0 comments/ 16828 views/ 1 favorites Ice Cream By: Jason X You have just come out of the shower and are lying on the bed in your towel feeling really relaxed. I have been in the kitchen - you have been wondering what I have been up to as I had a huge grin on my face as you were going into the shower -you were hoping I was going to join you but I just went into the kitchen. I come into the bedroom wearing only a pair of sweatpants and carrying your favorite ice cream - chocolate! "It's not what you think sweety - I have a better use for this" I say smiling as you look into my eyes. "What are you up to....." You are cut short as I take a lick of ice cream and kiss you deeply on the mouth. Your tongue finds mine as you suck the ice cream off my lips. "mmmmmm" "No talking" I say "just enjoy - you are going to cum long and hard tonight!!!" You shiver at the thought and smile......you love to be pleasured!. I take another lick of ice cream and kiss you again - you feel the freezing sensation as it shoots down your spine! I slowly remove your towel, revealing just your full beautiful breasts! I caress them as I kiss your mouth. I take another lick of ice cream and move to your breast. You look down at me as I lick the ice cream onto your nipple. It becomes erect as soon as I touch it - the sensation of cold ice cream on such a sensitive part of your body is electrifying. You arch your back as I suck your nipple into my mouth swirling the ice cream around with my tongue. I pause to take another lick and move to your other very jealous breast. The anticipation build up - you want my to suck your nipple again feeling the cold ice cream. I play with your nipples moving form one to the next pausing always to fill my mouth with more coldness. You feel a sensation building up between your legs - you feel yourself cum as I tug on you nipples pulling them into my mouth. Your body arches and you cry out as you start to come. I rip off the towel caressing your body watching it spasm as you release - you let out a sigh and relax on the bed. I take another lick and kiss you again - you suck my tongue tasting the cold chocolate ice cream - you're favorite. I move down your body - "I haven't finished with you yet!!" I say as I take yet another lick. You bend your head and watch me as I lick the ice cream onto your clit. You let out a scream "oooooh" as the freezing sensation rushes through your body. You are so hot the ice cream melts quickly - so I take more and tease your clit with my tongue. I move up and down making sure you are completely covered with this incredible sensation. The cold feeling all aver your pussy sends your body into SPASMS. You arch your back as I force my tongue inside you spreading the ice cream inside with my tongue. My tongue explores your body always pausing to take extra licks to ensure this freezing sensation. My tongue moves in and out of your pussy around your ass back to your pussy back to your ass - inside spreading ice cream everywhere. You can't take it any more - you thrust your head back, arching - pushing out your breast as you cum hard. Just as you think your orgasm is coming to an end I move back to your breast ad lick cold ice cream an your very HOT nipples. You explode again this time harder than ever. Finally your body rests as you slump back on the bed! "Rest up" I say, "My body needs cooling off" Chocolate ice cream will never be the same!!! Ice cream As they drove down the island, warmth washed thru the car. The first day of the year that was truly shorts and t-shirt weather. She sat in the passenger seat wearing a pair of print shorts and a loose blouse held up with thin spaghetti straps. He wore a pair of hiking shorts with elastic waistband and a t-shirt. Talking about the weather, their jobs and other things, an ice cream shop came into view. “Ohh, let’s stop. Ice cream would hit the spot today.” She said. Smiling at her, watching the wind pick up her long dark hair and blow it around, he slowed the car and turned in. Getting out of the car, he lagged behind. He loved watching her ass in shorts as she moved. And today, her shorts seemed to mold themselves to her shape more so than usual. It was at that point he realized, that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Her normal underwear was a thong. He saw no signs of lines under the tight shorts. Standing at the counter, ordering their ice cream, he put his hand on the small of her back, and then let it slide down. His hand brushed over her waistband, then slid further, pressing hard against her skin. His fingers moved in small side-to-side motions, feeling for anything underneath the material. Feeling his hand exploring over her ass, she turned and smiled at him. “Find what your looking for?” She said. Getting their ice cream, they walked to the car. He watched as her tongue slid out of her mouth, licking up the length of her ice cream cone. The motion brought to mind her licking other things. Shaking his head, smiling, he opened her door. Smiling at him, licking her cone as she looked into his eyes, she sat down. Walking around the car, he smiled at her ability to tease him. Climbing in the car, they sat and chatted about plans for the summer and other items. And yet, as they chatted, his eyes always wandered to her tongue. The ice cream sliding across her tongue as she licked the cone up and down, and around its circumfrence. He could not help but begin to picture his cock in the ice cream’s place. And with this thought, his cock rapidly became erect. Nonchalantly, he readjusted, but this just served to draw her attention. He felt his cock flex when he realized she was staring at his shorts. With her attention drawn away, she didn’t notice her cone drip onto her shirt, right above her nipple. Grabbing a napkin, he stroaked her shirt a couple of times to remove the spot. Then pinched the material with his thumb and forefinger to blot the stain. As he did this, his finger pinched her nipple. He felt it, rolled it for a second, noting it was already firm. Releasing, he did this again and again. Her breathing caught for a second, then sped up. Staring into his eyes as he played with her nipple thru her shirt, she then leaned over with her cone and dripped a couple drops on his shorts, right onto his erection. “Oooops,” she said, smiling innocently. Grabbing a napkin, she started to stroke the stain, and in the process, stroked the length of his cock. Her fingers let go of the napkin and slid along his length, before finding the head of his cock. There, they swirled around the tip, pinching it every time he squeezed her nipple. A new stain began to show as pre-cum seeped thru, showing on his shorts. Staring ahead, he lost himself for a moment in the feeling of her hand sliding up and down on his cock thru his shorts. Gathering his thoughts, he looked at her, noticing that her nipples were now full and sticking thru the thin blouse material. Reaching over, he slid one of the straps off her shoulder, exposing her breast to the air. The nipple was read from his pinching. Taking his spoon, he scooped some chocolate and ice cream from his sundae, and then smeared the mixture on her nipple. Watching the ice cream melt, it slid down the curve of her breast before falling to her stomach. When it did, her breath caught and a long low moan escaped her lips. Encouraged, he slid his finger into his sundae, and then placed the finger where the ice cream had come to rest. He then slid his finger down, trailing the chocolate and ice cream on it. His fingers slid beneath the waistband of her shorts, sliding down until finding the top of her slit. There he stopped, pushing in on the top of her slit, making small slow circles. Listening to her moan, he felt her tug. Lifting his hips, she pulled his shorts down, freeing his cock. Then, bending over the car’s center console, she smiled seductively and moved her cone close to his cock. Holding his breath, he stopped moving his fingers over the top of her slit as he watched the cone get closer to his cock. Then as the cone touched him, she slid the ice cream up and down, encircling his cock. Coating it with her raspberry ice cream. As the cone moved over him, his cock flexed pushing deeper into the ice cream. Pulling the ice cream away, she put her tongue out, licking the cone, twisting it so she could lick around its circumfrence. Putting the cone down she leaned forward, her tongue sliding out of her mouth, she licked the tip of his cock. Letting her tongue swirl around the head. Moaning deep in his chest, he slid forward slightly, letting her have full access to his cock. While she licked around him, he slid his fingers up and down the length of her slit, tracing the shape of her lips. Then as he felt her lips slide over the head of his cock, he slid a finger down her slit, letting it part the lips, then slide back up before sliding deep into her, wiggling as it entered her. Her lips clamped down onto his cock as he entered her. She shifted in her seat, setting a foot up on the door so her pussy was open to him. Putting his sundae down his other hand slid over her shoulder, removing the other strap, and sliding her blouse down around her waist. Then, dragging his nails up her side, till coming to her breast. He circled the breast as he added another finger sliding in and out of her pussy. Her wetness coated the fingers, his thumb sliding up, finding her clit. He pushed against her clit, rubbing it side to side. She stopped her mouth on the head of his cock She felt his fingers slide over her body and into her body. As the second finger found its way inside, she moaned, thrusting her mouth down on his cock. She quickly cleaned his cock of the raspberry ice cream. Her tongue slid along the shaft as she pushed till all of him was inside her mouth. Her hand slid over and cupped his balls, then began rubbing them. She started a slow rhythm, her mouth moving up and down his shaft, licking and cleaning. Her moaning grew as his fingers slid faster and faster inside of her. His thumb on her clit making her squirm.. Taking his cock almost all the way out of her mouth, she then slid it back into her, with her teeth dragging along its length. As she did, she felt him stiffen. Feeling her teeth slide up his cock, he felt his entire body react, his cock flexing under her teeth. His fingers digging deeper into her pussy. He grabbed at her breast as he tried to keep from cumming. His fingers finding her nipple, twisting it and pulling roughly on it. And then he felt her body also tense, and her thighs began to shake. He pulled his fingers out till just the tips remained, then plunged them back into her. His thumb flicking across her clit. He heard her muffled moan as she buried his cock deep into her mouth. Her entire body convulsing. Feeling her body react, his control began to crumble. His mouth muttering as he head his threw back into the seat, “God, I’m cummmming.” Her head raised on his cock as he felt the first flush of his orgasm begin. The first jet of cum sliding up and out of his cock as his voice trailed into a shaking moan. His entire body raising and tense. Her mouth suspended over his cock, his cum flying up into her waiting mouth, her tongue flicking over the tip, encouraging him. Her own orgasm began to subside, until his fingers slid over her clit, pinching it. She began to scream and cum again even as she threw her head down, swallowing his cock and all of the cum she could suck from him. Pulling hard, milking his cock with her lips. They both sat in the car, her mouth surrounding his cock, feeling it flex and cum dribble out as his body slowly unwound. Her body, relaxing, his hands covered with her juices, her tits red and flushed from his pinching and rubbing. Finally, he gathered himself. Looking around, ensuring no one had called the police, he laughed a little. Stroking her hair with his hand, feeling her tongue slide over him, cleaning the last of his cum from the tip of his cock. As she lifted her head, he bent down kissing her, tasting the salty flavor of her lips. Pulling back, she smiled at him as she raised the straps on her blouse, covering her breasts. Laughing louder as he lifted his shorts, he said, “Did the ice cream hit the spot?” She laughed with him as she looked into the mirror and then at him, licking her lips, “No, but your cock did." Ice Cream I sprawled on the firm mattress of my bed on a hot summer day in July, sweat rolling down every nook and cranny of my body, wondering how I was going to keep myself entertained for the rest of the summer. I was bored with my town, bored with the people I knew, bored with my job. I needed something new. Little did I know just how soon my wish would be granted. I decided to go for some ice cream so that I could at least cool down a little bit and eat something tasty at the same time. I went to Gorin's -- my old favourite -- and had the classic Death by Chocolate. I sat down inside, revelling in the cold metallic feeling of the chair against the back of my thighs as I licked my ice cream to keep the chocolate from rolling down the cone onto my hands. It was a blissful moment. I looked up and saw a cute brunette sitting across from me talking to a friend. The mixture of the cool ice cream against my tongue and my roving thoughts of licking her warm body was overwhelming. She wore a long, loose, patterned skirt of indigo and a rich hazel that made it hard to tell exactly what she looked like underneath, but showed you enough curves that you were curious to find out. Her plain purple top was a little more revealing as it clung to her damp body and showed off a phenomenal pair of round, full breasts. Looking at her face only completed the picture. She had freckles and a look of innocence as she smiled at her friend, her piercing blue eyes radiating mirth. However, the smirk of a grin she wore showed that she had a bit of mischief in her after all. She wore her hair in a ponytail, but some had come loose because it was so short, falling down and framing her face. I wanted her. I'm not sure if it was the sugar or the blood rushing to various parts of my body, but I decided to walk over and start up a conversation. I'd been looking for something interesting hadn't I? Well this had to be my chance. She didn't exactly look like a lesbian with her skirt and turquoise jewellery, but she did have a bit of a hippy vibe that made me think that even if I got shot down she wouldn't be offended by my efforts. What I had to figure out was how I was going to approach her. "Hi there, sorry to bother you, but do either of you know how to get to Labrys from here?" I asked, as asking for directions was the only way I could think of to non-intrusively start a conversation. Plus, Labrys was a lesbian book-store, so I knew that if one of them knew the way it would be a good sign. Unless of course they were together. Her friend looked up at me from behind her sandy blonde hair with a searching look. My girl looked me right in the eye and said, "I'm not sure, but I've heard it's an interesting place to check out. I'm new in town so I'm still figuring out my way around too. I'm Brianna by the way, but my friends call me Bri. This is Allison. I'm crashing at her place until I find my own apartment." "Ah, living off of your friends for a bit eh?" "I suppose you could say that. I'm trying to find a job, but it's harder than I thought it would be." "You could always apply at Racks, the pool hall down the street. I'm working there part-time right now and I think they're hiring. It's decent pay with pretty flexible hours. Not exactly a career, but it would give you a little cash till you find something more permanent." "It sounds great except that I don't like to mix business with pleasure. I like pool too much to work at a pool hall. It might ruin it for me to be around it all the time." "In that case I challenge you to a game. I've got my own table back at my place if you'd like to prove your passion." "Oh I never said I was any good at it, I just said that I like it. I haven't played in awhile, so I'm a bit rusty, but the prospect is tempting." I could tell she was yielding, but Allison chose that moment to cut in with, "Bri you've got a job interview this afternoon you can't go off gallivanting around town." I don't think blondie liked me too much. Her thin lips were fixed, giving her the sour impression of a mother waiting for her child to get out of the kiddie pool when dinner's ready and getting cold. "Sorry Ali, I forgot. I guess we'll have to play some other time....I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." "How rude of me, I'm Stephanie. The offer still stands though, any time you want me, you've got me. I haven't been too busy lately since Racks doesn't open till later in the day." "I really would like to take you up on that sometime soon. Here's my number...well, Allison's number. I'm not sure how long I'll be there, but it's where you can reach me, at least for the next few days. It will be nice to have a new friend in town." She scrawled her number down on her napkin with traces of chocolate on the edges. Her bracelet jingled a bit as she wrote and I noticed that she had a silver ring on almost every finger. I took her number and offered her mine. She and Allison hurried out of the ice cream parlour and drove off. I wondered whether I would hear from her again and if I didn't whether I should call her or not. I didn't have to wonder for too long. That night I got a call from her. Luckily it was my night off. She told me that the job interview had gone well and that she wanted to play a little pool with me to celebrate. Well, of course I said yes. I gave her my address, and then we said our goodbyes. Now that I knew she was coming over I had other things to worry about. I tidied my loft-style apartment a bit. It's not huge. Basically it's the pool table and a small living area, the kitchen and the bed room in one large room. I lit some candles and put a little jazz on the stereo. I wasn't sure whether she was thinking of this as a date or not, so I didn't want to go overboard, but if she did, I wanted it to be nice. I put on a black tank top and my jeans that have worn out so much that there is a tear right across the bottom of the back pocket, which I knew would show a little skin as I bent down to play pool. Before I knew it, the doorbell rang. When I opened it I was blown away again by Bri's form and irresistible smile. "Hi there, I brought some red wine since this is a celebration and every celebration needs some good wine," she said. "Excellent, let me get some glasses and a bottle opener. Come on in." As I poured the wine I glanced over and saw her picking her cue and chalking it up. I watched her hands as they ran along the stick and yearned for them to caress me in that manner. