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Karma Ch. 01

By: Wine_Maker



A story in Nick Scipio's Summer Camp Universe

(c) 2006 by Wine Maker

Summer Camp characters and universe (c) 2006 by Nick Scipio.

All Rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination, are used fictitiously, or are used with the kind permission of Nick Scipio, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

This story is fan fiction. It's also a short story of only five chapters. I've tried to write it in enough detail to explain at least the minimum needed for the characters to make sense, but it is a story based on someone else's written work with a pre-established history that would take too long to cover in full detail. If you want more back story, I suggest you read Nick's excellent Summer Camp series. Even if you don't want more back story, I still suggest you read Summer Camp. 

The main character in this story is Regan Thomas, a minor character in Nick's epic. She's rich, self-centered, and one of the major factors in a seriously bad time for Nick's protagonist, Paul. They were in college in the 80's when that happened and this story is set twenty years later. 

My incredible editor, Jo Beller, saw something redeeming in Regan while many other readers condemned her as a bad seed. Jo finally convinced me that there was more depth to her that should be explored. I pondered Regan's Karma and this story is the result. I give credit to Nick for creating characters to fire our imaginations and Jo for believing in this story. And, of course, to my wife/editor, Mrs. Wine Maker, for all her support. My writing is a tribute to her.

Chapter One: Spiral descent

Killington, VT

November 12, 2000

My mother's hand was as cold as ice. She looked so pretty in her designer teal dress, salon-perfect hair, flawless makeup, and serene expression - one I had very rarely seen; she seemed so sublimely at peace.

She'd chosen an elegant ebony coffin with gleaming brass fittings. The soft rose pillows effortlessly set off her dress. Leave it to my mother to be perfect, even in death admonishing me for not being like her.

I swallowed painfully and blinked back a fresh stream of tears. I wanted to scream for her to get up and stop playing this cruel prank on me. Even seeing her like this, I couldn't accept that such a vibrant woman could have breast cancer. It boggled my mind that she hadn't checked herself regularly.

Setting her hand down gently, I stepped away from the casket to stand next to a large wreath of flowers done in a wrap of cardinal and straw. Those were the colors of Chi Omega. One of the few things we shared. Her sorority sisters would be out in force at her graveside service but had chosen to leave the funeral to the family. 

I used my thoroughly soaked tissue to wipe my swollen eyes. I couldn't - wouldn't - start sniping at her again, even if she wasn't here to snipe back. I'd give anything to have one more chance to argue with her. Even if only to hear her express, politely and condescendingly, her profound disappointment that I couldn't be more like her. 

God knows I'd had tried to be like her, to be that same vibrant, perfect woman. Even though she didn't think us anything alike, I knew we shared at least one trait: stubbornness. This is why we were here instead of Tennessee. Her family was from Tennessee, but she'd put her foot down in her will, and things were going to be done her way. The funeral would take place in town near her beloved Vermont chalet. At least I assumed it was because of her will, since I wasn't privy to its contents.

The rest of the family had raised hell, but nonetheless, here we were. They hadn't stayed for the whole first day, but they'd be back in force tomorrow for the second day of viewing. Then we'd have the funeral on day three, and she would fly back to Tennessee for burial. After that, I'd have to stay yet another day with Conrad since Mother named us both in her will. As her most recent husband, I expected he would walk away with everything she'd treasured and that pissed me off. I couldn't stand him.

The tears flowed again, refusing to obey me. Some part of me said it was okay to cry, but another part warred with that notion. With a sniff, I realized that was pride. It's another trait I shared with my mother, who'd taught me how to make it an art. Pride argued that I couldn't be seen losing control like this in public, even at my own mother's funeral viewing. I had to maintain appearances. 

I laughed humorlessly through the tears. The all-important family pride. Doing what the family expected had certainly worked well for me so far, hadn't it? All that trying to live up to other's unrealistic expectations had gotten me was two divorces and a distant - and sometimes barely civil - relationship with my parents. Ever since I was a teenager, I'd tried to be just like my mother, and tried to be exactly what my father expected me to be. I'd succeeded far beyond my wildest dreams of success. What was that old saying? "Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it." 

I'd called both of my closest friends as soon as I'd found out that my mother had died, but both Gina and Margot were out of the country with their families. I'd left frantic messages for them to no avail. I felt all alone and badly needed to talk to someone I trusted.

I almost swore at Conrad again. He'd called my assistant yesterday to pass on the news about the funeral. No one had even told me she was ill, much less dead. If Daddy hadn't called to coordinate our schedules I probably would've missed the first viewing. Conrad hadn't mentioned the viewing at all, damn him. When I'd called him back, he'd blandly insisted that my assistant must've misunderstood. The lying bastard.

Through the haze of my grief, a cold, arrogant voice said, "If you're going to carry on like this, please take it to the ladies' room." Conrad was back for another go at me. He seemed to go out of his way to screw with me these days. Fine. At least the fury inside me pushed away the pain for a little while. 

The tears dried up as if by magic and I was clearly able to see the bastard standing in front of me. I could see what attracted my mother to him; he was tall and handsome - the perfect piece of arm candy. Knowing my mother, he was probably good in bed, too. The thought of them together sent a wave of revulsion through me. 

"Tell me, Conrad, do you even know why people have viewings for the dead?" I asked acerbically.

"Certainly not to carry on like some common piece of trash," he sniffed, "caterwauling on and on. She was my wife and I won't have you disrupting the solemn decorum that she wanted."

I considered taking the massive wreath that Hans and Kat Werner had sent and bashing him with it. Actually, I was reaching for it when I yanked myself up short. It'd taken a lot of years and experience for me to think about the consequences before I acted. It still didn't come naturally to me.

I frowned at Conrad's smarmy smile. He and I had cordially loathed one another since my mother married him four years ago. Well, that was partly a lie; we'd never been cordial, but this was out there even for him. Why attack me like this here, of all places? 

Movement at the doorway gave me my answer. He wanted to embarrass me in front of someone that mattered. Daddy walked in with his wife, Melissa. I spared Conrad a glare of pure hatred and schooled my features. I wasn't going to disappoint Daddy.

"I'll grieve as I see fit. This isn't over, asshole," I snarled in a low voice.

Sweeping past Conrad as though he weren't there, I went directly to my father and let him take me into his arms. 

His awkward embrace was both comforting in its familiarity and saddening in its brevity. We'd never been more than strangers who just happened to occupy the same house and gene pool. From the earliest moment I could remember, I knew that he was uncomfortable with children, even his own. My father's shows of affection had always been brief and awkward and that never changed in all these years.

I received a perfunctory hug and kiss from Melissa, but her eyes didn't reflect the sorrow on her face. I sometimes wondered how a woman like her had taken Daddy in. She was only ten years my senior and something of a cosmetically enhanced Barbie doll. 

On the other hand, we were enough alike to disturb me. After marrying two men for their wealth and power, I couldn't very well deride her for doing the same, now could I. The fact that they were still married after almost eight years told me that at the very least she was better at handling a philandering husband than I was. Even with her good looks, I knew Daddy too well to expect he'd stopped playing the field. I wondered if I would be her in ten years. If I were, would it finally make him happy? 

"I'm so glad to see you both," I said, my voice astonishingly steady. "Thank you for coming."

"Where else would we be, darling?" Daddy said in a gruff voice. "You need your family around you at a time like this." His glance at his Rolex ruined the effect of those wonderful sentiments.

I almost laughed aloud at such an honest gesture from the man that sired me, the man whose love I'd worked so hard to get as a teen. He was also amazingly like both my ex-husbands. One would think I'd have learned something by watching my mother deal with him, but in the end, I'd ended up marrying men just like him. 

Mentally, I shrugged. Why complain about it? What else was there? All men were alike, weren't they? Certainly, I had never met or been with anyone who'd make me believe otherwise, though some of my friends seemed genuinely happy in their marriages. Gina came to mind. She was genuinely in love with her husband. I didn't like him at first, but he made her happy, so I'd grown to like him over the years. 

"Why don't you and Melissa go say your good-byes?" I said with my best hostess face on. "I'm sure you're exhausted from your flight and want to get out to the chalet to rest."

"We should speak to a few people first." With a smile, Daddy led Melissa to speak with the now solemn and visibly grief-stricken Conrad. It would be awkward for both men, I hoped.

Immediately, I felt guilty for being such a bitch. I always managed to be a bitch about something and then feel badly about it later, though thankfully I managed to keep my mouth shut more often than not these days. It was my worst flaw; I'm certain both of my ex-husbands would agree.

With a sigh, I grabbed my coat, walked out the front door of the funeral home, and looked at the sky. Lead gray clouds hung low above me, promising a good storm tonight. I felt some satisfaction that the weather matched my mood so well. 

I shook myself. I'd had enough of this wallowing in self-pity. There'd be time for that once I was away from this place and away from Conrad. Part of me longed to go back to the chalet; I wanted to reacquaint myself with the bar. Another part of me wanted to go back inside and be with my mother. I knew that part of my dark mood was simply a result of being tired. 

After standing there for a little while, I thought I could be in the same room with the rest of them again. The viewing ended in half an hour. The relative lack of viewers told me that I hadn't been the only person that the self-centered asshole had failed to inform in a timely fashion.

Just before I turned to go back inside, a taxi pulled up and a ghost from my past - one I'd hoped never to see again - climbed out and paid the cabbie. I wanted to run back inside. Hell, I wanted to grab the taxi and tell him to head for LA, but I was rooted to the spot. Like a rabbit frozen in fear and unable to run from an advancing snake, I watched him approach with his bag over his shoulder.

"Hey, babe," Rod said with a grin. "Did you miss me?"

I stood in shock for a moment and then I ran back into the funeral home. I slammed the door in his face, holding it closed with my back, trembling. He'd been my boyfriend in high school and college; we'd broken up and gotten back together countless times over those years. I'd finally dumped him for good when I realized that if he were what a boyfriend was "supposed" to be, then it wasn't enough for me. Rod was a total asshole and serially unfaithful, screwing anything with boobs and a pussy. And let's not forget the cocaine in unlimited quantities. He'd been handsome and rich, a member of my social caste. I'd allowed society's expectations to either keep us together or keep getting us back together for far too long. What in hell was he doing here? 

When Rod knocked on the door, I yelled back as calmly as I could. "Go back into whatever hole you crawled out of!"

"Come on, babe, be reasonable," he pleaded from outside. "I just came to pay my respects to your mother and talk with you. How can that hurt?"

How can that hurt? He apparently had a different set of memories than I did. Combined with my family's own dysfunctions, the entire tumultuous relationship with him had set the tone for every relationship of mine that followed. While I couldn't blame him for my mistakes, I didn't have to like what he'd done to me.

I was trying to find the lock on the door when Daddy, Melissa and Conrad came out, probably attracted by my yelling. 

"Did you say Rod, darling?" Daddy asked. "Open the door and let him in."

Gritting my teeth, I opened the door and stepped back. Rod walked in with a smile for everyone. That was his way. He was the golden boy. No one ever believed he did, or could do, the kind of things he did, and he got off easier than OJ Simpson.

Daddy smiled and took his hand. "Rod, my boy! What a pleasant surprise! What brings you from Bermuda on a night like this?" Rod had fled to Bermuda after he beat charges over a car loaded with drugs, and that had suited me just fine. Oh, he'd made a show of transferring to Miami to finish his degree, but even without proof, I knew the later move to Bermuda was just a continuation of his flight from scrutiny. Rod worked best under the cover of darkness.

"It's good to see you, Mr. Thomas," Rod said diffidently. "I was trying to have a few private words with Regan to express my condolences and catch up on old times, but I think I've upset her. I'll just go into town, get a room, and leave her some space. I'll see you all after the funeral."

"Oh, I wouldn't hear of it," Conrad said with a malicious smile. "We have plenty of room, and I absolutely insist you stay with us."

My mouth dropped open like a hooked fish. "You've got to be kidding me! There's no way he's staying with me!"

Conrad turned to my father with a raised eyebrow. My father shook his head. "Don't be that way, baby. We have plenty of room and Rod is an old friend of the family. He can stay." With a triumphant smile, Conrad walked outside with Daddy.

Rod shrugged at me, hefted his bag, and followed. Daddy hadn't even looked at me. His decision settled the matter. Melissa looked at me, though, and then she looked at Rod and smiled. Her desire for Rod was clearly visible. This was just peachy. It was bad enough that I was staying with Daddy Clueless and three pit vipers, but now it appeared that one viper had a hunger for another.

"We're calling it a day and going to the chalet," Melissa said. "You're supposed to come with us."

I closed the door, resting my forehead against the cool wood. Then I started banging my head rhythmically against it. I loved my father, I really did, but he made me crazy. "I'm supposed to do a lot of things."

"So, I take it that you and Rod have a history," Melissa continued when I regained control of myself, acting as if I'd never tried to bash my own brains out on the door. "But that's over, right?" Her attraction to Rod turned to lust before my eyes, and for a moment I considered warning her, but I really didn't want to share my history with Rod. With a shrug, I realized that they probably deserved one another.

"It couldn't be more over if he was run over by a bus," I confirmed. "I'm going back in for a moment to see Mother again, and then I'll be out." I marched back inside and took a deep breath before walking more sedately to the casket. 

After a minute of silence, I went to join my impatient family for the ride to the chalet. All of them had crammed themselves into Conrad's white SUV. I climbed in next to Daddy and sulked all the way to the chalet.

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When we arrived, we all went in and started stripping off our outerwear. Melissa looked around the foyer and I remembered that she'd never been here before. While Mother was alive, she'd never have stood for either Melissa or Daddy coming here, much less actually staying here.

It'd been years since I'd been here myself and I wanted to refresh my memory of the place, so I decided to give Melissa the tour. The pine entryway opened into a wide stairway that led up to the great room. To either side of the entry were benches. Above them on the walls, hooks waited for coats.

The men stripped their outerwear quickly and went upstairs. I shrugged off my coat, hung it up, and pulled off my shoes. I motioned for Melissa to follow me up to the great room. At one time, I'd thought it was nothing to scream about, but I'd learned to love it and the rest of the place over the years. It had so many good memories. I'd shared it with my parents and with friends. That made me smile. These walls would ruin my reputation, such as it was, if they could talk. Back in college, and on selected trips later, my friends and I had had some wild times here.

Melissa looked impressed at the huge room, and I felt an unexpected burst of pride. It was over two stories tall with incredible floor-to-ceiling windows on the far end. The pine paneling that continued seamlessly from below supported antique ski equipment that added ambiance to the wide-open space. Throughout the room were scattered couches and end tables that fit the spirit of the place like a glove. The stone fireplace took up about half of one wall and a long wet bar ran along the opposite side of the room. Finally, two hallways led off, one to the left and one to the right.

I pointed to the glass doors that melded into the large windows. "We have a deck out there with a big hot tub and there are rooms down each of the hallways. Sometime during the screaming match when I arrived, Conrad said you were in the second room on the left side of the leftmost hall. I'm in the room next to yours." The first room on that side had been my room for as long as I could remember. I'd checked to be sure that Conrad was on the opposite side of the house. "There are bathrooms at the end of both halls and the kitchen is the first door on the right side of the rightmost hall. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go change." 

When I had my door closed and locked behind me, I threw myself on the bed and held my head. How could things go so badly so quickly? I hid for half an hour, trying to convince myself it was all a bad dream. Then I gave up, grabbed some clothes, and sequestered myself in the bathroom for a long, hot shower.

The house was suspiciously quiet when I returned to the great room. Maybe I was alone. A check of the kitchen showed it to be empty and spotless. I walked back out and mixed myself a drink. I needed it. I needed more, but this was all I allowed myself these days.

I'd barely seated myself on one of the couches when Rod came out of my hallway. So much for being alone, I thought. He had changed into a set of slacks and a turtleneck. That was one thing about Rod. He always cleaned up well. You'd never know about the slime that lay under that slick and handsome exterior.

I took a breath and looked away from him, pretending I was alone. That, of course, didn't work. He fixed himself a drink and sat down across from me.


Karma Ch. 01



This is my first submission and I opted to relate a story of Karma. A tale of how things have a way of balancing themselves out over time. 

*

My ex-wife, Dana, has made it a point to cause havoc in my post-divorce life. She sought to punish me for 1)Finally calling her bluff as far as her repeated threats of divorce and 2) To go so far as to actually go out and build another, better, life without her.

I should take a moment at this point to give a brief description of Dana. She is a slightly heavy, not necessarily fat, but plump woman of 42 years. She has auburn hair, a medium complexion, and brown eyes. Her most attractive feature has to be a set of 36D tits with half-dollar sized areola, capped by large, thumb-size, brownish nipples. These nipples will stand out an inch when she is aroused and I absolutely loved to pull and tug on (which she hated, but tolerated) when we (occasionally) had sex. Dana had a beautiful pussy which she always trimmed short and occasionally shaved for me.

Recent events have brought the war between Dana and me to a crisis point. I have recently retired from the Navy and have sought to take custody of our two sons from her. This is based upon me being able to provide a better quality of life for them. I could never pursue this before due to my desire for them to have a steady home life, which I could not provide due to my military duties. My sons, 14 and 16, had recently asked if they could move in with me following a fight with Dana and her new boyfriend. 

Dana immediately started to increase her attacks on my life, and sought to tarnish my military record and future employment by seeking a fraudulent restraining order on me. This action cost her nothing, at first, and cost me numerous legal headaches. We ultimately ended up in court over the restraining order and I easily prevailed. Now I seek to recoup the money that this cost me, and punish Dana. This leads to my story.

Dana was now in jeopardy of losing her house due to being required to pay me back several thousand dollars. Her finances had always been on the ragged edge due to her spending and had recently caused her to go into bankruptcy. She could simply not afford any more financial problems and now, with the court order to pay me, she was frantic.

Dana left a voice mail for me late one night requesting a chance to negotiate the payment terms. I initially ignored her plea, figuring that she was getting precisely what she deserved, Karma right? Several days later I began to think about those juicy tits and wondered if there was a way to perhaps get my hands on them again. Maybe to screw with Dana as she had been screwing with me. Maybe get some of the sex that she had denied me throughout our 16 year marriage.

I called Dana's cell phone from a payphone a few days later (not wanting to leave a formal record leading to me as she often tried to set up little legal traps for me...). I told her that I was prepared to discreetly meet to discuss an alternative. I told her that we could meet in the parking lot of a local restaurant on Saturday morning. She readily agreed.

Saturday morning, I arrived at the restaurant early and parked across the street. Dana arrived late, as usual. I let her sit for fifteen minutes to see if someone was with her. She sat in her car quietly. I called her (again from a pay phone) and told her to move to a nearby parking lot of a local mall. I then followed her over. When she parked, I pulled up behind her and told her to leave her cell in her car and join me in mine. She looked confused, but complied. When she got out of her car she was wearing a fashionable sweat suit. 

When she got in my car, I retreated to a remote corner of the lot and parked. I told Dana that I was prepared to offer an alternative to the financial schedule. She quickly requested the details and I responded by flatly proposed that she could trade sex for the first two months of what she was to pay me. She looked shocked and started to stammer. I spoke over her and continued "There are, however, some rules. 1) No negotiation. What I said was the law. 2) She was to comply immediately without any comment. 3) No more legal games. If these rules are ever in question, if there was ever a delay, if... anything; I would, of course, press on with my legal campaign, deny this meeting ever occurred and even seek further damages." I asked if she understood. She started to stammer, but I shut her up and reiterated that this was a yes or no question and a one-time offer. If her answer was "no", she could get out of the car and start packing her house. Dana's eyes were a combination of fear and anger. I could also see the gears turning trying to find a way to turn the situation. She finally nodded "yes".

