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Julie Ch. 10

By: KKHowling



The following week Julie got an email from Greg's personal account. He was going to be in town Thursday to visit one of the other companies in the area. He hinted he might have a few minutes at his hotel after the visit and before the obligatory business dinner. 

The way he phrased it made it pretty clear to Julie what he was getting at. She thought about Anne Marie, the woman she had seen blowing Greg in his car. That was essentially what he was offering her. In his hotel room, not a parking lot, it was true. But he made it sound like he would only have time for her if she was going to give him a blow job.

Was it another test of his power over her? Her willingness to please him? How much control he could exert over her? Julie couldn't help thinking that the next step would indeed be to get her to go down on him in a parked car somewhere. She also couldn't shake the thought that if he wanted it, she would probably do it.

While that day might come, Julie wasn't going to offer. And, as willing as she was to go down on him, she felt like she had to put up some resistance or he would only be encouraged to push her further.

And besides, Julie wanted his cock in more than just her mouth.

So she agreed to meet him, but she didn't want it to be entirely on his terms. As she had done before, she arrived at his hotel in a short skirt and removed everything under it before going up and knocking on his door.

When he let her in and, as she had hoped, ordered her to her knees and then to suck his cock, Julie was compliant. How could she resist when he said those words that evoked such a response in her? 

But she didn't go at it with the intention of making him cum. Not then anyway. When he was straining, erect and dripping with her saliva, Julie pulled away and gave him a sly smile. Then, as he watched her with an eyebrow raised in modest surprise, Julie stood up, turned around and bent over the small table. Looking over her shoulder at him, Julie pulled up her skirt, exposing her ass and her glistening pussy.

"Don't worry, lover," she cooed. "You're still going to get to cum in my mouth. Just give me a little tickle first." She batted her eyelids in an almost comical manner. Greg drew a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he stepped up behind her.

There was definitely a sense that she was bucking his power. When he put his cock in her, he was rougher than usual. He didn't take his time working his large member into her gradually, but rather thrust it in hard, causing Julie to gasp in a mixture of surprise and pain. He took hold of her hips and shoved himself violently into her a dozen or more times, causing her to scream out. It was an intertwining of pleasure and pain and it was a delicious combination.

He drove her to orgasm deftly, rapidly almost turning her inside out as the passion erupted in her. When it passed, Julie turned around and resumed her position on her knees. She took his cock, sticky and pungent in her hand and made an erotic show of licking her juices from it. Then she took him back in her mouth and did as she had promised.

The groans and the spasms as he came once again caused her body to flush with heat and satisfaction. She swallowed down the fruits of her labor, again thinking that she had discovered something that seemed to be the best of both worlds... for both of them. 

As she drove home, Julie thought about how sex with Greg had evolved. And was still evolving. Had Julie ever gone down on a man like that? Right after he had withdrawn from her still throbbing pussy? That she was willing to do it was surprising enough. But it was more than that.

Julie actually found herself preferring it that way. Sure, part of that might be because Greg made it the only way they could have sex in situations like tonight. Still, that wasn't the whole story. There was something about having him cum in her mouth. About swallowing for him. Those acts were things strongly associated with submissiveness, weren't they? And that was the key to her sex with Greg, wasn't it?

Given all that, it shouldn't have come as much of a surprise that she found their encounters gravitating toward that. Greg's seemed to prefer it that way himself. Sure, it was one way to avoid using a condom. But Greg also understood the submissive nature of a woman accepting his cum in her mouth and down her throat. And he clearly loved to see Julie submissive, kneeling and swallowing.

Two weeks later, Greg emailed to let Julie know he was going to be staying at the new apartment that week. Tentatively, he would be the only one there over the weekend. Weeknights were another matter though. If he was able to get the place to himself for a night, he'd let Julie know, but at least if she wanted to stop by Saturday afternoon, that would probably be their best opportunity.

Julie responded immediately, conjuring an excuse to give Gary even as she emailed Greg to tell him she would be there.

Gary, as usual, was quite understanding when Julie told him Friday at their routine restaurant dinner that she'd have to go into work the next day for a few hours. That night she lay in bed with Gary on top of her, between her legs, but Greg in her mind. It was her first real orgasm with Gary in many weeks.

Saturday finally arrived and Julie apprehensively checked her email. Greg assumed that everyone would be headed home Friday night or Saturday morning. But, on projects like this, it wasn't inconceivable that people would have to stay and work the weekend. Fortunately, there was no email from Greg, which presumably meant everything was on.

Julie arrived at the apartment in mid-afternoon. It was a nice looking place in a complex of similarly rented units, all geared toward business travelers on extended trips. Julie walked up to the front door, then hesitated before ringing the bell.

What if one of Greg's colleagues was still here? It could be someone who could recognize her. That would be disastrous.

But, Julie asked herself, she wasn't going to go home unsatisfied, was she? No, of course not. Greg would certainly have let her know if there was any reason not to come today. After all, he had at least as much at stake.

She rang the bell.

Greg answered the door and, much to her relief, smiled and invited her inside. Julie took a look around as she walked in. It was tastefully but unremarkably appointed. Everything looked nice but bland, like the decorator's objective was to provide the furnishing equivalent of beige. Not that she really cared, of course. She was here to get her brains fucked out. And, a perversely excited part of her brain added, suck all the cum out of his balls that she could.

It was an incredible couple of hours, including several gut wrenching, heart stopping orgasms for Julie. And two ball draining climaxes for Greg, both of which Julie accepted in her mouth on her knees before him. 

The kneeling, the sucking, the swallowing were somehow conspiring to make the pleasure she got during sex even more intense. Greg's huge member pounding in and out of her was obviously more than enough to give her orgasms that threatened to turn her whole body inside out. But the added factor, knowing that she was going to go down on him afterwards... well, it was something kinky, something slutty. It was hot and erotic. And submissive. Just thinking about it was enough to make Julie's belly tingle with anticipation.

The second time they had been doing it doggie style. Greg was ramming his cock in and out of her like a steam locomotive. Julie came once and Greg kept going, no indication of relenting. Then she came again, almost biting the pillow in half as she buried her head in it to muffle her frantic screams of ecstasy.

Then Greg had tapped her ass with his hand and, almost like it was telepathy, Julie understood. As he withdrew his throbbing hard cock, she whirled around on her hands and knees to face him. She only had to wrap her lips around him and bob a few times before he exploded. 

She sucked him carefully for a minute or two after he came, slipping a finger into her pussy as she did. Rubbing the hot juices energetically on her clit quickly brought her to another orgasm. Cumming with his cock in her mouth was indescribable. His load was sliding down her throat even as her hips bucked and shook. It was an elusive crossroads of pleasure for her, two things she loved coming together at exactly the right moment. It was enough to make a girl lose her mind.

Another benefit of taking him in her mouth was revealed a few minutes later when Greg rolled her onto her back and put his head between her legs. His tongue was experienced, deft and relentless. Julie came hard again and again as he licked her clit and lips expertly.

The following Saturday, they did it all again. This time they decided that there was no reason to confine themselves to the bedroom. So Greg fucked her bent over the dining room table, on her back on the dining room table, on her hands and knees on the living room floor, her straddling him on the sofa... 

There was an energy to their sex, a ferociousness. Like they were both trying to somehow push it to an even higher level. When they changed positions, Julie would suck his cock for a moment, or Greg would lick her pussy. He would rub his cock on her tits, leaving a trail of her juices on them, then lick it off.

The first time they finished with him tit-fucking her while reaching back and fingering her. Just as Julie started to cum, Greg leaned forward and put his cock in her face. With her orgasm just about to explode, Julie just barely managed to close her lips around him. Then she was cumming, her body thrashing, her pelvis thrusting up into his finger even as she was nearly gagging on the cum that was simultaneously shooting into her mouth. It was that fabulous nexus of pleasures once again and as her orgasm passed, Julie sucked him so hard and so greedily, that he had to pull away.

The second time they finished doggie style, like the week before. Again, Julie understood and responded to Greg's tap instinctively. The smell of herself on him, right under her nose like that was so powerful that she almost came without touching herself. As she sucked him to completion, she again fingered herself to another explosive climax.

As she lay exhausted on the floor beside him, Julie kissed her way up and down his chest. His softening cock evoked a feeling of loss in her. It indicated that it was time to go back to being the Julie that everyone else knew. The insatiable slut that Greg had unlocked in her had to be put back in her cage until next time.

After she left, Julie wondered what it would be like to be with Greg whenever she wanted. To go to bed every night with him and wake up every morning with him. Have him fuck her like that whenever they wanted, no sneaking around, no hurrying. Just totally indulge in him.

What would it be like to come home from a busy, frazzling day at work, complaining about her day? And instead of Gary's soothing words of sympathy, she had Greg there, ignoring her grumblings, telling her to get on her knees as he pulled his cock out of his pants? 

Not that Julie thought there was any chance of having Greg to herself. Greg was never going to be a one-woman man and, whatever this arrangement was for her, Julie was still not enough of a fool to think it was a real relationship. As long as it suited them both, they would keep hooking up when they could. But that's still all it was. 

And she had to keep reminding herself that she was a married woman, too.

It did seem that Greg had feelings for her. He made time for her whenever possible. He was still having sex with other women, Julie was sure. But that didn't particularly bother her. Julie's plan to make herself his first choice seemed to have worked. She was giving him everything she could to satisfy him the best that she knew how. And he kept coming back.

The next weekend, Greg wasn't there. He had flown back a couple days before, leaving Julie with an aching that she couldn't fix. How had she gotten into a routine so quickly? How had that routine gotten to be ingrained in her head and her loins as deeply as it had? After just two weekends?

There was no point in questioning it, Julie realized. She just couldn't get herself thinking about Greg in terms of being available on a regular schedule. And, truth be told, if she kept going out every Saturday for three or four hours, Gary would have to be a complete moron not to eventually get suspicious.

When Greg came back to town the following week, Julie managed to convince him to see her Tuesday night. There was only one other guy staying at the apartment that week and, Greg believed, he probably wouldn't be home before six. So Julie arranged to meet Greg there a little after five.

Greg barely had time to pull her slacks down, fuck her over the dining table and cum in her mouth before they had to worry about his roommate coming home. It wasn't as much as she wanted, but Julie knew there were no givens. It might be the last time they had a chance for weeks, so she had to take what she could when and while she could.

Weeknights were risky because of Greg's roommates. Weekends were great when Greg was there and no one else was. But occasionally one of the roommates would have to stay and work on the weekend. Greg still had the place to himself while they were working, but it was again risky, since the roommate could come back any time.

It was during a stretch of two weeks that they were unable to arrange any meetings that something happened that brought out the fool in Julie. Gary came home one night and told her that he was going to have to spend a lot of time away over the coming weeks, working on site at a client's facility. And even when he wasn't traveling, it was likely he'd have to put in long hours at the office.

Julie did her best not to seem to happy about the news. She kissed him and told him that he supported her with all of the extra work she had to do. Certainly, he could count on her to be as understanding.

Even as she was reassuring Gary, a violent argument was erupting in Julie's mind. No, she told herself. She could not bring Greg to her house and fuck him! That was insane! That was begging to get caught!

But the other side of her brain was thinking it was an incredible break. Greg no longer had a place that they could count on having to themselves. But if Gary was going to be away or working late.... 

Even as the battle raged between her head and her hormones, Julie knew what she was going to do. She would find some way to rationalize it later, but the bottom line was that she wanted what she wanted. And she was going to take chances if necessary to get it.

That Sunday night, Gary would be flying out of town and wouldn't be back until Thursday. Something in Julie knew that she couldn't have Greg come over Sunday night. It was... too soon or something. It would be wrong no matter when, but to have Greg in her bed just hours after Gary was in it... She couldn't cross that line.

At least, she couldn't yet. She realized that her standards had a way of evolving, morphing into something that suited her desires. How long before she would cross that line? And where was the next line? How long would it take before that one was crossed as well?

Monday morning, Julie called Gary and told him that she was going out to dinner with one of her girlfriends. She made it sound like the friend had offered to go out to help keep Julie's mind off of the fact that Gary wasn't home. It was an awful lie, she knew. But Gary was touched by the sweetness of it. Wasn't that better than letting him think she didn't miss him? 

Well, she wasn't really missing him if she was only doing it to bring another man into their house to fuck him. In her marital bed, no less. She was going to have sex with Greg in her bed, wasn't she?

They had the guest room, but the bed in there was a woefully inadequate twin size. If she was going to do this, it was going to be as bad as cheating gets. Was she prepared for that?

Julie didn't have an answer. She was going to do it and just try not to think about all those things. What else could she do? Here was a way to have Greg, possibly for a few days in a row. How could she not go for it?

There were other factors that weighed in Julie's decision. Her driveway looped around behind the house and her yard was surrounded by a six foot privacy fence. Greg could pull around and park in the garage with minimal risk of anyone seeing him. He could come into the house through the garage, so there was almost no risk of getting caught once he was in. Then, assuming he left at night or very early in the morning, it was unlikely anyone would take note of his departure.

The houses in Julie's neighborhood weren't close together and there were lots of mature trees between and around most of them. And Julie, of course, would have the shades drawn too.

There was no sense in trying to convince herself, Julie realized. She was going to do it. She emailed Greg at lunch time to see if he was available. He didn't come right out and say that he was, which wasn't totally unexpected. Julie hadn't mentioned Gary being away yet. But he didn't say he had plans either.

Which either meant that he didn't have firm plans yet, or he had plans that he would break if Julie was suddenly available. Julie chose to believe it was the latter.

When Julie emailed him that Gary was out of town for the next couple nights, Greg replied with skepticism. He didn't seem particularly eager to venture into Julie's house while her husband was away. She had to convince him. This was, the more Julie thought about it, a golden opportunity. She just had to.

"Lover, don't worry. You know I'll make it worth your while."

Greg replied rather quickly.

"The parking lot at Cavanaugh's would be less risky."

Julie mulled his response over, uncertain what he meant. Was he saying that she should meet him at a bar? And give him a blow job in his car? Or that he had a date with Anne Marie, or some other "uncomplicated" woman who would be all too willing to do just that. Julie thought of a way to find out.

"I'll meet you at Cavanaugh's. 5:30?"

If he said no, then he probably had plans with someone else. If he said yes, well... There was at least a reasonable chance that Julie could persuade him to come home with her.

Just after she sent the email, it occurred to Julie that there was a flaw in her plan. Greg could easily use a meeting at a bar as a way to test her, see how far he could push her. She had absolutely no intention of doing something as crazy as giving him a blow job in the parking lot. 

And Greg knew it.

It was a chance for him to make Julie chose between who she had been her whole life and who she found herself turning into. Julie had never even considered anything like that before she had met Greg; seen it happening right before her eyes. 

It was one thing to be Greg's slut in a locked room with the curtains drawn. She could walk out afterward and act like nothing happened. And for all anybody knew, nothing did.

But in public... That was quite another matter. Words like 'slut' and 'cocksucker' were one thing when Greg was using them in the bedroom to get her hot. It would be quite another thing if they were associated with her reputation. And if someone were to see her, those were exactly the words she would be branded with.

"5:30 it is." 

Julie read Greg's response, brief and to the point. She was almost positive that he only wanted to go there to complete her humiliation, her taming. To prove to her that he had the upper hand. That she would do whatever he wanted, no matter how much it ran contrary to what she thought she knew about herself.

Even as much as she wanted to fight back and resist, Julie felt the unmistakable tingle of anticipation. That same feeling she got whenever she was going to meet Greg. It made her pussy moist and her nipples strain. It was the feeling that soon she was going to be getting that drug she craved: Greg's nine inch cock.


Julie Ch. 10



Doctor's appointments... could there be anything less humanizing? Every time she walked in Julie was certain the people inside had seen it all, everything under that thing veneer she called skin. The gross wobbly bits too...

"You know, this magazine says that the best way to use your womanly wiles on a man is to massage his feet twice a week."

Knowing how Julie felt, Matthew had come along as moral support.

"You shouldn't believe everything you read in there, dear brother. It's stuff to fill pages and get people paid." Julie just couldn't stop running her hands through her hair - it never would obey her on days like this.

"You say that now," Matthew bumped her shoulder with his own, "but I'm guessing it's going to sit at the back of your brain and just rumble around until you give it a chance. What if all men are really dictated to by the needs of their feet?" At Julie's exhaled puff, Matthew deemed a victory. It was close enough to the laugh he'd been working on since she'd exited the examination room. "If so, you should just give in now and learn all you can. In fact, you can practice on me. You can grab the lotion and give these stumps a rub anytime, now. Aren't I the best, most selfless brother ever?"

He knew he wouldn't get more than a sigh with that one and began looking for other tid-bits of absurdity in the next pile of magazines. As Matthew soon heard, it had gone past general anxiety - Julie was cracking her knuckles. "What are we waiting for again?"

"My prescription - the temporary stuff to get started, the pain killer, and make sure they called the pharmacy."

"So it's not the end of the world. How about you give those digits a rest. Show me that new cellphone you got."

Truly, it was a cheap-o cellular, eerily similar to the one before - mostly because it was the phone Julie had before. The only new change was the phone number itself. Matthew had already updated his contacts but was determined to compare the supposedly new phone of meager means to the old. His favorite feature was that if you stuck it in a sock, Julie's clunker could be used as a weapon. 

And so it went until a nurse called her name. It was only in the car that Julie took her first deep breath.

"I think I don't need anything else now. Drop me home, please."

The tone of voice told Matthew all he needed to know, but he pressed on nonetheless. "You say that, but we're supposed to have lunch."

The appointment had been for late morning and since Matthew had invited himself along, he'd invited Julie to lunch to make a day of it. Of course he had to have been at the diner during her last shift where she mentioned the doctor's. Kicking that damn wall, while satisfying in the immediate sense hadn't helped out much walking the next day's ten hour shift. And he kept mentioning that while she was going to the doctors, she could ask about the new medication for her dreams.

"So why do you need a topical pain killer again, my dearest sibling?"

"I'm only the dearest because there are no others..." Julie knew she was hedging, that Matthew had probably gotten an earful from their mother, and then a second helping from the way the conversation was going. He always avoided talking about something sensitive until Julie gave in and started first. "What did she tell you?"

"Something about you calling her out of nowhere, yelling at her, and then rudely hanging up. Her innocence and lack of duplicity was mentioned once or twice, making your aural attack on her so much more shocking. After all, she is your mother, only caring about your well-being and happiness." Matthew drove past Julie's exit on the highway, stomping out any hope that this conversation would be brief.

"And grandchildren."

"Well, that too. You've been her only hope thus far. Long term relationship, favoring the opposite sex, having sex on a consistent basis..."

She had to interrupt. If she had to talk about sex with her brother, she might vomit. "You're bi, not gay. And you only had one boyfriend, eight years ago."

"Yes, but as there is the potential for a lack of biological grandchildren, she has accounted me a total loss. That way, if I do settle with a girl and happen to have children she will be surprised. Like a kid on Christmas morn." They took the exit for another route, probably bound for Matthew's place. "And your change of subject is noted but not accepted."

"You should just tell her you favor girls anyway..."

"Wouldn't help. That month and a half where Ian was in my life has created reasonable doubt. He's the reason she never asks me about girlfriends and I have never volunteered information since." And just because he was tired of her driving the conversation, he took it in hand. "Though it might get her mind off the current bee in her bonnet."

"She's been talking to Michael."

"That douche bag again. Why has she been calling him?"

"No, other way around. And our darling mother has taken his account of things as fact."

"Maybe you should explain to her what the actual circumstances were."

"Not happening."

"Or tell her you've got a boyfriend. You have got one after all, though there's been no announcement..."

It was official; Matthew finally got a real laugh from his sister. "Peter is too new to get exposed to that. Mentioning I've got a boyfriend means producing evidence of said boyfriend. Especially as she was so keen on my high school sweetheart. And evidence only works if she believes it, which usually means providing the object in question. Peter, while a charming individual I am in no way of being ashamed of, doesn't deserve the questioning mom would subject him to. And the cooking test."

Ah, the old family story brought up at the occasional large family gathering. Matthew had told it many a time to his younger cousins so they would be wary of Aunt Gladys's tactics should they invite a significant other to a big gathering. "She hasn't done that in years."

"I haven't had a new boyfriend in years."

"Point taken. Remind me to tell Peter that old gem before you bring him to Easter." The scoff from Julie put a smile on his face "The only solution I can see for your problems is to have someone take your side in all this. Which means telling that person what really happened."

They both knew the only person it could be - the only one their mother wouldn't question on relationships. "If I tell you, you're not allowed to tell mom details."

"Agreed. She tears into details and then they end up in the oddest places."

"And I need to tell Peter."

"You haven't? Hell, Ian was just a blip for me but I still put it out there. Well, for the ones who last beyond the first week."

"I'll tell him tonight. I owe it to him anyway." With a sigh, Julie turned to gaze out the passenger window at the trees whizzing by. If she blurred her eyes it was like shifting painting.

"So would you like to pour your heart out to me over Chinese take-out or fish and chips take-out?"

***

Just starting setting up for the night's trade Peter found an odd sight banging at the main entrance. He gave a small wave but Julie kept pounding at the door.

"Thought the cliché Walt told me about women beating their way to your door didn't mean going through the door in the process." The dark expression on his new girlfriend's face made him quite happy he didn't open the lock and say it to her. "Guess I can open a hour early. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Like a zombie with a slight limp, she stormed right to the bar and ordered, "Whiskey. Now."

"That requires explanation." Peter took his place and get down a double shot glass.

"I want to explain. Thus the whiskey."

"Good. It's a code to never serve before 4 PM the good stuff without some exchange of story. Could get my secret bartender's privileges revoked if you don't." Bending down to retrieve the strictly medicinally aged whiskey, he thought twice and grabbed another glass. "So start spilling and we start swilling."

"Drink first."

"Ah-ah." He poured out the amber liquid but kept both servings out of her reach. "We played by those rules and I recall a lack of tat. Fool me once..."

"My ex got my number. He wants to talk things out." She reached over the bar and grabbed a glass from his hand.

When more information didn't dribble forth, Peter added, "And?"

She downed the whiskey and shrugged. "I didn't answer. I don't want him back, if that's what you're afraid of." A second or two after she gave the obligatory whiskey twinge. "Would never take him back."

"Aww, that's sweet of you , but you don't need to assure me. I'm awesome." After following suit and shooting his glass, "Another?"

"Yeah." Julie took off her coat and started to relax a bit.

"Why did you break up?"

"He cheated on me. With one of the partners at the firm he worked for."

Peter couldn't help the face he made -- it was reserved especially for lawyers. The next round was easier to dish out. "What a fool. Not for just being a moron but wanting to do that for a living, too."

"It gets better." The second shot disappeared a little slower than the first, yet she still beat Peter's draw. "He wanted us to take a break -- said he loved me and needed time. That maybe the break would get us back to the way we started out. Somehow I figured out where he'd be. It was a fancy club he'd taken me to once for a work party. Spotted his secretary watching over the club... watching over Mike as he's making out with not just the partner, but her husband as well."

A low whistle escaped his lips. "That deserves another shot. Call it a prescription." 

"Thanks, doctor." She slid the glass over to him and he carefully slid her refill back. "It's not the bi-thing that got me out of there. Looking back, I knew we weren't going anywhere. Separate apartments, separate lives, me making concessions for him and excuses."

A faint frown marred Peter's face before he caught up with Julie's shot. "You didn't deserve that."

"No, it wasn't just him. I wasn't all that into it either. Told myself I was, that everything was for him." She sipped the whiskey slowly, noting that slightly sweet oak taste. "I never demanded anything of him, never asserted myself. It takes two to tango. I left because he betrayed me. Cheating and lying is where I draw the line."

"I'll be sure to remember that."

"You better."

A few sips later, Julie looked ready for a nap and the second customer of the day ambled in.

"Good gravy, what happened to you?"

"Meddling mother."

"Well, it's always five o'clock somewheres, I say." Walt offered his best sympathetic smile from across the way. Approaching slowly, he took a seat beside Julie. "You have work tonight?"

"Nope. Had a nice appointment at the doctor's and took the day off." At Walt's worried look, she felt the need to explain. "Hurt my big toe and I'm putting off starting the meds until tomorrow when I'll need it." 

Peter looked Walt up and down, puzzled. "What brings you in so early, Walt. Usual?"

Walt was still dressed in his work jumpsuit. "No, no beer yet. I'll probably be coming back in later though after I've cleaned up. Took the walk to let you know Chris won't be in. He called the shop to let us know they'd be towing his hunk-o-junk in sometime tonight. I guess he's stuck in Boston until tomorrow."

"Thanks for the heads up. Get back in tonight for the game. You get to watch the home game and look for his mug on the tv all night."

Julie may have been tired but she knew that tonight wasn't exactly a slow Tuesday for C&P. It was a Friday with not only the Celts but the Bruins on too. Different cities and channels, of course. "If you need help, I can stick around tonight."

Looking at Julie now, Peter noticed that grimace she wore in had left. She seemed almost relieved though still very tired. It was a guess for him that it took all her grit to get out everything about her ex. She probably needed that nap. "Sure. But how about you head upstairs for a little. Drink some water. Lay down and get some rest. I don't want to see you before five-thirty."

"Actually, that sounds like a very good idea. Just a cat nap, though."

"Five-thirty," he said with a serious glare. "You'll just be standing around on that bum leg if you come in 'fore then. And use those meds, Jules. I don't want people to think I beat the staff or employ the walking wounded."

"Okay." With a little hop, she was a leg up on the stool, leaning over the bar, and kissing the wits out of Peter. "See you later."

Julie left with a happy smile on her face, going out the side door to Peter's flat upstairs.

Walt's chuckle woke Peter from his reverie. "Like I said, if I were thirty years younger, there would be no chance I'd let you have her..."

"I'm sure your mystery lady would be happy to hear that. Especially since she'll be in later tonight with the usual suspects."

With a flush Walt smile and walked in his usual cantor to the door. "Well then, you will definitely see me later."



Julie Ch. 10



It didn't seem to matter if she was meeting him for a full night of wild sex or just a blow job. The feeling was the same. Maybe it was a little more intense when she knew they'd have some serious time together. But any kind of sex with him excited her, caused that butterfly feeling.

Driving to meet him, Julie wanted to feel more resolved that she wouldn't let him get her out to his car. That she would resist if he unzipped his fly and presented that incredible cock to her in the front seat of his car. But she honestly didn't know how she would ever be able to say no, regardless of her apprehensions.

Perhaps a deal could be struck, she thought. If Greg did insist on it, maybe, after some posturing and some hemming and hawing, Julie could relent... on the condition that Greg came back to her house with her. For all his reluctance, he probably wanted it as much as Julie did. This could just be the excuse he needed to maintain the upper hand and still spend the night with her.

Of course, all of this was assuming that Greg was actually going to actively try to get Julie to do it. That was not definite, just how she had interpreted his email. He might have just mentioned it to see how Julie would react.

There was a natural inclination to react with a fair amount of indignation. Hadn't she always been a nice girl? In college, she and a couple of her friends had been labeled 'The Untouchables' because, while many girls were reveling in the new-found sexual freedom of college life, Julie and her inner circle were more reserved. They didn't get drunk and hook up. If they had sex at all, it was with a boyfriend they had been with for a long time. They weren't prudes, but they were respectable.

There were girls who gave blow jobs in the bathrooms at frat parties. There were girls who had sex in the bushes behind the frat houses. Julie and her ilk had judged them rather harshly, hadn't they? They were sluts. There had never been any doubt. It was a text book definition.

But now that Julie had walked in the shoes of a slut, how should she react? Even if Greg was only teasing her and had no intention of pressing her to actually do it, she should still be a little rankled, shouldn't she?

But she wasn't. There was a power and control issue, sure, but no indignation.

At 5:30 sharp Julie walked into the bar. Greg was already there and he was seated exactly where he had been sitting with Anne Marie the night Julie had first seen him. The bar was more than half full, so maybe it was just a coincidence. But it didn't feel like one.

Julie greeted Greg politely, as if they were just casual friends. If anyone had seen the way her eyes met his, maybe they would have suspected something more. But otherwise they were just friends or business associates meeting for a drink.

She ordered a drink and exchanged a few banal pleasantries. Their eyes continued to flirt and before long their conversation turned in that direction too.

"Isn't that the table you were sitting at?" Greg nodded, indicated the table where Julie and Gary had been having dinner the first time she had seen Greg.

"I couldn't help notice your choice of seats," Julie replied, raising an eyebrow. "You don't think you're going to get lightning to strike twice, do you?" He looked at her, his smirk radiating arrogance. It was all the answer Julie needed.

"Maybe you want to have a drink or two first?" he suggested. "Work up your courage?" His eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Wouldn't you rather come home with me?" Julie countered. "I'll more than make it worth your while. And tomorrow morning," she added, "you can be my breakfast in bed." She licked her lips solicitously. 

"No," he answered simply. "But if you don't want to, it's okay," he assured her in a tone that made Julie feel anything but reassured. He gave her a long, steady look, then glanced at his watch. "It's probably not too late to give Anne Marie a call and tell her I got out of working late." 

Julie digested his words, careful not to show any reaction. He was just teasing her, testing her reactions, right? Or had he really had something set up with Anne Marie? Something he had cancelled when Julie called?

On the one hand, that was a good thing. Didn't Julie want to be the one he would choose over any of the others? It seemed she was doing well on that score. But on the other hand, could he really be enough of an asshole to tell her about it? Use it as leverage against her? How brazen a jerk was he capable of being?

It should have taken Julie aback. She should have been surprised, if not furious. Did he really think he could bully her into it by telling her another woman was willing? If Julie wouldn't, he had someone who would?

But Julie desperately wanted to get him to come home with her. She wanted that night of uninterrupted time together. The uninhibited, smolderingly hot sex. And maybe she also wanted to know what it would be like to have Greg in her own bed. Was that part of it? Was that the important part? 

It hadn't really occurred to her before that moment. Sure, she wanted him somewhere that they could spend the night together. And tonight her house was just such a place. But there was something more to it. She was trying to see what it would be like if Greg really could be hers, wasn't she? Was that dangerous? Foolish? Pointless? 

It was probably a combination. But even as she realized her subconscious desire, she felt no urge to fight it. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to know what it would be like to go to sleep in her own bed with her head on Greg's chest. What it would be like to awaken with him beside her, feel his masculine presence in the familiar surroundings of her own bedroom.

Like they really were together. A couple.

A couple, yeah! Julie snorted to herself, shaking herself from the thought. Greg had just said he was going to call and meet up with another woman. One that would give him the blow job in the parking that Julie wasn't willing to give him. Maybe taking him for a test drive as a boyfriend or husband wasn't such a good idea.

"So call her," Julie said with an indifferent shrug. "Should I stick around and watch you two again?" 

"You could just come out to the parking lot, you know," Greg replied. In spite of herself, Julie found his words slightly persuasive. It wasn't like she hadn't gone down on him plenty of times before. But this was another level. This was Greg deliberately pushing her beyond where she wanted to be pushed. Julie shook her head.

Julie thought again about giving in, but using it as a bargaining chip to get what she really wanted, which was Greg in her own bed.

"Come on, Julie," Greg said with undaunted confidence. "You know you love it."

That was true too. But... But what?

Another thought crept into her mind. Maybe it had been there all along, hiding in the shadows. Was Julie resisting only to enhance the moment of surrender? Was all this posturing and build up something that she was doing for herself just to make it more intense when she finally did it? And maybe it was simultaneously something that made it more satisfying for Greg too. Despite her reluctance, her resistance, she couldn't help but give in and do as he told her.

"Who cares about a quickie in a parking lot?" Julie asked lightly. She leaned close and said softly, "You can have these velvety lips wrapped around you all night long if you want them. What do you say?"

Greg smiled and shook his head, as if there was no appeal in her suggestion at all. But Julie saw something in his eyes that said otherwise. This might all be a head game he was playing with her. Or he might really have reservations about going to her house. But there was no doubt in Julie's mind that he was sorely tempted.

They stared at each other for a long moment. Julie could feel the tingles and chills of sexual charge in their eye contact. Her eyes slipped involuntarily down to his pants. His neatly pressed khaki pants. Sure, she wanted to put her head down there, have him take out that big cock of his and tell her to suck it. And maybe even in his car. Tonight.

But he had to give something in return.

"Come on, Julie," he said with a smile. "It's so obvious you want to."

"Okay," Julie answered slowly. "Let's say I do. Let's say you talk me into it, all right?" She looked at him, returning his smile. "Afterward, you'll come back to my place? And spend the night?" Greg started to screw up his face in uncertainty. "Come on, Greg." Julie plagiarized his words. "It's soooo obvious that you want to!" She laughed and he smiled.

"Hmmm... if you do it, I have to come home with you? For the whole night? I don't know," he mused playfully. "Sounds like you're really making out in that deal."