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" she asked jokingly while staring at the glass I had just poured. I had gotten so distracted looking at her that I'd filled the glass almost to the brim. I laughed at myself and, testing the waters, said, "Why, of course not, why on earth would I want to do a thing like that?" She smiled at me and slyly replied, "I can't imagine a single reason." I gave her my lopsided grin and a bit of a raised eyebrow and brought over her wine and we started the game. As we played we continued to flirt and I was pretty sure she was interested in me. I became even surer of this when I was preparing to shoot and she leaned down on the opposite side of the table, displaying her cleavage and said, "don't get distracted." It was hard not to, but I was determined to beat her despite her feminine wiles. This seemed to be the right tactic as it only made her try harder to distract me. When I was down to the eight ball, she came over and breathed gently on my neck making everything in my body become alert. Then she slipped her hands into my shirt just at the bottom sending shivers all over my body and making me forget about the game of pool entirely. As she did that, she ran her other hand along the rip in my jeans that revealed the curve of my ass making me throb with desire for her. "Don't miss," she whispered into my ear. Well, then I knew I had to get it in, if for no other reason than to end this game and devour this girl. "Eight ball, corner pocket," I said, right before hitting the ball and sinking it perfectly. Right, time to devour. "Looks like you've beaten me," she said. "Looks like I have. Do I get some kind of reward?" "Perhaps. How's this?" she said as she leaned in and her soft lips brushed over mine, teasingly, and then again, staying, kissing. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her entire body to mine, so that I could feel the length of her against me, her breasts against my breasts, her thighs against my thighs, her tummy against my tummy, her sex against my sex. I broke from her lips and began kissing her neck, nibbling and making her gasp, licking along her collarbone, yearning to touch and taste those phenomenal breasts. I began running my hands along her sides, enjoying her curves, then she began slipping her hand under my shirt and I decided to follow suit. I ran my thumbs along her rib cage as she traced her fingers along the small of my back while kissing me deeply, passionately. I began teasing her along the underside of her breast as I pressed my body to her and she leaned back against the pool table. She gasped and began caressing my breast over my bra, lightly, skilfully tracing my aureoles and running her fingers gently over my nipples. I couldn't resist any longer. I unhooked her bra and slipped my hand under it, feeling her naked and erect nipple against the palm of my hand. I began to massage her breasts, feeling her tongue inside my mouth, taking her nipple between my fingers till a moan came from within her and resonated within me. Our lips came apart and we looked into each others eyes, wanting, needing. She tore off my shirt and spun me around so that my ass was pressed up against the table. Then she pushed me back so that I was lying down and stradled me. She took her own shirt off and began kissing me ferverently, from my lips down to my breasts through my bra. She brought the top of my bra down so that my nipples were exposed and began lapping at them in a flicking sort of way, one and then the other. I felt my pussy moisten as I thought of her doing the same thing a little further down my body. I had only to think it for my wish to be granted. She began kissing down my body until she got to the waist of my pants. Once there she slowed down. Then she licked a line across my abdomen then blew on the same area sending shivers and sensations all over my body. Finally she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and drew them down off of my legs. I should have known however that the teasing would not stop there. She had gotten down off the table and I had my legs open in front of her. She drew my hips closer to the edge and I placed my feet on the ledge. She ran her fingers ever so lightly first over my feet and around my ankles, tickling me a bit and making me laugh. Then she started to run them up the outside of my calves and up to my outer thigh. She then went back to the calves and did the same thing on the inside. By this time I was breathing heavily and she could see the wet spot that had appeared on my light blue panties. She gently ran her hand over that spot making me need her more than ever. I couldn't wait any longer and slipped off my panties myself. She looked at my shining pink pussy and said, "God you're beautiful." She licked a curvy line up my thigh, then began kissing my outer lips. I felt her tongue and let out a soft low moan. She licked her way closer to my opening, then began slowly moving her tongue in and out of my hole. When I began twitching she brought her tongue out and rubbed her nose in a light circle around my clit. I gasped and placed my hand upon her head. I felt her smile and then the glorious sensation of her tongue moving closer and closer to my pleasure spot. She finally reached it and ran her tongue in circles, first slowly and gently, then building the pace. I let out a series of moans becoming louder and louder, and when I thought I couldn't take it anymore she slipped two fingers into my cunt and began fucking me while still licking furiously at my clit. I erupted with pleasure, my whole body spasming with a joy I couldn't contain as an "Oh fuck!" escaped my lips. As I was coming down from my orgasm she crawled up beside me and began tracing her hands over my body again. I smiled at her and said, "thank you". "No problem, though I wouldn't mind if you returned the favour," she replied. "Hmm...that's a definite possibility." I grinned, jumped off the pool table, took her hand, and lead her alluringly buxom body into my room. "Are you up for a little adventure?" I asked. She smiled at me with a thirst that I couldn't wait to quench and said, "Always." "Have you ever tried one of these?" I ventured as I pulled out a silicone strap-on from the drawer of my bedside table. Her eyes opened a little wider as she stared at the purple, ribbed shaft with a slight curve at the end and replied in a husky tone, "no, but I'm always up for new things." She watched me closely as I put it on. When I was ready I approached her and ran my fingers along her shoulders. She shivered and smiled. Then I ran my hands over those supple breasts again, drowning in the delight of the texture and the feeling of fullness in my hands. I continued down until I got to her hips, then I drew her to me, kissing her with a slow intensity, building as I heard her heavy breathing match my own. My extra limb pressed against her, putting welcome tension on my already wet and satisfied pussy. I slowly pulled her towards my bed as we continued kissing. She pushed me back and climbed on top of me. Her pussy opened towards me as she straddled me, not letting me enter her yet, but pressing herself up against me none the less. I became more and more excited feeling her hard nipples against my chest mixed with the softness of her breasts, my hands roaming over her curved hips and firm ass as we began slowly thrusting towards each other. She began moaning as my cock rubbed against her clit. She sat up and began rocking slowly back and forth along our purple friend, still not letting it enter her as I ran my hands up her stomach to her breasts. She leaned over me again as I guided her breast to my mouth, sucking on her nipple, then nibbling on it softly. Her breath came harder and faster. I moved on to the next breast, running my tongue in a circle around her aureola as I reached down and began slowly circling her clit with my fingers. She let out a gasp as I began flicking my tongue over her nipple and rolling my finger from side to side over her hard engorged nub. I slid my fingers down, teasing the opening of her honey pot and asked, "Are you ready?" Without saying a word, she led the tip of the dildo towards her succulent cunt and slowly lowered herself down onto it. She looked me in the eyes and said, "why, I think I just might be," as she began slowly sliding up and down my erection. I revelled in the sight of her lithe frame as she rode me, slowly building speed and force against my own still hungry sex, as her breasts began to bounce and I could feel the distant waves of a strong orgasm coming closer to my pleasure spot. Then she slowed down, teasing herself and me. Then she raised herself off of me saying, "I want you to ravish me." With that I stepped off of the bed and pulled her open thighs to the edge of it, her gleaming sex open and waiting for me. I ran my cock slowly around her pussy lips, then up and down her slit, then teasingly across her clit, then finally I slipped my extension into her slowly and deeply until it was all the way in. I held her hips with my hands as I ran the length of it in and out ever so slowly, smiling down at her slyly. I ran my hands up and down her smooth thighs as my heart started beating faster at the sound of her quickened breath. Without even meaning to I had quickened my pace. I leaned over her and looked her in the eyes as I began thrusting into her faster and faster. When she began moaning I stood upright again and, without decreasing my speed, began circling her clit with my thumb. I kept pushing myself into her, deeper and faster until I could hear my skin clapping against hers in a steady rhythm that was almost drowned out by her verbal expressions of bliss and my own as we both approached the pinnacle of pleasure. I circled her clit furiously as she let out one long cry and I felt my own release wash over me. I slowed as I looked down at her contentedly. I pulled out of her, took the contraption off, and crawled up beside her as she had done for me. I nuzzled her cheek and rest my hand on her tummy as I asked, "So, how did you enjoy your first time?" "Mmmmm......after that I think you can ravish me anytime you like." "Careful now, I might take you up on your offer." "Please do." Ice Cream I am about to describe what I do when I eat Magnum Ice Cream. If you do not know what a Magnum looks like google it. When I get a Magnum I unwrap it slowly. It is either Magnum classic or Magnum Strawberry Vision. I take the wooden handle and first smell the chocolate. The whiff of chocolate makes my mouth water. I start at the front where there is usually a little uneven nub. I poke my tongue out of my mouth to lick it, to smooth the chocolate out. I imagine it to be the front hole/slit I of a cock. After I poke it, I lick over it with the broad side of my tongue. Makeing sure all is even. I then seek out any other uneven surfaces of the ice cream with my tongue. My hand does not move the ice-cream the way I need it. I hold it steady. My head moves forward and around. My tongue twists to reach the hard to reach places. When I encounter anything uneven I lick over it. I imagine it to be a protruding vein on a cock. When all is evened out. I am ready for the next step. The next step always excites me and gets me wet. I open my mouth and lower my head onto the ice cream. Holding my lips tight and gliding the chocolate across my tongue. I do not stop until the ice-cream hits the back of my throat. I like the physical sensation of something gliding over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat slightly choking me. From this point onward I always keep my eyes closed. In my mind have just taken a cock into my mouth. And I hear a male voice praising me, and yet coaxes me to take it even deeper. I only pull my head back when I really really need oxygen. On the way off the Ice-Cream I pull back my head sucking the ice cream and snaking my tongue along the chocolate. I repeat that a few times. Enjoying it all the time. Still having a voice in my mind. If I am alone. I moan, whimper and sigh. If not I am silent but no less enthusiastic. Soon I can feel the chocolate on the side of my tongue getting thin. I flip the ice-cream over. So I can enjoy the sensation just a bit longer. But soon I know I have to stop or the chocolate coating will fall off. I then proceed to the next step. I swirl and twist my tongue around the first 2-3 cm ( centimeter ) of the ice cream. Imagining that it is the head of a cock. Soon I can tell the chocolate is weakening. I take the ice-cream into my mouth, again only 2-3 cm. I am now pressing my lips together hard and sucking with all my might. I imagine only having the head of a cock in my mouth. I imagine my master groaning with pleasure. The combination of my actions causes the chocolate to break where my lips have incased it and the chocolate pieces get sucked into my warm mouth. I move my head away from the ice cream. Savoring the feeling and taste of the chocolate. If I am alone, I moan. But I always start masturbating hands free. Due to belly-dancing for a few years I have superb muscle control in that area and can clench and unclench my muscles at will. Given the proper scenario I need never touch myself to come. After the chocolate melted completely I dive my head back onto the ice cream and cm for cm I am pressing my lips together and sucking away all of the chocolate. I am imagining that I am hungrily devouring a cock. Eliciting moans and words of approval from my master. By now most of the chocolate is gone. And so my sucks sound slurpy. Soon the only chocolate left is the base and I save that for last. My lips are now coated in white vanilla just melted ice cream. I move off the ice cream. And stretch my tongue to clean my lips and around my mouth, that way none of the precious white liquid is lost. I swallow it all and if I am alone I moan and hum my pleasure. If I am not I breathe in deeply and sigh a soundless sigh. I delve back onto the ice cream a few times more but the ice cream is melting to fast and soon the ice cream looses body it can no longer nearly fill my mouth the way I need it. I clench together my muscles strongly in this phase to get the maximum effect. Sometimes I come, but most of the time I don't and am left wanting. I open my eyes again. Intently watching what is left of my ice-cream. I clean the wooden stick of any trace of ice-cream or chocolate. I lick, twist and curve my tongue all around it until only wood can be seen. In my mind I hear my master thanking me petting me on the head. If I have not achieved even a small orgasm I correct that problem. If I am alone. I usually have prepared a dildo and get it out of the freezer it is ice cold now and I feel every cold centimeter. My imaginary master rewards me for a job well done and pleasures me until I climax. I imagine my master asking me to keep up a running commentary of the physical sensations I feel. In between asking me who I belong to. The answer of course is "yours and yours alone". If I am not alone I imagine my master telling me I was a good pet and if I prove myself patient I would be rewarded later. Usually I then use a Vibrating Dildo. The waterproof kind with pearls in it that is slightly crooked and rotates. I usually warm it up in hot water. I then lube the Dildo. I get onto all fours and without preparation shove the Dildo into my cunt. It always hurts a bit. But it is a good hurt. I imagine my Master pounding me from behind. Twisting his hip just a little with each stroke so he hits THAT bundle of nerves. He orders me to hold back my orgasm until he says so. I imagine him grasping my neck choking me a little so I feel faint and weak. I keep a belt that I wind tightly around my neck. If I fear really being choked I change the position of my head. I imagine my Master my perfect Master would know exactly when to loosen his grip. Sometimes instead of choking me I used the same belt to spank myself. The second kind of reward. The none instant one, it usually takes longer. I am not quite as frenzied as when I can come immediately after servicing my master. My record is coming 4 times in the course of 2 hours or so. Usually I am so exhausted I simply collapse. With the Dildo still in me. I pull a blanket around me and imagine it is my Master holding me. Whispering in my ear. Telling me I have served well. Have I wet your appetite? Ice Cream I looked around the restaurant nervously. I used to be really good at the dating thing, but years of not using my dating and flirting muscles had led to their atrophy. Blind dates like this one were especially trying because let's face it; a blind date is like sticking your arm in a geyser. Most of the time nothing happens, but if your timing isn't right you can get hurt pretty badly. A regular date is bad enough. But at least then you've already met the person and know something about them. You've more than likely asked them if they'd go out with you and they've said "yes." That tends to boost a guy's confidence because you have a woman who is already interested in you enough to want to spend some time with you. If it doesn't work out, well that's what dating is about anyway; thinning the herd to find the one for you. Blind dates on the other hand are usually a case where well meaning friends hook up two people who are probably perfect for each other because no one else wants either one of them. The people involved are usually described with terms like, "She's got a great personality," or "He's a great guy." When you get out of your twenties it's even worse. People start wondering why you've never been married. Of course the absolute worst is when you have been married before. If you've been divorced it's like saying that someone else wanted you but once they got a chance to live with you they found out what's really wrong with you and sent you back. I sometimes have the impression of divorced people as being like those characters from that Rudolph the Red nosed reindeer Christmas Special. They belong on the island of misfit toys. I couldn't believe I was that desperate, but here I was. Before I got too far into my mental wanderings a group of women showed up at the door. They all looked through the restaurant. At first I thought they were all together but the way they each looked around told me they weren't. The first one had to weigh four hundred pounds. Oh please don't let it be her, I thought. Whew, dodged a bullet, a woman at another table waved her over. Holy shit please let it be her, I thought looking at the next one. Unfortunately a guy came over to her and took her away. Uh Oh! I might jut have to sneak out of here. The last one was thin, bone thin and about six foot ten. Her neck muscles didn't appear to be strong enough to support the weight of the lenses in her glasses so she was constantly looking down. "Looking for me?" the sultry voice came from over my shoulder. I turned away from "Big Ethel," and was pleasantly surprised. She was about 5' 4" and built like somebody's wife. She was built for comfort. She was neither fat nor overly skinny. She was perfect. She had a few extra pounds on her, but what normal mid thirties woman doesn't. She had collar length rich brown hair that flared out and was longer on one side in the front. Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously. She was still smiling at me. She had generous breasts and well rounded hips. Just a little bit of rounding in the tummy. Her legs had probably been spectacular once and they were still very good. All in all, I was happy. She wasn't a super model; she was the girl next door all grown up. "You are Rudy, aren't you?" she said, bringing me back to reality. "Uhm Rudy," I said smoothly. She laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound in the universe. Suddenly my feet got really interesting to me and I had to look at them. She gently grabbed my chin. "Let me guess. You're a little bit nervous about meeting me, right?" she asked. I nodded. "I think it's really cute. You're a nice looking man. You have nothing to be nervous about. Let's have a great dinner and get to know each other, okay." With only a couple of sentences she'd restored my confidence. Guys really are the ones who need to have confidence on a date. The women are usually the ones who are in control of everything. We ordered, she got some odd sounding thing that she said she loved. I was torn. I really liked this woman and I had to analyze everything I did. Even down to the food I ordered. If I ordered steak, she'd probably think I was overly aggressive and expected to fuck her tonight. On the other hand I also couldn't order "Chicken," in any way shape or form. So I played it safe and got the grilled salmon. It wasn't red meat, but "grilled," still sounded macho enough. We had a very pleasant conversation during dinner. We laughed a lot and smiled at each other a lot too. We seemed to have similar dispositions and I found myself wondering why this woman wasn't married. After the meal she suggested we get some ice cream and go for a walk, because she'd enjoyed the time we had so far and wanted to get to know me more. That was when the fucking train went off the rails. "Ice cream," I hissed. My normally composed face grimaced at the mention of it. "You don't like Ice cream?" she asked gently. I think she was afraid I was going to freak out. Maybe she recognized something in my eyes but her smile came back. "I think there's a story here isn't there?" she asked. I pursed my lips and nodded. "So why don't we pass on the ice cream and just take a walk on the riverfront while you tell me about it?" I paid the check and we walked out the door. We went to the river walk near the restaurant entrance. It was a cool night so I gave her my jacket. The moon was high in the sky and lit up the night and the river beautifully. I really liked this woman and I wanted to get to know her a lot better. In my mind I could see us together so she'd have to know sooner or later. "I've been married before," I began. "I'm a widower." "Me too," she said quickly. "More than once, three times actually." "Well it would have to be something like that with you," I said. "You're so nice I can't imagine anyone ever wanting to leave you, so I didn't think you were divorced." "Aren't you a sweetie," she said grabbing my arm and pulling me closer. In the position we were in my arm was resting against the side of her ample breast and yep it gave me a tent. "Go ahead, tell me your story," she said. "I'd been married for about 8 years when I figured it out," I said. "I'd been out of town on business, and was halfway down the street from our home when I noticed the ice cream truck in front of it. My wife Justine was the last one in line behind two or three kids. She only had on a T shirt and some tight shorts which gave me the impression that she'd been working in the yard. When the last of the kids had paid for his Popsicle and left I noticed Justine get into the ice cream truck and he pulled off. I was shocked. I couldn't think of any reason for her to get into an ice cream truck. I went home and unpacked while I waited for her to return. When she came in she looked at me nervously and I could tell she'd done something wrong. She came over and tried to kiss me, but I pulled away from her. I still hadn't decided what to do yet. The first thing in my head was to file for a divorce first thing in the morning. I rejected that because; A I didn't have any concrete proof. And B in our state, she'd get half of everything. I really didn't like the idea of paying the bitch to continue fucking around on me. I guess deep down inside I loved her and I didn't want to just throw away my happy life. But I think even then I knew that my life with Justine was over. Justine was a beautiful girl. I say girl because even into our thirties she was built like a high school cheerleader. She didn't have any pom-poms but she had everything else. The tight muscular legs, the round little butt. God I loved her. "What's wrong honey?" she asked. "I think I have a cold," I said. "I'm going to take a shower," she smiled. "I'll cook dinner and then we can spend some time together." From the way she said that I could tell she wanted to try to give me some guilt sex. I didn't eat much; actually I just pushed the food around on the plate. "Well if you're not in the mood to eat, maybe we should go take a nap," she said. "Actually I'm not in the mood to sleep either," I said. "Neither am I," she said smiling at me. "Justine, I've been on the road for a while," I said. "I need to do some things." "But..." she said. "Maybe later," I told her. I headed out to the garage. When I really need to think, I wash my car. My car meaning my 2009 Mustang GT 45th anniversary edition, not the Ford Fusion that I drove on my road trips and for work. I didn't go into the house until long after Justine had gone to sleep. I got up early the next morning and left the house. I was too depressed to go to work so I called in. I told my boss I'd picked up a bug and needed a couple of days off to kick it. He was so happy about the sales I'd made on my road trip that he told me to take as long as I needed. I parked my car around the block from us and snuck into the house next door from us. I'd thought about it the previous night. Our neighbors were away for a month and had left their keys with us so we could water their plants and pick up their mail. I decided to see how often my wife fucked the Ice Cream man. I guessed that maybe it would help me to decide what to do next. Boy was I surprised. I was watching the neighbors TV and enjoying myself when I heard a loud roar coming up the street. Shit, I thought. I'd forgotten to put the trash out. I looked out the window and saw Justine wheeling the heavy can out to the curb. Then I saw the trash guy get off the truck and go to help her. He emptied the can into his truck and she wheeled it back to the side of our house. He followed her into the house. I ran around to the side of the house where I could see what was going on. They went into my living room. Justine pushed him down onto my sofa in his dirty overalls. The she pulled out his dick. From my vantage point in the house next door I couldn't answer any of the questions going through your filthy little mind right now. I couldn't tell whether or not he was bigger than me, or the size or shape of his equipment. But realistically all I could tell was that my marriage was over. Justine turned around and impaled herself on him. He reached around and tried to grab her boobs and she pushed his hands away. She bounced herself up and down on him for a few minutes then got up and started talking to him. He didn't seem too pleased. It almost looked like she got off on him and left him hanging. Then she walked him to the door and pushed him out. I looked again through the front windows and saw him kick my door before getting back into his truck and driving down the street. He knocked over a couple of garbage cans and missed a few totally. As pissed as I was at Justine, the sight of that garbage truck tearing through the neighborhood was funny as hell. My laughter was cut short though as my cell phone started ringing. I answered the phone and was shocked. "Rudy, why didn't you sleep in our bed last night?" asked Justine. "I told you, I've got a cold," I snapped. "Well why didn't you come and tell me that? Why didn't you come and kiss me goodbye before you left this morning? You were already away from me for two days. Is something wrong?" she asked. I didn't say anything. "Rudy, I love you. I always have," she said. "Til death do us part." "I have to go," I said. "I have a call on another line." For the rest of the day, until it was time for me to come home anyway I watched her. When the ice cream truck went by she didn't go to it. Maybe she suspected that I knew something or maybe it was just too close to the time when I'd come home and she didn't want to risk it. When she started to make dinner, I ran around the block got my car and drove home. I'm not sure if it was just that the newness of the situation was gone or something else, but the discovery that the ice cream man wasn't the only man besides me who was fucking Justine didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was that she tried to kiss me when I walked in the door. "Why don't we have a quick dinner and then go for a drive?" she asked. Going for a drive was Justine code for, "Let's go somewhere and park, like teenagers do." I have to admit we did that a lot. We'd drive to a nice secluded spot and start out with a few gentle kisses that often evolved into full blown hard core sex barely out of the eye of anyone passing. I'd always known that Justine had a bit of a kinky streak to her, but before now, it excited me. "I'm not feeling up to it tonight," I said. "Besides we've done that hundreds of times." I was starting my own code now. That one meant "Not only are you never getting your skanky ass in my Mustang again, but I'm not fucking you either." "But you've always said that you'd never get tired of..." she began. She really did look hurt. I couldn't understand her. This was like something out of the fucking twilight zone. She's cheating on me with I still have no idea how many guys, but she acts like she's hurt because I'm not tripping over myself to screw her. How much sex does she need? Does she have a quota? Does she have to screw a certain number of guys a week to live? "Justine, just give me a few days to get over this bug I picked up," I said. "It's got me feeling really bad. I'm also kind of short tempered, so sometimes I say the wrong things." She nodded her head. "Well would you like me to get you a cup of tea and just lie down and hold you like we did when you had the flu last year?" she asked. "That was so nice. Well I know it wasn't nice for you with the fever and you throwing up and the headaches. But for me it was wonderful. I was just lying there taking care of the man I love, seeing to his every need. The only thing more romantic would have been if you'd told me to get off the pill and have your baby." Of course I didn't say anything, but I'm sure you can tell what was going through my mind. How the hell would we know whose baby it was? Please stay on the pill. I don't need my divorce complicated any further. I grunted to acknowledge that I'd heard her because she was looking like I was supposed to say something. What should I say? "Justine I'm really worried about you picking this up from me," I said. "Maybe I should just order a pizza and hit the guest room." "No," she said sharply. "I love you, Rudy. Whatever you have, I'll risk it. I don't want to spend another night without your arms wrapped around me." Then unexpectedly she reached out and put her hand on my forehead. "You don't have a fever," she said. We decided to compromise. She'd stay on her side of the bed in deference to my worrying about her picking up my illness. But I'd sleep in our bed so she could be near me. With that settled she went into the kitchen to finish making dinner, after telling me that if I was sick I needed good nutritious food, not pizza. Maybe my confusion makes sense now. I just could not figure this woman out, not that any man has ever been able to figure any woman out, but this was the woman who until yesterday I loved. On one hand she was screwing at least two other men. On the other she claimed to love me deeply and seemed genuinely concerned about my welfare. Both scenarios seemed to be true. But how could they be? If she loved me so fucking much how could she disrespect me that way? It made no sense. After dinner, she went into the bathroom and came out in an outfit that reminded me of when we were younger. She had squeezed herself into her old cheerleaders skirt and top and nothing else. She stood right in front of the TV I was trying to watch and started stretching. Then she turned around and bent over right in front of me. She followed that up by doing some really high kicks. Every time she kicked I could see that she wasn't wearing panties. Finally she rolled onto her back and spread her legs as far as she could. Her pussy seemed to be winking at me. "Just lay down," she said. "I'll do all of the work. It's been three days Rudy." As I looked into her vagina, I no longer saw the warm fuzzy place I'd nicknamed "My space." I saw a giant vat full of who knew what noxious substances. It was probably a combination of rancid Ice Cream, garbage and every STD known to man. The thought that I'd fucked her only the day before I went on my trip filled me with fear. My stomach was becoming very unsettled. "I could just give you blow job," she cooed. "And if you wanted to you could eat me." What followed was not pretty. We had just finished dinner, which only gave me more ammunition. If there's a category in the Guinness book of records for most powerful projectile vomit, my picture would be next to it. The undigested vegetables from the soup we'd eaten were all over the place. Her skirt was probably ruined, and I'm sure at least a couple of chunks of carrot made it inside of her. "You really are sick aren't you?" she asked. "My poor baby." "I think I should sleep in the guest room after all," I said. Once again before I could even explain why, she cut me off. "No, Rudy. No chance," she said. "I love you, you're stuck with me." The part of me that still loved her leaped to the front then. Somehow after seeing her fuck two men in less than 24 hours, it was still trying to find reasons why her behavior wasn't really bad. Maybe that's it, I thought. Maybe it's the fact that I've been away from home for two days and didn't fuck her last night? If that was true, then I should be climbing the walls because I'd been faithful to her. But she seemed so desperate to prove to me that she loved me. Later that night when I slid into bed next to her, she rolled over near me, and mumbled that she loved me. That actually made me cry, she was asleep and still claiming she loved me. You can't fake that. What was going on? The next day, after parking my car around the block again and making it to my neighbor's house, I started watching her again. I'd thought to bring my binoculars this time. As I watched her thawing meat and getting things together for that evening's dinner despite the way I felt I smiled. She was cutting steak into smaller pieces. She also had peppers, bean sprouts and mushrooms. There was no doubt she was making my favorite dinner. She went out on the deck to tan. I could hear her humming to herself as she thumbed through a magazine. She looked really good in her swimsuit. Even after all of this time she could still get me excited. God I was going to miss her. Then she looked over at the house I was watching her from. I thought for a second that she knew I was there. But she just smiled and started talking to herself. Maybe she was just bored and lonely. I guess we all talk to ourselves occasionally. But she wasn't just talking to herself. She was talking to me. Luckily the window facing our deck was open a few inches and I could hear her as well as see over our privacy fence. She probably thought that with the neighbors out of town no one could see or hear her. "Okay Rudy, how do you like these?" she asked as she pulled the straps of her top down and exposed her tiny breasts. Then she wriggled out of her bottoms. My dick was as hard as firewood. She started lightly rubbing her crevice with her fingertips as she spoke. "No Rudy, you're still too sick," she said, her words choked with lust. "Oh alright, you can lick my pussy but only because you're my husband and I love you. She was gently stroking her labia and her head was starting to loll from side to side. "Stop it Rudy," she snapped. "No fucking, Rudy!" I couldn't help it. I pulled down my pants and started rubbing my dick too. There was just something dirty about jerking off while watching your own wife doing herself, while she imagined it was you. Then as I stroked my dick, trying to synchronize our movements she stuck the first finger inside herself. "Oh Rudy," she said. "Ruuuuuuudeeeeeeeee!" As her hips started lifting off the lounge she reclined on in time to her calling out my name, I lost control too. I sprayed cum all over my neighbor's wall. I hadn't shot off like that in a while. Ice Cream Justine was just coming down from her own personal mountain as I looked back at her. "Anytime you want it baby. I love you Rudy," she said. I felt like an ass, for spying on her. She drifted off for a slight nap, obviously spent. I wanted to warn her. Justine don't fall asleep in the sun, you'll burn. But not being psychic, she didn't receive my thoughts. I looked at her body. She still had an athlete's body. Thin tapering thighs with sculptured calves that where just a bit too big to be truly proportionate. I loved it when she wrapped those powerful legs around my waist to prevent me from pulling out of her. Slim hips but a full protruding butt, like two half globes that made seeing her in a skirt a religious experience. Her tight tummy still flat though we'd both passed thirty. And those two tiny A cup breasts that were so sensitive that I could probably get her nipples hard by blowing on them from here in the house next door. That was the body I loved. It was mine damn it. I'd said the vows and gone through the courtship and the rituals to earn it. I'd taken care of that body for the whole time that we'd been married. I've fed it, clothed it, bathed it, lotioned it, massaged it, licked it and fucked it. How dare she give some asshole my body? I decided then and there that I'd try to save my marriage. Maybe I could forgive her for fucking those two guys. Actually it was only a guy and a half, because the garbage man didn't get to finish. Justine clearly loved me as much as she said she did. A while later she went into the house to start the meat simmering. Then I heard it, the clanking and the squealing of brakes. An NPS truck pulled up in front of our house. Justine quickly got up and went into the house. She threw on a T shirt and a pair of shorts as she passed the bedroom and went to the door. She answered the door and spoke to the driver for a few minutes. Then he went back to his truck and she followed him. She went into the truck with him. I thought that was against the rules. They stayed in the truck for a while. When she came out of the truck pulling her shorts back up, I'd changed my mind. There was no way I could stay married to her. As much as I loved her, it was over. Over the next few days I made a decision. I took a couple of weeks of vacation time to get a handle on my home situation. I think my boss kind of got an idea of what was going on, when I asked him about taking her name off of my insurance policies and off of my health insurance. He told me to take as long as I needed, and if it came to it to let him know if I needed to change my situation. I consulted several lawyers but none of them had any good news for me. We lived in a joint property state. The very best I could hope for was to get out of the marriage with my self esteem. And the way seeing her fucking other guys had left me, I really no longer had that. It all came down to community property. The best I could really hope for would be a fifty/fifty split of our assets regardless of who did