I waited for a moment and then told her it was time for a test. I ordered her to pull her sweatshirt up and show me her tits. She was shocked and started to stammer again. I said "show me the tits or get out". She slowly pulled the shirt up to reveal a sports bar that was ready to burst, large nipples plainly visible. I told her to pull the bra up. She complied and released her large tits. They were even larger than I remembered and the nipples were jutting out to the sides with combination of the cold and excitement. I reached over with both hands and grasped the nipples and began to lift the breasts. Dana made a muted whimper, but that was the limit of her protest. I steadily increased pressure, crushing both nipples, her eyes closed and she bit her lip. Finally I released her tits and retrieved a green laundry bag from the back floorboard. I told her to place this over her head and lay the seat back. When she did this, I took several pictures with my digital camera of her laying back, tits jutting and nipples hard. I started the car and drove several laps around the parking lot and we departed for the next chapter of my plan.

I had reserved a cheap nearby motel room, and after driving around for about twenty minutes we arrived. During the drive I had amused myself by alternately slapping Dana's tits and tugging on her large nipples. She remained quiet under the laundry sack.

I stopped the car near the exterior door to our room and after a quick look around the parking lot, pulled the sweatshirt down over her Dana's tits and helped her out. I pushed her through the doorway and quickly closed the door. My intent with the laundry sack and other precautions was to prevent Dana from having any specific details which she could possibly use to give me grief in the future. I wanted to keep every advantage possible.

After pushing her through the door, I turned on two digital video cameras I had set up earlier that morning, both with different angles of the room... I told Dana that she could remove the bag and offered her something to drink. She was a little mussed and drank about half a bottle of water. I sat down in a chair and asked if she was ready to continue. She slowly nodded. I told her to remove all of her clothing. I pulled out my camera and started taking pics of her strip. She was disturbed by this, but I told her "my rules) and she reluctantly kept removing her clothing.

Dana slowly removed the sweatshirt revealing her tits, nipples jutting, still hanging below the sports bra. She then quickly removed the bra. I told her to stop and to face the mirror over the TV. I also adjusted one of the video cameras to capture the video from below. I stood and came up to stand behind her. I told her to place her hands on her head and to keep them there. I reached around with both hands and again started to maul her tits. I initially crushed them in my hands and then, grasping both nipples, pulled them out away from her body causing both tits to cone. I shook the tits by the nipples and really tried to hurt her. Dana always allowed me to play with her tits during our marriage, but always stopped me from doing much with her nipples. Now the tits were mine and I abused them for the next ten minutes alternately slapping them from the bottom and sides and sadistically tugging and twisting the nipples. Dana had closed her eyes and made small sounds through clinched lips.

I stopped the abuse for a moment and told her to face my chair. I sat back down and recorded my progress with the still camera. Her tits were pink and flushed. The nipples were standing out like never before, hard and pointing out to the sides. 

Dana had tears in her eyes as I ordered her to remove the rest of her clothes. She rapidly lowered her pants revealing a pair of granny panties. I told her to remove them as well, put her hands back on her head and to spread her legs. She was horrified, but complied. During our marriage she had always trimmed her pussy hair and only occasionally shaved it. Now it seemed that Dana had recently waxed all the hair, leaving her cunt bald. Extremely exciting! I adjusted the video camera to capture her bald pussy and took a few more digital stills .I reached over with my right hand and ran my hand over her cunt. She started to close her legs, but I barked at her to stop. Dana hated the word "cunt" so, as I started to insert a finger, I asked her why her cunt was so wet. She could do nothing but whimper. I could see a combination of anger, fear, and arousal in her eyes. 

One finger became two, which became three, and then four. She was standing still, legs spread wide, and I was trying to push more and more of my hand inside.

I finally ordered her to sit back on the bed to record my progress. She sat there with her thighs as far apart as possible while I took several pictures. I then pushed her back and told her to lift her legs for more pics. She grasps her legs behind the knees and pulled her legs back. I took few pictures, slapped her cunt, and barked at her to pull them back further. She started to cry, but complied. This exposed her gaping cunt hole and also exposed her ass underneath. I slapped her pussy, inserted fingers in her cunt (attempted my whole hand), and took a few more pictures. Some very detailed of my fisting attempt. I even forced a couple of fingers up her ass. This was always an extreme taboo during our marriage.

I then put her on all fours for yet more pics. My cock was getting extremely hard at the poses I was forcing her to assume. I decided it was time for a little relief. While she was on all fours, I pulled my nine inch cock out and aimed it at her mouth. Dana took it without any resistance and I slowly fed more and more into her mouth. She started to choke some, but I just grabbed her hair, lifted her face, and kept pushing. During our marriage Dana would seldom give me head, and when she did, it was only the first couple of inches. Now I was really pushing my cock down her throat. As she was sucking I could look behind her and see her ass in the mirror. I reached back and spread her legs to really expose her bald cunt and small asshole. More pictures.

I started to force my cock into her throat faster and faster. Dana was choking and gagging. I was also reaching underneath her to grasp her swinging tits and roughly pull and twist her nipples. Before I came, I flipped her onto her back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed. I reinserted my cock and continued my abuse of her tits. Dana was really gagging and her legs were flailing about. I released her sore nipples and grabbed both of her knees, pulling her legs up and apart. I ordered Dana to hold them there. While fucking her mouth, forcefully, I again began to slap her bare cunt. She was screaming around my cock, but never let her legs go. A few minutes of this and I shot one of the biggest loads of my life right down her throat.

After my climax I slowly withdrew my cock and wiped it all over her face and into her hair. Dana lay unmoving on the bed, sobbing. I retrieved my camera and took more pictures of her cum stained face, reddened tits, and obscenely spread cunt.

I offered her the remainder of her water and while she was drinking, I started preparing for the next chapter in today's event.

I had purchased via mail order a large cone shaped dildo. It was eleven inches long and about four inches in diameter at the base. I placed it on the floor and directed Dana to climb off of the bed and sit on it. She slowly moved off of the bed and, giving me a fearful look, started to slide the dildo into her cunt. It was obviously too large and she was starting to resist. I moved my chair over and started slapping her face with my still hard cock. She took me back in her mouth and I slowly started to push her shoulders down, in turn forcing her onto the rubber cock. Dana's resistance was rapidly crumbling. I kept pushing more cock into her mouth and more rubber cock into her cunt. As she neared total impalement, I pulled my cock from her mouth and started to slap her tits, slowly at first, but then harder and harder. She cried out as she began to fuck herself with the dildo, I just kept slapping her tits. Andria gave a final strangled cry and went limp. She fell back, legs folded behind her, with the massive dildo still buried in her cunt. I, of course, took more pictures. 

My cock was so hard again that it actually hurt. I picked Dana up off of the floor; the dildo slowly came out of her pussy, and positioned her face down on the bed. I placed a couple of pillows under her belly and positioned her ass in the air. Throughout our marriage, among a lot of other things, Dana's ass was strictly off limits. I was about to change that. 

Dana was still in a stupor from her orgasm, and did not react when I stepped up behind her and roughly slammed my cock into her cunt. She grunted a little as my weight settled onto her. I slammed her pussy for a few minutes, absolutely as hard as I could. I twisted a hand in her hair and pulled her head back. Her cunt was loose after the large dildo. I told Dana through gritted teeth that I was now going to take what she always denied me. 

I pulled my cock out of her loose wet cunt and positioned it at the entrance of her ass. I nudged her and I felt her body stiffen. I slapped her ass hard and told her to stay still. I ordered her to pull her cheeks apart with both hands. She reluctantly complied, and buried her face into the bed. I took a couple of pics of her ass and pussy spread open. I then nudged her asshole again with my cock and slowly started to feed it into her. As soon as the head was in, I grabbed her hair again, pulled back, and slammed my cock into her ass in one forceful lunge. Andria screamed into the bedclothes and tried to crawl forward off of my cock. I followed her, trapping her against the headboard and began to really slam her ass. She was crying and trying to pull off. I just slapped her ass hard and kept pounding. I reached under her and started mauling her large nipples again. I had never pulled or twisted them harder! Her asshole was clenching my cock harder as I, in turn tortured her tits. After a few minutes I exploded into her ass. 

I pulled my cock out of Dana's ass and walked around the bed. She was whimpering and looked at me with tear-filled eyes. I grasped her hair and lifted her head. She looked at me and slowly shook he head "no". I paid no attention and slapped my shit covered cock against her cheek. I forced it against her pursed lips. Finally, I was fed up, and reaching underneath her, grasped a tortured nipple and started to twist. She cried and opened her mouth. I shoved my shit covered cock into her mouth and told her to clean it off.

Afterward Dana was crying on the bed. I walked around the bed taking more pictures of my aftermath, especially my come dripping from her ass and her gaping cunt. She, up to this point, had said nothing. Now she started to complain and get back to her bitchy self. I stopped her by reminding her of all the video and pictures I had taken. I also reminded her that there was nothing legal to say I had to do anything about her financial mess. After about 30 seconds of this I was simply fed up and advanced on her again. I flipped her onto her back, pulled her head over the edge and began to fuck her face some more.

Dana struggled, but I was angrier than before and, after two orgasms, my cock was more sated for the long haul. I pushed it further down her throat than before and actually was able to cut off her air. I grasp her around the neck and held it there. Dana struggled, legs flailing, but was unable to push me back. I did this several times, while thoroughly enjoying both her discomfort and the flashing of her bald cunt as her legs thrashed. My cock was ¾ hard when I started this new event. It got harder and harder. I resumed torturing Dana's tits and nipples, actually pulling her to me and forcing my cock further down her spasming throat by those large nipples.

I was preparing to give Dana yet another load of cum down her throat, and I pulled out, adjusted the cameras, and sat back in my chair. I ordered the teared up Dana off of the bed and told her it was time for her to ride some. She slowly got off the bed and staggered over and began to climb in my lap. I told her to turn around and face the cameras. I did not want to be face to face and moreover wanted a real humiliation fuck as the final act. Dana started to back up to the chair; I stopped her briefly and placed my cock at her asshole. She started sobbing, but kept coming back, slowly forcing my cock into her ass. Soon I was buried in her ass and she was crying a little louder. I reached and grasped both of her legs, pulling them off the floor and anchoring them over the arms of my chair. This forced a scream as her full weight forced my cock deeper in her ass. I grabbed Dana's hair and pulled her back, causing her tits to jut toward the cameras and gaped her abused cunt. Then I began to thrust up into her and reach around for her nipples... again. Dana was crazed with pain. I was guiding her up and down by tugging and pulling on those nipples. She was crying and I just became more and more brutal. She was attempting to push herself off of my cock, but was simply too weak. I finally released her nipples, pushed her over, and shot my final load of the day into her abused ass.

I pushed Dana on over and she collapsed to the floor on her side. I kneeled next to her and pushed my cock into her mouth for the second cleaning of the day. This time Dana didn't resist and slowly licked the slime from my cock. When she was finished, I helped her to her feet, shoved her toward the bathroom to clean herself up, and went to review my recordings. 

The digital record of the day's events was better than I could have hoped. It chronicled the whole depraved scene, from the initial arrival to the final submission. The last evolution was the sweetest of all. Dana was astride my cock, legs outside the arms of my chair, and tits red with abuse. You could clearly see how my cock was making her ass stretch and pull with each thrust, and also see well into her bald gaping cunt. Dana's cunt was so obscenely displayed. Her head was flopping loose with my thrusts and her eyes were only showing the whites. Awesome video.

After about twenty-five minutes I heard the shower stop in the bathroom and Dana emerged wearing a towel. She was very subdued and did not lift her eyes from the floor. I quietly ordered her to dress, she complied, and I replaced the laundry sack over her head. After checking the parking lot, I lead Dana back to my rental car, and placed her inside. I repeated the circuitous path back to the mall and stopped in a remote corner for the final talk.

When I removed the bag and sat her up, Dana remained subdued. I passed an envelope with the first month's cash inside to her and reminded her of all the pics and video that I had taken. I said that no one would believe that this had occurred and if I had the slightest impression that she told anyone of the events, that I would ruin her life. I also told her that I would discretely be in touch and grabbed and squeezed the nearest tit. She grunted with pain. 




Karma Ch. 01



I dropped her back at her car and pulled away without even looking back. Total elapsed time: four hours.



Karma Ch. 01



The weather bureau had promised fine and fantastic weather for the week-end.  They'd got it right, so for a change on Saturday we walked the couple miles to the cricket fields.  We sat with the same two parents like we did every game and the four of us watched our kids and their teammates as they all played really well; in fact, exceptionally well.  

We were enjoying ourselves as we watched a great game and it was made better still by the great conversation and the harmless teasing with our two best friends.   Our close bond had led to countless great evenings and barbecues with them and even an unforgettable holiday away together the previous year when we'd rented a large house at the beach.  

At Julie's insistence we'd invited them along after we realized how big the holiday house was.  It had been such an amazing week.  Life couldn't have been more perfect.   

I smiled to myself as George kept our wives wine glasses filled.  I knew I'd get very lucky that evening so I didn't complain.  Over the past twelve months or so, Julie had become far more adventurous in bed when she'd had too much to drink.  She'd want to do things she'd never dream of doing any other time; she'd always refused to try them before.    

Don't get me wrong; Julie wouldn't be anywhere near falling over drunk, just really happy and amorous with less inhibitions; but that would be hours away.  Best of all, the kids were going out to a party at a friend's place.  They'd told us it was an all-nighter so we'd have the house to ourselves until late Sunday morning.  

In the meantime, the night ahead was something for me to daydream about.  Even I was taking advantage of the fact I didn't have to drive and was drinking when I usually wouldn't have.  George had brought enough beer and wine for all of us after I'd told him earlier in the week we'd be walking to the game if the weather was going to be as good as they'd forecast.  Luckily for me the beer was my one of my favourites and I'd share the cost with him later so he wouldn't be out of pocket.

Our team's manager was doing the rounds talking to all the supporters.  As she stopped to talk she reminded us all that the cafe was closed and we all needed to have brought our lunch as there weren't any open shops nearby for some reason.  It was obvious we hadn't been given a message and her advice was a bit late for us; George must've forgotten to pass it on.  

It had been his turn to pick up the kids from training during the week and he would've been given any messages while he waited for them.   Like most parents who have to drive their kids everywhere I was looking forward to one or even both of them finally getting their car licence so they wouldn't be so dependent on us.  

We all looked at George and he shrugged his shoulders saying, "I'm sorry. What's done is done. It just completely slipped my mind when we started to talk after I dropped the twins home." 

He was right and maybe I was partly to blame as well.  I did stop him and we talked for quite a while about how he was finding work now that he was contracted full-time.

Shit happens, so rather than start any finger pointing that could ruin a good friendship I stood up, smiled and gave a half-hearted wave then started to walk home to make lunches.  In hindsight I should've just asked George to drive me but it didn't even occur to me at the time.

I'd only taken a few paces before Julie called me back saying, "James, don't be silly; you love watching the twins bowling so much. I'll go; I want to do it. Besides you always leave the kitchen in such a mess."  

She did it again!  Why do wives always do that in public?  All the women nearby had turned their heads and were smiling and quietly laughing as they looked for the husband who'd just been outed by one of their "sisters" for "always leaving a mess".  Even Karen was laughing at me.   I'd done nothing to deserve that!

Was there some hidden code there for the other wives nearby to hear or is it just to let them all know you have some bad habits like the one that everyone around us just heard, 'you always leave the kitchen in such a mess' or that other great favourite they sometimes use, 'you never put the toilet seat down' to stop them thinking you're perfect and want you?  

Julie got up to walk home and I wondered if she'd had too much wine at the time but she seemed remarkably sober otherwise I would've stopped her.  No matter how much I loved to watch the twins bowling I grabbed her hand and went to walk with her.

Then George spoke up, "Hang on you two!  Wait up a minute!   James, Julie's right about you watching the twins. It's my fault, so how about I drive Julie home so that I can help make our lunches with her.  Your place is closer so it's the obvious choice.  Karen can't take her as she's had too many wines to drive now and I've only had one beer all morning.

James, I'd give you my keys so you could drive our SUV but you've been drinking a lot more than me and you're probably just over the limit.  Anyway, we've forgotten our lunches as well.  So I'll take her and once the lunches are made we can get back here quickly to watch the rest of the game.  

It's pointless Karen coming with us; besides you two can keep each other company.  Anyway, someone from each family should stay here just in case.  Like you, I hate missing any part of the game but it's the least I can do for forgetting to pass on the message.  

If things change dramatically and we go into bat early, one of you can phone us so we can hurry back.  There'll a ten minute change over and you only live minutes away by car so we won't miss anything.  Todd's opening the batting today but by the looks of it we'll be back in plenty of time if we drive unless your kids get them all out quickly of course."

Karen had been watching and listening closely then agreed, "George is right. I've had too much to drink so I can't drive.  James, let them do it; let em go!  It won't take them long.  Besides, my shoulders need a massage.  Stay here and talk to me while you watch your kids.  You'll always regret it if you go and miss watching it all.  It's turned out to be such a great game.  Julie, please tell him he has to stay and look after me!"

Julie laughed and responded, "James, you heard Karen; she needs a massage. Your magic hands will turn her into a quivering mess again. George and I can make the lunches while you look after the needs of my very special friend here.  I'll expect her to be thoroughly relaxed by the time we get back, so do as you're told and put your amazing hands to work on her.  Pleassssse honey?" 

I took a few moments and watched William bowling while I decided whether to go home with Julie or do what everyone else wanted and stay.   As I watched, William took another wicket; that made three.  He was on a roll and I didn't want to miss any further success with the ball so I decided to do as Julie asked me and stay to massage Karen's shoulders while I continued to watch the game and talk.   

They immediately left for our home nearby.  As soon as I started Karen seemed to melt like she did every time I worked on her shoulders; I knew she always enjoyed it.  She must have loved it more than usual or maybe she was daydreaming about having sex with George as I heard her quietly sigh and moan quite a few times.

William finished his spell bowling with his fourth wicket on the last ball of his last over then Amy took the ball and did just as well.   At the time I was sure I'd made the right decision and was glad I stayed.   

Perhaps I should've gone to make the lunches but I especially loved watching the faces on the young batsmen when a very pretty girl with long blond hair took their wickets.   A few players from the opposing team had given her shit all morning as they heckled and sledged her trying to get her flustered or maybe mistakenly thinking it would get her attention so they could ask her out later.....they'd certainly got her attention. 

I often wondered if the batsmen were watching her when she bowled and not the hard red leather ball racing towards their wickets.  She could be a devastatingly accurate swing bowler as they all soon found out.   

There was nothing more humiliating to the four teenage boys who were given out with very few runs to show that their time at the crease had been worthwhile.  A couple had even copped hard hits on their bodies from the ball depending on what they'd said to her.  They'd been hit accidently of course.

It felt like Julie and George had been gone quite a while and I'd expected them back much sooner.  I wasn't worried but I mentioned it to Karen and she told me, "Don't fret James. Please just keep massaging me.  They really haven't been gone all that long."

