her part in the whole charade and he kept coming back to the lack of trust that she displayed both for doubting him and for expecting that he could forgive her transgressions even when she felt she had reason. Try as he might, he could not forgive her for that. 

He told them of his anger not at what Nicky was planning on doing, but that she had so little trust in him that she believed he was capable of doing what she was told. He was also hurt by her failure to come to him instead of believing the worst without giving him a chance to defend himself.

They both tried to convince him to reconsider until Nicky could speak for herself, but he refused, telling them that he had come to the decision after living with this for the last three months. He was going ahead and he was moving to Europe as soon as he could get things in order. He had filed the divorce and would let the lawyers take care of the details. He told them he would make plans to have Nicky moved into a private nursing home where she would get the best care. He would continue to pay for her care as he had agreed. All they had to do was be available if needed. Once divorced, they would become her guardians.

Of course, Betty and Harry were hurt that they would no longer be able to see the twins but he promised to come back periodically and bring them with him. He also planned to send pictures often and they could call from time to time. They would not be deprived of contact completely. He promised them that. 

Over the next three weeks, Tom initiated the divorce, sold his home with the proceeds going into a trust for Nicky, put most of the furniture into storage and made the arrangements for Nicky's care. All was complete by the end of the month and Tom was ready to make the move. Shelly had finally decided that she would stay and not move with him. She cried over the twins but couldn't see any future for her if she went with Tom and Tom reluctantly agreed. Their arrangement was devoid of love and they both knew it. He gave her some money; enough to get a new start and wished her well. He would miss her.

He went to the hospital to see Nicky; the first time he had been there since Harris was discharged. She looked the same as before: serene, beautiful, with a smile that was almost mysterious. Betty had brushed her hair that day and it lay on the pillow, shining like gold. He felt a lump form in his throat. Why had she done this thing? Why had she chosen to believe Harris, rather than ask him for the truth? These things preyed on him as he watched her slow breathing. He loved her more than life itself, but without trust, he knew of no way to stay with her. Her loss of trust in him left him empty and alone, even with her there in front of him. He couldn't explain to anyone how he felt, but he felt it nonetheless. As he watched her slow breathing, the tears started and flowed freely for the next minutes. He let them come, shamelessly. 

He had put all of his feelings about what she had done and how he felt about it in a letter. In the letter, he talked of her loss of trust in him; his life before he met her and how trust was so important to him; and he spoke of his last conversation with Harris. He didn't say what Harris had told him except to say that he believed him when he described that day. He also told her about Shelly and how she had helped him with the house and the twins. He apologized for living with her but told her that he needed someone since she had taken everything from him. He told her of the twins and how they were growing. He told her of his move to Brussels and his promotion. 

He told her of the plans he had made with Betty and Harry to care for her and that he hoped she would someday regain her life. He poured his feelings into that letter and felt better afterwards. 

He left the letter on the nightstand beside her bed. It was addressed to her and sealed with a small elephant sticker, the ones that the twins loved to paste on their toys. It was inside a manila envelope that said simply "For Nicky's eyes only." He stood up and, looking once more at her sleeping face, left.

He was scheduled to depart from Newark, NJ on a flight to Brussels, Belgium. The flight would take about 9 hours total and he wasn't looking forward to it. The twins would be a handful and he wished that Shelly were coming along to help with them. He talked with a doctor who prescribed some antihistamines for them that should help to make them sleepy. Maybe that would do some good and make the trip a little less hectic.

He finally arrived in Brussels with his sanity intact and was met by the man he had hired so long ago. He had found a wonderful place for them to stay, a nice little bungalow with a small garden, surrounded by a high block wall. It was his for the next three years and was paid for by the company. He had picked it out himself since it was close to the new site and convenient to the local daycare facility. He wanted the twins to be exposed to the local language and to the local customs. It would be a great learning experience for them.

He sat in a very new European style chair and looked out the window of his new flat. He could see the lights of Brussels spread out before him and if he looked off in the distance he could see the beltway around the city. He was pleased with things so far but there was sadness in him that wouldn't go away. He knew what it was but he was not going to recognize it or give it validation. He shrugged his shoulders and got up to see to the twins. They were so tired they had gone to bed without a whimper so he had far too much time on his hands. But tomorrow was the first day of the rest of his life, or so the saying went. He would take it a day at a time.

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Betty sat in the hospital room with her daughter and knitted. She was working on a slip over cardigan that she thought Nicky would love. She had already made sweaters for the twins and a scarf for Harry. She wondered if Harry would wear the scarf: he was always so warm that he needed very little. Oh, well. It was the thought that counted.

She knew that she should pack up the sweaters and get them ready for shipment to Belgium. The boys turned 3 years old this past month and Tom had sent pictures of their birthday party. They were growing so fast and they looked so much like their mother at that age. They certainly took after her. At the thought, she glanced over at Nicky, so still and so quiet. It had been 20 months, 13 days and some odd hours since the accident and Nicky had been in a coma for that entire time. The doctors still said she could wake up at any time, but Betty was beginning to accept the fact that her daughter was never going to be coming out of it. Harry had already said as much but Harry was always the pessimist. She was beginning to agree with him, however and it made her sad. 

She went back to her knitting and was humming a little tune that Nicky had always liked when she thought she heard something. She turned to glance at Nicky and was shocked to see her eyes open and moving around the room. Nicky had never opened her eyes since she had been in this room. Betty dropped her knitting and rushed to Nicky's bedside. She took her hand and watched as Nicky moved her eyes toward her. Her eyes focused! She was looking at her! 

"Nicky! Nicky dear! Can you hear me? Can you say something? Say something Nicky!" She was squeezing her hand and looking wildly around for a nurse. She remembered the call button and reached out for it. She held her finger down on the button while she continued to talk to her daughter.

"Nicky, say something dear. Can you talk to me, baby? Say something, please?"

Nicky was trying to speak, but she was not able to do much except grunt. The sounds were soft and hardly audible but they were sounds. She was trying! Betty dropped her hand and ran to the doorway, looking left and right for someone, anyone. She finally saw a nurse come around the corner and she must have understood right away when she saw Betty waving and jumping up and down. She stopped, whirled around and ran for the phone to call the doctor on call.

Betty went back to the bed and saw that Nicky still had her eyes open and was still trying to make sounds. She screwed up her face and finally said,

"Wh. wh. Where... am.. I?" 

She was moving her head now and she was looking at everything, trying to understand what she was seeing. She wouldn't recognize anything anyway since she had never seen this room when she was conscious. Still, she focused on Betty as she came back to the bedside and she was able to reach out with her hand to take her mother's hand in hers.

"Mom? What are you doing here? Where am I?" 

Her voice was getting stronger and she was no longer disoriented. She was weak, pale, and much thinner than she had ever been but she was awake! Betty could only look at her and cry. She couldn't say anything but she clung to her daughter's hand and held it to her lips as she cried. Nicky was becoming frustrated by the lack of information but she was too weak to do anything other than hold on to her mother's hand. This was enough to almost wear her out but she held on.

The doctor on call came running into the room and took one look at Nicky and yelled at the nurse trailing behind. "Get Dr. Edwards right away!" 

He watched as the nurse left and turned to Nicky and Betty. He smiled and took his little flashlight out of his pocket and sat down on the bed beside Nicky. 

He flashed the light into her eyes and was pleased with the response since he grinned and said, "That's what we like to see. Good responses. How are you feeling? Any pain? Discomfort? Anything that feels strange or out of place?" 

Nicky looked at him and tried to speak several times before she was able to make sense.

"Can you tell me where I am? Why am I here? Am I ill? Please, can you tell me what's happening?"

"You were in a car accident Miss Campbell. Do you remember anything about it? Can you recall what you were doing or whom you were with? Can you remember anything?"

He watched her very closely as she tried to make sense of what she was just told. Nothing came to her at first and then she closed her eyes for a minute trying to think of what he had said that was odd. Oh, yes. He had called her by her mother's last name. He probably didn't know any different. She tried then to remember an accident but nothing came to mind. She would relax and let it come.

"I can't remember any accident but maybe it will come back to me. Oh, and my name is Nichole Preston. Campbell is my mother's name. But you can call me Nicky." She was already getting tired.

"I am very tired. I think I just want to put my head down for awhile if it's OK." With that thought, she dropped off into a deep sleep.

"Is she going back into a coma?" Betty was afraid that Nicky was leaving them again. She still had her hand and wasn't going to let go till she knew Nicky was OK.

"She is just sleeping now. This is normal. She will be very tired for some time until she builds her strength back up. That will take time but she is on the way now. I think you will see steady improvement now. Congratulations."

He made some comments on the chart at her bedside and turned to leave when he stopped and said, "What did she mean that her name is Preston? The only name we have in her records is Campbell, the same as yours. She is not married is she?"

"She was married at the time of her accident Doctor. Her husband divorced her and we had her name changed back to her maiden name for insurance purposes. She doesn't know about that yet. I don't know how to tell her either. I'll want to talk to Dr. Edwards and with Harry, my husband."

"What kind of man would divorce his wife when she was in a reversible coma? He must be a real scumbag!" With that, he left the room mumbling to himself. 

Betty packed up her knitting and left the room to call Harry. She had to let him know that Nicky was out of her coma and he had to come to the clinic as soon as possible so that he could help her decide how to tell Nicky about Tom and the divorce. She didn't know how much to tell her now. How much could she take? It was all so confusing. As it was, Nicky slept through the night and Betty and Harry went home for some much needed rest before the next day. It was sure to be a terrible one for Nicky and they had to be ready. 

Nicky woke up in a strange bed in a room that she didn't recognize. She remembered her mother being here and a doctor asking her about an accident. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what had happened. She thought she remembered something but it was fuzzy. She opened her eyes again and took inventory of her surroundings. She spotted a call button and pressed it. She seemed to be much stronger this morning and that was a good sign. She pressed the button again in impatience and was almost ready to yell out loud when a tall black male nurse walked into the room.

"Good mornin Miss Nicky. It's so good to see you awake after all this time. You all have been asleep for some long time. Welcome back to the world. Can I get you some breakfast? Doc said you could have juice, some toast and maybe some jello. Always good to get some jello."

"I am starved so, yes, some breakfast would be great. You said I have been asleep for some long time? How long is some time?"

"Near's I can tell, you've been sleepin somewhat over a year and a half. Maybe a little longer. Hard to be exact since they brought you here just a year ago from the hospital." 

He left to get the breakfast without seeing the shock on Nicky's face. A year and a half or even longer? What the hell had happened? Where was her mother and where was Tom? They had to have told him that she was awake. Her mother was here last night and she would have told him, wouldn't she? She was still struggling with this news when a small, bald man in a doctor's jacket walked in. He smiled when he saw her awake.

"Good morning Nichole! How are you feeling? We are so happy that you decided to rejoin the world. Is Sam getting you some breakfast? I thought I saw him leaving the room. We'll take good care of you until he gets back."

With that, he began to do all of the normal things a doctor does: pulse, heartbeat, temperature and blood pressure. He puttered around with these things for the next 5 minutes while she struggled with strange flashes of memory spinning around in her head. She finally could take no more and grabbed his hand.

He turned to look at her in surprise as she began to ask him those questions that were clamoring in her head for release.

"How long have I been unconscious? How long?"

"Well, ah, it's been just over 20 months. You were hurt in a car accident and you had severe head trauma. The swelling went down some time ago but you didn't wake up as we had hoped. You have been here at this facility for just over a year."

"Where is my husband? Has he been notified that I am awake? Is he coming to see me?"

The doctor expressed some surprise at her question. "I'm sorry but I am not aware of a husband. My records indicate that you are divorced and have your maiden name of Campbell. I know of no other people that are to be notified beside your mother and father."

"What about my children? I have twin boys. I want to see them. Please!" Nicky began to cry, not understanding any of this. Divorced? No husband? Her name was Campbell and not Preston? None of it made any sense. None!

"Please Miss Campbell, please calm down. Your mother has been notified and she is on her way here. She can no doubt answer most of your questions, far better than I." 

The doctor was concerned that she become too agitated this close to her awakening. He called the nurse to bring a sedative, although a mild one. He had to keep her calm until she could get stronger. Her heart had not been working hard for so long that it would take some time to get her back to a functional level of strength. Physical therapy was absolutely necessary and he wanted to speak to her mother and father about that. He hoped that they would be here soon.

"I can't calm down until I know what's happened! You have to tell me. Someone has to tell me. Please, please, where are my sons?" 

Nicky began to cry and pound her fists on the bed covers. She was too weak to do anything else and she had to know what had happened. She felt the sedative begin to course through her veins and, in spite of herself, she began to drift in that twilight place where problems were still present but not worth the time to worry about them. She finally just let go and drifted away to a quiet place. She could spend some time there until things were clearer.

As the doctor watched her pulse rate slow and her heart rate drop back to normal, he sighed a sigh of relief. He would prescribe a mild sedative and keep her on it for a while. It would not do to have her agitated at this point. He would speak to the mother as soon as she came in.

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It was just past 7:00 in the evening when the phone rang. Tom heaved a sigh and pulled himself out of his recliner to answer. It had been a long day and the negotiations with the freight line operators had not gone well. He was worried that the costs could be well over his estimates. But that was for tomorrow. Tonight, he just wanted to rest and discuss the world of toys and games with his twins and gain a new perspective through the eyes of a 4 year old.

"This is Tom Preston" 

"Tom, it's Betty. Nicky is awake! She's awake Tom, and she is going to be fine! She woke up today when I was there and she is going to be OK! Can you believe it?"

Tom listened to Betty while his mind worked overtime. Nicky was awake? How long had it been? Had it been almost 2 years? He had almost forgotten. Had she remembered everything? Had she read his letter to her? Too many questions and too much information. He didn't know how he felt about this and wondered if maybe it wasn't better if she had never awakened. 

"That's great news Betty. You must be very happy. How's Harry taking it?"

"We're both so happy. I thought you would want to know. Are you coming home with the twins to see her? When can you get here?"

Tom was jolted for a minute. Go to the states? Why would he do that and why would Betty think he would? It was crazy!




The Accident Ch. 03-04



"I have no plans to come to the states Betty. There is nothing for me there anymore."

There was a shocked silence on the other end. Betty was stunned. She had been so sure that Tom would want to come home now and bring the boys. She had never considered anything else. She didn't know what to say.

"Tom, you can't mean that. You have to bring the twins home to see their mother. She will be devastated if she can't see them. You can't do that to her."

"I didn't do anything Betty. She did. Have you forgotten? I haven't and the boys have gotten over her so I don't plan on reminding them of something painful."

"Tom, please reconsider. She has to see the boys. It would help so much in her recovery if they were here. Please, Tom?"

"I'm sorry Betty. Give my regards to Harry. Good night."

Tom hung up before Betty could say anything else. He wasn't ready for this and probably had never planned on her waking up in spite of what the doctors said. It had been almost two years and he had just begun to move forward with his life. He was not going to make the mistake of going back to relive all of the pain and heartbreak. That part of his life was over.

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She dreamed of Tom. It was their first anniversary and he had booked them a room for the night. He was there with her in the hotel room and he was watching her as she stripped for him. She was teasing and he was smiling at her. She removed her bra and panties and stood proud before him. He moved to take her in his arms and she felt the strength and comfort he had always given her when he held her like that. He crushed her mouth with his and took her breath away with her power. She was his to take.

He moved with her to the bed and laid her back; her head on the satin pillow, her hair spread across it like a fan, and her arms raised to take him to her breast. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down over his hips, freeing his wonderful cock to her sight. She knew it well and welcomed it. He moved between her legs and placed his rigid manhood at the entrance to her waiting sex. He penetrated her in one strong push and she bucked in joy. She gripped him with her legs and pulled him to her bosom, urging him on with passion. She looked into the face she loved, expecting to see her love returned, but was suddenly frightened! What she saw was an angry face and it was changing as she watched from her loving husband to Harris Templeton! His face was suddenly enveloped in fire and she felt incredible pain. What was happening? What did the pain mean and why would Tom change into Harris? She was suddenly very afraid and confused. 

She jolted awake, shaking, with heart pumping and breathing rapid and thready. She was disoriented for a moment until she calmed down. She was not sure what had just happened but she knew she must have had a bad dream. She hugged herself as she quieted. A nurse came into the room and asked her what was wrong. She mentioned a bad dream and the nurse came over with a warm cloth and wiped her face and talked softly to help her calm down. She was quiet now and fell back asleep as the nurse watched. 

Nicky slept through the rest of the night and looked much stronger by the next morning. She was beginning to eat some solid food and her kidneys were functioning well. The nurse had taken her for a few steps and she had wanted to sit in the chair for a while as she ate her breakfast. She also used the bathroom for the first time and felt much better once she had splashed some water on her face. She looked awful but she was awake. Small steps. 

Her mother and father came in shortly after she had finished her breakfast and they both exclaimed at how much better she looked. She had been walking around the room and she paused, holding on to the bedrails. She didn't want to sit down. She smiled at them but couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had been with her most of the morning. She listened as Betty and Harry talked about things and people and places, most of which she ignored, just enjoying the sound of their voices. She had been in a quiet place for so long, that any sound was welcome. Her mind just drifted until they began to slow down.

"Mom, where are my husband and my children? You have been avoiding it now and it is time you told me the truth."

"Nicky, I don't know if you are ready for too much more just yet. Why don't you wait until we can take you home? We'll tell you everything then, OK?"

"I want to know right now, before you say anything else. Where is Tom and why isn't he here? Why aren't Jason and Joshua here to see me?"

"Honey, how much do you remember of what happened? Do you remember the accident at all?" That was from her dad.

"The last thing I remember is Tom calling to say he was going to be late. I had dropped the twins off at your place and..."

Suddenly a picture of Harris Templeton came unbidden into her head. He was naked and looking at her in a room somewhere. She saw his face in a mirror. She noticed that she was also naked! What the hell? She wiped her face with her hands willing more to come. She concentrated on the room she was in and suddenly it all came rushing back. She remembered everything and with that memory, she staggered and fell to the floor, her father reaching for her futilely. She remembered, and the pain that came with that memory was more than she could bear. She fainted, falling into oblivion.

It was now two weeks since Nicky had awakened. She was ready to come home and Betty and Harry were there to pick her up. Harry pulled the car up to the front and there was a small group of nurses and staff waiting to say goodbye to Nicky. After all she had been there with them for almost two years and they had all tended to her at one time or another. They were proud of her since they had taken care of her all that time to insure that when she did wake, she would be in good health. As she was escorted out in the wheelchair, she smiled and shook hands and had a word for most of them. She was happy to be leaving but would miss some of them greatly.

She was quiet on the ride home, thinking of her life now. She was alone and had no one to share her life with. Her husband had left her, her children were taken from her and now living thousands of miles away, and she had nothing left worth living for. Most of her friends had moved on and some had died. She was more alone now than she had ever been, even with her parents. They couldn't help her now except for the physical and that was pretty much back to normal. 

She thought again about Harris Templeton's death. It seemed strange that he would die in a robbery. She was told that his sister was living with him at the time but was not there when he was murdered. Well, life was strange but she could only remember her shock when she read the letter he had sent to Tom just before his death. Tom had given copies of it and her letter to him to her parents before he left for Europe. In it, he had confessed to lying about Tom and admitted he had done it only as a way to lure her into sleeping with him. She felt cheated that she couldn't confront him for wrecking her life. 

That evening as she was sitting in the family room staring off into space, Betty came in and sat down beside her. 

"How are you doing dear? Isn't it good to finally be out of that dreary place and back in your own home? We're so glad to have you here with us." She patted Nicky's hand and smiled fondly at her.

"This isn't my home mom. I love you and daddy but my home is gone, along with my husband and children. I lost everything I loved when Harris made me believe that Tom was cheating on me." She paused for a minute, thinking back.

"Why did I believe him so quickly, mom? What in the world was I thinking? "

"Please don't talk like that, dear. You have your whole life ahead of you. Things will get better and we can still try to get Tom to bring the twins here soon. I believe he will as soon as you are better."

"I'm better now mom and he already refused to bring them home to me. You know that and so do I. He will never forgive me. I don't think he will ever let me see them until they are adults and can make their own decisions."

Betty watched her daughter for some time before coming to a conclusion. She rose from the couch and walked over to the desk. From it she took a manila envelope and brought it back to Nicky. She and Harry had discussed this and Harry was in favor of giving it to Nicky from the very beginning, but she was not so sure. 

"This is from Tom. He left it by your bedside on the day he left for Belgium. It was marked for you only so we never opened it. I think it's time you read it and maybe it will give you some hope." With that, she rose and left Nicky alone with the envelope.

Nicky just stared at it for a long time. She looked at her name, written in Tom's scrawl. Why would Tom write a letter instead of talking to her face to face? Didn't she deserve at least that much from him? As her anger began to build, she suddenly remembered that she had done exactly this to Tom: she had left him a letter instead of asking him for the truth. She had written a letter designed only to hurt: a dagger to his heart. This was what she deserved, no more.

She was torn with curiosity to know what Tom was thinking when he finally left her. She wanted to know, but at the same time, she was afraid to know. She finally went into her bedroom and shut the door. She got a drink of water and came back and sat on the edge of the bed and with shaking hands, opened the manila envelope. Inside she found a plain white envelope sealed with a sticker like the twins used to use on everything. When she saw the elephant sticker, she broke down and cried. It represented everything she had lost. She cried for almost an hour before finally getting herself under some control. She had not cried like that since she awakened.

She opened the envelope and began to read.

Dear Nicky,

By now, you will know that the boys and I have gone to Europe to begin a new life. The twins and I will be living in Brussels, Belgium and I am now Vice President for European Operations. It is what I was working for and why I spent so many hours away from you. It was to have been our most exciting adventure: you and I and the twins on a new continent. We could have been so happy. But it was not to be.

You may wonder why I left you and divorced you even though I know that you and Harris actually did nothing that day in the hotel. You deserve to know and I will try to tell you.

I spoke with Harris after he left the hospital and he told me that you said that you couldn't cheat on me regardless of what I had done. I'm glad for your sake. He also told me that the accident occurred because you wanted to get home to remove the letter you wrote. He admitted he was also anxious to get the letter to stop me from finding out his part in the deception. After that one conversation, he and I parted and I never spoke to him again. He was gone later, struck down by evil.

You may also know that I invited Shelly into my home to help care for the house and the children. It was done initially to help Shelly after Harris' death, but it grew into deep affection and she shared my bed. In the end, we both knew that we shared only a fondness for each other and happy memories, but not love. I offered to take her with me but she refused. 

Now as to why I divorced you. You believed the story Harris told you about my infidelity. You accepted his word and never asked me if it were true. You believed it was possible that I could do that to you and to our life together. That lack of trust in me was the worst thing that I could imagine. The pain that brought to me was more than I would have believed. I never thought it was possible to love someone without trusting them, but that's exactly what you did: you said you loved me but didn't trust me. Therefore, I must believe that you never truly loved me. Love without trust is not a marriage: it is a sham. I couldn't continue in a marriage without trust. 

It may be hard for some to understand this, but you are one of the few people who know my background and know that I consider trust to be one of the most important things in my life. More important to me in many ways than love. I trusted you completely, and I loved you totally, but you didn't share that love and trust.

I have made sure that you will be taken care of until you recover. Your parents are good people and I know they will make all the right decisions in your care. When you are better, you will find the proceeds from the sale of the house are yours, and you will have a monthly check that should take care of most of your needs. I wish you the best and hope for your recovery.

I ask that you not try to contact the boys when you wake since they have a hard time learning to live without you. By the time you read this, it may be they will have forgotten you. For their sakes, I will hope. Goodbye, Nicky.

Tom

As Nicky read the last part of the letter, she felt very little. It was as if she were watching from a distance, as the room around her began to fade. She saw the letter drop to the floor and she watched as she walked into the bathroom. She watched the door close and then, nothing.

Chapter 4

By the time Harry found Nicky she had almost succeeded in her attempt to end her life. After reading the letter, she had gone into the bathroom and taken a razor blade from her father's safety razor. She was very careful to lock the door and make no sound. She had filled the tub with water before slipping in and then had slit her wrists. She tried to do it right, but Betty had been worried about what the letter might contain and had Harry check on her. He had found the locked door and knew something was wrong when she didn't answer his knocks. He broke open the door and found her.

The 911 operator had the ambulance there in no time and the paramedics were able to stop the blood flow and began plasma transfusions while they got her ready for transport. They knew exactly what to do and were not bothered by what they found since it was actually fairly common in their experience. She was taken to emergency and sewn up. She was fine, except for the loss of blood and the doctors began transfusions to build her pressure back up. She would live.

Because it was an attempted suicide, and with her parents support, Nicky was confined to a mental hospital where she was forced into therapy. Her situation was not unusual to the therapist on staff and she was very well versed in standard treatments. She treated it first as acute depression, and Nicky was put on medication while she attended therapy every day for a month. With the meds and the therapy, Nicky slowly began to find a way back to some semblance of normalcy. She was still unhappy but she was finding ways to cope with it. She was released from the hospital two months after her aborted attempt to end her life.

With continued therapy, Nicky began a slow recovery. The hardest part was learning to live without her little boys. She accepted Tom's condition that she not try to contact them even though she wanted desperately to see them. They were 3 and half years old now. At least she had the pictures that Tom sent to Betty. She kept them all and had each one pasted into the scrapbook she kept. In it she had all of the pictures and letters that Tom had been sending and she had clippings about the company that Tom headed in Europe. She kept the book always where she could look at it and it did help to ease some of the loneliness.

The pain was still there but it began to ease and she could sometimes go days before she remembered again. But time heals all wounds and she slowly regained her stability. She still lived at home with her parents but she was beginning to think about a future on her own. One thing she wanted was to go back to school. She wanted an advanced degree in psychology so that she could go into counseling. She had become fascinated with the counseling sessions she was forced into during recovery and she vowed then that she would do something like that as soon as she could. She wanted to make a difference to others like herself: people who made bad choices and were trying to live with the consequences.