what. Basically guys, your wife can fuck a football team in front of you and ask you to hold their dicks while they force them in, and she's still going to get half of your shit. Unless you have kids, then you'll get even less. If she has a job, and makes less than you do, you have to pay her. If she doesn't have a job at all you have to pay her even more. If she has a job and makes more money than you do, you don't get dick. Obviously the law was not on my side. I found myself wishing that all of those times a good looking woman had come on to me while I was on the road and I had said "No, I'm married," could be done over. I'd have a kid in every state in the fucking union. By the end of the next week I was ready to go back to work. I had Justine's schedule pretty much down. On Monday she fucked the Ice Cream man. Tuesday was for the garbage guy. Wednesday the mailman made his delivery and Thursday was for the NPS man's package. Friday, Saturday and Sunday were supposedly all mine. Every weekend since we'd been married if I didn't have to travel for work we were inseparable. We always had been. I thought about my options. I had three. I could pretend that I didn't know what was going on and hope that this was just a phase she was going through. I'd be hoping that her love for me would win out in the end and she'd stop. Of course there'd be nothing to prevent her from starting up again. The next option was to confront her and order her to stop. I'd tell her strongly that if she didn't cease and desist we were through. We'd of course have to go to counseling, which would cost me money. I loved the idea of having to pay money because she couldn't keep her legs closed. Option 3 of course was the divorce. To go ahead bite the bullet, take my lumps and hope for a considerate judge who wouldn't make me pay her for too long. I'd also be hoping that she'd find someone else to fuck and marry them. That way would be better than if she just moved some guy in with her. In that case I'd be paying him to fuck her. And make no mistake about it life is not good for divorced guys. I'd be stuck in some shitty little economy apartment, barely able to afford food. Shit the insurance for my Mustang would probably bankrupt me. Good Lord my future was so bright, I needed to wear shades. Maybe I could get a part time job working on one of those suicide hotlines. By the time I went back to work, I was a bundle of nerves. It seemed like I was being set upon from all directions. At home Justine was all over me. She was as randy as a cat in heat. She sometimes even took my hand and stuck it down in her shorts juts to show me how much she claimed she wanted me. Of course I got into the habit of washing my hands with one of those industrial strength cleansers as soon as she touched me. You know the kinds that are so strong they strip the skin off of you like acid. There was also the time that she tried to hurt my baby. She came over while I was waxing my car. I'd just spent an hour washing it and was almost done. She had on a skirt so short you could smell her brains, and she lifted one of her legs and put it up on my hood. She actually left a trail of her juice on the car and showed it to me to let me see how wet she was. In our younger days I'd have fucked her right there in the driveway. But that day, realizing how cooties can fuck up a paintjob, I rewashed and waxed the whole car. I scrubbed extra hard the area where she'd left her slime trail. I guess that was really the straw that broke the camel's back. While we had dinner that night and she stared into my eyes telling me it was time. I realized that it was. "Do you know what I'm talking about?" she cooed smiling at me. "Uh huh," I said, smiling right back at her. In my mind I was thinking it's time for me to be rid of your cheating ass once and for all. Up until she slimed my Mustang, I'd been content to just play the waiting game because as bad as I felt, there are worse things than having a pretty woman hanging on your every word, and seemingly worshipping the ground you walk on. If I could have just gotten over the fact that she fucked four other guys all the time, life would have been a fucking paradise wouldn't it? "It's time for us to have a baby," she said. "I don't care what we said about waiting until we were a certain age. I don't care about all of the trips we wanted to take or how much money we needed. I don't care about us having a bigger house. You're all I need. And you'll be all our baby needs. You're getting better. I think this flu is finally letting up on you after almost three weeks. You've almost got your strength back baby, so it's time for you to shoot a baby in me." Women just have this way of fucking up everything you plan. We'd both always wanted a house full of kids. She came over and got on her knees in front of me. She kissed my hand like she was going to propose to me. "Will you solemnly swear to fuck the shit out of me?" she asked me seriously. "You do know that yours is the only sperm that's ever been in here?" she said rubbing her crotch. It took a Herculean effort. But I managed to keep my composure. I even managed to keep my facial expression unchanged. The bitch was a sociopath. She was as good a liar as some of the salesmen I knew. The kind of person, who can swear to you that the special fuel treatment they're selling you will increase your horsepower, clean your fuel injectors and seal leaky gaskets all at the same time. Deep down they know that it's only gas they're selling you. But they're charging you 50 bucks for two ounces of it. "Pour it into your gas tank," they say. Justine didn't know that I knew about the other four guys she was fucking on a regular basis. Maybe she was telling all of us the same shit. That way she could multiply her chances of getting pregnant. Shit, how would we ever know who the lucky guy who rang her bell really was? Two's company, six is a fucking crowd. I had to get free of Justine one way or another. And looking at her as she knelt before me smiling, I realized that I hated that bitch with every fiber of my being. She had taken the love I'd given her for all of these years and perverted it into something ugly. I felt something in the pit of my stomach again, but this time it wasn't bile or vomit. This time it was hate, and it burned. In fact the fire was burning so bright that as she looked at me I felt warm all over. Yeah I knew what Justine wanted. She wanted a fucking baby. Well I knew what I wanted too. After three weeks with my head up my ass I finally knew what I wanted. I wanted revenge. I wanted revenge not just against my supposed loving wife, but against all of her lovers as well. Each and every one of those bastards needed to feel my touch. Yep, I know what all of you intelligent sensitive enlightened guys out there are thinking. Oh God. He's gonna go Neanderthal. How pitiful can he be to have to resort to violence? Others of you are thinking that it wasn't those guys who betrayed me. They're just looking for a piece of ass just like you'd be. If I need revenge it should be on my cheating ass wife. Every single one of those guys knew that we were married, but they fucked her anyway. There's no missing that big ass diamond on her finger. They deserved what they were going to get. I needed to do each one of them individually. It needed to be personal. There was also the fact that having a barbecue and inviting all of them and her mom and then showing video of her fucking them, while it sounds great in those stories on the internet was not an option. There were several reasons why I couldn't do that. One, they didn't know me from Adam and they would probably be very suspicious if I just suddenly invited them to a party. Secondly the asshole in me wanted more than just humiliation or embarrassment. I made up my list and started doing my research. Some of these guys would be easy, others would be difficult. And I couldn't forget the love of my life now could I? I hired a private detective to get me some information on them. I decided to start with the NPS driver because he'd be one of the toughest. I was wrong. Within two hours and two hundred dollars my PI called back with a file on him. His name was Riley Smithson, he was twenty-eight years old. He was married to his high-school sweetheart Darla. They had a two year old daughter and he was taking management courses at night hoping to someday move into a management role at NPS. I also found out which NPS center he worked out of. I decided to start there. I drove over to the center where Riley worked. I went to the desk where you drop off packages that you want to return or pick up packages that you've missed delivery on three times. There was a very cheerful mid twenties lady behind the counter. As she looked to see if there were any packages for me or my address I spotted someone I could really use. In the area where the trucks were being prepped to go out I spotted her. She was probably about 5 foot nothing, about 200 pounds and her mouth was the loudest thing on the loading dock. She had nothing good to say about any of the guys working there. The woman behind the counter returned to tell me that she couldn't find any packages for me. When she saw where I was looking, she shook her head. "That's Nancy," she said. "She's a bitch. Everyone around here thinks that she only acts like that because she needs a good stiff...Well you know what I mean." I did indeed. Only I wouldn't be the one giving it to her if I could help it. But who knows how far I'd stoop in the name of vengeance? "I'm going across the street to get my God damned coffee," screamed Nancy. "When I get back all of this shit had better be taken care of." She continued ranting for at least another 5 minutes. I quickly left and went across the street to the Starbucks. There were only three or four tables available. So I took the center one. A few minutes later Nancy waddled in. She waved at a waitress and was a regular so she had a big steaming cup of coffee in front of her before I ever got served. I pretended to be looking at her out of the corner of my eye, but I did it in a way that while very obvious, appeared that I was trying not to get caught. I also got up and walked past her several times. Each time I did I made it a point to look at her humongous rack and then look away. After my second trip to the magazine rack she was staring at me open mouthed. Finally she just picked up her cup and came over and sat down at my table. "What the fuck is your problem?" she snapped. I looked at her as if someone had just killed my puppy in front of me. The look on my face bespoke unimaginable pain and anguish. Some of it was real. I'd channeled how bad I felt when I discovered that Justine was fucking around on me. The look of anger on her face was reduced some. She looked at me with interest. "Oh you'd never understand," I said sadly. "How could someone who looks like you relate to what I'm going through?" "What are you talking about?" she asked. She'd moved her arms apart and was leaning forward now and I could see her breasts in all of their glory. They were fucking awesome. If you took them off of her body and put them onto someone else, I could love that person. "You made me lose track of what I was here for," I said. "As soon as I saw you I had to get a better look at you, so I came over here. I'm sorry, but God you're..." "I'm what?" she asked. "Are you saying you followed me?" I could tell she was intrigued. She leaned even farther forward. Her deep cleavage was fully on display now. I could even see the darkening of the skin near one of her areolas. If she moved anymore her shirt would fall open and her nipples would be on display. "My marriage is over," I told her. "The last straw was finding out she was fucking another guy. But I have no proof. If only I could catch them in the act like they do on TV. I could get my divorce and be free to find someone new myself. Someone like..." Her eyes got bigger than those giant sized donuts they try to sell you with your coffee. "Who is this bastard?" she asked. "He's one of your truck drivers," I said slowly. "But don't worry about that. I'll figure something out. Coming here today and seeing you has been the best thing that's happened to me since I found out. I'm sorry and I'm sure you're married or taken but don't be surprised to see me show up from time to time just to look at you." "I'm Nancy," she said. And she smiled. That smile changed everything. Her face went from the pure evil I'd seen at the NPS center to that of a reasonably attractive woman. "Rudy," I said smiling back. "Why don't you walk me back across the street," she said. I could tell she was trapped between needing to go back to work and wanting to stay with me. We got up and left Starbucks. As we crossed the street I grabbed her hand as if I wanted to make sure she was safe. She looked at me smiling so hard it looked like her face was split in two. When we got behind her building she slowed down. She was walking so slowly that I thought it would take hours to get to the door that she had to go in. She was clearly stalling. I pulled her into an alcove and hugged her hard. Her eyes got even bigger but she didn't resist. I grabbed her around her waist pulling her into me even tighter and heard her moan. Our position caused her huge soft breasts to flatten against my chest and stomach but she didn't care. I let my hands drop until they were just above her big butt and then stopped. Her head was already tilted back and her eyes were closed. I rubbed her back and quickly stuck my index finger into my mouth and wiped a blob of spit under my right eye. The first thing you need to know is that I'm a guy. I'm very healthy and I hadn't had sex since I discovered that Justine was cheating on me, at least not with anyone other than myself. Nancy could not only feel the hardest erection I'd had in weeks pushing against her, she was rubbing herself back against it. When I said, "No!" it really wasn't what she wanted to hear. I truly believe that Nancy would have pulled her pants down and fucked me right there in broad daylight if things had continued. Her eyes snapped open as if the loss of contact between us was painful. "Huh?" she said. "Then her eyes zeroed in on the blob of spit under my right eye. She thought it was a tear as I'd intended. "No," I said even sadder and slower. "Why?" she whined as if I'd just told her that even though she held the winning ticket in the lottery she couldn't have the prize. "Because no matter what Justine has done, I'm not a cheater," I said. "I want you badly, but it has to wait. At least until I get my divorce. How would my next woman be able to trust me, if I'd cheated on the previous wife?" She weighed my words heavily and as usual in human nature only heard the words she wanted to hear. All she heard was, "Next woman," and "Previous wife." Those two phrases in her mind already had us married. She grabbed my hands and pulled them back on her thick waist and held them there. "I don't want to let you go," she said stepping forward again until her breasts were again pushing into me. I really don't think that was her goal though. Within seconds she was again rubbing against my tit hardened dick with gusto. "No," I said again, noticeably weaker though. She stuck a surprisingly dainty finger against my lips silencing me. Then she pulled my hands slowly up from her waist to her breasts. When I left their softness and felt the nipples start to tent the material of her blouse I almost ruined my shorts. "Did I cause this?" She said rubbing my pants covered dick with her hand. I nodded vigorously and stifled a moan. She squeezed it and I gasped. "When we get together, you won't even think of going anywhere else," she said. "But I have to admit I like the fact that you take your promises seriously. So as much as I'd love for us to call in sick right now, I'll honor your wishes. But don't take too long." She reached into her pocket and extracted a piece of paper. She tore off a corner of it and circled it with a finger. "This is my work number. I get a break at three this afternoon. Call me then and I'll give you my home and cell numbers," she said. Then she walked away leaving me there. I swear there was much more sway in her ass as she walked away than there had been. And me, like I said I'm a healthy guy. I hoped I didn't have to spend any time alone with her. Yep she's a big girl, but once you got past her evil facade she warms up quickly. I was sure that if we were ever thrown together like that again, I'd fuck her. Even though I really did want to remain faithful to my cheating wife until we filed. The rest of my plan should go easily. As I returned to my, Mustang I called Riley's house. I spoke to Darla and told her that I worked for NPS and Riley was going to be the first of our monthly Driver awards. He'd get a certificate, a day off with pay and a two day stay at his choice of a list of hotels. I wasn't sure of when next week he'd get the award because we wanted to surprise the drivers somewhere on their route. She assured me that she's be ready at any time I called her and that she'd keep the secret until then. Ice Cream I had to hurry up with my plans, if I wanted to do all of this next week. Riley was taken care of. My PI had arranged a meeting for me with a few members of a local gang. Once we got past the posturing and agreed on a price for what I wanted things went really smoothly. Over the next two days I watched Justine and she was still keeping to her schedule. I had noticed that her liaisons were very quick, never lasting longer than 10 minutes and in some cases even shorter. I met with a pimp who put me in touch with an electrician. For the finder's fee I paid him he offered to throw in a freebie with one of his girls. I declined, although I was tempted. I met with my former gardener's brother. He was the black sheep of a hard working family. He wanted to go out of town to try and start his life over. He wanted to totally get out of the illegal racket he was in, but he still owed a gambling debt. It wasn't much, twelve hundred dollars but when you don't have a job it might as well be a million. I told him that I'd give him the money as soon as he did what I needed. He was very happy, he didn't have to kill anyone...exactly and it would take five minutes or less and he could leave town immediately afterwards. So I had plans for everyone except the ice cream man and him I intended to handle personally. So that Thursday I broke the news to Justine that I had to go out of town again. It would only be for three days and then I probably wouldn't have any more trips for a long time. "How long will you be gone this time?" she asked. I couldn't believe her. She was both pissed and sad at the same time that I was leaving. "What's wrong Justine?" I asked. "I don't want you to go," she said in a little girl voice. "You've been sick and weak ever since you got back from your last trip. I haven't had any dick since before you left for that one. Rudy I want to have your baby. I know I should be okay with this because you've always done it but I just don't want you away from me." God damn it she was actually crying because I was going out of town for two frigging days. I couldn't help it. I hugged her and she started moaning with just that small amount of contact. When I pushed her