If it had been anyone else who'd told me not to fret, I might've taken offence.   Sometime late in the morning I needed to check on the progress of some software testing at work and before our spouses arrived back was as good a time as any, so I stopped working on Karen's shoulders much to her displeasure.   

I dug my IPhone from my pocket and contacted my staff and watched them as we spoke.  During the conversation I could see Karen looking at me questioningly; god she was hot and so nice to be around.  

I'd never admit it to anyone; not even Julie or Karen herself but I always enjoyed touching her now as well as having her near to me and that really scared me because I loved Julie so much; I'd never hurt or betray her.  I justified it to myself thinking we were all just really close friends and enjoyed being with each other; besides, Julie constantly asked me to do it.  

I had thought it strange to start with but Julie was continually asking me to massage Karen after I did a massage course at her request following our holidays last year.  Although the requests were frequently for full body massages I'd only ever agree to work on her shoulders and neck.  I saved my full body massages for my loving wife.  

Julie had even asked me to show George how to massage properly so he could do her shoulders while I did Karen's.  Both women ganged up against me and said it was only fair.  I did it to make Julie happy and to a lesser degree Karen.  I loved Julie so much I'd do most anything for her.

Whenever I did massage Karen I'd look over and see Julie watching and grinning like she enjoyed seeing me with my hands on her friend.   Even with Julie's encouragement it took me a long time before I was comfortable touching Karen's shoulders.   I couldn't even begin to contemplate giving Karen a full body massage and I certainly wouldn't tolerate George giving Julie one.

I was pleased that everything was going well at work and they expected the software they were testing to perform.  

When I finished the call, Karen asked, "That's a cell phone isn't it?  I couldn't help notice you could see them.  How can you do that James?"  

When we'd first met Karen and George at our kid's cricket games nine years earlier, George had described his beautiful wife as a bit of a technophobe but I thought that it had more to do with Karen's lack of contact with modern technology.   She'd been a stay-at-home mum for so long and couldn't even use a modern computer.  

The last one she'd used ages ago was an early model Commodore 64 with duel floppy drives and tapes.   Karen hadn't changed and she still didn't use a computer and her cell phone was so old it didn't have a built-in camera.  Not wanting to confuse her I kept it simple and described some of the advances in cell phone technology so that I could talk with and see my staff at the same time.  

Once I finished I couldn't help myself and I started telling her about my pride and joy; the latest App I had written for my IPhone that could access and control my video security system at home.  I touched the App to show her what Julie and George were doing if they were still at the house after all this time; god I wished I hadn't.  

It felt like my chest suddenly imploded as my heart was instantly ripped out from what I heard and saw.  There was a dreadful pain in my chest like I'd never felt before.  What I saw George doing was bad enough but it was what Julie had said that did the real damage.  

It seemed like time stood still as my life as I knew it crashed around me but it was only seconds and by the time I recovered and looked back at the screen they were gone.  I ripped my earphones out and just showed Karen the video image of an empty kitchen.  The only evidence that they'd been there was the knives and cutting boards on the kitchen bench.   

I didn't say anything to Karen about what I seen; I was completely crushed.   It was only a few more minutes but by the time Julie and George returned with the lunches, my mind was in complete turmoil at what had just shattered my perfect life.  I said nothing to either of them as my mind tried to grapple with the dilemma they'd caused.  

My background had taught me not to rush into problems without first knowing what really happened.   Deep down I desperately wanted to kick that shithead's face in straight away for what I believed he'd done but I had to find out what had actually happened before I did or said anything I might regret later.   

Sure as hell I suspected something was potentially and dreadfully wrong.  How could I say or do something in case I was mistaken and I'd misinterpreted what I'd seen and heard in just a few short seconds?    I was positive I knew what I'd stumbled on to though; enough to make my chest ache so badly.   My mind was racked by confusion and anguish.

I just couldn't accept or believe that my loving wife and my best friend would betray me like that; after all, they could have just been joking again around hoping I might have been watching.  I knew the two of them were prone to pulling practical jokes but it didn't look like they were acting to me.   From what I could see now it didn't appear they'd been playing a joke on me at all.  They weren't leading me on like they did the last time.

After they all ate lunch I sensed both Julie and Karen noticed my change in mood and they must have just thought I was very unhappy about something at work.  I don't think anyone noticed I hadn't eaten anything; I just wasn't hungry.  My anger grew as I wondered what could have happened.   What made it so much worse was that he wouldn't stop smiling.   

I was sure if he'd fucked Julie then he would've thought I was totally clueless and I didn't suspect he'd just cuckolded me.  Thinking the worst, it was easy to see why that shithead was on such a high.   I wanted to smash his face in to wipe the smile off that back-stabbing bastard.  

I mightn't have said anything then but I certainly wasn't clueless anymore or even a willing cuckold.  At least I knew that I needed to establish the facts before I acted; I wanted blood.   Karen was now interested in the home security and video surveillance systems I'd installed and kept asking questions.  

I knew George was too involved in the game to listen as Todd was batting really well so I made a point of watching Julie's face in between watching the game as I answered Karen's questions.  I knew I'd start Julie worrying if she thought that I'd found out they'd fucked; that is, if they actually had.  If they hadn't, it shouldn't worry her but I'd still have to worry about what I'd heard her say and George touching her inappropriately.

I told Karen, "My systems are a bit different. I'm the only who can turn the cameras off once they've been switched on.  Once the motion sensors have been tripped the cameras record everything but then they stop if there's no movement after five minutes. 

Turning off the security system only turns off the alarms and doesn't inactivate the cameras; everyone including the twins thinks it does.   The two systems are interlinked but separate; they were deliberately installed that way." 

My chest was still hurting and I wanted to return home to run the downloads early so I'd know for sure one way or the other.   Without even realizing it I was rubbing my chest trying to ease the pain I was feeling when Julie saw me and gave a worried look as she asked, "James, are you okay? You're not having a heart attack are you?"

How the fuck would I know what a heart attack felt like?  All I knew was that I was angry and terribly frustrated now not knowing what had really occurred.  I felt like saying, "Why would you give a shit about me after what you just did!" 

Maybe I should've but in the end I was lucky I didn't.  I just shook my head a little as I stood up and walked away slowly before I said something I'd regret.  I stayed stooped over as I walked to try to ease that unimaginable pain.   

Both Julie and Karen looked worried and whispered very quietly to each other as they continued to observe me closely while I leaned against a tree and kept watching the game.  Nothing would help that awful aching go away so after a while I returned to my seat.   Karen must have tried to ease the situation and wanted to know more about my security system.  

So that she could understand, I continued to describe it in layman's terms.  I hadn't missed the fact that Julie seemed more than a little nervous since they'd arrived back and heard us talking about the security system at home and even more so when she heard she hadn't turned it off.   

I watched her cover her mouth when I said, "Because the cameras are top quality and so well placed if I go home now and download the files, I can tell you what Julie made us all for lunch and I can see what George was up to and if he actually helped or just hung around talking.  Each room has multiple cameras so every angle is covered; nothing is missed.  

If I want I can even zoom in for close-ups to see anything in graphic detail if I need to.   Five minutes after Julie and George left the house to come back here the cameras would have turned themselves off ready to be activated again. I can only see in real time on my phone like before when we had a look to see where they were." 

Julie's eyes opened wide when she heard we'd looked in on them at the house.

"When we're home I keep the cameras turned off and I control the whole system through my PC or the App on my IPhone I showed you before.  I can even turn them off and on or see what is happening in real time at our house from anywhere in the world that has a cellular network or internet access." 

I didn't expect it but if something had happened, for some strange reason I was hoping Julie would drag me aside now and tell me, but she didn't.  If they really were just joking about to fool me I wasn't sure how to approach it without seeming jealous and spoil our great friendship.  

I could see Karen was still very interested but Julie was quiet and had gone as white as a ghost.  Based on Julie's reactions and what I'd seen and heard my heart sank as I guessed something must have actually happened and she realized whatever they'd done had been recorded.  

No one else knew and I didn't mention that I was also logging and recording every telephone conversation at home as well.   I thought that it would make me seem a bit anal but I'd been warned that a few of our kids' acquaintances were into dope and worse.  I was hoping to stop it very quickly if they got involved with them.  

Now I'd have to check the phone logs and maybe the calls as well to see if George had been speaking to Julie and if they'd planned what I was worried they did or if they'd done it before.

My chest was killing me as I began to worry more and more about what I'd seen and heard.  Different scenarios of what could have happened were swirling endlessly in my head.  Unless Julie told me what went on, I knew I had to get home to find out. To tell the truth I was confused and unsure so I didn't want to go and leave Julie with George in case Karen was involved as well and had helped arrange it. 




Karma Ch. 01



Karen kept talking with me about all sorts of things trying to make conversation and I wondered if she knew what they'd done and if her role had been to keep me busy and away from home while they fucked.  After all, she'd insisted I stay with her while her husband took my wife home.  But then, even Julie had insisted I stay with Karen.

I needed to go but found I couldn't get away.   I did notice however that Julie drank no more wine that day after they arrived back.  Either way, I knew my erotic night ahead of me was finished......no tipsy wife to be amorous and there was no way I wanted to be anywhere near sloppy seconds if they'd fucked; I never had and I never would.  

My heart was beating so hard from what I now imagined had happened; I wanted to scream at them; I wanted to hurt them somehow to abate my growing anger.  Luckily it didn't take too long for our batsmen to overtake the other teams score so I ended up staying until the end of the game and had a chance to see both William and Amy batting together for a change.  

I kept asking myself if Julie and George were having an affair but as I watched and listened I saw that Julie was only speaking with Karen and seemed to be refusing to have any conversation with George at all; a lover's spat maybe?  I stayed away from him so that I didn't have to talk to him; and probably beat him to a pulp.  

Julie's non-verbals told me she was really pissed off at George for some reason and she even sat well away from him which was strange as usually they got on so well.  They'd always sat together teasing each other like close brothers and sisters often do.  I became somewhat confused about what could've happened; was it more like rape or blackmail and if it was, why Julie hadn't said something to me?   

As the four of us walked home together after the game was finished I was really worried this might be the last time we did it as a family.  There was no way I could accept what she might've willingly done but at the same time I knew I couldn't live without her; I didn't want to lose her.  

Julie was everything to me.   I'd fight hard and dirty to keep her and prevent anyone from touching her if I had to.  I was feeling more turmoil and of course there was still that terrible, throbbing pain in my chest. 

I wouldn't be a willing cuckold though. If I have the proof at home that something had been happening, the unrelenting, and horrible agony I was feeling now was going to be very liberally shared around; some of it literally.   I was deep in thought, praying what I believed happened earlier in fact hadn't, but suspecting it most probably did.   

I said nothing to Julie as she walked next to me.   Our teenage twins, William and Amy babbled on about how well the match had gone for their team and the wickets they'd each taken as well as runs they'd both made.  I was so proud of them but my mind was clouded by what I'd seen and heard for those few seconds.  

Looking at Julie I could see she had something on her mind and a few times when the kids had gone ahead I was sure she was about to say something to me but then dropped her head and shook it slowly as she muttered quietly to herself.  Her eyes were puffy like she was about to cry so I asked if she was alright but she just nodded her head.

When we arrived home, I went straight to my study and shut the door while Julie went to the kitchen to clean up from making the lunches then to start preparing dinner. The twins put their gear away in the garage then went and showered.  When they came out they helped their mother so we could have dinner early as they were getting picked up for the party. 

I hadn't turned all the cameras off for a change when we entered the house as I had to find out all I could and establish if my marriage was in danger of being totally destroyed; I needed to try to save it somehow without being accepting of what could have happened.

Downloading the files from the server for the week took some time and as I waited I noticed on the monitor on my desk that Julie would frequently come to the closed door of my study and stand there for a few moments. 

Her hand would get near to the door knob as if to come in but each time she seemed to change her mind then turned and went back to the kitchen.  Now that she knew everything they'd done was recorded, I suspected she might want to talk about what happened in case I saw it all on the downloads from the server.  

I wish she had talked to me; if only she'd told me everything, maybe it would've all been less painful for both of us.....but then again, maybe not.  If she had, there was no way I would have ever wanted to watch what was recorded to confirm what they'd done.   Just hearing about it from her would have been more than enough pain.

Eighteen months earlier I had well hidden security cameras installed in every room after our house had been broken into and needlessly trashed while we were away one weekend, so I'd soon know everything Julie and George had said and done in any room. 

As I waited I ran through the telephone logs and isolated any phones calls to and from George's cell and their home phone for the past month.  I even downloaded Julie's cell phone records. 

I recalled the few calls from George's cell were made to me and the few that I sampled involving their home phone were Karen and Julie wanting to chat.  I couldn't listen to everything as I rechecked the past week with more scrutiny but decided that whatever happened wasn't planned or talked about over the phone.   Importantly, as far as I could find out George and Julie never spoke together on the phone.

I never bothered to watch what was downloaded every week apart from my special nights of passion with Julie when I turned the cameras on in our bedroom or the patio.  She was so amazing to watch as she made love to me and she never knew I secretly recorded it all; she would've freaked out.  I'd been planning to show her some time during another night of unrestrained fervour.

When the download was finally completed, I searched for what happened earlier that day.  I was able to find what I dreaded easily enough and watched Julie arrive home and turn off the alarms then enter the house trailed by George; he was watching her arse as her followed her.  Julie went to the bathroom to clean up after the morning watching cricket and I observed George looking like he had something seriously on his mind as he surveyed the room.  

Before Julie came out he did something curious; he went to the front door and made sure it was locked.  After Julie left the bathroom she went straight to the kitchen and started making sandwiches and cutting up fruit.  I was feeling much better thinking that there'd been no signs of anything happening or about to take place.  

Maybe they were just joking after all; I was so relieved.  If they were having an affair or planning to, I was sure they would've fucked as soon as they walked in the door or at least said something.  I could hear every word as I looked at George hanging about behind her as he tried to make conversation; it certainly wasn't the language of lovers.  

Finally I heard George ask Julie if her shoulders were still stiff and sore and of course she replied that they were.  Julie had already told everyone very early in the day while we were watching the game that her shoulders were sore from all the gardening she'd done the day before.  He put his hands on her shoulders and immediately started to massage.  

She then commented how good his hands felt as she stopped making the lunches and moved her shoulders in response to his hands.  There was nothing unusual in what he was doing except that we usually only did it in the company of one or both of our spouses.   I started to wonder why he didn't offer Julie a massage when we sat together at cricket.  

Then George asked, "Hey Julie, slip your blouse off will you so I can work on the muscles that are hurting."  

Everything quickly changed and I focused more closely on what was happening.  Thankfully she declined, so I knew then she hadn't planned anything but what George had said worried me. 

George just gave a nervous laugh and in a last ditched effort to get her top off said, "I don't know why you're so shy about it.  The whole world saw you topless at the beach last year. Don't you remember?  You've got nothing there I haven't seen before." 

That was a very good sign as far as I was concerned that he'd only seen her breasts when we all holidayed at the beach last year and we were all together at the time.

She didn't respond to his request to remove her blouse but at the same time obviously didn't feel anything was wrong as we all regularly massaged each other's shoulders as well as joked and flirted with each other's partners.  

The four of us were exceptionally good and close friends and there'd been nothing sexual about it; well, I didn't think so. It was just good clean fun and we valued each other's company.  There was always lots of innuendo and suggestive comments from the wives so George and I would always join in for a good laugh.

I could see she enjoyed his massage as much as she usually did but then as she relaxed some more he started to include gentle strokes on her neck below her ears.  What the fuck!  I'd never shown him that!   It was something I only did for Julie that she loved when I massaged her in the privacy of our bedroom or out in the hot tub late at night when we were home alone.  

It took a little while but then I heard Julie sigh when she tilted her head as he increased the stroking.  When Julie put her hands against the bench to steady herself, I realized what he was deliberately doing and that he was close to success; then she leaned forward and he started lightly kissing her neck. 

As she rolled her head back George slipped his hands under her blouse and unclipped her bra.  She repeatedly tried to obstruct him while she kept asking him to stop but he kept pulling her hands away. 

As he continued kissing her neck Julie's objections soon ceased.   He went to the next stage and unbuttoned her blouse.  Her breasts fell free as he turned her around and he kissed them.  I heard her moan.  He then pinched her sensitive nipples and rolled them in his fingers as he kept kissing and now licking her neck below her ears.  

As soon as he sucked on her earlobes I knew from experience that she was his for the taking; there'd be no more resistance; none at all.   Now I was completely shattered; totally devastated.  The gates had been opened and what should've been mine alone was about to be plundered.

Tears came to my eyes as I considered what would be coming next.  How could this have possibly happened?  I wanted to stop watching but I couldn't until I found out for sure if they did it or not.  

I prayed that Julie would find some inner strength to put a halt to his seemingly unwanted intentions.  Every second that passed I found myself getting sadder but also more enraged as I was sure what was about to happen. 

The thought of what I was about to see was making me sick and I couldn't understand how any husband in his right mind would want to see his loving wife fucked by another man. Her head rolled back and their mouths met and I wanted to scream. 

It was uncanny as it was exactly what happened when I massaged her in private; but she had succumbed to him and not to me.  He continued kissing her as he pulled her away from the bench.  At the same time he undid her jeans and pushed them to the floor along with her knickers then lifted her on to the edge of the table and started to rub her clit. 

Any hope I had that they didn't have sex was now gone and all I could do was watch and confirm they'd possibly destroyed our marriage.  Her thighs opened wide as if he'd pushed a magic button and my Julie was lost in desire.   For some reason he looked around; maybe to check that no one was watching then dropped his cargo pants and boxers to the floor and stepped out of them. 

His cock was only average in size; maybe five or six inches at the very most if he was lucky but it was hard and as he continued to kiss Julie's neck to keep her in a state of lust, he opened her legs even further then spread her labia and then without any other foreplay just fed his waiting cock into her.  I heard him sigh as his cock entered her pussy.

I wanted to kill him now for what he had done.  The worst thing was that I knew it had already happened and I couldn't stop it as he started to ruthlessly pound her pussy.  There was no love or passion; only animal lust.  It was just a quick fuck for him; wham, bam, thank you mam and that was all as he continued to maul her breasts. 

It occurred to me that she didn't even seem to notice he was fucking her.  She seemed to be responding to his kisses and not his fucking her.  Mercifully for me he didn't last long; maybe a minute at the very most but it seemed like an hour when I saw him stiffen then pump her a few more times and I knew he'd cum deep in my wife.  

He'd been faster than a speeding bullet.  I could see from the disappointed look on her face that Julie wanted more at the time but his cock was limp as it slipped from between her swollen pussy lips. 

He'd had his way with her, be it ever so briefly.  I could only take some consolation that she didn't get time to enjoy it or couldn't achieve an orgasm.  Strangely, I thought of Karen never being satisfied if he always came that quickly and I felt sorry for her.  Why did I think of her then?

Instead of further sex with my wife, George just checked his watch and said, "Thanks Julie. That was great!  I loved it so much but we'd better hurry back to the game or James might come looking for us."   He laughed as he continued, "I've finally got you by yourself.  He hasn't got a fucking clue we've done it today." And he laughed again. 

From what I could see when he mentioned my name Julie's face seemed to change quickly to one of horror when she looked at him.  