She checked with Tom's lawyer and found that the trust fund Tom had set up using the proceeds from the sale of the house and the settlement from the insurance company were enough to pay for the small tuition at a local university. She told her parents what she was going to do and they were supportive. With Betty's help, she found a small apartment just off campus, furnished it and she moved in that month. Her new life had begun.

Since she had a degree in psychology already, all she had to take were some advanced level courses in therapy and do some sessions with a practicing therapist. Her counselor told her that she could be finished in just about 2 years. After an apprentice program lasting 6 months, she would have her certificate and she could go into practice by herself or with someone else. She set up a schedule and program and began her college career. She was looking forward again for the first time in a long, dark time. She was on her own and she was going to make it. It was a promise she made to herself.

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Jason and Joshua ran up to their father and tried to tempt him back to the water. They were scuba diving in Moreton Bay off the north side of Australia and exploring the reefs and it was truly something to see, but he was beginning to get tired and just wanted to rest and relax for a while. Not so for the twins: they simply couldn't get enough and they were off again. After all, it was the first time they had been away from their home in Belgium for over 3 years. They were 8 years old now and they were good, solid boys. He was so proud of them and he often wondered how he had managed to raise such great kids alone. God knows he had his problems but they seemed to have survived in spite of him and his stumbling ways.

The boys were identical twins and looked so much alike that even he had trouble keeping them straight unless he was close enough to see the minute differences. They loved making trouble switching but he was one of the few that could tell them apart and they had stopped trying with him. Not so with others, however, and they were notorious at their school. All good clean fun though so he was content. Their mother would be proud. At that thought, he angrily stood up and grabbed his gear and called the boys to get ready to go back to the Brisbane Marriott Hotel and their room. He was angry with himself. He had thought he was past that but thinking about the boys and raising them alone brought painful memories back to the surface. 

Once in the room, he grabbed a beer from the cooler and dropped down into one of the cane chairs so popular in this resort. He reflected back on the past 6 plus years and remembered. 

He remembered more now than before and without the pain that he experienced earlier. He had received regular letters from Betty over the years and she kept him informed of all that was going on. He in turn sent her pictures of the boys and told her of their progress in school. He never knew whether she showed the pictures or his letters to Nicky and never asked. He didn't want to know.

He knew that Nicky had recovered from her coma and that she had attempted suicide. He also knew that she had been confined for some time in a mental institution but that she was released. He knew all of her battles and successes, her return to college for an advanced degree in psychology, and that she was now fairly successful in her career as a guidance counselor for teens in trouble. She would have been very good at that he knew, and wondered how she was doing with her life. Betty had never mentioned a man, just as he had never told her of any of his ill-fated attempts at romance. 




The Accident Ch. 03-04



He thought of Abby, the woman he had recently been dating, with pain. The breakup was hard and bitter: nasty words were said and it was like so many others over the last few years: he was unable to commit to a life with anyone. Betty didn't need to know that. It was better left unsaid. Too many painful memories there.

For the thousandth time, he wondered if he should have taken the boys on a trip back to the states to meet their mother. Betty suggested it in every letter and he declined in his. He had made no secret from the boys of the fact that she was alive and lived in his old hometown. He had simply told them that he and Nicky had separated and that she had a life of her own. They never tried to get him to take them to see her and he never suggested it. Now, it was more important than before because he had a decision to make. Maybe he would bring the subject up with them. Maybe he had better investigate his own motives first. Was this for them or for him? He decided to bring it up tonight at dinner.

They were staying at the Marriott in Brisbane and it was a beautiful hotel. It faced the ocean and was a wonderful place for the boys. They could explore the beaches, grab a taxi and go into the city and in general find something to do that would please 8 year old boys. They were very independent and he did not worry much about them, although he had hired a guide to be with them who was recommended to be very good with boys. Together, they were a match for most anybody. He was again proud of the way he had raised them.

They decided to eat in the outdoor dining room and they dressed casually. It was warm here in December and they enjoyed the change from the weather in Belgium this time of year. They sat at a table away from the bulk of the room at their father's request. He had told them he wanted a family discussion. That meant either something very good or very bad, or so the boys equated it.

As they finished their dinner and Tom had ordered coffee for himself and dessert for the boys, he looked at them sitting together. As usual, they dressed identically. They loved to do this and to confuse the staff of the hotel. They did it good naturedly and only in fun.

"Boys, I want to ask you a question and I want you to think about it and maybe talk to each other before you give me an answer. Can you do that?"

"Sure we can do that pop. Is it something good or something bad? It's always one or the other when we have these family discussions."

"I don't know how you are going to take what I have to ask you. I guess the best thing to do is just ask. How would you feel about going to the US to meet your mother and grandparents?"

The silence was deafening as the boys looked first at Tom and then at each other. It was only a few seconds but to Tom, it felt like forever. As he watched, their faces changed and they both gave a whoop of joy almost at the same instant. Around the restaurant, faces turned their way and then back as they saw it was only boys laughing.

"Are you serious? Meet our mother and grandparents? You've got to be kidding. That's all we've thought about for the last five years. We were always told not to mention it to you because it made you sad and made you hurt. So we didn't, but we always wanted to. When can we go? Soon? Where does she live? Will she remember us? Can we go soon?"

They both talked together, finishing each other's sentences, alternating sentences and in general making perfect sense. He never understood how they could do that. He had not thought of what he wanted them to say, but as they continued to talk aloud and express their excitement, he found himself smiling. Inside he must have been thinking the same thing and he found himself responding to their enthusiasm. They were going to do this!

Before dinner was over, he had told them somewhat of their mother and grandparents. He told them they lived in a small town in California and that Nicky was a counselor to young people with problems. He told them of Betty and Harry and promised to let them see some of the letters she had written and some of the pictures she had sent. He had them all safely locked away, perhaps for this day. 

"Dad, why did you and our mom break up? Why did you have to leave her when you took us away to Belgium? Can you please tell us now? We're old enough to know the truth. We never believed the story about the two of you just deciding to go different places. She wouldn't have given us up so easily, would she? It isn't true that she didn't want us, is it?"

Tom was surprised that they had this many questions, but then again, why wouldn't they? He had never talked much about what happened and just told them, when they asked about her when they were smaller, that they had just grown apart. He had told them that Nicky was too sick to care for them and agreed to let them come with him. He never let them see his hurt or his anger when he spoke of her and he never blamed her for anything. She was sick, that's all he said. They finally stopped asking. 

Now, he took the time to tell them as much as he could about their mother and their grandparents and their home. He made sure they knew their mother had not deserted them and that she and their grandparents would welcome them and love them just as he did. They listened as he told them all he could, leaving out only the pain.

After they returned to Belgium, Tom made some calls to arrange the trip back to the states. He hadn't discussed this with the boys, but he had been offered a major promotion to Executive VP of Operations, Worldwide and it would mean relocating back to California. He wanted to make the trip more for that than anything else, to see if he really wanted to return home. He was pretty sure it was time. 

The trip was finalized and set for the second week February. The boys had their passports and all of their shots and he had arranged with the school for time off. They were both good students and he had no problem with the school. They were ready, of course, and couldn't wait. He had called Betty and Harry and told them of the trip plans and Betty was beside herself. She said she would let Nicky know and she cried on the phone as she heard all of the plans. Tom was pleased and let her talk to her grandsons for the first time. It was quite a call.

Tom arranged for a corporate rental in Valencia, California where they would be going. It was a small town, just off the 5 in a section called Santa Clarita Valley. There was an amusement park there and it was where the headquarters was located. Since he planned on staying there for as long as 6 weeks, he thought the rental would be better for the boys. He had no idea of how Nicky lived and he knew that Betty and Harry's home was very small so this was the best solution. He gave the address to Betty on one of their calls and she said she knew where it was. They were all set. 

The day came, the plane left and they were on their way. They left at 6:00 AM and planned to stop in Newark before heading on to California. The trip would take about 12 hours, all told and it promised to be very unpleasant. However, with the boys as excited as they were and his pleasure at watching them, the trip went faster than he expected. He was glad they had done this and he found himself thinking more and more of Nicky. What would she look like now after almost 7 years? Would she look the same? She would be delighted to see the boys but how would she feel about him? He had told her of Shelly and his letter was bound to have hurt her. He knew that it was part of the reason she had tried to kill herself and he was sorry about that. It was never his intention to cause her pain. He was just trying to explain to her. 

They arrived late that next night and Harry met them at the airport. He said that Betty and Nicky wanted to wait until they had time to rest and clean up and that tomorrow would be the day for reunion. Tom was just as happy that it could be delayed since everybody was tired and irritable: not the best way to meet someone for the first time. Harry got them to the apartment and it was more than satisfactory. They settled in and all fell asleep almost as soon as they touched the pillow. 

With jet lag, the next day arrived way too soon. The boys seemed to recover quickly however, and after a shower, they were ready to go. He followed and they went out to breakfast. During breakfast at a Denny's, Tom called Betty and they made arrangements to meet at her place in an hour. Tom remembered quite well how to find it. Things had changed some but he knew how to get there. 

"Is she going to be there?" Tom wanted to be prepared.

"Yes, she's here now and wants so much to see the boys. You can't imagine what this means to her, Tom."

"Yes I can. You can't know what it means to me to see her. And I want to see her face when she sees the boys. She'll be proud, just like I am."

As Tom hung up, he was surprised at his comments. He found that he was truly anxious to see Nicky, more so than he had ever imagined. He accepted his feelings, although he didn't fully understand them. He returned to his seat and waited till they were all finished. It was time to reunite their family.

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Nicky sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee forgotten in front of her. Her mind was in a whirl and she couldn't seem to focus on her mother as she talked of the boys and what it would be like to see them. She tried to make sense of her feelings but couldn't. These were her sons, her boys, taken from her so many years ago. She didn't know what she felt. She had worked so hard to suppress all of her feelings for them so many years ago that she was afraid she had lost them entirely. She remembered the pain that was so intense at times that it threatened to consume her. She had forgotten in defense of her sanity. To remember and to not have them was too hard. She had let them go.

Betty watched her daughter and could almost hear the thoughts going on in her head. She knew the pain and the loss and the fear that Nicky was experiencing right now. She had almost lost her daughter 6 years ago when she found out that she had lost her boys. She had witnessed her fight back to sanity and her struggle to live with what she had been given and what had been taken away. It was a battle that Nicky had fought long and hard and had finally won. Now, all that she had buried was about to be brought back into the light. She knew that Nicky was frightened but she also knew that she would forget it all when she saw Jason and Joshua, her sons.

Nicky shook her head and seemed to wake herself from a deep sleep. She looked at Betty and put a smile on her face. Whatever was going to be would be. She would do what she could do and she would not struggle against what could not be. So she had learned during her recovery. 

"When will they be here? Did Tom say what time?" Nicky was as ready as she would ever be for this. She had never expected it to come, but now it was here.

"In about 30 minutes. They are on the way. They stopped for breakfast at Denny's over on McCloud Boulevard. Tom, Jason and Joshua. Are you ready?"

"As much as I can be. Will they remember me, mom? Will they know who I am and will they forgive me?"

"They are your sons, Nicky and they will know you. They have nothing to forgive because they are your sons and they know you didn't let them go willingly. Don't you worry about that. They'll know. Oh, yes, they'll know." 

Betty smiled to herself. She knew what a mother knew. Blood would tell and Nicky would see for herself. This was the last step in Nicky's return to the world. She had been working and existing and smiling and talking, but she had not been living. She had been waiting: waiting for this moment.

The car pulled into the driveway and the doors flew open to allow two anxious boys to pile out and look for their mother. They looked to the door just as Nicky opened it. They stopped and looked toward her for an eternity before Nicky ran down the steps to embrace the two boys now running toward her. They remembered! They knew her for who she was and it was as if they had never parted. They embraced together and they cried together and the world was right again. 

Betty watched with tears in her eyes as the reunion took place. She had known it would be like this. A mother and her sons! A mother that could now heal completely and sons that would grow up knowing both their mother and father. That was as it should be.

Tom watched with a lump in his throat. He had been right to bring them home. They were where they should be, and he knew that he would make the move back home. He couldn't take this from them, ever again. He watched for a while and then moved to embrace Betty and Harry. They were also watching and they would wait their turn to meet their grandsons. This was more important.

"Thank you Tom. This was the right thing to do and I bless you for it. This will finish the healing that Nicky has fought for all these years."

"No, I should have done this long ago but I guess I had some healing of my own to do. But, they come first. Watching them, I know it is for the best." He decided to tell them first before Nicky and the boys.

"I have accepted a new position and I will be relocating back here to Valencia permanently. We will be here from now on." He smiled at the look on Betty's face and accepted Harry's handshake and hug. 

"Do they know?" He asked.

"Not yet. I wanted to wait until they could take it in. I think that may be a while yet, don't you?"

The three were still holding each other but were now talking and telling each other of secrets and wonders and sharing everything. Nicky was watching their faces in wonder and she could not get enough. They were her sons! They were her sweet boys, lost for so long and now come home to her. She cried tears of happiness as she laughed in total joy. They laughed with her and shed tears of their own. They were home!

It was much, much later, after the boys had met their grandma and grandpa that Nicky and Tom had exchanged a polite hug of welcome and a quick search of the others face for clues to their feelings. Questions were present on each face but answers would wait. 

The day passed in joy and exploration and discovery and dinner was shared. It was a day that each would remember forever. The boys tried valiantly to stay awake long into the night but jet lag and fatigue took their toll and they found a quiet place in the spare room to conk out. Betty and Harry stayed with Tom until they also feigned fatigue and retired to their bedroom. They encouraged Tom to just let the boys stay over if he chose to go back to the apartment. He agreed and Betty smiled. Her grandsons in her house!

Alone at last, Tom and Nicky sat at the kitchen table and it was awkward at first. They looked at each other, waiting for the other to start. Neither knew what to say and the silence stretched on until finally Tom spoke.

"I don't know whether Betty told you but I am moving back to Valencia for good. I have taken a new position here. I haven't told the boys yet but I wanted you to know that they will not be going back. They belong here, with you. I know that now."

Nicky watched as Tom spoke and she found that he was as familiar to her now as he was before. It was as if he had never left. Yes, he was older and more mature. He was probably more handsome than he was when he was younger and she was still moved by him. She could feel it deep down somewhere; somewhere where the feelings had been dormant. 

"I'm glad Tom. I'm glad that you have done so well and I'm especially glad that the boys will be here for me. I have missed them so much. I have worked so hard not to miss them but I wasn't very successful. When I saw them today, it all came back. All the shame; all the pain; and all the guilt. But they washed it all away with their smiles and their hugs and I felt such joy. I will be forever grateful to you."

In his turn, Tom watched Nicky and wondered how he could have left her. He felt now as he had before all of the sadness and pain. He had never stopped loving her! It was clear to him now. He had left her when she couldn't stop him. That was the coward's way and he had taken it then. Now, he saw it for what it was.

"I have so much to say to you, but the only thing that seems important is that I still love you as much as I did before. I have been miserable and lonely all these years and now I understand why. I could never make a commitment to anyone else and I didn't know why. Now I do." 

Tom said this calmly and with some surprise. It had come to him slowly during the day as he watched his family come together. It came to him as he realized over dinner that they were each, in their own way, complete now.

"And I love you Tom. I always have and I always will. But I am not the same person that I was when you left. I am different and you don't know me. I have not made time for anyone but myself since I recovered from the attempt to end my life. I have had to work so hard just to survive and I have made a life for myself that hasn't had room for anyone else. Now I have my sons back and I will learn to make room for them. That will be easy since they were never far away in my mind and they never blamed me for not being there." 

"But you, Tom, you are different. You told me that I lacked trust in you, and because of that, I didn't love you. But that wasn't true. I never stopped trusting you: I made a mistake believing Harris. It wasn't a lack of trust, it was simply a mistake made when I was feeling sorry for myself and encouraged by a selfish man that only wanted to have me. I never doubted you and when I finally came face to face with my decision to punish you, I found that I couldn't. Your phone call was only the confirmation to something I had already known." 

Tom listened and felt only sadness. He had never considered anybody else's side in all of this. He was angry at Harris for manipulating Nicky with information he had about work and he had never told Nicky of his long range plans. But he had to admit that if she had known what he was doing, none of this had to happen, and Harris would still be alive because he would never have been able to use that information. 

"What do we do now? I know that I should never have left you without giving you the opportunity to tell me your side of everything. I should never have divorced you and taken our children. I know that now, but can you ever forgive me?"

Nicky looked down at the table and then back up to Tom. She had learned to face everything head on as part of her recovery and she would not stop now. 

"I don't know what will happen. I forgave you a long time ago. It was necessary that I accept my responsibility in everything that happened and I was able to move forward. Now that my sons are back, I can learn to be happy again. If I can learn to be happy, maybe we can learn to love and trust each other again. I'm willing to try."

Tom smiled at her and said, "That's all I can ask for."

All of the decisions had been made, the movers contacted, the flat sold and the turnover in management locally made. It had all been done on schedule and with time to spare. He had spoken with the boys' teachers and their records had all been transferred. They were good students and the teachers had all written glowing praise in their referrals. Since it had not been necessary for the boys to return, they were unable to say personal goodbyes but Tom took all wishes with him to give to them later. 

He flew home at the end of the week and Harry met him at the airport. He was to drive him to the new house in Saugus, close to the office. They had picked it out when he was here before and the boys were a big help. They looked at several houses with their mother and they decided on the one they finally purchased. It was beautiful and located on one of the many hills surrounding the valley. The view was outstanding, and that was what California was all about: view!




The Accident Ch. 03-04



He had flown back to Belgium the day after he and Nicky had discussed their future. The boys stayed with Betty and Harry and Nicky stayed there as well. Her apartment was a single bedroom with no place for the boys. They had not discussed living arrangements but as far as he was concerned, they would stay with him. Nicky could be with them as often as she wanted and there was certainly room for her if she chose to stay there.

When he got to the new house, he was surprised to find it already furnished and decorated. He was at a loss until he noticed that most of the furniture was from their home before their divorce. He had sold the home but had left the furniture decisions up to Betty. She had apparently saved the good stuff. It was also clear that Nicky had done most of the work, the boys helping. They had done well.

The boys were there and they greeted him as he entered. They were quite proud of the accomplishments and waited for his approval.

"The place looks great. It's good to see you boys and I have lots of things from your classmates and teachers. They are in my briefcase, so why don't you grab them now."

"Thanks Harry for the lift. I'll be OK now since the car has been delivered and is in the garage. Want to stay for a drink?"

"No thanks, Tom. I'll be heading home now. Will we see you this weekend? We could have a barbecue if you want. Might be fun."

"Sounds good Harry. I'll call tomorrow for times."

He wandered through the house, looking into all of the rooms. He noticed that the master bedroom had huge walk in closets for him and her and the bathroom had both a garden tub and a shower. He had missed those things in the flat in Belgium. He walked into the closet and noticed some new shirts and slacks and some socks. Apparently Betty or Nicky had decided he would need some things right away. He was pleased but sad. It would be lonely in this huge house with just the three of them.

He looked into the other closet, thinking that he could store his suitcases and some of the other stuff left over from the move and noticed that there were clothes on the hangers. He investigated further and found some underwear and lingerie and other women's things in the drawers. He became more and more curious and found more of the same in the bathroom. He hoped that meant what he thought it did but how to be sure.

He was trying to decide how to find out for sure when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"I hope you don't mind my using one of the closets? And I was planning on sharing the bed if you don't have any objections."

He turned with a smile and said, "I have no objections. None at all."

The end.



The Accident Ch. 03



Another month had passed and it was now mid July. The blazing heat of the summer was baking Chris as he laid outside by the pool next to Tina, his sister and his incestuous slut. She had her yellow bikini top off and was laying on her belly so as not to have tan lines across her back. She also had her g-string on to make sure she had some tan lines across her ass and her mound, at Chris's command. He had found that he loved tan lines on a girl's hips, just not on her breasts. Their mother was at the yoga studio but was due home any minute. Chris didn't care, he was just enjoying the glorious day and soaking up the sunshine. Tina had become completely his. There had been one or two minor adjustments that he had needed to make mostly to ensure that she would not be disgusted by what they were doing together and now they were simply two consenting adults.. He had not yet pushed her into some of the darker fantasies he had about tying her up and playing with her helpless body. That would come in time. He knew that she was not quite ready yet but that was fine. Chris was nothing if not patient.

As July had rolled in Chris had realized he could see much, much clearer. Fine details had started to show themselves to him. It was usually better first thing in the morning and as the day wore on his eyes would grow tired and things would become blurry but he loved the clear mornings and savored every moment of them. He looked over at the clock on the outside wall and was thrilled to discover that he could read it. Eleven-thirty. Their mom would be home any second now...

There she was in fact, opening the double doors onto the patio. He looked over at his sister, at her nearly naked form and tried not to smile too much. Their mother hadn't seen them yet and she strolled out to the pool and kicked her flip flops off. Chris admired her lithe physique and was both proud of his mother and aroused by her. Already his cock was growing in his board shorts which were suddenly much too tight and confining.

He called out to his mother," Hey mom!"

She looked up and turned, smiled as she did so, waved back then he saw her frown a bit as she saw Tina. His barefoot mother walked over slowly and he could hear her thinking what she wanted to say about the state of Tina's undress.

"Tina and I just wanted to lay out and catch some sun. Isn't it a beautiful day for it?" he smiled at his beautiful blond mother and looked up into her green eyes, catching her momentarily off guard. Before she could say anything he continued, "I think Tina is probably wearing less than she should be but I can't really tell, all I see are blurs." He laughed at himself as he lied, taking away his mother's thoughts that he shouldn't see his sister that way.

Laura was immediately relieved that Chris couldn't see his brazen sister's nearly naked ass. As she looked closer she realized she could see the pink flower of her daughter's anus and the puffy pink lips of her young pussy peaking around the thin fabric of g-string. For a moment she could only stare, mesmerized as Chris locked onto what she saw and kept his mother's eyes where he wanted them for a moment more before he released the hold.

"Yes," his mother agreed, "It's a beautiful day indeed honey." Why am I staring at Tina like that? Snap out of it! She suddenly looked over at Chris, saw him smiling at her and was again relieved that he could not see where she had been looking. Then his mother's eyes traveled down and she noticed that he had a tent in his board shorts. Laura quickly flushed and looked back towards the house, away from her handsome blond son and back at the clock on the outside stone wall.

"Your sister should cover up more. What if a neighbor sees her?" Laura complained.

"Mom," Chris said, "We have twelve foot privacy walls and there isn't a neighbor within two hundred yards. I think she's safe. In fact why don't you join us?" Chris asked as he planted the suggestion that she strip down and lay out with them. His mother had a surprisingly strong mind but he added a reinforcing thought to the idea, a reminder that he could not see clearly anyway.

"Alright, I guess," she could not believe she was agreeing to it but after all why not. Like her son had said no one could see them and Chris wasn't going to see anything he shouldn't with his vision the way it was. "Its actually a really great idea. I don't have to be back to the studio until four anyway," she said as she pulled her t-shirt up and off, revealing her black sports bra then that too came off and Chris caught his first glimpse of his mother's perfect tits. Her breasts were still high and firm with rose hued nipples that crinkled as the air hit them. She did peak over at Chris to see where he was looking but his eyes seemed unfocused so she felt fine with undressing even more. She tucked her thumbs into her yoga pants and slid them off, shimmying out of them. Chris nearly gasped when he saw that she was naked beneath the pants but managed to make it sound like a sigh. His mother looked over and asked, "Chris?"

"Its nothing mom, just wish my eyes were working," he smiled and she blushed.

"No you don't honey, there's nothing to see here," she chided but as she stood and kicked the yoga pants away she felt proud and desirable all in one. The suggestions Chris was feeding to her were making her feel sexy and horny.

"I wouldn't say that mom. I think you're totally beautiful and I'm sure all the guys think you're hot."

"He's right mom," Tina said as she looked over at their nude mother, her eyes sleepy as she rubbed at them and sat up, "You're a total hottie. Even my guy friends from school say so."

Laura just laughed and smiled at them. She didn't mind being naked in front of Tina,after all they were both women. If she believed Chris could actually see her she would never have stripped down. Laura moved towards her son and daughter, pulled a chair over next to them and placed it in front of the pair so that she could lay out and tan totally unobstructed.

"Don't let me lay out too long ok? I don't want to burn. Tina will you watch the clock?"

"Sure mom," Tina happily agreed. Chris noticed that Tina was still staring at their naked mother and as their mom adjusted the chair Chris saw what she saw. Tina was watching her mother's smooth shaven pussy and tight ass and Tina was growing wet with desire. Well, well little sister. Looks like the incest taboo is totally gone and it seems you have a surprise for me. I didn't know you were bisexual. Chris grinned and began formulating a new plan. Their mother got the chair adjusted and laid down on it face down. Her legs parted some revealing her naked sex and Chris felt his cock suddenly throb with need.

He looked over at his sister and caught her attention, 'Take off your bottoms," he mouthed to her, his eyes serious enough to let her know it was a command . She nodded and wiggled out of them then turned and spread her legs before her brother, showing him how wet she was. Her juices were running from the mouth of her cunt and down her ass crack. Her mind was on fire with lust and need for both her Master and her mother. Chris mouthed the words to her, 'Stroke that cunt slut' her eyes grew wide even as she moved her hand down to part her slick pussy lips, the pink folds opening around her finger as she began to move it back and forth over her aroused clit and swollen cuntlips. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she obeyed her Master and quietly stroked her own pussy. Tina let her head fall back, her long red hair flowing down all the way to the chair, her toes pointed towards Chris, the red painted toenails catching the sunlight. For a moment he admired the sapphic elegance of his sister.