away I could see anger there. "When you come home, if you're not ready for sex, we're seeing a doctor," she snapped. Okay most of you know that there was no business trip. But I did want to be out of town. Just before I left I took out the fuse that controlled our air-conditioning unit. I knew that Justine wouldn't be able to handle the heat in the house for very long. Less than a half hour after I left she called my cell phone. I told her to look in the top drawer of my desk, there she'd find the business card of a guy who was both and electrician and an air-conditioning tech. Two hours later I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. I answered it tentatively. "Hey, Rudy, this is Mario. That was the weirdest fuck I've ever had," he said. "You fucked her already?" I asked. My heart crumbled. Not only had Justine fucked someone that she'd known for what an hour at most, but she'd fucked Mario in our house. "She told me that she might call me tomorrow too, but that would be the last time," he said. "I'm pretty sure that she got what you wanted, but it wouldn't hurt to give her another dose to be sure." "Whatever," I said. "I'm telling you though, the bitch wouldn't even let m..."he began before I cut him off. "Gotta go," I said sharply. As much as I hated Justine right then, hearing the details of what she'd let him do and not do wasn't going to do my ego any good. But it did stoke that fire for revenge that was still burning in my belly. I spent Saturday at a car show in Michigan. It was called Mustang Memories. There were over 800 Mustangs there from all eras of the Pony car's history. I got a lot of ideas for customization of my car. I decided to wait until my marriage was done to start working on it though. One of the most amazing things I saw at the show wasn't actually a car. It was a woman. Okay why not? Once again I am a healthy male, so I'm gonna look right? Anyway she had to be the most beautiful woman in the world. She had long kind of curly reddish hair and she drove a grabber orange Mustang with green trim and accents. Every time I saw her I couldn't look away. Anyway after a few hours of gawking at the russet haired beauty I decided to go home. I was sure that Mario had already fucked Justine again by then so there was no point in me staying away from home any longer. The first step of my plan was over. I had my revenge against Justine, now for the rest. I went home early. I pulled into the driveway, my presence announced by my Mustang's deep droning Magnaflow exhaust system. I went into the house and collapsed on the sofa. Justine came in and straddled me. She told me how much she'd missed me and how much she loved me. I kept looking around the room. "What are you looking for?" she asked. "I don't know," I said. "I was just thinking about all of those movies and stories where the husband goes out of town and while he's gone..." Justine laid her head back and laughed. "I'd never do that," she said. "No cheating here." Then she took my hand and put it on her pussy. "This belongs to you," she said. "I swear to you on my father's grave that no man has deposited his seed in me since before we were married. In fact since the day we met." I looked in her eyes and couldn't detect any signs of deception or lying. It made me feel really bad about what I'd done to her. "I'm not a saint," she continued. "There have been a couple of cases where I've been touched in places that are off limits. But that's all. Not even a kiss. You're the only man I love, or will love for my whole life." "What about this touching thing?" I asked. "Don't worry about it," she laughed. "Oh my God, you're jealous. You do still love me. I have to admit I was a little worried since we haven't you know...In weeks." I decided right then and there if she could lie, I could too. She was rubbing her crotch against me in little circles and cooing as she did it. My reaction was instantaneous. She lifted her shirt and rubbed her bra-less mounds. "Ooh someone still wants me, don't they?" she asked. "Someone still wants to fuck his dirty little wife, even though she's growing old. I can feel it getting harder," she slurred. "Oh shit," I screamed my face in mock agony. I fell to the floor and started holding my crotch and rolling back and forth. I hope I wasn't too far over the top. "What's wrong Rudy?" she screamed. Again If I wasn't so sure that she was some kind of pathological lying champion I'd have been thrown. She really seemed to be concerned. "Justine," I looked into her eyes. "I haven't been truthful with you these last few weeks," I said. She looked at me seriously. "You slept with some whore while you were on the road and you've got a disease," she snapped. That seemed really funny to me. It was probably her worst fear. Cheaters always think everyone else cheats. "Of course not," I snapped right back. "I'd never cheat on you no matter what." She looked relieved. "Then what is it?" she asked. "You know how you're always talking about how low my Mustang sits and how you can't get into it or out of it without showing your panties to the world?" I asked. She nodded her head. "Well while I was out of town last time, I got out of the car awkwardly and injured myself. It's a common sports injury, but it's embarrassing, and painful. I know I should have told you, but until today it was almost healed. Another week or two and I'll be as good as new," I said. "Oh my God," she said. "Please don't tell me you've got a groin pull." I nodded and she started laughing. "See that's why I didn't say anything," I said. "Sweetie I'm not laughing at you," she said. "I'm laughing out of relief. I thought that I didn't turn you on anymore. I honestly thought that you didn't want to have babies with me." The rest of the day went well. We cuddled a lot. I didn't mind that because I knew that I couldn't catch it from that. I even gave her a few gentle kisses, without tongue. I told her that deeper kisses would get me excited and pull on my groin muscles. Every article I've read says that you can't get it from kissing but I couldn't take the chance. Monday I called her from work and told her that I'd be about an hour late. I figured that I'd let her have her last time with the ice cream man. One week from today my marriage would end. Tomorrow the revenge would begin. I'd start taking her toys away from her one piece at a time. Tuesday morning I got up at the usual time. For some reason it just seemed different. The colors seemed brighter. Sounds were more intense. Smells were even stronger. It was like I'd gotten all of my senses back after having them dulled by a tragedy or accident. I actually fucking skipped out to my Mustang. Justine came to the door for a goodbye kiss. "You're driving the Mustang today?" she asked. I just smiled and nodded. After I drove away from my house I called Nancy on my cell phone. I'd been calling her twice a day since we met. We'd gotten to the point where our conversations could have gotten me in trouble if I was a politician, but we hadn't seen each other since that first day. I'd assured her that it was because if we'd seen each other, I was afraid of what might happen. "Good morning Beautiful," I said. "Good morning, Honey," she replied. "I was just thinking about you." "Were they good thoughts?" I asked. "Nope, not at all," she smirked. "I was dreaming that some nasty man was licking and sucking my big titties and then he started sticking his fingers up into my nether regions. And I couldn't stop him. He was out of control. Then he stuck his thingy into my private place." She gasped loudly and I realized that she was masturbating as we spoke. The screeching of tires snapped me back to reality. Nancy had me so worked up that I'd gone through a stop sign and nearly got my car T-boned. "Nancy, I can't wait any longer," I hissed over the phone. "I want you so badly. I just drove through a stop sign and almost died. I think I might need some help arranging this divorce." "It's about fucking time," she said. "What do you need me to do?" I filled her in on my plan, and she agreed to it instantly. I smiled inwardly. Another domino had just fallen into place. I left the office at about nine a.m. so I could be there and watch the garbage man have his fun. As they had before he came up into my driveway to help Justine with the can. The helpful bastard even helped her wheel it back up the driveway to the side of the house where they left it and went in. I made a call and my people knew it was time. Before Justine and the garbage man had even closed the door, eight gang members got out of parked cars. They went straight to the garbage truck nodding at me in my place of concealment. As they started the noisy truck up, the garbage man ran out of the house. His dick was waving in the wind as he tried to fasten his overalls and get to his truck. I was video-taping it. He yelled at the guy in the truck. The guy then locked the doors and said, "No speak English, Fuckwad. See Ya." Then he drove away in the truck. The Garbage man was pissed. He tried to chase the truck down the street and soon found himself surrounded by gang members. There were some words exchanged which was probably a mistake on his part, but he was pissed. The fight that followed was so one side you couldn't even call it a fight. They punched him over and over until he went down. Then they stomped him and kicked him until he was unconscious. All while beating him they let him know how stupid it was to fuck around with married women. They spent a considerable time on his genital area even though I hadn't asked for that. I guess they threw it in for free. I guess someone had called the cops because sirens were heard heading in our direction. All of the guys melted into the background long before the first cop car showed. When the car did arrive all they found was the garbage man barely breathing lying in a pool of his own blood. I mailed a copy of the video disk to the city's Sanitation dept. I knew it would take a couple of days at least to get to his immediate supervisor through the chain of command. That was exactly what I wanted. When he regained consciousness he'd probably try to make up a story about how he was working when he was attacked. Once his boss got that disk and saw him running out of my house with his dick still out while his truck was being stolen, his career would be over. I licked my finger and made an imaginary mark on my invisible chalk board. When I got home that night Justine was just a little bit edgy. The funny thing was that she didn't know a thing about what had happened to the garbage man until one of our neighbors came over and told us about it. Even funnier was that finding out that she didn't even know the name of the man who had been fucking her every Tuesday for I don't know how long. I held her close as we watched TV Tuesday night. "How long?" she asked. "Maybe another week, ten days at the most," I replied. "I'd wait for you forever," she said. You will bitch, I thought. Wednesday morning arrived and I found myself being squeezed by a snake. It was a Justine snake. She had wrapped both her arms and legs around me so tightly that I couldn't get loose without waking her if I tried. "Love you, so much," she mumbled as I headed for the shower. "Neither rain, nor sleet, nor hail," I said. "Huh?" she said, her eyes snapping open. "I love you and next week we'll be fucking without fail," I said. She smiled and went back to sleep. I left for work seriously convinced that every color in the spectrum was somehow brighter. At about three p.m. that afternoon I called Justine. Our mailman usually got there at about 10 after three. I wanted her to know that I was at work. I had my secretary talking to me in the background to help verify in her mind that I was at work. I was. When Bill Pinder, our married mailman walked down the street he didn't know that he was being video-taped. He delivered a letter or two to the house next door and then wheeled his cart to my house. Even though he didn't take any letters with him he marched up to the door where he was met by Justine. They went inside closing the door behind him. Exactly six minutes later he came out of the house with a frustrated look on his face, zipping his pants up as he walked. Before he got to his cart with its several cans of mace attached, the pit bull slammed into his side knocking him down. The enraged dog ravaged him for several minutes, it had happened so fast he hadn't had a chance to scream. Once he did start screaming there was no one around to respond. As the dog continued mauling him, snapping several bones and tendons the tape continued to roll. Finally a shrill whistle pierced the air and the dog immediately left the bleeding body of the man and ran across the street and jumped into a waiting van that pulled away. The van drove to the end of the block and onto the freeway. As far as I know it never returned to our state and at least when it took off, had no plates. The prognosis for the mailman wasn't good. He had several injuries to the tendons that controlled his limbs alone that would render him unable to walk for several years. He'd also lost a couple of fingers so sorting the mail as a back-up plan would not be feasible. His days with the postal service were probably over. So was his marriage. His wife visited him at the hospital. She was very pretty and cared a lot about him. I hated giving the disk to one of the hospital orderlies and having it handed to her. In fact I almost didn't do it. But I looked at that woman and saw something of myself in her, the part where she was hopelessly in love with a person who cheated on her again and again. At least this way she'd know. What she chose to do with the information was up to her. The next day I checked the hospital again. I used the name of one of our neighbors when I signed in at the desk. I figured that they'd never be able to trace my deception unless Arnold Ziggler actually showed up at the hospital at the same time I was there. Anyway the poor mailman's wife had not been to visit him at all that day. The hospital staff was a bit concerned because she'd promised to return first thing in the morning. When they called to find out when she'd visit, she'd told them to tell the cheating bastard to contact her through her attorney and she'd put all of his things in his brother's garage. When I woke up Thursday morning the colors were still a little brighter, but I was nervous. This was the trickiest of my schemes because Justine would be there. That meant that since I wasn't ready for her to know that I knew about what she was doing, that I again couldn't be there, just as on the previous day, when the fact that I was actually at work while the dog was mauling our mailman would paint me as the typical clueless husband, if the police did investigate. Again just minutes before the NPS truck arrived I was on the phone with Justine. When she heard the truck pull up she let me go. From the video that my PI shot the timing was perfect. Justine and Riley had just gone out to the truck when Nancy pulled up in an NPS company car. Riley's wife Darla was with her. Nancy used her key and opened the door of the truck and caught Riley just about to stick his dick into Justine who was bent over a box in the back of the truck. Darla screamed at Riley and ran into the truck punching him several times and bloodying his face. Then she turned her fury on Justine who was trying to sneak away. Darla dove onto Justine's back and punched her four or five times. Then she rolled her over and landed a haymaker to Justine's right eye. Riley was trying to pull his pants up as Nancy snapped picture after picture of him, thinking that they'd help with my divorce. "You are so fired Riley," She screamed in a voice so loud they could hear it in the next state. "But I..." he said. "Take your ass home. Don't even bother coming back to pick up your stuff. We'll send it to you," snapped Nancy. "Uh unh," said Darla. "Don't bother coming home either. I want a divorce. I'm going to take everything you have. You'll never see Megan again and I'm going to sue your whore as well." From what my neighbors later told me Nancy and Darla just got into the car and drove off after that. Riley sat in my driveway bleeding and crying for over an hour before Justine came out onto the porch and told him to leave the property. Well things had gone okay, but not perfectly. I needed to scramble to save things. First off I couldn't go home and find Justine with a black eye. Plus my nosey neighbors couldn't be allowed to tell me what had happened. I had to give Justine a few days to handle things. I called her and told her that I had to go out of town immediately to save one of our biggest accounts. I was going to fly and the company would buy me whatever I needed there. On the good side though, I told her that we'd probably be able to resume marital relations on my return. I told her I was very sorry, but it couldn't be helped. She just said that she'd miss me very much, but she understood. She also said that she would be holding me to my promise to fuck her as soon as I got back, and not a second later. She also made me promise to call her at least three times every day just so she could hear my voice and know that everything was okay. I told her I'd be back late Tuesday. This time I didn't actually go out of town. I did some of the business things that precede a divorce. I didn't cancel any accounts or withdraw anything from them. My savings account had always only been accessible to me. That was because Justine had a shopping problem. If left alone she'd buy everything she could see. So she'd always had access to the checking account and a couple of credit cards in her name that I paid for but nothing else. I did change the direct deposit of my paycheck and bonuses into a new account that I set up but if Justine were to check the balance of our checking account it would be the same as it was yesterday. The only things different would be that there'd be no money going into it from this day forward. Ice Cream I also took two days finding myself a nice new condo that I hoped to move into by Tuesday afternoon. I ordered furniture and had the cable set up after giving the complex manager a deposit. The last thing I had to do was to find a friend. I spent two days in a bbw admirer's chat room until I found just the guy I was looking for. I arranged to meet him in person and sat at a bar telling him about how great Nancy was. I called Nancy and had her meet me at a bar I liked and had Brandon there too. I introduced them and told Nancy that he was a friend of mine. I explained to her that I was well on my way to getting my divorce, thanks to her. I also told her that my lawyer warned me against starting anything until the papers had been signed. She promised to wait for me, but I could tell by the way that she and Brandon were looking at each other that she wasn't going to. Nancy really had been integral to my plan and I wanted her to get something out of this, so I was happy that the two of them hit it off. I liked Nancy, and I'd probably fuck her in a heartbeat but I didn't see a forever kind of love there. Monday morning I called Justine as usual to tell her good morning. She told me that she'd woken up with dark spots under her eyes, and hoped that they'd be gone when I got back. I guess that was the