As he went to kiss her again she pushed him away then looked down in shock at her exposed and swollen gaping pussy as well as the cum dripping from it.  It was like a light had just been switched on and she suddenly realized what had happened; she'd let him have sex with her.

As I watched I suspected that she quickly understood what she'd allowed him to do.  She then jumped from the table holding her hand over her pussy so she didn't drip cum as she raced to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.  I split the computer screen as other cameras switched on. 

I'd never opened up any files from the bathroom before but I was curious at her distress.  Julie quickly entered the shower and turned the water on hard as she pointed the shower nozzle into her cunt to flush out his cum. I watched her crying as she tried to scrub herself clean all the while he kept banging on the bathroom door telling her to let him in and that they had to hurry back to the game. 

Julie was still crying as she left the shower and she dried herself then dressed in what clothes she'd run into the bathroom with; her blouse and her bra. She called to George to bring her jeans and knickers to the door and he just laughed at her and told her she'd have to come out as she was to get them. 

I could see him waiting outside the door for her with his stiff cock in his hand after having wanked himself hard in anticipation of further sex with my wife.  Julie quickly wrapped her damp bath sheet around her waist then opened the door and walked past him to the kitchen.  As she retrieved her clothes on the floor, George tried to pull her towel away so he could get at her again. 

I watched as she held the towel tightly around her to stop losing it as she turned and hissed at him, "Fuck off! You can be a real bastard!  How could you've done that to me today?"  

Julie went back to the bathroom to slip her towel off and put knickers and jeans back on then she went back to making the lunches for all of us and putting it all in two large Tupperware containers, all the while acting like nothing had happened.   George stayed well away from the kitchen while he watched Julie, waiting for her to finish.  

Neither said a word as she quickly completed her task and was soon walking towards the front door with him following behind like a little puppy; this is when I saw what was happening on my IPhone.

As he followed her he put his arms around her cupping her breasts trying to play with her sensitive nipples then he roughly kissed her neck obviously hoping for a quick repeat fuck I think; so much for being in a hurry. One of his hands dropped and slipped down the front of her jeans and cupped her pussy.

She freed herself from his embrace this time and as she pushed him away told him, "Piss off George! Letting you fuck me then was the biggest mistake of my life." 

Julie hadn't looked unwilling as George fucked her a little while earlier but had I missed something that now made her so hostile to her lover? 

I finished watching through very misty eyes and burnt four copies of the DVD; one to store in my floor safe; another to take to work and lock away just in case and the third to leave on my desk to be found.  The copy on my desk had everything deleted that they didn't need to see but enough to make them think it was untouched.  

I thought if they came looking for it to destroy that copy they'd be lulled into a false sense of security to give me time to do what needed to be done; whatever that was.  The forth went into my briefcase and only included the scenes that would be needed by my lawyers if things got too bad.   I needed to talk to them; it felt like my life had been totally destroyed. 

My head was pounding because in my mind I could still see and hear them fucking; over and over again.   Having seen it, I knew I should never have watched it but I had needed to know one way or the other.  Who was I supposed to phone for help and guidance....my best friend?   I wouldn't even piss on him now if he was on fire!  

I thought about talking to Karen about what I'd discovered but then I decided she didn't need to know just yet that our spouses had been unfaithful.   From my knowledge of her, I knew that like me, she'd be totally shattered if I told her.  If the worst happened and it all ended up in divorce I could give her a copy to have if she wanted to use it.

I knew I needed to get away and think about what I had to do and what I should do with the woman I'd loved so much when the day had started.  It all hurt so much as I knew I still loved her more than life itself but now I hated her as well for being unfaithful.    

Just now I'd witnessed my closest friend abusing my trust and using my wife.  His abuse of my trust and my wife was something I found impossible to comprehend.  He'd betrayed everything I held sacred; I abhorred him so much.  

I seriously needed to think about what had to happen and considered driving over to that shithead's house and breaking his fucking neck!  I wanted to seriously hurt the bastard to make him pay....and he definitely would pay....that was a given.  It was a promise to myself I'd never break.......and he'd keep paying for what he'd done long after the pain I felt was gone.

I told Julie I'd been called into work and left her with the kids even though dinner was almost ready. She looked upset when I told her and she said she wanted me to stay and eat before I left.    I couldn't sit down with her at the table now; not now; not without going to pieces in front of her and the kids with my knowing she'd betrayed me. 

If Julie had said she wanted me to stay so that we could talk about what happened, I would've.  I mumbled something about keeping dinner warm in the oven for me then I turned and walked away as I rubbed my chest again; I'd lost my appetite anyway. She must've realized something was amiss when I didn't kiss her good-bye for the very first time since we met all those wonderful years ago.  




Karma Ch. 01



I drove off heading in his direction but as I pulled up at the stop sign just before his house I realized if I went to prison for killing or hurting him, my two kids could suffer.  I knew I couldn't go home; not yet anyway because I was still hurting too much so I drove to my work.  I had some serious thinking to do; alone with my demons. 

I had to plan my retribution to maximize their pain and minimize my exposure to problems with the law.  If it was possible I had to make him hurt so much more than I was now; that's what good, meaningful and satisfying revenge was all about.   He had to pay dearly for what he'd done.  Most importantly, I had to make sure he never touched Julie ever again.

At work I linked into my server at home and watched what was happening.  I was still so angry and I knew if I was there now I'd probably make a terrible mess of an already difficult situation. 

The kids had been picked up and Julie was standing at the door of my study looking sad and alone as she gazed in when the house phone rang.  She'd been looking at the large photo of us on our wedding day that I had hanging on the wall.  When Julie answered it turned out to be Karen just wanting to chat.   

I'll never understand how they could have anything left to talk about after being together most of the day.  Well, half the day anyway; she'd been with her best friend's husband the rest of the time.   I wasn't sure how Julie could speak with Karen without feeling guilty; maybe she was or perhaps she knew Karen was a party to the whole thing. 

Karen said, "I just thought I'd give you a call to see if James was feeling okay after the chest pain he had today.  I was really worried about him and was going to make you call an ambulance for him."

At least someone was thinking about me.

Julie responded, "His chest must still be hurting and I'm still so worried about him.  He's hardly said anything since cricket and now he's had to go into work without eating to sort out some type of problem.  Did you notice he seemed to be under a fair bit of pressure when we came back with the lunches?"

Karen answered, "You could be right. You did notice he didn't eat anything for lunch didn't you?  He was using his IPhone while you and George were away and he seemed to be different after that.  It was just as well he was able to tell me all about his security system to keep his mind off his problem.  It's funny though, because when he spoke to his staff at work everything seemed alright.  

It sounds like he can do so much with his phone you'd never know what caused it.  Before I forget, I never thanked you for today for the lunches and all.  You two must have enjoyed yourselves; George came back in such a good mood.  He's been grinning from ear to ear since we came home."

Julie was quiet for a moment after Karen's comments.  As she put her hand to her cheek she said, "I never noticed he didn't eat.  How could I have missed that?  Now I'm really concerned; James never misses a meal and now he's missed two in a row.  Was he on his IPhone long?"

Karen replied, "He spoke to his work for a bit then he showed me what he could see on your security system." 

Julie sounded nervous, "What did you guys see?"

Karen responded, "I just saw your kitchen.  I suppose James saw the same thing before he showed me. Why?"

Julie exhaled and answered, "No reason.  You must have just missed us.  That's all."

Julie looked relieved when she heard Karen's response about my IPhone and must have convinced herself that I'd seen nothing; that I knew nothing as I hadn't said anything to her about what had happened.  She must've thought she had time to find the DVD with the downloaded files.

As the conversation continued Karen asked Julie to hold on for a moment as she spoke to George as he was about to leave to go down to the Booze Barn to buy some more beer and wine.  

If ever there was a sign from above that was it; there was a god after all.  What I heard Karen say was exactly what I needed to hear and it suddenly all came together for me to get some swift justice; some immediate and meaningful revenge.  It would be a temporary fix so to speak just to make me feel a bit better until I worked out what I needed to do to the prick to give him some long term pain.  

I knew the arsehole always liked to park out the back of the Booze Barn so he didn't have as far to walk.  More importantly for me, I also knew it was dark and it had no security lighting or CCTV. 

I checked to make sure the surveillance cameras were still switched on throughout my building and went to the toilet carrying a newspaper making sure I could be easily seen in the corridors.  If anyone needed to watch the footage they'd think I was about to read the paper in the toilet.  I knew I could exit the building through the warehouse from a connecting door in the toilet and that the cameras in the warehouse were broken.

I put on some latex gloves the cleaners had left in the toilet and exited in one of our older unmarked work trucks through the automatic door and drove to the Booze Barn knowing I should beat him by five or ten minutes.  Parking among the staff cars I waited in the shadows and checked that they hadn't installed any cameras since my last visit. 

I had slipped on an old baseball cap and a large coat as a disguise as well as a pair of slightly oversize steel capped boots someone had kindly left in the cab of the truck.  Then I picked out a piece of 3"x 2" dressed pine that looked the right length from the back of the vehicle and waited silently.

He must have seriously wanted a beer to get there so quickly; maybe to celebrate his finally fucking Julie after all the years we'd known him.   He arrived a little earlier than I expected but I was waiting quietly and wanting to hurt him....my god I wanted to hurt him so badly.   

He was just past me then I swung as hard as I could and hit him across the middle of his back; I hated that bastard so much now.   My plan to hit him a few times with the timber was thwarted when it cracked unexpectedly as I hit him even more heavily a second time.   What a shame it wasn't good hard wood or even a good English willow cricket bat; now that would have been karma.  

George staggered from the first blow then was thrown forward from the second and landed heavily; his wallet he'd been carrying in his hand fell loose and landed next to him. He was dazed; maybe even blacked-out but my timber was useless so I threw it back into the truck then I just kicked him as hard as I could in the ribs... three times. 

It was such a delightful feeling as my boot made contact with him.   Each dull thud of the boot connecting with his chest was music to my ears.  His cries of pain were exhilarating.  I went to kick him in his nuts but in my enthusiasm I think I missed; in my defence it was very dark and he may have moved a little. 

Having said that, I wasn't very good at soccer when I was younger either; in fact, any sort of football.  I couldn't kick for shit!  I felt so much better as I heard him continuing to groan in pain; maybe I should've tried for his nuts again just to make sure.   It didn't really matter; I could always get him another time.  It would give me something to look forward to.

I remembered his wallet had a security access card for my building in it and I didn't want some of the local ferals to get it.  I had an idea and picked it up.  I emptied the wallet of his cash and then pushed the wallet down the front of his pants and I left quickly. 

It couldn't have been timed any better because as soon as I was driving down the street a car came past and turned into the car park. If I'd had stayed any longer to keep hurting him I could've been caught or identified.  I slowed to watch and saw it stop with George in its headlights.  I could see he was now rolling on the ground in agony as the occupants got out of their vehicle to help him. 

I would've felt much happier if they'd run over the mongrel but what I'd done at least made me feel a bit better for the time being as I drove carefully back to work and parked the truck in exactly the same place it was when I took it.  

About twenty minutes after the security cameras showed me entering the toilets, they recorded the sound of a toilet flushing and a tap being run then me leaving still wiping my hands dry with paper towel; the newspaper under my arm was folded a different way and I had an alibi if I needed one; I hoped.  

I'd been back in my office for about twenty-five minutes and was actually doing some work to keep my mind off what Julie had done when my office phone started ringing.  I remembered then that I'd turned my cell phone off earlier in the car park while I had waited and had forgotten to turn it back on.  

I could see from the caller Id it was our house phone and knew it had to be Julie so I checked the monitor to see her holding the phone to her ear.  I begrudgingly answered. 

I didn't really want to take the call but I needed to place myself here at work; besides I thought she might've heard about George already.  Julie was almost hysterical and she told me Karen had just phoned her in tears to tell her George had been attacked and robbed in the car park at the Booze Barn. 

I made all the appropriate noises but was smiling to myself as she told me all she knew; which wasn't much but enough to tell me he was in severe pain; I liked that part best. I pretended I missed some of what she'd said and got her to repeat that last part again. I liked hearing it just as much the second time.  

It confused me that she was concerned about George if she hated him so much like parts of the recording suggested.  I suspected something wasn't quite right when she told me his wallet had been stolen and now they had no money or cards in the house to buy groceries the next day for the coming week; why had he lied?  Were his credit cards all maxed out?

Julie asked if we could help them out and I asked how much cash he lost; I thought the $850 she told me was a slight exaggeration as I counted out the $345 in front of me that I'd taken; about what you'd pay a whore I thought.  My demons were enjoying their initial revenge.  

I did the caring thing and asked if he was taken to hospital.  Julie then told me he'd refused an ambulance and somehow drove himself home then collapsed onto his bed when he arrived.  He was now resting and I had a gut feeling all was not as it seemed with our George.  

Julie then asked if I could please come home and drive her over to comfort Karen and give her some housekeeping money to help them out.  I agreed knowing I couldn't stomach talking to George but his wife deserved some support and besides, giving them some money should divert attention away from me.  

Then I had an evil thought that I wanted to ask him if he'd upset anyone recently; as a joke of course; just to sort of lighten the moment; for me anyway and to get him worrying about what he'd done and maybe he should expect more of the same or worse if I ever found out.

I stopped at the ATM and withdrew $1000 as I needed to be beyond suspicion about assaulting him and taking his money then drove home to pick up Julie.  She was waiting at the front door so I got out of the car and went to her and I asked, "Do you really want to talk to George again so soon after today?"  

I watched the colour drain from her face as she leaned against the door frame to steady herself.  Her mouth was half open as if she was about to say something.  Her expression was priceless as she most likely considered that her worst fears had materialized and I knew her secret.

It was easy to see she was definitely in panic mode and deep in thought, possibly wondering how I knew and then she looked at me for a moment and asked, "What...what do you mean James?" 

I could see in her eyes she was worried that I knew what she and George had done.  

As much as I didn't want to lose her she had to pay the price for what she'd done and I was enjoying the pain I was inflicting.   I just replied, "You know."  I saw her take a deep breath as she expected me to say something she didn't want to hear.  Her eyes were misting and I could see she was about to cry.  

I continued, "We've been with them all day." 

She'd be no good at poker; the look of relief on her face as she pushed off from the door and exhaled said it all.  I wasn't finished yet.  I so desperately wanted her to tell me; not the other way round and I'd keep niggling at her until she did.  Maybe I should just tell her and get it over with but I wanted some satisfaction.

Julie was very quiet in the car. It was only going to take a few minutes to drive there so I had to be quick and said, "No one's ever been mugged at the Booze Barn before.  Maybe it wasn't really a robbery.  Have you heard if George has been playing around with another man's wife?  

Maybe it was a very angry husband who attacked him.  If George has been kicked in the nuts there's a very good chance there's an angry husband involved somewhere.  I've heard that's what happens if husbands find out they've been cuckolded; they go for the groin every time.  It must be some sort of in-built male response.

You know Julie, there's no greater insult to a husband than to cuckold him. There's nothing worse that a wife can do to him.  When a husband finds out it instantly tells him that the woman he worships has no love or respect for him......and she no longer deserves him.  I know it would totally destroy me.  

If George is stupid enough to have an affair or even a one time fling, then he's lucky that was all they did to him; maybe it was a warning or even the start of much worse to come.  If it was me it would be both and I make him suffer so badly for a long, long time.  Whoever did it could've really seriously hurt him and most likely next time they will if they find out he ever does it again.  

This might just be all hypothetical, but he'd be no friend of mine if I ever found out he'd actually done it to another husband.  I couldn't stand to have him anywhere near me and I'd have no respect for him any longer.

I'll tell you now that if he'd done it to me I would've wanted to severely hurt him.....or worse!   I wonder how the cheating wife will get on and if her marriage will survive if it was really something like that.   I somehow think her marriage could be in real trouble if she couldn't convince her husband she loved him and she totally regretted what she'd done." 

I wanted to make sure she was in no doubt about my true feelings about deliberate cuckolding; she needed to know and understood how I felt about it.  At the same time I had to warn her of the potential consequences if there was something long term happening.....if our marriage survived and really I hoped it would.  I was positive he must've taken advantage of her and it was a one-time thing.

Maybe it was a mistake to say what I did as it probably drove her deeper into herself.   Julie didn't respond and just turned to face the window but before she did I could see tears forming in her eyes.  Nothing else was said. We pulled into their driveway parking behind his work van and I went around to open Julie's door. 

I looked at her and asked, "Are you okay? Julie, are you crying?" 

I felt some joy in her pain and she thought for a moment and said, "I just felt really sorry for Karen." 

Maybe she did feel really sorry for Karen after she'd let her best friend's husband fuck her or maybe; just maybe, she'd listened to what I'd said about how I felt and knew she would hurt me.

Karen had been waiting for us to arrive and opened the door as we approached.  She was in tears as well so as we went inside we both hugged her. I went weak at the knees as I felt Karen's firm breasts pushing against me as we hugged; she was just in a t-shirt and cut-offs; no bra.  Her dickhead husband must be a complete fool to risk losing her for a very quick fuck with someone else's wife; particularly mine. 

I followed them into the kitchen as Karen told us that George was in bed resting after taking some very strong pain-killers.  She was in the process of making us coffee when I passed her the $1000.  At first she refused to accept it but I told her that we were her friends and we'd always be there for her.  I gave her another hug and I saw her eyes were misting up again.  

She finally accepted the money when I told her we thought of ourselves as her family and we'd be offended if she wouldn't let us help.  We knew her parents were dead and she was an only child so she only had George and Todd.  I told her that she could always not spend it and give it back after George got paid next if they didn't need it or they could consider it a gift to help them out.  

Karen returned my hug and then hugged Julie again.  While she was holding Julie, Karen asked me if I'd go see how George was; he hadn't told her much.  I nodded as I wanted to start the bastard squirming.

After knocking on the bedroom door I didn't wait for a reply as I opened it then went straight in.  I asked him how he was and if he thought he'd be at work on Monday.  He said he would as he couldn't afford to miss any time as contractors had no sick leave entitlements. 

He went on to say, "I think there might have been two of them. They hit me across my back twice and I blacked out from the pain for a few minutes and can't remember anything else. I was in so much agony when I came round."

I almost shouted out in joy at hearing his last sentence.  He struggled in pain to show me the marks on his back; the swelling and bruising were already coming out and in full colour.  I thought he was such a deserving recipient of so much agony and what a work of art on his back; I almost asked him if he'd like me to autograph it.  I was on such a high seeing the results of my work.

Smiling inside but looking worried as true friend should I said, "That's gotta hurt.  Karen said something about the ribs as well?" 

He could barely lift his shirt again and grimaced from the stabbing pain in his chest as he showed me the deep bruising right across his ribs then he added, "I must've been unconscious for the rest of it as I don't remember them kicking me. I'm pretty sure they cracked a few of my ribs though.  They're going to take months to heal properly and I'm gonna feel them every time I laugh or even breathe when I bend over.  I'll have to strap them for months." 

I thought to myself, "Oh fuck! That's so disappointing that he didn't feel the boot. Kicking him had made me feel so much better but now that he'd told me he must've been unconscious when I did it, he's taken some of the joy away.  But that's great news that he'll be reminded every time he feels the pain for months to come.  That's what I wanted to hear."

Continuing, I said, "That's bad luck about your ribs then.  That'll give you something to remember.  You're lucky that was all they did to you when you were down." 