Chris looked from his slut sister to his mother, gazing at the pussy he came from as he pushed his thoughts into his mother's mind to see what she was thinking. He was pleasantly surprised to find that his mother was thinking about the bulge in his pants and how long it had been since she'd had a nice hard cock inside her, especially in her ass. For a brief moment she thought of how Tina was dressed and wondered if her son and daughter were fucking then pushed that thought far from her mind with almost a laugh. That's ridiculous. But what if they are doing it? Would they do that? No they couldn't. They wouldn't. I would know. Chris listened to her thoughts all the while he kept repeating the suggestion that she needed a cock in her ass then he put the imagine of his groin in her mind again and he could feel her arousal slowly growing. The fires that had lain long dormant were being awakened and he saw his mother wriggle her hips and open her legs more, he was not so far away that he could not see the arousal forming as wetness on her pussy lips. They were darker than his sister's lips, a deeper shade of pinkish red. Chris loved the color of them and he was thrilled that his mother had a hairless pussy, smooth was his favorite after all.

Tina was slowly working her fingers in and out of her cunt and trying not to make a sound. Her eyes were also locked in on their mother's spread legs and the treasure between and she could also see that their mother was wet. Chris pushed a thought into his mother's mind that she really needed a cock in her ass right now and if not a cock at least a finger. He threw a quick image into her mind of her kids just laying out behind her, eyes closed and half dozing, making it into her reality, making her feel safe enough to touch herself. Immediately both of Laura's hands flew back to her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, her asshole winking at Chris and Tina. Tina gasped but her mother didn't hear it, without even thinking it his sister moved over and opened her brother's board shorts then climbed on his cock with her ass facing her Master and started to ride him fast and hard, not even caring that their mother could possibly hear them. Chris was making sure that Tina was focused on fucking his cock and that their mother could not hear them nor would she turn around and see them. She was lost in her own fantasy and she licked two fingers then moved them back to her asshole, sliding in first one then the other and slowly pumped her ass with steady strokes. Their mother was moaning softly as she fingered her own bottom and it was driving Tina wild with lust. The young slut leaned forward and grabbed the bottom of the chair, opening herself to her brother and Master even more and mimicking her mother as she licked her own finger and slid it into her own ass while riding faster and harder. The moment her finger spread her asshole, she came. Tina shrieked like a banshee as she exploded in orgasm. The rush of pleasure was so great that she momentarily passed out and flopped forward as Chris pumped her now sodden cunt. As he watched their mother finger her asshole he started to cum and he shot a huge load of his sticky seed into his sister, white washing her womb with thick jets of cum. A moment later his mother came hard, her pussy gushing over the deck chair as she soaked it through from finger fucking her asshole.

Chris gently disengaged from his sister and laid her back on her own deckchair, positioning her so it looked like she was laying as she was before their mother joined them. Then he laid back himself while leaving his boardshorts off. His cock was wet and shiny, slick and throbbing from fucking his slut sister. Chris closed his eyes and felt for his mother's mind, releasing the hold he had on it so that when she turned she would see that he and his sister were both naked and laying out in the sun.

Laura turned shakily and sat up. She hadn't cum that hard in many, many years and she had done it while thinking of her son's cock fucking her ass. As she focused on her son she saw that his cock was free of the shorts. The sight made her freeze for a moment and she studied her son's long thick cock. It's magnificent, she thought, not too big and not too small, nice and thick. It looks so delicious...and so wet. I haven't seen it in years and my boy has grown up.Then she looked over at her daughter and saw how puffy Tina's pussy lips were, how wet and shiny. Maybe its just the heat...yes. It must be the heat. But if I didn't know better I'd swear they were fucking. Wait, why am I even looking at them!?! Her eyes however were drawn back to Chris's cock. All the while he was pushing suggestion after suggestion to his mother and image after image. Wearing her mind down until she finally stood up and walked over to her son. Her brain shrieked at her even as she leaned down to take a hold of Chris's cock and slowly begin stroking it. Cum, shiny liquid cream, leaked from the tip of his cock and before she could stop herself she was sucking the head ravenously into her mouth. Hungry for her son's seed.

Chris just nodded, pleased with the control he was exerting on both his sister and mother now. He kept their minds under his power. It was easy with his sister, she was his body and soul but his mother was fighting his control even while doing his bidding. He delved into her psyche and saw that she had once been abused by a friend of her deceased father. Chris had never met this friend of the family but it seemed he too was deceased. As he read his mother's thoughts he saw that the man who had abused her had abused his own children and she had sworn to herself she would never do such a thing. Even as she was hungrily sucking her son's cock Laura was crying so Chris took that thought and replaced it a warm loving feeling between son, daughter and mother. He mentally made it ok for her to be sexual with her children, now that they were all adults, and them with her in turn. He took away the pain of the abuse and instead replaced it with fantasies of himself dominating his sister and his mother. The tears stopped and his mother started sucking with gusto now. Her soft lips were wrapped tightly to his shaft and he read from her thoughts that she knew his cock tasted like pussy and cum. His mother's mind leaped to the idea that it was Tina's pussy she was tasting and this thought made her orgasm. Chris did not even have to prompt it, it just occurred naturally. Laura moaned in the back of her throat, making his cock vibrate, the pleasure shooting up his spine. He could hardly believe what was happening even though he had wrought it. His beautiful mother was lovingly sucking his cock, it was once again rampant and ragingly hard. The head was purple and swollen as it popped in and out of his mother's mouth. His sister Tina was stirring and she looked up then gasped in surprise to see what her mother was doing.

"Master," Tina whispered as she watched their mother, "Are you going to make mom your slut too?"

The words sent a surge through him and also through Laura. As much as Chris liked the idea, their mother seemed to like it even more. Her mind exploded with images of her being submissive to her son and also at times to her daughter. Once again her pussy spasmed and Laura came hard, she shook as she dove down onto Chris's cock and took it into her throat. With a will, she fellated her son wildly while her daughter watched. Tina could only stare at how hungrily their mother sucked on Chris.

"Yes I am," he groaned. "She's going to be my slut just like you Tina. My slut mother and my slut sister," he gripped his mom's long red hair and held her head to his cock while pumping the swollen shaft in and out of her mouth. "You're my slut too mom. My slut mother. You will obey my every command and you will desire me always above all others. You will be the second woman in my harem and you will not be jealous of any others but will always seek to please me in every way."

Laura could only nod. Lost in submissive bliss and heated lust, her mind afire with the idea of being a slut for her son and Master. Though she could say nothing as Chris took her mouth and throat in her mind she was saying Yes! Yes! Yes!

"Get on your back Tina," Chris said as he had a wicked idea, "and spread your legs. Mom get on top of Tina so that your wet cunt is resting on your daughter's slutty mouth. I want you to to 69 each other," he gave the command firmly and they both moved to obey. Their bodies suffused with hedonistic thoughts and wildly erotic images. His slut sister eagerly spread her legs wide while his slut mother moved with equal desire over her daughter's mouth. With no more prompting the two began feasting on one another, they sucked and licked each other's wet soft cunts while Chris looked on with an aching member.

"Spread mom's ass open Tina. I want to fuck her slutty asshole," Chris hissed and heard his mother moan against his sister's cunt. There were no thoughts from either of them about how wrong the situation was, they were both firmly under his control. Tina gripped their mother's firm ass in her small hands and spread it open lewdly. There was his mother's dusky pink star, waiting for his cock to come and claim it. Chris wet the head of his cock with his mother's dripping slut heat, soaking it fully before pressing the tip to her anal ring and moving forward gently. He heard his slut mother moan again but she pressed eagerly back for me so he leaned forward and pushed firmly until the head popped past the firm muscle and in then he pressed further into her making her take more and more of his cock until he was almost fully inside his mother's ass.

"You love having your ass fucked don't you my slut mother? You love having it spread open on a nice thick cock like mine?" Chris was surprised at himself. At the words he was saying even as he knew them to be true.

"Yes I do. I love it. Fuck my ass Chris. Fuck your mother's slutty asshole," she was nearly begging, her eyes wild with lust as she turned to look at him and hump her ass back onto his dick. His balls were slapping against her smooth ass cheeks, his cock was suddenly pistoning in and out. He watched and exulted as his mother leaned forward and began licking Tina's soaking wet cunt. He heard his sister moaning whorishly and felt her tongue on his balls as they slapped against his mother's pussy.

"You will call me Master from now on my slut. While we are alone or with other women in the harem I am your Master understand," he hissed at her as he started to drive into her with deep and powerful thrusts. His slut mother moaned and bucked beneath him, she accepted his words as true just as she accepted her new place as her son and Master's slut.

"Yesssss," she hissed as her daughter held her ass spread wide for their master, "You are my Master now and I am your slut. Tina and I are both your sluts," the words triggered another orgasm from her and she gushed all over Tina's lips and face, she soaked her daughter's pretty face with pussy juices while her Son, her Master pumped her asshole full of his incestuous dick. "Fuck your mother's ass Master! Fuck it and fill it with your cum!"

Chris shuddered with pleasure and came hard, he sprayed his second hot thick load of the day into his mother. He filled her slut ass full of his seed and marked it as his. Both of these beautiful sluts were his now and forever more. As he held very still, he leaned down and whispered in his mother's ear, "Mine." She moaned in reply, her face resting against Tina's cunt as she tried to calm her breathing down. As Chris slowly pulled out he felt Tina's tongue licking his balls and his shaft, getting the cum that was leaking there. His sister then pulled the tip of his cock down into her mouth and sucked it clean of cum before releasing it and smiling up at her brother and Master, her face covered with their mother's juices.

"Get up my sluts. Get in the pool and rinse off," he commanded them and led the way into the warm water. He jumped in and the felt immeasurably better both mentally and physically. He was amazed at how well things were going and he was very grateful. As he came back to the surface he saw his mother and sister both coming back up and swimming over towards him. He leaned back against the wall of the pool and put his arms out on the concrete deck, holding himself there as each of his girls snuggled up to him, one on either side.




The Accident Ch. 03



"Now I am truly happy," he said aloud to no one particular. He looked at his sister and she smiled devotedly back at him. Then he looked over at his mother and she too returned his loving look. "Both of you are so beautiful. I could not ask for anything more."

This made his mother laugh," Yes you could Master. You could also have your aunt, my sister. Maybe she would enjoy being your slut as well. I know she hasn't had sex in a very long time."

"Isn't she married my slut mother?" Chris asked. He did not want to break up a happy marriage.

His mother shook her head, her blonde locks slicked back from the water and she smiled her stunning smile, "She is technically married but not happily married. She wants a divorce, she's told me so many times. I can't believe I'm suggesting this. What has become of me?" she sighed ruefully as her son grabbed hold of her ass and squeezed.

"You're my slut now mother. You don't need to worry about things like that. But if you do think she might add to my happiness then we should arrange to have her come over here. Perhaps Tina and I could lay out by the pool again," he suggested. His mother nodded and her face grew thoughtful.

"Maybe..." her voice trailed off. "That might work but I actually think it would be better if I were out here naked by the pool too. Then she wouldn't feel as awkward." The plan seemed to make sense to his mother and Chris told her to arrange it for next week. All Chris wanted was to get to know his mother much more intimately.

"So, can you see then my son and Master?" his mother asked, her voice sounded concerned.

"I can see a little better than I let on, yes, " he replied," but by the end of the day everything does get blurry again."

She nodded then said, "We don't have to tell your aunt that. Its probably better if Cynthia thinks you can't see. " His mother smiled at her son and daughter, her heart light and happy, her body suffused with the feeling that this was right and proper and that she was home. She did not worry about the expectations of society or social mores. She no longer cared about that. All she wanted to do was to make her son and Master happy along with her daughter. "I do want to know how long you two have been going at this."

Tina laughed brightly,"Oh mom, who cares? I mean it doesn't really matter now but its only been about a month." Chris nodded once in agreement, the warm water lapping against his chest and neck.

For a brief moment Laura was saddened at this news but Chris took the thought away and replaced it with a disappointment that she had not been a slut to her son for the same amount of time as Tina had been. "I wish I could have joined you sooner," she sighed and pouted a bit.

"Its ok," Chris reassured her," because you're with me now. You and Tina are both with me and I will take very good care of you always." Both girls smiled at this remark and snuggled into their Master once more. 



The Accident Ch. 03



Lowering myself down on his hard cock I looked over my shoulder at Bill, who was rubbing some lube on his hard shaft. I smiled and began to thrust up and down on the hard cock buried in my pussy, waiting for Bill to slip behind me and give me his cock in my asshole.

It didn't take long, and the feeling of having two hot, large, and rock hard cocks in me at once sent me over the edge. I started to cum and kept cumming as they fucked my ass and pussy together. The orgasm's I had were intense though short, but I kept having them over and over again. Part of it was my mind and the nasty thoughts I was having as these two men fucked me like I was just a play toy for them.

When I felt their hot cum filling both my holes I had a huge orgasm that caused me to pass out for a bit. Coming awake a bit later, I found Bill's cock dangling in front of my face and without any thought, I took him into my mouth and sucked him deeply. The client took a shower and left as I gave Bill a blowjob, and after Bill came in my mouth, I took a shower and headed home. 

I had mixed feelings for quite some time after that night, and didn't allow Bill to have me until the night of the accident. I had grown to like having the illicit sex and the things that Bill would do to me, and when he pressed harder than usual that night, I relented, and once again, went with him to the motel. It was on the way back to the office that I had gotten real horny again, and started to give him a blowjob. As he drove he was telling me how I would be so good at helping gain new contracts by offering myself to him and the clients we took to dinner. 

The more he talked about me doing other men, and maybe even groups of men at once, the hornier I got. I was taking his cock all the way to its base when the drunk driver hit us. The impact caused me to fall towards the floor of the car as Bill was trying to get us stopped. I tasted blood in my mouth, never knowing that I had bit him pretty hard until after we got to the hospital.

Sitting in the ER, I knew that I had really messed up my marriage. The longer I sat there and John didn't show, the more fearful I got. I did love my husband. I had always loved him. Why I had done what I did with Bill still mystified me, and I had no reason, no excuse, no anything to offer as to why I had not only done it the first time, but let it continue as I had.

When John hadn't come to get me, I was finally forced to call my mother. She was concerned for my well being of course, and asked lots of questions about the accident. Questions I couldn't answer without telling about the cheating wife I had become. When I got home, I got rid of mom, hoping that John wouldn't kill me on first site. 

The look in his eyes...the pain, the knowledge that his formerly proper and chaste wife had been cheating with another man...the hurt I had caused him by that cheating...I felt as low as I ever had in my life. Then, his reaction was not what I would ever have expected too. I could tell he was trying hard to hold in his temper, but his statements about Bill and I were so...calm. So...at times he almost sounded like he was just curious about a co-worker and the day we had instead of a husband asking about a cheating wife's lover.

The hours went by slowly and the longer I was around John, the worse I began to feel. I saw that whatever else I had done, my cheating had probably destroyed my marriage and John's love for me. When he wanted me to tell him all the details, I was at first shocked, then after realizing why he wanted the details, I was afraid.

How do you tell a husband of so many years, how do you tell your one true love, what you did with another man? How you did things with that man that you never allowed or even thought about trying with the one person you loved more in your life? How do you tell a loving husband why you allowed yourself to have multiple sessions of sex with another? How could I have done what I did and not have kept that guilt I had the first time?

All those questions, then when he questioned my faithfulness before...from our dating days to the time the affair really started. How was I supposed to ensure that I was an honest person after having lied, cheated, and gone outside our marriage like I had? I wanted to die. I seriously contemplated suicide when John walked out that door that night too.

Cry. I had never cried as much in my life as I did those first four weeks we were separated. I just knew that we were finished as man and wife then. The handwriting was on the wall. Old friends stopped coming by to see me; I was personna-non-grata at the parties and events. 

At work I was looked upon with distrust by the female co-workers, who had once been friendly to me. The males...well, in their eyes I was a first class slut and they constantly hit on me. Bill avoided me, and since he too was separated from his wife, we made sure to keep away from each other if nobody else was around.

I finally had to quit when three men in one morning hit on me. One of them insisted that I give up some pussy to him because I was now the official company slut. When he said that I broke into tears. I knew that the reason he said it was to push me into fucking him, but he really hadn't understood my actions or me at all. Of course, I didn't even understand what I had done.

I quit that afternoon, and left the building. The last thing I heard was the front receptionist yelling at me.

"Well, slut, I hope you're much more reserved at your next job. Oh, are you going to be working down on 5th and Masterson?"

5th and Masterson. The 'red-light' district. Where all the hookers hung out. I had pretty much destroyed my reputation in business, and a job that I had loved. The city, while large, wasn't that large and I knew that eventually, my reputation would come back to haunt me. I looked for and found a job in a totally different type of business. Even using my maiden name to help hide the truth from everyone.

I also became celibate. I was tested several times for STD's. I stayed away from all men. I worked, went home, slept and then went to work. Any shopping I did, I did right after work on my way home, and I didn't waste any time doing it. 

My mother called me daily, and I would keep the talk short and about anything but John and I and our marriage. Mom and dad tried to get me out and about, but I wouldn't for fear of...well I really didn't know why, but the thought of going out scared me to death.

I had dreams every night and they were always about John. I missed him terribly, and even though I knew I had truly hurt him and driven him away, I had some little slim hope that he would one day come back for me. Maybe even forgive me for the pain and suffering I had caused him.

Then came that day I saw him in the restaurant with that other woman. My God, she was beautiful. I had gotten a phone call from someone...leaving a message on my answering machine. Something about my husband was about to become a single man attached already. It was a man's voice; one that I just couldn't help but think was that guy in the office that had demanded sex from the 'company slut'.

I went there, hoping against hope that I wouldn't see John there. Then, as I sat down, I saw them. They were close together, whispering to each other. I was crushed. I had, for all appearances, lost my husband to another woman. One who looked better, younger, and far sexier than I was. I was sure I had no chance now of saving my marriage.

Then, as I sat there, she suddenly got up, and crying, almost ran past my table. John had gotten up to follow her...then he saw me. The look he gave me. I felt cold. So cold. John had a look that was like I was some kind of insect that had irritated him. I was afraid for a moment that he was going to 'stamp' out that insect too. I got up and stumbled out of the restaurant, right behind that woman.

As we waited for a cab, I could hear her muttering.

"Bastard. I thought we meant something to each other. Son of a Bitch. Oh...damn."

I felt bad for her, even if she had been fucking my husband. John had evidently changed a lot. I couldn't imagine him being mean or a bastard. I couldn't imagine what he had done or said to hurt her so, but I knew that the John I knew would never have done that to me. Not intentionally.

I began to fear that John had begun to hate women now, all because of me. He hated me so much that he blamed all women for my having cheated on him. That had to be it. The look he had given me. It could have been deep hatred. Of me. Me, his former wife. His former faithful yet now, cheating slut of a wife.

That night at home I was despondent. I felt like I had reached the end of my world. It was over for sure. Over the next few days...actually week, John called and left messages for me. He wanted to talk. I was sure it was to tell me he was filing for divorce now. Out of fear, I didn't respond to his calls or messages.

Then, about three months later, I decided we had to do something. We couldn't go on like this. We needed to either finish our marriage or try to fix it. This hovering around as we were was only driving each of us crazy. 

I had been going to a shrink for a while and she had been able to help me figure out why I had done what I did with Bill. She had also helped me to see that I still loved John far too much to just walk away without a fight. I had to confront him and find out one way or the other. 

One night I got up my best brave front and drove to his place. I waited for him only for a few minutes when he showed up. He looked surprised to see me. I noticed that he looked like he had lost some weight and sleep too. Circles under his eyes and a shadow...some kind of dark secret being carried around. I knew what that was. 

We talked. I found out about that other woman, and the finding out was painful to me. Even though I already knew that he must have been intimate with her, hearing him say it cut me to the bone. And I had the benefit of a warning. I now had somewhat of a feeling of what I had put John through. Only, what I had done was far, far worse in my mind. I had not had a reason to do what I did, while John had every reason in the world to do what he did.

Our first talk was rough, and broken. I left with some hope that maybe we could save our marriage. But I knew that it would take a lot of hard work and on my part, extreme sacrifice. I knew that John would be suspicious of any contacts I had at all. I could tell that every phone call that was for me would cause suspicion, that each time I left for work he would be wondering. 

I wondered if I was going to be strong enough to stand up to that kind of scrutiny or would I fail miserably? That night in my bed at my apartment I tossed and turned. His words in my mind, my responses, me wondering if I had said everything just the way it was meant, was it all taken like I meant...I replayed that whole conversation over and over.

The next morning I was drained. I called in sick and just sat around the house moping. My visit to the shrink was eventful though. She pointed out that we had taken steps to correct the wrongs in our marriage. She also pointed out that even though John had cheated, it hadn't probably been a 'revenge fuck' but a mixed up man trying to find his way, and a pretty aggressive woman having come on to him strong.

Then, one night Bill called. I was stunned. Flat stunned.

"Why did you call me and how did you get my number?"

"Well, I called because I thought that if you and your husband aren't back together we might go out and have dinner or something. I find myself a single divorced man at the moment. Oh, I got your phone number from work. You left it and your forwarding address."

"Well, I'm not divorced...yet. I don't ever want to see you again either. We have done enough to each other now. I don't want to do anything with you, talk to you, or see you. I am only thinking of one man from now on, regardless of what happens between us. I will only ever love one man."

"So you and your hubby are still married yet?"

"Yes. Maybe not for long, but we are still married and I am fighting to stay that way. If we should get divorced I will never be with another man anyway. I couldn't. I just couldn't. Even if I were to change my mind, I sure wouldn't want to be with any man that I had cheated on my husband with again. I would appreciate it if you never tried to contact me again Bill. Never."

"Okay. I'm sorry you feel that way Sue. I truly am. Goodbye."

After we hung up I found myself shaking. Hot tears running down my cheeks as I thought back to that terrible day when John had confronted me about my cheating. Would I ever be able to put this all behind me and go on with my life? Would that life include John or had I lost him too?



The Accident Ch. 04



We had been apart for months and just now were beginning to talk to each other. I could see that John still had issues in very serious ways, as did I. I couldn't seem to stop apologizing to him for having cheated, and he couldn't seem to forgive me for it either. We were at a proverbial Mexican standoff.

One day while at my psychologist's she started me on why I had let Bill talk me into having sex that first time. I described the feelings of ugliness and inferiority I had been having and how all the flirting and suggestive conversation had warmed me up and made me an easy target. 

As the hour went on I began to realize that Bill had intentionally set me up. I began to remember things from before that first time when Bill had made mention of my being beautiful and sexy. How lucky John had been to have me, and other things. Bit by bit it all came out. Suddenly I realized that I had been 'turned' by a true professional.

My doctor then asked me other questions about things that had happened. Mostly why I had done this or done that for Bill and never had let John. The farther that session went the angrier I got at Bill. By the end of the session, which had run over by an hour, I realized that Bill was not nor ever had been a 'nice' guy. He had targeted me and then using his best moves, brought me under his spell.

Shocked after that meeting I just sat in my car in front of my place. I couldn't cry or even get physically angry yet. I was remembering all the things Bill had said over that time and finally, for the first time, clearly saw how he had set me up and reeled me in.

That night I just fumed for several hours as I first bathed then ate my dinner. I was alone now because I had let myself be sweet-talked into cheating on my husband and I had never seen it being done. Even now I wasn't a non-target as Bill had just tried to re-establish contact with me.

Armed with the knowledge I had now, with the help of my 'shrink' I knew that somehow I had to get even on that bastard. He had used me, and in using me, he had used John too. At different times he had insinuated that John must have been cheating on me here or there. I had always denied that but deep down those accusations must have worked on my inner self-doubts.

After our first time and my being reluctant to do any more with him, I realized that he had been working on me here and there still. With my eyes wide open now, I could clearly see where I had been misled and hooked. Ashamed at myself I knew that I was lucky that we had been in that accident when we were or by now I would have been the company whore. 

Shaking and crying, I sat in my kitchen wondering if John would ever be able to forgive me. My undoing had been neglect, but not neglect on John's part. It had been neglect on my part in trying to have a better relationship with the man I had loved for so long. 

The ringing of the phone brought me back to the real world.

"Hello?"

"Sue...I...look, I know that I've been pretty hard on you lately. I want to try to work things out a bit better than I have been. Could we...uh...look...I want to start all over. Can we do that?"

"Start over? Like how? I'm not sure what you mean John."

"How about a date?"

"A date?"

"Yeah. How about for tomorrow night around seven?"

"Uh...yeah. Sure. I mean...I'd love to. Seven it is."

"Great. I'll pick you up at your place then. Uh...dress up just a tad bit. We're going to the Laredo."

I was stunned. The Laredo was the first place we had gone to as a married couple. It was there that we had talked about our future together. It was there that he had actually first proposed to me. I wondered if he was trying to send me a message.

"The Laredo John? Why there? I mean, I'm more than happy to go there with you, but..."

"Because I want a fresh start Susan and because that is where everything went right for us a long time ago. I want the best chance for us and I have come to realize that in order to do that we need positive influences. The Laredo is one of those places for us. Can you understand what I'm getting at?"

"Yes. I agree. We do need to make the most of what time we do spend together. The Laredo brings back good memories to me too John. It really does."

I was excited and happy. It appeared that John wanted us to succeed at this too. For the first time I began to see a possible future with my husband. One that just might be full of happiness instead of sadness. I fell asleep that night with my head in the clouds and thoughts of what I would wear on our date.

When I asked Susan to go out with me to the Laredo, I thought for a moment that she was going to refuse. I misunderstood her happiness to be sadness. I guess I thought she would think that since that is where it all started for us, that this would be where I ended it for us too.