way she was hoping to explain whatever was left of her black eye. "Baby," it wouldn't matter to me if you had two black eyes and looked like a raccoon," I said. "I want you so bad that we might not make it up the driveway tomorrow night. She was really happy hearing that. She started telling me over the phone all of the things she was going to do with me. Some of them I have to admit I had never heard of. Any way I'd always gotten along great with my mother, so when I called her to tell her about my plan to surprise Justine with the great news that I'd been given a sales manager position and wouldn't have to travel anymore, she wanted to be there. I picked her up in the Mustang and on the way we chatted about how loud the car was and how good it felt when the acceleration pushed you back into the soft leather seats. My timing was perfect. Apparently the tragedy that had happened just days ago with Riley hadn't slowed Justine down. Her mother was shocked as we watched Justine look around as if she was making sure that no one could see her and then slipped into the ice cream truck. She hadn't seen us because we were halfway up the neighbor's driveway behind their huge unkempt hedges. "Why is she getting into that truck?" asked her mother. Shock was all over her face. "I don't fucking know but, I'm going to find out," I said, pretending I was angry. Actually I knew exactly what they'd do. To keep the kids from running over to the truck, they'd drive down to the L at the end of our block. It was a dead end and not visible from the main street. She'd be in the truck for about 10 minutes then she'd get out and jog home. That was why she always wore those fucking shorts. Maybe she also wore them because they were easy to get into and out of, but that was just my theory. We pulled in behind the truck and I got out with my mother hot on my heels. I yanked the door open and saw Justine straddle the ice cream man. Before I said anything two cars came screaming up beside mine. One was from the FDA the other was from the city dept of licenses. All of us watched as Justine plunged up and down on the ice cream man only six strokes and then stood up and tried to put her shorts on. "Aw come on baby. You promised me more this time," complained the ice cream man. "Last week you got four strokes this week, you got six. Your math must suck because six is definitely more than four," said Justine. "But I'm st...Oh shit," said the Ice Cream man. "In a lot of trouble," said the man from the FDA. "Your company is going to lose its license," said the man from the city. "And your ass is grass Hector," said a rugged looking woman with tattoos over every bit of exposed skin except her face. The woman turned out to be his wife and the only reason he had a green card. As I walked away from the truck Justine was screaming for me to wait. She needed to explain. As usual her next stupid statement was that it wasn't what I thought. I turned sharply and faced her. "So you didn't just fuck the ice cream man right in front of me your mom and all of those other people?" I asked. "You didn't have sex with him in near proximity to open containers of food that are intended for children?" "Justine how could you be so stupid?" her mother asked. I just got into my Mustang and drove away. Justine called me a hundred and fourteen times that evening. I turned my phone off after the first one, but we live in the digital age so my iPhone's call log shows the number of times she called. Unfortunately since I'd opted for the 32gig iPhone all one hundred and fourteen messages were stored on it. When I showed up for work the next day she was there waiting for me in the parking lot. "Rudy, I love you so much, please let me explain," she begged. She looked like hell. She'd probably been up crying all night. To tell you the truth, I didn't feel that damned bad. As a matter of fact seeing a person who tore your heart out by cheating on you while constantly professing their love for you, upset and hurting does wonders for your soul. I called a security guard over and told him that the woman was harassing me. "But Rudy, isn't this your wife? The one you're always talking about and telling us all how much you love her until we're sick of fucking hearing about it," he said. "That was yesterday," I snapped. His description of her had clearly given Justine even more insight into how much I loved her. Her head hung even lower and she started crying again. "We're about to go through a divorce," I said. "And she can't follow me to work and bother me." Justine collapsed and started moaning, "No divorce, please. It would kill me." Actually she didn't have to worry about that for two reasons which I'll get into later. As I walked away the sun seemed again to be shining just a little bit brighter. After the initial meeting in the parking lot Justine simply ramped up her attempts to speak to me. She inundated everyone we knew with phone calls until they were all begging me to speak to her for the sake of the years we'd had together. That was what they claimed but in reality they all just wanted her to leave them the fuck alone too. She filled up both my personal and business email accounts with tons of letters and messages. She even started having friends of hers call me and beg me to talk to her. Justine was determined not to go gently into that good night. Finally I agreed to speak to her one time if she'd leave me alone after that. She looked at me strangely, but agreed to it. I guess she was thinking that once we'd spoken we'd be on the path to reconciliation so she'd take that risk. She asked me to let her know where I was staying and she'd meet me there. She could make dinner for us and everything. I laughed in her face. "Every night, I take a different route home. I stop for a different amount of time at a different bar each time to make sure that neither you nor anyone else knows where I live," I told her. "I'll come to your house on the night that you choose," I told her. "God damn it Rudy it's our house not my house. I don't have a job. My name isn't even on the mortgage. All I did was pick it and my wonderful husband worked his ass off to buy it so that we and our kids can live in comfort," she said. "Not anymore," I quipped. "Thank you for reminding me. As of tomorrow I'll file a quit claim and transfer the house to you." "But I don't want the house," she cried. "I only want you." "You sure have a funny way of showing me that," I snapped. "Justine if I'm so wonderful why did you cheat on me?" "Rudy, it wasn't cheating," she said. Her eyes filled with tears again. "Like I said," I told her. "I'll come to your house any night you want. Let's see yesterday was ice cream day. Today was garbage man. Tomorrow is mail man, and Thursday is the day you get your packages delivered. Which day should I come?" She started crying again and told me that I just didn't understand it. If I would just listen to her everything would be alright. "Everything will be alright for who Justine?" I asked. "How is any of this ever going to be alright for me? Is you explana tion going to somehow take away my pain and erase the memory of seeing all of those men stick their dicks into my wife?" I guess Justine hadn't thought that far yet, she just looked down. I just wanted to have the fucking talk and get this all over with. "Which night would you like me there?" I repeated. "Tonight, please," she said in a very small voice. "I can't take another night away from you." When I got to the house that evening I have to admit it felt good to be there. Justine was waiting for me as I pulled up and she'd gone all out. She had on a light sun dress that stopped about four inches above her knees. Her legs were tanned as usual and she'd done her hair and makeup like we were going out on the town. "I'm so glad you're home," she said, grabbing my arm. I could already smell the pepper steak cooking and my favorite beef rice as well. We sat down on the couch and as her legs parted and the dress rose I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. "Easy Access," she said as she watched me looking. "Let's get to it," I said. "Start talking, the sooner you have your say the sooner I'm gone." "No," she snapped. "Fuck that. You told me I could explain, so I need to do it my way. There are some things we'll have to compromise on but this is my meeting." I just nodded and looked at my watch. "Why are you looking at your watch?" she asked. "I might have a date," I smirked. Her face fell again. Despair was written all over it. But then she just smiled and said, "Well you'd better cancel it because you're going to be here for a while." I just rolled my eyes at her. "We're going to have a nice dinner, TOGETHER," she said. "Then we'll go and sit on the couch in front of the fireplace and you can fuck me. Then we'll talk. I'll explain my side of things and the way I see it and you can respond. Then we'll fuck again and go to sleep. Then if you really think we'll need it we can go to counseling." "I agree to dinner," I said. "It'll probably be the last time I get this meal, so I may as well enjoy it. There will be no sex, before during or after. Hell, more than likely never again. I'm not sleeping here. This is not my home anymore. Shit I can't believe I'm sitting on this fucking couch where you f..." Her eyes widened in shock and her hand went in front of her face. "How long have you known?" she asked. "When I came back from Chicago, I caught you getting into the ice cream truck," I said. "So you really didn't have a groin pull? You just didn't want to sleep with me," she hissed. "No wonder. I was going out of my mind trying to figure out why you wouldn't kiss me anymore. And you haven't told me you love me since then either." She started crying again. I couldn't help it. I hugged her. I was trying to look at this evening like that exit interview you do with your high school guidance counselor just before you graduated All of your grades are in and you've made it, but the two of you just sit back and discuss what happened to you over the previous four years and how both of you saw them. You saw yourself as being a solid well liked student in the middle of the pack. She saw you as a lazy isolated underachiever who could have been a great student and very popular if you'd just gotten your head out of your ass and applied yourself. Justine put the food onto the plates and I noticed that instead of us sitting across from each other, she'd seated us right next to each other across a corner of the big table. She held my left hand in hers as we both ate with our right hands. It was really fucking romantic, us sitting there holding hands, not letting go for anything, with only a single scented candle to illuminate us. For the half hour or so that we ate, I tried to put the past behind us. I brushed her hair off of her face and looked into those eyes that I had loved for half of my life and suddenly I was crying too. After dinner we walked hand in hand over to our sofa. I lit a fire in the fireplace while she leaned against me from behind pressing her tiny breasts into my back. God I wanted her right then. But I knew that I couldn't under any circumstances. It turned out to be a night of lies and confusion. She was perfectly honest with me but she was either stupid or confused. I lied repeatedly. She asked me if I'd had anything to do with the garbage man's savage beating. He'd also lost his job and was being sued by the city for the cost of the truck. He'd lost both testicles and would walk with a limp for the rest of his life. He had only partial sight in one of his eyes and no feeling due to nerve damage in his hands. I told her that not only was I not responsible for it, until she'd told me about it I didn't know anything about it. She brought up the mail man. I asked her what had happened to him. She told me about him being mauled by the pit bull. His injuries were too numerous to mention. I asked her when it had happened and reminded her that we'd been on the phone at that time or shortly before. The same thing with the NPS driver whose wife was suing her, we'd been on the phone, she'd actually hung up on me to go and fuck him. Her eyes widened when I spat out the word "fuck." "Nope, none of those are my style," I told her. "The only person I did anything to was you and the ice cream man. It was totally non-violent. He got a slap on the wrist for what he did. You got embarrassed for your part in it. The only person who really lost was me." "Embarrassed is putting it lightly," she said. "My own mother refuses to speak to me. All of our friends act like I'm some terrible whore and none of our neighbors will even speak to me. Word is getting around too. That nice little market I buy fruit and vegetables in. The owner asked me not to come back there. It seems that a delegation of the neighborhood busy bodies got together to tell him that they would not purchase any fruits vegetables or anything else that I'd been in contact with. This town isn't that big." "As far as the Ice Cream man's slap on the wrist, he was fired. He's getting a divorce which will lead to him being deported. His bosses lost their licenses on all of their trucks so they'll probably go out of business. That was a pretty big slap for nothing." "You said that the only person who lost something was you. I don't see it. You're not even that upset. And you're ready to just move on and forget me. I don't think I could ever get over you, I can't eat. I can't sleep and I keep crying over you. I open a closet and see a jacket and I remember when we bought it and how you looked in it and I just cry and cry until I have no tears left. What exactly did you lose?" "I lost you Justine," I said. "I lost the most important thing in my life. Since the sixth fucking grade you're all I ever think about. The human brain processes millions of thought impulses per second. Half of mine are about you. I lost my wife, my lover, my partner, my best friend, my dream girl and the mother of my children all at the same God damned time. You lost four guys, none of whom you cared enough about to even learn their fucking names. I lost six women and I loved every fucking one of them. Who wins in that comparison? Then there's the worst part Justine. I sit here right now and I can see the kids we would have had that will never be born now. So basically you and your fuck buddies murdered the kids you're dying to have?" Justine spends a lot of time lying in the sun to get her perfect tan. The Melanin in her skin must have immediately reverted though that's impossible because she turned whiter than I've ever seen her. She started crying again. "Can you see them Justine? We were so close to having them," I said. I leaned closer to her and looked deeply into her eyes as I continued I really wanted her to understand what she was giving up to fuck a bunch of strangers. "I can see a girl who'd be almost a carbon copy of you. She'd have been popular and a cheerleader but she'd fall in love with a guy who'd treat her right all of her life. She'd have picked her boyfriends because they loved her and she loved them, not because they were popular or on the team. God Damn it, we would have had beautiful grandkids Justine. Let's not talk about our son. Unless that boy won the lottery we'd have to support him forever. What a fucking disappointment." "I think he'll be fine," she said. "That's exactly what they used to say about you and you turned out okay." "I guess we'll never know because neither he or his siter will ever be born, because their mother couldn't keep her fucking legs closed," I snapped. "I lost you, we lost them. I hope you're happy Justine." "Damn it Rudy. You are so wrong!" she screamed, her face had reddened instantly and tears filled her eyes. "You didn't lose shit. You didn't lose me. I'm right here in front of you begging you on my hands and knees to take me back. You're the only man I've ever loved. Why the hell can't you see that?" she was sobbing louder with each word. "Justine if you loved me you wouldn't have fucked those five guys," I said. "What five," she asked. "There were only four, the garbage man, the NPS guy, the mail carrier and the ice cream man." Justine still wasn't coming clean. She assumed I didn't know about Mario. Well if she didn't want to bring him up, why should I. "I didn't fuck any of them," she snapped. "I told you not to long ago that you were the only man to ever put his seed in me and I was telling you the truth." "Justine, I know what I saw," I said. "You saw them stick their little dicks in my pussy," she snapped. "All they got to do was touch. Okay they got to touch the inside of my pussy. Not one of them ever got more than six strokes then I'd pull them out of me. I never let any one of them cum in me because that's your job. I never let any one of them give me an orgasm because that's your job. It was just touching. I know it was bad but we didn't go all the way Rudy. It was just a game. All they ever did was to warm me up for you. If a single one of them ever meant anything to me why would I be so in control of myself and them that I could actually count the number of strokes I gave them and make them stop? The only man who ever makes me lose control is you, doofus." I was horrified. I couldn't believe that a grown woman, my woman at that could be so God damned stupid. My jaw just flapped involuntarily but words wouldn't form. "Justine, your ass must be jealous of the shit coming out of your mouth," I said, finally. "Whether done to completion or not sex is sex. You and I both took vows to be faithful to each other when we got married. You've broken that vow probably more times than I can count. Any one of those guys could have gotten you pregnant. There are sperm cells present in the pre-ejaculate as well. So every time you got one of those bastards hard and let him "touch," the inside of your pussy you played Russian roulette. What about diseases Justine? I don't remember seeing you make them use condoms. This is just stupid. The atmosphere and the fire had me thinking about what you mean to me but I need to leave now." I got up from the couch with her grabbing me around the waist and trying to pull me back down. "Please, don't divorce me. Give me just one more chance," she begged. "Justine I'm not going to divorce you," I said. "The laws in this country are skewed when it comes to divorces. Men never get a fair shot no matter what. After seeing how badly you've hurt me, I'm never getting married again so I don't need a divorce. I'm just going to leave. See you around." Ice Cream And I did. I got transferred to a different office in another city. The first few months were hell on me. I often awoke in the middle of the night screaming out Justine's name. I'd cry for a while and try to go back to sleep. I found over a few weeks that the best thing to do was to get a cup of tea and try to write down my feelings about Justine. I always wrote, "HATE," in big angry letters. Then I'd write "love," right beside it in smaller letters. It took me almost a year to realize that both were true. I loved Justine with all my heart and soul, but I hated what she had done to us. My iPhone brought it all to a head. I was grocery shopping when my mom called me. "Rudy you have to come home," she said. "It's Justine." How can you tell when you love someone? People always wonder about that. Is