Thank god he didn't show me as he went on to say, "They kicked me at the top of my thigh as well. I was fortunate; they just missed my nuts!"

I was thinking I'd been off the mark a little with that kick and maybe if I'd kicked him four or five times more there I might've felt so much better and actually given him far more pain to think about; maybe next time I'll have some practice beforehand.  Badly bruised nuts would really hurt and give him something to think about.

I smiled in jest and jokingly said, "With you getting a kick there are you sure you didn't fuck another guy's wife?" 

I watched his face drain of colour like Julie's had done and I wondered if he was asking himself now if it was me that had done it. 

I continued, "They usually go for the family jewels if you have. You're so lucky they missed though; if they'd connected with your balls, now that would've really hurt.  I wouldn't have thought you would've been fooling around with someone else's wife though George; not when you're married to someone who looks as hot as Karen.  To tell you the truth, I'm shocked!" 




Karma Ch. 01



His response was quicker than I expected and it told me he desperately wanted to stop taking about fucking other guys wives as he answered, "No; no, you've got it all wrong.  It's nothing like that; I'd never cheat on Karen; honest!  I'd never do anything behind her back. We don't have any secrets and we tell each other absolutely everything we do.  James, I mean everything!  They just knocked me over without warning and robbed me.  The police were there quickly and they're calling around tomorrow for a statement." 

I thought, "You lying prick! Like you're going to tell Karen you've fucked her best friend?"

He must've been uncomfortable with me there and mentioned he was tired from the pain-killers so I excused myself and wished him a speedy recovery and went back to the kitchen for my coffee and to add to what Karen already knew.  All the while I was really pleased with the colourful and very painful results from my revenge knowing there was more pain heading his way.

As I left the room I wondered if he'd give my name to the police as someone they needed to talk to; I doubted it but I knew I'd have to wait and see, thinking he probably wouldn't anyway if Karen was present when they took his statement.  Besides, I was at work when he was attacked and how would I know he was going to the Booze Barn?  

George must have decided I was still clueless about his fucking my beautiful wife as I'd given Karen $1000 so he didn't give the police my name; I never heard from them.  In my mind I only gave the money to Karen, my good friend, not that shithead.  Did I worry about the money I'd given to Karen; no way.  Smashing that lump of timber across George's back then sinking the boot was worth a lot more than that to me.  In any case I really only gave her just over $650 and who cares if I didn't get it back.  

When I re-entered the kitchen in silence both women were whispering very quietly to each other.  Karen had a shocked look on her face as she shook her head side to side and Julie was still misty eyed and speaking so softly I couldn't make out what she was saying.   I watched them for a few minutes trying hard to work out what they were talking about.   

Once or twice I was sure I heard Julie whisper my name but I could have just imagined it and her hand gestures and her face told me she wasn't happy about something.  If I could only have understood one or two words I might have been able to pick up some threads of conversation but it was probably only girl-talk anyway.  

They were still deep in their very private conversation when I finally spoke up and they stopped abruptly when they looked up in shock and saw me.  I had startled them and their conversation ended.  We stayed for a while to keep Karen company until she felt a little better.  I noticed when I went to the toilet they started whispering to each other again.  

The drive home was very quiet and Julie looked out the window the whole time.  The entire way she seemed deep in thought and when we went to bed Julie was soon all over me and wanted to make love.  My mind was in turmoil as I rolled away from her and I began to think she only wanted to give me a mercy fuck to make up for her transgression earlier that day.  She must have only wanted to ease her guilty conscience.  

With everything that had happened it didn't even occur to me she might have just wanted to make love to me because she loved me.  Whatever her reasons there was no way I was going to slip my cock into a freshly fucked pussy not knowing what contagious little gifts he might have left in there waiting for me; I had a real phobia about STDs.

"James, are you alright?" she whispered. "I was hoping we could make love tonight."

Thinking quickly for an excuse I responded, "No! My chest still hurts; in fact it's worse and I don't feel well.  I can't breathe and I think I'm going to be sick." It was true in a way but I think I might have overdone it.

I could hear the worry in her voice as she continued, "Is it your heart? Maybe Karen was right and I should call an ambulance." 

That's all I needed; a bloody ambulance waking up the neighbourhood with its flashing lights and siren.  I wasn't looking forward to that followed by endless needles and tests so I answered, "I don't want an ambulance and if you call one I'll get up and drive to a motel before they can get here!  Now please leave me alone! I'll let you know if I think I need one."

I could hear her crying quietly to herself as she worried about me while I was steadily making myself sick thinking about what she'd done and replaying what I'd watched over and over in my mind.  I ended up feeling like I was really going to vomit and went to the bathroom just in case.  

All was quiet as I sat on the edge of the bath feeling worse than ever before and I heard the phone beep as Julie picked up the cordless handset from its cradle next to our bed. I hoped she wasn't calling an ambulance.  I didn't really want to have to find a motel.

In the still of the night I heard the loud ring tone then Julie softly saying, "Karen, I'm sorry to wake you but James is still unwell.  I didn't know who else to call.  I was in the mood and he's never refused me before; ever.  He just knocked me back saying his chest was hurting even more and now he has nausea and is having trouble breathing.   I'm so frightened; for both of us now.  

Karen, he hasn't said anything more about it at all.   I'm sure his chest was still hurting him earlier this evening when he went into work.  What'll I do?  I was going to call an ambulance a little while ago but he became quite agitated and he even said he'd drive to a motel if I called one. 

Okay then, I'll watch him closely and if he gets worse I'll have to take a chance on upsetting him and call an ambulance. I'm so worried about him now.  I'll give you a call in the morning to let you know. If anything happens before then I'll phone you right away.  See ya.  Good night.  Love you too."

Eventually I went back to bed and lay on my back.  Nothing was said about the phone call.  In my peripheral vision I could see Julie just lying there watching me.  When I turned my head a little I could see her wiping her eyes and cheeks every so often and realized she was still crying quietly to herself.  Sure as heck I couldn't sleep and just lay there silently in my own private little hell.  Once again I found myself rubbing my aching chest.  

Julie had left a small light on so she could keep an eye on me.  Maybe if she was so concerned about my health she should've stopped George fucking her like she did the second time he tried when they were leaving the house.   

The light also meant I could see her beauty; her gorgeous eyes as they kept gazing at me and the glint of her tears that rolled down her face.  Even in my confusion I could see she was anxious about me.   It looked like she really cared about me but if she did how could she have betrayed me like that, causing me so much grief and heart ache.

Long into the night I kept thinking about what had happened and I began to mourn the loss of the trust in my loving wife then my mind ran wild as I started to think about other times over the years I had let her go off with my other friends; had she fucked them as well?  How many times had she cuckolded me?   My trust in her was in doubt.  

Julie tried so hard to stay awake to watch me but in the end sleep overtook her.   I wanted her to confess and tell me what had happened and her not saying anything kept me wondering if she was a willing party.  The night dragged on for me but in the end I fell into a restless sleep.  In the morning I woke with a start with the feeling that I was being watched and I turned to see Julie staring at me again.

Sunday went quickly as I had so much to do around the house and pool.  Julie and I stayed out of each-others way; for different reasons but for the same incident I think.   Every time I turned around she seemed to be watching me with a worried look on her face.  

Julie became very quiet and withdrawn while I found myself getting angrier and I couldn't understand why she didn't tell me what took place if she was sorry it happened.   I so desperately wanted to believe it wasn't her fault and I was sure she was full of remorse.   Maybe I should have told her I knew.

My anger was building and every time I saw Julie walk past I wanted to pick her up and....I don't know.... throw her out of the house maybe for her part in what happened; but I couldn't; I could never do that to her.  I had mixed feelings and was caught between still loving her so much and hating her then myself for wimping out.  I knew I'd have to "man it up" soon or I'd be nothing but a wimp or worse, their willing cuckold and I'd never willingly be either. 

My demons were telling me that the least I needed to do was extract some pay-back to make her feel terrible and suffer after what she'd done.  Surely she must feel some guilt for betraying me.  By now surely she must've guessed I knew.  I thought the clues I'd given her the previous night might've prompted her to talk.

There's nothing worse than the spare time you have to think about things when you mow the lawn.  As we had always made love most nights I started to worry while I was mowing if she'd been playing around for some time then the chances were that she'd already given me his sloppy seconds and something even more foul and disgusting.................his cream pies.  

I knew the moment I thought she could've given me his cream pies it was a bad mistake.  I barely made to the toilet next to the laundry when my breakfast made an appearance again as I vomited repeatedly.   When I finally crawled to my feet the pain was even worse now as my stomach muscles were hurting as well.  

As I slowly made my way back to finish mowing the grass I saw Julie out of the corner of my eye. Her hand covered her chin while her finger tips gently pushed against her lips.  Her eyes were large and her face showed concern and apprehension.  

She'd obviously still been watching me and certainly knew I'd just lost what little I'd eaten for my breakfast.  I thought to myself, "At least it wasn't his cream pie. If I hadn't accidently discovered what they did, I would have eaten her out last night."  

I was sure there wasn't anything left in my stomach but I quickly learned there was as I vomited again; this time without warning where I stood on the patio.  Oh crap!  It was something else to clean up.  I could only hope and pray Julie's infidelity was a one-time thing as I vomited some more.  

I had no problems eating my cream pies that Julie would offer me but I may as well as sucked his cock if I was eating his cream pies from my loving wife; that was never going to fucking happen.   I'd rather eat a bullet before I'd ever willingly do that.  Please God, let it be only that once when I had discovered them together and not an affair; I couldn't live with the knowledge if I had.

Monday night was enlightening. I didn't want to be around her and compound my confusion and increase my pain so I told Julie earlier in the day that I wouldn't be home till late due to some continuing problems at work.   She asked about dinner so I told her to keep it in the oven again and said I'd be starving by the time I got home; me and the garbage disposal unit.  

I knew I wouldn't be eating even though I was hungry as I kept thinking about what she could have done to me.  I hadn't eaten much since Sunday morning and found myself eating less and less as I kept vomiting.    As I sat in my office working I monitored what was happening at home. 

I had watched her searching my study looking for the downloaded DVD whenever she got a chance; I don't know how she missed it.  She'd actually looked straight at it a few times then probably discarded the idea it was the one she was looking for.   

Maybe she thought I was too methodical to have just left it on the desk instead of filing it straight away.  Some time ago she had called me painfully meticulous; actually she might even have actually called me anal as well.  I guessed she expected to find everything in its proper place.

Early in the evening I found a reason to call William on the house phone knowing that Julie would notice my caller ID and see I was still at work.  As anticipated she carefully listened in, although I could've been anywhere in the world and dialled my home phone through our switchboard; that was old technology. 

The cameras showed me that she was listening to our conversation from the phone in the kitchen so I slipped into the chat that I wouldn't be home for another two hours.   After I hung up I saw her pick up the house phone again and dial George's mobile.  I started to worry; my remaining thoughts of unwilling participant or even rape or blackmail seemed lost; my heart sank. 

I watched and listened when he answered then Julie spoke, "George, its Julie. Did you hear James on Saturday at cricket when he said that even if the home security system is turned off, the cameras still activate cos he's the only one who can turn them off.  I'm pretty sure that what happened on Saturday was recorded.  You shouldn't have done it; it wasn't right.  You know we'll both be finished if James ever finds out or plays the DVD."  

George replied, "Oh shit, for fucks sake. You have to be kidding me, right? I thought you turned the security system off.  That's all I need now after what happened to me.   I even wondered if it was him that mugged me but then he gave Karen the money so it couldn't have been.  I nearly had a heart attack when he started talking about cuckold's revenge to me when you both came over."  

I could hear and see Julie didn't appear to be happy talking to George and she continued, "George, I'm really scared now you've said that because if James sees it he'll be very unforgiving to both of us even though you caused it then.   I've seen him operate and I never want to be on his bad side.  

On Saturday night he let me know in no uncertain terms how he felt about cheating spouses.    He might seem so calm and friendly; so normal to everyone around him but at the same time he's really so utterly and totally ruthless to people who've hurt him. 

It's like two different people in the same body.  I now know he won't tolerate what's happened at all and I have to tell you I don't think he's been acting the same since the game on Saturday!   

I know the DVD is there somewhere there but I can't find it.  You have to help me look for it and destroy it and replace it with a blank one in case he ever decides to watch it.  I'm wondering if he suspects something as he downloaded the files from the server much earlier than usual.  He did it as soon as we arrived home on Saturday afternoon instead of late in the night.  

I'm really worried particularly after the things he's been saying to both of us.  God, I hope he never finds out the truth.   Luckily for us he was called into work on Saturday evening and then we went to your place so he wouldn't have had time to watch it then and he didn't get near his study at all yesterday. 

He just files them away without watching them but I need to make sure it's destroyed; I never want him to find out what's happened.  If he did it would completely destroy him and I'd be shattered if I hurt him.

I've been looking for it every chance I get but I can't find it.   Can you come and help me look as there's so much stuff in his office and he has his own strange filing system. And George, make sure you bring Karen.  I don't want to be alone with you and you'll never touch me again; ever.  Somehow I have to make it all up to him if he'll let me." 

At least now I knew why she wasn't game to confess what had happened; she was too scared to bring it out into the open even before I told her how I felt about cheating.  Perhaps I did come on a bit too heavy in the car after all; but that's how I felt.  It sounded like she wanted to somehow make it all up to me.

Karen and George arrived a little later as asked.  I think Karen could have been curious why Julie had insisted she come over but the two women just held each other when they arrived. They were such good friends.  Karen asked her how I was and as Julie shook her head slowly she told her nothing had changed.   Karen looked terribly concerned but said nothing as she just bit her bottom lip.

While George and Julie were in my study sorting through the DVD's, Karen watched some television then made everyone a cup of coffee.  I wondered how long it would take him to ignore what Julie had said and try to massage her shoulders again.  

I thought he must've been a bit keen given the pain he was still in from Saturday night and Karen was in the next room.  I wondered if I should just go home so I could catch them at it and pound the shit out of him or just phone her to say I'd be home in a minute or two.  I decided I was less likely to end up in jail if I phoned.   I was about to pick up the handset to stop what was about to happen when everything changed.   

To give her credit Julie spun around quickly when he touched his shoulders and she kneed him in the groin. It looked like he took her by surprise and she turned so fast he didn't have time to react.   I took great delight in watching him drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes then I laughed as Karen walked in with the coffees only seconds later. 

Julie apologised saying she had accidently hit him in the groin when she had turned around too quickly; George could only nod in agreement from the floor but I could see a look on Karen's face that made me think she might not have believed their story.  They eventually found my latest DVD of the week that included the seduction and watched some it to make sure they had the right one. 

Julie was in tears when she saw what was recorded; it must have brought back some bad memories or perhaps she was starting to realize what she could have done to our marriage. George just grinned. He was going to take it to keep but Julie snatched it from him saying, "Not on your fucking life! I'd never trust you with this," as she put it through the shredder next to my desk. 

George seemed disappointed as he looked on silently.  I suspect he saw his ticket to some great memories or maybe blackmail sex with Julie being eaten by the shredder. They replaced the DVD with a blank in the belief that if ever I tried to watch it I'd think it never copied and the files were lost forever. 

George wanted to access my files on the server to make sure all the evidence was deleted but was unable to gain entry; it was encrypted.  I heard Julie tell him not to worry as I had a macro that deleted the old files as soon as they were copied to save space on the server so they'd be safe now even if they couldn't check to confirm it. 

Satisfied they were now out of harm they joined Karen in front of the television and they all sat around drinking coffee waiting for me to finally appear.  In the meantime Julie asked how his bruises were and George showed his deep bruising on his back and ribs to her.  

While they waited he told her they must've tried to kick him in the nuts as well but luckily they'd missed.  I hadn't told Julie about the kick to his thigh and she stayed silent for a few minutes deep in thought.  

Julie said nothing but I was sure she was remembering what I had said on Saturday night in the car about cuckold's husband's revenge and most probably wondered if it had been me after all and I knew what she had done.  Julie seemed strangely quiet after that as they all sat waiting for my return but for some reason I didn't get home until they'd just left.  

For the third night in a row I had no wish to make love to my wife after what she'd done so I went to my study to catch up on work that I had missed.  I'd been monitoring Julie much of the day and of course there was my trip to the lawyers and the doctors. I was thankful that by the time I finally got to bed she was in a deep sleep and I wouldn't have to refuse sex with her like I had on Saturday and Sunday nights by saying I felt unwell.




Karma Ch. 01



Tuesday turned out to be far more interesting.  I'd been unsure in my mind which way my life was heading on Monday morning so I'd visited my lawyers for some advice and they suggested I have them prepare a set of divorce papers for us and papers to sue George. These were to be ready by close of business Friday but they were to wait for my call if I wanted them served.  

To be honest I'm not even sure why I went to my lawyers but I needed to know where I stood.  I had mixed feelings and I loved Julie far too much but I couldn't live with the thought it might have been a full blown affair.  They'd suggested I needed to be ready for the worst case scenario and she no longer loved me.   I hoped it was overkill but they were the experts so I followed their advice.

On the way back to work I had stopped at the doctors and had tests done for any STD's just in case they'd been having an affair.  I had to be certain in my own mind that she hadn't passed on anything on to me.   He asked if I'd been playing around and I told him I hadn't and that it was a precautionary thing.  He didn't ask anything else; I wouldn't have told him anyway.

As I sat in my office and spied on Julie doing the housework, I went through in my mind what had happened again and I suddenly had the most dreadful realization.  That asshole had followed the seduction process exactly as I'd told it when I boasted about how I always had great sex with Julie whenever I wanted it.  I sat in stunned silence for some time while my mind processed the implications of what I'd done.

So now that I'd grasped I was also to blame, my original anger at Julie abated a lot. The penny dropped and I realized that George must have planned to seduce Julie. He would have deliberately 'forgotten' to mention the café being shut and then got both Karen and Julie tipsy in front of me and I'd let him. To help make it happen he'd brought my favourite beer and had kept putting full ones in front of me; I couldn't have driven either.

George misused the information I'd told him one night about Julie never being able to say no when she was tipsy if I stroked then kissed and licked her neck below her ear.  Playing with her nipples and sucking on her earlobes made it a 100% certainty.  My decision to tell him about Julie at a barbecue a few months earlier had been a terrible mistake of monumental proportions, but we were best friends and had been drinking and talking about our wives.  

How could the prick do that to us; we'd known each other for so long.   He'd started it all by telling me about Karen's erogenous zones and how easy she was after he stroked her near her kidneys, so I did the same about Julie not realizing he had plans to misuse the information to fuck her.  My god, what had I done?  I'd fucked up big time!

I figured the Divorce Papers and his Alienation of Affection papers would be worth having just in case things went pear shaped before it all was resolved and we ended up separating; I'd paid for them anyway.  That wasn't a path I wanted to travel and I had no intention of using them but for some reason they made me feel better knowing they were there.

Now I had to accept most of the blame, but I knew I'd do it in painful silence.  I'd be far too humiliated and ashamed to admit to anyone what I had caused.   In addition, I'd have to live with the knowledge I'd totally betrayed the woman I loved.  

As much as it sickened me, I felt like I'd literally given my loving wife to another man to fuck.  I could never let her or anyone else know what I'd done.  In all, it was a terrible guilt I'd have to live with.