I had no such thoughts. In my time with the shrink I had come to realize that even though Susan had cheated on me...on us, I still loved her. That one thing had not changed. The other thing was something the shrink had mentioned that had caused me to think harder about. Why had Susan cheated on me in the first place?

After some thought I decided that Bill had never been innocent. I remembered a few times when I had been present, like at Christmas or other parties for her work. He had always been kind of snide to me. His comments had been putdown in a mild sense, but always Susan had heard them. Also, several times he had made a big deal of my looking at some daringly dressed or underdressed as it were co-worker of Sue's too.

I began to see a pattern when I thought back over the year or so he had been Sue's boss. He had been manipulating her all that time. I was sure of it now. Sue had been under fire from day one on his first day on the job with her. 

I began to think about that, and then decided to check up on Mr. Bill Samuel's and his history. A friend of mine was a cop in the city where Bill had come from. I asked him if he could find out anything about him for me. What he told me sent shivers down my spine and caused me to want to go hunting right away. I had other thoughts immediately too...and those were of the more calculating kind.

I found out that Mr. Samuels had been involved three times with the police in his last city. One of those times he had been caught in a compromising position with another man's wife. A wife that happened to work under him. In more ways than one.

Another time he had been involved in an altercation at a motel. It seems that an angry husband had shown up while Mr. Bill was doing the nasty with the husband's wife. There had been a third man involved, but his name was not on the report as he had disappeared while the questioning had been going on.

The third time had been a traffic ticket. He had gotten a DUI, and at that time he had another woman in his car with him that was not his wife. They had both been taken in, and both had posted bail through his lawyer.

I realized that Bill Samuels was a very dangerous man to married women. He was a predator in a most insidious way. I realized too that Susan had not known his history, nor had his employers. I began to wonder how many women and marriages he had ruined in his time?

Armed with this knowledge I decided I needed to let Susan know. I figured that if I had a date with her, we could talk about him and what he had done to us, and possibly we would be able to finally put this behind us once and for all.

I also began to work out a revenge for him too. I was angry enough that he had done this all on purpose now, that I was willing to go way out of my way to see he got what was coming to him. In my mind, he needed to be put into some kind of hell of his own making. A hell that would not let him off the hook for a long time.

I made sure of where he was living from calling his employer and pretending I was a client who wanted to send him a personal item for being so nice to me. The secretary at first was evasive, but once I mentioned several things that I knew about a certain client, she came out with what I needed fairly easily. It had paid for me to keep some memory of Susan's papers she would work on at home once in a while.

Next, I made a few calls to some women who had been in the information the cop friend had gotten me. After a few hours of calls and talk, I had part of what I needed. The rest would come with time. I then began to map out my revenge on Bill Samuels. 

We met that night at the Laredo as planned. John looked so handsome. My heart was beating wildly when I first saw him standing there waiting for me. I walked up, hoping that what I had chosen to wear wasn't too slutty, but still sexy enough for him to build a desire for me. I wanted so much for everything to go right on this date.

"Hey handsome. You are looking very good tonight."

"Well, you are sure beautiful. Really, you are. Gorgeous. I mean it Sue, truly you are."

His stare was one of lust and desire. I felt a light blush go over my body as I realized that I was secretly enjoying his lustful staring. He was the only man I wanted doing that from now on. 

"Oh yeah...I love it when you talk that way about me handsome. Don't ever stop."

We walked in, arm in arm. I felt so happy knowing that he was looking at me with desire. His eyes had always gave way to his inner thoughts to me. At least I always thought so. I felt like a Queen as he led me to our table. 

"So, we'll order and then talk. Sound okay to you?"

"John, I want to say something. It's important. Well, to me anyway."

"Okay then. Go ahead."

He was looking at his menu, and holding it so I couldn't see his eyes at all. This gave me pause for thought. Was this a ploy or was he really interested in the menu items? I decided to plunge ahead and tell him what I had figured out about Bill. Get it out of the way right away. Then, whatever happened later on tonight, so be it.

"John, please. It's important...well to me anyway. It is what I figured out about...Bill."

I saw his hands freeze in motion. I knew that I had his full attention, even if he wasn't looking into my eyes. I waited until he finally dropped his menu. The look in his eyes actually scared me for a moment. Then I realized it had been Bill's name that had caused that look, not me.

"I figured out that Bill must have used me. I know that isn't an excuse, and I should have withstood his manipulations, but looking back, he set me up a long time before we actually ever did anything. Matter of fact I..."

The look in John's eyes caused me to falter in my speech. I had prepared it all to get it over with right away. Yet, something in John's eyes told me that what I was saying wasn't new to him. Matter of fact, at that moment, I wouldn't have given a plugged nickel for Bill's life. It was the darkest I had ever seen in John's eyes, even when he had first found out about Bill and I.

His interruption was quick and concise.

"He used you Sue. He manipulated you like he had done to at lest four other women. I checked up on that bastard. You were not the first to fall under his spell. You will be the last though. No matter what happens to us, he will never again do what he did to you and those other women again."

"What have you done?"

"Nothing yet Sue. I have something planned though. He will learn to not fool around with married women from now on."

"You're not going to do something stupid are you John? I mean, I have not come this far to lose you now. Please tell me that you haven't planned something real bad to happen to him."

"Are you protecting him? Is that it Sue? You want him to get off scot free?"

"NO. But I don't want to lose you just when I have a chance of getting you back either. He's not worth it John. I love you too much to lose you now."

"Sue, he won't be physically hurt, he'll just get a hard lesson in what happens to someone who messes around with married women. That I'll have a minor part in it is sweet for me. He will learn though. The steps have been taken. This time next week, he'll wish he had never seen you or those other women."

"OH God...what have you done? You can't harm him or the cops will bust you. You can't go to jail for this...this...asshole. John, please tell me that you haven't done something that will send you away from me now."

"Relax Sue. Nothing illegal is about to happen. Matter of fact, he will have done it all to himself. He is going to learn the hard way that he can't use and manipulate women again. Trust me on this Sue. Nothing illegal is going to happen."

I relaxed a bit. I wondered what he had planned to happen to Bill. I now knew for sure that John was a very hard man when he wanted to be. Controlled and hard. This knowledge was a bit scary for me to accept as I wondered if he had plans for me too?

Our dinner went smoothly and we even talked like old friends for the first time. Nothing more was said about Bill and I didn't bring it up at all. After dinner we took a walk, and while walking John reached out and took my hand. 

My heart began to beat wildly; my lips seemed to be dry. As I licked them, I saw John looking at me with a very intimate look. I turned to ask him what and as I did, his lips crushed against mine. His tongue slipped between my lips and began to explore my mouth. I hugged him tightly, loving him and what he was doing.

I could feel my nipples harden and a flood of juices hit my pussy. My God, I was so hot for him I about came just kissing him. As we kissed, he took me into his strong arms and held me close to his hard body. I could tell he had been working out. The muscles of his stomach rippled against mine, and I worked to press harder against him.

My hands went to his ass cheeks, and gripped tightly. Pulling him into me, I broke our kiss and began to rain kisses on his throat and upper chest. Right between the shirt lapels, where the hair on his chest started. He smelled so clean and sexy. I had a hunger for him now. A real deep need to have him completely. I want him to fuck me and fuck me hard. 

"Down girl. We are in public here. Let's go home."

"I don't care where we are John. I want you. It's been too long. I need you. I need you to take me back. Make me yours. Please. Oh, God John, I love you so much. I've missed you. Please...take me tonight? Please tell me that you love me? Please tell me that you want me, need me?"

He looked at me, not saying a word. Taking my hand he led me to his car and opened the door. I got in; my breathing was hard and uneven. I had never been so horny in my life. Never. I would have let him fuck me naked on the hood of his car right there in that well lit parking lot. I just wanted him like I had never wanted a man before.

As we drove to his place I moved over closer to him. My hand was on his inner thigh, and at a stoplight, I began to massage the rather large lump in his pants. He looked into my eyes, then putting an arm around me; he began to kiss me. The sudden honking behind us told us the light had changed.

As John drove on, I bent down and unzipped his pants. Working his now very hard cock out of his pants proved to be difficult, but I got it done. Then, as he drove, I began to lick and suck on his cock. I paid extra attention to the head and soft underneath side of his shaft. 

At one point I felt him swerve a bit, and realized that if I kept it up, we could get into a car wreck. I backed off, sitting upright. I kept my hand on his hot and oh-so-hard shaft. Playing with his cock, as he drove, I kissed his neck and cheek.

"Hey, be careful there honey. I'm driving."

"Driving me crazy with lust maybe. God I want you John."

"Look, I want you to know...I'm not sure...that is I mean...uh...I'm not sure how I'll..."

"John, I love you and I think that in spite of everything, you still love me. We will work through this. Tonight I just want to be your little...I want to be your lover. No matter what, I will be patient with you and things will be okay."

His nervous laugh made me have a few doubts. I think he was worried about having sex with me. After all, this would be the first time since...the accident. I was nervous too. I was fearful that he might get angry with me and hurt me. Fearful that he might not stay turned on, maybe even walk out on me in disgust. Neither of us had any idea of what would happen later, and I'm sure we were both afraid.

At his place, just as he opened the door, I attacked him. I was too horny, too worked up, and wanted him too much to hold any restraint. It had been months since I had had any kind of sex. It had been longer than I cared to remember.

I stripped off John's clothes in record time, and as he began to work on mine, I stopped him. I moved away and began to strip as sexily and sultry as I could. With no music to guide me, I just tried to remember a certain song and with it in my head, I began to dance and strip.

John's eyes lit up as I undid my blouse, and then, while he almost drooled, I pushed my dress down my legs. In my bra, panties, garter-belt and stockings, I danced over to him and rubbed up against his naked body. 

His cock was standing straight up, hard as steel. I trapped it between my tummy and his, and ground against it. My lips were on his neck and chest, kissing and licking him. I felt him each around and undo my bra. Stepping back a bit, I shrugged it off my shoulders, baring my hard nipples to him.

He bent, and soon I felt his soft tongue caressing them. Each time it would slip across the end of one or the other nipple, I would moan. The feeling was so delicious and so sexy; I almost came with just his tongue stimulating them. I wanted more though. 

Breaking away from his tongue was hard, but I managed to do it. I then went to my knees. Taking his cock into my mouth, I began to suck. I worked more and more of it into my mouth until I felt the head of his cock bumping against my throat. His hands were in my hair, holding my head, as I began to deep throat his cock. When my nose crushed against his pubic hair I heard him moan loudly.

Looking up as his cock throbbed in my throat, I saw his eyes on me. When they made contact with my eyes, I felt him throb even harder. 

"Oh...God. Sue. What you're doing...is...wonderful. I love it. I...love...you."

I backed off, and then with his hands still in my hair, I began to work up and down on his hard cock, wanting it to spurt into my throat as I face fucked it. I went faster and faster, trying my best to get him to shoot off. I spent a few minutes literally bouncing back and forth until I felt his cock throbbing and beginning to jerk. 

As John began to shoot, I moved my head to about half way down on his shaft. Holding my lips tightly around it, I squirmed as his scalding hot cum hit the back of my mouth and throat. I held him tightly like that until he finished shooting all his cum. Then I took all of his cock, to the base, and gulped his cum in several swallows. 

His hands remained in my hair, and I started to work my head up and down, getting him hard right away again. I kept up the blowjob until he was once again rock hard. I brought him close to orgasm again, then pulling off his shaft I stood up. 

He took my head in his hands, and began to kiss me. I tried to turn my head so that his lips wouldn't touch mine, fearing that he would be turned off by the taste of his cum on my lips. He forced his lips onto mine, and then I felt his tongue pressing between my lips. I parted them, allowing him to lick the inside of my mouth, my teeth, and then my lips.

I was shocked. This was something that we had never done before. Ever. I had never let him cum in my mouth, let alone gone all the way down on his cock like I just had. To have him tasting his cum in my mouth and liking it was another thing we hadn't done either.

He picked me up, and carried me to the bedroom. Once there, he pulled off my thong panties, and leaving my stockings and garter-belt on, he laid me carefully on the bed. I was on my back and he was at my feet. His strong hands caressed my legs, then spread them wide. He crawled up between my legs, and before I knew what was going on, his hot breath was at my pussy. I had trimmed it close wanting to do something special for him, and obviously it didn't go unnoticed. 




The Accident Ch. 04



Chris's mother wanted to invite her sister over the very next day. The weather was supposed to be bright and sunny again so Laura thought it best to bring Cynthia over under the pretense of enjoying the pool. Initially Chris had some reservations about this as he wasn't confident he would be able to influence the minds of three people at once. The evening before his aunt visited he thought long and hard about it and he believed it would be fine so he gave his mother the go ahead and she made the phone call almost immediately. Chris listened in as his aunt readily agreed to come swim the next afternoon and said she would welcome the break from the day to day grind. There was more to the conversation with his aunt explaining how miserable she was and how her husband Rick was surely cheating on her with one of his secretaries. Laura listened but did not offer advice, merely support and the promise that the following day would be better.

That night Chris slept alone to the chagrin of his sister and mother but he wanted to focus. He made sure that both of his girls were very sleepy so that they would be well rested in the morning. Then he decided to meditate and ran through several scenarios on how the events of the next day might go. He also began to question himself: Am I abusing this? Am I becoming something I would hate? Why haven't I used this for good at all yet? Late into the night, these thoughts heavy on his conscience, he finally drifted off to sleep. 

The first thing he felt when he awoke the next morning was a soft mouth sucking on his hard member. He didn't open his eyes right away he simply lay still and enjoyed the attention for the moment. The mouth on his cock grew more insistent and he felt fingers on his balls gently rolling and caressing his heavy sac, he was being sucked and stroked skillfully. Finally he opened his eyes to see his mother's flaxen locks framing her face, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked her son and Master's manhood.

"Mmmm good morning My slave mother," he whispered to her and she replied by squeezing his balls once gently while increasing the suction in her mouth, her tongue slid along the sensitive vein on the underside of his shaft. It took Chris only a moment more before he came hard and growled his pleasure. The hot seed sprayed into the back of her throat and she wantonly sucked it all down until there was no cum left in his cock then she licked the tip clean and kissed the head.

"I love your cock my Master, its so wonderfully thick and hard," she purred to her son. "I dreamt about it last night," she blushed as she moved up over top of her son and spread her thighs above his hips, she guided his still hard phallus with her hand and slid her dripping cunt down the thick length then slowly rotated her hips and moaned. Her hands moved sensuously up her own belly to her large tits, she cupped and squeezed them then moaned even louder as she began to bounce up and down on her son and Master's cock. Her pace quickened as her passion increased and Chris watched and marveled at the transformation of this woman from his lovely and chaste mother to this needy wanton fucktoy gyrating above him. Her fingers played across her breasts then came to rest upon her dusky nipples. She gripped the hard little nubs then pinched and twisted and moaned louder.

"Ride my cock. Take it nice and deep in your cunt mother, welcome it back where it belongs," he whispered hotly to her and grabbed her ass firmly. He dug his fingers into her flesh which made her writhe in pleasure and she ground her clit down onto his hard abs and brought herself to an intense orgasm. Chris could feel her pussy tighten on his cock then it gushed wetness all over his balls while she shrieked in delight. Her fingers were pinching and twisting her own nipples, her head was thrown back in the throws of bliss, her chest was heaving as she came... It was a moment Chris would never forget and the best part of it; he hadn't had to command it at all. It was all her own doing.

That afternoon came quickly. Chris and Tina were outside in their deck chairs again but this time Tina was simply naked. Chris was in his board shorts and their mother was wearing a skimpy black bikini with a thong bottom. It was one she had worn long ago when she was a single woman and now she wore it for her son and Master so that he might be proud of his sexy mother. The thin strip of material that disappeared between his mother's luscious ass cheeks did more to reveal her treasures than conceal them and Chris found himself getting aroused again just at the sight of his mom's charms. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the way her labia seemed to swallow the string.

Cynthia, his mother's sister, arrived a little after one o'clock and she strolled out onto the pool deck much the way his mother had the day before. She did not notice Chris and Tina right away as they were off to the side but instead she kicked her flip-flops off and dipped a toe into the pool before she turned around to greet them all. Chris caught her eye right away and looked into her mind. He could see the surprise at how Tina was naked and the equal surprise at what Laura was wearing, then she remembered that Chris really couldn't see. Still, the inappropriate dress of her niece was almost enough to send her running for her car but Chris calmed her mind and took that thought away. He suggested that it was perfectly natural for Tina to be naked in her own back yard and for Laura to be wearing a skimpy thong bikini. It was a very good thing in fact and, with Chris's help, Cynthia decided it would be acceptable for her to be naked too.

"Do you mind if I strip out of my clothes Laura?" she asked her sister nonchalantly, as though she had done it a thousand times before.

"Not at all sis, go right ahead," Laura waved a hand at her as she reclined on one of the deck chairs, her feet propped up on the chair itself, knees slightly bent, the black bikini bottoms disappearing into his mother's mound. Revealing to all that she was smooth and bare below.

From behind the cover of his sunglasses Chris observed his aunt as she got naked in front of them. She had a similar build to his mother though her breasts were slightly larger. She was in amazing shape just like his mom, the benefits of yoga he was certain. Chris could see where his sister got her flaming red hair it was definitely a genetic trait from his mother's side of the clan. His aunt's top came off and he marvelled at those amazing tits. The areola were a coral shade and were larger than his mother's but not by much, the nipples topping her pale peaks were delicate and small and he hungered to suck upon them. As his aunt stepped out of her shorts he could see the thin landing strip of red hair that led down to her pussy lips. Those lips were larger than his mother's or Tina's and they stuck out slightly but not in an unattractive way. It made his aunt look aroused all the time though and Chris had to try hard not to smile as his cock grew even harder in his board shorts. He decided he liked her pale skin and fiery mane and that it was fitting for her. He added another thought to his aunt's mind and she settled in the same spot where his mother had lain down the day before so that he could view her treasures. She was in almost the exact same position and Chris had a completely unobstructed sight line of his aunt's cunt and ass. He observed and admired and enjoyed.

"Mom why don't you see if Aunt Cyn wants some sunblock rubbed on her so she won't burn?" he suggested.

"Good idea sweetie," his mother flashed him a wicked, knowing grin and rose gracefully from her chair to get the lotion. She grabbed it up from the plastic table nearby and alighted nimbly at the side of her sister. Cynthia looked up briefly, smiled, then laid her head back down as Laura poured some sunblock into her own hand then began to rub it into Cynthia's shoulders.

Tina leaned over to watch and grinned at her brother then spread her legs and pointed to her pussy, she showed her Master how wet and horny she was. Chris could see the slickness of her sex and he slowly untied his board shorts then shimmied out of them. His smooth cock was throbbing and stiff already. It was full of blood and it was pulsing in time with his heartbeat. His sister could not take her eyes off of it as she began to stroke her bare little pussy lips. Chris reclined back in his deck chair, his eyes were travelling back and forth from his sister to his aunt and mother. His mother's hands were moving down his aunt's back, rubbing the sunblock in then his mother moved down further and started to cover his aunt's bottom. Chris waited for his aunt to protest and as the thought started to bubble up he quieted it. He could already tell his mother was excited and there was a faint shimmer of glistening dew upon her parshly exposed labia. She slowly and methodically worked her way down her sister's leg then back up, she repeated this on the other leg spending much of her time on her sister's inner thighs. Each time the thought that this was inappropriate bubbled up in Cynthia's mind Chris took it away and replaced it with a thought of relaxation and he slowly built up his aunt's excitement. He then delved deeper into his aunt's mind looking for signs of abuse or trauma but found none. With only a few suggestions he lead her mind gently to a point where his mother, his sister, or himself would be able to have sex with her.

Chris stood up and walked slowly over to where his mother was massaging his aunt's ass and running her fingers down to stroke his aunt's engorged labia. He could see how wet his aunt was.

"Part her ass cheeks mom, I want to see her asshole," he commanded his mother and she obeyed. Laura gripped Cyn's ass cheeks and spread them wide and Chris smiled, pleased. His aunt's anus was smooth and barely crinkled but it was a duskier shade of the coral on her areola that he found arousing in dirty way. His aunt moaned and turned her head to see him standing over her, his swollen phallus jutting lewdly at her ass. "Does she like her ass fucked the same way you do?" he asked his mother.

"Yes Master, she loves her ass fucked just like mommy does," his mom replied in a sultry tone, her eyes half glazed with lust already. She knew that her sister Cynthia liked it. They had traded confidences from a very young age and told each other about all their firsts. So Laura knew everything that Cyn liked and vice versa.

"Hold her ass cheeks apart while I fuck your sister's asshole then," he growled and mounted his aunt, the head of his cock pushed firmly to her anus as his aunt moaned and rolled her hips up towards the invading cock head. She whimpered a moment as the tip parted the tight muscle of her sphincter then settled inside. The lotion coating her anal rim allowed Chris to push his cock easily in and out of his aunt's ass but he started off slow and easy. He knew to let his aunt adjust and to help her ass stretch he gave her more of his cock steadily until he pressed his balls firmly against her pale, slippery ass cheeks.

Yes, he thought, another woman to be my slave. She will be under my control just like my sister and my mother. My slave aunt, he liked the sound of that.

"Your asshole is nice and tight aunt Cyn," he whispered down to her as his mother obediently kept Cynthia's ass cheeks spread widely. His sister had come over and joined them, she stood beside the deck chair and rubbed her young cunt as she watched her brother and Master start to assfuck their aunt. Chris enjoyed the way his sister played with her pussy and loved watching her do it. 

"Good girl sis, stroke that tight little cunt for your Master. I want to watch you play with your pussy while I make aunt Cyn into My newest slave," he locked his eyes on his sister and she moaned as she obeyed her brother and Master. Once again he hadn't to issue a mental command, she obeyed because she wanted to.

His aunt moaned softly, "It's been so long since anyone used it ...."she groaned louder, "oh fuck it feels so good. Give me all that dick Chris," she started to beg. She could not believe the words coming out of her mouth. It felt like she was a stranger in her own body and suddenly she had no control of it. Chris seized upon her mind and made it submit to his desires and whims. He made it alright for her to fuck her nephew and for her nephew to fuck his sister or his mother. As far as she was concerned her nephew could fuck any woman and that was as it should be. "Pump that tight asshole ," she cooed to him, "pump it hard and deep." She gasped and turned her head to watch her niece Tina play with herself. The sight of her sister's daughter's pussy so close enflamed Cynthia even more.

Chris needed no more encouragement and started to pound into his aunt's anus. It gripped and pulled at the taut skin of his cockshaft in a way that made his balls churn and he knew he would not last long in his aunt's ass. She must teach all My slaves this technique of hers.

"You're mine now aunt Cyn. You're my slave," he hissed to her, "you will always be my incestuous fuck toy along with my mother and my sister. The three of you are part of my harem now and forever. You will never be jealous of each other or of any other woman I bring to the harem. You will always want for my happiness above all won't you?" he growled and stabbed into her asshole over and over until she was howling her agreement and her obedience.

"Yes Master! I will be your slave! I will be your whore Master!" she cried in joy and pleasure and relief. She was so happy to feel so loved especially by her stud of a nephew and his huge cock. Out of reflex she clamped down on his cock as she came hard and this triggered his orgasm as well. He let out a loud yell of pleasure and emptied his balls into his aunt. His sister came hard at the same time, then and her knees gave out and she sat down hard on the deck chair next to his aunt. His mother leaned in and kissed his shoulder, his arm, anywhere she could reach.

"Oh my son and Master," she purred," you are so good to your slaves. I knew my sister would love your cock almost as much as I do."

"I do," his aunt Cyn agreed, "I love your strong young cock," she panted, "especially in my asshole." She ground her ass back up into him against to emphasize this point.

"We have talked aunt Cyn and we want you to come live here with us. You shouldn't be away from us," he told her as he slowly pulled his cock from her well used ass. His mother immediately leaned in and sucked the seed from her son's shaft. Her tongue was soft and supple and his aunt watched mesmerized by the site of her sister sucking on her own son's tool. It didn't matter to Cynthia that her sister was sucking the cock of her own son or that Tina was watching and smiling. All that mattered was that Chris was happy and that his cock was well cared for by these three women. She knew that she would do whatever Chris wanted and she would always be his beloved harem girl.

"I would love that," she found herself agreeing to her Master's command. Her waste of a husband could just fuck off for all she cared. She could not stop staring at her nephew's beautiful cock and the way her sister sucked it so lovingly. She wanted to do the very same thing and she couldn't believe how good she suddenly felt. This was exactly where she belonged and she knew it. To her surprise her sister pushed her back down onto the deck chair and spread her ass cheeks back open then started to gently lick around her anus. She moaned in pleasure as Laura rimmed her and she enjoyed how her sister's tongue felt as it invaded her asshole, looking for their Master's cum. Cyn's mind blanked and she got lost in the erotic incestuous pleasure of it all.

She awoke sometime later as the sun was setting. Her eyes felt heavy but she sat up and looked around. Her niece was asleep in the deck chair next to her and just as naked as she was. For a moment she had thought the afternoon had been a dream but it came rushing back to her and suffused her with a feeling of warmth and bliss. Immediately she moistened between her thighs. As she turned the other way she saw Chris sitting on her other side and her sister just beyond him. They were both relaxing and reading. The feeling of belonging overwhelmed her and she felt tears in her eyes. Out of need she moved beside her Master, she knelt down next to Chris and put her head in his lap to kiss the cock of her Master.

"Thank you," she said with a soft sob as she kissed the beautiful shaft, "thank you for taking me in Master and welcoming me."