Ten minutes later they put down their empty glasses and departed the bar. A couple minutes after that, Julie was giving her first blow job in a public place.

There was a certain thrill to it, Julie conceded to herself as she slathered her saliva up and down his throbbing girth. Not just the surging of her pussy as he moaned in response to her efforts, but the idea that someone could see them. Could see her head bobbing up and down just below the dash board. Like Julie had seen that other woman doing.

That wasn't the only thing though, was it? No, there was the surrender too. Julie had resisted, told him she wouldn't do it and maybe even convinced herself that she wouldn't or didn't want to. And now her resolve had been swept carelessly aside and she was doing what Greg wanted. What Greg had told her she had to do for him.

As she leaned over and sucked him, one of her hands took hold of him by the base of his shaft. The other slithered up to her own breast, squeezing and pinching as her lips rode up and down. She moaned around his think member, kneading herself, delighting in his every twitch and moan.

"Oh, God!" Julie panted, momentarily pausing with her face pressed against his shiny cock. "Cum, lover! Cum!" Catching her breath, she quickly took him back in her mouth and sucked him hard and fast. A few minutes later, she felt his triumphant stiffening. A minute later Julie was putting him back into his pants, the fruits of her first car blow job resting in her belly.

A half hour after that, Julie, giddy as a schoolgirl, led Greg into her house. He looked around, appraising the décor and the furnishings with a look of indifference. Julie wondered if she should offer him a tour, then decided it would be foolish. The only room she needed to show him was the master bedroom.

Five minutes later, they were undressing each other as they stood beside her bed. Julie opened Greg's shirt and kissed his chest. His finger stroked her cheek, encouraging her to continue kissing him. Then their mouths came together.

Standing beside her own bed, half naked with Greg's tongue in her mouth was like heaven to Julie. It was a moment overflowing with romance, for her at least. His powerful arms holding her against his firm chest as he kissed her, fed her his tongue for her to suck gently on. It was romantic, yes. But without losing any of the burning lust that had brought them here. This was, after all, the man whose cock she had just sucked in a bar parking lot.

This was the fantasy that couldn't be real, the rainbow that was beautiful, but insubstantial. It was hot and slutty, yet passionate and romantic. And it was all right here in her bedroom. Even as she knew she couldn't have it, keep it, Julie embraced it with her whole being.

Greg broke off their kisses and pushed down on Julie's shoulders. She looked up at him, dragging her tongue down his chest and belly as she gladly sank to her knees. She sucked him lustily for a few minutes before they climbed into her bed and fucked in missionary position, eyes locked on each other as they climaxed together. Greg came inside her, sending a jolt though her pussy as she felt him splash against her insides. It was a deep, earthy sensation, like plate tectonics causing an earthquake inside her.

Afterward, Julie got up and brought back glasses of wine and her massage oils. They sipped the wine, Greg sitting with his back against the headboard and Julie leaning against him, nestled together like true lovers.

When they finished their wine, Greg stretched out on his belly and Julie began to rub the massage oil over his shoulder and back, over his ass and down his thighs. As she slipped her hands to the insides of his legs, she could feel him start to stir again. Then he rolled onto his back so Julie could rub his chest and abs with the oil. This time when she rubbed the insides of his thighs, she could clearly see him stiffening.

The sight of Greg's cock beginning to harden caused her breath to hitch. It was a sight that evoked a response that she couldn't even describe to herself. Like witnessing a perfect sunset, it just completely captured her.

She watched until he was almost completely erect. Then she wrapped an oily hand around him and pumped him a few times. She could feel almost immediately how he swelled to his full hardness. Her pussy dripping, she straddled him and rode herself to a couple more incredible orgasms.

If the first fuck in Julie's bed had been about passion, this time was about lust. Greg rolled her over and fucked her doggie style, then missionary again. Then he climbed astride her and fucked her tits, before guiding her to turn sideways on the bed and fucking her mouth as she lay on her back with her head over the side. Then she was being pulled out of the bed and being pushed down across it as Greg got in behind her and fucked her to her fourth orgasm. She was still panting hoarsely and moaning as Greg gave her the now-familiar tap on the ass.

Julie turned and slid down to her knees between Greg and the bed, her mouth opening expectantly. But either she hadn't reacted quickly enough, or Greg had waited a little too long to signal his impending orgasm. Before Julie could seal her lips around him, she felt his first sticky burst fall across her cheek, nose and upper lip. She hurried to get him into her mouth, capturing the second and third jets of cum on her tongue.

Julie continued to suck him the way she always did, draining him thoroughly then swallowing for him in an obedient fashion. But this time was different. This time when she was done, she could still feel the warmth of his cum running across her cheek just under her eye, up over the bridge of her nose and dripping down to her upper lip on the other side.

Not sure how to respond or what to do, Julie made a show of looking up into his eyes as she used her finger to push the sticky strands into her mouth. It was a strange thing. She didn't know what she should think or feel about having him cum in her face. She wasn't even sure why she wiped the mess into her mouth, except that she didn't know what else to do.

Greg was looking down at her, arrogant smirk and all, clearly enjoying the sight. Had he waited too long on purpose? Quite likely. How did she feel about that? Julie wasn't sure. 

She knew how she should have felt; how she would have felt if it was anyone other than Greg that had done it.

But kneeling before him, his cum drying, hardening on her skin, was she upset? No. If anything, she felt a little embarrassed. But was that because of how she had wiped it into her mouth and swallowed it as if it was the way she always did it? Because she wasn't angered? Or was it because she actually found it strangely appealing?

One of Julie's least favorite things about hard core porn movies was the degrading way the men always came all over the women's faces. Wasn't it enough that they sucked and fucked shamelessly? They had to be further branded sluts as the men shot globs of cum across their faces? And then they had to act grateful for it?

Now, having experienced it herself, did she find that her opinion had changed? Well, maybe not changed, at least not in regard to porn. But for herself... well, perhaps.

It was like he had... marked his territory, maybe? Somehow claimed her with his sperm?

There was definitely some sort of objectification that was part of it. And she liked it, didn't she? Even if it flew in the face of everything she believed about herself and modern womanhood, she was tingling where he had painted her cheek with his ejaculate. She was also tingling between her legs as she told herself that she was now a woman who knew what it was like to have a man cum across her face. It was another experience she could no longer deny having. Another layer of innocence peeled away by Greg.

Greg had already seen how willing Julie was to swallow for him. Now he knew that she would scrape it off her face to do so. It really should have been humiliating, but Julie couldn't help how she felt. She couldn't pretend it hadn't given her a perverse thrill.

Kneeling with her back up against the bed, Julie looked up at Greg. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, the blush of realizing that she actually liked having him cum on her face. That she desired the ownership his act conveyed. Was there a clearer way a man could claim a woman as his slut?

The next morning, they showered and dressed together, like they were a married couple. Julie even gave him a kiss goodbye, like she was sending him off to work and expecting him home again that night. Watching him walk across the garage, dressed in his neatly pressed slacks and shirt, gave Julie a surge of desire. Her belly tingling, she knew she couldn't let him walk away just yet.

"Lover," she called after him as he was about to get into his car. He turned and looked back at her. Their eyes met and no words needed to be spoken to convey what Julie wanted. Greg came back into the house, embraced and kissed her before leading her into the living room and unzipping his pants.

As Julie knelt and sucked him, she wondered if she should pull him out of her mouth when she felt him start to cum. She couldn't deny that she was tempted. But she was also dressed for work and that decided it. At least this time.

After Greg left, Julie finished getting ready for work herself. She threw the bedclothes in the washing machine before she left as well. Gary wasn't due home for another couple days. And hopefully, before he did, Julie would coax Greg back into her bed again. But the ever-cautious side of her told her it was foolish enough to have Greg here, let alone leave the evidence lying around.



Julie Ch. 11



Driving to work, Julie wondered what it would be like if this was her actual life. If she had a man who could fuck her half the night, drive her out of her mind and leave her incredibly satisfied. If her man was one to whom she wanted to give a blow job in the morning before sending him off to work.

In a couple days Gary would be back and she would be inspired to do little more than give him a polite kiss before leaving. What a contrast between that and this morning! Everything about Greg, his clothes, his body, the way he walked... it all conspired to make him irresistible. 

The fact that he was leaving for work from her house was probably no small part of the thrill too. It was a brief chance to compare the fantasy to the reality. And besides, Julie couldn't seem to get enough of him. She loved the way it felt to satisfy him. That he was on his way to work in the morning only made it more erotic and pleasing. What better way for a woman to send a man off, right?

Julie talked Greg into coming back that night. It was against her better judgment, but she cooked dinner for him. It gave the night an awkward start. Greg was not interested in playing house with Julie and he was unable or unwilling to hide it. But after dinner, he ate Julie out and then fucked her on the dining room table and things quickly got back into their normal groove.

He pulled her off the table and pushed her to the floor on her elbows and knees. He got in behind her and resumed fucking her. His big, hard cock was so welcome inside her. Julie came after just a few minutes, writhing and spasming so violently in orgasm that she almost smacked her head on the tile floor.

After her screams subsided, Greg pulled her up onto her knees, spun her around and shoved his cock in her mouth. Moaning and grabbing her breasts in both hands, Julie opened her mouth and took Greg's cock inside. She bobbed eagerly on it, expecting him to cum.

But after a few minutes, he hauled Julie to her feet and guided her into the living room. There, he sat in the recliner... Gary's recliner. His cock stood straight up, beckoning Julie to come and impale herself on it. 

She hesitated. This was another line being crossed, albeit an almost insignificant one at this point. Fucking another man in her husband's favorite chair was as bad as fucking him in their bed. In this case it was perhaps worse, since Julie and Gary had never had sex in that chair.

Greg smiled at Julie's hesitation. He must have realized.

"Come on," he said, his tone one that brooked no compromise. He waggled his long shaft at her, making her mouth water. Not sure if she just wanted to go down on Greg again or if she was resisting fucking him in Gary's chair—at least for now—Julie wasn't sure. But instead of climbing atop his towering member, Julie got on her knees between his legs.

Greg seemed content to let her suck him for a while.

"Yeah, come on, cocksucker," he said. "Show me how much you love it. What a slut you are for my cum." His words caused Julie to shudder. The heat and wetness in her pussy multiplying instantly. "Suck my cock while I sit your husband's chair." Julie moaned around his cock, his words driving her as crazy as his nine inch member. She sucked him hard and fast, her saliva dripping down him as she slurped his pole lustily.

A few minutes later, as Julie bobbed enthusiastically on him, he pulled her up.

"Come on. You sucked my cock in his chair. Time to fuck me in it," Greg told her. It was a foregone conclusion that she would, of course. But Greg's words served to heighten the intensity of the moment, a further illustration of how he could effortlessly get her to cross any boundary. There was a time not so long ago when Julie would never have believed herself capable of infidelity. And she certainly could have never envisioned something as brazen as straddling another man in her own house, let alone in Gary's favorite chair.

The way Greg made a point of fucking her there was not just an exercise in control over Julie. It was a way of saying, what kind of slut would do this to her husband? And that's what she was, wasn't she? Whenever Greg was around, Julie was nothing more than a nasty little slut. And it made her so damn hot!

Riding his cock, first facing him, then facing away, Julie had two staggering orgasms. If Greg's hands hadn't grabbed her hips and steadied her, the second one would surely have caused her to topple out of the chair.

From there they went into the bedroom, where Julie climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees. Greg took his familiar place behind her and pounded her to yet another near-consciousness-eclipsing climax. Panting and sweating into her pillow, Julie felt Greg tap her ass and, as if conditioned, she immediately turned around. She wrapped her lips around him and, after swallowing his ample offering, she held his cock in her mouth while she fingered herself to another wrenching orgasm.

They lay in bed afterward in each others' arms in a way that made Julie yearn for it to be real. As she lay in Greg's arms, swirling in the wake of her powerful orgasms, she could think of nothing more perfect. It was cruel to have it, feel it, experience it and still know that it wasn't something of substance. It was a magnificent sand castle that, despite its grandeur, was powerless in the face of the incoming tide.

The next three months were probably the greatest in Julie's life. She was able to see Greg two or three times almost every week. He would bring her to his apartment for a Saturday afternoon. Julie would have him over for a weeknight. Even if it was just a night where Gary was working late, Julie managed to find ways to be with Greg. She even reprised her performance in the parking lot at Cavanaugh's.

Things were going so smoothly, everything working out in her favor. She must have known that it couldn't last. If she did, she didn't admit it to herself. She continued to live her dual life, reaping the benefits of both.

For that period of time, Julie's life was as close to perfect as she could have ever imagined. The fact that she had to live two almost completely separate lives to satisfy all of her needs was immaterial. It was working and that was all that mattered. She had her professional life and loving, stable husband that met her needs for recognition and stability. Then there was Greg.

He could treat her like a complete slut, make her willing to do anything for him in a way she sometimes still had trouble believing was possible. Then, moments after he had made her taste herself on his cock, after he had pumped his cum into her mouth and down her throat, he could show tenderness and affection. Make her feel like they were lovers who should be sipping wine together while cuddling in each others' arms.

It was far different than the tenderness of, say, Gary. Gary was unconditionally affectionate. In Julie's mind, Greg's affection was her reward for having served him, pleased him, satisfied him. It was something she had to earn by being his slut, taking his cock in her mouth and pussy whenever and wherever and however he pleased.

That kind of affection was somehow more meaningful. She thought perhaps it was because the man being affectionate like that could do so without sacrificing his manly, dominant side. He could stroke her cheek, kiss her gently, make her feel loved. But not let her forget that at any moment, he could tell her to get back on her knees.

Over that three months, Julie was surprised at how the intensity of their sex did not diminish. She expected that, as they became more familiar, they would fall into a routine, a rut. The electricity would drain out of their encounters. But that didn't happen. Not by a long shot. There were always more boundaries to cross, more envelopes to push.

One night they had fucked all over Julie's bedroom and then Julie had knelt down to finish him in her mouth. Afterward, Greg pushed her down on the bed, spread her legs and started licking her. Julie, who had already had a few orgasms during his masterful fucking of her, was hardly ready for that oral stimulation. 

Then, no sooner did Julie's hips start to writhe under his tongue, than she felt Greg's finger prodding her sphincter. She jumped reflexively, his touch triggering every nerve ending in her lower body. Then his finger penetrated her, was pushing in and out of her ass. Her back arched, shoving her pussy up into Greg's flicking tongue, like she couldn't get him to lick her hard enough. 

She came hard, her ass tingling where his finger penetrated her. Whether it was the actual physical sensation or the thought that she was cumming with a man's finger in her ass didn't matter. She clamped her eyes shut so tightly as her climax exploded through her that when she reopened them, she still couldn't see anything for a few seconds. She barely realized that the distant screams she heard were coming from her own mouth.

From that night on, Greg played with her ass fairly regularly. A few times, when she was on her elbows and knees in front of him, he put his cock to her ass and pushed against it. Those occasions caused a strange, clammy thrill in her. Each time, Julie thought for sure that her days of being a woman who had never had anal sex were over. But Greg didn't push hard enough to force his huge cock into her tightest of holes. He teased her; scared her a little too, then slipped his cock into her pussy. But the chill and the thrill lingered as he fucked her.

Greg pushed Julie's limits in other ways too. One night, while fucking her bent over her dining room table, he took her arms and pulled them behind her back. Her tits and face were pressed against the table cloth, sliding back and forth with the powerful rhythm of his thrusts.

The inability to brace herself, the way his hand wrapped around her wrists, restraining her, combined with the familiar deep pounding of his cock was enough to make her cum hard. So hard that she had no awareness or recollection of Greg slipping his belt around her wrists.

When he hauled her up from the table and turned her around, she automatically tried to reach out to maintain her balance, only to find her hands bound behind her. Confused, her head still spinning from the orgasm that was still echoing in her, she tugged again even as Greg pushed her to her knees and put his cock in her face.

Almost delirious from her ecstasy and still not fully comprehending what had happened to her arms, Julie nonetheless opened her mouth reflexively to accept Greg's cock. He took hold of her head and fucked her mouth as she knelt bound before him. She felt the hot splash of his cum on her tongue before her head cleared enough to realize what he had just done to her.

He had tied her up and fucked her mouth... The thought brought a fresh wave of wetness and euphoria to her already quivering body. The term 'bondage' had always been an abstract concept to her. But that was no longer true, was it? Julie now knew what it felt like to attempt to move her arms, only to feel the unrelenting grip of a constraint. She had been tied up as part of sex... Another slutty milestone reached.

Greg was also good at stretching her boundaries slowly, with subtlety at first. The first time he had cum in her face, Julie wasn't sure if she hadn't turned around quickly enough or if he came sooner than he expected. Or if he waited until he was too close for her to possibly turn around in time. When it had happened, Julie truly wasn't sure. All three seemed equally plausible.

But the second time it happened, Julie was less inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt. It seemed more intentional. Greg was fucking her doggie style on her bed one night when her husband was out of town. He pushed her down to her elbows as he savagely pounded her. Julie was out of her mind with ecstasy. She had cum once already and was on the brink of another, her body slapping back into Greg's thrusts, trembling with anticipation. She reached her second orgasm, her back arching as she slammed back into Greg as hard as she could. She buried her face in her pillow and used it to absorb the screams of passion that burst out of her.

Even as she was still shaking, impaled on his stiff member, he pumped her several more times, then pulled out and tapped her ass. Julie turned around automatically, conditioned now to receive him in her mouth. But even as she approached him, she saw him swell and saw the white fluid erupt from his cock head. Julie tried to open her mouth, but the sticky strands fell across her cheek, up across her eye and forehead.

Because it hit her eye, she naturally recoiled, so she was unable to close her mouth over Greg's cock and contain the rest of his blast. So the second and third streams fell across her lips, into her open mouth, down her chin and along her neck. Greg was pumping his cock dry as Julie held herself motionless, unsure what to do. When he stopped, she sat back on her heels and wiped the cum from her eye.

When she was able to open her eye again, she looked up at Greg and did her best to act like having him unload in her face was the sexiest thing she could think of. As she had done before, Julie used her finger to push the sticky gobs into her mouth. She gave him a sultry sex-kitten smile and made a show of sucking her finger after using it to wipe his cum down her cheek and into her mouth.

But inside there was conflict. The first time it might have been an accident or poor timing. This time it seemed more like Greg intended to do it. He had been stroking his cock, pumping his load out onto her face in a deliberate fashion.

He had intentionally done something that she should have found degrading, humiliating. Why was she so damn turned on?

Because she was a fucking slut, that's why. It was the only explanation.

Her skin was tingling where his cum had first landed. It felt like a brand. Julie was sure that when she looked in the mirror there would be some sort of visible mark identifying her. Announcing to the world that she had had her face covered with a man's sperm. Proclaiming that she was the kind of slut who would kneel in front of a man and let him debase her face with his seed. And that she liked it, too.

Julie thought of crime shows she had seen where investigators used black lights on crime scenes to illuminate residual sperm. Would such a light shown on her face show the even further incriminating smears? Show how she pushed Greg's cum from where it landed into her mouth? What kind of tramp was she that she would do that? Show him that, not only was she accepting of his treatment, but that she would, ever so humbly, push his cum into her mouth and swallow it?

And she did it while leered down at her, cock still in hand, watching her expectantly. There was a smugness to his expression. Had he doubted for an instant that Julie would wear his sperm with a smile? That she would wipe it onto her tongue? 

Two weeks later, Gary was out of town and Greg spent the night at Julie's house. In the morning, he did what had become the latest wrinkle in their routine. After they were both dressed for work, Greg led her to the bedroom in front of the full length mirror hanging on Julie's closet. After some impassioned kissing and intense groping of each others' bodies, Julie slid to her knees.

It was difficult to remember why she had ever resisted the first time when Greg told her to keep her work clothes on. Now it was part of what made it hot for Julie. She was dresses in the clothes that she would be wearing all day around her colleagues. And how many of them would ever guess that just before she walked out the door, she had sucked a nine inch cock dry? Wearing these very clothes? The idea that she could be such a slut and that no one would ever suspect was part of what made her pussy tingle as she opened her mouth to Greg's straining erection.

She glanced up and saw that Greg was watching in the mirror, enrapt by the way his cock disappeared into her mouth over and over. Julie cast an eye to the mirror herself, her belly tingling as she saw her own mouth around Greg's cock. The way his girth stretched her lips was insanely arousing. Her pussy throbbed and moistened as she watched herself slide along Greg's length.

It usually took a good ten to fifteen minutes to get Greg off in the morning, especially if they had had sex more than once the night before, which was pretty typical for them. But Julie was in no real hurry. She enjoyed every sensation, every nuance. And she knew when he finally came, she would be disappointed that it was over.

Nevertheless, when she felt him getting close, heard the familiar changes in his moans and breathing, Julie picked up her pace. Her jaw was usually starting to ache a little at this point, although that was less true these days than when she first started seeing him regularly. 

That was when something different happened. Greg's hand came down to the base of his cock, pushing Julie's hand out of the way. She let her hand slip to his thigh and kept up her efforts without interruption. Then she felt his body spasm and buck in orgasm, but, strangely enough, the stream of cum she expected to feel on her tongue never came.

The next surprise was Greg's other hand pushing at her forehead, pushing her off of his cock. She opened her eyes, looking up in bewilderment. Greg was looking down at her with a strange intensity. His right hand was wrapped in a tourniquet-like grip around the base of his member, apparently holding back his load when he came.

She stared, mouth still open, at his cock. The head was purple and the shaft was turning red as his fist cut off the flow of blood along with the discharge of sperm.

"Close your mouth," Greg breathed. At first, Julie just stared. She was totally disoriented, had no idea what was happening or why. The light dawned a split second later: he was going to release his grip and unloose the flood from his cock... and he wanted her mouth closed when he did. So he could cum on her face. Even as she realized, she didn't react, so caught off guard was she.

"Close your fuckin' mouth!" 

Her mouth snapped shut automatically and an instant later, Greg's eruption flew out of his cock and across her face. It was a big blast, covering her nose, one of her eyelids, her cheek, lips. She felt a wisp fall along her cheek and ear as she heard the slapping of Greg's hand against his abdomen. He pumped every last drop out onto her.

Then she felt his cock head pushing at her lips. She opened and accepted him and sucked him steadily for a few moments longer, receiving a small residual taste of him. As he withdrew, Julie turned to see herself in the mirror.

The first two times that she had worn Greg's ejaculate, she had only felt it on her face. Now she was seeing it. Thick blobs of the milky white fluid were all over her. It was almost disturbing, seeing herself like that. Did anything else say sleazy slut as eloquently? Especially when Julie acknowledged the surge of wetness she felt as she looked at her cum covered face?

A facial, that's what they called it, Julie thought. Greg had given her a cum facial.

Her eyes wandered from the trail Greg had left across her to the clothes she was wearing, her make up, her hair. In about a half hour she was going to walk into work dressed in these clothes. She would have to fix her hair and make up, of course, but this was essentially the person she would be when she reached her desk this morning. And she was kneeling on the floor with a load of cum across her face. How many of the people in her office would suspect—or even believe, for that matter—that this was how her day had begun?

It was strange, trying to reconcile these two images. The woman who was in control, responsible and respected in her job. And the woman who was wearing the very same clothes with a spent cock hanging in front of her?




Julie Ch. 11



Julie noticed that Greg was watching her. He seemed to be enjoying the way Julie examined herself in the mirror. But he also had an air of impatience about him. It occurred to Julie that she had sort of set a precedent. The two times before when his seed had landed on her, intentionally or otherwise, she had made a show of feeding it to herself.

Her attention was split between Greg's watchful eyes and her own reflection in the mirror. She had trouble tearing herself away from the sight of her finger wiping cum into her waiting mouth. It was so fucking slutty and it was burning her pussy up. It was hot.

When she was done, Greg offered her a hand, helping her to her feet. After he kissed her and left, Julie went into the bathroom to wash away the residue, which had hardened on her skin. Even when it was gone, Julie felt like it was still there for all to see. How could she walk through a crowded office and not have everyone see those guilt-announcing stains of cum still on her? How would anyone look at her and not see it?

Julie could picture his purpling head so clearly. She could remember thinking that she knew what he was about to do, even as he did it. She couldn't recall actually seeing the first blast fly out of him, so maybe, knowing what he was going to do, she had closed her eyes and waited for it. 

For some reason, that thought stirred the butterflies in her belly. That she had known what was coming and simply waited for it. After all, if she had realized in time to close her eyes, she might have had time to move, right? But she felt pretty sure that, even if she had had ample time to, she wouldn't have moved out of the way. 

And seeing her face in the mirror when Greg was done unloading... well, how could she have ever known how that would have affected her? Would she have ever suspected how wrenchingly arousing it would be to see herself that way? How hypnotically erotic it would be to watch her finger, as if controlled by someone else, wipe the stuff from her eye and cheek into her mouth? 

The rest of the day, Julie found herself irrationally apprehensive that someone would look at her and see some traces of Greg's cum. Or some guilty look in her eye that would tell them that a man had covered her face with his ejaculate in such barbaric fashion. And somehow they would be able to see the effect it had had on her. That she liked it. Really liked it. She felt completely transparent to every set of eyes that met hers.

It was such a crude thing, to deliberately cum in her face that way. It was demeaning, degrading, humiliating. Everything in her said that she should have been insulted, if not furious. So why was she getting wet thinking about it as she sat at her desk hours later?

Julie had changed in some fundamental way since she first started having sex with Greg. That much was obvious to her. But the extent to which she had changed sometimes staggered her. The changes were always incremental things at the time. It wasn't until she looked back over a period of weeks or months that the true magnitude of her metamorphosis was truly apparent.

Julie had always prided herself on her self-confidence, her ability to see herself on equal footing with anyone, man or woman. She certainly never stood by and let men speak in condescending tones to her. She had too much spirit, too great a sense of self-worth.

To suddenly find herself willingly down on her knees with a man ejaculating in her face was such a stark contradiction. How could she have changed so much, so quickly? 

Or was it that she wasn't changing at all, but rather letting something suppressed emerge? Was this what she had always been inside? And it was only now, at the hands of a man like Greg, that she was finally recognizing it?

Julie had trouble believing that was true. But at the same time, she could visualize his throbbing, red and purple cock being held in front of her like a gun about to go off. And the thought of that sticky hot cum flying out of him and across her expectant face was enough to make her pussy tingle anew.

Either she had always been a slut, but kept those desires sealed away, or Greg had somehow managed to transform her. The result was the same: Julie was now his slut. And she knew it.

She knew it because she wanted to be used. She craved the feeling of him taking his pleasure from her. Fucking her however he pleased. Sticking his cock in her mouth, telling her to suck it. Cumming in her, on her, wherever and however he pleased. And the trashier he made her feel, the hotter, more powerful the throbbing between her legs. Only a true slut would respond that way, right?

It wasn't like she was resentful or fighting it. Julie was having the most incredible sex of her life, the most powerful, mind-blowing orgasms. The way his big cock stretched her so wide, so deep was only part of the picture. It was the way he made her want to spread her legs wide, invite him inside her without reservation. And it was just as erotic, pleasing and orgasm-inducing to have it in her mouth.

Julie also found that she was getting more and more willing to take chances to see Greg, to get her fix. Once mortified at the idea of being caught in a parking lot giving him a blow job, Julie had now done it twice and was ready to do it again if it was the only way she could see him. She had better sense than to have Greg over to her house on nights when Gary was coming home late, but the temptation was there. And it was strong. 

The idea that she could be careless scared her more than anything else about her situation. If nothing else, Julie was intelligent, not one to let her emotions rule her. But her intelligence was screaming at her that she was taking risks that she shouldn't be. And she was slowly tuning it out, choosing instead to hear the cravings of her flesh. That her pussy could wrestle decision making away from her head was almost incomprehensible to her. And yet, that seemed to be the direction Julie was taking.

She met Greg at his apartment one night when he knew his roommates would be a little later getting in than he would. Greg had fucked her over the table in the middle of the apartment, driving her to a magnificent orgasm. Then, the tap on her ass. She turned and sank to her knees, lustily taking his incredible cock into her mouth. She tasted the familiar muskiness of her own juices just before the thick discharge from Greg's cock covered her tongue. 

Eyes closed as she blissfully sucked every drop from him, Julie was about to finger herself to another orgasm with her lips wrapped around his shaft. She got so hot, so aroused by sucking Greg off. Especially after he had been inside her. It usually didn't take much work from her skilled fingers to spark another orgasm. And the fact that she was cumming with his cock in her mouth, just moments after she had swallowed his cum, made it all sooo hot that she could barely stand it.

But this particular time, as she gulped down his salty offering, she heard voices outside the door. She and Greg were right in the middle of the dining room. Anyone opening the door would be looking right at them!

Julie popped to her feet and grabbed her panties, which were laying on the floor beside her. She darted into the bathroom even as Greg was turning his back to the door and pulling his own clothes back on.

Julie's mind was racing. What excuse could they make to explain her presence here? Some of the people Greg roomed with were involved in dealings with Julie's company. This could be quite a compromising situation.

She listened at the bathroom door for a moment. She heard Greg's voice and a couple others. Should she leave the bathroom? Pretend she had stopped by to droop something off to Greg and had to use the bathroom while she was here? That would be less incriminating than just hiding in there, wouldn't it?

Julie fretted, uncertain. Part of her wanted to cry and another part of her wanted to kick herself for being so foolish, for letting her libido override the sensibilities of her head.

Then Greg knocked at the door, startling her all over again.

"It's okay," he said, laughing with relief. "Just kids selling magazines door-to-door." Julie almost collapsed as the anxiety drained out of her. But she didn't stay a moment longer. Greg's roommates were still due home any time and she couldn't deal with another scare like that.

Of course, when Greg emailed her a couple days later and said that he had a similar window of a half hour or so, Julie didn't say no. Once again, she went over to his place, knowing that his companions could be home at any time. And once again she let him fuck her over the dining table in the middle of the place... in plain sight from the front doorway.

But this time she heard no voices and, as she took his cock in her mouth and swallowed his cum, she took the opportunity to finger herself to the orgasm she was denied the previous encounter. And even after she had cum, she knelt there, gently licking and sucking him, savoring the aftertaste of his sperm and the way his tall frame towered over her. Once again her head was telling her that she was taking foolish chances and, once again, she ignored it.

As she drove away, she saw Greg's roommate's car pulling into the apartment complex. She had missed them by mere minutes. It was a dangerous way to live. But she kept doing it. She couldn't seem to tell herself—or Greg—no.



Julie Ch. 12



Julie's blissful existence, her picture perfect home life and career, complimented by her dark, secret life of extramarital sex, did not last. The three months that Greg was in town were incredible. She had never been so sexually satisfied. Or so sexually adventurous, for that matter. Greg brought out her wild side and Julie found herself loving it. And that was balanced with the stability of her job and her stable, caring husband. Only a fool would think that these two separate lives could continue to coexist.

Julie had gotten lax in her precautions and took greater and greater risks to meet with Greg at less-than-opportune times. And yet, her undoing had less to do with that, than an old cliché... a husband that came home early.

Gary was scheduled to be out of town from Monday morning until Thursday night, which was not unusual these days. As he had told Julie, he was spending a lot more time on the road, working on-site with a customer.

Julie, once she had coaxed Greg into her bed that first time, regularly took advantage of Gary's absence by having Greg spend the night. She was fucking him in her own bed, falling asleep wrapped in his arms and waking up with him. Almost like Greg was her husband.

That Wednesday night, after Julie had cooked a nice dinner for Greg and given him just enough head to make him rock hard, they quickly took matters into the bedroom. Their clothes came off quickly as they hungrily groped each others' bodies, devoured each others' lips with passionate kisses.

This was something that Julie was worried would drop from their routine... the impassioned kissing and caressing, the pressing together of their naked bodies. But Greg seemed to want it as much as she did. Even when they were so wound up they could barely contain themselves, they always found time to kiss, touch, tease each other. Even if only for a few minutes.

Then they were in bed, Julie straddling Greg, lowering herself onto his cock and riding him with wild abandon. She got as close to cumming on top of him as she could, then he rolled her on to her back and pounded her missionary style until she climaxed. 

Then she signaled Greg to let her up—it was just a tap, but somehow they both knew what all the subtleties meant now. He lifted his tall frame off of her, allowing Julie to roll to her hands and knees. Greg needed no further taps to tell him what to do. He quickly knelt behind her and slipped his shiny cock back into her, this time from behind. 

He thrust into her, over and over, eliciting scream after scream of ecstasy from Julie. It was all she could do not to pass out, it felt so incredibly good. She came a second time, bucking and writhing as Greg continued his relentless savaging of her pussy. Tears were streaming down her face, the muscles of her abdomen were on fire from the wrenching power of her climax. And still Greg drove her on. 