What was harder still was the knowledge my best friend had fucked her; well ex-friend now.   As much as I had to accept the blame for what had happened I still knew she wasn't completely faultless and should have tried a bit harder to stop him.   

Somehow I had to find out if she really regretted what had happened and if she truly still loved me; I was sure she did.   She was the woman I had loved for so many years and had planned to live my whole life with so I knew at that moment I'd never divorce her; I still loved her too much.    

Now I was seething inside about what George had done and he needed to be taught an even more painful lesson.   George had to know the reason he was being hurt if he was to learn not to touch other men's wives.

End of Part 1



Karma Ch. 01



All characters in this story are fictional and over 18 years old. 

The sun's warm light shining through Keli's bedroom window drew her slowly toward consciousness. Not her window, so much as her parents' now that she was officially a college freshman living on campus. 

Home for spring break, a month after her 18th birthday and having graduated from high school with advanced AP credits, she was one of the newest students at Texas A&M. As if that weren't bad enough, Keli had inherited her mother's slight frame and diminutive height. Standing only 4'11", the only thing that separated Keli from her high school friends also served as a source of embarrassment. In the shower after track practice, Keli would strategically place her long blond hair over her large, firm D-cup breasts in the hope that the other girls wouldn't notice how big she was. More than once she had noticed other girls looking at her boobs and snickering, making jokes about how such a small girl could carry such a rack. 

It didn't help that Keli had large brown nipples or that for some bizarre reason she had never sprouted more than a small blond tuft of nearly invisible pubic hair. She pictured the other girls looking at her and laughing at her long doe-like legs and seemingly bald pussy while her pendulous breasts appeared to take up more than half of her body. 

The boys of course gave her plenty of attention and she had gotten used to them staring at her chest while they attempted to make conversation with her. Even her professors seemed to gravitate to her and she had already learned how to use this to her advantage, wearing low-cut tank tops to most of her classes and sitting in the front row. Lately she had started wearing short mini-skirts as well and when the mood struck her she would slowly part her legs during lectures and laugh to herself as the professor would begin stumbling over his words, drawn to the sight of her tiny pink thong that barely covered her puffy soft pussy lips. 

Despite all her teasing, Keli was sexually innocent for her age. The few boys she had dated seemed concerned about only their own pleasure; groping her breasts at every opportunity and making clumsy efforts to paw their sweaty hands inside her skirt. If pressed, Keli would admit that she enjoyed feeling the effect she had on them, their hard cocks pressed against her as they sought to conquer her. Sometimes she would acquiesce and let one of her dates slide his finger inside her panties but without exception they knew nothing about how to pleasure a woman. She wanted to tell them that finger-fucking really wasn't—it was about finding the hidden spot and gently caressing it, bringing it up and arousing it. 

But the boys were clueless and would plough their fingers up inside her tight little pussy, thinking that it would make her cum on the spot. She had gotten very good at faking orgasms, and the only solace she had found was that she loved giving pleasure more than receiving it. Keli loved giving blowjobs. She could cum just from sucking the head of a boy's cock into her mouth, feeling the ridge between her lips and then the veiny length of him plunging down her throat. She knew that her mouth was an instrument and that with a little urging, her tongue and lips could make a boy cum in less than a minute, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into her mouth and down her throat. Keli hoped that some day she could find a man who was worthy of her attentions, who appreciated her oral skills as much as her large breasts but also had the character to make her feel the same kind of unadulterated lust. So far, that day had not come.

As the sun warmed her body and drew her awake, Keli felt the soft white cotton sheets against her naked body. One habit that she had not been able to shake in college was sleeping naked. Growing up, she had never cared for the constriction of pajamas and enjoyed the feeling of her naked body languidly wrapped in her sheets and bedspread. This morning was no exception, and as she began to wake up, Keli's hands found their way between her thighs, pressing each of her thumbs against her pussy lips. She knew that if she pulled her lips apart gently and used her index fingers to softly tickle her little clitoris she would be able to make herself cum. Placing her feet together with her knees bent deeply to the side, Keli slowly spread her lips and found that special place, rubbing it with both fingers until warmth overtook her and she bucked her little hips up in the air. Then, and only then, she plunged two fingers into her pussy and while rubbing her clit with her thumbs began to fuck herself. The orgasm was exquisite and soft, Keli's wetness dripping down onto the sheets and coating her firm thighs. Even the top sheet was soaked as Keli flailed against her hands, tossing her head back and forth as her orgasm overtook her. Juices from her sopping wet pussy coated her fingers and made delicious sucking noises as she brought herself to a climax.

Now fully awake, Keli put on one of her dad's large white v-neck tee shirts and padded downstairs, her fingers still glistening with her own cum. Keli's mom left early every morning and came home late, the successful marketing executive's lifestyle. Her dad was an attorney but worked an untraditional job, mostly from home. From what Keli could tell he represented clients accused of various sex crimes, ranging from prostitution to public exposure. Most of his work occurred at night, when he would be summoned to the local jail to meet with a prospective client. During the day he worked on his case files and spent many hours on the phone negotiating with local district attorneys and judges. 

This morning was no exception. When Keli came downstairs she found a pot of coffee brewing and her dad sitting on the couch with his laptop perched on his legs, typing off a letter. Wearing only boxer shorts, her dad's soccer legs and firm abs made him look 20 years younger than he actually was. Keli mumbled a good morning and went straight to the coffee machine to pour herself a cup. Her dad looked up and gave her a warm smile, taking in his daughter's radiance and noticing how much she had matured since she had left for college. He had always admired her lithe, small body, but now her firm, ripe breasts pressed hard against his tee shirt and he could see her nipples protruding through the thin cotton. His cock surged involuntarily as he took in the sight of her long slim legs while she stood at the coffee machine. He could see her tight, firm little ass clearly through the shirt and knew that she wasn't wearing any panties. He castigated himself for imagining what her tight little ass would feel like cupped in his hands, her large breasts pressed against him. He could practically taste her nipples and feel her bald pussy cupped in the palm of his hand. 

"Good morning sweetie," her dad said. "It's so good to have you home." 

"Morning Pops," Keli responded sleepily. 

Keli filled her coffee mug and walked over to the couch, plopping down next to her dad and looking over his shoulder at the laptop screen. "What are you working on?" she asked, leaning her head against his chest and taking a sip of her coffee.

"New case, this poor woman's husband hired a private investigator to spy on her. Apparently she was renting hotel rooms and entertaining young men for, uh, discrete encounters." 

Keli looked at the laptop and couldn't believe what she saw. An array of grainy black and white photographs showed a lithe older woman lying on what appeared to be a hotel bed with her legs spread wide open. She was wearing only a demi-cup bra and her large breasts spilled out of them. In several of the pictures, her bald pussy was completely exposed and her fingers were touching the edges of her pussy.

"So here's the issue, Kel, what's wrong with these pictures? Isn't she allowed to masturbate?" her dad asked. "Is that illegal or a breach of the marriage vows? I think my client has a slam-dunk case."

Keli squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, her shirt riding up on her thighs as she felt herself getting inexplicably turned on by the pictures of the near-naked older woman. Old enough, in fact, to be her mother. She had of course seen her mother naked on several occasions and they had even showered together when the family took a trip to Austin. She remembered feeling her mom's soft firm breasts pressed against her in the shower and how the two of them had laughed about how the big breast gene had been passed on. Her mother had playfully pushed their breasts together, nipples rubbing against each other and growing hard from the pulsing water. Then her mother did something Keli never would have imagined and slid her fingers against Keli's nearly bald pussy, saying softly, "but you didn't get the bush gene." Keli blushed as she looked at her mom's dark thatch of pubic hair and felt her mom's finger accidentally slide between her lips and inside her tight pussy. She couldn't help moaning and thrusting her hips up toward her mom's hand, letting the finger penetrate her completely as she closed her eyes and felt an orgasm overtake her. Without meaning to, she reached out her own hand and cupped her mother's pussy, saying, "your hair is so soft and silky, mommy. Why don't I have that?" Her mother was soaking wet, either from the shower or her own arousal, and Keli's finger slid easily into the valley between her lips, being softly enveloped like a glove. The two women had stood nearly motionless under the shower jet, eyes closed and fingers plunging deeply into each other like a mirror image. 

Brought back to the present, Keli tried to focus. "I don't know dad, are these all of the pictures he was able to take?"

Keli's dad smiled and patted his daughter on the head. "Good girl," he said. "Yes, there are more pictures. Are you sure you want to see them?" 

Keli looked at her father and nodded her head slightly. She was getting more and more aroused looking at the pictures and didn't want her dad to know. But part of him did want him to know. She snuggled in tighter against him and looked again at the laptop. Her dad flipped the photos to the next page, which showed a young man barely over 18, standing in front of the woman, his large cock in his hands. In the next few pictures she took his cock into her mouth and began sucking it while his fingers moved to her shaved pussy.

"Dad I think this take us to a whole new level." Keli whispered. Her dad nodded his head and pointed to the screen. "I agree. This may have actually interfered with the marriage vows," he said. 

Keli's dad then flipped the pictures to the next set, showing the young man's penis penetrating the older woman, his slender cock buried deep inside her as she clasped her legs around his thrusting hips. Although not the greatest quality, it was easy to see that the young man was fucking her hard and that she was enjoying it. 

While looking at the pictures, Keli's tee shirt had slid up further over her thighs. Her arousal was palpable and her dad was not immune to the sensation of his daughter's head against his chest, her large firm breasts pressed against him and her pussy almost showing beneath the hem of her shirt. As she shifted her weight against him, she tucked her left leg under her ass, causing the shirt to rise another inch and display all of her inner thigh up to the dewy point where her slender legs came together. Keli's soft bald pussy was now completely visible and still damp from her morning's masturbation session. Seeming not to notice, her dad casually draped his arm around his daughter's shoulder, giving her a little squeeze as his fingers rested on the top swell of her breasts over the tee shirt. Neither of them said anything but Keli could feel her dad's heart beating faster and could see a huge and swelling lump inside his boxer shorts. She knew he was aroused and despite feeling like she should shut it down she did nothing, letting his hand caress her shoulder and allowing the shirt to remain pulled up, exposing her bare pussy to his eyes. 

"He took video as well," her dad said quietly. "Do you want to see it?"

"I don't know, dad," Keli replied. "This is kinda weird."

Her dad didn't say anything but clicked on a QuickTime icon, immediately bringing up a full screen picture of the young man kneeling between the woman's legs, his mouth buried in her pussy and his tongue slapping up and down between her moist pussy lips. The woman's head was thrown back, her hips arched upward against his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue. As her orgasm subsided, the young man scooted up against her and nudged his long slender cock between her soaking wet vaginal lips. She moaned as he slid his penis inside her, taking his full length until his balls slapped against her wet thighs.

"Looks like she is enjoying herself quite a bit, dad," Keli whispered.

"Apparently so," he replied. "Do you think she likes feeling that young buck inside her?"

Keli suspected that her father was talking in code in order to find out how she was feeling about the intimate situation they were now experiencing together. She didn't know quite how to respond but a part of her loved showing off her pussy to her own father, and the feel of his touch along her shoulders was giving her tingly sensations. She knew it wouldn't go much further so she decided to play along.

"I know I would like it. That firm hard cock buried deep inside me," she whispered in his ear.

The moment the words left her mouth, Keli felt her dad's fingers slip inside the tee shirt and move down along her soft supple breasts. His hands were large and strong and he cupped her completely, her nipple caught between two of his fingers. She moaned and arched her back, giving him complete access to her naked young breasts, feeling him caress and hold first one, then the other. She could see his cock pressing against the hole in his boxers, throbbing and pulsing as he fondled her tits. Without a word she reached down and spread the opening of the shorts so he would not feel so uncomfortable. As she did, his cock sprang through the hole, bigger and thicker and harder than she had imagined. 

"Oh daddy," she moaned. "You're so big and hard. Does it hurt like that?"

Her dad just put his head back and continued rubbing his hand against her breasts, holding a nipple between thumb and forefinger, tweaking it and pulling gently on it as she felt it grow hard. The tingly feeling grew more intense and she could feel her pussy growing damp, her lips pulsing and opening as her breasts got mauled by her father's hands and his cock grew even bigger. Without thinking she reached down and touched it, wrapping her fingers around its huge girth and slowly stroking it up and down. Her father moaned with pleasure as she masturbated him and she could see a flow of pre-cum squirting out of his cock head and coating her fingers.

Keli's tee shirt was now up around her waist and her dad's hand was inside the collar, massaging and caressing her insanely aroused breasts. Her nipples were hard against his fingers and she was stroking him with both hands. She realized that neither hand could completely encircle his girth but with two of them together she could create a suction that was generating more and more pre-cum. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered whether she could take such a large cock into her pussy, while knowing intellectually that it would never happen. That her dad would never actually try to fuck her. 

Even as she had that thought she felt her father's other hand tracing an arc along her thigh, from her knee to just below her exposed bald pussy. His fingers felt so good that she opened her legs further to encourage him. Never in her life had she been so aroused, so warm and wet, and never had a man made her feel so incredibly good inside. In that moment she was willing to let him do anything he wanted, to take her from behind or make her sit on his lap while his hard cock coaxed its way between her tight pussy lips. The fact that it was her own father who was caressing her nearly naked breasts and fondling her inner thigh just made the situation more erotic.

With one hand, Keli pulled the tee-shirt up over her head, exposing her lithe, slim body to her father's eyes for the first time since she had become a woman. He took in her long slender arms, delicately sculpted shoulders, firm and large breasts, taut stomach, and achingly wet pussy as he moved his hands along her runner's thighs, feeling her strong muscles as she pressed her pussy against his leg. His fingers had finally found the soft wet mound between her legs and were manipulating her, caressing her soft delicate sex and making her feel crazy in her head. Both of her hands were wrapped around his huge cock but her eyes were closed and all she could think about was what it would feel like to take such a gigantic thing inside her. At the same time, she knew it had to stop before they got carried away, so she twisted her body away from him, pulling his fingers out of her dripping pussy and sat facing him on his lap. 

"Daddy, we have to stop. If this goes too far we will both regret it," she said.

Her dad did not respond but placed both hands around Keli's ass and drew her closer to him. Their faces were almost touching and almost without meaning to, Keli brought her soft lips to her fathers and kissed him, feeling his warm breath against her skin. Her mouth opened and she probed her tongue against him, feeling his lips open and his own tongue come out to meet hers. As they kissed passionately, her beautiful breasts crushed against her daddy's chest, he pulled her closer to him by squeezing her ass cheeks and thrusting his hips forward until his pendulous cock was pressed against his daughter's tight wet pussy. It slid back and forth along her delicate lips, neither of them realizing the implications of what was about to happen. 

Their tongues dueled and their naked bodies sought each other like two lost souls, until suddenly, Keli felt the crown of her father's cock resting at the opening of her young tight vagina. She opened her eyes and looked at her father, who had his head back and his eyes barely open. In that moment, nothing else mattered except giving him the pleasure that he deserved. As the thought overtook her she sank her hips down on her daddy's cock, feeling it pierce and penetrate her deeply. She thought there would be pain but all she felt was hot wet love for her daddy, and she sank down further on him until he sank completely inside her. Her daddy's hands came up to cup her breasts again and she threw herself back so that he could take a nipple in his mouth as she rode his enormous cock. She could feel it splitting her open and filling her completely as he bucked his hips up against her. Without a thought she slammed her hips down and engulfed him again, taking his full length inside her tight wet hole. 

"Oh daddy, you feel so good inside me. I want you here forever."

Her dad responded by squeezing her breasts and thrusting even deeper inside her, plunging his huge cock into his little daughter's pussy. Together they rode and sweated and became one with each other until Keli felt the tingly sensations explode. 

As she came, she felt her father unleash a river of hot cum deep inside her pussy, squirting load after pent-up load of cum inside his daughter. It felt like the cum would never stop, as he shot again and again and she could feel the pulsing, heated release of him shooting his semen into her deep wet pussy. She could feel it filling her up and spilling out of her, coating her thighs and dripping down her father's cock. As soon as she could tell that he was completely spent she gently disengaged her hips and pulled him out of her, then bent down and took his wet cock into her mouth, tasting both her juices and his coating the inside of her lips as she sucked him. His molten cum dripped out of her pussy as she felt his cock start to grow hard again in her mouth.



Karma Ch. 01



"I didn't come here to hurt you," he said softly

My head snapped up. "Forgive me," I said sarcastically, "but I don't see you coming all this way just to comfort me."

He smiled. "People change. We haven't seen each other in a lot of years. I understand that I hurt you, that I disappointed you, and I want to apologize for it. You didn't deserve that."

I blinked in surprise. Rod apologizing was... unbelievable. I'd have an easier time believing that he was gay than he was sorry. "I... Thank you." The subtle scent of his cologne wormed its way into my senses in unsettling reminders of him. 

Against my will, I let him slowly get me talking. The years we'd been a couple worked against me, because he knew just how to get me to relax my guard. In an hour, the impossible had happened. I was sitting with Rod and having a civil conversation about the things that had happened to both of us in the last two decades. I even listened to his tales of woe about his ex-wives, and commiserated with stories about my failed marriages. It was surreal. He refilled my drink when it emptied and was more smooth and polished than I remembered him being. I guessed we'd both matured.

I considered telling him how badly my mother's death had hurt me, but I couldn't imagine being that honest with him. Part of me kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. This had to be a lead-in to something else. Rod didn't do anything without a reason. Compassion was not one of his failings, and he could never change enough to make it a virtue. I told myself that repeatedly, but still felt my will weakening. 

Then my alarms went off. How much had I had to drink? I blinked at the smiling Rod, suddenly wary again. He was now sitting on the same couch as I was and had moved uncomfortably close. Looking down I saw what tripped my alarm. His hand was on my leg. Oh God! He was making a move on me! A wave of revulsion mixed with desire flooded through me. Some part of me wanted him, but I wasn't going to go there again.

"No," I said, moving his hand from my leg.

Surprisingly, he took that with a nod. "You're probably right," he said, standing up and going back to the bar. "We might not be ready for that. Still, if I can't help you feel better that way, there are other options." He dug under the bar, for a small serving platter and turned his back to me.

"Like what?" I asked, the alarms now screaming inside me. "Rod, I think I'd better call it a night before we do something that will undo what goodwill we've built up."

"You're right. I have one last peace offering."

He turned around and set the platter on the low table between us, and I suddenly knew where he was going. He'd laid several lines of cocaine on the mirror-bright surface next to an even larger pile of the stuff. Part of me wanted to slap it off the table or smash Rod in the head with it. More frightening, though, another part of me felt the "tingle." Any addict knew about that desire. No matter how long you'd been clean, it never fully went away. In previous times of stress I'd felt the draw of that insidious white powder, but I'd managed to avoid slipping. So far.

I watched him pull out the tightly rolled hundred he favored as a "tooter" and snort the lines. Then I gulped when he offered it to me. "No," I said weakly. "I gave that up five years ago. It almost destroyed my life. I won't go back to it."

"I'm not telling you to start snorting regularly again," he said seductively, "but this is the worst time in your life and you need something. You just said you didn't have anyone that could be there for you and you know how a line or two picks you up. You feel good. The pain just goes away. Then in a few days, when this is all over, you can just put it back away."

The frightening thing was his logic sounded almost reasonable.