Chris was surprised at the depth of emotion in his aunt's voice but he put his hand down into the wavy curls of her long red hair and stroked it gently, soothingly. "Thank you for becoming Mine aunt Cyn. I will cherish you and keep you safe always. You will never be ignored with Me." The sudden feeling of her love...her devotion, nearly overwhelmed Chris and he had a moment of clarity where he realized that he would cherish these women and keep them safe. They may be his slaves but he loved them and they loved him. " I will be a good man Aunt Cyn. I will be good to you and Tina and mom and take care of you three. Whatever it takes." His voice was thick with emotion and his eyes were intense as he made his vow to her.

She smiled and kept kissing his cock then worked her way down to his balls, her lips pressed against them first then her tongue and he opened his thighs so that she could worship obediently. His mother joined them and moved down by his other leg and joined her. Both of them were sucking, licking and kissing his cock and it grew swollen with need once again. As he watched the two sisters would make out with his cock between them then take turns sucking the head and the shaft until finally he gripped both of them by the hair and fired jet after jet of his cum on their faces. 

"I mark you both as Mine. My property. My slaves that I love and adore," he groaned as each of them moaned in turn. Almost as one they turned to each other and licked his cum from the other's face. Everything is going exactly as I hoped. Now I just need keep this up through college and the rest of my life, he laughed at himself. Both of the slaves kneeling at his side looked up at him adoringly and he knew that he would always treasure them even as he knew he would add more to his harem over time. The trick would be keeping a balance. Chris was sure he could pull it off.



The Accident Ch. 04



"Oh baby. I love what you've done with your sweet pussy. It looks...finger-licking good. His hot tongue slipped between my pussy lips and then up and over my clit. As I lay there, he began to eat me out with a passion that I had never gotten from him before.

He ate me to an orgasm and almost to a second before stopping. I was breathing hard and gasping as he moved up my body with his. I felt his hard cock bumping my leg, my inner thighs, and then, the plum shaped head brushed against my pussy. 

I gasped, and pulling on his body, tried to get him to drive that hard cock into my starving pussy. He held off, looking into my eyes with a strange yet loving look. I could feel him maneuvering his cock head between my pussy lips, spreading them slightly, and then slipping up and down that now very wet slit.

"Please John. Fuck me. Take me. I'm yours. Only yours. Please. I want you to fuck me."

"I want to fuck you Sue. I can feel how wet you are. Are you ready for me now? Are you ready to fuck me? Do you want my hard cock in your tight little pussy now?"

"YES...YES...YES...FUCK ME. Take me John. Please...I want you. I need you. FUCK ME."

With my words still ringing in my ears, his hard shaft drove into my pussy in one long shove. I gasped at the unexpected filling of my hole. It was so hard, so hot...and so filling. I clung to his body, hugging him tightly as my legs went up and around his butt, pulling him in more and more. 

"Yesss...fuck me John. Harder. Fuck me harder. Yesss...Oh, yesss...I love you John, I do. I need you too. FUCK ME. Yesssss."

I had lost my mind. This was the hottest sex we had ever had, and it was the hottest I had ever been. I couldn't believe it. We were having the best sex we ever had. I loved his cock ramming into my poor little pussy again and again. I came almost immediately, and then an amazing thing happened. I began to cum again and again. I was having multiple orgasms.

As I lay there, I felt him tense up and just as I went into yet another orgasm, his hot cum shot inside of my now, very wet pussy. That added heat and feeling shot me way over and I almost passed out. John collapsed on top of me, then after a few minutes, rolled to one side.

His hands never left my body, and he was caressing me as he laid on one side, staring into my eyes.

"What?"

His look was one I just couldn't tell about. It made me nervous, and excited too.

"Oh...I was just looking at you. You've changed. A lot."

"Yeah? Well, so have you."

"I still love you, you know."

"I still love you too John. I'm..."

"No...don't say it anymore. We're starting over...remember?"

How he had known I was about to apologize for the uptight time I didn't know, but he had before I had even got it out. He had changed so much. It was as if I didn't know him at all. I liked the new him...but at the same time I wondered if what he had lost in the 'old' him would be bad or good for us in the future?

"I want to remember you just like this. You are so beautiful. So...sexy. So soft, inviting, and...everything. I love you Susan. But..."

"But...what John? What's wrong?"

I could tell something was bothering him now. It was in his eyes. He had made some kind of decision and I could tell that it wouldn't be a nice one for me. I had to know now though. I didn't want to be drug along, dangling like I had been for these last months.

"It's just...Sue...as much as I loved tonight, and being with you...I still...memories are still haunting me. I love you, and I loved making love to you. I just don't know if some of the demons that are inside me can be conquered. I don't want to get all set up again as man and wife and then run into some kind of mental anguish that kills our marriage. Not again."

"What...what demons John?"

"Those ones that tell me to doubt you, to doubt that you'll be faithful to me. The ones that cause me to remember that son of a bitch and that night at the hospital, when I found out...about...you."

"Oh. I don't know what to say John. You need to know that I'd never...ever cheat on you again. I can't prove it, and I know that you would have doubts about that, but I just couldn't. Not now. Not after all we have been through. I do love you, John, but I don't want to go into some relationship where you would be angry or mistrustful of me either. I couldn't live like that. Nor, actually, could you."

"So...where do we stand Susan? What do we do now? I still love you, and you still love me. We have serious issues regarding trust and faithfulness now though."

"Maybe, well, maybe we could go to marriage counseling? Would doing something together like that help us?"

"I don't know. I don't think I could stand to go back over all what happened yet again. It's taken me so long to get to where I am now. I don't know if I could handle hearing about you and that...son of a bitch. Not again."

"Okay. I guess that if we can't fix it, we need to move on then. I don't want to get divorced..."

"I don't want that either. I do know however, that if we were to move back in together, those trust issues would flare up too. Damn it...I love you so much and...the hurt...it's so bad right now."

I could feel the pain in his voice. I wanted to reach out and hug him to me, holding him close. He had never talked like this before. Always we had talked, but not so...openly about such close matters of the heart. John had been one of those guys that held certain things close to his vest. I know he told me he loved me constantly, but there had been deeper things that he never mentioned to me. Now...I was one of those deeper things. 

"Then maybe you need more time John. I'll wait for you. Forever if that's what it takes. Maybe...just maybe, we could be friends with benefits? You know...we could meet like we did tonight? It would keep us in touch and talking. Then, someday, maybe, you'd be able to handle it and then we would both know."

"Sue, do you think that would be wise? What if that day never came? We'd be tied up by each other, for no real good reason. I just don't know."

"Look John, there will never be another man for me. I know this in my heart. Regardless of what happens to us, I'll never want another man again. I've learned a lesson and a painful one it was to learn. I know that in the entire world there is only one man for me. I had him, and now I lost him. If I can get that man back, then I'd be the happiest woman in the world. If I can't, then I'll be alone. It's just the way it will be John. You are the only man for me and when I messed that up...I ruined not only my life, but also I hurt you too. I have no excuse. None."

"But you can't just hang around in the hopes that one day I'll forgive you and forget all about this and accept you like I did before Sue. I know that at some point, we both have to move on."

"I've moved on John. I want you back. Lacking that, I'll be okay by myself. Not the perfect life I envisioned when we got married, but a life I could accept after all that's happened. You need to figure out what you need John."

"You're right. I do need to figure out what I need, and what to do. I'm...sorry."

"You're sorry? John, the only one who needs to be sorry, is me. I'm the one that wronged you. You have acted far above what most men would have done in the same situation. I am the one that brought this all on. Not you."

"No...you didn't bring this all on. Yes, you did participate, but you are not the reason we are where we are now. That bastard Bill...he's the reason you did what you did. If he hadn't worked on you for so long and slipped through your defenses, you would never have turned to him. He set you up and took you down that slippery trail."

"You make it sound like he's pretty devious. How could any man be that way? You make it sound like he could do that to any married woman."

"He did Sue. You were not the only one. I told you...I have proof of that. You are the last of a string of married women he has managed to turn to him. He's ruined at least three marriages that I've found out about."

"Well...what are you going to do then John?"

"I'm going to fix his wagon. He is about to learn to not mess with married women again."

"Then what? What comes after you have fixed his wagon?"

"I...I...don't...know. I just don't know Sue."



The Accident Ch. 05



After that night with Sue I was mixed up inside. Torn between wanting her back in my life full time and still angry over her having cheated on me. I spent the next week plotting my revenge on Bill, and working extra hard at my job too.

One night, after not having seen or talked to Sue all week, I arrived at my apartment to find Sue standing by the front door with two bags of groceries in her arms. I walked up wondering what she was up to, and as I opened my door, held up my arm to guide her inside.

"I thought that maybe you'd like a home cooked meal instead of eating out or cooking for yourself John. I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all. I'm always up for a home cooked meal Sue. The kitchen is right here. I'm kind of glad that I cleaned it yesterday now."

"You go ahead and shower up sweetie, I'll get started on dinner. You sure you don't mind? I mean...I know that we have our...problem yet. I don't want to seem too pushy."

"No. You're good to do this for me Sue. I appreciate it a lot. I have some wine in that rack over there; I'll let you pick out what you think should go with whatever you're making. I'm going to go take a shower."

I went into my bedroom half-hoping that Sue would walk in and strip in front of me. That didn't happen. I got undressed and then went into the bathroom. As I showered, I realized that I had left the bathroom door unlocked. Freudian slip perhaps? Had I hoped that Sue would walk in while I was showering too?

Deep down I knew I wanted her back in my life. I also knew I had serious issues with all that had happened too. Stepping out of the shower I reached for the towel that I had put on the rack by the shower door. It wasn't there. Looking around and then through the door to my bedroom, I saw it lying on my bed.

Curious as to how it had grown legs and walked there, I stepped into my bedroom naked. As I reached for the towel, I noticed that the bedroom door was open and Sue was standing in the kitchen in such a way as to see me naked. I knew that she must have moved my towel somehow in order to see me naked.

Since we had seen each other naked lots of times, I wasn't too upset. Matter of fact, I wasn't upset at all. I figured that if she had wanted to, she could have joined me in the shower. She probably just wanted some eye candy before dinner. I was cool with that. Matter of fact, I stood in ways that showed my body off as I slowly dressed. 

Sue made a wonderful dinner of halibut and potatoes. Along with the vegetables, I ate quite a lot. Sue was quiet as we ate, and accepted my compliments on her meal with good grace. That was just like the Sue I remembered. After dinner, with a glass of wine in our hands we went into the living room and sat. I sat at one end of the couch and Sue, surprising me a bit, sat right next to me.

"John, I want to say something to you. I've been a bad girl tonight. I moved your...towel so I could see you...naked. I'm sorry. I had no right to do that and it was wrong."

"I don't mind Sue. After all, it's not like we haven't seen each other naked before."

"Yes, but before we were happy and married. I used to sneak things around to watch you move and dress. I loved watching your naked body as it moved around. I missed seeing you. Now...well, we are not in the same circumstances. I've had a hard time keeping our separation real in my mind. I love you so much still and I know I hurt you so bad, yet, I just want things the way they were. I had no right doing what I did. I have no hold on you anymore and what I did would have been as if I had moved things to see some stranger's body. I didn't think..."

"Sue, don't be so hard on yourself. Look, we loved each other a lot while we were married, and as a matter of fact, we are still married. Being separated has been hard on both of us. What happened...well...I wish it never had happened as much as you do. If you want to see me naked, then I'm okay with that. You don't have to pretend that we are strangers or that we won't get back together. We might just do that yet. I've been thinking about us a lot. I'm working on those issues I have."

"I would never have done that to a date. I invaded your privacy. It was wrong."

"Sue, in spite of what you may be thinking, we are still married yet. I haven't filed for divorce, neither have you, have you?"

"Have I what?"

"Filed for divorce."

"Oh...God no. No, I'd not do that. If you wanted one though, I'd let you. I mean, I deserve far worse than a divorce anyway..."

"Stop. Don't say another word. You're still apologizing and trying to take all the blame for your actions. It wasn't all you Sue. You know as well as I do, especially now, that SOB Samuels was responsible for most of what happened. He set us both up and worked on you until you slipped. I know that now. Yes, you slid on us, but I'm still here, and I'm trying to hold you from falling as much as you are fighting to stay here. Don't beat yourself up."

"But...we are not...together. I mean, you have this place and I have my place and our home is...empty. I'm empty. I need you in my life John. Without you I'm...nothing."

My heart was thrashing. I hugged her close to me, holding her as she began to cry. I felt bad for her. I know that some men would have walked already. I know that some men would have taken revenge on a cheating spouse too. I was not built that way though. I still loved Sue in spite of everything. Yes, I still had serious issues about it all, but I felt confident that I would work through those issues soon.

Part of that 'working through those issues' would be my revenge on that damned asshole. He would suffer mightily for what he had done not only to my marriage, but to many others as well. I had gotten lots of help to work out this revenge and part of it was on the way already.

"Sue. Bill's comeuppance is underway. I mean...it's started."

"What are going to do John. I've worried about this revenge you have your heart set on and I'm afraid that it could all blow up in your face."

"He'll do it to himself Sue. One of the former lovers of his has a sister. They volunteered this phase of the plan. More than just me want some revenge on this bastard. He left this wife pregnant and ducked out on everything. DNA tests could confirm his paternity, but he has so far managed to block any attempt at DNA testing."

"What about that night at the hospital? They could have gotten DNA then."

"Not without a court order. It was over with and cleaned up before anyone knew about what had happened."

"So, what's going to happen?"

"The sister of that lady is going to work in your old job. Bill is still working at your old employers. Why they didn't fire him is beyond me, especially with the history he has following him. Anyway, she is going to be the bait. Every comment to her is being recorded; every drink he buys a small sample is kept out and tested for drugs. The police department is investigating him. I called in some favors."

"I don't think he drugged my drinks though John. Well...I don't think he did. I'm not certain now though. That first time...he bought lots of drinks and was always getting up to go get them. The client would get a waitress. I guess he could have spiked my drinks. I didn't feel anything strange or unusual though."

"Are you sure Sue? Do you know that your blood test at the hospital showed trace amounts of GHB?"

"Isn't that the date rape drug?"

"Yes. Your blood tested trace amounts of it. He must have given you small doses each time you went out with him. There were also trace amounts of other drugs in your system too. One was an opiate. He had been giving you a drug cocktail of some sort it seems."

"That bastard. No wonder I was so...pliable to his wishes. I never fought him on anything he wanted to...oh...God ...I'm sorry."

My face had given me away. As she had begun to talk about her being so pliable to his wishes, my anger had shot up instantly. I knew that he had drugged her now, and even with that knowledge I still got very mad about what she had done with him and for him. It hurt.

"No...it's all right Sue. I wasn't prepared to hear about that right now, true, but I'm managing okay. It's all right."

"I didn't mean to make you think I volunteered to do those things for him. I'm sorry."

"Sue, please...it's all right. When I think of you in his arms it drives me nuts. I can't help myself. You didn't mean to hurt me with your words, matter of fact, you had no idea that I could be cut so deeply now."

She was crying as her head rested on my shoulder. I still had my arm around her, but my anger was gone. I felt bad. We had actually been talking quite well until that point. I loved her still. My heart would not let me let go. 

I kissed her forehead and then her nose. Trying to comfort her as I used to when she had gotten upset over something. Kisses had always been something to let her relax. Suddenly, I realized that I had a huge erection. Having her so close to me and then the kisses had triggered my need inside. 

I moved a bit in hopes that Sue wouldn't notice my hardness tenting my pants. I was too late. She looked down and even with the tears still in her eyes she smiled.

"Well...I guess you do still care something for me. Did I do that?"

"Uh...well...honestly? Yes. When I kissed your forehead...and nose. I guess I got turned on. Having you so close to me, holding you in my arms like I was. I'm sorry."

"Sorry that you got turned on or sorry that I saw that you were turned on?"

"Sorry that you caught me I guess."

"Then, if I turned you on, I should at least give you some relief. Right?"

"You don't have to Sue. I mean..."

"You don't want me?"

"No...that's not what I meant. I do want you. I just don't want you thinking that you have to do something. Something you may not want to do."

"What if I told you that maybe I wanted to do something?"

"Then...I'm...well..."

Her lips touched mine and my words and stumbling around like a school kid were stopped. Her tongue was hot and wet as it darted inside my mouth. I was holding her close to me and realized that her breasts were pressing against my chest, her hard little nipples rubbing mine.

I put both arms around her body, and turned a bit more in order to kiss her better. As I did, she put her hands right on my crotch, feeling my hard shaft. As her fingers gripped me, I moaned into her mouth. It was like I flicked a switch and turned her into high gear at that point. Her lips began to crush against mine, and her moves became more desperate. 

I was pushed back until my back was reclining on the couch. Sue straddled my body, and as I watched, she pulled her blouse up and over her head. Her long hair cascading over her shoulders and her nipples sticking through her bra like two little rocks. She put her hands behind her back, undoing her bra, and then, as I looked up, she pulled her bra off, leaving her totally topless. Her heaving breasts, swaying lightly in the well-lit room.

As I reached up to caress her breasts, she slapped my hands away. I was surprised at her actions. Instead, she bent a bit and put an arm around behind my neck and pulled up on me. My face was soon crushed between her breasts as she held me tightly up to them.

I kissed and licked her breasts and nipples. Soon I was sucking on a nipple as she started to mess with the buttons on my shirt. In short order I was topless and her hands were caressing my nipples and chest as she still held my face to her breasts. 

Next, her hands moved down and soon my belt was undone, as were my pants. She sat up a bit as she worked my pants down, taking my underwear along with in the process. Once they were around my ankles, she slipped my shoes off and then removed my pants the rest of the way. I was naked as she still sat on me. 

Pressing me until I was fully reclined again, she began to move down kissing my chest and nipples, then going lower.

"I have something I've wanted to do for you for the longest time. I want you to just lay there and accept what I do and I'll stop when I'm ready. Okay?"

"Okay."

My hands in her hair, Sue began to kiss down lower and lower, until I felt her hot breath on my cock. Soon I felt her lips caressing my shaft as she took me in one hand. Holding me up, I could see her lips just above the head of my cock and her tongue slipping out to touch and lick me.

I noticed right at that moment that her eyes were on mine. Usually, before, she would have them closed, or she'd be looking down at my cock. Never had we made eye contact while she was doing this. I felt my cock throb extra hard with the knowledge that she was doing this for me. Just for me.

As I looked into her eyes, her lips made contact with the head of my shaft. Then, ever so slowly, she pressed them down and around my shaft. As she continued down, her eyes stayed on mine. Soon, her lips bottomed out at the base of my cock. Then she slowly worked her way up my shaft, pausing at the very tip top, before heading back down. 

Bit by bit, she went up and down faster, until I was holding her head trying to let her know that I was about to cum. Finally I shouted at her.

"Sue, I'm about to CUM. Look out."

She looked into my eyes and smiled around my shaft. She never missed a beat either. She just took me all the way back down and as her lips hit my pubic hair again, I shot off. My hot cum filling her mouth to the point that she had to back off a bit. With half my cock in her mouth, she kept her lips locked around my shaft as I filled her up.

As I quit cumming, Sue went back to bobbing up and down on my shaft. She swallowed all my cum like it was candy. I was stunned. I had never had this done to me before, not by her, and not with the eye contact. I laid back and let her suck on my shaft some more. I then realized that I was still rock hard. 

As I lay there, Sue got up and pulled off her dress and panties. Then she climbed back on top of me and rubbed the lips of her pussy up and down my shaft. I put my hands on her breasts and played with her nipples as she began to slip me between her soft and tight pussy lips, soon engulfing my whole shaft. 

She bottomed out on me and stopped moving, just sitting there feeling me inside her. Her pussy was tight and milking my shaft. Looking into my eyes, she just milked my cock as I played with her breasts. One of her hands reached back and lifted my balls, softly kneading them. This was a Sue I had never seen before. Confident and sure of herself, wanting to make sure I was well pleased. Offering me the sight of her body in full light of the well-lit room, and now playing with my balls after my having shot a load down her throat.

As she sat on me, I felt her begin to move. Up, then down, ever so slowly. As she went up, her pussy would tighten up around my shaft. It was as if it were trying to suck me, all of me, into her. On the downward plunge, she would relax and just swallow me up. Grinding against my pubic bone for a bit, then up she'd go again. It was a slow and intent fuck.

I kept my fingers busy on her nipples, rolling them between thumbs and index fingers, tugging once in a while. I eventually slipped a hand down to where we were joined, and began to play with her clit. She moaned, and threw her head back. Her long hair cascading behind her and down her back. I the light, she seemed like an angel to me. She had this glow about her. 

"Oh...yes...John...ummph...yes...you feel so...good. Oh...yes."

He voice was soft yet quite loud in the room. Hearing her be so vocal about sex was a new thing too. I was mesmerized by her actions. I rubbed her clit and she began to go off. Her hips began to rock back and forth in short strokes, as my cock seemed to be gripped tighter and tighter in the confines of her pussy.

Sue began to cum hard and as she did she fell over on top of my body. Her breasts crushed between us, hard nipples now grinding on mine. I leaned up a bit and kissed her cheeks, then her nose. As I moved down, she moaned, her mouth opening a bit. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, and she crushed her lips against mine. Her hands went behind my head, pulling me to her closer.

I felt her cumming hard, and let her do whatever she wanted with me. I thrust my cock up into her, grinding my pubic bone against her, and a warm flood of juices slipped around my cock. Shaking, she froze above me...moaning and then little cries close to yelps, as she went over. I held her to me, and we just rested with my still hard cock deep inside her. 

After a bit, I moved and rolled her over onto her back. I put my cock back into her pussy, and taking her legs, bent her back, almost in two. This turned her pussy up to me, and left her totally exposed. I began to ram my cock in and out of her. As I did, I felt something deep inside me begin to churn. The harder I fucked her, the more it built. 

After a little bit, I heard a voice breaking through to me.

"John...please...you're hurting me. JOHN...please...Oh...God...Please...John...JOHN."

I came to with a rush. I was ramming into Sue hard...too hard. I was hurting not only her, but I was also hurting me too. My mind had slipped...into a zone where I'd never been before.

I stopped and rolled off onto the floor. Sue was in tears as she lay there on her back. Ashamed I turned over and faced away from her. Hearing her sobs I knew I must have had a surge of anger. I had never seen it coming, nor had I realize how hard I had been fucking her either. I hoped that I hadn't hurt her seriously in any way.

"I'm...I have to go John. I'm...you..."

"I'm sorry Susan. I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't know what happened. I...just...don't know."

I sat up as Sue moved around gathering up her clothes. She went into the bathroom and dressed. I heard the toilet flush and then she came out. Tears still running down her face. I jumped up and went to hug her, but she shied away from me. Fear in her eyes. 

"I'm sorry Susan. I don't know what got into me. Are you okay? I didn't hurt you bad did I?"

"Oh...no. I'm bleeding a bit...it shouldn't be anything serious though. I...it just hurt John. I have to go now."

"BLEEDING? Sue, I hurt you. Oh God...Can I take you somewhere? The doctor? Damn...I'm so sorry Sue...I never meant to..."

"John...I know you didn't mean to. I think that you have some issues though. Serious ones. The look on your face...it...scared me. You were taking it out on me...hurting me. I know you didn't mean to...but if you could have seen how you looked...I have to go now. I'll call you later...sometime."

As she left I sat there on the couch in a daze. We had gone from making love in a grand and beautiful way, to me becoming a beast and hurting her. I didn't know when, other than the feeling that seemed to come from deep inside me. Anger...lots of anger. 

The next morning I called my shrink for another appointment. We had things I needed to talk about and get out in the open. I was quiet all weekend, and just called up my co-conspirators to see how things were coming on their end.

The next week I spent several hours on two different days with my shrink. My employer was pretty good about giving me the time I needed too. Also, during the week I got the information I had wanted to hear. Bill the Bastard had made his move on the woman that had taken over Susan's old job and not only that, he had used his cocktail on her. However, in her case, a 'friend' had happened by to offer her a ride home and Bill missed his chance. 

The friend, an undercover police detective, took her to a local hospital and they pulled a blood test. What they found was enough for the cops, but they wanted a bit more if they could get it, just to be sure that when he was charged, they had something that would stick.

Three nights later, it happened. A 'client' had to have a dinner out, the lady and Bill went out, had dinner and a few drinks. One of the bartenders and one of the waitresses were undercover cops. As each drinking glass came back to the bar, a test was run in the back. Eventually, the cops had enough. Just as Bill stood to leave, taking the lady with him, the cops made their move. Bill was arrested and charged with attempted rape, attempted sexual assault, drug dealing, and possession of narcotics. 




The Accident Ch. 05



I was called as soon as it all came down. My revenge had begun. The next step was the jail. I had friends, as I mentioned earlier, on both sides of the law. Bill was about to meet...'Bubba' and Bubba wanted and needed a new...'Bitch'. All it cost me was three cartons of Pall Mall cigarettes, and a few magazines delivered to the jail by another 'friend'. In one of the magazines was a picture, pasted expertly on a page, showing Bill Samuels booking photo. Target acquired.

That night, for the first time in a long time, I slept. Like a baby. The next morning I got a phone call from Sue. She had read the morning paper and Bill's name was all over it. He former employer had called wanting some information from her, afraid I guess of being sued for sexual discrimination. We arranged to meet at a restaurant.

I finished out the day with a bit of sadness deep inside. Everything had gone so well up until that one evening. I had thought I was over the anger issues and then I found out that not only was I not over them, they had gone deep into my mind. Between my visits with the doctor, and thinking about everything, I had come to a conclusion. 

That night, Susan looked nervous, but beautiful. I had a pain in my heart as I held her chair for her at our table. Sitting across from her I just looked at her for a bit. We visited about things, Bill being the topic of choice. He hadn't been able to make bail and was sitting in jail. I had learned that the cartons of cigs and the magazines had been accepted. That part of the deal was done by now.

We ate and for a bit there was an uncomfortable silence between us. Then, feeling I needed to get things started I began to talk.

"Sue, I am so sorry about that night. I hurt you and I have no excuse for that."