it some magical combination of proteins or amino acids that take over the brain? How the hell should I know? But I do know that when you love someone and someone tells you they need you, you drop everything and go to them immediately. And that's what I did. I didn't go home for clothes. I didn't call in and let them know I wouldn't be in to work. I didn't even go to the checkout counter. I just walked away and left my cart in the middle of the store. Fuck the milk. Fuck the eggs, Justine needed me. She didn't look good at all. She was a skeleton. She hadn't been taking care of herself and had never been treated for her Gonorrhea. She apparently didn't know that she was still on my health care and that they would have paid for all of the treatments she needed. I sat down at her bedside and watched her sleep. There were tubes all over her. When she finally woke up several hours later, her eyes focused on me immediately. "Hi Honey," she said. "I guess I really fucked things up didn't I?" she asked. "Did they tell you what I have?" I nodded. "Did they tell you what they want to do to me?" I nodded again as a tear rolled down my cheeks. "Thanks for coming to visit me," she said. "I know you don't want to hear this but I still love you. I always will. I don't know why I played all of those fucking games, but through all of it I never stopped loving you. You are a part of me and you always will be. I guess I should also tell you that there was another guy. It was an electrician, a big guy with a huge dick. I only gave him four strokes. But he wanted me so bad he was already dripping when he put it in me." She started crying as she said this. "If I could have just kept my legs closed, you and I would still be together, we'd still be happy and I'd probably be pregnant by now. I can see her too you know," she said. "Justine, I set you up," I said with tears rolling down my cheeks. "I did this to you. I was angry at you for sleeping with those guys so I arranged to fuck up all of their lives and give you an STD. I figured you'd be embarrassed even more when you had to go to the clinic to get treated. I just wanted you to feel some of the pain I felt. This is my fault." She smiled at me then and shook her head. "God damn it, Rudy. You did all of that over me? You ruined three marriages and hurt or crippled two men over me? You really must have loved me almost as much as I love you. You didn't make me fuck him or any of them. Most of the women we know wouldn't have let a strange man into their homes let alone their vaginas. None of this is your fault, the blame is all mine. I was just a silly girl playing games. I tried to have my cake and eat it too. But if it makes you feel any better, you did hurt me. None of your revenge plans bothered me Rudy. I didn't give a darn about any of those men and though I hate to say it. Them losing their health or their wives or their kids didn't affect me at all. But when you left me, Rudy I almost died. I just didn't want to live. I didn't take care of myself, because I didn't care." She grabbed my hand and held it to her chest. "My heart only beats for you, rudy. I'm not trying to guilt trip you into anything, but you need to know what's going on here. If they do this operation a part of me is going to die. One of my biggest dreams will become impossible. I'll have lost everything. If it matters so much to you that I live, you have to give me something to live for. Otherwise what's the point in me going through the surgery?" She didn't need to say another word we both knew what she wanted, and though reason totally disagreed with me, I went with my heart. So okay I'm a wimp. I moved back into the house to take care of Justine after the surgery. I got my old job back and nursed her back to health. It took her three months to get her strength back and get the combination of drugs she needed to fight off a multitude of infections stabilized. She started to look like her old self. She was beautiful again. We spent every spare moment together. It was as if we both realized that our time together was tentative, nothing was sure. We spent a lot of time lying in each other's arms in front of the fireplace. We talked about everything and nothing. A big topic of discussion for us was always the kids. There were of course certain things we couldn't talk about or do. Any mention of Ice Cream sent me into a fury. "What's her name?" she asked me one night. "Our daughter that you saw, the one that looked like me. What's her name?" "Julee," I said crying. "Where'd that come from?" she asked wiping away my tears. That was one of our big rules. No crying no matter what. We had to just play the hand we'd been dealt. Crying over it would never solve anything. "The first part of Justine is "JU," I said. "The last part of Rudy is, "EE." She smiled. "L" is for love," I said. "And that's all that's ever been between us." She nodded her head trying not to cry as well. Some of my neighbors look at me funny when I walk down the street holding her hand tightly in mine. But I don't care. This is my life not theirs so they don't get a fucking vote on what I do or who I'm with. We even had sex after a fashion. Even though it would be months before we could actually engage in actual intercourse. Justine would put on one of her costumes sometimes, but more often than not we'd just jerk off in front of each other, sometimes several times a day just like before. It wasn't awful but God I missed her touch. The doctors were amazed by Justine's recovery. They kept telling us how sorry they were. They'd had to do a complete Hysterectomy on Justine. The removal of both her ovaries and Fallopian tubes. The untreated Gonorrhea had wrought too much damage to save anything. Justine had known for a few weeks that they'd needed to do it and refused. She'd decided that she'd rather die than give up the chance to have babies. In the end though, it wasn't the Gonorrhea that killed her. After the surgery and several courses of very strong antibiotics she was pronounced disease free. I remember how happy I was when they told us. Justine smiled a bit and squeezed my hand, but I got the feeling that there was still something missing. It was Julee who took her away from me. Justine just couldn't handle the fact that the one thing she wanted more than anything else would never be. She still followed my logic from before that she had killed our babies because they would never be. So one day while I was at work, less than a year after we got back together Justine took nearly two bottles of very strong sleeping pills and never woke up. She left me a short note. She loved me more than life itself but she couldn't live knowing that she'd killed our babies. I fell apart. It took me months before I even shaved and cleaned myself let alone did anything else. After a while I started having the dreams. I dreamed that Justine and Julee were waiting for me in heaven. So I tried to join them. I stepped off the edge of a chair with a rope wrapped around my neck. I hung there for what seemed like hours while the rope sank into my neck and my vision blurred and I lost consciousness. Just before I went out I was happy. I actually saw Justine. Then I noticed that she was pissed. She grabbed the rope and yanked it until it came loose from the ceiling. Then she called 911 and sat next to me on the floor where I'd fallen. She told me that if I ever did anything that stupid again, she wouldn't wait for me at the gates. She wanted me to go one with my life and find someone new to love. She didn't want me to be alone. She said it was important because if we were going to be together for eternity I had to keep my emotions strong. It takes practice to love someone as hard as we do and she needed me to be strong for her. So fifteen months ago I started dating again. I've gone out with women. Some were good some were bad. I've even had sex with a few. But finally I think I'm really ready to love again. The woman I'd told all of this to was smiling up at me. We were sitting on a bench in front of the waterfront. Her head was in my lap and she was looking up at me with the most wonderful expression on her face. It was a mixture of pleasure and happiness, with just a little bit of concern thrown in. It looked like love. "Jennifer," she said and pulled me down to kiss her waiting lips. "All night you were too nervous to ask me my name so I told you what it is." I smiled and nodded. "I guess if we're going to get married and live happily ever after you should know that," she said. "Rudy I've been waiting for you for all my life. My first three husbands all cheated on me." I looked shocked. "Oh yeah, you liked what you saw from the very beginning," she said. "It wasn't that way with them. I know I'm not a supermodel. I'm pretty but it's girl next door pretty. And I get the idea that you like that. Like with Justine, you really want a partner and best friend that you can fuck a lot. That's what I want too. I'm not one of those girls who are going to withhold their favors to get what they want. I definitely give up the pussy, but only to one person. My man. I'll stay with you forever Rudy. I'll grow old with you. And we're really not too old we're only in our mid thirties. I'll have your babies. Anything you want I'll do. Just promise me one thing. Don't ever cheat on me." "How'd you go through the other husbands though," I asked holding her hand. "Remember when you made the decision to get your revenge on Justine and her lovers?" she asked. "Well it's kind of the same for me. My first husband died from eating poison mushrooms. He had a really bad reaction and went into anaphylactic shock. He died horribly and painfully right in front of me." She shook her head as if trying to erase a bad memory. "My second husband died from eating poison mushrooms too. It was a really weird coincidence. I should tell you that I make pepper steak too," she said. "What about your last husband," I asked. "You're not a cheater," she said. "You and I will live together forever." "Uhm I meant the guy who came before me," I said. "Oh, he died of a fractured skull," she said. "Wow," I said. "How did that happen?" I was relieved, one more coincidence would have had me a little bit worried. She got the strangest look on her face and said, "That bastard wouldn't eat the mushrooms." Ice Cream and Mom I never thought about the taste of ice cream on flesh until a hot night in August gave me the chance. Having finished high school, I was enjoying my new found adulthood for one last free summer before college. Mom came home from work tired as usual. She is an office manager at an advertising agency. Her boss had given her more duties on top of her already busy schedule. Mom walked in the door and dropped her briefcase. She staggered to the couch taking off her jacket on the way. Even in our current 110-degree heat wave her boss demanded that she look professional which included a jacket. Her blouse was already wet with sweat from the heat. I noticed that her nipples were showing through the thin damp bra. I shouldn't have looked as long as I did but I am a teenager. She dropped to the couch as I handed her a glass of ice water. "Dad called." I said. "He said he'll be home tomorrow night." " He's been gone so much lately I may not recognize him." Mom stated wearily. "How's about I make you some dinner." "Sounds great. I'll take a shower." I left for the store and noticed her drifting off to sleep on the couch. I figured I would wake her when I got home. I picked up a couple of steaks and potatoes for dinner and chocolate ice cream for desert. Mom and I love chocolate. We put it on everything. Little did I know what everything meant! I also picked up a couple of movies. When I got home mom was snoring softly. I woke her and told her to hit the showers. I grilled the steaks and had everything ready when she got out. I almost dropped the plate when she came into the living room. She was wearing thin black spandex shorts that showed every curve and a black loose half tank top. She hadn't finished drying when she got dressed so her top was wet and clingy I could see her nipples standing proudly against the material. I got an instant hard on that pushed at my shorts. Mom was drying her dark hair when she walked in. As she looked up she must have seen my condition because she got a look of embarrassment then a wicked grin. She bent over to towel her hair some more giving me an almost unobstructed view down her shirt. Her lovely breast swayed as she moved. She was grinning more when she stood up. "Enjoy the view?" She asked. "Uh... oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... umm..." Was all I could get out. "Don't be sorry. You're a teenage male. It is natural to want to look. I should say I'm sorry for teasing you." "It's ok with me. You do look hot. All my friends think so. If you weren't my mom I'd want to..." "We better eat dinner before this gets out of hand." We watched the comedy first while we ate. As I put in the second movie I noticed mom stretching her neck. I offered to give her a back rub during the next movie. She agreed and we laid out a blanket on the floor. As mom got ready I dished up the ice cream and grab some oil. I straddled mom's hips and set my ice cream to her side. The movie was about a woman who seduces a boy to get revenge on his father. I was enjoying it and the feel of mom's skin under my hands. My cock was once again as hard as a 2 by 4. Mom was enjoying the massage too. She gave out little moans as I worked. During the massage her shirt got bunched up around her neck. As I moved my hands up to rub the shoulders she removed the shirt totally. Leaning forward to get her shoulder I allowed the front of my shorts to slide across her ass. This did nothing to calm me down and I noticed mom raising her hips slightly and moving them back and forth across my cock. I moved further down her back and reached for some ice cream. The chocolate fell off my spoon and in-between her shoulder blades. Mom jumped up to her hands and knees causing my cock to slam firmly into her ass. She knocked me forward so I grabbed an arm around her to stabilize myself. My hand landed just under her breast. I could feel the curve of the mound against my palm. My face was inches from the ice cream so I did the natural thing. I licked it. Mom let out a moan then purred and started rubbing her ass up and down on my crotch. Now I have kissed a few girls and even felt some up but this was beyond my dreams. Mom tasted wonderful. I chased the melting glob of ice cream down her back. My hand slid up and across her breast. Teasing her nipple. When I reached her shorts I had got most of the ice cream but I kept going. I pulled down the spandex and ran my tongue across her crack. By this point mom was panting and saying "Oh god, Yes baby!" Mom allowed me to take off her shorts. I stuck my tongue back on her ass and traced it down to her hole. I teased it then slid to her pussy. The years of reading hustler were paying off. I tongued her clit and stuck a finger up her wet pussy. Mom rolled over so I could have better access. I made her cum by dropping more ice cream on her then licking it off. As she regained her breath she called me a naughty boy and pulled me up her body. Mom grabbed my cock and led me inside her. I started slamming into her and she matched my speed. We both needed this right now and didn't care about taboos. All too soon I was ready to explode. Mom sensed this and pulled me out. She pushed me on my back and swallowed my cock. I grabbed her hair and held on for the ride. She was talented with her tongue and had me cumming quickly. Never had I felt anything that strong before. I looked up to see her swallowing most of it. She had one hand under her fingering her pussy to another orgasm. As we finished she wipe up what she had missed with her fingers then licked them clean. "You can massage me like that anytime. We just can't tell your father. I don't think he would understand." She stated as she caught her breath. I agreed whole heartily. As we sat there mom stroked my cock till it was hard again. This time we went slower. She laid me on my back and straddled me. Her long hair tickled my chest as she lowered herself on my shaft. We rocked slowly like that for awhile till she picked up the pace and orgasmed again. I turned her around and bent her over her pillow giving me access to her ass. I plunged into her pussy and stroked it hard from behind. Mom was moaning and begging for more so I grabbed the oil and poured it across her ass. I worked first one then two fingers into her asshole while my cock pounded her pussy. She was thrashing her head around screaming "Oh yes baby, Fuck me. Fuck my ass. God I miss that. Please fuck my asshole." Who am I to deny my mother's request? I pulled out of her pussy and positioned my cock at her asshole. I am not a giant but with 7" long and a medium girth it was a tight fit. I pushed it slowly slid till the head was in then it got easier. I pushed all the way in to my base and rested there. Mom was groaning and shaking her head purring"yes, yes." I started pulling out till I had just the head in then rammed it back down. She went crazy matching my thrust. I fucked her ass good and hard till she orgasimed and I shot of inside her. We collapsed in a heap on the floor. Later we cleaned up and fell asleep together. On Saturday we picked up dad at the airport. I don't think he suspected anything. I heard them going at it in bed that night. It was short as usual. I never thought about it but mom must have been in need of another man for a while. They never sounded the way mom and I did. The next morning I came downstairs to find mom fixing breakfast. I slid up behind her and slipped a hand inside her robe to fondle her breast. "What do you think your doing, young man." She said with a grin. "Don't worry, Dad's upstairs getting ready for a shower." I replied and gave her a long kiss. "We have time for some fun." "I don't know...." I squashed her concerns when my hand trailed down to her wet pussy and slid a finger inside. "Your so naughty." She sighed as she bent over the counter. I raised her robe from behind and dropped my shorts. My cock was already hard and ready to spear her. I slid it inside her pussy causing her to gasp. She turned her head and smiled as she licked her lips. I rode like that with my hands on her hips while she stroked her clit till we both came together. I heard the shower shut off so I gave mom a quick kiss and slipped out the back door leaving her breathless and a little sloppy. Our fun continued till I moved away for college. I'm going home for Thanksgiving soon. I can't wait. Mom says she has a new robe and a gallon of chocolate ice cream. Ice Cream Dream It's a hot evening, the temperature demands that a couple of double scoop ice cream cones is in order. We walk back, hoping that the mixture of the cold treat and the single oscillating fan will cool our bodies. You get a twinkle in your eye and shyly suggest that the fan would have a better chance of reaching its goal of cooling us down if it didn't have to fight through clothing to reach our skins. As I watch you undress, I don't know what's causing the sweat to bead more on my forehead; the heat or your body bending over to slowly show me that luscious ass of yours. You turn around to watch me undress. I do