Shaking off the impulse, I dragged myself to my feet. "I should've known this was all an act!" Then I did smash the tray off the table in a cloud of expensive drugs. "You want me to take that shit so I'll be back under your control. I remember how it was and what it did to me." I half-turned to stalk off and fired one more shot at Rod. "I may not be able to toss your sorry ass out of here, but if you value that pretty face of yours, stay the hell away from me."

He grabbed my hand. "Fine, reject me, but I'm doing this for you. This is the only way you'll make it." He slid a small vial into my hand and closed my fingers. "Just in case you change your mind."

I wanted to throw it back in his face, but my instincts and desires warred inside me. Enough of me wanted to do it that I couldn't force myself to just throw it away. I found my hand gripping the vial tightly. "I won't use this," I said defiantly. 

In his eyes, I saw a muted flash of something. Was it satisfaction? Then he nodded. "Goodnight, Regan."

Breathing raggedly, I stumbled into the bathroom and showered mechanically, scrubbing the feel of the white powder off my arms and then my entire body. When I felt clean at last, I went to my room and locked the door behind me. I set the vial on my dresser and sat on the bed, staring at it. Could I do coke once and then stop again? Would I be ruining my life all over again? Did it matter anymore?

Silkily, the inner voice told me that I couldn't possibly hurt any worse than I did right now, and that Rod was right. That cocaine would make the pain go away. I could always go back into rehab if I couldn't stop on my own.

I stripped off my robe and turned off the lights, but I could still feel the siren call of the white powder in the darkness. Inside, I knew if I dithered long enough in making my decision, I'd probably give in, and the voice seized on that to urge me not to fight anymore. I was still wrestling with my demons when I fell asleep.



Karma Ch. 02



Chapter Two: An unexpected visitor

It was pitch black outside when I woke up needing to use the restroom. The clock on the nightstand said it was a little before 6:00 AM. My mouth tasted terrible. That just wouldn't do. I had to take a toothbrush to my teeth right now.

I grabbed a robe and wrapped it around myself. It was too early for this crowd to be up, but there was no way I was taking chances around Rod. I hurried out of my room toward the bathroom and stopped dead in my tracks. Five feet away, staring at me with equal surprise was Melissa. 

She didn't let that surprise stop her from softly closing Rod's door behind her and holding a finger up to her lips. Her robe was loose; her hair was in wild disarray. Even after all that bastard had done, and all the time that had passed, I still felt a momentary surge of jealousy. With a snort to myself, I forced it down. I really was an idiot to have any emotion for Rod other than contempt.

I smiled and shook my head. Daddy had outdone himself in getting a woman that suited him this time. I wondered if he knew his sweetie was sleeping around on him. If he knew, did he care? Regardless, I certainly didn't. I motioned for her to go on without saying a word. Neither Rod's past nor Melissa's present infidelity was my problem. If Daddy didn't know that someone was diddling his darling on the side, it only sounded like fitting justice to me. 

With a languid smile, Melissa opened Daddy's door and slipped back inside.

I locked the bathroom door behind me since I didn't want Rod walking in on me. Rod had a bad habit of doing that to me and my friends. I did my business and decided to shower so I could dress and get the hell out of this cursed place before people started getting up. The last day of the viewing would be soon enough to look at them.

As I dressed in my room a few minutes later, I kept glancing at the vial of cocaine. My hand itched to put it in my purse, just in case. I almost did, but in the end, I left it there and locked my door behind me on the way out. There was no need for me to be worried someone might see it. The maid would leave the locked room alone in her morning cleaning rounds. 

I smiled maliciously as I boosted Conrad's spare keys from the hook by the door and let myself out. I could take one of the other cars in the three-car garage, but this would piss him off, and that made it the perfect choice.

In a few minutes, I had his SUV on the road into town and my stomach was starting to growl. I tried to find a place that was open for breakfast this early. And it needed to be someplace that I wouldn't run into any of Mother's family.

The first place I saw that fit the bill was one of those all-night diners. It looked like it should have had a flickering neon sign. The coffee was probably going to rip the lining out of my stomach. Screw it. I parked and walked in past two truckers on their way out. I saw them stare at me and knew I didn't quite fit the usual customer in this place. Good.

The waitress that seated me looked a little worse for wear. Her frazzled bottle-red hair threatened to escape from her hairnet in the same way her tits tried to escape her low-cut top. In this crowd, that probably earned some good tips. 

"What'll it be, Hon?" She sounded like she should give up her two-pack-a-day habit while she still had a throat. 

I looked at the menu. "What won't kill me?"

The waitress - Alice, her tag read - laughed roughly. "If I had a nickel for every time I heard that. Go with the omelets, and the coffee isn't too bad."

"Fine," I said. "Give me a veggie omelet, no onions, and a coffee."

"You got it."

I forgot her as soon as she swayed off to another table. I let the black cloud of thoughts flow over me and put my head into my hands. This depression and anger always seemed to be waiting for a chance to slip into my head. My life sucked. 

I shook my head to force the negative thoughts out. Fighting these black moods and self-criticism was a never-ending battle. I knew I wasn't being fair to myself. Until Mother died, I'd had my life turned around, at least some. Actually, Gina and Margot had turned my life around. 

Gina, especially, had finally told me that I needed to change. She'd been pretty firm, too. I yelled and screamed. I threw a tantrum. I sulked. And when the choice became clear that I'd lose my best friends if I didn't do something, I'd started changing. Years later, with what seemed like their tireless support, I was still fighting to change. In the process I'd found out that I didn't really know who Regan Thomas was, though in the last few years I'd started looking forward to meeting her.

After a few minutes, when Alice set the coffee on the table, I dragged myself back from the depths of my thoughts. I looked out into the parking lot while I sipped the paint thinner she called 'not too bad' coffee. I think I was wrong. She didn't smoke at all. She just drank this stuff. 

A beaten up, muddy Land Rover lumbered into the parking lot. A man in a worn leather bomber jacket climbed out and stretched. My imagination placed him as a construction worker. A handsome construction worker. He looked a lot better than the average customer in this joint did. Forget this joint. He looked a lot better than most men anywhere did. Fit and trim, he probably worked out. And his walk...

He walked up to the doorway and smiled at Alice while she flirted with him. I gave him an automatic once-over as she led him down toward the empty table next to mine. Tall, with a ruggedly handsome face and dark eyes framed in straight black hair that fell to his shoulders. With the beat up leather jacket covering his torso, it was hard to be certain, but he seemed muscular. His walk exuded an air of confidence without the usual arrogance. That was an unusual combination in men, in my experience.

When he stopped beside my table, I knew what was coming next: the come on. Men only had one thing on their minds. His words startled me, though. "You're Regan Thomas, right?"

"Do I know you?" I asked with a frown.

His lips curved a little. "Probably not, but I know you. I'm Antonio Di Ricco. I'm so sorry to hear about your mother." He offered me his hand and I shook it automatically while trying to recall the name. 

When I did place it, my frown deepened. "I remember someone by that name, but he was my father's age," I said. "A big guy, kind of, you know, round." 

He nodded. "That's my dad, Big Tony. I came with him to see your dad a few times when we were teenagers. The round part happens to men in my family if they don't work out," he added with a grin, "and even my father would tell you that since he never works out, he's fatter than hell. Mind if I join you?"

My memory clicked. I remembered him now, a skinny kid that resented his father dragging him around. I remembered overhearing his father tell Daddy that he thought his kid would give him a stroke or end up in prison or, more likely, both. After hearing Daddy agree with his friend, I decided to avoid the kid.

Well, that was then and this was now. I wasn't inclined to let Daddy make my calls anymore. 

"Sure, have a seat. I remember you now," I said with a nod. "So, if your dad is Big Tony, does that make you Little Tony?"

He shrugged as he sat, although I saw the barest flicker - an echo of some long ago pain - in his eyes. "I just go by Tony. I don't like being compared to my father." He looked at Alice, and pointed at me. "I'll take whatever she's having." 

"Okay, Tony it is," I said as Alice sashayed back off. "I didn't think you knew my mother or father so well."

"I don't," he agreed. "My dad got word too late to make it here. I'm here in the area for work, so Dad called to ask me to come in his place. You know, wave the family flag."

That I understood all too well. "Mine usually just tells me he wants me somewhere and then expects me to obey."

Tony laughed. "My father lost that hold on me when he disowned me and tossed my sorry ass out of his house on my seventeenth birthday."

I sucked in my breath. "He disowned you? That's terrible! If he did that, why come here for him at all?"

Tony shrugged again. "I'm not here for him. I'm here for myself. I'm a Di Ricco and we pay our debts, both money and honor. My family should be here for yours at a time like this so I'm here." 

I nodded, impressed despite myself.

"Besides, throwing me out was the right thing to do," he continued, "even if I didn't like it at the time. I was a real punk. In his place, I'd have thrown me out, too. "

"Wow." I knew that Daddy, Melissa and Conrad all understood money, but I doubted any of them even knew that honor existed. I shook my head and leaned back as my omelet arrived. 

Alice smiled at Tony. "I put a rush on yours, sugar."

I took a bite and decided it probably wasn't immediately fatal.

Tony smiled at Alice. "Thanks." Then he stood and took off his jacket; I was right about him working out. His black tee shirt did nothing to hide his solid physique.

I felt a moment of physical longing, but repressed it. The very last thing I needed now was a complication like him in my life. Other women could have casual flings but I'd never been able to be that way. If I slept with a man, it was because we were in a relationship for the long haul - not that the long haul ever seemed to last more than three or four years for me. Men being men, I doubted that my four-year record was in any danger.

Fortunately, men were not my only option when I was horny. Having a bit of fun between the sheets was different with another woman; for whatever reason, I had no problem with the idea of casual girl-girl sex - sometimes very casual. I wouldn't be jumping into bed, though, with a disowned...

"What do you do for a living?" I asked as I continued to eat slowly.

"I'm in construction," he said, confirming my first impression. "We're building an apartment complex at a job site about three hundred miles down the highway."

I'd guessed right. I smiled. Too bad a relationship was out of the question. Still, it was for the best. He'd just use me for my body and my money and then cheat on me in spite of both. He was a man, after all.

"That sounds very interesting," I said politely.

"No, it doesn't," he replied with a grin. "I can tell that swinging a hammer isn't very interesting to you, but that's okay," he said, forestalling my objection as his expression sobered. "If there's anything that I can do for you, all you have to do is ask. I didn't know your mother, but it was obvious to me that she loved you. I could see it even when I was a kid."

Men didn't usually surprise me. Not even when I found out they'd been sleeping around. 

"And if I do need to ask you for something, how would I get hold of you?" I finally got out. I figured it was time for the line about how 'if I wanted to get a hold of him all I had to do was put my hand out.'

Instead, he dug out a worn leather wallet and pulled out a card. He flipped it over to write on it. "Here's my cell number," he said. "If you need anything at all, call me. Day or night." He handed me the card and I looked at the numbers written in a strong, bold hand. A flip of the card showed it wasn't his card. It was for some truck stop. I could only imagine why a man would have the number for a truck stop in his wallet. I'll never understand men.

I slid the card into my purse and considered him silently as his plate arrived and he seasoned it to taste. "Do you miss the world you had when you were growing up?" I asked.

He grinned at me and took another bite of his omelet. "What's not to miss? Having money to burn and no idea how I want to spend it? Having my dad try to mold me into someone just like him? Frankly, I'm better off not having everything laid out for me," he waved his fork at me. "Not that I'm better than anyone else."

There was some pride in there. He and I had a lot in common. A lot more than met the eye, I thought.

"So you were a rebel without a clue?" I asked. "Trying to find a place and way for yourself?"

"Oh, hell no! I knew exactly what my goal in life was; I was being a pain in my father's ass," he said. "People think it's easier to be rich. We both know that's not true. Hell, if I'd gotten a tattoo back then, my dad would have tossed me out even faster."

"You have a tattoo?" I asked with more interest than I'd expected and certainly more than I'd intended to let on. I'd considered getting one when I was younger, but the horror stories were just too much for me to get past. "What kind?"

"A mermaid - on my left butt-cheek," he said before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Bull," I said with an unladylike snort. "No way do you have a mermaid on your ass."

"True enough. The tattoo is classified, so I have to spread some false stories to keep my adoring public guessing."

I shook my head and smiled at him. "I bet. Do you keep a club in the car to drive them back?"

"Actually, it's a Louisville Slugger. Works every time."

We ate slowly and talked about our lives as spoiled rich kids for almost an hour, though it seemed like only a few minutes. When I looked at my watch, I'd been thinking we had plenty of time to keep talking, and I was a bit shocked to see that the funeral home would open in less than twenty minutes. The quick burn of disappointment surprised me, both in its depth and in the fact that I'd felt it at all. 

I didn't know when I'd ever been so comfortable just sitting and talking with a man. I supposed our shared past helped, but he was neither fish nor fowl. He wasn't a rich guy that grew up like Rod, or a poor schmuck like the truckers that shared the diner with us. He was different from the men I'd associated with in the past. He was exotic.

Part of me wanted to stay right here talking with him. That made me feel a bit closer to him than I'd ever felt to anyone outside my clique. I'd never been chatty with guys, but I felt a connection with Tony that I'd never expected.

Regretfully, I grabbed my purse. "I've got to go to the funeral home. I really wish we had more time to talk because it's been fun."

He pulled out a twenty and tossed it on the table, silencing my objections. "If I can't spend my money on breakfast with a friend, then why have it? I'm going to go to the viewing and I'll be here for the funeral, too, so we can talk again. I'd like that." 

His hand briefly touched mine as he stood up. An electric tingle unsettled my stomach. I reminded myself that I didn't need this kind of entanglement, that he was just a man and couldn't be trusted, even if part of me seemed to want to trust him. Even with everything Gina and Margot had done to help me, I still couldn't bring myself to trust men. I could almost feel Gina frowning at me and sighed. 

"Let's set something up before we leave the viewing then," I said, making the decision to go with my emotions rather than my brain.

He smiled as he slid his jacket on. "I'd like that. I'll see you there." I watched Tony's perfect ass walk out the door and sighed. I headed for the ladies room. God willing, I wouldn't catch anything in there.

----

When I arrived at the funeral home, Tony was talking with Daddy. I could tell right away that Daddy had no idea who he was, and that he was getting an abbreviated form of the same introduction I'd gotten. Melissa was giving Tony the eye from behind Daddy. I recognized the look. While her behavior didn't surprise me, the sudden spike of jealousy stunned me. 

What the hell was that? I'd just met the guy, and already I wanted to club the competition in the head like a baby seal? Was I seeing her as competition? That surprised me even more. He wasn't mine, and I wasn't dating him, so that thought had no place in my head. I forced it back down, composed my features, and walked up to them.

"There's no need to stay in a hotel. We have plenty of room at the chalet," Daddy said.

Tony shook his head. "That's really not necessary, sir. I don't want to disturb your family."

"Absolutely not," Melissa said with a wide smile. "We wouldn't hear of it. You're staying with us, and that's final."

That last bit was loud enough for Conrad to overhear from his post beside the coffin, and he hurried up, smoothing a sudden worried look. "Hello, I'm Conrad. What's this about the chalet?"

"I've decided that Tony should stay with us tonight rather than at a motel," Daddy said with a smile. "It makes no sense to see all that space go to waste."

From his facial expression, Conrad was looking for a way to back out of that commitment before it became final. I was sorry about Tony being trapped with Melissa, but I wasn't about to let Conrad have his way.

"Daddy's absolutely right," I agreed, stepping up beside my father. "We have six rooms, and the place would just rattle with all of us there alone. Please Tony, take a spare room. It's no trouble."

Melissa shot me a calculating look. Then she nodded, her brain already working the angles. "Yes, Tony. Please do," Melissa added. Weren't we a fine pair of conniving bitches? 

Trapped, Conrad nodded. "Of course, we'd be happy to have you."

"Well, since you all insist, I'll do it," Tony said, glancing at Melissa warily. Right then I knew that whatever else he might be, he was smarter than the average bear.

That thought was so arrogant and presumptuous that I snorted at myself. That got me a frown from everyone. I coughed to cover my slip-up. "Sorry, my throat's a bit dry." 

Daddy quirked an eyebrow at me and headed for the front door with Melissa on his arm. Conrad seized the moment to cut Tony off and start talking. Conrad loved to talk, and his favorite subject was himself.

I looked at the casket and dozens of Mother's family were milling around her. I slipped to the side of the room and made my way back to the area near Mother. A couple of the older women were looking at her and speaking in low tones to one another. Not low enough for me to miss hearing, unfortunately. 

"It's a terrible shame, her having a daughter like that," one of them said. She was some kind of great aunt. The woman next to her was her sister. The matching sour expressions were a good clue about that. Her words solidified my anger, gave it focus. 

"Yes," her sister agreed. "Regan had such potential and was such a great disappointment to her mother. She married well enough but her other habits," she tsked disapprovingly. 

I wondered angrily, which of my failings she meant. God knows I'd had enough of them to piss my mother off.

"I mean, really! She's one of those drug sniffing hippies," Sister A chortled. 

I almost laughed. She thought I was a hippie. Puh-leeze! 

"And all those rumors about her and..." she looked around and lowered her voice just a tiny bit. "And all those women she slept with. She's not only a slut but also a lesbian! Imagine having a pervert for a daughter!"

A spike of pain shot through my head as my heartbeat thundered in my ears. The room turned red. I shoved the wreath to the side and it fell with a crash. The sisters recoiled from me as if I were the Devil herself.

"She was never ashamed of me!" I snarled. "You don't know me! You don't know a thing about my relationship with my mother! How dare you?"

Conrad was there in a flash. "That is enough! You've disgraced yourself and our family," he gloated. "Get out."

"You," I said, turning on him, "are full of it, too. Do you think marrying into a family makes it yours? You're even more of an outsider than I am, you poser. My mother may have married you, but she at least loved me."

He wagged a finger in my face and glared. "Go call one of your little dyke friends for a drug party and leave the people that loved your mother alone to grieve! You're obviously drugged out or you wouldn't behave like this in front of your mother."




Karma Ch. 02



No one talked about my friends that way. No one!

I leapt at him. 

And someone snatched me out of the air. I kicked and screamed at Conrad while my abductor carried me toward the front door over his shoulder. Like a sack of potatoes. 

"Let me go! Let! Me! Go!" I said, beating on the leather-clad back. It was Tony. Why was he taking me out of here like this when I needed to shred that bastard Conrad?

He grabbed my coat off the hook and carried me into the parking lot. "I don't think so," he said calmly, setting me down beside Conrad's SUV. I started to go around him and go back inside but he blocked me. "That's what he wants," he said. "Can't you see that? He's baiting you."

"So what? I'll give him what he wants and you call the paramedics." 

"Save it," he said, planting an arm in front of me again. "Save it for later when they won't find the body."

I turned my head at the comment. The innocent grin I saw on his face broke my fury and I took a deep breath and forced myself to turn away from him. I put my clenched fists on the hood in front of me. The visual of Conrad beaten to a bloody pulp helped to calm me, oddly enough, and turned my snarl into a brief smile. My head was pounding and I quickly lost that smile as I realized that Tony was right. I'd fallen right into Conrad's trap. He wanted to portray me in the worst light possible in front of as many people as possible, and I'd stepped right up to the plate when those women started nattering. What did I care what they thought anyway? Dammit!