"I'm all right John. I got over it. It just scared me so bad. The look in your face...was...I thought you might really hurt me the way you looked. It was all my fault too. If I hadn't cheated on you..."

"Sue, while it does take two to tango, it wasn't all your fault. He maneuvered and drugged you. He set you up to fall, and after some time, you did. He used you like he used many other women in his past. My anger...it is deeper than we originally thought. My psychologist has been working with me and together we made some choices. Hard choices for me, but they needed to be made."

"You're leaving me aren't you?"

Her question, short and direct hit me hard. Harder than I had thought it would. It was true though. I had come to the conclusion that we couldn't' stay together as my anger was just deep enough I'd never be sure if I got it all out. I needed to cut Sue loose so she could move on. I was holding us back now...and the only way I could fix it was to let her go.

"I'm sorry Susan. I love you, but that anger...it came out of nowhere and I have no idea if it would ever surface again or not. I went to my shrink several times since and we can't seem to work it out so I can deal with it. I love you enough to not want to take a chance that I'd hurt you bad...too bad."

"I kind of figured that would be what you'd have to do John. I...that night, it just wasn't you. You were like someone else. Someone dark and sinister. I've been afraid that you would have to make this decision. I came here tonight half prepared for it."

"I'm sorry Sue. I truly am. I love you yet if I can't even figure out how to handle the anger, I could never trust myself around you for fear it would surface again. I wish there were another way. Even my doctor has figured that whatever is wrong is buried too deep for us to get it out any time soon."

That night was one of the hardest nights in my entire life. Telling someone that I loved that I had to leave her for her own good. I had a hard time swallowing it myself. That anger was just too much, too dangerous to take a chance on though.

Sue did not contest the divorce. Within a few months we were done as man and wife. Getting that notice from the court system brought me into a depression that lasted for several weeks. We had failed. We had become just another statistic in the scheme of things.

Once in a while I'd see Sue around, and when we met we'd talk about things. She wasn't mad at me, understanding why I had to do what I did. We would talk and laugh about this or that, then go on about our business. Like close friends. Certainly not like the lovers and man and wife we had once been.

After a few months I tried dating, but the fear of that anger coming boiling up made me too cautious at times and I had a hard time getting more than one or two dates from women. It was like they all sensed a danger deep within. I did run into Nancy one day. We talked and I told her about my divorce. I even told her why we divorced, about that anger I had. She seemed to understand, and she talked to me like she wanted to try going out again.

We made a date, and it went fairly well. While we didn't end up in bed afterwards, we did kiss and do some light necking. I just didn't feel a 'fire' for her like I had before. We parted with the promise of another date that weekend. I was hoping, I guess, that that fire would get rekindled. 

I was alone in my life most of the time. Due to that, I had thrown myself into my work so much that my boss had several time mentioned that I needed to take a break...a vacation or something. He knew of most of the problems I'd had over the last year or so and was very sympathetic. I guess I was one of his best people too, as he didn't want me burning out any time soon.

I set up dates for my vacation, and also arranged for another date with Nancy. We had done okay on our last date, even though I had doubts, I wanted to pursue her for a while until I saw either way what I wanted. Nancy accepted the date and as it was to be on the following Friday, I planned on a nice dinner and maybe some dancing and then hopefully, some time spent at my place.

I saw Sue during the week, and we talked a bit. Like old friends more than anything else. She had managed to get a promotion where she was working now and seemed quite happy. She told me she wasn't dating at all. Didn't have the time or inclination to date. All in all, she seemed to be handling being divorced quite well though. I had been a bit worried about her in that respect.



The Accident Ch. 06



Well, to bring you up to where I am in my story, my wife was involved in a car accident and I found out that she had been cheating on me. We tried to work things out, but just when I thought we were going to be all right, I found out that we weren't.

We were making love one night and it had been a beautiful and loving thing, until at one point I began to move faster and faster as I lay on top of Sue. Finally, after her almost yelling at me I came to...and discovered that I had been fucking her so hard I had hurt her...enough to cause her to bleed. I realized that I had some real anger deep inside and came to the conclusion that it wouldn't be healthy for either of us to stay married.

I had dated a young lady while separated from Sue, and we had become an item. I had broken off with her once I had decided to try to fix things with my wife. I had hurt Nancy quite a bit without meaning to. Now, while there was a bit of 'lost' between us, we were readying to date again. My divorce final, I needed and wanted to move on.

While I had hated giving up on Sue and I, our joint conclusion was that we were both better off divorced. We still saw each other as friends, so we talked quite often, but there was no love making between us anymore. Deep inside I still wanted her, but I knew that couldn't be due to my anger that I seemed to not be able to get rid of.

While getting divorced I had thrown myself into my job and work. My boss had gotten worried that I was going to burn out so he had finally insisted that I take a much-needed vacation. The days set, I decided to go somewhere far away and just try to find myself. On a date with Nancy, whom I had begun to see again, I thought that maybe I could offer to take her along with me and we could go to some far off place and see what happened between us.

I asked her, and the result was not what I had expected. She refused. 

"You need to decide what you want in life, and where you want to be John. I'd love to go with you, but if I were to be with you, you would not be able to figure out what it is you want, or where you want and need to be."

"We wouldn't have to do anything...you know...sexual, Nancy. I'd just really like to have you with me."

"John, you know as well as I do that if I came with you we would be having sex constantly. While that would be fun, I don't want you to get confused with what it is you want in life. I don't want to be hurt again, and I know you don't want to hurt me either. It would be best if you took your three week vacation and went somewhere by yourself."

"You think I'm not over Sue then is that it?"

"That is obvious to everyone but you I guess, John. You need to either get over her or get back with her. I can't play second fiddle when I love someone, and I can't imagine you know what you want deep down inside."

It was a hard and long conversation that finally convinced me to go far away by myself for those three weeks. I didn't know what I was looking for, and I didn't know what answers I'd find either, but I knew that I had to do something.

When I told Sue I was heading off on a well-earned vacation she seemed to be quiet and a bit pensive. I missed something at one point in our talk and found myself wondering what it was that was bothering her.

"You seem...upset that I'm taking a vacation Sue. What's wrong?"

"Oh...nothing. I guess I am just...well...worried about you John. I still...love you, whether you believe me or not, and I'm just worried about you."

"Well, this vacation is to help me figure out what I want and what I need Sue. I still have feelings for you too. I also have feelings for Nancy and..."

"Oh, you're still seeing her?"

"Well...yeah, being as we are both divorced now and all, I figured that I could date others. Is there a problem?"

"No...not at all."

Sue had spoken too fast. I realized my dating Nancy bothered her more than she let on. Deep inside I felt ashamed to have even mentioned it to Sue. Was I still trying to hurt her?

"I'm sorry Sue. I don't mean to hurt you but it seems that is all I do lately. I guess...well...the way things turned out wasn't exactly what I imagined when we got married. I need to figure lots of things out for myself first."

"Well, I'm the one that messed up things between us John. I can't blame you for doing what you're doing with other women and all..."

"Not women Sue, just Nancy."

"Don't you see? That's what is bothering me. It's just Nancy. There are no other women in your life other than her and I. I used to be the only woman in your life, and since I screwed that up..."

"You're jealous?"

I was stunned. Considering how things had happened between us and who had started the cheating, I was just stunned that Sue would be jealous of Nancy. I could see that the thought of Nancy and I together irritated her far more than she let on.

"No...I'm not...okay...maybe a little. Can't you see why though John? I had you. You were my husband and I love you with all my heart...and now...after I messed things up so much, which didn't show my love at all either...I..."

"Then you know some of how I feel Sue. Knowing that you were led on and drugged doesn't even help me. You did what you did and even though I forgive you on the surface, we both found out that deep inside I have...issues. I'm going on vacation to try to get my head on straight. Not sure what I'll find either, but I have to do it."

Nothing settled in my life and having not had sex in what seemed like months, I was frustrated. I left town and flew to Seattle, then up to Ketchikan, Alaska. I had made arrangements to stay at a lodge way out away from everyone and everything. I planned on doing some fishing, maybe some diving, and just hang out and relax in general.

All I really thought about on my flight up to Alaska was my life and how alone I was now. I knew I was one of those guys that needed a companion, and the closeness of a woman. I thought of Sue and I, and still found myself asking why? Had there been something I could have done to prevent what had happened?

Landing in Ketchikan, I found quite different. The 737-400 slid in onto the runway at a pretty steep angle and once down on the runway the pressure on the seatbelt let me know that they are worn for a reason. I found the airport there to be quite modern. Looking across the 'narrows' I could see the community of Ketchikan spreading along the shores of that impossible to pronounce "Revillagigedo Island".

Taking the airport ferry across to town I was met by a cab. I told the driver to take me to a mall or large store, he just nodded as he punched the meter up.

"I can take you to Wally's world or to the mall in town. What do you need?"

"Wally's world? What's that?"

"Oh...Wall Mart. We just got one here. I don't really care for it myself, but it seems to be busy there most of the time."

"Uh...how about the mall then?"

"Cool. It's about two miles there. Shouldn't take long. If you have particular things you need, just holler and I'll point you in the right direction."

"Well, I'm needing some rain gear I'm told, and some odds and ends."

"Oh...well you'd be better off at Wally's world or maybe...Tongass. They have clothes and stuff. Tongass is downtown and bound to be busy with all the tourists in and all. Up to you."

"Tongass it is. Where's Taquan Airlines? I was told it's over here not at the airport."

"Taquan air? I'll point it out for you. Matter of fact, going to Tongass will be the best choice since it's only a short walk from there to Taquan."

He drove me into town and I was impressed with all the business I saw along the way. He pointed out several sites as we drove and then he showed me a building that stood up above the water a ways, but right on the water.

"That's Taquan air. Their floatplanes are right behind the building and down on the floats there. You'll see some of their planes...Beavers and Otters, just as we drive by. What time's your flight?"

"Uh...four o'clock I think."

"You'll have lots of time. You'll find it is a bit more expensive to buy things here than anywhere else in the real world, but Tongass is trying hard to be of good service for all of us. It's harder now that the pulp mill is gone and all, losing those jobs, but we are hanging on. Tourist season...that's where most the jobs are now. Part time, summer only mostly. Makes it hard to live at times. Here you are...Tongass Sporting Goods."

Paying the talkative cab driver and giving him a nice tip too, I walked into the store. It was like a general merchandise store on two levels. Small, but full of all kinds of things. I wandered around, trying to stay away from the crowds of tourists.

Finding what I needed I paid for my things and with the help of the clerk who pointed the general direction I needed to go, I started out for Taquan Air. The walk there took me right along the edge of the docks. Some of the buildings were high on stilts, even with the road out front, but way off the water below. Pilings covered with barnacles and moss rose up to meet wood decking and asphalt. At one point I realized that the main street...Tongass Avenue...was built on pilings and over the water too. 

I walked past a small harbor full of boats of all descriptions, tugs, fishing vessels, pleasure craft and even a yacht or two. I came up to a sign proudly proclaiming this to be "City Float". Arriving at Taquan Air I found out that I could go out a bit earlier if I so wanted, as I was the only person flying out to Prince of Wales...well, out to the resort that was on Prince of Wales Island. 

Loading up my gear on a cart, I made a call out to the lodge where I was staying and let them know I was on the way. They were pleasant and friendly, letting me know that the water was flat calm and glass smooth. That helped to settle my fears a bit as I was not quite sure about flying on a plane that was set on floats. It just seemed wrong for some reason to land a plane on water intentionally.

I met the pilot who was quite professional yet friendly. 

"We'll load you up in the turbo-beaver and be on the way shortly. You'll be my only passenger, so if I talk to much just let me know."

"Turbo-Beaver?"

"Oh, this aircraft is called a 'Beaver' and it's been modified to a turbine engine. Originally made in World War Two, still flying today. It's a good plane, no doubt about it. A little noisy, but safe." 

Airborne, I soon learned what the pilot meant by a little noisy. Even with the headphones on I could hear the wind and noise from the engine as it roared along. I saw a little bag of rocks at his feet in front of his seat.

Seeing me looking he smiled and then yelled out...

"Flight navigation aids. When the water is real smooth, like it will be out at the lodge you're heading to, we have to drop one from the plane in order to cause ripples. It's the only way we can judge the distance to the water as we land. Gives a better reference point."

I must have looked scared or just confused as his smile got wider.

"Not to worry. I've flown a lot of hours in this plane. I've not wrecked one yet. You'll see what I mean when we get over the lodge. That water is glass smooth today. Hard to judge distance to water surface from up here when it's too smooth. You'll see."

Rocks as navigation landing aids...in today's world. I was amused and curious at the same time. We had come so far yet still needed basic things to survive. It amazed me. Suddenly, I realized that I hadn't thought of Nancy at all for the last few hours. All caught up in the sights and sounds of where I was, I had forgotten why I was here to begin with. I found myself wanting to point things out to Sue...something I guess was a holdover from having been married so long.

Landing at the lodge, the pilot did indeed circle around to drop a rock out of the door of the plane. He hadn't been kidding either. The water was so smooth it was hard for me to tell how much above it we were, even after he had dropped the 'navigation landing aid'. The landing went quite well and as we taxied in I fell in love with the place.

At the dock the pilot jumped out and caught the rope hanging from the wing and guided the plane in close. As the float on that side bumped against the dock I actually turned to find Sue and tell her about my feelings at that moment. Her not being there gave me a hollow feeling.

Climbing out of the plane I was greeted by a young lady and two young men. Introducing themselves as they gathered up my gear and headed up the ramp to the lodge.

"Hi. I'm Joan, and this is Greg and Sam. We'll get your gear to your room, just follow me."

"Okay. Uh...are there many others here?"

"You're it today. We have some more people scheduled in next Monday, but you will have the advantage of this first week alone. I'll be your guide, and Sam or Greg will be taking care of the gen-sets, and stuff. Your first time up here in Alaska?"

"Yeah. Well, actually, I was here once a long time ago. Up around Anchorage then. Only for a few days, and I was working most of the time. I did get to see Denali...Mt, McKinley. Amazing mountain."

"Well, we don't have Denali down here, but we have some pretty beautiful places at any rate. Get a lot of rain here. Lots of rain."

"I've heard. Around 140 inches or so?"

"Yeah, well we've had more some years and less others, but we average probably 150 inches at least. You get used to it that's for sure. Either you get used to the rain or it chases you out."

I was walking along talking to this teenaged lady as I took in the beauty of the place I was to call home for the next three weeks. The water, the trees, even the air seemed different here. Off in the distance I saw an eagle flying to the water, obviously fishing for food.

"Here's your room. Bathroom is right there, and the heat comes from the fireplace on that wall there. We have dinner around six-thirty in the evening, and breakfast at about seven. If you want you can come up to the main lodge and check in right now. We have some informational brochures that will line you out on how everything works here."

The 'lodge' was a huge building, made from logs, with a large front porch. As I walked inside I saw the massive fireplace on one wall, with easy chairs out and around from it. A coffee table was in the middle of the chairs, with the brochures and other items of local interest spread out. 

As I was reading through the different things a voice came from behind me. I thought at first it was Joan. When I turned my eyes found a very beautiful lady about my age. What caught me off guard was that she looked enough like Sue to have been a twin. I had a difficult time for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said."

"Oh. Welcome to the lodge. Your flight...it was okay?"

"Yeah, the flight was great. Quite a great start to my vacation."

"I'm Cheryl, the owner. I've been hoping that you'd make it out today. Sometimes the weather...well...it can be difficult to get in and out around here at times."

"You and your husband own this then?"

"Just me. Well, me and my two sons and daughter. You've met them already I think. My husband...he's been gone for quite some time. He had a run in with a bad reef while out fishing a number of years ago. Went down with the boat. He made sure that the crew was out safe first though. We already had the land here, and after some time I decided to go ahead and build the lodge. You will be among my first guests here. I hope you like it."

"Well, if today is any indication of things to come, I'll love it I'm sure. It is so beautiful here. So, Joan is your daughter? And Sam and Greg your sons?"

"Yes. They've been a lot of help to me. I know that they are quite young yet, but around here, well...kids grow up fast nowadays. I'll be cooking dinner tonight, and I think that Joan will be cooking tomorrow's breakfast. At least, that is the plan now."

"May I say you don't look old enough to have three teen-aged kids. You're quite beautiful too."

Blushing, she smiled.

"Thank you. They are good kids that's for sure. Don't know what I would have done without them. As for the beautiful thing...thank you for that too. I hardly hear that anymore. Anyway...dinner will be early tonight, around six or so. It will be just you and us. I mean...you and me and the three kids. Later, when things are picking up, the kids will eat elsewhere."

"I wouldn't mind having them eat with us. I mean, I can't speak for the other guests, but I kind of like hearing them. They grew up here, so I suppose Greg or Sam will be able to point me in a good direction to fish or dive or something right?"

"Oh yeah. Sam is a diver, and Greg loves to fish, but...well, Joan is probably the best fisher here. She's real good at it. I'd want her to show me where to fish myself."

"Well...I guess I'd better get ready to bribe the experts then."

"You'll do just fine I'm sure."

I went to my room thinking about Cheryl and her kids. What a way to have to get started in business. I wondered about her husband too. He must have been quite a man to have a smart and beautiful woman like Cheryl as his wife. At that moment I realized that I was looking at Cheryl as something more than just a lodge owner. I made up my mind to not fall in love or lust while here. I hoped that I would be able to work things out in my head.

I sat in my room and thought over the past months of my life. I had so many changes in it so far, yet I still felt just like I had before all the darkness had come. I wondered how Sue was doing...almost wishing she were here with me.

After a while Joan came and knocked on my door.

"Hey, supper's ready, if you're interested. Mom made up a nice roast and there's some potatoes and stuff too."

"I'll be right there. I need to wash my face and hands...freshen up a bit."

"I'd say you don't need much freshening up. Anyway, we'll wait for you."

"In that case, I'll hurry. Don't want to keep your two brothers waiting too long."

"Yeah? Well it wouldn't hurt them to miss a meal or two. They're getting a bit fat."

As I walked into the main lodge I saw the table set up with plates and food. It all looked delicious and I couldn't wait to eat. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until that moment. As we ate I found out more about this little family. I also found my interest in Cheryl growing. 

The laughter and banter that went on at the table relaxed me. I hadn't been so comfortable with almost total strangers ever before in my life. Cheryl and her kids seemed to bring out things in me I never knew existed. I found myself wondering about Cheryl more and more. Just what I had promised myself I wouldn't do.

I went to bed that night thinking about a lot of things, and my thoughts centered mostly on Sue. I was feeling lost and a bit alone, even with the good company Cheryl and her kids had been. I wasn't sure, but I thought that Cheryl had seen something in my eyes that gave away my thoughts.

The next morning began my adventuring. Joan made a great breakfast, and then we went out in a skiff fishing. She was quiet out on the water, and mostly just guided me on how much line to let out, and the little things I didn't know about fishing in salt water.

I managed to catch a nice halibut, after several rock cod and what Joan called a 'brown bomber'. The brown bomber was an ugly little fish, with spines sticking out of its back. Throwing it back, we kept the rock cod and the halibut.

Back at the lodge, Cheryl assisted me in cleaning my catch as Joan put the skiff and gear away. The halibut was frozen in a chest freezer and I insisted that the rock cod be used for supper. Joan and Cheryl both told me that my catch didn't need to be used for supper, but I wanted to have a taste of my first fish caught in Alaska.

That night, after supper, Cheryl and I had a long talk. I talked more than I should have and my whole story spilled out. I wasn't sure why I was so trusting of Cheryl or why I decided to tell such a personal history to an almost total stranger, but she had a way of asking one question that would lead to another, until my whole recent life was bared to her.




The Accident Ch. 06



"So...your wife cheated on you with her boss?"

"Yeah. I found out when they got into a car accident and ended up in the hospital. I overheard the nurses talking about her bosses...um...size...down there...and how the lady with him had her clothes half off. She had also bit down on his...him...causing him to need to have stitches in the wound. I stood there, listening to them as they laughed about the whole thing, gallows type humor. Then...well...they realized that I was standing there waiting. Once they found out who I was they were all embarrassed of course, and once I knew that my wife had been...having sexual contact with her boss, well...I left and went home."

"That would have been a hard thing to learn. I'm sorry. So...you ended up divorced...but I get the feeling you still have a little love for her in your heart. Is that the reason for your trip up here?"

"Yeah...I guess it shows a bit too much yet. I have had a very difficult time with all of this. I loved and trusted her beyond anyone in my life...and then to have to find out my trust was misplaced. I felt, for a while anyway, that it must have been me. Something I had or hadn't done, that caused her to look outside the marriage."

"Maybe a weak moment on her part?"

"Yeah...that and that bastard...I'm sorry...her boss used...well I think he may have used drugs to 'help' things a little bit at first. But afterwards...why she kept it up afterwards is beyond me."

"You need to find out what you want then."

"Yeah. I need to know, to clear my mind and see if I can fix this anger I have towards my wife...I haven't been a real good person lately. I actually hurt another woman...after my wife and I split...I met...someone...and I ended up hurting her too. I've made a mess out of my life...just as my wife made a mess out of hers. I had to get away. My boss insisted. Said I was working myself into a burn-out."

"Work to forget the problems in one's life...I understand that. I really do."

"Some turn to drugs or alcohol, others to work or hobbies. I threw myself into my work. Traveled a lot too. My boss was getting worried that I was going to burn out on him...so he insisted I take some time off. By that time, I knew I needed to do something too." "You ever try to get back together with your wife?"

"Sort of. Before we divorced...I let her back in my home...that's how I found out about the anger I had deep inside. It didn't come out until...uh...one night...um...during...anyway; it wasn't my brightest moment in my life. I hurt her...and that's when I knew I needed to break away. At least for the present time. I'm just not sure anymore...what it is I want...or need."

Cheryl got up and left me alone for a minute. She came back with two cups of coffee and some cookies.

"Here...if you still want to talk...we have all night. I'd like to hear more...if you don't mind."

"I shouldn't be telling you all this stuff. It isn't what you need to hear...I've been too talkative already."

"Well...so you know, I went to college and got a degree in psychology...then after my husband...died...I actually went to work for a while...hung my shingle out. But I needed more time with my kids...so we decided to do this lodge. I am licensed in the State of Alaska as a clinical psychologist...but it isn't what I do...really."

"Oh...I didn't know. So, you are a doctor then?"

"Oh yes although I haven't practiced for a while. I thought that it may come in handy in the lodge business too."

I was surprised. Cheryl was a doctor of psychology and for some reason I never thought that a doctor of anything would own a lodge instead of practicing their medicine. It must have shown on my face too, since Cheryl blushed a bit then explained a little more.

"When I met my late husband I was still in college. We dated...then married soon after we both graduated. I did my residency and went through all of the necessary requirements, but we both decided to come back home here, and fish. Commercial fishing was in my family and his family too. It paid for our education, and it always treated us well."

"Your husband went to college too?"

"Yes. He graduated with degrees in Electrical Engineering. A Masters actually. While I was in residency, he continued on his degrees. Afterwards we both worked for a while, until we decided that the place for us was back here."

"Amazing."

"Tell me a little more...if you want. I'm interested in what it is you are thinking you want...or need."

"Me? Heh...I just want to be happy again. That's the most important thing. I know that on the way out here from Ketchikan I wanted to tell...Sue...my ex...about my thoughts and feelings. It was kind of an empty thing when I realized that she wasn't with me. I guess it could be from having been married as long as we were, maybe I am just used to sharing my feelings with her...and you. You look a lot like Sue...almost enough to be a twin."

"Oh really? That's interesting. Do you find that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Well, to be honest, it is a good thing...I think. You're enough different I know you are not Sue...but you have similar features, hair, chin, cheekbones, and...um...body types. I feel comfortable with you."

"Good. Then, if you want, I wouldn't mind trying to help you...if you want that is. I'm not exactly looking to work in my field, but I would like to help you John. By the way...Adams...are you any relation to..." "Heh heh heh...I get that all the time. As far as I know, no relation to President Adams. Or any other famous figure in history for that matter."

"I'm sorry, I had to ask. It's one of those...things."

"It's all right. I'm not sure what else to say...I guess I came here searching...for myself. Not sure that I'll find me either...but I need to do something. What I've been doing sure hasn't worked."

"Do you think you want to try to get back with your ex then? Is there still a spark in your...heart?"

"I'm not sure. I'm so mixed up. I want to...and yet I don't."

"Tell me about your childhood...anything that sticks out in your mind."

"My childhood? Pretty basic...grew up in a small town, pretty normal life. Dad was around till I was in my teens...then him and mom split. I was never sure what happened there. All I knew was I never saw him again after that. Mom worked two jobs, got me into college, and right after I graduated she passed away...Been on my own ever since."

"You father...he left you and your mom? Never saw him again?"

"Yeah. I think that he may have cheated on mom with some woman. Mom never talked about him or anything afterwards. She never dated or saw any other men either. I never knew why. She loved me, and took care of me though."

"You never remember hearing arguments between your parents? Nothing like that at all?"

"No. Although, I seem to remember one night...dad was acting strange...came home...they fought, but not so I would know what was going on...when he left the next morning, it was the last time I saw him. Mom was pretty shook up, I knew that...acted strange for a few days herself."

"I imagine. Her husband walked out on you two. That would have been hard."

"Yeah. Thinking back on it now...he may have hurt mom...I mean...physically. She held herself funny for a few days. Kind of like her ribs hurt or something. She had a bruise on her neck too. Blew it off whenever I mentioned it though. I was young, a teenager, and not really aware of some things between them yet. I wish now I had asked more questions."

"So, you grew up, having had a history like you did, and got married. Then...you find out your wife cheated on you...that had to have brought back some memories too. Anything that tickled memories of your parents?"

"Yeah...now that you mention it, I did recall things from...that...time. Are you thinking that my actions are a reflection of that time in my life too?"