so nervously, I don't want to seem like a hick to a big city girl but I can't help but study your body. I know that I want that body held fast to mine, I want you to call my name when you are excited; but I know that this is probably something that happens every day and is accepted as the norm. A dewy moisture clings to your pubic hair, quickening my heartbeat while I watch a single drop of salty sweat trickle slowly from your patch down your thigh. I try to keep my titillation of our nakedness from becoming apparent. You pat the cushion beside you on the couch that you demurely slink your body onto. I sit, tucking my cock in between my legs, hoping that you haven't noticed its tip starting to peek out of my foreskin. The oscillating fan blows just off to the side of me, the breeze it's creating makes your nipples begin to swell and harden as I watch your tongue do a slow lazy swirl around the cone. To keep my mind occupied, I begin to talk about anything and everything, forgetting about my cone but watching your disappear, each flash of your tongue making my cock squirm between my legs. The fan begins its arc and catches a few drops of my melting forgotten ice cream, splashing on your breasts. My mouth drops, horrified. You smile and sternly say, "you make the mess, you clean it up." I lean over and lick the gooey sweet mixture from your breast, making a quick kiss on your hard nipple. A blob of the top of my cone falls onto your thigh. You sigh, take my cone and coo, "such a messy boy." You widen the space between your legs, and with your free hand you guide my head down towards your lap. "I expect every single drop licked up." I get off the couch and kneel between your legs, no longer being able to hide my hardness and not caring, just wanting you to want to have it. Your legs spread wider and I put my mouth to the dollop of fallen ice cream and suck it in. I move my head to your moist pubic folds, spread them with my fingers and drop it right into the middle of your vaginal hole. I hear you take a sharp intake of breath; as I slowly roll the melting dollop up your slit to your pulsating clit and hold it there. I look up to see you with your eyes closed, my cone moving back and forth in your mouth, your tongue flickering around the edge of that cone; I harden even more. I open my mouth wide and drap my lip in and up your pussy's folds, darting my tongue in and out quickly of your sweet hole as I make my way back up to your clit. My lower lip finally meets my top lip, giving suction around your hooded clit, my tongue tickling its base. You slide your hips down further on the couch, giving me more room to eat. I run my tongue back and forth on your outer lips, letting my tongue a quick taste of your sweetness once more. I let my tongue flick your trembling asshole before I start my ascent back up. Your hands suddenly grasp my head and push me deeper into you, while your hips start to gyrate, moistening my cheeks with your sweet sex juices. I move my mouth back to your clit as I start to slide my finger in and out of your vagina slowly; I stretch my thumb over to your asshole and start to gently massage that as my fingers begin to thrust into you faster and faster. You moan. Your vaginal muscles tighten and release, tighten and release. I feel your hands move from my head to under my arms as you urge me to stand, which I do, until I get to your nipples. I suck on one side as I roll the other nipple with my hand; I slowly move my hips so that my cock massages your slit, getting my leaky tip mixing with the slow flow of your own. I move back to your thigh and kiss the missed thin trail of melted ice cream from your thigh as the ice cream begins to run back down your slit, its melting juices mixing in with your own down your slit and tickling your asshole. I slide my tongue to your other breast, my mouth taking over for my hand as my other hand rolls your wet nipple. I rise up further, the tip of my cock slides into you easily, you gasp as my mouth comes close to your ear and I whisper, "I want to fuck you so bad." You respond by wrapping your legs around me and pulling me deep into you. Your mouth finds mine and as our tongue thrash around each other hard, my cock and your pussy do the same. You grab my ass and force my thrusts harder and faster. Your gyrating hips rub our sweat drenched pubic hairs together, meshing into one matted heap. I feel my explosion almost ready to go, the tip of my cock spasming wildly deep inside you. You sense that and tighten your pussy muscles around my shaft. I cum fast and hard, the moistness that splashes on my legs tells me that you are cumming too. I don't stop pumping until every bit has been milked out of my shaft and we stay locked like that until the room stops spinning. I pull out and drop back down to my knees, licking your sweet folds as the fan slowly dries the beads of sweat from your heaving breasts.... Ice Cream Girl She spent the summer working at the ice cream shop down the road from my house, and was the most adorable creature I had seen since moving there. At 22, I had taken a position as a night DJ at a local radio station about two hours drive from the college I had finished my broadcasting degree at. It was a small time gig, but the pay was decent, and a single guy like myself knew how to stretch a dollar. I knew I was in trouble from the first moment I saw her, because she would not get out of my head. Even with my limited budget, though, I kept buying more and more ice cream just so I could see her. I was driving myself mad, and I knew I had to talk to her. It was with this train of thought running in the back of my mind that I stopped, as usual of late, on my way into work one afternoon to get a mint chocolate chip shake. She was there, dressed in her work attire of a two-button polo shirt and khaki mid-thigh shorts. The shirt was snug enough to accent the gentle curve of her breasts, which looked to be small handfuls, maybe a nice 32B if I had to guess, yet she always left the buttons undone, which let it dip open as she bent over into the freezer cases to scoop ice cream. The shorts were a little baggy, which did nothing to show off her ass, but looked relaxed none the less. As I walked up to the counter, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Thoughts of drizzling chocolate syrup and a light layer of homemade nut sauce on her beautiful face filled my mind, like a man possessed. God, I thought to myself, I have got to get a grip. She looked up at me, and smiled. "What can I get you?" "One Mint Chocolate Chip Shake, with whipped cream," I replied. "One scoop, or two?" She bent into the freezer, the swell of her breasts visible inside her drooping collar. "Definitely two." After all, I need time to stare at those delicious tits… She dumped the ice cream and some milk in a blender, started it up, then turned to talk. "I've seen you around a lot on nights. Just heading home from work?" Yes! She's noticed me too! "Actually, I'm just heading in." Wait, have I been 'stalking' her that much? "Oh, really? Where do you work?" "I'm the night DJ over at 95.3 WCRC. Not that I get to talk all that much, but…" "No, that's pretty cool." she smiled as she poured my shake in a cup. "What time do you go on the air? I'll listen for you." Is she coming on to me? "I'm on from 9:30 to 4:30, but yeah, that would be great. You know, you could give me a call at the station if you have a song request, or something." She walked back to the counter, set my shake down, and made change from the cash register, then set my change on the counter, coming to rest with her arms folded across her chest below her breasts as she leaned against the counter's edge. It pushed her perky tits up against the open collar, giving me a great view of her cleavage. "So is it fun? I mean, do you like being a DJ? 'Cause I've been thinking about taking something like broadcasting or journalism when I go to college this fall." So she's out of high school… "Actually, it can be pretty fun." I put my change in my pocket and picked up my shake, turning towards the door. Wait, should I make a move? I turned back towards her. "You know, if you're really that interested, you could swing by the station; I could show you around, I mean, if you wanted." There I did it, let's see if she's interested in me. Her pouty pale red lips turned up slightly at the corners of her mouth, slightly amused. "OK, how about tonight? I have to close and clean up; that'll be about 10 PM. How about I bring you another shake around 10:30?" "Alright, I guess I'll see you then." I turned again towards the door and thought: Did I just get a date? HELL YEAH! A date with my dream girl! Wait, I don't even know her name… I spun back around at the door. "I forgot, I need your name. I mean, uh, I never really asked for it, but I, uh, I need it so I can tell security to let you in." She giggled at my obvious anxiety. "It's Krista." Fighting the urge to start a cleaning frenzy in the studio, I tried to reason in my head just what was going to happen. The wall clock was steadily ticking down to 10:30, but I wasn't even sure if Krista was going to show. A few deep breaths to calm me down, and I eventually reasoned with myself that it would be better to just play it cool and see what happened. I went on with my show, picking some of my favorite songs, talking to some callers with requests, and giving my usual mid-hour weather and news reports. My "ON AIR" sign clicked off just as my desk phone rang. I glanced at the clock, which read 10:47. "Studio 2," I spoke into the phone. "Hey Sam, it's Paul; you know, down here at the front desk?" Station security, not the sharpest knife in the drawer. "Hey Paul, how's it going?" "Oh, I'm good, man, how are you?" "Uh, I'm good. Did you need something?" "Oh yeah, hey, there's a girl down here, says she knows the night DJ, and was told she could come up and visit. You're the night DJ, right?" "Yeah, Paul, I am. Is her name Krista?" "Well, gee, I don't know. Let me ask." A moment paused. "That's her name, alright." "She's cool, Paul; send her up." "Oh, Ok Sam. You have a good one." I hung up the phone, then hit the intercom button to buzz Rashid, my producer. He's this short Indian guy who spends most of his time at work talking on his cell phone during my show to his family back in India. Occasionally, I bug him with stuff, but he let's me do pretty much whatever I want, and doesn't tell the station manager when I screw up. I guess it's not too bad to have him as my producer. "Hey Rashid, you in there?" "Yes Sam, but I am quite busy on the phone; what do you need?" "I've got a friend coming up to look around, maybe hang out for awhile; I have things under control up here, so if you wanna grab a smoke while she's here…" "She, huh? You sly devil, you! Maybe I will sit here and watch, huh? Heh-heh, no, I think that you would enjoy that too much. If you need me, I'll be outside smoking, talking on my phone." "Thanks Rashid, I knew you'd understand." Krista knocked on the studio window a few moments later, and true to her word, there was a shake in her hand. "It might be a little frozen, I left it in the freezer while I finished cleaning up." She smiled as I took the cold treat from her delicate hands. "Let me show you around," I said as I set the shake on my desk. I checked the play list on my monitor, and then led her around the studio on the ten-cent tour. I showed her some of the memorabilia and my favorite vinyl albums, and she asked about various facets of the job. We finished up back by my desk just in time for a commercial break, so I slid her the other chair and she watched me work my magic. As the commercials droned on in the background, I asked, "Do you have any favorites?" "Depends. Let me see what you have to work with." She stood up and walked over to my chair, leaning over my shoulder to look at the available songs on the play list. I could smell a faint perfume exuding from her as her small tits rubbed against my shoulder. I picked a few songs at her suggestion, and kept stealing glances at her. "I see you, you know," she said while focusing on the monitor. "I can't help myself. I won't apologize, though; I'm not sorry for getting caught." "I'll take that as a compliment." She stood up straight. "Do you think that's enough?" "I don't think I could ever get enough of you." Krista giggled. "I meant the songs." I hit play on the screen, then turned to her. "I guess we'll find out." I stood up, leaned against the desk, and drank some of my shake. "This is delicious; thanks for making it for me." She took a step towards me. "You're welcome." I took her hand and pulled her closer, into my arms. As she drew near me, I lightly kissed the corner of her mouth, anxious to see her response. A slight gasp was followed by her exhaled breath as she melted against me. Krista turned her mouth to meet mine, and we kissed hard. A pressure built in the air; a tension so palpable you could touch it, taste it. The pressure of our kiss softened as we both started to enjoy the delectable sensation of ardent desire. Krista's lips parted slightly, and my tongue slid teasingly along her bottom lip. She flicked her tongue at mine, then gently broke the kiss and stepped away. I followed her to the glass window of the studio. "I don't want to get you in any trouble, but I really want you right now," she said. What's a guy to do? "I've wanted you pretty much since the first time I saw you." "No, I mean, I want you, right here, right now. Is anyone around that could get you in trouble?" "My producer is out right now; I'm pretty sure no one's coming in at midnight." Krista stepped in close once more, breathing softly in my ear, "That's perfect." A snap. The sound of a zipper, then a slight wiggle of her body as her shorts dropped to the floor. She hopped onto my desk and undid the last button on her polo shirt, one finger beckoning: "You can have me if you really want me." She slipped off her sneakers and leaned back, waiting for my move. I took in the view for a second or two: her slight face framed by her straight jet black hair that hung in chunks around her, breasts partially exposed inside the wide open collar of her shirt, one ankle-sock-covered foot on my chair as her other leg dangled to the side, leaving a beautiful vista of creamy white inner thigh topped off with a pair of rose pink boy shorts, through which I could already make out the slit between her lower lips. It was easily a million times hotter than I could have ever imagined her to be. I snapped out of my reverie, and was across the studio in a flash, my shirt coming off as I went. I practically mounted her on the desk as she wrapped her legs around my back. We went back to kissing, almost feverishly, and my pace sped up as I moved my lips across her cheek to her ear, down her neck and to her breasts. Her barely audible moans told me I was definitely moving in the right direction, so I spread her legs back open, fell back into my chair, and began tugging at her boy shorts. She lifted her hips as they slid down her soft legs, and I dove into her pussy like a starved animal. I nipped and lapped at her wet pink hole, careful to only tease her clit. I wanted to save it for the end, you know, set her off with a bang. As her orgasm built, I alternated between wide-tongued licks up her slit and kisses along the gentle creases above her thighs leading to her sex. Krista began to pant, giving direction to my ministrations: "There…Oh, oh…Awww yeah, that's it…more, more…" She grew louder as her excitement peaked, and then I slipped her clit between my lips, pressing enough to make her gasp as I rolled it along my bottom lip. With a bit of sucking, I flicked my tongue across her clit, and she dropped over the edge, plunging deep into her rolling seas of orgasmic ecstasy. She fell back hard on to the console, her head hitting the boom arm of the microphone. As she lay there recovering, I stood and dropped the rest of my clothes. Krista sat halfway up, her elbows behind her as she reclined there on the desk. I stepped between her legs, her eyes full of rapacious desire as she caught her first glimpse of my achingly hard erection. Her delicate fingers caressed the base of my shaft as I pressed myself into her wet folds. Teasing strokes as I wet the tip of my dick made her gasp, thrusting my hips upward trying to put me in her hole. "Stop it," she growled. "Just fill me up already." "You want it that bad?" She started panting. "Mmmm, c'mon, just give it to me." I popped my head into her snatch, its warm, wet, velvet grip pulling me in further and further until I felt skin to skin contact between my balls and her plump little ass. God, she's so tight! We both let out a moan, then looked into each other's eyes and laughed. "Nice timing." "Not yet, but we'll see," she retorted. Krista wrapped her arms around my neck, and we worked up a rhythm, learning each other's favorite moves on the fly. Various grunts and groans were accompanied by the steady cadence of thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap as my nutsack slapped her butt. Her moans grew louder and my thrusts became harder as our pace grew to a crescendo. "Oh god…Oh…Oh yeah…Fuck me…Oh, FUCK ME!" Krista screamed. I picked her up off the desk, her small frame balanced on my thighs and cock while I held her weight on my arms. I spun around and leaned against my desk, and she put her feet on the edge of the desk, using it for leverage. Savagely, she slammed her pussy onto my rock hard prick, punctuating each hit with loud uhs and ahs. I looked her in the eyes; hers were hazy, glazed over by wanton lust. "I'm almost there," I said. "Oh baby, wait for me…" "I'm trying, but you feel so good, so tight…" "Uh…and you feel…Ah, Ah…so good too…" "Where do you want me to shoot it?" "Fill me up…Oh…Oh, yeah…I want to feel it…" Krista's pace, which I thought was already fast, sped up more as she started babbling on, eyes shut, about how bad she wanted to have my throbbing cock blast her insides full of my steaming hot seed. Suddenly, her eyes flew open and clutched me tight. "Ready?" "Say the word, girl," I breathed. "Oh, now, now, NOW!" She pounded down hard on me and began to grind her clit against me as I shot string after string of cum deep into her. She screamed loudly, and I felt her vagina pulsating as wave after wave of orgasm made her walls try to milk me dry. It was quite possibly the most satisfying moment in my young life. Krista leaned against my chest , and I held her tight in my arms. "Hey Sam, that was hot and all, but do you think we could get back to the music?" Rashid was in the producer's booth. I held Krista close to keep her covered, but she grinned over my shoulder. I laughed. "No, man, seriously; you turned on your mic cutout; you just broadcast your fun time for the past 15 minutes for everyone to listen to. I wanted to stop you, but you two had such rhythm and passion…" I glanced quickly at my status board, and started to freak out. I hit the cutout button again, which must have been hit during our ardent lovemaking on the desk, but realized the deed was done, and it was late, anyways; who could have heard and cared? I looked sheepishly at Krista. She rubbed her hand on my chest, our music playing once again. "So what do you think of radio broadcasting now?" "I think I'm hooked," She replied, "on radio, and you."