His finger prodded at her ass, slipping into her, sending another stream of excitement and arousal coursing through her. The cumulative effect, the sledge hammer-like fucking and the erotic thrill and tingle of his finger in her ass, quickly took Julie to a third orgasm. Her hair was covering her face, her body glistening with sweat. Every inch of her was surging with the heat and electricity of her orgasm. She felt the familiar tightness all over, like her wave of passion was stretching her skin to its very limits.

Then came Greg's tap.

Even lost in euphoria as she was, Julie recognized the tap and her body responded to it automatically. His cock slipped out of her and she turned around on the bed. Through the haze of passion and the hair over her eyes, Julie noticed something out of place. But then Greg's cock was in her face and nothing else mattered.

Julie's lips slid down his shaft, feeling his thick vein on her tongue. Then she felt the familiar swelling and spasming of his cock. A moment later, her mouth was filling with his cum and she was sucking and swallowing him, moaning as she did. Oh, it was a moment she never seemed to grow weary of! The feel and taste of him, coupled with Greg's throaty groan as he unloaded... Julie could do this over and over and over again.

This was the first time they had had sex in several days, so Greg's load was a little bigger than usual. That should have made it less appealing to have him cum in her mouth, but it didn't. Surprisingly enough, Julie found herself getting more turned on when the amount of cum was greater. A taste on her tongue was good, but when he hit the back of her throat, filled her whole mouth, left her tingling from the potency of his sperm... well, that was enough to drive her out of her mind.

This was such a load. She swallowed it down in multiple gulps, wishing all the while there was more. She kept sucking, slow and gentle, coaxing out every last drop. At the same time, her finger slipped between her legs and, as she held his cock in her mouth, she flicked and rubbed her clit. In almost no time, an explosive orgasm welled up in her and she had to take Greg's cock out of her mouth to let out a scream. 

She was still shaking and twitching as she took the fading erection back into her mouth for a moment longer. Then she sat back on her heels to look up at Greg in a state of blissful satisfaction. Instead, she saw what it was she had noticed out of the corner of her eye a minute earlier.

Gary.



Julie Ch. 13



Gary was standing in the bedroom doorway, slack-jawed, speechless. For the longest time after Julie saw him, he just stood there. Greg, whose back was three-quarters to the doorway, obviously realized something was wrong and turned around.

"Oh, shit," he groaned. His words shattered Julie's paralysis. She leapt from the bed and ran sobbing into the master bathroom. She fell to the floor crying. Her mind was not responding. Her stomach was convulsing, the tears beginning to stream from her eyes. But her brain, the part of her that she always considered her most resilient feature, simply went blank.

Then she heard screaming. Gary. He was screaming at Greg. That finally jarred her enough to get her thoughts moving again. Greg was big, strong, physically fit. Gary was much smaller and weaker, yet Gary sounded like he was about to start a fight with Greg. He'd get killed, Julie knew. 

That was enough to propel her back to her feet. As she turned to intervene, she saw Gary rush at Greg. She screamed for him to stop. But it was too late. Gary charged toward Greg, arms flailing. But, to Julie's immense relief, Greg didn't hit him. Instead, he pushed Gary aside like a kid brother. Then he picked up his clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

Gary climbed back to his feet and started after Greg. Julie quickly ran out of the bathroom and grabbed him. Gary's eyes met hers and for a moment it was like he didn't see her. Then he did. And that was much worse.

Anger, bewilderment and, deepest of all, hurt were all present in his eyes and on his face. Julie had never felt so small in her life. How could she have done this to him? How could she have been so selfish?

Julie suddenly realized she was naked. It shouldn't have mattered. The man in front of her was her husband, right? But she felt a strong compulsion to cover herself. She let go of Gary and hurried back to the bathroom to retrieve her robe. 

Gary watched her for a second or two, then surged out of the door after Greg. Julie turned in time to see him pass out of the door. She screamed at him to stop and, pulling her robe on as she went, she ran after him.

Julie heard the garage door going up as she chased after Gary. Greg's car, of course, was parked in the garage! Oh God! How could she have been so stupid! Greg was parked in Gary's spot in the garage!

Greg obviously knew how to let himself out and, presumably, that's what he was doing. But if Gary got there before Greg could back his car out, he could close the door. Force a confrontation.

That was the last thing Julie wanted. She caught up to Gary before he reached the garage.

"Wait!" she pleaded, grabbing him with desperate strength. Gary tried to shake her loose and continue after Greg, but Julie clung to him, frantically trying to restrain or delay him.

"Let fucking go!" Gary screamed, pushing at her. But Julie didn't let go. She couldn't let Gary close the garage door, trap Greg. Force Greg to go through Gary to get out. Nothing good could come of that.

Gary eventually shook her off of him, but even as Julie fell to the floor, she heard Greg's car pulling out. She breathed a momentary sigh of relief as she climbed to her feet. Then Gary returned from the garage and any relief she felt evaporated instantly.

Oh God! What could she say to him? He had just caught her in bed with another man!

Julie realized that a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine were sitting on the kitchen table. Gary had come home from his trip early. And had wanted to surprise her with flowers and wine.

Instead, they had surprised each other in the worst possible way.

Julie tugged at her robe, pulling it tightly shut, self-conscious of her nakedness. Gary's eyes were alternately on her or on the ceiling. Or focused on some distant point. He stood in the room, careful to stay away from her. Every movement, gesture and facial expression seemed foreign to Julie. She had never seen Gary quite like this.

The moment stretched out for what seemed like hours. Julie would have simply died if it was within her to give up her spirit at that moment. It was the lowest, filthiest, most despicable she had ever felt in her life. By a long shot.

Eventually, the inevitable screaming started. The accusations, the names the vitriolic explosion that Julie completely deserved. She hung her head and cried, letting Gary's words pummel her. Even in his anger and hurt, she noticed, his words were not as scathing as they should have been. They weren't vicious, mean. They weren't words that could never be taken back. Even as she had cut him so deeply, so unexpectedly, Gary was showing restraint. And that only made her feel worse.

He threw questions at her. Why did she do it? Did she love him? Julie had no answer. The idea of loving Greg was strange, foreign to her. But how could Gary know? Why did she do it? She still didn't know that herself. It had happened, Julie had allowed it to happen. But she didn't 'do' it, per se.

She fell back against the wall and slowly sank to the floor, her head falling into her hands, the tears streaming down her face. She heard Gary's tirade and she didn't. The words reached her ears and she understood them. But their meaning, their significance wasn't penetrating the protective barrier her brain had thrown up.

Gary fumed. He asked why again and again. Of course he didn't understand why. Julie didn't and she was on the inside. And had had a lot more time to think about it.

It wasn't real yet. Shock kept Julie from acknowledging just what a crushing blow she had dealt to both of them. Somewhere in her head was the realization that she had taken her life, her marriage and maybe even her career and crumpled them up like so much trash. But that thought wasn't rooted in any reality yet. It was swirling, unconnected, through her head with a myriad of other thoughts and feelings.

Curled up on the floor against the wall, Julie weathered the brunt of Gary's outrage. It wasn't until the wave of anger passed that he said something that really, truly rattled her.

"What am I going to do?"

It was a seemingly straightforward question. But it could be meant in many different ways and taken in many different ways, too. 

What was he going to do?

A cold, clammy chill stole over her. Was he saying he was going to leave her? Was he saying that he was going to throw her out? Was he waiting to hear what she had to say in her own defense before making his decision? Or was he saying that his life as he knew it had been torn asunder and he was simply lost?

Julie opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She wasn't even sure if she had anything to say. Sobs shook her whole body. What could she possibly say? She had never been more ashamed of herself than she was at that moment.

"What am I going to do?" The second time he asked, the words caused her to physically shake. 

"I... I don't know," Julie replied, struggling to speak through her sobs. "Oh, God! I'm so sorry, Gary!" she wailed, fresh tears bursting forth.

Gary stood there for several minutes, not saying anything. Julie was unable to look up at him. She cringed on the floor, her head down, her body shuddering as she cried.

Then, without a word, Gary turned and left. Distantly, Julie heard his keys jangling in his hand, the door to the garage open and close. Then nothing.

With Gary's departure, the house was deathly quiet. Julie's own sobs were silent and there was nothing else to disturb the graveyard-like hush. She hunched against the wall, knees drawn up under her chin and cried silently to herself. She had no idea how long she sat that way. It seemed like an eternity had passed, but it might have only been twenty minutes. Julie had completely lost her temporal bearings in a maelstrom of guilt and shame.

When she finally levered herself back to her feet, she realized that she was wearing only a bathrobe, nothing else. Not that it was unusual to have no clothes on under a bathrobe, but the reason she didn't was what made her think about it now.

Julie had felt compelled to hide her nakedness from her husband. Out of shame. Shame that he had seen her with another man.

The events slowly started to creep back into her recollection. She let herself think about it for a moment. Gary had done more than caught her in bed with another man. He had seen her getting fucked. From behind, screaming like a wanton slut no less. She forced the thought from her mind. It was too much to contemplate. What she had done... what he had seen... how could they ever recover from something like that?

Julie wandered aimlessly around the house, moving from room to room as if trying to avoid her own thoughts. She came across the wine and a bouquet Gary had brought home. Oh, dear God! How could she have been so careless? How could she have done this to a man who clearly loved her so much?

She ran to the phone and dialed his cell number. She didn't know what she was going to say, but she somehow had to tell him how sorry she was. That Greg didn't mean anything to her and Julie certainly didn't mean anything to him.

The phone rang several times and then went into voice mail. Julie hung up. It wasn't like she could leave a message. She had no idea what would have come out of her mouth if he had answered. She waited a minute, then called again. This time she knew if he answered, she would start by telling him how sorry she was. But Gary didn't answer.

Julie put the phone down and resumed her aimless wandering, the events of the last hour slowly returning to her. She didn't realize just how much her mind had blocked out.

He had been standing there, Julie remembered. She had seen him out of the corner of her eye, hadn't she? In her haze of lust she had seen him, and not even known it. Then it occurred to Julie just when she had caught him out of the corner of her eye.

It was when Greg had tapped on her ass in that oh-so-familiar way. Julie had been turning around on the bed. Turning around to face Greg. Turning around to... Oh God! Was that what Gary had seen? Turning around to...

Julie couldn't even complete the thought. It was as awful a way to have him find out as she could have ever imagined. And she just couldn't bear to think what the sight had done to him, how badly it had hurt him.

She curled up on the living room floor, her back against the sofa. She lay there crying for another indeterminate period of time. Eventually, she got up. Gary's question was starting to echo in her head.

What was he going to do?

Should she stay here? Would Gary come back? Would he want to talk to her? Or would he want her to get out? Could she even face him right now? Did she owe him the opportunity to confront her?

Julie called his cell phone three more times, but he didn't answer. By the third call, she was composed enough to leave a message. 

"I'm so sorry, Gary. I'm so, so sorry." Then her tears welled up again, choking off her words and she hung up.

As much as Julie wanted to do what she should do, accept the responsibility and consequences of her actions head-on, she just couldn't do it right now. She went into her bedroom, packed a bag and made a phone call.

Gary wanted to know if she loved Greg. Obviously, she didn't. There was nothing that remotely approached love between them. Yes, Julie had been playing house with Greg when Gary was out of town, but she had always known that it was just a game. But Gary had no way to know that Julie was little more than a fuck-slut for Greg. And Gary had no way of understanding that Greg just filled a need for her by treating her like a fuck-slut.

Gary would never grasp any of that. Julie and Gary had a love life, a sex life, rooted in love and respect for each other. Would he even believe that the woman he had married had a desire—a need—to be fucked like a slut? To kneel in front of a man who didn't love her and have him order her to suck his cock? Gary probably wouldn't recognize Julie in that context at all, let alone accept it as an explanation for her conduct. 

None of this would ever make sense to Gary, Julie felt quite certain. And she couldn't face him again tonight. What she had done, how she had hurt him, made her feel physically sick. She couldn't stay here and wait for him to come home, as much as her conscience told her she should, that she owed him that.

Instead, she took her car keys and her bag and fled.

An hour later, she was sitting on Ashlee's sofa, crying and confessing, in general terms at least, that she had gotten caught cheating on Gary. It was such a strange reversal. Ashlee was the one with the rollercoaster love life and Julie was the steady pillar Ashlee could lean on.

Ashlee was tactful enough not to point that out to Julie and listened sympathetically as Julie explained what had happened. Ashlee, of course, had no idea that Julie was carrying on an affair. Julie wouldn't have ever confided that in anyone. And Ashlee had no reason to suspect that Julie's marriage was anything other than the wonderful, loving relationship Julie had always claimed.

Julie could see in Ashlee's eyes, expressions and body language that she was dying to ask questions. But, fortunately for Julie, who was still too fragile and distraught, Ashlee kept them to herself. At least for now. It was after midnight when Ashlee suggested that they get some sleep.

"Do you think you should let Gary know where you are?" Ashlee asked as they stood up. It was a thought that had been nagging Julie since she left her house. She hadn't left a note or anything. She had just picked up and left before he got back. She pulled out her cell phone and tried calling him again. She didn't expect him to answer and was almost too startled to speak when he did.

"Gary?" Julie said at last, a slight crack in her voice. Ashlee got up and left the room quickly, giving Julie her privacy.

"Where are you?" The question was tersely asked.

"Ashlee's," Julie responded in a voice barely above a whisper. 

"Yeah, sure you are." It dawned on Julie that Gary had every right to suspect that she had gone to Greg's place. Gary wouldn't have known that that wasn't an option.

And hadn't Julie claimed to have stayed at Ashlee's once before? So she could spend the night with Greg?

His suspicions were merited. It illustrated very clearly the level of trust Julie had violated. She had once taken Gary's trust for granted. And now? Well, he would be perfectly justified if he never trusted her again.

Did that mean her marriage was over? The enormity of that thought threatened to overwhelm her.

"I'm at Ashlee's," Julie repeated, aware that it was probably futile to try and convince him she was being truthful. After what he had seen tonight.

"Are you coming home?" He didn't ask in a way that made her feel particularly welcome. The sobs started to shake her again.

"Oh, Gary! I'm so sorry!" she cried, her shoulders hunching and quaking as fresh tears started pouring from her eyes. The phone slipped from her hand and fell to the floor. She reached down to get it, but between the tears clouding her vision and the sobs wracking her body, it took a few moments to pick it up. When she put it back to her ear, Gary had hung up.

She started to call him back, but the crying overtook her, paralyzed her. Even if she called him back, she couldn't talk. She sat back on Ashlee's sofa, unable to stop the flow of tears or the trembling and shaking of her body.

Everything was gone. She had thrown it all away.

Ashlee came back into the room and sat beside her, did what she could to comfort Julie. Eventually, Julie regained her composure and wiped her eyes dry.

"What are you going to do?" Ashlee asked. The same question Gary had asked himself. It almost started her crying again. Then Ashlee asked, "Are you calling out of work tomorrow?" The more specific question was what Julie needed. A yes or no question. Not something so open ended it could mean anything.

Was she going to work tomorrow? She had brought clothes with her. Even in her totally distracted state, Julie had the presence of mind to bring something she could wear to work.

She had to go to work. It was part of her identity, who she was. The only part that hadn't been completely wrecked by her foolish, careless behavior. It was all she had left.

"Uh, I think I'll be okay to go to work," Julie answered.

"Doesn't this guy work with you?" Ashlee's question sent a fresh jolt through Julie. 

Greg.

Julie hadn't really thought much about Greg, except in the context of being part of what she had done to hurt Gary.

What was Greg doing right now? What was he feeling? Was he at all worried or concerned about her? Should she be worried about him? To some extent she realized she was.

It wasn't likely that she would see Greg for work related reasons any time soon. He was in town to coordinate with several companies and most of that effort was currently taking place with companies other than Julie's.

Julie found herself thinking that she should call Greg and apologize to him too. She had, after all, been the one to bring him to her house. To put him in that situation.

It was ironic that she should feel that way, she knew. Hadn't Greg been the one to make all the moves on her? Hadn't he said that he preferred married women?

That made Julie wonder if Greg had ever been in a situation like this before. Probably not, she decided. If he had, he probably would have had a different opinion about preferring married women. Not to say that he hadn't been in situations where the woman had been discovered. Just nothing as dramatic as being caught in bed by a husband.

How was Greg taking this? Was he concerned for himself? Was he worried at all about Julie? 

Ashlee was still waiting for an answer, Julie realized.

"No," Julie replied, shaking her head. "His company, we, uh... do work for them and... sometimes he's around. But not at the moment."

"Well, I think you ought to take a day or two to pull things back together before you go back to work. At least try to talk to Gary first." But even before Ashlee finished her sentence, Julie was shaking her head.

"No, I have to go to work. I just have to." Julie didn't want to explain it. Didn't want to say that it was the only bastion of her life left. "Let me try Gary one more time." She pulled out her cell again and Ashlee considerately left the room again.

"What?" Gary answered. Did he sound like he had been drinking? Julie could hardly blame him, if he had been.

"Gary," her voice cracked again. She fought back the tears. "I'm so sorry." She paused, but there was no acknowledgement or reply. "I... I'm going to stay at Ashlee's tonight." She heard him snort contemptuously. "Can I... can we... tomorrow, um... after work..." She bit her lip to fight off the sobs that wanted to shake her again. "Can we talk?"

There was a long pause and Julie thought for certain that Gary had hung up. But eventually he answered.

"Where?"

It seemed like a strange question at first, but then maybe it wasn't, Julie realized. Was there still an "our" house with Gary? She couldn't really assume there was, could she?

"At the house?" she suggested.

"Fine." He hung up without another word. The abruptness startled Julie, left her feeling empty and cold inside. And deservedly so, she told herself. After what she had done to him, it was more than she had a right to ask that he even speak to her. Forget about being civil.



Julie Ch. 14



The next day at the office, Julie threw herself into her daily work, using it as a distraction. To some extent it succeeded. But she couldn't fill every moment of her day with enough pressing issues to keep the night before from forcing its way into her thoughts.

She couldn't help noticing that Greg had not emailed her. Why not? Was it a case of not wanting to get dragged into a messy situation? A messy divorce? Was he truly only interested in her as long as there was plenty of good sex to be had and, now that they had gotten caught, he was cutting her loose? Moving on to the next married woman?

Or was he leaving it up to Julie? She was the one who had the most to lose. If anyone was going to take the risk of making contact after getting caught, it should be her, right?

Julie wondered what would happen if she simply didn't call him or contact him again. They would still have contact through work, but Greg had always been very discrete about their affair in their professional environment. Would Greg simply let it all go?

How long before there was another woman on her knees in front of him? Of course, Julie had no reason to think that there hadn't been other women all along. There was nothing exclusive about their relationship. He could have been screwing other women on nights when Gary was home and Julie couldn't make arrangements to see him.

Would it bother her to know that there had been? Maybe if she had to confront it, if there was proof that he had. But otherwise, no. 

What about tonight? Julie was going to be facing Gary, trying to explain why she did what she had, trying to keep their lives from coming completely unraveled. And where would Greg be? Would he be sitting in a parked car getting a blow job? Would he be slipping quietly into the bed of some other married woman?

The thought angered her somewhat. They had both had the fun, but now it looked like the price to be paid was on Julie alone. Greg had lost nothing more than a piece of ass. Even if Julie was a good one, he could find another. If he hadn't already.

That thought decided it for her. She made no effort to email or call him. Even if she wasn't bitter about bearing the brunt of the consequences, it just wasn't a good idea to talk to him again. Not if she wanted any chance of saving her marriage.

When she got to the house, her house, their house, it didn't feel at all like coming home. Julie didn't even park in the garage. She parked in the driveway, like a visitor. She didn't go in through the garage either, instead walking around to the front door. She hesitated there; almost rang the doorbell.

She felt no more at home inside the house either. Gary was waiting for her, sitting at the kitchen table, a drink in front of him. Julie sat down across from him. He looked up briefly, then looked away. He either couldn't meet her eyes or didn't want to. It stung Julie as harshly as any words could have.

"Gary," she began, hoping she wouldn't start crying again. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to... to do anything... to hurt you..." her voice trailed off, her words sounding so trite, so cliché. 

"How long?" he asked directly, looking up at her. There was no compassion in his eyes. They were cold. Julie blinked. The dead look in his eyes threw her off and she couldn't grasp the meaning in his question. "How long were you and..." He paused. Was he expecting Julie to give Greg's name? "How long were you fucking him?"

Julie should have expected the question. It was probably one that every victim of infidelity asked.

"Six months," she answered, her eyes cast down, her voice quiet, subdued.

"Six months?" he echoed in disbelief. Was it six months? Julie wasn't sure. Maybe it was longer, maybe it was shorter. Did it matter?

"Were there others?" That question also should have been expected. But it hit her like a ton of bricks, left her dumbstruck. Did Gary really believe...? Well, she chastened herself, she had destroyed his trust. Why shouldn't he believe the worst was possible?

"No," she said simply, eyes still on the table in front of her.

They went on that way, question and answer for a half hour. Gary showed very little emotion throughout. His questions were all ones that Julie should have known were coming, but somehow they all still managed to surprise her.

When he finished his interrogation, Gary fell silent. He simply sat across the table from her without speaking for fifteen or twenty minutes.

"I don't know what to do," he said at last. "I need some time." Julie nodded automatically. She didn't know what he meant, but her conscience told her that she was the one who had committed the wrong. She had to defer to Gary.

She told him that she could probably stay with Ashlee for a little while. Ashlee had in fact offered to let Julie stay, if necessary. He seemed to accept that absently.

"Wasn't it enough?" he asked. "Everything we had? Wasn't it enough?" Julie could finally see some emotion starting to slip out from behind Gary's mask of detachment. Her head fell forward, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

"It's not like that," she protested, her voice tight as a lump suddenly formed in her throat. But wasn't it? If what she and Gary had was truly enough, would she be in this predicament?

Did Gary sense it too? He didn't press the issue.

"I need some time," he reiterated. "Maybe a week or two. I don't know."

And that was how they left it. She went to the bedroom and packed a suitcase. A week or two... it seemed like an eternity, but what could she do? Maybe the pain she had caused him would fade a little and they could talk again.

She tried to embrace him before she left, but he turned away. She kissed the side of his face, her tears falling on him and then retreated. 

Julie deserved that rebuke and she knew it. But had she dared to hope that maybe Gary would soften a little toward her? So soon? If she had, it was a foolish hope. She had hurt him badly, probably destroyed forever any chance that he could trust her. And torn his life apart every bit as badly as she had hers.

Julie returned to Ashlee's apartment, her heart heavy and despairing. At the moment, it didn't seem likely that Gary could forgive her, that there was any chance of saving their marriage. True, he only said he needed time to think. But how much could a week or two possibly temper his anger at her betrayal? How much could a year or two, for that matter, diminish his mistrust? There were some doorways that, once you passed through them, you could never go back.

Ashlee was sympathetic and compassionate, listening to Julie without judgment. But her curiosity began to get the better of her and Julie found Ashlee asking for more details. How did she meet Greg? How long did Julie know him before they got intimate? How did that first intimate encounter come about? How had he convinced the happily married woman that Julie supposedly was to sleep with him?

Julie tried to answer Ashlee's questions, in general terms at least. But how could Julie explain things she didn't fully comprehend herself? Sure, the last few months with Greg she could explain. Once Julie had experienced the heights that Greg made possible, it was easy to see why she would keep going back for more. But what had induced her to do it in the first place? What weakness in her had Greg found? Exploited?

And the fact that she had let him find it, exploit it... what did that say about how happily married she was? These thoughts ran through Julie's mind even as she tried to answer Ashlee's questions.

Julie wanted to save her marriage, her relationship with Gary. That was real. Greg was... a source of excitement, sure. But there was no substance there. Gary was the one she loved and wanted to stay with. Even if the possibility existed with Greg, she wouldn't choose him over Gary, would she?

Julie didn't dwell on that thought. It was moot. Gary was her husband. The man with whom she had exchanged vows. To Greg, Julie was a conquest. Another mountain on which he had staked his flag.

That particular night, Ashlee kept her questions general, non-intrusive. But Julie could see in Ashlee's eyes the curiosity, the urge to pry, to get the hot gossip straight from the source. 

The next day, Friday, Julie's circumstances hit her harder than before. Tonight would be the first time in quite a while that she and Gary wouldn't be going out for their usual Friday night dinner. Sure, they missed weeks from time to time because of their jobs or other obligations. But this was the first time in a long, long time Julie could remember that they could go, but weren't going to. For some reason the interruption of that trivial ritual hit her harder than having spent the last two nights sleeping away from home. From Gary.

Ashlee had a date, so Julie was basically left alone. It was a strange feeling. She probably did need time alone to think. She just didn't want it juxtaposed with some part of her old life, her old routine.

Julie wondered how Gary was handling this first Friday apart. Should she call him? She felt horribly guilty about destroying one more part of his life that was comfortable and counted on. She really should call, right? But he had said he wanted time alone. Time to think. Would it do more harm than good to call?

Julie picked up the phone, hesitated, put it down, then picked it up again. Finally, she dialed, resolving that, if he did answer, she would ask him if he wanted to go out to dinner with her tonight. It was probably a bad idea. He might consider it salt in the wound. But surely he was missing their normal routine too, wasn't he?

But Gary didn't answer. Julie debated for a moment about leaving a message, then hung up. He would see her number on the phone. If he wanted to talk to her, he would call back. Now there was nothing to do but sit and think and wait.

Julie had put herself in Gary's shoes a hundred times in the last couple of days. Would she be in a hurry to forgive him if their roles were reversed? It wasn't just about forgiveness, she had realized. There was the violation of trust. Whether the wronged party forgave the other or not, there was no chance they would ever forget. Could a marriage survive under those circumstances?

How could Julie convince Gary to give her the chance?

Julie just didn't know. In his place, she wouldn't be in a hurry to give a second chance, she admitted. But if he didn't... Then what?

Julie wondered again about Greg and what he was doing in the wake of what for her was calamity and for him was probably little more than an inconvenience. Was he with another woman tonight? And if he was, did Julie even care?

In her shame and guilt, Julie had seemingly lost all the sexual urges that had made her Greg's toy. At the moment, Julie couldn't picture herself ever feeling the way she had about sex ever again.

No, that wasn't entirely true, was it? If Gary took her back, Julie would never look back, of course. Their sex life had never been bad, after all. 

But what if there was no saving their marriage? What then? Julie was only now starting to ponder what that might mean in terms other than what she would be losing. What if it meant she could see Greg whenever she wanted? Spend nights with him without guilt or anxiety?

It was a completely unrealistic and dangerous line of thinking. Gary had been hers in ways that Greg would never be. To imagine Greg replacing Gary in an equivalent relationship was absurd.

But the idea of seeing Greg any time she wanted...

Julie cursed the weakness of her body, her willpower. How could she even be thinking of anyone other than Gary?

But, the dark side of her mind countered, Gary was almost certainly going to divorce her, right? And if that was the case, what was the point in wallowing in grief and guilt, waiting for his inevitable judgment?

It was a ridiculous rationalization and Julie immediately recognized it for what it was. Still, she was unable to totally dismiss it. It tugged at her even as she reminded herself over and over again that all she wanted was another chance with her husband. 

Could Gary ever forgive her? And, more importantly, if he could, would he ever trust her again? Was there a real chance for them to save their marriage?

Julie found herself thinking about the moment Gary actually caught her. That exact moment was like a collage of things that Julie didn't do for him. It made her cringe to think about what Gary would have thought about that.

She and Gary rarely had sex doggie style. Julie was never so vocal with Gary, perhaps because she never came so explosively with him. Julie couldn't remember a single time with Gary that she had gone down on him after he had been inside her either.

And all of those things were really only secondary, weren't they? Gary might have noticed all of that, sure. But Julie knew what he had definitely seen. 

Julie had wanted Greg to cum in her mouth. She had taken his cock in her mouth dripping with anticipation of tasting his orgasm on her tongue. She had willingly, gratefully swallowed it all. And she had been so turned on by it that she had fingered herself to an orgasm before his cock even started to soften. Gary had certainly taken note of how willingly she let Greg cum in her mouth. And he most definitely would have noticed that she swallowed. In all their time together, Julie had never done that for him.

Gary had stood there and watched her behave like a complete slut, act like a sleazy porn star. How could he ever reconcile that image with the Julie he knew? The woman who gave him blow jobs only on special occasions? Who left the room to spit out his cum afterward?

It made Julie wonder what would happen if he took her back? Would he expect her to be like that with him? Could she be? Could she will herself to do things with Gary the way she had with Greg?

It was an interesting point and Julie was pretty sure she knew the answer. She didn't choose to be the way she was with Greg. It was a response to him, his dominance, his expectations. If Gary didn't have that... well...

So how much of a factor should sex be, anyway? If everything with Gary was as close to perfect as she could ask for, and the sex was at least average, wasn't that all enough? 

But suppose that Gary did want to work things out. Obviously, the first thing she would have to do is swear that she would never betray his trust again. That meant that the only sex she would have was with Gary. At the time she had said her vows, that was the way she wanted it. But now, knowing what she knew about herself and the way she could respond to a man like Greg, was she sure that was still true?

Despite any bitterness Julie might have harbored toward Greg, did Julie believe she could go the rest of her life without ever knowing those heights of ecstasy again? And who else but Greg could take her there? Sure, there might be plenty of other men who could, but Julie wasn't about to start hopping from bed to bed in search of such a man. She was either going to stay with Gary and forget that brief period of her life, or she was going to see Greg again and experience those highs again at his hands.  

Again, that sneaky voice in the back of her mind was whispering to her that Gary wasn't going to take her back anyway. She might as well see Greg again.

It was an awful thought and she loathed herself for even having thought it, no matter how unlikely she would ever act on it. But the real problem was the whisper was getting to her. It was the voice the ex-smoker had to contend with after catching a whiff of a cigarette. It was the voice that perverted logic. The voice that convinced recovering alcoholics to take a drink.

It was a dangerous voice. One that, even though all the facts were against it, it could still find a way to argue its point. And the real power of the voice, of course, was that the person wanted what it was selling. It was the con man playing on wants and desires, knowing which strings to pull, which buttons to push. A very dangerous voice.

Julie thought about her life with Gary and how much she wanted all of that back again. She was willing to give up the carnal pleasures of the past few months, wasn't she? She was pretty sure. Except for that damn whispering voice.

She was still sitting on the sofa, wrestling with her thoughts when Ashlee came back. It was a bit early and Julie said as much.

"I decided to cut my losses," replied Ashlee and went on to explain that the date had gone badly from the beginning and she would have come home sooner if there had been an earlier opportunity to excuse herself. "So what are you doing?"

"Just thinking," Julie replied, honestly enough. Ashlee nodded and sat down in the chair adjacent Julie.

"Hear from Gary at all?"

"No," Julie said with a sigh. "Not really expecting to either. At least not so soon," she added with a shrug.

"What about the other guy?"

"Greg?" Julie asked, surprised by Ashlee's question. Why would she wonder if Julie had heard from him?

"Yeah, Greg," Ashlee echoed. "Heard from him yet?"

"Oh, I don't think I'm going to," Julie replied, shaking her head. "He's got plenty of less, uh... complicated options." Ashlee smiled and shrugged.

"I don't know, kiddo," she said with a grin. "Shouldn't sell yourself short."

"No, you have to understand just how much of a player this guy is." Julie hadn't been completely honest when she had told Ashlee how she and Greg had first met. She had mentioned the chance encounter in the restaurant and how he turned up at her company a week or so later. But Julie seeing him in the parking lot, getting a blow job from a married woman, well... somehow Julie had omitted that from the original tale.

She related some of the details of that encounter. Julie still didn't tell Ashlee everything. But she told enough for Ashlee to understand just how much of a womanizer Greg really was. Julie put emphasis on the fact that the woman was married and that Greg found that to be a good thing. An 'uncomplicated' thing.

"Still think he's going to call?" Julie asked. Ashlee shrugged.

"Maybe you're not just another piece of ass," she suggested. Julie made a dismissive gesture, but Ashlee persisted. "No, really. You're beautiful, intelligent, confident, well-dressed, great sense of humor... the list goes on and on." Ashlee was grinning as she said it, but Julie heard the underlying sincerity. 

"Even if any of that were true," Julie said with a slight laugh, "this guy has them lining up. He doesn't need to deal with a messy situation, so why would he?" Ashlee nodded, but a smile was still on her face.

"Okay, kiddo. Maybe you're right." But there was an underlying tone in her voice that said she wasn't convinced.

Maybe it was Ashlee's comment. Maybe it was the persuasive voice inside chipping away at her better judgment. But something prompted Julie to check her email before going to bed that night.

There was a message from Greg.

Julie stared at the screen for a long minute. She should just delete it without reading it, right? Maybe block his emails from now on, shouldn't she?

It was like the first night Julie had followed him up to his hotel room. She knew that she shouldn't do it; that there was no good reason to do it. And she had been right. How much different would her life be right now if she had only been smarter, stronger then, when it had really counted?