"No. I'm just trying to understand you more. Having come from a broken home, you must have felt some things differently...than...say someone who had both parents the whole time they grew up. Sometimes some transference's occur deep in one's mind...you may have had some transference that way."

"Oh. So what happened then may be causing things in me now?"

"Yes. Something like that. Tell me more about Sue...your ex-wife."

"Well, we met in college...dated, and married soon after we both graduated. She worked for a while, then when my working wages got up to a level where she didn't need to, she began to stay at home. Later, she got bored and wanted to go back to work, so after a little wrangling between us, she did just that. A few years later she got a new boss, and the rest as they say, is history."

"You said a 'little wrangling'. Were you against her going back to work then?"

"Well, I really saw no need for her to have to do that. We were fine financially, and I kind of liked it when I had to travel, she could just come with me. It was kind of like mini-vacations for us. Several times a year just the two of us out and about. Of course, I did have my job to do, but the evenings were usually free, and sometimes we'd even stay a few extra days for sightseeing too. Her going back to work would have...and did stop all of that."

"Her new boss...you mentioned that he used some kind of drugs on her to get her to cheat at first?"

"Yeah. I'm not sure what kind...I assumed GHB, but that wouldn't have left her able to move real well...and from what I learned about that first time, she was dancing and all kinds of things with him. I'm not sure how or what drug he used...but I know he used a drug the first couple of times. Bastard. Then he acted like he had 'feelings' for her on top of that."

"Different drugs act differently in different people. He may have used a 'cocktail' of some sort, or maybe ecstasy or some kind of similar drug. One that loosens inhibitions. So...the first few times your ex-wife was drugged. Afterwards...were there more times afterwards?"

"Yeah. That's what got to me. She was with him...seventeen times...until the night of the accident. Way too many times for Sue to have been drugged every time. I had no choice but to think that she like what she was doing with him at some point. I mean...he wasn't using drugs on her hardly ever after those first couple of times. She must have decided that she liked what they were doing."

"Was...Sue...was she upset that you found out? I mean...was she upset that you found out, or more upset that you knew she had cheated on you?"

"I'm not sure I understand the question. She was upset I found out...that she had cheated on me? Yes."

"No...when she knew that you had found out about her...dalliances...was she upset more that you had found out about her and her boss, or was she upset more that she had hurt you?"

"Oh. I really don't know. She claimed that she was upset that she had hurt me so bad...but by that time I was thinking that she was upset that I had found out. I mean...if I hadn't found out that night...would she have quit cheating on me? I guess I'll never know."

"Has she seen other's since your divorce? Other than you I mean?"

"Not that I'm aware of. I mean...I don't watch her all the time or anything like that. We have dated...well dinner dated here and there. We are kind of friends still. I just...my anger...deep inside...I'm afraid of what I may want to do, or end up doing if I was with her...that way."

"You speak of this anger...when it comes out...are you aware of being angry...do you know when it happens?"

"That one time...I didn't know...I just sort of woke up when she started crying out that I was hurting her. It was...like I was in...well...I guess some sort of trance...or something."

"Do you need a break? You sound...upset."

"No...I'm okay. Just tough to remember how I got. It wasn't my proudest moment you know?"

"I'm sure you didn't consciously decide to want to hurt your wife...you were still together at that point, right?"

"Yeah...matter of fact, that was the thing that told me to get divorced. I was going to hurt her...or worse. I was afraid of that. That's what caused me to know I needed to break away from Sue. As much as it hurt. I didn't want to hurt her like that ever again."

"Like she had hurt you?"

"What?"

"You didn't want to hurt Sue like she had hurt you?"

"I never thought of it that way. I mean...we were still trying to fix things between us. Why would I want to fix things if I was going to want to hurt her?"

"I think you need to take some time to think about just that. Why, if you were trying to fix things between you, your anger caused you to lash out...an inner anger. Why don't we call it a night...and maybe later...we can pick back up from here?"

I was tired. Cheryl had gotten me to talk about things that I'd never really thought, or wanted to think about. I wondered about my parents...and that time. I knew that my coming here...to this particular lodge...and having met Cheryl was too much to have been just chance. I mean...I hadn't known about Cheryl having a degree or anything.

"Yeah...a little break for me to think about all of this. Thank you Cheryl...I really don't know what to say other than thank you."

"Wait until you get my bill...just kidding. Hey...see you at breakfast in the morning then?"

"Yeah. Good night."

That night, for the first time in a quite a while, I slept well. I did have a few moments as I fell asleep where I wondered about my anger, my parents and Sue. I was beginning to see a light...of sorts. I just hoped that I'd be able to drive out those inner demons that haunted me so much.



The Accident Ch. 07



The next morning I woke up disoriented. It took me a few minutes to remember that I was in a cabin way off in Alaska. Getting up, I went over to the fireplace, and struggled to get a fire going. Once the warm flames began to reach out and chase the chill away, I washed up. I dressed, and after some quiet time just thinking, I headed up to the main lodge.

Everyone had already been up for quite some time. I had slept in and even though I must have been tired and needed that rest, I was a bit upset with myself for not having gotten up earlier. Cheryl was sweeping in the main room as I walked in.

"Morning. Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yeah, too well. I haven't slept so well in ages."

That was the truth. I had just realized that I hadn't slept as well as I had ever since finding out about Sue's extra activities with her boss. Evidently this trip was much more needed than I realized.

"Well, I'm glad that you slept well. It is always good for someone in my business to have satisfied customers. Joan has breakfast about ready. She's just now finishing it up."

"Must be the fresh air around here, but I'm hungry."

"Good. Joan will be pleased, she likes to cook. Greg likes to cook too, but he needs some...lets just say, a bit more training before he gets let loose on the guests."

"Can I give you a hand with something?"

"Oh...no. You are a guest. We are here to take care of you, not you take care of us."

"I wouldn't mind...really."

"Didn't you take the vacation up here to get away from it all?" 

Cheryl had a smile on her face as she waited for me to answer.

"Uh...yes."

"Then, part of getting away from it all should be not having to clean. Trust me, we have everything well in hand. You just relax, and enjoy your time with us. Okay?"

Part of me wanted to jump in and help with the cleaning...while another part of me was telling me to just relax. I guess my hard-working nature was trying to keep me busy. I knew I couldn't really explain my urge to help, so I just began to relax and unwind. Accepting that I was to be taken care of was going to take a bit for me though.

"Mr. Adams?"

Joan had walked up behind me as I watched Cheryl cleaning.

"Please, call me John. Mr. Adams was my father."

Joan gave me a look and smiled. I could tell that she appreciated me for treating her as an adult.

"I have breakfast all ready for you."

"Oh, then lead the way. I'll be right behind."

Joan stood a bit straighter, obviously wanting to impress me. I walked behind her, noting to myself that she was a very good-looking young lady. She also reminded me of a younger version of my ex-wife Sue too. Too much in some ways and that thought made me uncomfortable.

She led me to the table, and made sure I was comfortable. Then she began to bring out the food. It was a delicious breakfast, and I was impressed with how well everything was done. Bacon, eggs, French toast, everything was perfect. 

"This is a meal fit for a king. Thank you."

Joan blushed and smiled.

"Thank you. I'm glad you like it. It isn't much...just some stuff I threw together."

Cheryl walked in laughing.

"Just some stuff you threw together? It's more than that Joan you know that. You're a good cook, someday someone's gonna steal you away because of your cooking."

I remained silent, thinking the same thing. Joan was a very good cook. Cheryl sat across the table from me, and soon Greg and Sam both came in. We all ate, even Joan, and I couldn't get over just how well everything had been prepared.

After breakfast I took a stroll around, and seeing Greg heading out towards the generator shack, I tagged along. When we got to the building that housed the generators, he handed me some earplugs.

"You'll need these about the time I open the door. It's kind of loud."

When he opened the door the sound blasted out, luckily we were both wearing the hearing protection. I was impressed with the whole set up. The generators were in a line; all clean and looking like new. There was a workbench on one wall, and the electrical breakers on the other. 

Greg checked things out like he knew exactly what he was doing, and I was impressed with the ease of his skill too. Hard to believe that so young a...well...man could be so professional. Serious as he went to each unit and checked the oil, the coolant, and looked the engines over.

Later, as we walked back to the main lodge we talked.

"You seem to know what you're about with those generators."

"Yeah...well we had a friend come over and he showed us what to do. He is a mechanic at a mine nearby. Works with generators a lot."

"Seems like a ways out of the way for him to go to just help out."

"I think he was interested in mom for a while...but she's not interested...well, not that way. Mom has been asked out by lots of men lately. She says that she's not interested in dating again and all the things that come with dating...but we think she needs to have somebody other than us kids."

"Have you guys been setting her up?"

"No...well...maybe a couple of times. They never worked out like we would have liked, so we gave up. If mom is happy with just us, then so be it. I still think she needs a man though. It's only natural."

I was getting a bit uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was headed. I didn't want to be put on the spot with these kids and their mother. I liked them all and thought they were great kids, but I wasn't here to 'find' someone. I was here to find myself. I kept telling myself that anyway.

"You think of your mom's happiness a lot. That's nice."

"She's mom. We all love her. After dad died, we were afraid mom was going to have problems, but I guess her having that degree and all helped her. Then after we got this place, everything got better. For all of us. Hey, have you ever been married?"

"Yeah. It...didn't work out though. Part of the reason I'm here...trying to figure out what it is I want now."

"Oh. So you're not looking either then."

He sounded disappointed. Too disappointed. The whole conversation was getting to me. I hated the feeling of getting boxed in, and this talk was headed too close in that direction. I decided to change the subject.

"So, you fish much? After catching that halibut and cod yesterday, I'd like to catch a salmon while I'm here."

"Oh wow. I think you might be able to catch one, but they won't be running for about another month yet. We might get a few in early, so you may get lucky. Probably not until next week or the week after though."

"Oh, so I'm too early then?"

"Well, like I said, there may be a few in early, happens all the time. We could go out Halibut fishing again though. I know where some nice ones are. Actually, Joan knows the best spots and if anyone here could find some salmon this early it would be her. She's good at fishing."

"So, Joan is the resident expert for fishing then?"

"Yep. I dive a lot, so does Sam, but Joan fishes. She used to go out with dad...luckily not on his last trip...she was supposed to but she got sick. Flu or something."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

"It's okay. We've all moved on now. Not that we don't miss him, because we do, but life goes on...you know?"

His remark about life going on got me to thinking about Sue, and that dark time not so long ago.

"Yeah. I know. Things happen, good and bad. Life goes on."

We walked the rest of the way to the lodge in silence; each of us lost in our own thoughts. I was remembering that night in the hospital, and all that came after. I found myself asking why? Why would the love of my life have taken such a chance? Why had she been so easily detoured into cheating on us?

By the time I got to my room I was in a somber mood. I sat in the chair, kicked back and just ran over the last few months in my mind. What I wanted and what was happening seemed to be two different things. I didn't have the answers and I wasn't even sure of the questions for that matter. 

After my talk with Cheryl and everything, I knew I was closer to getting to an answer. I just wondered what that answer would be now.

The next days were spent with fishing, exploring, and sightseeing. The kids knew all the best places to fish and see the beauty of this part of the world. Cheryl seemed to know the right things to ask me, and as time went on I began to think of my life with my wife and where I was headed. 

One night, as we sat in the lodge, Cheryl and I were left alone. The other guests would be showing up over the next days, so this was the last night where I was the only guest. Cheryl seemed preoccupied, and suddenly our conversation took a turn, after a moment of quiet.

"You've changed over the last few days. Not that I have known you at all before, but the kids have even mentioned that you are seeming happier. I hope that I have been able to help you figure out what it is that you want."

"Well, I came here to try and get my head on straight. You have helped me quite a bit. I guess I'm lucky that the one lodge I chose had a resident shrink."

"So, now I'm your shrink?"

"Yes. Well, sort of. I feel...new again. Being here, with you and your family has opened my mind up to that new life."

"My family and I?" 

Cheryl looked a bit apprehensive and maybe even a bit shocked.

"Yes. Your family and you."

"What are you saying...I mean...well..."

The tone of her voice told me I had better explain myself a bit more.

"I find you to be quite attractive, intelligent and fun. I'm not sure where I stand...yet, with you that is..."

"So...you may have an interest in me? More than business or like that?"

Cheryl was looking at me in a very disconcerting way. I couldn't tell what she was feeling, or if she was at all interested in me as more than a customer or patient. Deep down, that little voice was telling me...actually shouting at me to say that I was very interested in her in a more personal way. I had a bit of fear inside though, and it was enough that I choked.

"Uh...well...you are beautiful, and...well...um..."

"I'm sorry. I've made you uncomfortable now. I thought you were a more direct type of person though."

"I usually am. After all that has happened to me lately though, I guess I'm a little gun shy of telling someone I'm very interested in them."

She had moved towards me a little, leaning in close, and speaking softer and softer. I leaned forward, more to hear and speak quieter myself, and soon our faces were only inches apart. I was looking into her eyes, and missed what she next said. My mind was on her, and those big beautiful blue eyes, until my lips suddenly brushed hers.

She looked at me, not saying a word, as our lips touched, then as I leaned in closer, she put a hand up on my chest.

"Too fast. I'm sorry. This is happening all too fast. I haven't felt like this for years. I don't think that we should...I mean...you...are like a patient to me. I...its that you..."

I leaned back in and kissed her. Our lips crushed tightly together, and after a moment, I let my tongue slip out. Cheryl parted her lips, and my tongue slid into her mouth. Her arms went around me, and I took her hair in one hand and my other hand went around her back. Gently pulling her to me.

Parting, we were both breathing heavily, and we both involuntarily licked our lips as we stared into each other's eyes. I saw a certain fear, and longing in hers, and what she saw in mine I didn't know, but I hoped that whatever she saw, she liked.

After a second of staring, we both got embarrassed. I had to say something so I just blurted out...

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to rush you. I just...well...I guess I have some feelings for you."

"John...I have to...I mean, I feel I need to tell you...wow...that was some kiss. It's been a long time since..."

"Yeah. I can say the same, but that kiss felt...well...right."

"I'm afraid. We're moving so fast all of the sudden. I mean...I like you and I think that you're a good man and all, but...this is all happening so fast. I don't know what to say here...we have a relationship like that of a doctor and patient. I mean...I'm supposed to not get involved with um...patients"

"Yeah. I don't want to get hurt, don't want to be the one hurting someone either...yet I find you to be more attractive each day I'm here. I am not sure how this will all end up...but I am strongly attracted to you Cheryl."

"As I am to you too John. I'm having a difficult time with my feelings though...I am a doctor and all...I'm sorry. I just don't think it would be a good idea for us to go farther with this, do you? I mean, after all, you are here to get your head on straight. Your words, not mine."

"I don 't know what to think. I don't know what it is I want...and you...your looks, your kindness...I'm sorry."

We had been leaning in closer to each other, and our lips met again. This kiss was hot, and long lasting. Both of us were now breathing hard, and crushing our lips together as if we were afraid of being separated. I broke away first, for just a second...then we were back at it again. 

As we were kissing that time, we both heard someone clearing their throat.

"Ahem...uh...hey...you two should get a room. You're embarrassing us."

We both broke apart, breathing heavily, and looked around guiltily. Joan and Greg were both standing there smiling, yet with embarrassed looks. I noticed that Cheryl's face was beet red and I was sure that mine was just as red as well.

"It's not what you guys think. John and I were just talking and..."

"Oh yeah mom...it's not what we thought at all. You two were 'just talking' to each other. Pretty hot kiss there for 'just talking'."

"Your mother and I were...well...don't you guys have something you should be doing anyway?"

"Other than watch you two make out? It's more fun to watch you two than to go read or something."

Cheryl jumped up and almost ran out of the room. I was at a loss as to what I should do, or what she was feeling and thinking. Joan laughed then winked at me.

"Good move John. You are quite the kisser too, by the way. If I were a little older..."

"You'd still be too young for me. I think I'd better go to my cabin now. Good night you two."

Greg had a smile and a look in his eyes.

"Ahhhh...leaving when it was just getting interesting. Darn it...I was hoping to see something tonight."

His comment was enough to shock me into being very embarrassed again. 

"I seriously doubt that you would have seen anything Greg. Your mother and I were just talking and..."

"Oh, is that what you call that? Talking?"

Joan was laughing now, and Greg joined in. They were having great fun at their mother's and my expense. I knew I had to leave as soon as possible, before they went too far with the joking.

"Goodnight you two. See you in the morning."

"Good night lover-boy. I mean, John."

Greg was laughing at Joan's lover-boy comment and just waved at me as I left the lodge. Sitting in my room that night, I could find no fault with either Cheryl or myself. We had made a moment tonight, and now my thoughts were getting all roiled with my new found interest. I only hoped that in the light of day tomorrow, I'd feel the same way, and that Cheryl would too.

I slept well, in spite of everything. I did have a few moments of a dream in which Cheryl and I were out on a boat...one of the skiffs...and just as things were getting interesting, my alarm clock went off. I had got it out of my suitcase, not wanting to sleep in as I had yesterday. I was thinking back now, wishing I hadn't, as I would have liked to have seen where my dream was taking me.

I got up and showered ...thinking the whole time that I hoped my interest in Cheryl wasn't just only because she looked so much like Sue. It was on my mind as I left the cabin too.

Breakfast this morning was a quiet affair, but under that quiet exterior, the kids were all smiling and giving each other looks as Cheryl and I sat down to eat. We hardly looked at each other, even though I did sneak in a quite a few short glances at Cheryl. I couldn't help myself, and there was so much on my mind, I didn't know what to do, or even how to start a conversation.

As we finished up, Joan looked at me and smiled.

"So, lov...I mean John, do you want to go out on the water fishing this morning? Or would you rather continue fishing here?"

"Joan, knock that off. John is a guest here, and you need to remember that."

Cheryl looked a bit mad as she spoke up.

"So, mom, are you going to be kissing all the male guests then?"

Cheryl and I both began to blush. I noticed that Sam and Greg were both trying not to burst out laughing, and Joan had a wicked smile. 

"Young lady, that will be enough. You know better than that. John is a guest and what happened yesterday...what we did was..."

Cheryl looked at me confusion written all over her face. Still beet red, and now getting even more flustered, I knew that I should try to ease things between us and the kids. I just didn't know what to say. Suddenly I realized that as much as I was interested in Cheryl, I hardly knew her, nor did she know me.

I sat there, the hot feeling burning my face probably making me every bit as red as Cheryl. Having gotten caught last night had affected me in more ways than one. I didn't know what to say, or how to handle this situation.

"Mom, Sam and Greg and I think that you guys need some time alone. Look, we are sorry about walking in on you two last night, we just didn't know...and then when we saw you, kissing like you were..."

"It embarrassed you. I know that kids don't like to see their parents kissing and stuff. I'm sorry. What happened between John and I was..."

I found my voice, finally.

"What happened last night was nice. Cheryl, I really have been enjoying myself, and last night was...special. Well, for me it was. I'm sorry that the kids walked in on us, but at the same time, I really loved...what..."

I lost my train of thought as Cheryl looked at me. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but the look she gave me was one that I couldn't decipher. I lost my voice again, and blushed red some more. Joan and the boys ducked out at that moment, leaving us alone. I think they knew that they may have pushed us too far now, and probably they also knew that we needed to talk...alone.

"Really? You thought that was special?"

"Yes. I mean...I don't know why I pushed to kiss you last night...but in my mind it seemed...well...right. I know that we have only known each other for a few days, and that isn't really enough time to...I don't want to...You are so...beautiful...and nice...and I think that I may..."

"I have to tell you that you could or rather, our talks together built up something in your mind that isn't there. I mean...a lot of doctors, not just my kind, who help the mind, but those who help you physically often have patients think they may have feelings for them, when in fact it's likely that it's some sort of transference. You told me yourself that I look a lot like your ex-wife too."

We both fell silent for a bit, each thinking to ourselves...well, I was thinking about our kiss and the feelings I had while doing so. I knew that perhaps, just maybe, Cheryl and I had some feelings for each other beyond just 'friends'. I just didn't know what to do next, what was rushing, what was right...nothing.

I was also worried that she was right about the transference thing too. I might be transferring my feelings for Sue to Cheryl. I had just opened up yet another can of worms. I still knew that I had some sort of feelings for Cheryl...as Cheryl, not my ex. 

Finally, I screwed up my courage and stood up. Holding out my hand, I looked into Cheryl's big blue eyes, and blurted out what was on my mind.

"Why don't we take a long walk...just you and I? I think we need to talk, and at the moment, I think we are too afraid of the kids walking in on us again. Would you do that? Walk with me I mean?"




The Accident Ch. 07



She took my hand in hers, and that touch was electric. I held her hand as she stood.

"Yes, we do need to talk John. We have a lot of ground to cover and a short time to do that in."

"Are you getting all...well...professional on me now?"

"Yes."

That simple single word answer told me that Cheryl had been thinking last night or this morning too. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was seeing something here that just wasn't there. Maybe I was fooling myself into believing Cheryl was Sue in some weird way. Deep inside I was beginning to think hard about some tough questions. Questions to which I may not like the answers either.

Cheryl and I walked on a pathway up behind the cabins of the lodge. Topping out on a ridge with about a billion trees around I was pleased to see that there was a spot where we could sit and overlook the bay below. The sight was breath taking and I was mesmerized for some time, just looking at all the different things I could see.

Eagles flying way up above, circling around looking for food. Way off down the beach I could just make out a black bear flipping rocks over, looking for breakfast. The water was almost mirror smooth and the image of the tree line seemed to never stop. Wherever I looked there were trees and some sort of animals.

Looking around I saw Cheryl was just staring at me. I couldn't quite tell what she was thinking, and she seemed lost in thought. Finally, she cleared her throat and began to ask me more questions.

"John. When we kissed last night...what were you thinking? I mean, were you thinking about me, or maybe us, or were you thinking about Sue...your ex-wife?"

"I'm not sure. I have to admit that last night I was thinking more about everything afterwards, and to be honest, I couldn't even tell myself what or why I felt the need to kiss you as I did. You are attractive, and any man would love to get to know you better, but in my room I asked myself if I was thinking about Sue or if I was thinking about you. Honest answer...I just don't know. A little of both perhaps."

"Tell me about Sue. What is she like? What things about her do you find...irresistible?"

"First of all Sue is intelligent, and quite friendly. A little quiet at times, and up until the accident, well...I thought she was happy with me and our love life. Afterwards...I guess I found out that maybe I haven't or didn't see her as she was...or could be. Anyway, her eyes are one of the things that first drew me to her. That and her laugh."

I fell silent in thought as I remembered Sue's laugh and our first meeting. I couldn't quite come to terms with the accident yet, but in my heart I think I knew that there was something I had chose not to see in her before. Something that had I paid attention or thought about before, she may have never got into a situation like she had. Had it been my fault? Had I not done something I should or could have to prevent her from going where she had?

Cheryl was looking at me as if she wanted me to say something. I looked back at her and smiled uncomfortably, not knowing what it was she wanted to hear. Finally, I decided I had to say something into the silence.

"Last night...when we kissed...I'm not sure what I was thinking. I know I felt something...a spark or the like...electricity. Yeah...electricity. Anyway...I just don't know if I was seeing Sue in you, or if I was seeing you...for you. Sue has been on my mind a lot ever since...that...time."

I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I was ashamed that I was about to cry over this...after all this time. Again. Cheryl kept looking at me, not saying a word. For what ever reason, I began to feel a pressure to come up with something...anything...to fill that void that had just seemingly opened up in front of me.

"I...I guess that maybe I was thinking of Sue...when I first kissed you. Then, afterwards, I think I was thinking of you. But that first kiss...that very first moment...I'm sorry...Oh...damn."

I broke down. Tears fell as I realized that I still loved my wife...well...ex-wife. I loved her so much I had blinded myself to the reality of everything in my life...not knowingly, but to myself. Yes, she had cheated on me. I had found out in so...so harsh a way about it too...like a cosmic joke. A very bad joke...but a joke nonetheless.

Cheryl stood there, now looking off into the distance. She had a smile on her face...one that I could hardly see, but a slight smile was there. At that moment I came to the realization that she was a very beautiful woman, but not Sue. Not even anything like Sue. Maybe just the hair color, but as if a veil had been pulled from my eyes, I now clearly saw that Cheryl was not really that close in appearance as Sue.

What had I been thinking? How could I have seen Sue in Cheryl like I had? I had been convinced that Cheryl looked too much like Sue, and now I could see that I was not only wrong, but way off. I looked off into the distance, my thoughts in turmoil again. Confused and unsure of myself now. Tears still sliding down my cheeks, but slowing as I came to grips with reality.

At that point I also realized that Nancy looked, or rather, had looked to me a lot like Sue too. In different ways, but in my mind, they had been one and the same. Why in the hell hadn't my other shrink gotten this out of me? How I had hung onto this façade until this moment...I was embarrassed. 

"John...I think you just had...well, for lack of a better word...a moment. Just now I saw a look in your eyes; you finally saw what you needed to see. Correct?"

"Yeah. I just came to the conclusion that I love my wife...ex-wife...Susan...that you don't really look much like her at all...and that other lady...Nancy...in my mind at that time...she reminded me of Sue too. I fooled myself into thinking both of you looked like...a lot like...Sue. Why? Why would I do that to myself?"

"I don't know...maybe your mind thought it needed to protect you from yourself. I wonder...did you ever have thoughts of...well, when you found out and in the days closely following...did you ever have thoughts of...ending it all?"

"Not really...well...one night...I got real drunk...too drunk...I remember that I was pretty miserable, and depressed that night...anyway...I may have had some thoughts like that then...not for long though."

"Sometimes one's mind will block things in certain ways...each uniquely special to each person...to protect itself, and the person too. Maybe your mind acted to protect you from yourself. Just a thought...something that might help you to understand things."

"So, my mind told me that you and Nancy looked a lot like Sue? How would that protect me?"

"I'm not positive mind you...but maybe your mind knew that deep down you still loved Sue...and that you needed her...so...it made you think that certain other people looked a lot like Sue...so you would think that in some...strange way...you hadn't lost her. It's not an easy thing to explain...as I really don't understand it myself...but last night I realized that I had been doing the same thing...over my husband. I think that's why I haven't dated or even tried...all those men in my past seemed like my husband in one way or another, yet I knew he was dead. My mind was acting to protect me, just like your mind acted to protect you. I don't' understand it all myself, but I think I now know why."

"So I helped you as you helped me?"

"Yes. I think so. When we kissed last night...it shocked me. I had these feelings...that I hadn't had in so long...and when I went to bed I laid there, awake for hours thinking about you...the kisses, everything. I found out that I had been thinking you looked an awful lot like my late husband...in some ways. Then, after some hard thought, I realized that you in fact didn't look even close to him."

"So...what do we do now?"

"First of all...I don't think there is an us...is there? What are you feeling? Is there still an attraction for me in you?"

"Heh heh...well, I'm a man...and you are beautiful...but you are also not Sue. I think I want...I know I need Sue. She's in my heart...my mind...my soul. It is the one thing I am absolutely sure of at this moment too. I can clearly see that I've been blind...to many things, but now I am seeing the light of day. I'm sorry...I mean...well...did you have feelings for me...anything?"

"Last night I did, this morning...lets just say that we somehow both helped each other see the light of day...the reality of our worlds. You are a handsome man...and I would be delighted if you wanted to take me out...but I think that we both know it isn't going to happen now. You have that one person you love...the love of your life...you need to get back with her."

"Damn...I paid that other shri...I mean doctor to help me and I don't think that they helped me at all, except to my money."

"Sometimes the doctor and patient don't...'click' sometimes they do. I think whatever guides us through life...your inner-self, guided you to me...unknowingly...and together we figured out both of our problems. I didn't even realize I had a similar problem...until last night."

The rest of the day went by quickly. We went out on the water fishing, and Joan managed to get us into some salmon. I caught a nice big one...about thirty five pounds. Later, that evening, we had a nice salmon bake.

That night as I lay down I suddenly realized that I could lose my wife...well...ex-wife. If I didn't move soon, and get back with her, Sue just might find someone else. That thought stunned me into a plan of action. A plan that might just fix everything between us.

In the morning, I told Cheryl and the kids that I had had a wonderful time, but I was cutting my trip short. I noticed that Greg and Joan seemed less than happy about my leaving, but then I knew Cheryl would be more willing to find someone else now too. Someone who hopefully would make her happy and loved.

My flight out was arranged and by evening I was in Seattle. The next afternoon I was back home unpacking. As soon as I was showered from my traveling, I called Sue. It was a call that made me nervous as I didn't know how Sue would react to me. I had some ground to cover with her. I only hoped that she hadn't changed her mind about us.

"Hello?"

"Sue...it's me...John...um...could we get together...tonight? I know it's short notice and all...but I have something I need to tell you. I think it's pretty important."

"John? You're back already? Tonight? Well, I really didn't have anything planned...I guess you could come over..."

"No. I want to pick you up and we'll go out to dinner. I'd like to take you somewhere nice and quiet where we can talk. Just the two of us."

"Okay. Uh...what time?"

"How does seven sound to you?"

"Seven it is. I'll be waiting...are you okay John? I mean...you were going to be gone for three weeks and it's barely been one...is everything all right with you?"

"I'm great. I really am. I had...look, we'll talk later. I have so much to say...and something to ask...I'll see you at seven."

"Okay...I'll see you then. Bye John."

I hung up my heart swelling. I was as excited as I had been in a long time. I know I must have sounded very out of character to Sue...but it took all I could to just ask her out and not spill everything I had figured out. I only hoped Sue would be accepting of me. I wasn't sure how she'd take this night...at all.



The Accident Ch. 08



Becoming a divorcee at my age had never crossed my mind. Now I was on of those statistics I used to read about. For quite some time now I had been trying to come to terms with how I, in my stupidity, had ruined what John and I had together. My thoughts had been around and through all of what I had done with Bill, and why I even allowed myself to do those things with him.

The drugs...well, I'm not sitting here saying that it was all the 'drugs' fault. Part of it had been the compliments and attention he paid to me. I had been feeling...old...plain...and not that it was John's fault, used up. Bill brought me out of my funk and actually made me feel beautiful. 

While being with Bill had been exciting and sexually so, I knew that I loved my husband too. I let myself be talked into being with Bill more and more, and it got easier every time. The real truth was I was feeling sexy and beautiful with Bill, yet still the same old Sue with John. 

That sex...part of me had been on fire for more and more of it. Bill had treated me more like a slut than John ever would have. Bill took what he wanted, nicely, but forcefully. It hadn't been so much Bill's cock size either. I mean, at times he actually bumped into my cervix deep in me and those 'bumps' hurt. Then we were involved in the accident. All that illicit sex had been discovered.

When John walked out on me I soon found out that I deeply loved him far more than I had ever realized. The pain I had caused him was not worth all the fun I thought I was having. I kicked myself time and again for having cheated on John with Bill. I asked myself why I hadn't just told John about my fears and desires. I had no answers.

The doctor I started to see helped me a lot, and many of the issues that made me ripe for taking had been brought out and laid to rest...yet I was still alone every night. After John hurt me while having sex that night...I just gave up. I thought John would never come back to me...his anger was too deep.

I made up my mind to wait however long it took to see if John would ever think about trying to be with me again. I didn't want any other man. I wanted my John. If I ever got the chance, I'd never...ever...let anything happen to us again. John was my happiness, and I knew that now. I was painfully aware that the chances of us being a couple again were extremely slight.

When John started dating that slut...okay, that's not fair, she probably really isn't a slut or a bitch at all...all the same, I felt like she...Nancy, was taking John away from me with a certainty that I couldn't prevent. Helpless, I could only watch as my one true love, the man I loved all these years, was driven away by the thoughts of what I had done, what I had become.

When he told me about his vacation I was curious why he even bothered, since we were barely friends anymore. I think I had a premonition that he was about to make a serious life changing decision, and I feared I would no longer be a part of his life...at all. Not that I deserved to be, but I clung to every little thread I could to keep him in my life.

His seeing only Nancy had caused me to be afraid too. I could see her influence on him was stronger than he admitted to himself, and I couldn't see how she was doing it either. I saw a man torn between loving me and loving someone else. I saw a man torn between hating me and wanting me too. The thought that it was entirely my fault, brought on by my cheating with Bill, caused me many sleepless nights.

I had never known such deep unhappiness as I felt now. I felt I had lost everything and each time I thought about what I had done for Bill that I hadn't done for John, I'd die a little inside. I knew that even with the help of the doctor, I would have a very difficult time surviving if and when John totally cut me loose. I imagined that the time for that was very near to hand too. If I could have, I'd have spilled all to his mom in hopes that she would be able to help me to come up with something...anything to fix things. I had known her only briefly, but she accepted me into her life without reservation. When she died I had felt like my own mother had died as well. She had been one of those kind, caring and loving people.

I imagine that if John's mom had still been alive, I may have thought differently about things and never cheated on him either. Well, I was telling myself that. When he told me about his father and why he wasn't in John's life anymore, I'd felt the loss and pain of my husband's words, taken them to heart.

That's why what I did with Bill was so mind twisting for me now. I had beaten myself up so many times wondering how I had been so stupidly and foolishly led astray by that man. I could come up with no reason...other than what I told John. Bill had made me feel beautiful, sexy and wanted. The sex we had, especially the way he 'took' what he wanted. Nice, yet firmly getting his desire.

Even when I knew he had drugged me and made me pliable to his desires...by the time I realized what he had done, I had already been with him without the added 'help'...and that just made me feel I then had no right to protest. After all...I'd willingly been with Bill by then, so what difference did it really make?

Now...I was alone, sad, and very lost. I'd felt used up before, not ever knowing exactly how that felt. I was on a thin line. Depression and unbidden, dark, troublesome thoughts often entered my mind, thoughts that I had talked to my doctor about. She pushed for me to take some drugs for that...but I felt I needed to feel this pain...for a while at least. To make sure I remembered just what I had thrown away.

It was a dangerous game I was playing with myself then. One that could end up with me dead and gone. I walked that line, the edges of it drawing me in and out many times a day. I thought deep down that if I lost John forever, I would rather be out of my misery than have to face myself each day.

When John called me that night, having gotten back from his vacation, I was surprised. That night too, I'd been depressed. I thought that he was about to cut me loose. I thought I had finally lost my John forever. He was going to take me out in a public place, then dump me. 

I slept roughly the night before, nightmare after nightmare keeping me in a state of half sleep. I must have looked like hell that next day at work. I was thankful it was a Friday, so I wouldn't have to answer any questions about my appearance till Monday. If I was still alive then and if I still felt like living, I would answer those questions.

My life wasn't all darkness though. I still had John until he dumped me, and I could work with that for now. I only hoped that if and when he pushed me away he would be gentle and kind. I know I didn't deserve any kindness from him...but I hoped that he would still think well enough of me to take it easy.

Arriving early for our 'date' I almost left. I was fearful of what was to come and I didn't think I'd be able to handle his rejection. He sounded so very sure of himself on the phone...insistent on taking me out instead of a private time of just us. I steeled myself for what was to come and went inside.

Early as I was I was surprised to see John already waiting at the table. As the waiter left us, John looked at me and smiled. Smiled? I was unsure of what was going on in his mind, and his smile actually seemed to reach his eyes. Now I was doubly nervous...after what he had 'arranged' for Bill, and his having been so successful in getting it all done...what could I expect from him?

"Thank you for coming Sue. I'm really happy you came."

"Uh...well, I had to come and see what was so important and all John. Why did you cut your vacation short? Did you find yourself finally? Ready to make your choices?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact Sue, I have 'found myself' as you put it. The lodge owner...Cheryl...well it turned out she is a licensed Psychologist. She was able to help me so much more than that goof ball I was seeing. She brought out what was really bothering me, and after I thought about it, I knew what I had to do."

I heard his words and knew it was coming. He wasn't going to wait until after we had eaten...he was going to hit me with it now. I could see it in his eyes. He was enjoying his little game with me, and though I knew I deserved no better, I still was crying out deep inside for him to want me, to need me. I braced myself for what was to come.

"And, what you had to do is...?"

"Sue, I love you. I always have. What you did...what happened, it cut me to the core...but even after that I still knew, deep down inside that I loved you. Cheryl was able to bring me to an understanding of what I had to do, and..."

It must have been the look on my face that stopped him. He had an uncertain look now, maybe from the tears welling up in my eyes threatening to fall down my cheeks. I knew it was over now. I had lost him. Whatever else I did, no matter what I said, no matter what I truly did feel for him, he was about to shove me out of his life.

"Then...do what you have to do John. Just get it over with."

"What? You don't understand Sue. Please...we've been through so very much over the last months..."

"You're going to cut me loose aren't you? I mean, that's why you wanted it so public isn't it? To make me feel like shit? To rub it in my face? Get it done John...don't make me sit here in pain and suffer...just do it."

"Sue...you don't understand...I'm not here to get even or leave you...SUE...SUSAN wait..."

I had stood up and turning, I ran. My tears were falling and I really didn't hear his last words, calling on me to wait. I just ran out of the restaurant, blindly trying to get away from the pain. Damn him...he followed me...running faster than I could in my heels, he caught me within the first three windows of the restaurant.

Standing there, in front of God and everyone...he took me in his arms and hugged me tightly. I let loose, tears falling, making a dark stain on his jacket, crying as he held my head to his chest. I tried to pull away once, but John held me so tightly I had no chance, so I just gave up and collapsed in his arms.

"Susan...I love you. I do. Please...don't cry. I was trying to tell you I need you. I'm not trying to push you away; I'm not wanting to leave you. I...I need you."

"Wh...what? What are you saying John? What do you mean?"

"I probably did this all wrong...I'm sorry. I decided I need you in my life Sue. I want us to be husband and wife again. Look...I know what happened...what...you and he did wasn't all you. I know it will take a while before I can totally forget it, if I ever can. I know even with that we may not make it together...but I also know I need you. You Susan...I want you...I...I love you. Do you hear me? I love you. I want us to be...'us' again."

I was stunned. I hadn't expected this. Of everything that had happened since the accident, this was the one thing I was sure I'd never hear from John. Yet...here he was, holding me in his arms, looking into my eyes, telling me he needed me, that he loved me...that he wanted me. Me...his cheating slut of a wife...he was...was he willing to forgive me then? Could he? Had he lost that anger?

"John...have you lost your mind? I cheated on you...on us. How could you want me now? What about that anger you have with me? I don't understand."

"Look, part of my problem was my parents...when dad left mom and me...I know it now...part of it was what you did to me...to us. I found out I needed to forgive you...and I have, in my mind and soul...up there in Alaska. I truly did. I felt the change in me the night it happened. I knew then what I had to do. I'm not saying that it's all over yet, I'm sure I'll certainly have some trust issues, for a while anyway. I'm just saying I do know one thing...I love you and I need you in my life...as my wife. As my...lover. I really need you Sue. You are a part of me I have to have."

"Just like that? It's over with? All that anger? Gone?"

"I'm not positive about it all being gone yet Sue...but I am sure of one thing...I have to have you in my life. I need you. I love you. I...forgive you Susan. Can you forgive me?"

"You don't need my forgiveness John. What I did..."

"Sue...I hurt you...I hurt you bad that night. I hurt you physically, and scared you. I scared myself too. If I could hurt you like that, you must have felt that I might be capable of more...I need forgiveness too. I should have been paying you more attention, not taking you for granted. I should have worked harder at letting you know what and how I feel about you. How beautiful you are...how much I love you...everything."

I was still in shock. John had turned about so much I almost didn't recognize the man I had been married to...at all. I could see he was serious about what he was saying. I just couldn't wrap my mind around all that had happened yet. What the hell had this Cheryl done to my husband? How had she been able to get through to him in such a way that he would want me back...now...after everything?

I let John lead me back to our table. I was sniffling still, and wiping the tears from my face. Everyone was staring at us as he sat me down, holding my chair for me. I sat sideways to the table, hands in my lap, my mind all mixed up with what was happening. I was looking at my hands in my lap, not wanting to face the other people in the place, or see their stares.

Suddenly I noticed that John was kneeling in front of me. On one knee. He took my hands in his and looked into my eyes. It was then I realized he had put something in the palm of my hand...Looking down I saw the little box, the little heart shaped red box with the red velvet tie around it. 

I stared at it...wondering what was inside? Then I looked up into John's eyes. I saw tears, welling up. 

"Sue. Will you be me wife? Again?"

I sat there, shocked. Of all the things in my mind, this was the farthest from what I could have imagined would be happening that moment. I glanced around and saw smiling faces, people, strangers, smiling at the proposal of marriage in such a public place. 

I slipped the red velvet band off the box and pulled it open. Inside was a set of rings. Diamond rings. Wedding rings. Tears fell down my cheeks...I sat there not knowing what to say. It happened so fast. One minute I was running away the next...

"Are you sure John?"

"Sure as I can be of anything Sue. Will you marry me?"

I took the rings out of the box, and slipped them on my finger. They fit perfectly. The diamonds were bigger than those on my original rings. They glittered in the light as I held my hand up in front of me.

"I take that to be a yes?"

"What? Oh...yes...yes I will marry you John. I promise...this time I'll never, ever do anything to cause you to doubt me again. I'll always be faithful to you. Only you."

People around started clapping as John hugged me tightly. I was stunned, happy and scared. I felt like the clock had been turned back in time to that one day so many years ago...to the first time John proposed to me. 

"Can we go?"

John looked at me...confusion all over his face.

"Go?"

"Yes. I want to go home. I want you to come with me. I want you. Now."

"Aren't you hungry though?"

"I'll eat...later. Right now I want you. Please?"

We got up and left. John paid the waiter a few bills to take care of the unused table, and grabbed my hand. By the time we got to his place I was calming down on the surface, but still wound up pretty tight inside. John picked me up and carried me over the threshold...all the way to his bedroom. Setting me down gently, he took my hands in his.

"We don't have to do anything. I'd be happy just holding you to me all night long. I want you to know that we will only do what you are comfortable with Sue. I...I...don't want you to feel threatened...in any way...by me."

I reached out and took his head in my hands. Our lips met, crushing against each other. I darted my tongue out and invaded his mouth. He allowed me inside, and then we began a tongue duel. As I fell back on the bed, John followed never letting our lips separate. On top of me, his body covering me, we kissed for what seemed like hours. It was only a few minutes, but for me at least, I savored every second of it.

Breaking our kiss, I placed my hands on his chest, holding him up and off of me a bit. He looked into my eyes, and we just stared at each other for a moment. Then our lips met, once again crushing, tongues entwined.

Breaking apart again, I began to undo the buttons on his shirt. Soon I was pulling it off him, tossing it to one side. As I began to work on his pants, he unzipped my dress. Starting between my shoulders, I felt the zipper being pulled down, down and down. The cool air of the room invaded the gap created by the open zipper.

I raised up as he pulled the dress from my body, allowing him to remove it freely. My nipples hardened in the air, sticking out like little bullets. John gazed down at my chest, even though I had a bra on, it felt like he was staring right through me. From any other man it would have made me feel uncomfortable...but right now, with John, I felt my pussy flooding with wetness.

I pushed and tugged until his pants joined his shirt on the floor. I snagged his shorts at the same time, so I was looking at his very hard, stiff cock bobbing in the air as he moved to pull my bra off. My hand wrapped around his throbbing rod, holding it tightly, yet gently. I stroked him a few times, before sitting up and pushing him onto his back.

He took my hair in his hands and twirled it into a ponytail, grasping it behind my head as my lips caressed his chest and tummy. I looked up into his eyes as I moved my lips down, kissing and licking his body. He maintained eye contact with me, right up until my lips slipped around the head of his hot cock. 

His head laid back and as I kept my eyes on him, I allowed my lips to take in more of his shaft. I only looked away when I wanted to see his chest...then I looked up at his face. His eyes were closed as I took him into my mouth, then down my throat. I felt my lips rubbing his pubic hairs as I bottomed out, and held still. 

I stayed that way, his cock down my throat, until he finally opened his eyes and looked down into mine. Then, while he stared into my eyes, I pulled up, my lips encasing his shaft all the way up until just the head was trapped in my mouth. I started to bob up and down on his shaft, holding still each time he looked away, until he looked back into my eyes, then I would move again.

Soon, he got my drift, and just kept staring into my eyes as I sucked him. I sucked as he began to cum, and let him hold my head tightly in his hands as he shot off into my mouth. His eyes closed as he came, I kept my eyes on him...and afterwards, as his eyes opened, I began to bob up and down again. 

He never went soft. Throbbing in my mouth as I sucked, I kept it up until finally he pushed me off. I still tried to get my lips back around his shaft, but he held me back. As I finally gave up and let him roll me onto my back, he moved his head between my legs.

John's hot breath caressed me as I felt his tongue slip between my folds. I had a handful of his hair in each of my hands. His tongue expertly slipping and sliding all around my most sensitive areas, teasing me, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm in a very short time.

I felt his fingers start playing with my hole, two of them sliding in, all the way, then out. He increased his tonguing of me, his thrusting fingers working in and out faster and faster. He sucked my clit in between his lips and holding it there, he began to suck and release, suck and release, driving me up...and finally over into one of the strongest orgasm's I'd ever had. 




The Accident Ch. 08



After I came, he kept up his attack, not letting me go, and soon I was headed for another. I cried out in ecstasy, and fell into my next orgasm easily. Far quicker and far better than the last. John was like a man possessed. He took me up and over several times before allowing me a rest. It was as he pulled his fingers out of me that I realized that he had four inside me. Two in my pussy, two in my ass. I had no idea when the two extra fingers had been added in my ass. 

I felt the stirrings of another orgasm building as his fingers popped out of me, a delicious feeling of need and wantonness stirring deep inside. I moved on my side, and sucked his cock briefly while he tried to move me onto my back. I refused to give up his cock, my lips wrapped around his shaft tightly. He finally gave up and laid back.

I moved up and straddled him then, my wet pussy literally dripping onto his crotch as I positioned myself over him. Then, as he lay under me, I lowered my body down, the head of his cock splitting my pussy lips wide open, allowing him to enter me.

As I dropped down, I began to play with his nipples... toying with them, pinching and rolling them around between my fingers. He groaned as I let my body drop down quickly onto his. His shaft felt like it was splitting me wide open as I bottomed out on him. I could feel his hot hard cock deep inside me, and I knew that from that point on, it would be the only shaft, the only cock I'd ever allow inside of me.

I sat on him, looking into his eyes as he lay there under me. I began to move up and down, rolling my hips back and forth as I did. He moaned, then reaching up and out, he began to play with my hard little nipples. His touch caused a mini orgasm, driving me to move faster and more forcefully until I was almost bouncing off of him. I felt John tense, his cock throbbing and swelling up even larger inside my tightly clasping pussy. The knowledge that he was about to cum deep inside me caused me to spiral into another orgasm...a very strong orgasm. I froze on top of him as waves of pleasure washed over me, savoring every second. I loved him so much...and I knew that no matter what, I'd never...ever stray again. 

His hot juice shot into me, splashing against the walls of my pussy, as I spasmed in after shocks. I collapsed onto his chest, hugging him tightly to me. Then I sat up on him, looking down into his eyes.

"Oh John...I love you so much. Thank you...thank you for taking me back...for forgiving me...for saving me."

"I love you too Sue...no matter what. I love you too."

"I'll never..."

His fingers touched my lips, preventing me from telling him that I'd never cheat on him again. Looking into my eyes he just smiled and said...

"I know. I know you won't. Let it go. Just...love me now...okay?"

I fell back onto his body, hugging him tighter than I had before. I had tears in my eyes and they fell onto his chest while I held him. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, not having pulled out of me. I lay there, feeling him get hard again as my nipples poked his chest. 

He began to kiss me, my cheeks, my forehead, then my lips. He sucked my lips into his mouth, and then his tongue slipped inside, caressing and seeking out my tongue. Kissing like this caused his cock to throb, coming back to life. I had never felt his cock grow to hardness inside me before...and I almost swooned realizing it was my husbands cock, John's cock that was making me feel so sexy, so wanted...so loved.

John rolled me over in a sudden move and for a moment I had a twinge of fear deep inside. I asked myself if there was going to be a repeat of the last time we had sex like this. Would he get angry again? Could he handle it if he did? I had just a few second thoughts as he lined up and plunged into me. 

I kept my eyes on his...I think, searching for 'that' look. I realized that I still had a little fear, and with him being so forceful at that moment, I maybe had good reason to be. But, I held off from stopping him. I guess, deep down, I had to know...I had to know now.

His thrusts were hard and each was full, all the way out, then all the way inside. Grinding against me as he bottomed out. His eyes still held a look of love so as he continued with his thrusting, I began to relax, so far...so good.

Pretty soon I could feel the ripples of a nice orgasm building deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper causing his thrusts to be harder. He was riding me hard and I was hoping he'd put me away oh so wet. I was already wet too...very wet.

I pinched his nipples as he fucked me, his pubic bone grinding on mine, my clit seemingly vibrating on each bottoming. When I slipped into my orgasm I wasn't sure, but I knew I was suddenly cumming harder than I had all night, and that was saying something. John kept thrusting until I felt his cock beginning to spurt that hot white liquid deep inside me as I was coming down from my orgasm.

Stiffening, he held himself inside me, hot cum flooding my pussy. The feeling of hotness and wetness inside set me off on yet another orgasm...several mini orgasms. When I came to, John was laying on me, kissing me. 

"Are you all right Sue? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"Oh, no...no lover, you didn't. It was...wonderful. I came...so hard. So many times. I love you John...I really do."

"I love you too Susan Adams. Mrs. Susan Adams."

Tears flowed from my eyes. His love showed in his eyes as he said 'I love you'. He did love me still. He did love me. I cried then...shamelessly and fully as he looked at me.

"Sue...are you okay? I did hurt you...I'm sorry...I didn't mean..."

It was my turn, placing my fingers on his lips. I smiled through my tears...

"I love you too John...I'm so happy right now. You have no idea...I'm so happy. You didn't hurt me...you love me."

I learned my lesson...the hard way. It was so very hard on everyone. It hasn't been an easy time since, and there have been some really tough time's now and then. Still, we talk and work through them. All of them. No secrets, no hiding of anything. Even the little things are discussed and settled before we go to sleep. It's been almost two years now since that dark time.

There have been many very good times too. The good times have been so special for us both. There have been more good times now than bad, one thing more to be thankful for. I know that John has given me his trust back. I also know that I will never, ever do anything to cause him to doubt that trust or me again. 

You may wonder about Bill. All I will say is that I heard from John one time that "Bubba" had sent him a short note of thanks for the 'bitch'. He's really working out fine. He took some breaking in, but now he was a good bitch. Anytime John needed some more 'help' that way; Bubba would more than happy to help him out.

Knowing that Bill became some large inmate's bitch in the way he did gives me pause for thought from time to time. I'm so happy that John was able to forgive me...and that we've managed to move on. I know that if he hadn't, I could have easily ended up in just as bad a situation as that bastard Bill did. He got what he deserved. I was very lucky that I didn't get what I deserved too. Very lucky indeed.

Oh yeah...by the way...I found out just yesterday that John and I are expecting a baby. I really hope that John likes twins. All I hope is that they have ten fingers and ten toes, and are healthy little ones. We've been shopping around for a house...three bedrooms and all that...and John was recently given a new job with the company he works for. President. His boss is retiring and he put John in his place. Things are looking up.