She clicked on his email. 

"Sorry about the other night. I hope you're okay. I will be heading back home for a couple weeks after next week, but I'll have the place to myself Friday and Saturday if you want to come over and talk."

Come over and talk? He made it sound so... so reasonable, didn't he? Julie should delete the email without replying. She should block Greg from being able to send her emails from his private account. She should...




Julie Ch. 14



Julie suddenly remembered something from the very first night in Greg's hotel room. The way she knew she was powerless to resist him. She knew she should have run screaming from his room the minute he pulled out his cock. But she hadn't, had she? No, by then she was already a fly in the spider's web.

In a similar fashion, Julie already saw what would happen if she went to 'talk' to him. Julie wondered just how much talking he could expect her to do with her mouth full.

Like so many other things Greg had done or said, this also should have sparked some righteous indignation. Why wasn't Julie offended? He had already coaxed her into throwing away her whole life for a bunch of orgasms. And no matter how incredible they were, they were only the tiniest fraction of a person's life. Surely, Julie knew that now. Didn't she?

Then why wasn't she pissed off? Why hadn't she already hit the delete button and gotten rid of this offensive solicitation? She wasn't really going to go over there, was she? She wasn't stupid enough to think he actually wanted to talk.

Julie thought about what Ashlee had said. Was it possible that Julie had more of a hold on Greg than even she realized? Julie thought about the way Greg kissed her passionately during foreplay and the way he held her tenderly after sex. He always gave the illusion of being her lover, even though Julie knew better.

But could she have been wrong? Could she have, in her caution, assumed he was being a phony even when he wasn't? As a protective measure for herself? Even now, even if she wanted to believe it, Julie knew it would be foolhardy to do so.

She couldn't go see him. No, not if there was going to be any chance of mending the wounds she had inflicted on poor Gary.

But what if Greg... had genuine feelings for her? What if...

Julie slammed the door on that thought. Sure, Greg might have real feelings for her. But that wouldn't make him any more hers than he had ever been. He was not a one-woman man and he couldn't will himself to be one, even if he wanted to.

Julie left his email undeleted and unanswered in her in box and logged off. It was a decision that shouldn't be made at night, just before bed. It was a decision that had to hold up in the harsh light of day, not made in a moment of weakness.

The next morning Julie told Ashlee about it while they sat at the kitchen table and ate a sugary kids' cereal, the only thing Ashlee had.

"Told you so," Ashlee said with a smirk.

"Don't get too full of yourself. Maybe he just wants another quickie before leaving town."

"Yeah, but," Ashlee said, waggling her spoon at Julie, "you said he's a guy that could get anyone. Why would he take a chance on you? He doesn't know what Gary might do. Follow you over there, or something crazy like that. So," she shoveled more cereal into her mouth and chewed it as she continued. "He must know something about you that I don't!" She flashed Julie a wicked grin.

"Well, I am an incredible piece of ass," Julie said matter-of-factly, but couldn't keep a straight face. The two women laughed out loud for a moment before Julie continued in a more sober vein. "I don't know," she said with a shrug and a sigh. "There were times when... it seemed like... more than what it was. But," she shrugged again. "I don't think I was ever more than a notch on the bedpost, you know?"

"See, this is the part that confuses me," said Ashlee, waving her spoon again. "I'm the one who winds up falling for good looking guys even though I know they're not interested in anything real... long term." She looked at Julie, narrowing her eyes slightly. "How did you manage to fall for that?" Julie had no answer. "I mean, you're too self-confident, too... I don't know... but you aren't the type to get all ga-ga 'cause a good looking guy is talking to you."

Julie nodded, then shrugged. She knew what Ashlee meant. It wasn't like she hadn't asked herself the same thing.

"He is good looking, isn't he?" Ashlee asked.

"Oh, yeah," Julie nodded with a smile curling her lips. "He is. And he knows it."

"Well, good looking or not," again Ashlee trained a critical eye on Julie. "It still doesn't fit. That you, of all people, would be with a guy who... you know." Julie nodded in agreement. She didn't understand it any more than Ashlee. The two sat in silence for a moment before Ashlee pushed the issue.

"So?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"So, what?"

"So how does a good looking bad boy get into Miss Perfect's pants?" Julie opened her mouth to protest, then closed it again. 'Miss Perfect?' Was that how Ashlee viewed her? Possibly. "You just aren't the type to, aah... let your emotions—or your hormones—make decisions for you."

"No, I'm not," Julie agreed, despite the evidence to the contrary. "And I still don't think I am, even after all this."

"So how did it..." Ashlee began, then her eyebrow arching, she switched questions. "Why did you keep going back?" Julie would have preferred it if Ashlee asked her how it first happened. That was something she could honestly say she didn't know. But the question Ashlee did ask... well, she knew the answer to that one. She just didn't want to say it out loud.

Greg made her feel a certain way that Gary never could. He made her want to do things, dirty, slutty things. But she wasn't about to admit that that to Ashlee. 

Julie could feel the color rising in her cheeks. And damn if Ashlee didn't notice too.

"You're blushing," she teased, pointing toward Julie's cheek with her spoon. Julie tried unsuccessfully to suppress a guilty smile as the color continued to build in her face. "So there must be some embarrassing confession waiting to be made!"

"Don't hold your breath," Julie advised, still smiling and blushing.

"C'mon!" prodded Ashlee playfully. "You're probably dying to tell someone!" But Julie really wasn't. She had never been the kiss-and-tell type. And this... this would be far more mortifying to talk about. How could she tell someone that she loved being treated like a slut? That she got wet when Greg had held out his cock and told her to get down on her knees and suck it?

Of course, if anyone might really understand, Julie thought, Ashlee might. She had had her share of good looking jerk boyfriends. Maybe she would understand the attraction. She might even be able to explain it to Julie.

Julie looked at her friend. Ashlee was a few inches taller than Julie, with long, wavy straw blonde hair. She had soft brown eyes set in a narrow but pretty face. Her upper body was also thin, her shoulders narrow and her breasts small and perky. Her hips swelled in a very curvy, womanly fashion, but were not well-paired with her slender, less shapely upper body. 

She was in her late twenties and kept herself in fairly good shape. She dressed nicely most of the time, but at times her clothes seemed a little trashy to Julie. Not that Julie was ever really critical. But hadn't Julie always derived a feeling of smug superiority concerning Ashlee's fashion and companionship choices?

But Julie had never really understood what a relationship with a dominant male was all about, had she? And now that she did, she looked at Ashlee with different eyes. Did Ashlee know what it was like to be ordered to her knees? Did Ashlee get as turned on as Julie did when she obediently did as she was told? Julie pushed the thought out of her head. She didn't want to think of Ashlee in such graphic terms.

And whatever understanding or insights Ashlee might have, Julie simply couldn't make herself talk about anything like that anyway. She didn't even want to listen to Ashlee talk about it, let alone talk about her own experiences.

"S'okay," Ashlee said, getting up and putting her bowl in the sink. "I'll make us some strong drinks tonight. That'll loosen that tongue of yours!" She gave a mocking maniacal cackle.

"Drinks would be nice," countered Julie. "But I'll warn you now, there isn't anything to tell, soo..."

"We'll see," Ashlee shot back.

After breakfast, Julie tried a couple times to call Gary, but he didn't answer. She returned to Greg's email and wondered what good could possibly come from her reluctance to delete it. She still didn't know how to reply. Or if she would. Or should. She closed her email, leaving his message in her in box.

It turned out that neither of the women had any pressing plans for the day, so they decided to go on a shopping excursion. Julie didn't really feel like doing anything or going anywhere, but she figured it would probably be better than sitting around. So she and Ashlee wandered off to a mall. 

Julie had no desire to buy anything and Ashlee didn't seem to have anything particular in mind either. But it was a nice diversion for Julie and she was grateful to Ashlee for it.

By early afternoon, they were sitting in a chain restaurant drinking their lunch. They ordered food, but neither really ate. They both had a couple of belly-warming drinks though.

Soon after, they were back at Ashlee's, sitting in the living room with some concoction that Ashlee had whipped up in her blender. It smelled strongly of alcohol and Julie was only able to sip gingerly at it. But those sips, on top of the drinks from lunch, were enough to loosen her up. This time when Ashlee started prying and prodding, Julie still resisted, but she wasn't mortified the way she had been earlier.

Not that she was ready to volunteer any details, but she was at least able to talk about things in vague ways. 

"So what is it about this guy?" Ashlee asked.

"I don't know," Julie answered truthfully enough. "But there is something." She admitted with a shrug. "It's like a... a physical reaction, or something. I just..." Julie didn't know how to say that she just got horny around him. 

The more she thought about it, the more Julie believed that Ashlee would understand. Julie went back over the time she had known Ashlee and the kinds of boyfriends Ashlee had always had. They were often the sort of arrogant jerks that Julie had found difficult to tolerate. Pretty much the same way Greg had seemed to her at the very beginning.

Is that why Ashlee had dated guys like that? Julie had always chalked it up to self-esteem issues or some other flaw. But Julie saw things a little differently now, didn't she?

"Haven't you been around guys that... I don't know, brought out something in you?" Julie asked, turning the questions back toward Ashlee.

"Well, duh!" Ashlee laughed, sounding a little buzzed. "But that's me, and, well, I'm like that. But you..." she shook an accusing finger at Julie. "You're above all that, right?"

"Apparently not," Julie admitted with a wry grin. "But for what it's worth, it's a surprise to me too." She took a long sip of her drink. It was starting to taste a little less like turpentine. Or maybe it was starting to take effect.

"So what does he, uh... bring out in you?" Ashlee asked. The way she asked reminded Julie of the way people slowed down to shamelessly gawk at a traffic accident. Julie's life was analogous to a car wreck, wasn't it? And here was Ashlee, craning her neck to see all the blood and guts.

"I don't know," Julie said, trying to find a way to give some sort of answer. "It's just something... ah, more intense, you know? Different."

"First time a guy ever really rocked your world?"

Julie blinked. She started to shake her head, then stopped and thought about it a little more. Was that it? No, it was more than that. Greg rocked her world alright. But it wasn't that simple. He tapped into something in her. A slut. A submissive. Something.

"It's not quite like that," Julie said, still not sure how to convey the feelings with words. "But it's close."

"First time a guy didn't, ah... treat you like a princess?" Ashlee guessed. That was probably closer to the mark. Julie pursed her lips thoughtfully for a moment, then nodded. "And you liked it, didn't you?" There was a conspiratorial grin on Ashlee's face.

"Look, this guy was just different, okay?" Julie shot back, painfully aware of how defensive she sounded. "I guess I wasn't prepared for that."

"Hey, it's okay," Ashlee replied quickly. "I'm not judging. Hell, I'm not in any position to. What you just discovered is pretty much how every relationship has been for me."

Julie looked at Ashlee, then away. How much could Ashlee read in her face? Ashlee was all but confirming what Julie had been thinking earlier, that Ashlee loved the dominance of arrogant bad boy types. And presumably for the same reason Julie responded to Greg. There was a submissive slut in Ashlee that fed off of men like that. Just like in Julie.

Julie's thoughts flashed back to one of the last morning blow jobs she had given Greg. Julie had been dressed in her work clothes, a smart navy blue skirt and blazer outfit with a tight white blouse. She and Greg had kissed each other passionately in front of her full length mirror for a minute or two and then Julie had slid down to her knees.

The combination of factors that went into that act all added up to near perfection for Julie. She loved that she was wearing her work clothes, that she would be walking into her office in this very outfit. She loved the way Greg stood over her, towering powerfully, enhancing the feeling of being on her knees in a most obsequious manner. She loved how those two things, her clothes, a symbol of her power in the office, and kneeling, a symbol of her powerlessness before him, combined.

Then there was the dirty thrill of being a cocksucker. Of delighting in being a cocksucker. That wasn't something a nice girl was supposed to do, was it? And she wasn't a woman giving a gift to a man she loved, no. She was a slut sucking a cock. A long, thick cock. 

And of course, Greg himself intensified all of those elements with his arrogance. The way he told her to do it as if there was no question that she would. The way he assumed that Julie would gratefully kneel before him. The way he watched expectantly as Julie accepted his cum in her mouth and swallowed it. Just that air about him that said he took her for granted. Knew she would never hesitate to please him in any way she could. And the most arousing thing about that was how true it all was.

She glanced up at Ashlee. It was quite possible that Ashlee had had similar experiences. Julie didn't want to think about it in too much detail, but she couldn't help wondering. She could even picture a couple of Ashlee's boyfriends and to the best of Julie's recollection, they fit the mold.

"So what do those guys bring out in you?" Julie asked, partly because she was curious, but more so to deflect more prying questions.

"Oh no," Ashlee replied with a smile. "This is my interrogation!" She laughed and took another sip of her potent drink. "I know what they bring out in me. The question is, did this guy have the same effect on you?"

"How can I answer that," responded Julie coyly, "without knowing what effect they have on you?"

"Oh just come clean!" laughed Ashlee. "You're so used to guys falling all over you! The kind that can't do enough to make you happy, right? And everyone who knows you knows how together you are, too. How in control you are." Ashlee gave Julie a look that was like a challenge, daring Julie to argue. "But this guy, he was different, wasn't he?"

Julie looked into Ashlee's eyes and saw something there. Comprehension? Understanding? Whatever it was, it made Julie feel naked and she quickly looked away.

"So?" Ashlee asked, her smile morphing into a knowing grin.

"So what?" Julie asked, feigning ignorance.

"So tell me how it felt."

"How what felt?"

"You know," Ashlee replied, her voice both sultry and accusing. "How did it feel? To let go, let him take charge?"

It was a rather insightful question, Julie thought. It reinforced her suspicion that Ashlee had far more experience in this type of relationship than Julie did. Julie felt the heat in her cheeks again, but not as pronounced this time. It was still embarrassing that Ashlee could see through her so easily, but it was a little more obvious now why she could. And Julie had been sipping at her potent drink for a while now too.

"It was... different," Julie answered, chickening out. She had been about to try to explain, and then resorted to a bland description. Ashlee waited, looking at her expectantly, but Julie couldn't bring herself to elaborate.

"Oh, I'm sure it was different," Ashlee pressed when it became obvious that Julie wasn't going to volunteer more information. "You're used to guys who hold doors for you, bring you flowers and take your mind as seriously as your body. If not more so," she added with a slight laugh. 

All of that was true, Julie conceded with a nod. Not that Gary didn't think she was good looking, sexy even. But Ashlee was right... Gary was always took Julie seriously and was very respectful. 

And Greg? How much respect was involved in telling Julie to suck his cock? Wasn't that what really turned her on? That he didn't show her the kind of respect Gary did?

"So this guy," Ashlee persisted, "he, uh... he's not the type to hold doors or bring flowers, is he?"

"No," Julie answered, shaking her head, a nervous smile on her lips.

"And in the bedroom?"

"I'm sure you already know the answer to that," Julie countered, trying not to sound as defensive as she felt.

"No, but if you're done with him," Ashlee shot back with a devilish grin, "I wouldn't mind finding out!"

They lapsed into silence for a moment, sipping their drinks and thinking their own thoughts. Then Ashlee looked up.

"So you really aren't going to tell me?"

"Jesus!" Julie replied, effecting more indignation than she really felt. "I'm a little more worried about Gary and how to fix things up with him. You want to be helpful, maybe we could talk about that!"

Ashlee looked at her thoughtfully for a moment. Then she scooted to the edge of her seat and looked at Julie earnestly.

"Look, if you want to patch things up with Gary, I think that's great," she said in a tone that left Julie wondering just how 'great' Ashlee really thought it would be. "But consider a couple things. First, what you had, uh... have, with Gary, well... that's all about, you know... trust, and all. Even if you two stay together, well... you're not going to have that anymore." She paused, letting Julie absorb the words. 

Ashlee was dead on about trust. Trust was like a ceramic vase. It was strong and sturdy until you shattered it into a million pieces. And once it was broken, you might be able to glue it back together again, but it would never be whole.

"And second," Ashlee continued, giving Julie a meaningful look. "You know something about yourself that you didn't know before." Ashlee looked like she wanted to elaborate on that last point, but she didn't.

Not that she needed to. It was something Julie had already recognized. She had passed a threshold, and she could never fully return to being who she was.

Ashlee's comment also seemed to reveal something that Julie had suspected at times: that Ashlee didn't really have much respect for Gary. It was almost subliminal, perhaps, confined largely to body language and jokes—jokes that might not have been entirely jokes. It was a phenomenon to which Julie had hardly ever given conscious consideration. 

Either Julie just wanted her husband and her friend to get along, so in her mind she glossed over the symptoms. Or Ashlee's well-hidden contempt for Gary was something that Julie only understood now, after having been with the sort of man that Ashlee did respect. Didn't Julie herself feel a little bit of contempt toward Gary's overly-considerate nature? Hadn't she found his wishy-washiness chafing?

Yes. But only after having been with Greg.

Having reached an impasse on Julie's sex life, their conversation turned to more mundane things. But even as they chatted about more comfortable subjects, Julie's mind was still on Greg. And Ashlee's astute assessments of how he affected Julie.




Julie Ch. 14



Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was the conversation. But when Ashlee got up to order a pizza, Julie went back to her email. This time she replied to Greg's email.

"I'm staying with a friend for the moment. I don't know if it's a good idea to meet, but I would like to talk to you before you go."

She re-read it before sending it. Then she went back to the living room and Ashlee.

Ashlee had ordered the food and was sitting waiting for her.

"So does it bother you that guys like that are, uh... not looking for any kind of long term relationship?" Julie asked, suddenly interested in reviving their earlier conversation. If Ashlee was surprised by Julie's question, she didn't show it.

"I don't know," she replied thoughtfully. "There are times when I'm a little jealous of folks like you and Gary." She shrugged. "At the same time, I don't think I'd ever be satisfied with something like that. Kind of a catch twenty-two, I guess." She sipped her drink and reflected for a moment. "I mean, a guy like Gary, well, he's terrific and I guess any girl would be happy to have him. But, I don't know... a guy like him just doesn't work for me. Not that I ever really tried dating guys like that, of course!" she added with a laugh.

Julie nodded her understanding. Hadn't she been wondering if she could ever be happy with what she had before, knowing what she did now?

Her whole life with Gary was very nice. It was the life that everyone said they wanted. Throw in a couple of kids and it would be a Norman Rockwell painting. How could that be wrong? How could that not be enough?

And it wasn't wrong, obviously. If Julie had never met Greg, she would probably have lived very happily with Gary, never thinking for a moment about greener pastures elsewhere. It might very well have been enough.

But now that she had met Greg, slept with Greg, discovered the heights to which he could lift her... how could she just turn away? How could she give that feeling up for the rest of her life? Could she do it? Hearing Ashlee's answer, Julie was inclined to believe there was never going to be a day when she didn't long to feel the way Greg made her feel. Ever again.



Julie Ch. 15



The next morning Julie woke up hung over. She wasn't much of a drinker and the stuff Ashlee had made was potent. Then she remembered replying to Greg's email. Oh, shit! 

She quickly checked her email. Greg had replied.

"There's no one here this weekend either, if you want to stop by today or tomorrow."

He wasn't even pretending it was about talking now, was he? Not that Julie would have believed him if he had continued that ruse. But maybe it would have been easier if she could have told herself that's why she was going to see him. Even if she knew that wasn't the reason. Like a drunk going into a bar ostensibly to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Sitting at the table with Ashlee, this morning the cereal traded for coffee, Julie told her friend about the email. Ashlee smiled slightly, her own hangover dampening her I-told-you-so mirth.

"You'll go," she croaked confidently. Julie looked up at Ashlee, surprised by this assertion.

"Why?"

"I would," Ashlee said with a shrug.

"Yeah, but I'm not you," Julie countered, painfully aware of how judgmental her words sounded. She was no longer holding the moral high ground, was she?

"I know," Ashlee said softly, her fingers gripping her temples, rubbing them. "But you want me to tell you it's okay, so I'm telling you it's okay."

"No," retorted Julie. "That's not why I told you!" The effort of making the assertion hurt her head. "I just..." Why had she told Ashlee? She hadn't told Ashlee about his first email until after she received this one. Was she really looking for help rationalizing it?

"Go ahead," Ashlee said, still rubbing her own head. "What have you got to lose?"

"What if Gary is, you know... watching me or something?"

"If he is, then he doesn't trust you and there's not really any hope in that case, is there?" Ashlee's argument was strangely persuasive. "Besides, you're just going over there to talk to him, right?" Had Ashlee winked? In her hangover haze, Julie wasn't sure. But again, she found herself wanting to heed her friend's advice.

But, Julie reminded herself, Ashlee was a train wreck when it came to relationships. Maybe guys like Greg were appealing in the bedroom, but what good were they in the long run? On the other hand, what good was a long run that left her, well... longing?

After breakfast and a shower, Julie still felt awful. She sat down in front of her computer and read Greg's email again, mulling over Ashlee's advice. Ashlee was just saying what Julie wanted to hear. But the fact that it was what Julie wanted to hear was the real telltale. If Julie's body wasn't already urging her to go, what power would Ashlee's words have had?

She popped a couple aspirin and went back to bed. She woke around lunch time feeling considerably better. Wandering out to the kitchen, Julie found Ashlee sleeping on the sofa. She walked quietly past her sleeping friend and was careful not to make noise as she scrounged up some leftover pizza.

Afterward, Julie retreated to her room and sat down in front of her computer again. Greg's email was still there, awaiting her reply. It wasn't quite one-thirty. If Julie hurried over there... She started calculating in her head how many hours she could spend with him. Then she stopped herself. She was basing her calculations on having to be home at a certain time. That wasn't the case now, was it?

That thought in itself was a little scary. There had always been a limit to her time with Greg. Windows of opportunity that she had to take advantage of whenever she could. A half hour here, a few hours there. This was a different situation now though. This was like a kid being turned loose in a toy store. The idea that she could have as much of him as she wanted, as often as she wanted... her knees got a little wobbly.

Julie thought about what it would be like to go to bed with Greg and wake up with him, not worrying about being home or getting caught. The thought made her tingle all over.

Of course, that still wasn't really the case. She wasn't going to show up at Greg's apartment while his roommates were there. And he said he was going to be heading back in another week or so. Still... there were certainly more possibilities. Assuming, that was, that Julie was going to completely abandon any hope of saving her relationship with Gary.

Did she really want to throw that away? Right now it might be a kid-in-a-candy-store scenario, but what about when Greg inevitably moved on? Then she would have neither the security, comfort and love of Gary nor the sexual excitement of Greg. She had to remind herself that choosing Greg now was certainly going to lead her to that eventually.

But it was like describing cancer to a teenage smoker. The risks were all too far away, too far removed from daily highs and lows to matter. She could get her fix now and at least for the immediate future. Whatever was waiting weeks or months or years down the road had little influence over what she wanted right now, no matter how bad, intellectually speaking, she knew her choice to be.

There was a significant part of her that was afraid for other reasons, though. And that fear, the fear of making her situation with Gary worse, still had the power to give her pause. She had already put herself in an unsavory position. If she and Gary did split up, she was an adulteress. Gary would already have the upper hand in any sort of legal proceedings. But that wasn't at the root of her fear, was it? No, like the cigarette analogy, it was still too far off.

But there was a fear, wasn't there? Maybe it was the more natural, reactionary fear of having gotten into serious trouble and wanting at all costs to be out of it. She had screwed up. And the magnitude of that mistake had yet to be fully revealed. In the meantime, she was like a child waiting in her room for her dad to come home. The consequences would be severe. And that thought, and the fear that went with it, was something powerful enough to influence her decision making.

But even as she felt that anxiety, she also felt temptation. To have Greg without limits... That was something that stirred her in a way that surprised her. Was it because now she had a chance to see if a relationship with Greg was possible? Was she, in spite of what her head told her, trying to capture that fantasy? If only briefly?

Julie sat down and looked at Greg's email. She wanted to run over to Greg's and see what it would be like to spend time with him and not have to keep an eye on her watch. But she was anxious and afraid of the consequences she was already facing. 

Or maybe she just wanted to see how hard Greg would work to convince her.

She typed a brief response.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

She wondered if she should say more, but couldn't think of anything. She didn't want to encourage him to convince her. That had to come straight from him. He either wanted her enough to try persuading her or... Or he'd pick up his little black book and call some less complicated woman.

Julie lounged around and watched TV most of the afternoon. When Ashlee woke up, she didn't seem to have any more ambition than that either. The two of them sat and watched television, occasionally chatting about insignificant things. And every so often, Julie would go back to her room and check her email.

Just before five, Greg answered her.

"I have this weekend and part of next. Then I'm home for at least a month. I don't want to leave without seeing you again."

The way he said he wanted to see her made Julie's heart beat a little faster. Did he really mean that? Was there something more to this than sex? Did he... dare she even think it, want to be with her? And not just in a sexual sense. Was he interested in something more than fucking Julie and sending her home to her husband?

Julie had to admit that she had found their kisses and embraces more passionate than they should be if he didn't have any feelings for her. The way he held her after sex seemed to convey a similar message. But Julie would never let herself think that way. It would be too devastating to fall for a guy who would never, could never, reciprocate. Ashlee's dating history was testament to that.

But now... there was a tingly knot of uncertainty gnawing at her belly. Could she take a chance that he was just saying whatever was necessary to get what he wanted? Could she ignore the possibility that Greg might actually want her?

"I can't take chances like that, if there's any hope of saving my marriage."

As she clicked the send button, Julie didn't know if she really believed she was going to try to save her marriage. Or if she was just interested in seeing how aggressively Greg pursued her. 

Greg took less than ten minutes to reply. 

"I don't think you have to worry about that. Even if you want to, which I don't believe, I don't think he'll take you back."

Julie gaped at Greg's answer. Gary wouldn't take her back? Well, it wasn't that Julie hadn't had similar thoughts, but it was rather audacious for Greg to talk like that.

Her reply was brief, almost terse. And she hoped it conveyed the indignation she felt when she had read Greg's email.

"I don't know what you mean."

Again, Greg's response came rather quickly.

"Do you remember how he caught us?"

Julie did remember. She hadn't at first. In the first shell-shocked moments after she had seen Gary until some time later, Julie's brain had frozen, locking away that damaging information. But she had remembered.

Greg had been fucking her doggie style. Hard. And then he had given her the tap, the signal that he was about to cum. And Julie had turned around quickly on the bed, closing her mouth over Greg's sticky cock. Even now, as horribly as that moment had ended, there was no denying how hot it had gotten her. How hot it always got her.

Greg's cock, fresh out of her pussy and pungent with her juices, had erupted in her mouth. And it had been a rather sizeable eruption, something that she found particularly arousing with Greg. There must have been a look on her face, an incriminating expression of pure bliss. It was so erotic, so hot. It made Julie feel like the sexiest woman alive, to actually derive such incredible pleasure from taking him in her mouth like that. Tasting the masculinity of his sperm and then swallowing it.

She had been so turned on by it that, while she still held his cock in her mouth, she quickly fingered herself to another orgasm. And, of course, the idea of having an orgasm with his cock in her mouth was every bit as deliciously erotic and hot as sucking him off after fucking.

That wanton sluttiness, that pussy wrenching kinkiness... Gary had witnessed it all. How shocking must that have been for him? He could never have pictured Julie that way, she knew. He was considerate in bed, loving, never kinky or crazy. And he had always seen Julie as being the same, right?

Maybe that was too much to expect Gary to be able to forgive. It would be one thing if he caught her cheating without knowing any of the specifics. But this... well, could she blame him if he never want to kiss her on the lips again? After seeing that? 

Gary had stood less than ten feet away and watched Julie swallow another man's cum. And had watched her do it in a way that left no doubt she had totally loved it.

The Julie Gary knew had to jump up spit and brush her teeth after he came in her mouth. Not masturbate with her lips still wrapped around the cock because it had turned her on in such an insanely hot way.

And even after all of the hurt she had caused Gary, Julie wanted to see Greg again. She was wrestling with her conscience, looking for a rationalization that would let her have Greg's big cock again. Was there really any doubt that she'd find that excuse?

At the same time, she wasn't going to go running to Greg by default. Maybe Greg was right and there was no way that Gary would ever be able get that fateful image out of his head. That there really wasn't a future for Julie with Gary anymore. It didn't mean that she should or would give herself so easily to Greg, did it? It wasn't like she could count on any kind of a future with him either.

Julie wrote back.

"Maybe. But that doesn't mean I should see you again."

After she sent it, Julie wondered if maybe she shouldn't have emphasized the word 'you' in the message. Maybe not. She wanted some sign from Greg that he wanted something more than a convenient Saturday night fuck. But she didn't want to make it too difficult either. After all, she might be hoping to get talked into being his convenient Saturday night fuck.

Greg replied within a minute or so.

"I know you want to."

Greg's words might be true, but they were beside the point. Julie wasn't going to see him just because she wanted to. Maybe she was just playing a game with herself, saying that he had to give her some kind of reason. And maybe she would grasp at any weak demonstration of affection. But he had to at least give her that.

"Want to has nothing to do with it."

A minute later, Greg's reply arrived.

"At least you admit that you want it."

Julie should have been angry, or at least annoyed. It was impossible to tell if Greg was joking or not. But the cold black and white letters on the screen conveyed no tone, no inflection. Even if he wasn't being serious, it wasn't enough. He wasn't going to get her to see him going about it that way.

What could Julie say? She didn't want to tell him what she needed to hear. He had to know it and say it to her of his own accord.

"Wanting it already cost me everything. There's nothing to admit."

Greg's responded.

"Even if you hadn't gotten caught, you couldn't have gone back to the way you were before."

Julie acknowledged the truth of his words to herself. Hadn't she thought the same thing herself? But logic wasn't what was going to win her over. Didn't Greg know that?

Almost as if he had been reading her mind, a fresh email from Greg popped up.

"I wouldn't have let you go back."

Julie blinked. What was he saying? Did he mean he wanted a real relationship with her? It sounded like that's what he meant. Her belly tingled and her body flushed with warmth. Could it be real?

Julie thought about times that she had lay in Greg's arms, their bodies embracing, sweating and exhausted. The way he brushed her hair back behind her ear and kissed her tenderly. The way he held her, made her feel so secure, for a long time after the ecstasy had passed.

Julie had always believed that those were Greg's tricks of the trade. To make a woman feel like she was more than just a hot fuck. True, Julie wanted to feel like a hot fuck with him, but she also needed the tenderness afterward, didn't she? Wouldn't any woman?

So Greg gave that to her. She assumed he did it because he had figured out that it somehow released Julie. It let her be uninhibited with him during sex, because she knew she could count on those affectionate moments afterward. It was a deadly combination. Either one on its own would never have been enough. But together... wow!

Julie could be a total slut with Greg, fucking him and sucking him with complete abandon. Not just because he could make her cum like a volcano, but because he would hold her and kiss her afterward.

So what did his email mean? She typed a reply.

"I'm a married woman. I thought you liked that because it made me 'uncomplicated.'"

Greg's reply took a few minutes this time. Was it because he had to give his answer some thought? Or because he wandered off to get a fresh beer out of the fridge. Julie knew which she wanted to believe, even though she wouldn't let herself.

"You are anything but 'uncomplicated.'"

Julie felt a stir in her loins as she read Greg's reply. True, she didn't know for sure what he meant, but the implication that he was torn over her, well... it was enough to let her go over there, wasn't it? It was at least close. She needed just a little bit more...

"How so?"

He wrote back.

"You know. You feel it too."

Julie stared at his words, her heart picking up its pace. He was definitely leading her to believe there was more between them than just sex. Was he really, honestly having feelings for her? On the one hand, Julie could only dare to hope.

On the other hand, there was plenty of reason to remain skeptical. First, she and Greg had almost no contact outside of the bedroom and work. They had never even been on a real date, so how could she assume that they had anything on which to base a relationship? Second, she wasn't sure she could let herself believe him. As much as she wanted to, there was still enough sensibility and self-preservation in her to know better. 

Even if he sincerely meant it, it still had a track record that couldn't be ignored. No matter how smitten he was today with Julie, how long would it be before his eyes started looking around? Noticing greener pastures—or shorter skirts—elsewhere?

She looked at his email, re-read the words. She did know. She did feel it. And no matter how much her head screamed at her not to do anything foolish, Julie began to think she was about to do just that.

"I don't know what I feel."

Julie's answer was mostly honest. She did know what she felt, but if those feelings were based on a mirage, then... That uncertainty certainly cast doubt on everything else.

Greg's answer hit the mark perfectly.

"Yes, you do. You just don't believe."

Julie didn't even have to think before she wrote back.

"Can you blame me?"

Greg didn't reply right away. As Julie sat and stared at the screen, she wondered if she was driving him away. She didn't want to do that did she?

Then Greg's reply arrived in her in box.

"I understand. Come see me and we'll talk. I don't want to do this over email."

There it was. The opportunity for rationalization that Julie had wanted. He had implied that he had real feelings for her, wanted more than just great sex with her. And if she would come to his apartment, they could 'talk' about it.

There was certainly a need within Julie to know where she stood with Greg. She couldn't get to the point where she needed him only to find that he was gone. But when she allowed herself to be honest for a moment, Julie found she was really hoping that they would do more than talk.

Oh, God! If there was something substantial underneath the sex... Julie hardly knew any sexual limits with Greg as it was! How much more could she give him? She didn't know, but she was thinking she wanted to find out.

The temptation of being with him without limits, without worrying about the time, without making excuses, was already enough to make her knees start to shake. The idea that there might be real feelings, affection, even... no, she couldn't use the "L" word. That was insanely optimistic. 

But as hard as she tried to suppress that optimism, it was having an effect on her. Still, she was not a woman to throw away all caution. She wrote back to Greg in that cautious vein.

"Why don't we meet for a drink."

Even as she sent it, she knew what his response would be. And she couldn't keep herself from smiling when she read it.

"Cavanaugh's?"

Why not, Julie though? If he really was sincere... well, it wasn't like she hadn't done it before!

They traded a couple more emails to establish a time, then Julie logged off and got dressed. She didn't have her whole wardrobe to chose from. It was either work clothes or jeans and a pullover. She went with the jeans. Work clothes... what message would that have sent? She almost wished she had the nerve to wear them and find out.

As she walked out, Julie was careful not to make any noise. She was hoping that Ashlee was still asleep on the sofa. Julie didn't even want to think about what Ashlee would say to her.

But Ashlee was awake.




Julie Ch. 15



"What's up?" she asked when she saw Julie.

"Oh, nothing," Julie replied, sounding casual, but feeling absurdly nervous. What was she worried about? Ashlee already knew most of the story. "Just going to go out for a bit."

"Oh," Ashlee said, sounding slightly surprised. "Want some company?" Julie stuttered for a second.

"Ah, I'm ah... No, I'm..."

"Oh!" Ashlee's eyes opened, a smile quickly spreading across her face. "I see!" Her grin had a wickedly conspiratorial tilt to it. She winked. Julie thought about making denials or protesting, but how could she?

"You think what you want!" Julie replied with a dismissive laugh, as if Ashlee was completely wrong. But Julie didn't think it fooled Ashlee for a second.

A few minutes later she was driving to the restaurant to meet Greg. There were still misgivings, doubts and fears tugging at her heart and her head. But not even combined did they have a chance of keeping her from going to see him. She told herself she had to know. She had to hear it from him.

But was she really just grabbing at an excuse to see him? Wasn't the idea of being able to spend the night with him the more compelling factor? There was no denying that she was feeling the early stages of arousal. And she hadn't even seen him yet! God, what would happen when they were face to face? When he was whispering in her ear that they should go out to the parking lot... get in his car...

It occurred to Julie as she walked across the parking lot that she seemed to have totally dismissed Gary. Somehow, the idea that she could be with Greg, a man with whom she'd never really spent any time except sexually, was so powerful, that it eclipsed her marriage. Almost instantaneously. 

It scared her. Julie was never one to be rash. She was always solidly grounded. How could the woman she had always known herself to be act so recklessly? Knowing already that there were consequences upon consequences that these actions would certainly have?

How could a man exert such influence over her? Even as she wrestled with her fear and her concern, she didn't slow her pace in the slightest. And it didn't diminish at all the rush she felt when she saw him at the bar. In the same place, no less, as the night they first met.

Not that there was a romantic memory attached to that meeting, Julie smiled to herself. But it was truly the beginning of it all. From that moment on, Julie's self-determination had been affected. 

When they greeted each other, there was an awkwardness. Neither knew just how familiar to be with the other. As intimate as they had been in the bedroom, they had always been very careful in public to appear as casual acquaintances. They probably still had to keep up that appearance, as Julie was, after all, still a married woman, whatever the future might hold.

But that wasn't what made it seem a little out of sorts. Julie, early on, had always had trouble warming up to the situation. There was always that initial awkwardness, difficulty in picking up where they had left off. It was because, at that time, she didn't see Greg all that regularly. It wasn't a switch she could turn on.

She had always assumed that it was the same with Greg. But, sensing his awkwardness now, Julie realized that he had been fine with it then. He was, after all, a guy used to seeing a woman infrequently and getting right into the groove with her. Was his hesitancy now because of what he had said, or implied, in his emails? Was he nervous about exposing true feelings?

Whatever it was, Julie's own, familiar awkwardness was mirrored by Greg's. They were two people who had been intimate just days before and now they were exchanging inane pleasantries instead of getting right to the point of why they were there. 

But why were they there? Julie, for her part, wanted to wind up in bed with him eventually. But she needed something from him to make it okay. She didn't really know what that meant, but instinctively it felt important. Greg had to somehow reinforce, say to her face, what he had hinted around at in his emails.

Greg seemed to know that there was more to this meeting than whether or not they both wanted sex. That part seemed a given. The question was more of how to make it seem okay to have sex, even after their disastrous discovery just a few nights ago. 

They ordered drinks and Greg asked how things had gone with Gary after he left. Julie sensed that, while Greg's concern might be genuine, it was more about dancing around why they were really there.

Julie replied, painting the events of the time since in broad strokes. Greg didn't seem inclined to dig deeper into Julie's answers, strengthening her suspicion that he was avoiding the real subject.

It occurred to Julie that Greg's real issue was that he didn't want to say or do anything that might seem like a commitment. Everything in his lifestyle, his personality, ran contrary to commitment and Julie soon surmised that that was the reason he talked around the issue.

Part of her wanted to be patient. Let him get to the point where he was ready and willing to say something meaningful. Another part of her was just hoping he would be able to give her enough that she could justify going home with him. As much as she would have loved to have him look into her eyes and tell her that he wanted to be with her for real, Julie knew if he gave her just a glimmer of hope, it would be enough for tonight.

By the second drink, they were at least flirting and familiar again. But even though Greg didn't seem to be in any hurry to continue the conversation he had started with his emails earlier, Julie found herself making eyes at him in a way that reminded her of the girl at the bar the first time she saw Greg. The way that woman—Anne Marie, was it?—had looked at Greg, well... it had come as no surprise to Julie to see her later in the parking lot with her head in Greg's lap.

Julie was doing the same thing now, she realized. She was looking at Greg in a way that gave her intentions away. Were there people around the bar and restaurant looking at her? Knowing, recognizing the signals her body was sending? Was anyone watching and wondering if Julie would be going down on him in the parking lot tonight?

That thought brought an almost surreal collage of recollections to the fore in Julie's head. Watching Greg get a blow job that night. His wink. Then meeting him for drinks after work and his flirting suggestion that she should go out to his car. Her indignant reply followed by her kissing him beside her car and getting turned on. Being interrupted by the lights from another car. And Julie's eventual surrender. Coming back to this very bar knowing he wanted her to do it. She had insisted that she didn't want to, even to herself. But hadn't it been thrilling? She had gone back and done it again with much less prodding, hadn't she?

It was so strange for her to look at the events of the past six months, comparing her first meetings with Greg to this one. To have changed in ways that she never thought she ever would or could. Yet here she was. And she hadn't ruled out giving him another blow job in this same parking lot tonight. If he would only give her that little bit of hope, she might be willing. If he gave her something of substance... well, she might be the one leading him out of the bar to the car!

"I'm going to be going back after next weekend," Greg said to her. "I probably won't be back for a few weeks at least. Maybe more, it all depends." Julie nodded, waiting for him to go on. "I don't want to leave without seeing you again."

"You're seeing me right now," Julie countered, a teasing grin on her face. He gave a polite smile.

"You know what I mean," he answered, his blue eyes boring into hers with an intensity that Julie couldn't match. She had to look away, taking a sip of her drink to cover the butterflies she suddenly felt in her belly. He wasn't saying it, but the look in his eyes... that was the look she wanted, right?

"Oh, I know what you mean," Julie said, her grin widening as she looked back up at him. "And while I won't deny that the idea has, uh... some enticing aspects, I'm just a little hesitant. Taking chances under the circumstances might be, ah... a bit foolish." She shot him a raised eyebrow.

Greg nodded, looking down at his drink reflectively for a moment before turning his eyes back to Julie's. Oh, God! Julie thought as her body trembled. This was it! He was going to say something! Something significant. Something that would redefine their relationship.

"Julie, you aren't like any woman I know," Greg began and Julie's heart fluttered. "I've never been one to, you know, look for, um... a long term, steady sort of thing. But I, well... since I met you, I wonder if... maybe, I don't know. If maybe that could actually work for me."

It wasn't exactly romantic in and of itself, but coming from Greg, Julie actually found it to be, if not romantic, at least touching. He had given her more than she had really hoped for. True, that was only because she had set her expectations so low. But there was no denying that he was putting himself outside his comfort zone, making himself vulnerable, which was something he probably never did.

Twenty minutes later, she was parking next to him in front of his company-rented apartment. They embraced and kissed passionately, just as they had done before getting in their cars at the bar. 

Those kisses were nothing short of magical for Julie. There was no escaping the desire that Greg evoked in her anyway. His words at the bar, non-committal, maybe-I-could-be-monogamous-with-you though they may have been, were deepening that desire. It wasn't just one night of sex on the line. It was a real relationship. Days and nights together. Being a couple. Sharing experiences, planning a future together... She stopped herself there; chide herself.

Julie was acting like Greg had proposed to her when in fact, all he had really done was say there was a chance that they could be boyfriend and girlfriend. Still, that was light years beyond anything Julie had ever expected at the beginning.

From that first night in his hotel room, from the time when he showed her what it was like to cum so hard she didn't even know she was screaming, it had been about incredible sex. That incredible sex had no doubt stemmed from Greg's dominant, arrogant personality and his thick nine-inch cock. He stretched her body with his organ's size as effectively as he stretched her understanding of herself with his ability to control her.

No other man on the planet could make her pussy dripping wet by telling her to get on her knees and suck his cock. No other man could make her spread her legs so wide, so willingly. No other man could make such a willing slut out of her.

When they reached the privacy of Greg's apartment the door closed behind them, Julie felt an explosion of possibilities. She had fucked and sucked him all over this apartment. But tonight there were no roommates to worry about, no husband to go home to. All that debauchery could be revisited without limits. That there might be an underlying substance to their union only intensified the feeling.

They didn't made it further than just inside the front door before their lips found each others'. Their hands ran through each others' hair and up and down each others' backs. They squeezed themselves together in an almost desperate embrace. Julie loved the feel of his firm, well-muscled body pressed against her almost as much as the other firm muscle he pressed against her. 

Her top came off quickly, followed almost immediately by her bra. Her nipples were hurting they were so hard. Greg wasted no time grabbing her breasts and kneading them, his lips descending on her blood-infused nipples. Julie threw her head back, gasping at the intensity of the warmth tingling in her belly and between her legs. Her heart was racing in her chest. Her clit felt like it was throbbing in her jeans. 

Greg's tongue, lips and mouth devoured Julie's breasts, sending her spinning into a delirious state of ecstasy. When he kissed his way up her neck and nibbled her earlobe, her knees almost buckled. Then his lips were beside her ear.

"Julie," he breathed, and her heart raced faster still. She knew what he was about to say and she couldn't wait to hear it. "Get on your knees." A thrill shot through her loins, her belly and warmth flushed her entire body. "Get on your knees and suck my cock."

Moaning in delight, Julie sank to her knees before Greg. Her hands were shaking, making it difficult to unzip his pants, but eventually she managed. A moment later she was holding Greg's cock in her hand again. The surge of warmth she experienced just holding it was breath-taking.

As she licked away the bead of precum glistening at the tip of his mighty shaft, Julie wondered how there could have ever been any doubt that she would have had it again. She could never go back to the life she knew before Greg. Holding his cock in her hand, staring at it, marveling at it, she knew that to be true.

She slowly closed her eyes, opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking his thick shaft into her mouth. As soon as it touched her lips and tongue, another flash of heat and wetness shot through her. As much as she wanted to devour him, suck him with frantic energy and bring him to release as quickly as possible, Julie also wanted to savor the moment. This could very well be the first blow job she gave him as his girlfriend, after all.

Her lips moved steadily but lustily up and down Greg's pulsing cock. Julie kept her eyes closed at first, concentrating on the feel and taste of him. It was so gut-wrenchingly powerful, the feeling that washed over her as she bobbed on him.

Eventually, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Julie wanted him to see in her eyes just how willing she was to please him, just how much she wanted to satisfy him. Like she was trying to show him that he had made the right decision in choosing her. Greg looked down and, while his arrogant smirk was still there, Julie thought she saw something deeper, more meaningful. An acknowledgement of what she was doing for him. Not just at that moment, but in general.

Julie massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue, feeling the swollen vein pulsing in her mouth. Then she slipped him from her mouth and put her hands on her thighs. Greg's cock was pointed straight at her face. Her tummy quivered, it just looked so incredible. Looking up into his eyes, Julie leaned forward and planted a kiss on the head of his cock. Not just any kiss. A passionate, loving kiss. Something that told Greg just how beholden to him Julie was.

Then, hands still in her lap, Julie took his member back into her mouth and sucked him again at the same torturous pace. It was enough to drive him wild without being enough to make him cum. And Julie was loving every groan and sigh that her oral ministrations elicited.

She was wondering if she could get him to cum at such a pace. It would almost certainly be an incredible orgasm for him if she could. But Greg stopped her before she could find out.

He reached down and lifted Julie to her feet. His cock pressed against her bare belly as he leaned down and planted a deep, passionate kiss on her lips. It was a deep, romantic kiss. The fact that his huge member was grinding against her as their lips and tongues connected didn't make it any less so.

As their kiss broke, Julie's hands hurried to unfasten the button on her jeans. A moment later, Julie was standing naked before him, loving the way Greg's eyes roamed all over her body. Julie was a good looking woman, with a curvy figure, big breasts and a firm ass. She knew men noticed her when she walked by. Greg's lust-filled eyes drinking her in was all that mattered though. As long as he looked at her with that raw, animal desire, she knew she was hot and sexy.

He kissed her again and started to pull off his shirt. Julie, watching him disrobe and getting wetter doing so, reached out and took his member in her hand. She stroked it as he shed his shirt. Reluctantly, she let go so he could take off his pants. 

Greg kicked his pants aside and stepped up to her again. This time as they embraced, there was no clothing to come between them. Julie felt the warmth of his skin directly on hers and it only heightened her arousal.

She was so turned on that she simply wanted everything at once. She wanted him to tell her to suck it again. She wanted him to turn her around, bend her over the table and shove it into her. She wanted to feel his tongue tickling her clit. She wanted... everything. She only hoped that they could manage to get it all in before they had to get up for work on Monday.

Greg lifted Julie up and sat her on the edge of the dining room table, spreading her legs wide with his hands. She rocked back, supporting herself on her elbows, presenting her pussy to him as fully and as openly as she could. Oh, to be such a slut with her legs spread so wide! It was filling her up with a fresh, warm tingle.

Then Greg filled her up with his rock hard cock. He took his time entering her, but he almost didn't need to. Julie was so wet. And she had been fucking this big cock of his fairly regularly anyway, so her body was used to accommodating him.

She groaned, her head falling backwards spilling her dark hair across the table as he entered her. By the time he was all the way in her, she was screaming, her hips bucking underneath of him.

Maybe it was because a couple days ago, Julie didn't know if she would ever experience Greg inside her again. Maybe it was because Greg had given Julie reason to believe that the fantasy of the past few months might actually contain some substance. Whatever it was, the intensity, the thrill of him was absolutely driving her into a frenzy. She couldn't lift herself hard enough or fast enough to drive him deep enough into her.

He leaned forward, interlocking his arms around her legs and pushing them back until her knees were near her chest. With her legs spread wide and pinned back, Julie felt Greg penetrating her so deep. It felt like he was going to split her in two with his hammer-like pounding.

Her screams became short bursts that were timed with his thrusts. When his hands descended on her breasts, began squeezing and kneading them, Julie felt the world around her getting blurry and distant. All she could perceive was the high voltage-like connection between her pussy and breasts where Greg was stimulating her almost beyond her capacity to endure.

Julie's pussy started spasming, clenching around Greg's cock over and over as she reached orgasm. The blinding white heat that flashed through her was so powerful, the scream her body tried to release got stuck in her throat, turning into a hoarse, gravelly moan. 

Spasming and shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm, Julie managed to open her eyes and focus. Greg was still ramming himself in and out of her pussy relentlessly, his head back, moans of his own now reaching through Julie's fog to her ears.

Julie was simply glowing with post-orgasmic heat when she impulsively pushed him back with her thighs and levered herself up from her elbows to her hands. She continued to move him back and sit up, causing him to slip from her dripping pussy. Greg seemed to understand that she was trying to sit up and stepped back to give her room.

But Julie wasn't really trying to sit up. As soon as Greg gave her room, she slipped from the table and down to the floor in front of him. He moved back another step or two to give her space to kneel between himself and the table.

He didn't seem surprised, even though he was usually the one who initiated this sort of thing. He put his hands on his hips and looked down at Julie, watching her expectantly. Julie, for her part, hesitated only long enough to flash her sultry smile at him before taking his cock into her mouth.




Julie Ch. 15



The orgasm still echoing in her filled Julie with a burning desire to make Greg feel as good as he made her feel. Taking his shaft in both hands, Julie gave him a deep, sensual sucking. Her whole being focused on him and bringing him pleasure. And it was every bit as good, as intense as having him thrusting deep into her pussy.

Julie would have gladly sucked him to orgasm at that point, but she tingled with anticipation when he pulled her back to her feet. Then he bent her over the table, sliding his member into her from behind. Again, he felt so big, was entering her so deep, that she felt like he could cut her in half.

Greg pounded into her over and over, driving scream after scream out of her. Her breasts rocked back and forth with his assault, her nipples grazing the table top in a way that sent bolts all through her.

His cock and his rhythm seemed tireless. Julie felt her second orgasm building like a tsunami. Just as she felt herself getting close, reaching that point of no return, Greg grabbed Julie's hair with one hand, yanking it hard enough to pull her head back. As her head came up, Greg got his other hand over her shoulder and levered her off the table, almost to a standing position. Taking hold of her shoulder, he steered her toward the near side of the room, shoving her up against the wall. 

A man with a shorter cock would have slipped out, but Greg barely missed a beat, driving her against the wall with a massive thrust up and into her. The weight of him pressing her, almost crushing her, against the wall as his cock delved deep into her was surprisingly stimulating. A few thrusts later, Julie was shrieking her pleasure into the dining room wallpaper, her knees buckling with the rush of orgasm. If Greg hadn't been pressing himself against her so aggressively, she might have fallen down. She was hardly aware of being on her feet, so potent was the explosion of her passion.

Then Greg backed away, catching her in his arms and slowly lowering her to the floor. In a daze, Julie let him roll her onto her back. She automatically pulled her knees up and spread her legs for him. She felt too sensitive to take him back inside her after her climax, but her body just moved to accommodate him without asking her brain.

But Greg didn't slip between her legs. Rather, he straddled her chest and pressed her ample breasts together around his glistening member. Realization dawning, Julie quickly put her hands on either side of her breasts and squeezed them around him.

He rocked back and forth atop her, his shaft poking out just below her chin with each thrust. She tipped her head down awkwardly to get her tongue on his tip every time he rocked forward.

The feel, the thickness, the firmness of his sizeable member slithering between her breasts was causing her to tingle anew. Without touching any particularly sensitive places on her, Greg was electrifying her all over again. It was the eroticism of it, having his cock, sticky from her pussy squeezed between her tits. Being tit fucked.

As she watched his head poke through her breasts over and over, Julie wondered if he would cum that way, splattering his seed all over her neck, her face. Even as she mused, Greg suddenly lifted off of her chest and leaned forward, dangling his huge rod in Julie's face. Julie understood immediately and reacted with urgency, lifting her head, opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around him.

She was rewarded an instant later with several potent blasts that poured into her mouth and slid easily down her throat. Her eyes closed as if deep in prayer, a sublime pleasure filling her body, stretching it, warming it. She tingled as she wondered if this might be the first time she was swallowing Greg's cum as his girlfriend.

Suddenly, his finger was on her clit, rotating it deftly. The combination of having him in her mouth, his fingering of her clit and thinking that she had just swallowed for him as his girlfriend was enough to send her over the edge once again. Her hips bucked under his hand and she had to concentrate to keep him in her mouth. And oh, she wanted him in her mouth when she came! She shook with pleasure, moaning around his cock as a huge wave of passion crashed down on her, spreading like a flash fire from her loins to every corner of her body.

Twenty minutes later they were laying in bed, groping and kissing each other with a less frantic, but every bit as potent passion. Julie found herself kissing her way down his chest, her mouth naturally seeming to gravitate to his cock. As she kissed his belly, she took it in her hand. Already, he was almost completely erect again.

She raised his cock out of the path of her kisses, her hand slowly stroking it as her lips made their way to the base of his shaft. Her lips brushed the moist, curly hair around his member as she inhaled the musky scent of their combined juices.

As much as Julie wanted to savor the anticipation, tease him, build it up until he was desperate to be in her mouth, she found herself too impatient. Next time, she thought to herself as she wrapped her lips around him and bobbed deeply on him.

Greg's cock swelled to fully erect after just a couple passes of her lips. Julie closed her eyes, dreamily indulging in the heaven of pleasuring Greg. The hardness of his member on her tongue alone made her wet. His sighs and moans were arousing enough to make it possible for her climax too. Dripping and tingling, Julie bent her neck to bob lovingly on his shaft.

Just as she was really beginning to lose herself in the act, Greg pulled her away, bringing her back up to kiss him. At first, it reminded Julie of something Gary would do. Pull her away before he lost control and came in her mouth. Julie wanted to protest that it was okay, that she really wanted him to cum in her mouth.

A thought shot through her head. What if being Greg's girlfriend changed the way he was with her in bed? What if he started to act like Gary?

Before Julie had time to actually worry, Greg dispelled her concerns. He pushed her on to her back and, turning around in the bed, threw a leg over her. Then he was straddling her in a sixty-nine position as he pushed her legs apart. Once again his cock was in her face, this time hanging down from above. And his head was between her legs, his tongue seeking out her most sensitive parts.

Even as Julie eagerly took Greg's rod back into her mouth, his tongue was swirling around her pussy lips and clit. She could barely concentrate on keeping him in her mouth, so overwhelming was the effect of his tongue on her. Her ass twitched and her hips bucked, propelled by pure reflex.

When Greg's finger touched her sphincter, Julie jumped. As it penetrated her, sliding into her ass, the combination of stimuli drove her to a thunderclap orgasm. It hit her hard, shaking her violently as she screamed out her ecstasy. 

It happened so fast that Julie totally lost track of Greg's cock. She quickly recaptured it, loving the way she experienced the aftershocks of her climax with him in her mouth. She raised her head, taking in more than half of his length. She dropped back to the bed and raised up again. 

Greg lifted his head from her pussy and climbed off of her. He turned around and rolled Julie over. Julie didn't have to be told to get on her hands and knees. She just knew. She raised her ass up in to the air, offering it up to him as she braced herself on her elbows. She watched over her shoulder with tingling anticipation as Greg positioned himself behind her, pushing his cock into her again.

Julie shrieked into the pillow as Greg began jackhammering his massive cock into her. She could hardly see anything around her as he pounded her with a savage intensity. His hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her back into him with every thrust. Relentlessly, tirelessly, Greg plunged in and out of Julie's engorged lips, filling her pussy over and over again.

He kept at it for what seemed like hours, taking Julie to her third orgasm, almost to her fourth, before he gave her signal, the tap on her ass. Julie responded automatically, but even as she did so, she was disappointed that he wasn't going to cum inside her, coat her cervix with his seed. 

Not that she didn't love the way it felt when his member swelled in her mouth. Not that it didn't make her feel incredibly sexy, hot and slutty to drink the cum straight from his cock, feel it slide down her throat. All of that was truly mind-blowingly erotic and she didn't want to stop that.

But to have him cum inside her... That was what a boyfriend would do, wasn't it? Yes, but that begged the question again... if she became his girlfriend, would he treat her different in bed?

Would he order his girlfriend to her knees to suck his cock? Would he thrust his girlfriend up against the wall and fuck her? Then throw her to the floor and tit fuck her? Would he shove his fingers up his girlfriend's ass? Shoot his cum all over his girlfriend's face?

All the trashy, slutty things about their unions that made Julie's knees weak, her heart race, her pussy wet and her mouth water... would they change? Would a serious relationship require a level of respect that precluded that kind of treatment?

Julie thought about serious conversations she had had with her husband, where they had mutually decided major issues. If she and Greg had to make decisions as equals, would that undo his control in the bedroom? Could they argue over money or have some other significant difference of opinion and still revert to these roles? 

Julie couldn't picture asserting herself forcefully one moment, then humbly getting on her knees the next. How could she argue, express opinions, hold herself up as an equal to a man who could make her wet by taking out his cock telling her to suck it? How could she feel like an equal if she truly desired to kneel obsequiously before him? If having him stand over her while she dutifully pleasured him was a longing that burned in her belly?

So maybe it would be better, at least for now, if she didn't want him to be more of a boyfriend in bed. Maybe cumming inside her was something she didn't need to push, she thought, even as she licked the last traces of cum from his fading erection,

The two of them cuddled together, Julie almost giddy as she felt the warmth of his body against hers, his arms around her. The loving kisses they exchanged as they lay wrapped in each other, they had to mean something, didn't they? Something real?

They dozed that way for a time and when they woke up, they began kissing again. The kisses grew in intensity and passion and soon they were all over each other. Then Greg was on top of her, nestling between Julie's legs. She moaned and screamed as he slid into her again.

This time was slower, more passionate. More like—dare she think it—love making. And in spite of her earlier concerns about possible changes in their roles, when she felt Greg getting close, Julie knew she had to feel him in her.

"Cum in me, lover," she panted between screams. "Cum inside me." And he did, pumping himself dry in Julie's pussy. She reached her climax almost simultaneously, her back arching, pushing her body up into the weight of him on top of her. The crescendo coupled with symbolic aspect of his release inside her took Julie to stratospheric heights.

As his thrusts ceased, Julie wrapped her legs behind him, holding him in her. She held him as tightly as she could, not wanting him to slip from her, even as his erection faded. She wanted him in her pussy as long as she could keep him there.

When he finally slipped from her, it gave Julie a feeling of loss. She so desperately wanted him to remain in her. Not that she felt any sense that she would not experience him again when he was recovered. But she just didn't want to let him go now. She let out an involuntary whimper as she felt him withdraw.

They kissed and embraced, curling up with each other as they had earlier. Julie fell asleep in Greg's arms, feeling like a woman in love, whatever her head told her to the contrary.



Julie Ch. 16



In the morning Julie awoke slowly, feeling Greg's comforting presence beside her before she was consciously aware of where she was. She nestled against his warmth, blissfully shielded for the moment from any undesired realities. 

When Julie was finally fully awake and aware of her surroundings, the night before came flooding back to her. And now that magic didn't have to end when the clock struck twelve. It was morning no one had turned into a pumpkin. She could stay. Greg could stay.

It sent a ridiculous surge of happiness through her. No matter what Julie's brain or sensibilities told her, she wanted to believe in this. She wanted it to be real. And at this stage of the game, the fact that they were both lying in bed the following morning with no pressing commitments was almost as good as proof.

Greg was sleeping on his back, one hand under the pillow behind his head, the other folded across his abdomen. Under the covers, Julie could see the outline of his massive cock, straining in its morning glory. The sight of it would have aroused her anyway. But this morning, feeling overly amorous as Julie was, it created an insatiable craving in her.

She started to creep out of bed to get a warm washcloth to clean him off with. But she stopped herself. That was the sort of thing she would do with Gary. This was Greg, the man who brought out the slut in her. He took his cock out of her pussy all the time and expected Julie to suck her own juices from it, even as she was swallowing his cum.

Julie was his slut, wasn't she? And he should expect that she would clean his cock with her mouth. The dirtiness, the kinkiness of taking him in her mouth, cleaning the dried cum from him as she woke him with a blow job... Her heart started beating faster with anticipation.

She pushed back the sheet and wrapped her hand around his tree-trunk like appendage. She stroked it slowly as she lowered her lips to it. Even as he first entered her mouth, Julie heard his breathing change and she knew he was no longer asleep. A moment later, as her lips bobbed lovingly up and down on him, she heard him sigh deeply and felt his upper body stretching. Then his hand was on the back of her head, fingers running through her hair as she sucked his cock as deeply and as passionately as she knew how.

Julie half expect him to use his hand to push her down on his shaft, gag her with it as he had done before. She actually found herself tingling at the thought. She wasn't exactly disappointed when he didn't though. As hot as it was to have him treat her like a slut, this morning felt a little different.

Even though Julie had started this with the notion of being Greg's willing slut, that wasn't the vibe that surrounded them, was it? No, this was more like they were on their honeymoon, or something like that. She wasn't Greg's slut this morning. She was his lover. And as his lover, she was eager to give him everything she had as his slut, her body, her mouth, her pussy... whatever he wanted. But as his lover, she was giving him something from inside of her as well. Something far more significant than any physical part of herself.

Julie was doing what she was doing for him not because it made her feel hot and slutty. Well, it did, but that wasn't the only reason. There was a deeper craving she was satisfying by spreading her saliva up and down his morning erection. Maybe she was conveying the same desire to please him that she always had, but her motivation was different today.

Would Greg be able to tell? Was there anything different about what she was doing, the way she was doing it that would tip him off? Was there an extra surge of passion in her efforts this morning? She moaned around his cock as she realized just how much different this morning truly felt to her.

Yes, this was still hot, erotic cocksucking. She was still dripping wet at the idea she was waking him up by sucking his rock-hard morning erection. But the idea she wasn't doing it so much for the slut factor, but for... well, she couldn't let herself call it love. Not yet.

Even if that's what it felt like.

Wasn't that what this was about? Showing him how she felt about him? Maybe to Greg this was no different than the dozens of other blow jobs Julie had given him. But she knew this one was different. Today she wasn't going to be a cum-swallowing slut. Today she was a woman showing her devotion to her lover, accepting him in her mouth, coaxing his seed from him and savoring the feel of it sliding deep into her being. 

Lost in the euphoria of those thoughts, Julie closed her eyes and bobbed lustily on Greg's cock. So intent was she on pleasing him that he startled her when he pulled her up, away from his member. Why was he stopping her?

He drew her up to him and kissed her passionately. Julie melted. Oh, a kiss so passionate, so deep... how could it not mean what she wanted it to mean? Their lips danced, their tongues intertwined.

Even as Julie was getting everything she could possibly imagine, a part of her worried at this change. What if Greg's feelings for her changed the way they were together in bed? Gary, Julie realized, would have pulled her up from his cock without cumming. Because he wouldn't want to do anything Julie might find objectionable.

What if Greg started showing that same kind of deference? Would the intensity, the sluttiness of their sex fall victim? Was that the price she would have to pay to be his lover instead of his slut? Would it still be as good? Or maybe it would be even better?

Greg dispelled those thoughts as he rolled Julie on to her back and settled himself between her legs. He positioned himself and entered her very deliberately as he continued to kiss her passionately. When he was all the way in, he broke their kiss and lifted his head so he could look into Julie's eyes. Eyes locked on each others' Greg slowly pulled his cock out almost all the way before pushing it back in at a nearly unbearably slow pace.

Julie's body involuntarily arched, her heels and shoulder blades digging into the bed, thrusting her hips up to meet his. The contact of their eyes was affecting her in an almost physical way, rivaling the sensation of him penetrating so deeply into her pussy.

As Greg slowly pushed and pulled his considerable length in and out of Julie, her eyes opened wide, letting his gaze penetrate her as deeply as his cock. She hoped Greg could feel the connection the way Julie did. Looking into his eyes, it was impossible for her to believe it wasn't affecting him the same way.

Her eyes grew wide as he stretched her both physically and emotionally. She could lose herself, she realized, in a paradise like this. 

Their bodies gyrated and ground against each other, still oh-so-slowly, deliberately. Alternately, they locked eyes then exchanged kisses. The fire and intensity of both was turning Julie's insides into a river of magma. She could feel her molten insides shifting and sloshing with every deep thrust of Greg's rod.

There really was sooo much more to this... the eye contact was never so intense, the kisses never so deep and wet. Everything about their coupling this morning was telling Julie that the fantasy was becoming reality. All those nights of falling asleep with Greg, waking up with him... hadn't she wanted that to be her real life? And now... wasn't that where this was going? Wasn't Greg, with his lips, his eyes, his thrusts and moans, wasn't he telling her the thing that she was so desperate to hear?

Eventually, Greg's thrusts grew faster and Julie answered, her hips and her moans keeping in perfect rhythm with him. When he came inside her, when she felt him splatter against her cervix, she screamed out as her own orgasm overtook her. It plunged her into a momentarily sightless flash of heat that radiated throughout her, dissipating in her farthest extremities. She spasmed and shook, her head rolling back in the bed as her fingers clenched around the backs of Greg's arms.

Quickly, before the last aftershock faded, Julie snapped her head up to look into Greg's eyes again. She needed to see him, needed the electricity of their shared gaze while his cock was softening inside her. While her body was still delighting in the incredible pleasure it had given her. While the magic, the fantasy, of their union was still intact.

After sharing a moment of post-coital eye contact with her, Greg collapsed on top of Julie, kissing her lips with his warm, open mouth. The fire that transferred between their mouths, lips and tongues even as his cock was still in her... it had to mean this was real, didn't it?

The two of them lay curled together in bed another hour, kissing and caressing each other. Eliciting sighs and moans from each other. Behaving like lovers.

By the time Julie and Greg rose and went in to shower together, she was almost convinced of the sincerity of his feelings. She still resisted at some level. Perhaps there was still too much of the realist or cynic in her to completely throw herself upon her belief. But she wanted to believe and he was giving her every reason to.

She was also convinced that there was nothing she wouldn't do for him. If Greg told her to leave Gary for him, Julie would. If he told her to pick up and move in with him, she would. Whatever practical, sensible reservations she might have, there was no overcoming the desire she had for him. To be with him.

As Greg and Julie stood together, arms around each other in a steaming hot shower, she realized that there was nothing she wouldn't do to show her feelings for him. Maybe she couldn't bring herself to use the word 'love' yet, but she had fucked him as a lover, sucked him as a lover. And would give him any and every part of her he desired as his lover.

As they stepped out of the shower and dried each other off, Julie found herself irresistibly drawn to Greg's cock. It was hanging between his legs, looking massive though only partially aroused. Almost before she knew she was going to, Julie sank to her knees before Greg, grabbing his hips with her hands.

Her breathing unsteady, her mouth hanging partly open, Julie looked in awe at the magnificent organ that was Greg's cock. There was a hitch in her breath and a quickening of her heart as she gazed upon it, mere inches from her face. What could she do for Greg, what could she do with his massive member to show her devotion? What could she do that she hadn't done already?

How could she say or demonstrate how pleasing it was to her to kneel before him this way? To have his cock hang so invitingly within the reach of her hands and mouth? She had sucked him. She had made him cum in her mouth. She had swallowed. Again and again.

And she would do it again and again. And continue to, as often as Greg wanted. At his word, she would gladly, gratefully kneel.

But was that enough? How many other women would willingly take Julie's place right now? How many other women, upon seeing this Adonis standing exposed before them, would be unable to resist doing exactly as Julie had done? How many would drop willingly to their knees, eager to suck and please him? Julie suspected that might be a long list. And Greg was the type of man that would always be looking to make the list longer still.

Naked on her knees before him, looking up into his eyes, Julie slipped her tongue under the head of Greg's cock and lifted it into her mouth. The way she felt him stiffen, grow, become erect in her mouth... wasn't that more than just a physical reaction? Her eyes, the vulnerable, openness of her gaze, it meant something to Greg, didn't it? 

Maybe it did. But if it was a look he was used to seeing from women, why would Julie's supplication be any more meaningful?

Julie held him in her mouth, not moving, just looking up at him. How could she say to him, show him that she was a woman who did not humbly get on her knees for a man? Tell him that she was a woman who did not suck men's cocks? Explain that she was a woman who did not swallow cum?

Until she met him. 

And for him there were no limits, no boundaries. What she would not deign to do for any other man, she would beg to do for him. What could say that eloquently enough?

Julie took him from her warm, wet mouth and planted a sensual kiss on the end of his rod. She held him in her hand and brushed him against her cheek. His erection left a trail of her saliva as she traced her eye and eyebrows with it. She rubbed him along her other cheek, then lovingly kissed his length down to the spongy hair at his base. She nestled her nose in those warm, moist hairs and inhaled the masculine aroma of them.

Hadn't Julie once scoffed at the idea of a woman worshipping a man's cock? Hadn't she believed that it was just something a woman did to cater to a man's ego? But how many times had she held Greg's member so reverently? How desperately had she tried to convey her desire to please him by kissing and caressing his cock? Made love to it with her mouth? Knelt before it like it was some holy artifact that commanded her obsequiousness?

Julie sat back on her heels and put her hands in her lap. She looked up at Greg with a slightly sheepish grin.

"Lover," she said softly, leaning forward and placing a single gentle kiss on the end of his now straining erection. She sat back and looked up into his eyes. "I'll do anything you want." 

Julie only hoped that her tone, her expression conveyed her meaning to its fullest intent. Sure, she would gladly kneel here and suck him off now. But that was only the very tip of the message she was sending. She didn't know what limits her offer might have. She wasn't sure if she had any. She only wanted to do whatever pleased Greg.

"Do you remember the blue skirt you were wearing the first time we met?" Greg asked. "When you gave that presentation?" Greg's question caught her completely off-guard. It had been her navy blue, knee length skirt, hadn't it? Sure, Julie remembered what she had worn for that disastrous presentation. It was an outfit she wore in a very calculating fashion, both for the presentation and at dinner that night. But why was Greg asking her about it?

"Uh, yeah," she answered, not trying to hide her confusion. Wasn't she kneeling here with his cock in her face?

"The next time I see you," Greg explained, "I want you to be wearing it." His hand stroked her cheek. "Want to know why?" he asked, leering at her. She nodded. "Because you looked so hot in it, that day in the conference room. That night at Cavanaugh's. That whole day I was thinking about seeing you on your knees in that skirt." Julie felt a warm surge shoot through her, causing her to shudder.

Sure, she knew Greg had been eyeing her up that whole day, flirting with her, at times more aggressively than others. And it wasn't any surprise that he had been thinking of her in those terms either. He had all but come out and said so. And hadn't they had a pretty intense kiss or two in the parking lot after dinner? 

Of course, Julie would have never believed at the time that an arrogant ass like Greg would ever bed her, let alone reduce her to this. She had been quite high and mighty in those days, hadn't she? And now?

Now she was going to put on that very same skirt, but this time it would be all for him. And not to tease him or manipulate him. But because he wanted her to. He wanted to take her back to that moment, dress her in the clothes of that moment, when she was still so sure that he would never, ever cum in her mouth. Then he would tell her to kneel, and she would kneel. Then he would tell her to suck his cock, and, wearing the clothes of that long ago time, when she believed such things were far beneath her, Julie would lovingly suck his cock. And, unlike the Julie of those former days, she would welcome his eruption in her mouth. She would swallow it for him without hesitation.

It was just one more symbol of her capitulation. But it wasn't an unwelcome one. Julie had meant it when she had offered him anything. And if this was what Greg wanted, Julie would rush back to Ashlee's right now and put that skirt on. She could be back here and on her knees again in less than an hour if she hurried.

Taking his cock into her mouth and running her tongue around the head like she was french kissing it, Julie looked up to him. She let him slip slowly from her lips.

"Lover," she purred. "You want to see me in that skirt?" She kissed his cock and ran her tongue along the vein to his base and back. "You want me to kneel in front of you wearing that skirt?" She leaned down and gently licked his balls. "You want me to suck your cock wearing it?" She bobbed a few times, slow and deep on his big member.

"Yeah," Greg smirked, "you're going to suck my cock." He rubbed the back of his hand on her cheek. "On your knees, wearing that skirt." He took his big rod by the base and slapped it against her lips and chin. "The only question," he rubbed the tip along her lips, "is where."

At first Julie didn't know what he meant. Was he saying that he didn't know when they were going to see each other again? Where they would be when they did? Maybe. But Julie thought there was something more calculating in his tone. She didn't understand it, but it gave her chills, both of fear and arousal.

Greg reached down and drew Julie to her feet. Once again, Julie's mind made an immediate comparison to Gary. Why had Greg stopped her? Was he treating her differently because he had feelings for her?

Greg kissed her and led her from the bathroom. Julie, assuming that he was taking her back to the bedroom, was surprised when he guided her to the living room. Not that they hadn't fucked all over the apartment, but he stopped right in the middle of the room, which was unusual. 

There was a large picture window less than eight feet from them and neither of them was wearing a stitch of clothing. Julie knew it was daylight outside and dark inside, so it was unlikely anyone could see in. And it was Sunday morning in a place that catered to business travelers, so there probably weren't going to be many people going by anyway. 

But still, standing naked in front of the window like that, face to face with Greg, his long, thick cock pointing at her midriff... There was no doubt that there was a thrill Julie was getting from this. Then Greg spoke, and the thrill quadrupled.

"Get on your knees, Julie."

Oh, God! Did he really want her to give him head right here? In front of the window? She hesitated. Not because she wasn't going to, or didn't want to. There was just a natural caution in her that couldn't be switched off.

"Now!" Greg said, raising his voice. Julie's knees folded almost instantly and a second later, her lips were sliding up and down his cock. Julie's pussy was dripping. And to think that a moment ago, she had been worried about him treating her too deferentially. 

Now she was naked and sucking his cock in front of the living room window. And even if it wasn't likely that anyone could see in, she really didn't know. The possibility that someone might see her, eagerly sucking Greg's cock... the thought sent a huge surge of wetness through her pussy.

Greg didn't cum quickly. Julie sucked him powerfully, energetically for more than ten minutes. A few times she saw a car go slowly past the window. Was the driver looking in? Seeing her? Seeing what a cocksucking slut Greg had turned her into?

Each time a car passed, Julie almost doubled over with the intensity of her arousal. Her nipples were hard enough to hurt. She couldn't believe it. She was loving the feel of him in her mouth, no doubt. That was no surprise, obviously. But that she was loving it in front of the window this way, potentially exposing herself to a passer-by...

In a way it was even more erotic and exciting than the nights she had sucked Greg off in his car in the parking lot at the restaurant. Yes, they could have been seen then too. But her head was down below the dash board, her clothes were on, it was dark... Not nearly as exposed as she was this way.




Julie Ch. 16



Julie felt her arousal building with every moment. Eventually, it grew too strong to ignore and she couldn't help slipping a finger into her dripping pussy. She wrapped her lips tightly around his cock and closed her eyes as her finger lifted her to orgasm.

If there was anything more incredibly arousing, satisfying than climaxing with Greg's cock stretching her lips wide, Julie didn't know what it was. Shortly after, Greg peaked and she lustily sucked him dry. She continued sucking him, gently cleaning every drop from him before finally settling back on her heels.

"I love the way you suck my cock," Greg said, making her feel at once slutty and appreciated. There was a time when Julie might have blushed at that comment. Now, she just smiled and kissed his cock. "Tell me again."

Julie knew what he meant. She had made the confession to him a long time ago and he liked to hear her repeat it from time to time.

"I never liked it until I met you," she said, kissing his shaft again.

"Liked what?"

"Sucking cock." She looked up at him, sultry smile and pouty lips.

"And?" Greg persisted. Usually, Julie just answered his prompts. But today she felt like doing for his ego what she had just done for his cock.

"Lover," she began with a sultry smile and a bat of her eyelids. "You are the only man I get on my knees for." She pumped him briefly, then sucked a small drip from the end of his cock. "You're only man that can tell me to suck his cock and have me willingly obey." She pressed his fading member against her cheek gently, as if nuzzling it. "And you're the only man who's ever seen me swallow his cum. And, lover," she added with another lusty lick, "I fucking love swallowing your cum."

Just saying the words made her pussy throb and her insides wrench. Looking up into Greg's eyes and seeing in his expression just how much it turned him on sent a tingling, warm surge through her body. She still didn't know exactly why or understand exactly how she had come to love this, but she had.

God, just being on her knees this way... it did something for her. The aftertaste of him in her mouth, knowing she had taken her lover's cum into her belly... All these things contributed to the warm tingle that radiated out from between her legs.

Julie wondered, if they were now a couple, boyfriend and girlfriend, what it would be like to spend whole days with Greg. All the time. What would it be like to go down on him three or four, maybe even five times in one day? 

Not that she didn't want him inside her. And not that she didn't love the way it felt to have him cum in her. She still wanted all of that. But Julie thought she might want to make one whole day about him. Pleasuring him. Giving herself as completely as she could to his satisfaction.

Greg would love it. And that meant Julie would too. Maybe she would even wear her navy blue skirt the day she did it.

Greg was still looking down at her, the satisfied smirk on his face. Sure, he could smirk. Julie wanted him to smirk. That's why she had told him how much she loved swallowing his cum. She gave his cock head one last loving lick, then let it go. 

She put her hands on her thighs and looked up at him. The look she gave him was one that, she hoped, conveyed how deeply she desired to please him. She was his slut and his lover. She was his.

Greg gazed down at her for a long minute. Behind the smirk, Julie was sure she saw something else, something that said Julie was different, special. It said that Greg knew she was not one of his dime-a-dozen type hook-ups. Maybe a man like Greg couldn't say it, but Julie saw what she needed to, hidden behind a façade though it was. That little something in his eyes, perhaps insignificant in and of itself, was enough to send a fresh surge of warmth through Julie's body.

Then Greg reached down and raised Julie to her feet. He kissed her lips, her eyes, her cheeks and down her neck to her collar bone. His lips sent chills and tingles up and down her. At one point she almost thought her legs might buckle, so lost was she in the tenderness of his kisses.

Before she had a chance to worry about that, Greg stooped down and gathered her in his arms, lifting her like a bride being carried across the threshold. He took her back to the bedroom and laid her on her back on the bed. Then he climbed on the bed, parted her thighs and lowered his mouth to her already dripping pussy.

He kissed her oh so close to her swollen lips without actually touching them, driving her wild with anticipation. Then he put the tip of his tongue very lightly to her clit, just enough for her to feel it, but not enough for her to be pleasured by it. He teased her with a few more kisses and licks around her most sensitive areas.

"Ready?" he asked, looking up at her from between her thighs. Without waiting for an answer, he plunged his tongue into the furnace of her wetness. She responded almost instantly, her back arching and a cry breaking from her lips.

Greg deftly worked her with his tongue, bringing her quickly to orgasm. But he didn't stop when Julie came. Instead, he licked her slowly and gently, knowing she would be sensitive. Eventually, he began licking her in earnest again and again, it didn't take long to bring Julie to another screaming-out-of-her-mind orgasm. Her hips bucked up into his face, but he stayed right with her, his tongue staying on her as she climaxed.

After she came the second time, he continued to lick her softly, but even that was too much and Julie had to push him away. Greg gave her pussy one last kiss then slid up the bed and lay beside her. Julie rolled to face him, putting her lips to his, tasting herself in his kiss.

The way their lips clung to each others' and the way their hands explored and caressed each other... was there any room left for doubt? Julie could feel the last of her reservations ebbing away. She had already said she would do anything for him. Now she was burning for him to take her up on it.

They kissed and fondled each other until, exhausted, the fell asleep in each others' arms. It was nearly lunch time when they awoke. They kissed and held each other a while longer before finally dragging themselves out of bed.

"Are you going to stay tonight?" Greg asked Julie as he watched her get dressed. Julie, aware of his eyes on her, dressed slowly, facing him, letting him enjoy the sight of her body.

"I guess I could, but..." Suddenly, she remembered that she had left Ashlee's last night saying she was just going out for a little while. Oh, shit! Not that Ashlee hadn't really known what Julie was up to, of course. But still, Julie had to call her and let her know that she was okay. She fumbled through her purse for her phone as she explained to Greg.

Greg got up and got dressed as Julie dialed Ashlee's number.

"Hey, Ash, it's me," Julie told her friend when she answered. "Just wanted to let you know I, uh... I'm okay."

"Yeah, I'll bet you are!" retorted Ashlee with a laugh. "I'll bet you're better than 'okay!'" She added. "It's after twelve and you're just getting out of bed, aren't you?"

"Um..." Julie didn't know how to respond. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.

"Hey, don't worry," Ashlee said. "I kinda knew what was up. And I'm glad you called."

"Yeah, I, uh... I would have called earlier..." Julie started to say, then tapered off.

"Uh huh," Ashlee laughed. "Except you were a little too busy, right?" She laughed again. It wasn't a bad or derogatory laugh, but it was a laugh that Julie wasn't comfortable with. It was a laugh that said Ashlee knew exactly what Julie had been up to and she condoned it. Even encouraged it, perhaps.

"Maybe," Julie conceded, unable to repress a smile of her own.

"Coming home for dinner? Or am I on my own?" 

"Oh, aaahh, I don't, uh..." Julie fumbled. Greg had asked her to stay the night, hadn't he?

"Hey, no sweat, kiddo!" Ashlee said hastily. "Enjoy yourself! I didn't have anything planned or anything."

"Uh, I'll probably be... Well, I have to come back. At least to get clothes," Julie said, feeling her blush rise again.

"Not a problem. I'll see you then," Ashlee replied. There was an easiness about Ashlee's words, a reassuring quality. Was Ashlee actually encouraging Julie's extramarital behavior? Julie was, after all, still married.

Julie thought again about how Ashlee and Gary never really hit it off. The more Julie considered it, the more she was sure that the issue stemmed, at least in part, from Ashlee's lack of respect for Gary. Gary wasn't a particularly manly man, like Ashlee went for. And from Gary's perspective, Ashlee wasn't particularly nice to him because of that. 

He also met some of her boyfriends, so he knew that her choice in men was quite different than Julie's. At least at the time it had been.

After hanging up with Ashlee, Julie noticed that she had a voice mail. She looked at the number. It was Gary. He had called last night. 

She listened to his message. He wanted to sit down and talk to her. Sunday. Today. Shit! Julie looked at the time. It was 12:30.

"I, uh..." What could she say to Greg? 'I have to call my husband now'? It felt completely absurd. Still, that was exactly what she had to do. Greg seemed to understand that she needed privacy and went out to the kitchen to fix them some lunch.

Julie's hands were shaking as she dialed what had been her own home number. Just before she finished dialing, she stopped. Where would she say she was? Ashlee's? What if he wanted proof? Wanted to talk to Ashlee? It wasn't likely, but... Julie could say Ashlee was at the gym. 

And what if he asked why it took her so long to reply? She and Ashlee had been out last night. That was certainly plausible. And she had left her phone in the car. Hadn't realized until just now.

It would have to do. She hit the send button and the phone began ringing. 

At the sound of the first ring, Julie almost snapped the phone shut. She wasn't sure she could do this. How could she talk to Gary while standing in Greg's bedroom? Beside the bed where she and Greg had just been laying? Their naked bodies intertwined in post-orgasmic bliss?

"Hello?" Too late. Gary answered.

"Uh, hi. It's me," Julie answered after the slightest hesitation. "I just got your message."

"Yeah, we need to talk," Gary said. "I don't know if I'm really ready to. But I don't know if I ever will be either. So let's just meet here and talk."

"Okay," Julie answered, more relieved that he wasn't asking about her whereabouts than apprehensive about meeting with him. "When?"

"How about two?" Julie looked at the clock. She had to get to Ashlee's, get another quick shower and a change of clothes.

"Let's make it three," she suggested. Would that make him suspicious? What the hell could she be doing on a Sunday afternoon that she couldn't be there in an hour and a half?

"Okay," Gary answered, no discernable inflection in his voice. "See you here at three." He hung up without waiting for her to reply. Was that because he suspected the reason she couldn't come straight over? Or was it still too difficult to have a normal conversation with her? She had, of course, hurt him about as deeply as a wife could hurt a husband. Was he suspicious? Well, shouldn't he be?

Distracted, Julie went out to the kitchen where Greg was making them lunch. As wonderful as the previous night and this morning had been, that two minute call with Gary had cast a dark cloud over everything.

"I'm going to have to leave for a little while," Julie told Greg as they ate. "But I'll be back tonight. Okay?" Strange, how she was asking permission. Was his dominance, her submissiveness, spilling over, out of the bedroom? Or was she just showing the deference that a significant other would expect? Even if that was the case, Julie realized, it was a bit early in their relationship.

Or maybe she meant was it okay to come back, since it was his apartment and it might be construed as rude to invite herself? She honestly didn't know. In her distracted state she gave it more thought than it probably merited.

But what if Greg told her not to leave? What if he told her not to go see Gary? Surely, Greg had surmised who she had been talking to and why she had to go. If he told her to forget about her husband and stay, what would Julie do? She bit her lip. She hoped Greg didn't tell her to, because she really didn't know what she would do. 

Julie was not a woman accustomed to being confused. She was usually the cool head in the midst of panic. So why was she struggling so hard now?

Greg and Julie ate without saying much. Julie, for her part, was too distracted by the thought of facing Gary to be able to talk to Greg. Greg? Was he opposed to her seeing Gary? Put off by it? Or was he just giving her space to do what she needed to do? It was impossible to tell by his silence and Julie couldn't see any way of asking.

They finished eating and Julie got up to leave.

"I'll be back in a few hours, okay, lover?" she said, leaning down to kiss him as he sat at the table. He looked at her, an intensity in his gaze that she hadn't been expecting.

"Going to see him?" The way Greg pronounced 'him' there was no doubt who he meant.

"I... I have to," Julie explained feebly. Greg had to understand, didn't he?

Greg stood up and put his arms around Julie. Of course Greg understood. Julie might be his now, but she still had to put to rest her past. He kissed her then looked back into her eyes, the intensity undiminished.

"Before you go," he said and paused. Julie looked up at him.

"Yes, lover?" she asked. There was something strange about his tone. She had no idea what he was about to say, but there was a tingling in her stomach.

"Get on your knees." His words caused a hitch in Julie's breathing. She looked up, searching his face for an explanation, but then his hands came down on her shoulders and without further resistance, she knelt. Greg unzipped his pants and fished his big cock out. "Put it in your mouth," he said. 

Not that Julie really needed to be told, but she often found herself hesitating, just to hear him say it. She wanted to wait for him to say it more forcefully, but this was so unexpected and she didn't know what his intentions were.

Julie complied, feeling her panties get wet as his cock started to grow in her mouth. She so loved the feel of him becoming aroused inside her mouth. Whatever Greg's reasons for doing this now were, whatever uncertainty Julie felt, she still found herself totally turned on by the way his erection expanded with her lips around it.

Julie started to bob on him, but he stopped her, slipping his hand under her chin.

"When you see him," Greg said to her, still holding Julie under her chin. "Think about what you're doing right now. He has no idea how much you love sucking my cock, does he?" Julie's pussy throbbed at his words. God! Gary would die if he knew! She was so wet just putting Greg in her mouth, not to mention the effect his words were having on her.

"When you're talking to him," Greg continued, pulling up on her chin slightly, getting Julie to look directly into his eyes. "Think about sucking my cock. And see if your mouth doesn't water," he said to her with an especially arrogant smirk. Julie quivered.

Oh, this was so cruel... but so hot! He was going to send her off to talk to Gary with these thoughts in her head! How could she look Gary in the eye, apologize for all the hurt she had caused him, tell him how miserable she felt about it, if all she was really thinking about was rushing back to Greg? To suck his cock. Again.

But Greg's point was well-made. Gary would never understand this need in her, could never do what Greg did to unleash and encourage it. He certainly could never feed it. Whatever business she had to conduct with Gary, she had to hurry up and get it over with. So she could rush back here and wrap her lips oh-so-lustily around Greg's cock again.

"Lover," Julie began, slipping his cock from her mouth and looking up at him. "Maybe you'd like to give me one now?" God, the words actually came out sounding like she was begging. For Greg to give her one! As if cumming in her mouth was a favor he was doing for her! 

Wasn't it though? Hadn't it become like that?

"No," Greg answered. "Not until you get back." The momentary disappointment she felt answered the question she had asked in her mind. 

Yes, Julie would race back here after what was sure to be a disastrous meeting with Gary. She would hurry back not because of Greg's literal promise. Sure, he would likely cum in her mouth again tonight. But that was only part of it. It was how he could make her want him to. The sex she was having with him now was even better than the sex they were having together a week ago. And that had been light years beyond anything Julie had ever known. 

She was going to have a difficult time concentrating on her meeting with Gary. And that was just how Greg wanted it. He wanted her thinking about sex with him while she was sitting across the table from her husband. It was just a further exercise of his power, that he could interject himself into her thoughts even as she was in the middle of one of the most difficult conversations of her life.

Julie gave Greg's cock a last loving suck. She was about to stand up when he surprised her with another question.

"When's the last time you sucked his cock? All the way?" Gary? Julie could hardly think. With Greg it was usually whenever the last time she saw him was. Gary? That was a totally different story. His birthday?

"Uh, for his birthday, I guess" Julie said, feeling a bit awkward to be talking about her husband with Greg.

"Did you swallow?" Greg asked. Like a good trial lawyer, he already knew the answer.

"Uh, no."

"Why not?" he asked. Julie was starting to get uncomfortable. But also aroused.

"I don't know. I just..." She shrugged. "Never did. For anyone." She gave his cock a lick. "Before you, that is," she added with a bashful, yet lusty smile.

"You never spit out my cum," Greg observed with an arrogant curling of his lips. "Why not?"

Why not? Did Julie even know? Everything just felt so different with Greg. There was something primal in him that brought out an instinct buried deep in her, coded somewhere in her DNA. Something in her mind or body that just knew. From the first time she was with him.

Not that Julie gave a lot of blowjobs before Greg, but on the occasions when she went down on a man who was standing, she always squatted down. She never did that with Greg though. That very first time, he had told her to suck his cock. Not hinted around or asked her or even used euphemisms. He had just told her to do it. And she had.

It was such a powerful thing, to tell her to, so directly like that. There were two ways for a woman like Julie to respond. She could have slapped his face or gotten on her knees. 

Julie had gotten on her knees.

"I don't know, lover," Julie answered Greg. But she did know why she didn't spit him out, didn't she? Because that's what a slut should do. And from the very beginning, Greg had made her his slut.

"Oh, maybe you do," Greg said with a laugh, "and you just don't want to say it."

"Maybe," she conceded with a broad smile. "All I know is I couldn't spit you out if I wanted to." She kissed the head of his cock, then sucked him briefly.

And then Greg sent her on her way, those thoughts and cravings still swirling around in her head. Even as she headed off to meet with her husband.



Julie Ch. 17



When Julie arrived at the house, a lot of weird vibes came over her. This was her house, but she totally felt like a visitor. She didn't pull around to the back and park in the garage. She parked in the driveway at the front of the house and walked up to the front door, something she and Gary never did. 

She hesitated at the door. Should she just open the door and walk in? She didn't feel like it was her place to do that. Such a strange notion, considering she had lived here with Gary for five years. It would feel equally wrong to ring the doorbell too though.

As she stood on the top step considering, the door opened. Gary greeted her with a very unenthusiastic 'hi' and held the door to let her in.

One look at him brought tons of guilt down on Julie instantly. He looked terrible. His eyes were red and there were bags under them. He hadn't shaved in the last couple days at least. And he was dressed in old, wrinkled clothes that clearly said he was paying absolutely no attention to what he looked like.

He said nothing as he led her to the kitchen table.

"Want anything to drink?" he offered in a monotone. Julie shook her head and sat down. He sat opposite her and for a long, almost painful minute or two, he looked at her, saying nothing.

"I... uh... I've been doing a lot of thinking," he began, then sat in silence for another long moment. Julie was almost about to say something, just to relieve the tension of the silence, when he continued. "Naturally, I'm a bit... hurt. Confused. And pretty fucking pissed off." He shot her a serious look. Then his eyes shifted down to the table and he lapsed into silence again.

"But I'm trying to see the bigger picture," he continued at last. "What happened... the other night..." he looked at her, then away, his eyes focusing off in the distance. "I guess there was something... I mean, obviously I wasn't, um, meeting all your needs." He shrugged, still looking away.

What the hell was he saying, Julie wondered?

"If we're going to make this work," he continued, turning his eyes on Julies, "you have to tell me. Talk to me. Let me know that there are things you want that you aren't getting."

Make this work? Oh, God! Julie realized. Gary was talking about staying together. Working things out. Jesus! How could he even be thinking about that? So soon after he had discovered?

Julie felt a crushing guilt descend on her. She had already written off her marriage and assumed that Gary had done the same. In fact, hadn't she used Gary's almost certain rejection of her as her excuse to return to Greg's bed?

Gary looked at Julie, expecting some reaction or response, some sign that she agreed. Julie didn't know what to say. She nodded mutely. Gary seemed to accept that as her concurrence.

"So..." he continued, "I was thinking about, you know, something to help us. Some sort of... counseling or..." He shrugged, not looking at her. Julie blinked. She still couldn't believe her ears.

It was bad enough Gary had caught her in the act... but oh what an act it had been! He had witnessed her doing things with another man that she had never done with him. And even after that, he wanted to go to couples' counseling? 

The pit of Julie's stomach churned with self-loathing. God, if Gary could forgive her... If he loved her enough to try to stay together... If he considered himself partly to blame for neglecting her needs... 

And Julie? How had she responded? By assuming that Gary would divorce her. Why had she been so dismissive of this man when he clearly was not so fast to give up on her?

Because it suited her desires to assume he would never take her back. Julie wanted to return to Greg's bed. She wanted to be with Greg. So she had decided that Gary could never forgive her.

Really, was she completely surprised at Gary's response? 

No, she couldn't honestly say that she was. Gary had always been understanding. Perhaps too understanding. And not demanding enough.

How the hell could he sit there and talk to her about couples' counseling? He should be screaming at her. Telling her what a fucking lying, cheating, piece-of-shit slut she was. How he was going to take her to the cleaners in the divorce. How he was going to tell all their friends and family what a dirty cocksucking whore she was.

He should tell her to get on her knees and beg to be forgiven. Then tell her to suck his cock like she had sucked Greg's. Not that she would. But at least she would have some respect for him if he tried. But it simply wasn't in Gary.

Julie was beginning to see Gary through Ashlee's eyes. Beginning to understand why Ashlee didn't think much of him. He was, well... wimpy.

He might be a wonderful, caring man. He might try to understand and love her no matter what she did, even when she hurt him so terribly. But he could never bring out the woman in Julie the way Greg did.

"I, uh... found a few places on the internet," Gary continued, apparently taking Julie's silence as agreement. He produced a piece of paper and placed it in front of her. 

Julie looked down at it, hardly able to focus on it or anything around her. This still seemed so surreal. And the weight of her own feelings, her own guilt, threatened to crush her where she sat.

She forced her eyes to digest the words on the page. They were marriage counselor listings. Julie felt her body start to shake slightly. Just a tremble here and there, really, but each felt as noticeable as an earthquake.

Julie wanted to cry, wanted to run away. She wanted to never have to face the horrible things she had done and the consequences of those actions. And if she had to face them, she wanted them to be presented in as adversarial way as possible. She wanted him to scream at her, degrade her, threaten her.

That's what she expected. It was what she honestly felt she deserved. She could deal with it. It would make her cry, but at the same time it would release her to go to Greg.

This... this didn't accomplish any of that.

How could Julie sit in front of a marriage counselor with Gary and try to "work things out" when she would be thinking about Greg the whole time? Less than two hours ago, Julie had been kneeling with Greg's cock in her mouth, eager to suck him to orgasm. 

What did she think she was going to do when she left here? Retreat to Ashlee's in a fit of shame and remorse? No, she was going to head straight back to Greg's. Hadn't she already packed a bag? Didn't she already have the skirt Greg had wanted to see her in out in her car?

So why was she sitting here with Gary maintaining this charade?

She looked into Gary's eyes. There was soul in them. And deep wells of compassion and love. She averted her eyes.

How could she do this to him? He deserved so much better than this!

"I, uh... I'll take a look at these," Julie said, indicating the list, knowing she was lying even as she said it. Why was she going through this? Why was she maintaining this façade?

They sat across the table from each other, barely able to look into each others' eyes, making sporadic conversation about things like 'getting past' this and 'moving on with their lives.' Julie didn't really know what any of it really meant. She nodded agreeably and even added words of concurrence. But she didn't know why. Was she really going to choose to stay with Gary?

Greg, after all, was likely a flash in the pan. When the excitement waned, would he stick around for the mundane, day-to-day life that was the reality of a long term relationship? Or would he latch on to a new skirt and see where that took him?

Gary, on the other hand... it seemed there was nothing Julie could do to lose his love. Wasn't that worth something? Shouldn't Julie seriously consider counseling or whatever it took to heal this wound?

As much as her head and heart agreed that that was the "right" thing to do, there was no doubt in either that Julie would not make that choice. As completely self-destructive as a relationship with Greg might be, that was where Julie was headed. She just couldn't stop herself now if she wanted to. It didn't really matter what Gary said or did now. She was too far gone.

After almost an hour of difficult, stop-and-start discussion, Julie left. By the time she got to her car, she felt physically sick. Her hands were shaking so much that she had trouble putting the key in the ignition. Was she throwing her whole life away? 

She had the perfect life before Greg. A loving husband, a promising career, a beautiful house... Was she going to let that all go? To be with Greg? It wasn't like Greg was going to give anything up to be with her. And when he was done being with her, he could move on without it costing him anything.

After it had cost her everything.

Was that really the situation Julie wanted to be in?

Of course not. At yet... she was powerless, it seemed, to turn away from Greg. His influence over her was disconcerting. She had never been like that with any man before. It was plain scary that, confronted with all these obvious facts, Julie was still going to drive right over there to be with him tonight. After this horrible confrontation and the shame and guilt that it had evoked in her. 

On the way, she pulled out her cell and called Ashlee.

"You, uh, you aren't going to believe this," Julie told her friend. "He wants us to go to counseling. To work things out."

"What?" Ashlee's voice was incredulous. Or maybe contemptuous. Or both.

"Yeah, he actually said it was partly his fault for not, uh... meeting my needs."

"What?" Ashlee's incredulity went up a notch or two. "Are you kidding me?"

"I'm telling you what he told me," Julie said. Ashlee's reaction only served to confirm how surprising it was that Gary wanted to work things out.

"He's up to something," Ashlee asserted. "No man just blames himself for his wife cheating. Especially right after it happens." Julie nodded absently, only distantly aware that it was a pointless gesture over the phone. She didn't really know what Ashlee meant. What could Gary possibly be up to?

"You don't think he got, you know, turned on seeing you with another guy, do you?" Ashlee asked after a moment or so of silence.

"Huh?"

"You know," Ashlee said. "Maybe he got turned on seeing you with another man." Another silence ensued. Julie didn't really think that could be the case. Or could it? "I'm sure you've heard of guys that get off on watching their women with other men, right?"

"I guess," Julie answered, not really sure if she had or not.

"Come on, Jule," Ashlee pressed, apparently sensing Julie's skepticism. "It wouldn't be the strangest thing you ever heard of, would it?"

"No, but maybe this isn't about sex," Julie replied, a new theory beginning to take shape in her head. "Maybe he knows it's over and he's doing this to... I don't know... guilt me into conceding whatever he wants in the divorce." That would be a rather manipulative tactic, very un-Gary-like. But then, after what she had done to him, should she really be surprised that he would resort to something like that?

"Nah," Ashlee answered dismissively. "Why would he bother when he's already got the upper hand?" True, Julie thought. He already held the all the cards. He would easily come out far better than Julie in any divorce proceedings. Why would he bother with anything elaborate like Julie was envisioning?

"It's got something to do with sex," Ashlee asserted again. "And don't be surprised if there isn't something weird or kinky about it." 

Ashlee could be right, Julie conceded. At least that it was about sex. Ashlee didn't know the whole story though. Sure, she knew Gary had caught her in the act. But Julie had never divulged the details as to what Gary had actually seen.

Maybe what Gary wanted was a chance to do those things with Julie himself. Fuck her savagely from behind, then shove his sticky cock in her mouth and cum. And, of course, watch Julie swallow his sperm. 

If sex was at the root of Gary's motivation for saving their marriage, that was probably why. Not because he wanted to see her fucking and sucking someone else.

Julie wasn't about to explain all that to Ashlee, of course. Ashlee already thought Gary was a bit of a wimp, so it was convenient to let her believe that Gary wanted to watch.

But something still nagged at Julie's thoughts. Was it really about sex? Or did Gary have some other angle? Julie was confused and exhausted.

"You coming home tonight, kiddo?" Ashlee asked. Ashlee already knew that Julie had packed a bag to spend the night at Greg's. Was Ashlee asking if Julie had changed her mind? Or was she making a point?

"No, I'm going to Greg's," Julie said, trying to sound matter-of-fact. "He'll have roommates after tonight, so..."

"Well, have fun," Ashlee said, sounding sincere. "Call me if you need anything. Okay, kiddo?"

"Okay. Thanks, Ash."

Julie hung up the phone as she pulled into Greg's complex. She pulled up in front of his unit and sat in the car for a moment, collecting her thoughts.

Yes, this was where she wanted to be tonight. Not at Ashlee's. Not in her own house with her own husband either. Here with Greg. With a deep breath to calm herself, Julie got out of the car, retrieved her clothes bag and went up to the front door.

When Greg opened it for her, when she saw his face, his eyes and the way he looked at her... That was all the reassurance she needed. She was in the right place.

Greg let her in and gave her a kiss. It warmed Julie's insides and dispelled all the turmoil and guilt. Maybe she was doing something terrible to Gary, but Greg's kiss told her that she had no choice. She had to.

"How's your husband doing?" Greg asked with a smirk as Julie put her things down. His question startled her and she turned to face him, confused. Then she saw the predatory curl of his lips, the arrogance and began to understand.

"Did you tell him you had to leave because you had to get back here to suck my cock?" he asked. Julie gasped, partly in surprise, but more in arousal. She flashed back to the way Greg had made her kneel and put his cock in her mouth before she left to see Gary. 

She had never considered not coming back here. In spite of Gary's unexpected willingness to work on saving their marriage, Julie had not even thought about going anywhere but to Greg when she had left.

And part of that might have been for the kiss Greg gave her when she walked in the door. God knew it was a powerful kiss, capable of allaying all her doubts. But it wasn't just for the kiss, was it?

"Did you tell him I made you put it in your mouth before you went to see him?" His words were eliciting butterflies in her belly and warm wetness in her pussy. She gasped again, this time completely due to the fire he was sparking in her. God, it made her feel like such a slut! She had sat across the table from Gary just an hour or so after having Greg's cock in her mouth. And now, not an hour after that, she was just waiting for Greg to order her to her knees once again.

"Did you tell him you swallowed my cum this morning?" he asked as he reached out and pinched Julie's now-erect nipple through her clothes. Her whole body shuddered. "And that you were coming back here to swallow more of it tonight?" A little squeal escaped from her as her body shook again. 

He was making her feel so dirty. That after all she had just been through tonight, she was still more interested in sucking Greg's cock than anything else. Gary was sitting around in an empty house, looking up marriage counselors on the internet. While Julie, his wife, was dripping wet, waiting expectantly for her lover to tell her to suck his cock.

"Did he call you a slut? A whore?" Greg asked. "If only he knew, right? If he knew what a cocksucker you've turned into. But you didn't tell him, did you?"

God, Julie wanted so desperately just to drop before him and tug his cock from his pants. But she knew this was Greg's game. He wasn't done toying with her yet. And God help her, she was sooo enjoying being his toy. Somehow, he was using her guilt and shame to heighten the sexual intensity of the moment. It was dark and scary that she could respond to that. And scarier still how much she was loving it. 

"You can't wait for me to tell you, can you?" Greg asked, his voice low and husky. "Look how hard your nipples are," he squeezed her again, "just thinking about it." The pinch wasn't hard, but it was enough to send a bolt of lightning through her, force a short, sharp cry from her lips. "How wet is your pussy right now?" Greg continued, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her knees shake. 

"And you aren't wet 'cause you're thinking about getting laid, are you?" Greg looked at her and she gave a brief shake of her head. "No, that's right. You're getting all wet 'cause you know I'm going to have you suck my cock, right?" She let out another gasp as she nodded. Oh, God! Greg just knew how to push all her buttons, didn't he? He reached out and brushed each of her nipples where they were pushing through the fabric of her shirt and bra. It was electrifying, the wetness between her legs surging immediately in response.

"Take of your shirt," he told her. Her heart beating faster, her breathing getting more rapid too, Julie pulled her shirt off and stood before him in her bra. His eyes roamed up and down her, pausing to relish the way her nipples stood out so prominently. He pushed one cup aside far enough for the nipple to spring free, then he gave it a firm pinch. Julie moaned and quivered as her pussy poured more wetness into her panties.

Greg let her stand there, shirtless and partly exposed for what seemed like a very long time, just running his eyes over her and occasionally pinching her nipple. She felt like she was on display for him. Every passing second, every heartbeat only heightened her anticipation, her longing. It was such an incredibly exquisite torture to stand her and wait this way, feeling dirty and shameful... and being so damn turned on by it.

"He walked in on us before we finished, didn't he?" Julie knew automatically what Greg was talking about. Gary had seen her do things with Greg that she had never done with him. "He saw it all, didn't he?" Julie quivered and gasped again. "He saw what a nasty little slut you've turned into." 

Yes, she truly was a nasty little slut. She should be cringing, mortified that her husband had seen her doing what she had done. But she didn't care. All she wanted was Greg. To get on her knees and please him. Be his slut.

"He watched you," Greg went on, sending more and stronger thrills through her body. "Your husband watched you put my cock in your mouth. Your husband watched you swallow my load." Greg's words buffeted her, making her feel like the floor she was standing on was shifting under her feet. 

Julie had had the exact same thoughts, hadn't she? Except when she had thought them, she had been guilt-riddled. It was quite another thing to hear Greg recount her crimes. Sure, the shame and guilt were still there, but resulting in such a different effect!

"And you want to do it again right now, don't you?" It wasn't really a question. "What would he say if he could see how bad you want my cock in your mouth right now? If he knew you were about to swallow more of my cum?" Greg ran a finger lightly across Julie's quivering lips. 

"Julie," Greg breathed. Julie sucked in a deep breath. She knew what came next. "Get on your knees." A little whimper of delight slipped out of her as she got down on her knees before him, obediently looking up and waiting for his instructions.

The thoughts Greg had started whirling in Julie's head, that she was a slut, an adulteress, a dirty cocksucker, were all affirmed when her knees touched the floor. She was all of those things. And judging by the racing of her heart and the dripping of her pussy, she was grateful for the opportunity to be any and all of them.




Julie Ch. 17



"Please," Julie begged, almost unable to endure any more of this torturous build-up. Greg smiled down at her, but it wasn't a warm or friendly smile. Slowly, almost painfully so, he reached for the button on his jeans. Julie's eyes followed his fingers as if hypnotized. Well aware of Julie's urgent desires, Greg paused for a moment before undoing his pants. Then he hesitated again before unzipping his fly.

"What's your husband's name?" Greg asked as his zipper came down. His question was disconcerting. She didn't want to think about Gary now. But Greg was forcing her to. He knew that he had the ability to completely pervert Julie's sense of right and wrong and he was doing so, just to prove he could.

"Gary," she whispered, unable to look away from his hands at his zipper.

"Should we call Gary real quick?" Greg asked, smirking. "Tell him what you're about to do? Maybe I could hold the phone by your mouth so he could hear the sound of you sucking my cock?"

It was so transparent, what Greg was doing to her. But knowing it for what it was didn't make it any less effective. She felt she was on the verge of breaking into tremors. She knew her control over her body was tenuous at best. The interjection of Gary into her thoughts at this juncture, kneeling, waiting, anticipating Greg's cock slipping into her mouth... It was mortifying, right? Or was it only mortifying because she didn't feel guilty enough to even think about stopping?

The juxtaposition of Greg's soon-to-be-exposed cock and Gary's name should have started a conflict within her. And maybe it did, but if it was a conflict, it was a feeble one. Nothing on Gary's side of the equation had any real influence over her anymore. Maybe at one time it would have been a more even contest, but now... It was all Greg.

Julie felt her breathing hitch as her eyes followed Greg's hand into his pants and withdraw his huge cock. Yes, Gary had seen Julie suck that cock. He had seen her take the cum from that cock in her mouth and swallow it. He had watched her finger herself to orgasm with her lips still wrapped around that cock.

As Greg brought it out, Julie felt her breath rush out of her as the wetness in her pussy tripled. Greg had masterfully demonstrated his control; how he could invoke Gary's name and still pull his cock out and watch expectantly as Julie took it in her mouth. 

Julie was as turned on as she could remember being about giving a blow job. There had been times before when she had cum while giving Greg head without any direct stimulation. She felt pretty sure as she parted her lips and leaned forward that it was about to happen again. The thrill and excitement of sucking Greg's cock was going to be enough to bring her to orgasm.

As Julie's lips encircled the head of Greg's cock and began sliding sensuously down his shaft, he drew a sharp breath and let it out in a hissing sigh.

"Oh fuck yeah," he whispered through his teeth. "If Gary could see what a fuckin' cocksucker I turned you into." As Julie closed her eyes and bobbed deeply, she acknowledged that Greg had done just that. The word itself would have been offensive to her at one time. And now? Her pussy tingled every time he said it.

Technically, she supposed she had already been a cocksucker. The term could be applied to any woman who had ever sucked a cock, right? But there was a huge difference between having sucked a cock and being a cocksucker. Julie had been one, then the other. And as her lips went up and down Greg's cock, her tongue swirling lovingly along his vein and the underside of his head, Julie delighted in being a true cocksucker.

"You're so damn hot on your knees," Greg continued, driving Julie closer to her climax. "Look at you. You want me to cum in your mouth, don't you?" His words made her whimper and moan around the massive shaft she was sucking.

"How many times," Greg went on, "do you figure you went home and kissed him with my cum on your breath?" Julie shuddered. She knew it had happened several times at least. She had sucked every drop from Greg's shaft and then rushed home to Gary.

Thinking about it now, with Greg's cock in her mouth, was almost too much to bear. Her husband had kissed her lips, never suspecting that those lips, his wife's lips, had just coaxed sperm from another man's cock. Sometimes her tongue was even still tingling where Greg's potent seed had coated it.

That she might have brought her husband's lips in contact with another man's cum was a bizarrely gut-wrenching thought. Was she actually getting off on that? Her orgasm was so close now...

One of her hands was wrapped around Greg's cock, holding it as she sucked. The other hand found its way up to her breast, squeezing it firmly. Pinching the nipple too as she started bobbing faster. She could feel Greg stiffening, his vein swelling.

"Oh, yeah. Keep doing that and you'll get another mouthful of my cum," Greg groaned. "Another one you can run home and give Gary a kiss with."

It was too much. She had to take Greg from her mouth as her pussy spasmed and her body erupted in orgasm. Her hips twitched, her gut tightened and heat of passion exploded through her. She threw her head back and let out a short, sharp scream. 

Even before it fully passed, Julie took him back in her mouth and sucked with a vengeance. She was still quivering with her own climax when Greg stiffened, groaned and pumped his orgasm into her mouth.

It was strange how erotic and exciting it was to have Greg cum in her mouth. How gratifying it was to her to swallow it for him. It didn't taste substantially better or worse than Gary's. Or any other man she had been with, for that matter. And even after she had been with Greg, swallowed his cum, she had still spit out Gary's.

The taste, obviously, had little to do with it. Greg was simply man enough to strip away her lofty ideals of herself and bring her to her knees. Gary and the others hadn't been.

Greg pulled Julie to her feet and kissed her. Then he lifted her and carried her to the bedroom. There, he laid her on the bed and removed her pants and panties. Julie could smell how strong her arousal was.

A moment later, Greg was between her legs, licking away her orgasm as he drove her toward another one. When his finger slipped into her ass, her hips bucked and she came. He slowed down, his tongue running slowly, sensuously over her lips and clit. His unhurried pace coupled with his finger in her ass soon took her to another orgasm.

They curled up in bed, close in each others' arms and dozed for a while. When they awoke, Greg rolled on top of Julie and slipped his massive cock into her pussy. They fucked for almost an hour, slowly and passionately at first, building up to a forceful doggie style pounding. Greg rolled Julie back to missionary position and slipped inside her so they could look into each others' eyes as they reached orgasm together. 

Their eyes stayed on each other even as the passion waned and Greg's erection faded. When he slipped out of her, they kissed with power and energy, as if trying to recapture the intensity of their sex.

In the morning, Julie dressed in the navy blue skirt Greg had requested. It was nice and tight around her curvy hips and ass, around her thighs, hugging her figure in a very appealing, feminine way. It fell just above her knee, and, for some reason, she liked that Greg would be able to see her knees. She smoothed her blouse, pulling it tight across her large, firm breasts. Her clothes were exactly what she wanted.

She turned her attention to the rest of her appearance, pulling her hair back and putting on her glasses. She did everything to affect her most professional, no-nonsense appearance. She wanted to look like a woman who was too serious, too important to even consider giving a blow job.

Judging by Greg's reaction, she nailed it. He nodded approvingly when he saw her.

"You don't look like a woman who would suck a cock, do you?" he asked, smirking. Of course, they both knew the game. Julie was getting just as big a thrill out of it as Greg.

"I'm a woman who you shouldn't take so lightly," she replied. "I have a private office. Four people report directly to me. I'm responsible for a quarter million dollar budget. And I'm the manager of the biggest new account my company has landed in five years." She arched her eyebrows behind her glasses, as if daring him to challenge her assertions. Greg nodded, as if in agreement.

"Yeah, and one more thing," he said, the smirk in full bloom. Julie's heart skipped a beat. She didn't know how he was going to say it, but she knew exactly what it would mean. "You're going to go sit in your private office and manage your four employees and your quarter million dollar budget..." He reached out and touched her lips. "with your belly full of my cum." 

Her knees trembled. Her lips quivered. It was exactly what they both wanted: Julie at the height of her professional power. About to be ordered to her knees. To suck cock.

Once again, Greg stood in the middle of the living room, not far from the big front window. There was more traffic past the window this morning, but it didn't deter Julie for a moment. She was barely aware as Greg unzipped his pants and told her to get on her knees.

Her skirt was drawn taut across her thighs as she knelt with her knees together. Her feet, clad in sensible but elegant shoes, were close together, pointing straight out behind her. There was something compelling for her in this, to submit to him in so perfect a manner. To be a woman of consequence... and yet on her knees before him.

Julie looked down. She could see her knees protruding from under her skirt, could see them on the floor. She was on her knees. God, why did that make her so wet? Why did she get so turned on by this act of submission? She was almost as aroused by being on her knees before Greg as she was by his huge cock, which hung now just inches from her face. From her lips, mouth and tongue. 

She shivered with anticipation as she leaned forward and captured it.

As she sucked dutifully on Greg's massive tool, he spoke to her, intensifying the feeling for her.

"You think they gave you this promotion because they knew you were capable of handling it?" Greg asked. "Or because they figured you would suck your client's cock?" She moaned at his words. "Do you think they knew you were a slut? Who would blow the client if she had to? Hmmmm?"

"When you wore this skirt into that presentation," he went on, almost derisively "you wanted to look sexy, didn't you? You wanted all the men in that room to notice your legs, right? And wonder what was under there? A little fucking tease, right?" He pushed the hem up slightly with his foot. "And at the same time, you wanted to look polished, professional. Untouchable." Julie moaned. He was exactly right, of course. And she was loving it.

"Now you're wearing the exact same outfit, aren't you? But you don't seem so 'untouchable' now, do you? No, now you're on your knees in that skirt, aren't you?" As he said it, and Julie's pussy responded with another surge of wetness, his hand slipped behind her head. 

As her lips moved down him, he started pushing on the back of her head. When she reached the bottom of her stroke and started to come back, his hand prevented her, forced her down still farther. His cock hit the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. Her whole body lurched as her throat tried to expel him. He released her before it caused her to vomit, but he only gave her a brief moment of respite before forcing her down on him again. Again, Julie gagged and squirmed in his grip.

She understood, of course. He had taken all that she could voluntarily give. She had willingly dressed this way for him this morning, done her hair this way. She had gotten on her knees without hesitation. It was all too easy. Too little resistance on her part.

So now Greg was forcing his cock into her throat. Gagging her. Subjugating her. It wasn't that it had to be unpleasant for her. It really wasn't, actually. It just needed to be his will controlling the situation. As he shoved Julie's mouth down on his long thick cock, she found herself responding to the power he was exerting over her.

Each time he forced his cock into her throat, Julie's body responded involuntarily. She couldn't control her gag reflex and that seemed to suit Greg just fine. Even as she tried to relax herself, suppress it, he thwarted her by driving himself in harder, deeper. 

Julie put her hands against his leg and started pushing back, trying to catch her breath after his repeated stabs into the back of her throat left her gasping for air.

"You better put your fucking hands in your lap," he growled. Julie tried, but then he hauled her down on his massive rod again and they sprang up again automatically. "Hey!" he cautioned. Her hands shook in midair, just inches from his thighs as her body convulsed with another deep penetration of her throat.

Greg pulled her back by her hair, tilting her head up to face him. "You may be dressed like a woman who's in charge," he smirked. "But if I tell you to put your hands in your lap and let me gag you with my cock, that's exactly what you're going to do! Understand?" She nodded, mutely and humbly. He gave her a second to take a breath, then pushed her back down again.

Greg's words and actions would have seemed harsh to her not so long ago. A total turn off. Now, the way he took his manhood and gagged her with it, the way he exercised such power over her using his cock... it left her dripping wet. Julie sputtered and gagged and tried all the while to keep her lips on his cock, suck him and please him.

Eventually, after he had rammed his cock down her throat a couple dozen times or more, he released her to finish him on her own. Her stomach muscles hurt from tightening so hard so many times. Her throat and jaw were sore from stretching open to accommodate his substantial girth. But Julie had no desire to stop before she tasted his satisfaction. Freed of Greg's grip, Julie paused only a moment to catch her breath before resuming a lusty bobbing on him.

"Yeah, you loved that didn't you?" Greg breathed. "You loved gagging on my cock, didn't you?" Yes, she did. It was perverse. Inexplicable. It was a form of submissiveness that she was still surprised to find inside herself.

She moaned around his cock, quickening the pace of the sloppy sucking she was giving it. A few minutes later, her efforts were rewarded. As Greg had promised, she set off to do her important, management level job with a load of cum in her belly.



Julie Ch. 18



There was something to it, Julie couldn't deny as she walked through the halls of her office building. Here, she was a person with influence and some power. She had a reputation for being good at her job, responsible and competent. No one she said good morning to would have guessed in a million years how her day began. That she could get so wet by being ordered to her knees and forced to gag on a man's cock. That she could still taste the residue of his cum in her mouth.

It was Monday and Greg's roommates were back in town, so Julie knew there would be only limited opportunities to see him. It couldn't have been a more difficult start to the week for her. She wanted to delve deeper into the possibilities between them. She needed that exploration to allay her fears about Gary and his efforts to save their marriage. Knowing that she would be lucky to have any time at all with Greg only made her more desperate to see him.

She kept checking her personal email constantly, hoping that Greg would write to tell her that his roommates would be working late. Or even that he would just like to get together for dinner and drinks. Talking to him, looking into his eyes, kissing him goodnight... those were the things she really needed. As great as the sex was and as ready as she would be to capitalize on any chances to be with him, what she desired most was to give him opportunities to show his feelings toward her. She had to have some sign from him that she wasn't throwing everything away for a mirage. 

That wasn't the email she got though.

It was three o'clock and she had heard nothing from Greg all day. That wasn't unusual. It was only because Julie wanted so desperately to talk to him, see him, that she was getting anxious. When she opened her email and saw that she had a message, she quickly clicked on it, expecting it to be from Greg.

It wasn't. It was from Gary. Julie didn't really want to talk about counselors and the like. She didn't want to think about Gary or her marriage at all. At least not before she had some time to spend with Greg.

She almost closed the window without read it, then decided at the last minute to click on it. She read it. It was only one line.

"I guess we can stop pretending now."

Julie read it again, not understanding. Then she realized there was an attachment. It was a non-descriptive jpeg name, something from a digital camera probably. She clicked to open it.

A second later, an image filled the screen that almost caused her heart to stop. It was a picture of her. Sucking Greg's cock. She was wearing jeans and was topless. Julie realized almost immediately that the picture must have been taken last night.

After she left Gary.

"I guess we can stop pretending now."

She was consumed by an overwhelming, crushing sense of dread. Oh, God! There was no pretending now, that was for sure! Gary surely knew there was no sense in bothering with counseling or anything else. He had seen her for what she was now. 

But much, much more disconcertingly, there was a very compromising picture of her. In the hands of her soon-to-be ex-husband! The room around her swam in and out of focus. She felt dizzy, like she might faint. 

Gary had a picture of her sucking cock.

Her client's cock!

It was so bad on so many levels. Her marriage was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, done. History. Finished. She was going to get the short end of the stick in the divorce. With the threat that that picture represented, what could Julie do?

And her career could be in jeopardy. Gary, after all, knew many of her co-workers. What if he were to send that to them? The thought gave her a horrifying chill. For a moment, she had difficulty compelling her lungs to function, to draw in a fresh breath of air.

Julie reached out for the mouse to delete the email, but her hand was shaking so badly that she reflexively snapped it back, as if afraid someone might see. Thank God she had a private office! If she was sitting somewhere that people could see her falling apart...

After several long minutes of forcing herself to breathe normally, some of the color started to come back into Julie's face. Other thoughts started to creep in to her head. None was anywhere near as powerful as the dread and fear that was threatening to squeeze the air from her. But they were disturbing in their own right. What they said to Julie about who she was. And what she had done to a person who loved her. 

She couldn't help wondering if Gary himself had taken that picture. Had that been the reason he wanted to see her? So he could follow her? See where she was going? Find out where Greg lived?

It seemed unlikely that Gary would have done that himself. Maybe he had found someone, or hired someone, to do the actual dirty work?

Julie could only hope. It was bad enough that Gary possessed pictures of her infidelity. How would he have felt if he actually watched her? It might very well make him angry, hurt him enough to actually use the picture against her.

Oh, God! Even if Julie hadn't held out any hope of salvaging their marriage, she certainly wouldn't have wanted to do Gary any further harm. She would have spared him such awful details. He didn't deserve to have to watch Julie, his wife, behaving like a total slut.

At the very least, Julie could have shown enough discretion to wait more than a few days after Gary had caught her. To race back into her lover's arms so quickly was probably every bit as devastating to him as catching her in the first place. 

And if he had been there last night, seen it with his own eyes... He would have known that what he had seen in his bedroom was no fluke. Not a one-time thing. The woman he knew, had married, had probably never given him more than a half dozen blow jobs in a given year. And he had watched her swallow another man's cum twice in less than a week. He would naturally assume that it was a regular thing now.

Maybe she deserved the label that would brand her if that picture were to get out.

She quickly quelled that thought. No, she couldn't accept that. She couldn't have people seeing her like that. Doing that.

Julie quickly deleted the email. Her hands were better, but still shaking. What could she do? Who could she call? Greg? Ashlee? No, there was no one she could talk to about this. She sat at her desk for another half hour, unable to do anything. Fortunately, no one came into her office. It would have been apparent that something was seriously wrong.

When she checked her email again, she saw there was another new message. Surely, this one had to be from Greg. But it was another from Gary.

With another attachment.

Not wanting to see it, but unable to delete it without looking first, Julie clicked on it. The message again was a single line.

"I think this one would make a good Christmas card."

Julie opened the attachment. It was another one from last night. She had a hand on her own breast, the other wrapped around Greg's member. Judging by the expression on her face, the picture seemed to have captured the exact moment of Greg's orgasm. There was a slight furrow to Julie's brow, but everything else about her body bespoke the intensity of her pleasure.

Frantically, Julie deleted the email. It left her cold with dread. Whatever her concerns over her character flaws were, the hurt she had caused Gary... that was all swept aside in a fresh wave of panic.

"I think this one would make a good Christmas card."

The threat was plain enough. But would Gary really send out copies of something so compromising? She was a smart enough woman to understand that she had significant legal recourse if he did. At the same time, there would be no way to repair her reputation. He could forfeit any advantage he had in the divorce and open himself up to a ruinous civil suit on top of that. There might even be some criminal charges possible. 

But whatever recourse Julie might have would be after the fact. People who knew her would see her in a way she couldn't bear to be seen. It was one thing to be a certain way in private. It was even okay, even stimulating, to pretend she was blurring the line between the office and the bedroom. 

It was quite another thing to be confronted with it as reality.

What if the people she knew and worked with saw that? How would she be able to face them ever again? What would happen to her credibility? Her career? Would she always hear people snickering as she passed by? 

And what if someone found out that the man in the picture was Greg... her client? Would her boss, her company be put in a position where they had to respond?

What the hell was she going to do? Confront Gary? Find out what he was up to?

It was possible that he had no intention of doing anything. That he was just lashing out. Trying to scare her because he was hurting.

That seemed a likely scenario. But Julie couldn't really count on Gary being the same man she had known, could she? After all, she wasn't the woman he had known.

Julie packed up her things and left. She couldn't stay in the office. She was too rattled and if anyone saw her, they would know something was wrong. Rather than run the risk of being asked questions that she couldn't answer, Julie opted to go back to Ashlee's and finish her work there.

On the way to Ashee's, her cell phone rang. She looked at it. It was Gary. She lifted it and stared at his name on the display. Oh God! Should she answer? She knew she had to talk to him, but she couldn't bring herself to open the phone. As it stopped ringing, Julie pulled into a store lot and parked. Her heart was racing and she could feel beads of perspiration rolling down her sides from her armpits. Her whole body had a strange, cold, clammy sensation washing over it.

She was still trying to catch her breath and pull herself together when the phone rang again. 

Gary.

She fumbled with the phone for a moment, almost dropping it. She should answer it, she knew. Like Gary's email said, there was no point in pretending anymore. 

But her hands refused to obey. Once again the phone fell silent, unanswered. Julie felt like a coward and a failure for not answering, facing him directly. She was stronger than that, wasn't she? She wasn't going to fall apart. She couldn't let herself.

And she also needed some clarification of what he intended to do with the compromising photos he had of her. Were they going to be in his back pocket at the divorce proceedings to ensure he got everything he wanted? Or was he going to use them more aggressively?

Gary and blackmail simply didn't go together in Julie's mind. But that was the Gary she had known before... before she gave him a reason to be spiteful and vindictive. Who really knew what that Gary was capable of?

Julie knew Gary was unlikely to lie, if she could bring herself to ask him directly. Lying wasn't something he was good at, or even tried to be good at. She would have to gather herself up and...

The phone rang again, startling her enough that she wound up dropping it. She scrabbled for it and this time she managed to open it.

"Hello?"

"Check your email," Gary said flatly.

"I... I, uh..." Be stronger than this! Julie scolded herself. "I did," she said, trying not to let the depth of her apprehension show in her voice. She was at least partly successful.

There was a long silence.

"What now?" Julie asked at last.

"Now?" Gary echoed. "Now we're done."

"Yeah," Julie answered, a tear forming in her eye. "I guess so. I'm... oh, God, Gary! I'm so sorry!" The tears came suddenly and earnestly. They had little if anything to do with fear for herself and what Gary might do to her with the pictures. It was just the loss of everything they had together. With that brief exchange, it was all swept away.

Gone forever.

It deserved more than the few pitiful sobs that choked her as she sat in her car. But that was all she had.

"I can't believe you, you would..." Gary began at last, then faltered. "Why?" Julie could almost hear the lump in his throat as he asked her the question she knew she could never answer. To Gary, at least. At least not the real answer.

"Gary! Oh, Jesus! I didn't plan it or anything!" she cried. "It just happened!" It sounded so cliché. It sounded pathetic. How could she explain what had wiped away five years of marriage with, 'it just happened'?

"Yeah, whatever," Gary replied, sounding hollow, empty. "We're done." Another long silence ensued, interrupted only by Julie's occasional sob. "I'm going to file for a separation on Wednesday," Gary resumed. The words, completely expected, still knocked the wind out of Julie, left her feeling like she could hardly breathe. 

Wednesday? Of course she realized that it was probably inevitable at this point, but Wednesday? That was the day after tomorrow! Actually having a day, a deadline... it was like being on death row versus having an actual execution date. Now Julie had her date. Wednesday.

She broke into fresh tears as she slumped over the steering wheel, her body shaking with the force of her sobs. She had had the perfect life. The life that her friends were all secretly envious of. The text book fairy tale happily ever after life. Now was it all going to come to an end on Wednesday?

As she thought about what her family would say, what her friends, neighbors, co-workers would say, she dissolved into a blubbering mess. How would people react? What would they say to her? Knowing that Julie was the one who had destroyed it all? Destroyed what so many others would have been so happy to have?

"I'm planning on taking everything," Gary said, interrupting her moment of supreme self-pity. "No alimony, obviously. And I'll hang on to those pictures, just in case you want to argue about it."

The mention of the pictures, pictures of her sucking Greg's cock, snapped her out of her tears. Self-preservation came quickly to the fore, giving her the focus to respond to his threat.

"If you do anything with those pictures, I'll sue the shit out of you!" she hissed, fighting through her sobs.

"You aren't really in a position to make threats," Gary replied, his tone taunting. It was a strange thing to hear that in his voice. "As long as I get everything, you don't have to worry about it."

Julie heard what he was saying. Two things ran simultaneously through her head. A sense of relief that Gary didn't seem to have any plans to show the pictures to anyone. And an irrational desire to fight him, not give in. She knew the second thought was foolish. She was the one in the wrong. She was the one who had the most to lose. She should just give him anything he wanted and let it go. 

But it galled her, no matter how much it was her fault. And it galled her that he had such a devastating thing to threaten her with. As long as he had those pictures, Julie would never really be able to sleep comfortably, would she?

It was strange, Julie thought. Gary had been totally humiliated by her and now had compromising pictures of her. And when he said he wanted something, Julie got her back up and wanted to fight, despite the obvious futility. Greg, on the other hand, had nothing with which to coerce her. All he had was a big cock and a cocky attitude. And Julie didn't consider fighting with him for a moment.

After Gary hung up, Julie sat another twenty minutes, crying and shaking, unable to drive. Part of it was the loss of the fairy tale. Part of it was having to face the people who believed that Julie was living the fairy tale. And part of it was her weak position. Gary could take everything and Julie wouldn't be able to contest it. Or she would risk a greater humiliation... all her friends and family seeing a picture of her with her lover's cock in her mouth?

When she finally got to Ashlee's, her friend was already home.

"Jesus, Jule," Ashlee greeted her, concerned. "What the hell happened?"

"Gary," Julie said, feeling the tears starting to come on again. "He called and said he was getting a divorce and that he would take everything. He's going to file on Wednesday." Half way through 'Wednesday' Julie began to sob again.

"What?" Ashlee gaped. "What about counseling and all that? I thought, you know, he wanted to stay together?" Ashlee seemed genuinely surprised.

"No," Julie shook her head, pushing away tears. "He knows I went back to Greg's last night. He followed me or something. I'm not sure. But he knew." She grabbed a tissue and blew her nose.

Ashlee guided her to the couch, and the two of them sat. Ashlee put a reassuring hand on Julie's shoulder.

"You went back and he knew?" Ashlee asked. Julie nodded and Ashlee gave a low whistle. "Damn, that's not good." She seemed to be searching for something encouraging to say and she wasn't coming up with anything.

"Even so," she said at last. "I don't think that really, like, changes anything. You still have rights in the divorce. Yeah, it'll be ugly, but..." she trailed off.

"No," Julie replied, shaking her head, without elaborating. She couldn't tell Ashlee about the pictures. She wasn't even going to tell Greg about that.

The two women sat and looked at each other for a moment, neither able to think of anything to say.

"Let's have a glass of wine or something," Ashlee suggested at last, patting Julie's shoulder and standing up. Julie nodded. She actually could go for something stronger. If it wasn't a work night, she would have been all for getting drunk.

Thirty minutes and a glass and a half of merlot later, Julie was feeling the edge come off her nerves. Ashlee made unobtrusive conversation as they sipped their wine, asking Julie if she needed help getting clothes and things from the house and the like, keeping the focus on small, practical matters.

But as they finished their second glasses of wine, Ashlee started poking into more personal issues. But not about Gary. About Greg.

Julie had come to understand Ashlee's dismissive attitude toward Gary. He was not a very manly man. He wasn't dominating, arrogant, cocky. He was a nice guy. And he seemed destined to finish last. 

Ashlee had never been one to gravitate toward nice guys. So it should hardly come as a surprise to Julie that she was far more interested in Greg.

"So Gary says he wants to patch things up," Ashlee prodded, "and you left there and went straight back to your beau's?" Julie shrugged. What could she say? That was pretty much it in a nutshell. "Girl, if that's where you are, that's fine. In that case, you're better off without Gary anyway."

It was obviously not a new thought to Julie. But having someone else say it made it seem more valid.

"Maybe," Julie said with another shrug. "Still... We're talking about our marriage, the house. All that. Everything that's gone from mine and his to 'ours.' It's just... complicated." Ashlee nodded sympathetically as she got up to get them more wine.

Julie already had a pretty good buzz going and almost declined the refill. But it had been a downright awful day she rationalized, holding her glass out to Ashlee. As she took a sip and felt the warmth grow in her belly, Julie started to feel like she wanted to explain things to Ashlee.

Ashlee probably already understood. It seemed that Julie's experience with Greg mirrored Ashlee's many relationships. In Ashlee, Julie might have someone who would understand why Julie was making the choice she was. Maybe it was just the wine, but Julie found herself wanting to explain. Talk about it. And Ashlee seemed more than willing to listen.

"I think I know," Julie began slowly, not looking at her friend, "that I'm making a pretty dumb choice." She waved a hand to silence Ashlee's protests. "I mean, come on. This guy is a player and I'm kidding myself if I think there's a future with him. And Gary, our life together, it was all so secure. Dependable. I mean, if it wasn't for my own foolishness, we'd be together the rest of our lives."




Julie Ch. 18



"Yeah, sure," Ashlee countered. "But... a guy like Gary may be dependable and faithful and give you all sorts of security, but something's missing. Right?"

"But I didn't know that," Julie replied. "And I never would have, if I hadn't put myself in that position."

"Okay, that may be true," Ashlee conceded. "But if you could go back to the way you were before, wipe out any memory of this guy, would you?"

"Oh, that's realistic!" laughed Julie.

"Come on!" Ashlee persisted. "You know what I'm getting at. Would you?" Julie sat and sipped her wine thoughtfully for a moment. Would she want to have the fairy tale back? Never know what a man like Greg was like? It would be easy if it were possible to erase Greg from her memory. But would that make her happy?

"No, I guess I wouldn't," Julie confessed. Ashlee smiled her conspiratorial grin. 

"He's good, huh?" she prodded.

"I guess," Julie answered. "He's just so different from any guy that I've ever been with. I don't know how to explain it. Just everything seems more... exciting?"

"He takes charge?" Ashlee asked. Julie thought about the very first time she had followed Greg up to his hotel room. He had pulled out his cock and told her to suck it. Yeah, he took charge, all right! Julie nodded with a slight grin.

"You could say that." She giggled. Damn! How much wine had she had? She was giggling!

"And you discovered that you like that, huh?" Ashlee's questions were right on the mark. Clearly, she knew a thing or two about dominant men. And how a woman felt when she was with one.

"I, uh... it was..." her words momentarily failed her. Yes, she most certainly did like it. She totally fucking loved it. The way he told her to do things, or manipulated her body into any sexual position he desired... The way he made her feel like she should do anything she could to please him...

But how could she possibly explain that? Julie just wasn't one to speak in such frank terms as Ashlee. Even if she knew that Ashlee had been there and done that, Julie simply couldn't open up that way.

"Kinda funny, isn't it?" Ashlee asked, smiling at Julie's inability to articulate without incriminating herself.

"Funny?"

"Yeah, you know. As women we're supposed to be striving for equality with men, getting paid the same as men. Getting past the glass ceiling and all. Right?" Julie nodded, comprehension dawning. "But even you, a woman who could be a poster child for all that, even you have that... I don't know... whatever it is... It's in you, too."

"I don't know," Julie started to protest. But wasn't Ashlee right on target again? Hadn't Julie dressed to look her most professional this morning, just so Greg could exercise his dominance over her at her zenith? Didn't Julie want it just as much as Greg? Hadn't she been turned on by the way he took it even farther, gagging her with his cock?

Ashlee was looking at her skeptically, eyebrows arched.

"Okay," Julie conceded. "Maybe there's something in me that..." She fumbled for words. "That likes to let him... take charge some times." 

Submissiveness. That was what they were talking about, wasn't it? But Ashlee didn't use that word. And Julie certainly wasn't about to. Better that they hinted around and pretended that they didn't know what to call it.

Perhaps emboldened by the wine, or perhaps just interested in turning the conversation away from herself, Julie asked a question of her own.

"Is that why you've always dated the kind of guys you date? Because they take charge?"

"Yeah," Ashlee nodded, a sly grin on her face. "That's the simple version. But I bet you know there's a lot more to it now, don't you?" Julie felt a flush in her face that had nothing to do with the alcohol. 

How much of what Julie had experienced with Greg had Ashlee experienced with her boyfriends? Did Ashlee know, or at least have good reason to suspect, how wet Julie got when Greg told her to get on her knees? Was Ashlee wired the same way? If Ashlee got off on sucking men's cocks and swallowing their cum, wouldn't she now assume that the same was true of Julie?

What if Ashlee liked to get fucked in the ass? Would she assume that was true of Julie as well? What other acts of submission had Ashlee experienced that she could project on to Julie? Bondage? S&M? 

Julie wrenched her thoughts away from that path. It didn't matter what Ashlee supposed about Julie's sex life, if she made any assumptions at all. Neither of them—hopefully—was going to get into that kind of detail. It was enough to know that they had similar experiences, similar needs. That knowledge would be sufficient backdrop to any discussions about men they might have.

"I love it when a man takes over," Ashlee continued, unprompted. "I don't know why. I just always have. So yeah," she said sipping her wine, "that's why I date the kind of men I do. Nice guys just... don't do it for me." Julie smiled ruefully and nodded.

"Yeah," she agreed. "As much as I really love Gary... There's just no way..." Julie waved her hand in a circular motion, as if trying to conjure the rest of her thought. "No way he could ever, you know... Get me to feel like he was..."

"In charge," Ashlee finished for her.

"Exactly. I never thought that was a big deal." She shrugged. "Not until... " she smiled and looked away, feeling her cheeks reddening again, "someone showed me the difference!"

Ashlee and Julie both laughed. Whatever embarrassment Julie felt was mitigated by the wine and the laughter. Ashlee understood and, far from judging her, was actually reassuring Julie that it was okay. Julie wasn't the only one and there was nothing wrong with her.

"I guess that's why you never understood me," Ashlee said as their mirth subsided. "You always thought I was just self-destructive or low self-esteem, right?" Julie blinked, then, thoughtfully, nodded slowly.

"I guess so. I always wanted you to have a guy who was, you know, good to you. Like Gary was to me."

"And now?" Ashlee asked.

"Now I know why that wouldn't work for you. And why it might not work for me either," she added. "You just found out a lot sooner than I did!" They laughed again.

"So where is he tonight?" Ashlee asked as they sipped their wine. Ashlee's question reminded Julie that she hadn't heard from Greg today. She had left work early and hadn't checked email since she had gotten home. There was probably a message waiting for her by now.

"He's from out of town. His company has an apartment over in the business traveler suite complex. He was the only one there over the weekend, but he has a couple other guys there now." Ashlee nodded.

"He could take you out to dinner or something though, couldn't he?" That was true. There had been very little in the way of actual dating thus far, for obvious reasons. But if it was over between Julie and Gary, it would be a considerably reduced risk going out together.

"Well," Julie replied, holding up her hand on which she still wore her wedding band. "We didn't do a lot of stuff in public. Maybe we could now, but..." she shrugged.

"Didn't do a lot of stuff in public?" Ashlee asked, teasingly, her eyebrow going up. "Maybe you should try it!" She laughed and Julie joined in, feeling a bit self-conscious as the nights in the parking lot at Cavanaugh's sprang instantly to her mind. Yeah, that was something they had done in public all right.

"The voice of experience speaking?" Julie shot back, aware of the color in her cheeks.

"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," Ashlee replied without missing a beat.

"Yeah, especially if she's with a guy who likes to take charge, right?"

"See?" Ashlee laughed, wagging a finger at Julie accusingly. "You've already learned how it works!" 

The laugher subsided quickly and the two women lapsed into a momentary silence. Julie was thinking of some segue out of the current conversation without looking too obvious. Before she could formulate anything, Ashlee leaned forward and looked at her.

"So..." she said, her voice low, as if she worried about being overheard. "Did you do it in public with your new guy?" It took a conscious effort for Julie not to let her jaw drop.

"Uh, I don't think I want to get into that much detail," she replied, trying not to sound put off or indignant, but at the same time sound firm, unmovable. 

"Hmmm, interesting," Ashlee said, looking closely at Julie. "Makes me suspicious that you must have done something!" Julie tried to meet Ashlee's eyes, but faltered after only a moment. With a guilty half-smile, Julie looked away. "Yeah, definitely something. Maybe not sex. Maybe a blow j..."

"ASH!" Julie cut her off in a shrill voice.

"Bingo!" Ashlee accused, laughing and pointing her finger at Julie.

"No comment."

"Yep, that's what all the guilty ones say!" Ashlee tittered.

"Okay, I think we've had enough wine for one night. A work night at that," Julie said as she stood up. "I need to go check my email anyway."

Julie quickly retreated to her bedroom, slightly disconcerted at how quickly Ashlee had zeroed in on Julie's behavior with Greg. But then, Ashlee had been living this way for many years, compared to Julies several months. Things that still seemed new and surprising to Julie were more commonplace in Ashlee's eyes.

Was it something Ashlee had done often, Julie wondered? Going down on a man in a parked car? Julie had only done it twice with Greg, but probably only because they had other, better options. If Julie met Greg tonight, neither of them had a place they could go, so wouldn't she be tempted to do it again? Oh, without a doubt! Julie could easily envision lowering her head into his lap.

Julie thought once again of the woman she had first seen Greg with. She hadn't appeared to have had any qualms about it! Maybe Ashlee was of a similar mind. There was no denying the added intensity and excitement of being in public. Ashlee definitely had a wild streak in her, too. Julie could believe that Ashlee would do it purely for the thrill value.

Especially if she was with a man that told her in no uncertain terms what was going to happen when they got to the car. 

Funny, Julie reflected, how much of an asshole she had thought Greg when, that first time at dinner, he had suggested they go out to his car. Now? Well, there was no way to explain just how much Julie had changed since then. Now she wouldn't hesitate.

Julie opened her laptop and logged in to retrieve her email. She was quite happy to see one from Greg.

And quite disturbed to see three more from Gary. Each with attachments.

She ignored them for the moment, opening Greg's email.

"Miss you. I've got a full house all week, so we can't get together here. Want to get a drink after work one night?"

Reading his email on the heels of the conversation and thoughts Julie had just been having, it was easy to jump to conclusions about his intentions. Not that Julie was opposed. In fact, quite the opposite. The end of her conversation with Ashlee had whetted her appetite more than anything else.

Julie was about to write back when Ashlee poked her head in.

"Hey, I just remembered that I'm going to my mom's for dinner Wednesday night," she said. Julie looked back at her blankly, her mind more intent on her reply to Greg's email than what Ashlee was saying. "You'll have the place to yourself," Ashlee said, spelling it out for her.

"Oh. Oh, no! No, that's okay!" Julie couldn't bring Greg here. For sex.

Why not, the rationalization center of her brain asked? Julie had taken Greg to her house and slept with him in her marital bed. How could fucking him at Ashlee's be worse?

Well, for one, Ashlee would be aware of it. Julie didn't think she wanted anyone else to be so aware of her sex life.

But if Ashlee needed the place to herself for an hour or two, Julie wouldn't hesitate to make herself scarce, would she? No, but that was different. It was Ashlee's place, after all. And if she wanted Julie out for her to have a date over, Julie was certainly in no position to object.

At the same time, even if Ashlee was willing to return the courtesy, it would require Julie exposing herself to Ashlee's curiosity. It might lead Ashlee to think that she had a right to ask about what Julie was doing when she wasn't there.

It just had a plain awkward feel to it.

At the same time, it was probably the only chance she'd have to see Greg before the weekend. And this weekend was going to be it for him. He was leaving Sunday and didn't know when he'd be back. It might be weeks or longer.

Did Julie really want to let him leave town without seeing him every possible chance?

"Hey, mi casa, su casa," Ashlee replied. "I'm not unsympathetic to your circumstances, you know." She started to leave, then turned back with a wicked grin. "Of course, if you prefer giving him a blow job in the car..."

"Ash!" Julie shrieked, covering her ears and laughing.

Julie turned back to her laptop, staring at her email. What was she going to write to Greg? Was she going to tell him that Ashlee would give them a couple hours of privacy Wednesday after work? Maybe she could reply that she was free for drinks tomorrow and then, while she was out with him, she could decide whether or not to take advantage of Ashlee's offer.

She decided on that and was about to type her reply when she remembered that there were more emails from Gary. Without sending a reply to Greg, Julie quickly clicked back to her in box and opened one of the emails. There was no text. Just a picture attachment. Holding her breath, Julie clicked it.

She was startled enough to gasp when she saw it. She had been prepared to see yet another picture of herself with Greg from Sunday night. But that's not what this was. 

This one was from this morning.

It was Julie kneeling in her blue skirt with Greg's hand behind her head. Looking closely, Julie could see how her shoulders were hunched and her head was tilted forward. The picture had captured her in mid-gag.

The next two were similar vintage. The final one showing Julie looking up at him as she licked the last drop of cum from his shaft.

The pictures themselves weren't as disturbing now. Once Gary had one picture of her, she was compromised. Anything else was only incrementally worse. She deleted them quickly.

What really rattled her about it was the implied surveillance. Someone—Gary?—had followed her to Greg's apartment and taken the pictures she had seen earlier. Then hung around or come back at first light to take these. Was someone parked across the street with a camera right now? Waiting to see if Greg showed up here?

It was scary, to say the least. It occurred to Julie that it was a damn good thing she hadn't met Greg for a drink after work before seeing these pictures. What if she had gone out in the parking lot with him? Would there be pictures of her leaning over in the front seat of a car in her email now as well?

Why was Gary going to this length? Now that he had proof of her adultery—as if catching her in the act wasn't enough—wouldn't he stop? Or would Julie have to constantly look over her shoulder like a fugitive?

Maybe he just wanted to know if Julie was still seeing Greg. Well, if that was the extent of it, he had more than an answer now! If that was the case, there was no point in him perpetuating this surveillance, was there? 

Julie just didn't know. It was an unpredictable situation with a person that she had always found predictable. And that worried her. 

But she found it was also making her angry. What right did he have to spy on her? It was one thing to confirm her adultery, perhaps. Have proof of it that could be used against her. Fine. That was done. All he had to do was follow her back to Greg's and that would have been proof enough right there. The pictures of last night would have certainly been the final nail.

So what the fuck was he—or whomever he hired—still doing outside Greg's living room window the following morning? The more she thought about it, the more she seethed.

Julie clicked the reply button on one of the emails from Gary, her mind searching for something suitably vitriolic. But after a few minutes of staring at the page and formulating all sorts of retorts and threats, Julie closed the reply without typing a word.

She clicked back to Greg's email and replied to that instead.

"A drink sounds great. But it might not be possible. Gary followed me to your place last night. I don't know what he's up to, but I think it might be best for me to stay away for now."

Julie stared at it for a few minutes before reluctantly hitting the send button. She didn't want to forego seeing Greg. Not for one instant. But how reckless would it be to see him, knowing that Gary was watching? Photographing.

The mix of emotions in Julie was beginning to get away from her. Her thoughts and feelings were all over the place, making it difficult to think clearly. And that was a sensation totally foreign to her. Julie was a woman who depended on her brains. To suddenly have her judgment clouded was as disconcerting as an explorer losing his compass.

When she thought about Gary, the guilt came in waves. True, there was a fair amount of anger in the mix now. But the guilt and the sense of... was it failure? There was a crushing weight to it when it came on full bore. If Julie let herself think about it, it would knock her off her feet. She had heard of people being too distressed to get out of bed and she had never understood it before. But she understood it now.

There was a certain amount of shame that naturally followed on the heels of that guilt. Julie would definitely be ashamed to admit to her parents, her friends, that she had wrecked her marriage. That she had done it all for sex was even more embarrassing and shameful. 

Julie had always taken pride in her self-control. Wasn't she one to lecture Ashlee on relationships? Tell Ashlee that she had to use her head more in making decisions? Ashlee was being quite gracious in not rubbing Julie's nose in those words now. But that didn't change the fact that Julie knew she was going against every bit of unsolicited advice she had ever given Ashlee.

And at the other end of the spectrum was Greg. He stirred feelings in her unlike anything she had ever known. He managed to deprive her brains of the ability to make all the decisions. And again, that was a totally foreign sensation. Desire to be with him had perverted Julie's reasoning, her logic, even her common sense. She had done things for the sake of being with him that she knew were downright dumb choices. 

Greg had an aura around him that Julie felt powerless to refuse. Somehow, being with him made all of the other doubts, uncertainties and apprehensions seem trivial. She didn't feel guilty about cheating on Gary when she was with Greg. Even when Greg mentioned Gary's name while Julie was sucking his cock. Even then, the guilt was more of a turn-on, an enhancement to being with Greg.

Now, alone in her room without Greg's aura to intervene, the other emotions pressed down on her with crushing force. Even her anger over the spying didn't give her enough of a jolt to fight off the dark thoughts that threatened to overwhelm her.

Julie had more or less trashed her entire life over sex. That was really all it was, wasn't it? Sure, Greg might be leading her on, letting her believe that there was a possibility for a relationship. And Julie wanted so badly for that to be true. But, without Greg in the room with her, Julie's doubts had more validity. 

Greg might be able to allay those concerns with his presence, distract her from those worries with his big cock and his ability to dominate Julie in the bedroom. But at this moment in time, Julie was alone. And her guilt and shame, her doubts and fears, all loomed large.




Julie Ch. 18



Julie felt like at any moment, if her self-control lapsed for even a second, she would start shaking uncontrollably. She was poised on a razor's edge of nerves and emotions. It would be all too easy to let go... let herself come apart at the seams. Spend the next three or four days in bed with the covers pulled up over her head, crying.

But Julie's willpower held her together. Whatever dynamic existed between her and Greg in the bedroom, Julie was still a strong and determined woman. She gave up control when she chose to give it up. Not because circumstances became too much for her.

Of course, in spite of her self-confidence and resolve, Julie found herself craving the comfort of Greg's arms around her. She wanted to go to sleep tonight wrapped safe and warm in his embrace. Was that a weakness on her part? If it was, it was completely independent of the strength Julie could muster to face Gary, their impending divorce and whatever compromising pictures he had of her.

Her PC chirped as a new email arrived. It was from Greg, she saw with relief.

"Call me."

Julie briefly considered using her cell phone, but quickly rejected the idea. The bill would go to the house—to Gary. The last thing Julie needed to deal with was Gary getting his hands on Greg's cell number. Looking back, Julie was so glad she had never, in a moment of weakness, called Greg from her cell. She had avoided that mistake thus far and had no intention of making it now.

"Ash, can I use the phone?"

"Sure, no prob, kiddo." Julie knew Ashlee was well aware of why Julie couldn't use her cell phone, and she was grateful that Ashlee didn't make a point of it.

Julie dialed the number from a piece of paper that she had hidden in her wallet. As the phone began to ring, a good feeling came over her. It wasn't exactly excitement, just a sense that it would be good to hear Greg's voice. It would somehow help her fight off the shadows that had been gathering in her thoughts.

"Hello?"

"It's me," Julie answered.

"That was quick," Greg replied. "So what's this about you were followed?" There was something in his voice. Concern? Anger? Some mixture of the two? It was difficult to tell.

"I think the reason he had me meet him at the house was so that he could follow me when I left," Julie explained. "I guess he wanted to see if, you know... I was still seeing you." Julie had no intention of telling Greg that Gary, or someone acting on Gary's behalf, had actually seen them last night and again this morning. And had documented their actions with a camera. Knowing that Gary was aware of Julie and Greg's continuing affair was enough information.

"How do you know?"

"He called me and told me," Julie lied. "He said he knew where I went and that it wasn't my girlfriend's place, where I said I was staying. And," she added, "he's filing for separation."

"Are you sure he didn't just say that to get your reaction? Get you to admit it?"

"No, no," Julie answered quickly, trying to think of a way to skirt the issue of the pictures. "He told me the address. He knew."

"Are you okay?" Greg asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Yeah, I think so," Julie said, taking a deep breath. "I really want to see you," she added. Julie didn't know why she said it. The words just popped out of her, almost before she realized what she was going to say.

"Well, why don't we meet for a drink or something?" Greg suggested, almost as if he hadn't heard her tell him that Gary had followed her.

"What about Gary?"

"Do you really think he's following you?" Greg asked. He didn't sound like he thought it was likely. Julie didn't really want to tell Greg that she was worried that it wasn't Gary following her, but rather, someone Gary had hired. A private investigator or something.

"I don't know," Julie said, surprised by how whiney her voice sounded. Was she really that worried, confused?

"Okay, here's what we do," Greg said after a moment. "Tomorrow, you drive to the Clover Hill mall and park by the food court entrance. That's at the one end on the second floor. Then you walk to the other end of the mall and down to the first floor and go out the door by the arcade. I'll wait for you there. If anyone's following you, they'll have to go all the way back to the other end of the mall to get their car. We'd be long gone by then."

Julie rolled Greg's plan around in her head. It sounded so paranoid to go to such lengths. Was that really what her life was becoming? On the other hand, it was a simple thing to do. And it would let her see Greg without concerns about being followed, photographed. Not that she was about to do anything compromising, under the circumstances. But even driving around with Greg was more than she wanted Gary to have a picture of.

"Okay," Julie said, after just the slightest hesitation. "What time?"

"Five-thirty good for you?" To get to the mall, park and walk to the other end Julie might have to leave work a little earlier than usual. But only a little.

"Sure," she agreed.

"Okay, I'll see you then," Greg said. Then, after a brief pause, he added, "I wish you could be here tonight."



Julie Ch. 19



It was enough, that innocuous, vague statement, that Julie almost told him about Ashlee's offer to let her have the place to herself on Wednesday. But there were still too many obstacles: Gary, the pictures, letting Ashlee get directly involved with her sex life... Better to wait. Sure, when she saw him she would likely cave in. But right now he was too far away to envelop her with his aura. She said good night and hung up.

Later, as Julie was lying in bed, her cell phone rang. In the dark, quiet room, the noise startled her. At first Julie irrationally thought it might be Greg. But she still had never given him her cell number, had she?

She sat up and turned on the light as the phone rang again. She found it on the nightstand and squinted at it. It was Gary. The thought of him calling her both angered and scared her. She certainly had no desire to talk to him right now.

She hit the button to mute the rings and waited. It would chirp if Gary left a voice mail. 

But instead, the phone began ringing again. Instead of leaving a message, he had called back. She muted it again. Should she just turn the phone off?

Or should she answer it?

Something in her suddenly refused to be cowed by Gary. She was much tougher than that. She snapped the phone open.

"Yeah?" she asked, trying to sound annoyed that anyone would be calling so late.

"Why did you do it?" Gary's voice asked straight away. "How could you do it? Didn't anything we had mean anything to you?" There was no attempt on his part to hide the pain he was feeling. His voice rough, cracking at times, a live wire of raw emotion.

"Gary, oh my God," Julie replied, the guilt once again awakened in her. "It's not like that!" she tried to protest. "I didn't consciously choose to do... anything to deliberately hurt you. It just friggin' happened."

"No," Gary contradicted her. "It didn't 'just happen' when you left here last night." His words stung her with their truth. No, last night hadn't just happened, that's for sure. Last night was totally premeditated. It wasn't in doubt even before she went to see Gary. Even before Julie had a clue as to what Gary was going to say to her.

"Gary," Julie protested. But she had no follow up. What could she possibly say? He had pictures of Julie sucking another man's cock... taken within an hour of Gary telling her he wanted to try to save their marriage.

"Why?" he spat into the phone vehemently. "Why, goddamn it? Jesus! I said I would actually forgive you for what you did and you went right back and did it again! What kind of shitty fucking thing is that to do to me? To us?"

Julie fought back tears. He was right, of course. She was pure shit for doing this to their marriage. And to him. But she didn't want to cry in the face of his attack. She would take the blame. She would apologize, useless though that might be. But she wouldn't cry. Julie didn't know why that was suddenly so important, but she wasn't going to let Gary push her that way.

"I didn't 'do it' to you!" Julie shot back. "I never intended for anything like this to happen. I didn't plan it. I didn't go out looking for it. It just fucking happened!" She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself. She could feel her hands shaking, could hear the unsteadiness of her breathing. She had to remind herself that he had a pretty dangerous card in his hand, if he wanted to play it.

"You went right back to him. Right after you left here!" 

"So?" Julie didn't know what to say. Yes, she had done just that. But what could she do? Deny it? Say it was likewise unplanned? No, there was nothing to do but own up to it. What else could she do?

Nothing in Julie's experiences could have given her any insight as to how to handle this. She just had to gut her way through and take the shots she deserved. And somehow, through it all, find a way to keep Gary from using that devastating weapon: the pictures.

"Do you love him?" It was an icy dagger of a question. It struck her heart, spreading its chill through her bloodstream.

A week ago, Julie could have scoffed at that question. Love him? Greg? Ha! He was just a phenomenal fuck, a man who knew how to unlock the repressed sexuality in her. But love? No, that certainly had nothing to do with it.

But now? Well, Julie certainly wouldn't actually let herself even think it at a conscious level. But wasn't there a warm, gushy feeling that she felt when she was with Greg now? Wasn't she at least flirting with the concept?

The longer her silence persisted, the more guilty she appeared. The more guilty she felt.

"Fucking bitch!" Gary bellowed at last. "I can't fucking believe you did that! How? How could you do that? Sit and talk like we're going to go to couple's counseling... and then... What the fuck?"

Julie took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. There was nothing she could say that could possibly matter to Gary at this point. He was totally right. No one should have to worry for one second that their spouse would do what Julie had done.

But the pictures... Julie had to say something, anything... But no words came.

"Jesus! Look at this!" Gary yelled into the phone. Look? Look at what? Before Julie could ask, Gary answered. "My loving fucking wife with another guy's dick in her mouth!" Was he looking at one of those pictures right now? It was both creepy and scary. He was angry and, judging by his speech, perhaps a little drunk.

What if, in anger and emboldened by alcohol, he suddenly decided to email it to everyone in their whole address book? That was chilling.

At the same time, what the hell was he doing talking to her with that picture in front of him? It was disturbing. The thought that Gary was looking at one of those pictures right now... while he was on the phone with her... Julie's body shuddered involuntarily. 

Another tortured silence followed. What was he thinking? What was he doing? Was he looking at the pictures again? A strange, unsettled feeling crept over Julie. Then Gary's voice, low and accusing, shook her again.

"You told me you didn't like it." 

Another long pause.

"I'm looking at pictures that say otherwise."

Oh, God! What could Julie possibly say to that? The truth? That would probably be worse than any lie she could make up. Unfortunately, her mind was coming up with absolutely no explanation, true or otherwise.

"It's not that simple... I mean..." but she had nothing.

"You never did anything like that for me!" he erupted again. Then, much more subdued, "So maybe you don't have feelings for me like you do for him."

"Gary," Julie tried again. She wanted to explain, but what was there to say? Greg made her feel so much different than he did. It wasn't Gary's fault. He just didn't have that edge that Greg did. The one that could elicit those responses, those actions. Awaken that submissive side that she had never really known existed.

"Of course," Gary continued, ignoring her feeble effort to say something. "Maybe now that I have these pictures, I should expect to get a blow job every day." 

Oh, God! He was threatening her. And it was pathetic! Gary had something that he could legitimately blackmail her with. And even so, he couldn't be as bold as Greg. Greg could come right out and tell Julie to suck his cock. Gary could barely manage a backhand threat.

"What do you think of that?" he persisted when Julie didn't answer. The threat was so hollow, almost non-existent. Julie felt more sad for him than angry or scared.

"Gary, please." She took a deep breath. "You don't understand. Hell, I don't understand. You're right. It was never like that with us. I don't know why. I can't explain. It has nothing to do with whether I love you or not. Please believe that."

"I think you should come over here right now," Gary persisted. "And give me a blow job." It wasn't a command. It wasn't forceful. It only served to amplify the differences between Gary and Greg. Gary just didn't have that streak in him.

"Gary," Julie replied, trying to sound like a mother reasoning with a child, "let's be serious. I never wanted to hurt you or anything like that. It's just..." Again, her words failed her. Was he going to be able to compel her to do something against her will? Gary?

"No, I mean it!" Gary said, his voice sounding a little shrill in Julie's ear. No, it didn't seem likely she was going to be bullied into anything by him, no matter what leverage he had. He just wasn't going to push it. Somehow Julie just knew.

"I'm so sorry, Gary. I really am." She took a deep breath. "Please get rid of those pictures. Please."

"Come over now and we'll talk about it."

"Please, Gary." 

"Just come over." Gary sounded more pleading than in control, commanding. At once, Julie was relieved and heartbroken. He was too sweet, too nice to do to her what she had done to him. 

He deserved so much better. But he seemed destined to finish last.

"Oh, Gary! I'm so sorry," Julie said as a single tear rolled down her cheek. "You don't deserve this. You're a wonderful man. And I'm so sorry." 

Gary didn't reply. A few moments later, the line went dead. Julie closed the phone and set it down. She felt like shit about what she had done to him. But even more importantly, she was relieved that he seemed incapable of using the pictures of her with malicious intent. 

Julie didn't think that Gary was about to just delete the pictures. No, that level of relief she didn't feel. That was unrealistic under the circumstances. But she went to bed with no immediate fear that he was about to do something with them. Something that would destroy her.

Of course, there was still an uneasy feeling in her stomach and she didn't fall asleep for quite a while. She found herself wishing that Greg were beside her, his strong, uncompromising arms around her. How she would love to have him in bed with her.