Unwillingly, I nodded. "You're right. As much as I hate it," I grated out. My hands twitched with adrenaline withdrawal. "I thought I'd changed, but underneath I can still see the college girl in me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't act without thinking just because it's what my emotions tell me to do." 

"You don't need to apologize to me. We need to leave, but we can come back later when most of the people have left," he said. His voice was calm and it didn't sound like an order. It just sounded reasonable. That was strange. Only the people that knew me best could usually talk me down like this when I was on a tear. My mind shied away from how he could do that.

"I'd rather go back in there and cut off his balls," I muttered. "If I could find them."

"There's always time for that later," he said again, finally touching me on my shoulder. I realized that the cold was starting to seep through without my coat on and his hand felt warm, almost hot against me. That sent the last of the anger running away and a jolt of need replaced it; a need that I couldn't allow myself to act on. I picked up my coat from where he'd set it down and slid into it.

I stepped around to the driver's door, pulling away without seeming as though it was a slight. "I have to go somewhere, but where should we go? What should we do?"

"Do you know how to ice-skate?"

I stared at him over the hood in disbelief. "Ice-skate at a time like this?"

He grinned impishly. "Trust me."

With a sigh, I gave in and climbed into the SUV. He wanted to go ice-skating. What other unexpected surprises would this man spring on me next?



Karma Ch. 02



My thanks to Glenda Fiddich for support and editing. 

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Now I had to accept most of the blame, but I knew I'd do it in painful silence. I'd be far too humiliated and ashamed to admit to anyone what I had caused. In addition, I'd have to live with the knowledge I'd betrayed the woman I loved. 

As much as it sickened me, I felt like I'd literally given my loving wife to another man to fuck. I could never let her or anyone else know what I'd done. In all, it was a terrible guilt I'd have to live with.

What was harder still was the knowledge my best friend had fucked her; well ex-friend now. As much as I had to accept the blame for what had happened I still knew she wasn't completely faultless and should have tried a bit harder to stop him. 

Somehow I had to find out if she really regretted what had happened and if she truly still loved me; I was sure she did. She was the woman I had loved for so many years and had planned to live my whole life with so I knew at that moment I'd never divorce her; I still loved her too much. 

Now I was seething inside about what George had done and he needed to be taught an even more painful lesson. George had to know the reason he was being hurt if he was to learn not to touch other men's wives.

End of Part 1

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Part 2

I've known some husbands who would have thrown Julie to the kerb for what had happened if she'd been married to them but I had to forgive her. From what I could see and remember it didn't look to be all her fault but she had to accept some of the blame.....and the pain. I hated what she'd done but I didn't want to lose her; that's what love did to people.

It wasn't like Julie had planned it. We both loved each other still and besides I wasn't blameless either but up till then from what I could see, I think I may have been the only one who was suffering any pain; apart from shithead.

I didn't think I was over-reacting to what had happened but maybe I was being overly cautious. There was something I couldn't quite put my finger on that made me a little uncomfortable. 

Don't get me wrong; there's nothing evil about whispering. It's just I always get uneasy when people around me do it; particularly when they stop when I get close enough to hear what's being said. Over the past few days Julie and Karen had done it a lot and I wish I'd waited a little longer before I'd disturbed them on Saturday night but I was sure it was just their girl talk. 

When I thought about it, I recalled I'd found them whispering quite frequently over the past twelve months as they became closer; maybe I'd just chosen to ignore it before.

In my haste for advice I'd forgotten that one of the women who worked as an admin assistant for my lawyers played tennis with Julie occasionally. I'd never liked her and thought she was a nasty piece of work and I disliked Julie having any contact with her but I wasn't going to tell her who could be her friends. 

What I hadn't anticipated was that as soon as the divorce papers passed over her desk on Tuesday afternoon she phoned Julie at home from her cell phone. 

I was monitoring all of Julie's phone calls by this time waiting for the call from George that never came and I listened as she first asked, "Is everything okay between you and James?"

Julie replied. "Everything's great, why?"

Then her friend asked, "Did you know that James is having divorce papers prepared on the grounds of adultery and papers to sue someone named George?" 

She added, "I haven't seen it but James has photographic evidence of whatever you've done." 

What a bitch! To say Julie was instantly destroyed was a gross understatement as she could barely get a credible answer out while she glanced around the room for where the cameras were hidden. Julie knew they were there somewhere but she couldn't see them. 

It was hard for me to watch what it did to her and as Julie steadied herself against the table where George had fucked her, I thought what she was experiencing now would equate to somewhere near what I'd felt when I first watched them fucking. She was now feeling the pain. 

I thought she held up well until she hung up the phone and then dropped to the floor crying. She wasn't really there long but it seemed like she stayed on the floor crying for ages. I still loved her and I watched with sorrow while I tried to phone her but she just lay on the floor curled up weeping as she ignored the phone ringing. 

I was about to leave work and go to her when I heard the kids getting home. Julie must have heard them as well and disappeared to the bathroom to have a shower while they made themselves a snack like they did every afternoon. 

For only the second time ever I watched Julie in the shower as she must have been trying to scrub herself clean again and again as though she was still dirty from the sex with George then she shaved everything that needed it from the neck down. 

She'd always refused to shave her pussy before but I think she was seriously feeling guilty and wanted to make it a special night for me to get back into my good books to stop the divorce. Well, the cat was out of the bag now. 

My plans had to change and the unintentional pay-back was causing her even more pain than I could've ever imagined or really wanted. She joined the kids when she came out of the bathroom and she seemed okay as she talked with them then started on dinner.

I was still concerned about her and arrived home a little earlier than usual and my favourite, a roast dinner, was ready to be dished out. I didn't let on that I knew she'd heard about the divorce papers being prepared. She'd been told incorrectly what her fate held for her; it was only an option I had considered and already discounted but now she was feeling the hurt.

Julie was on egg shells all evening and barely said a word but I pretended not to notice. I still wanted her to admit what happened before I told her I wouldn't divorce her. I wanted her to take ownership of her actions. 

After the dishes were stacked into the dishwasher I sat on the lounge watching television for a while hoping she'd sit next to me so that we could talk. Julie stayed in the kitchen and didn't come out so I disappeared into my study to "work" for a few hours while I watched the whole seduction again just to get it right in my mind. 

As much as it sickened me having to watch it again I had some questions I needed answers for. It confirmed what I already knew and I was left in no doubt that Julie couldn't help herself after George followed my instructions. He'd deliberately got her tipsy then abused the information I'd shared with him. I still couldn't believe I'd helped set her up. 

The drinking and the massage with the stroking would've been enough to allow her seduction, but on top of it all Julie was still on anti-depressants after miscarrying an unplanned baby the previous year. It had been one of the reasons we'd rented the holiday house at the beach. The combination of all three meant a dead certainty for George. I realized that Julie didn't stand a chance. 

It only confirmed we were both guilty of something but my demons somehow convinced me that she could've stopped him and it should never have happened so the pain she was feeling was just. I'd already decided I wouldn't divorce her but George....well.... he was still toast. 

For the rest of the evening I kept the door closed to my study and I kept an eye on the monitor. Julie finally left the kitchen and stood outside the study door for ages trying to decide whether to join me or not. I could see the look on her face and could tell she desperately wanted to talk to me. 

Finally she obviously decided she couldn't and started crying again and turned and went to bed. From what I'd heard her say to George the night before, she was far too scared to discuss it with me. It seriously worried me that she was so afraid of me now or was she worried about the consequences of infidelity I had spoken of in the car on Saturday night knowing our divorce papers were ready to be served. 

Julie looked to be asleep when I finally went to bed and I was only on the bed for a few minutes when I felt her soft hand ever so gently touch my shoulder. I don't think she planned it but as soon as she touched me she started crying again. 

I rolled onto my side to look at her and she moved closer to me. Julie grabbed my arm tightly and started pleading, "Please James, I don't want a divorce! Please don't divorce me. I'm so sorry for what's happened and I hate him so much now for what he's done. I never wanted to have sex with him and I don't know how it began. James, I don't even know how it happened. Please, please forgive me for everything?" 

Her pleas caught me by surprise and I wasn't sure how to answer even though she'd finally admitted it. I wiped the tears from her eyes for a few minutes as she continued to plead for my forgiveness. 

Slowly she pulled herself towards me. I still loved her so much and my body had given me away; my cock was rock hard from my thinking about the smooth pussy available to me for the very first time. 

She pushed me onto my back then reached down and held my cock vertically like she usually did if she was about to mount me and fuck me cow-girl style; our favourite position since she'd started wanting it that way recently. My cock was hard and waiting but it was harder for me still to just gently push her away. 

She looked stunned; we'd never refused each other before unless we were really sick since the night of our wedding all those years before. I gazed into Julie's eyes and I saw a look of absolute fear I'd never seen before as she realized things could've seriously changed between us. Her plan to fuck her way back into my good books had suddenly been shattered. 

While returning her gaze I just said, "I can't make love to you again until after you can prove that you haven't caught any STDs from him. It wouldn't help the kids any if we both caught something and either got really sick or even died would it? It's bad enough what you did, but you let him fuck you bareback and you could have any number of diseases now; even some untreatable." 

I'd never mentioned it before to her and I'd never admit it to anyone else but I was scared shitless of catching an STD.......for some people it's spiders or snakes or even the dark but for me it was STDs. I could still remember the horror stories in the school yard from all those years ago about how they cured some forms of VD.

Her tears returned as she must have realized what she'd done had dire consequences ... to both of us. Maybe she couldn't halt him like my recording indicated and I doubted she even remembered asking him to stop, but I did. She just looked at me for a long time as she bit her bottom lip as her tears kept flowing. 

I could see Julie was deep in thought and she took a big breath then between sobs she whispered ever so quietly I almost missed it, "I know you like Karen a lot; you two get on so well and she's really very beautiful. I want you to sleep with her so we're even. I know she likes you too so it won't be a problem. 

I've seen her watching you and she loves to be near you whenever we're together. It's really obvious she wants to fuck you James. You have to fuck her; it's only fair because George has fucked me. I'll ask her if you want me too; I know she'll say yes straight away.

In fact I'm positive she'll jump at the chance. She talks about you all the time when we're together and even asks what it's like making love to you. You can fuck her as much as you like from now on if that's what it takes. I'll understand if you do. James, I just don't want to lose you. I'll do anything to keep you; even share you with her." 

Her suggestion took me by surprise. I was too stunned to say anything as I realized she must have really loved me so much to have even suggested it. In my heart I didn't know how that would help as I knew it would just be a revenge fuck. It might be fun but in the end it would be meaningless and there was also the possibility of STDs again.

In any case, it could destroy my close friendship with Karen and I wondered how she'd react when she found out her loving husband had fucked her best friend. Besides, I wanted to stay faithful to my wife and importantly, I'd never cuckold another husband; not even a shithead like George. 

I lay awake trying to decide if I should comfort her and let her know that I was also to blame or just let her cry herself to sleep. I was feeling so guilty and far too afraid to tell her I'd accidently betrayed her; too ashamed of what I'd done to my loving wife. 

Sleep came quickly to Julie and I didn't remove her arm when she laid it across my chest and then rested her head on my shoulder. When I was sure she was in a deep sleep I pulled her over closer so she was hard up against me and somehow she snuggled in even closer. I heard her sigh and I held her tighter. 

Julie was lucky; I was still awake next morning when the alarm clock went off. During the long hours I lay awake, I realized I had misdirected my wrath and hurt Julie more than I should have. 

In any case, I knew I'd never accept her offer for a revenge fuck. It wouldn't help our marriage ... marriage was about loving my partner and forgiving her particularly when I was partly to blame. I looked at Julie and realised she was awake again and just looking at me; neither of us moved for quite some time as I softly stroked her cheek.

Julie visited our family doctor first thing Wednesday morning for a full range of tests for any STDs, although I didn't expect any to be found. She told our doctor she' d pay extra to get the results back faster but she'd have to still wait a week. She needed to show me that she had no STDs.

He questioned why she needed them so urgently. After Julie told him her reason for the tests and that I wasn't involved, he told her why she probably couldn't stop what happened to her. He told her it was most likely the result of the interaction of the particular anti-depressant she was taking and the wine she'd been drinking; it happened sometimes.

He didn't tell her that my being there Monday for the same tests now made sense to him. I didn't know at the time but Julie then discussed about lowering her medication with a view to going off it entirely as soon as possible. 

Our doctor agreed it was good idea to try and reduce it completely over the next month to see how she coped. Going off the anti-depressants cold turkey created its own set of problems so she had to reduce them gradually. 

I knew it was wrong and probably illegal but I checked the doctor's letter on George's medical file from his employment application. It explained the results of his blood tests and I saw he had no STD's or HIV unless he'd been out fucking about in the last month; and I doubted that as Karen usually kept a very tight rein on him at night and weekends.

By that reasoning, Julie should be clean after her seduction but she'd suffer from the pain of humiliation as she spoke to our doctor about being tested. It was something she'd never forget and besides, I still needed to be 100% sure.

The rest of the week went slowly as Julie broke down and cried at the drop of a hat. Even though I'd said nothing or spoken about her seduction again she could have still been half expecting to be served at any moment for what she'd done or perhaps she would have been really sorry it had happened. 

I should've told her I still loved her and would never divorce her but I didn't; I suppose it was cruel but what she'd done to me still hurt so much and I wasn't sure why I wanted her to keep remembering her unplanned infidelity as long as I was feeling the pain. For some strange reason I now thought that was fair that she should wait until the test results were back. 

Karen must have noticed a huge change in Julie during their phone calls and visited her every day after that trying to make her feel better. I was certain that Karen had no way of knowing she was probably making Julie feel much worse from the guilt of letting George fuck her. 

Karen was full of excitement each day as she told Julie their plans to finally have more children as their financial situation had improved dramatically since my company had started using George as a full-time contractor. He'd only just started working for me exclusively during the past month. 

I was surprised Julie said nothing to Karen about my having divorce papers prepared but if George was involved I could understand why. Maybe Julie thought it could all be resolved quietly without anyone knowing what had happened. 

I could see that in her innocence Karen would have been twisting a knife further into Julie with every visit as she talked about how we'd all become such good and close, trusted friends over the years; there was even talk of making us god parents for the baby when it was born. 

Karen even suggested another joint holiday away; maybe at a nice house together at a quiet beach somewhere; without the kids this time. She almost purred when she spoke about the endless massages they could both have every day this time and how she might finally get her full body massage from me. My dark side could not have scripted it better. Each night Julie still cried herself to sleep. 

When we went to bed she'd lay awake looking at me with her big blue eyes. She'd tell me each night how sorry she was for what had happened and how she'd do anything to make it up to me. It was so hard but I didn't make love to her; but I did hold her and wipe away her tears. 

I'd wait until she was asleep each night before I moved in even closer to her to feel her hot body against mine. As I spooned her each night my cock would stiffen and slide between her hot thighs. 

It was torture not letting my cock slip into her waiting pussy. My phobia about STD's overruled my need to slide my hard cock into her; it was like it was calling to me every night. 

I started to worry unnecessarily that he might have given her a STD and I thought about a Maori carving above the entrance to the Treaty House in Waitangi in New Zealand we had visited one year; it was of a naked woman who's pussy had sharp teeth and I wondered if they'd suffered from STDs there from early European contact. 

I'd wake before her each morning and feel her stir as she snuggled in closer until she was hard up against me thinking I was still asleep but then she'd move away quietly just before the alarm was due to go off in the belief I didn't know she was doing it. It confirmed she still loved me.

Friday night had always been special to us. We usually had pizza delivered for the kids and the two of us always met up with friends. We'd all go out to eat at one of our favourite restaurants we'd discovered over the years. 

This Friday night was different as the kids went out with their friends leaving us alone; they knew something was definitely wrong and didn't want to be around their mother crying again. Julie disappeared and showered and came downstairs looking like a million dollars in a stunning emerald green dress somehow expecting to go out as if everything was normal. 

I was so tired and still hurting badly for what both of us had done so I just looked down and said, "We've nothing to celebrate this week and I don't feel like eating out, in fact I'm just so tired." 

Maybe we should have gone out to help mend our pain but I saw no value in celebrating her infidelity and my stupidity. The look of total sadness on Julie's face said it all and she realized how hurt I was at what had happened. She held out her arms to me briefly then dropped them. I could see she wanted to run and hold me but was unsure how I'd react so she didn't ... and neither did I. 




Karma Ch. 02



My mind was still in just as much turmoil as hers. What disturbed me the most was that George must have thought he'd gotten away with it although I'd already started to tighten the noose around his neck at work. It was sad I couldn't let him know I had caused the physical pain he was still suffering from.

Lack of sleep didn't help me so I went up to our bedroom and lay on the bed for what I planned to be only a few minutes. I was still fully clothed and fell asleep almost immediately. I think I half woke several times after hearing the phone ring from people we'd usually meet up with for dinner. 

Each time I could hear Julie explaining I was asleep after a very tiring week. Someone even tried to get her to go out alone with him. Whoever he was wouldn't be welcome at 

Saturday, there wasn't any cricket for us to watch as the kids had a bye. In any case I didn't want to meet up with George just yet as I realized I was becoming angrier at him and didn't want to confront him until I had a plan that would hurt him even more than I had already. The cracked ribs and the severe bruising barely sufficed for the moment but just the memory of hurting him still made me smile a little.

I had to think of something that would cut him to the core and keep hurting him for a long time; something to make him totally regret what he'd done. And the pain ... don't forget the pain ... there had to be plenty of on-going pain; it had to be something special. 

I wanted to give George something far beyond the physical pain I'd already given him. If I couldn't come up with anything suitable, physical pain would have to do again; it had made me feel so much better the first time.

I was mowing the grass around the pool and noticed their SUV pull up out the front so I turned the mower off and walked quietly to the garage. I hopped into my car and as soon as they were in the house I drove to work. If it had just been Karen I would have stayed but shithead was with her. I had to stay away from him in case I ended up in jail for assault or worse. The way I was feeling it would have been 'worse'. 

In the meantime, Julie had let them into the house and had been about to call me in when she realized the mower had stopped and she must've thought I was about to join them after I cleaned up. When I didn't show up they came out to the back patio looking for me but I wasn't in sight. I couldn't believe she had let him into the house again and I suspected she only did so because he came with Karen. 

It didn't take me long to get to work and I accessed my server at home to see what was happening. When I didn't show up Julie finally checked the garage thinking I might have been in there and found my Lexus missing. She realized I'd left without saying anything then she went back inside to her guests. 

I think she would've guessed why I was gone. I almost picked up my monitor and threw it off the desk when I saw George with that "I've fucked Julie grin" still on his face as he probably thought to himself I was still some sort of wimp and totally clueless after he'd fucked my wife. 

He must've thought he'd gotten away with it and I was sure he'd most likely try again soon. I should have stayed and met him at the gate and told him to piss off and he'd never be welcome again.

I thought, "Fuck you sport; you'll get yours!"

As I watched and listened I saw Karen was quite upset and went to the bathroom to freshen up a little.

While she was gone Julie turned to George and said, "George, he knows! A friend of mine at his lawyers told me James has had divorce papers prepared for me and papers to serve you as well. Why did you get me drunk and have to fuck me in my own home George?" 

He quickly lost his smile then quietly responded and seemingly without any remorse, "What's done is done. Well that at least explains why I've had bugger all work this week. Julie, I'll go to the wall soon if this goes on much longer. To start with I just thought things were quiet but I found out I was the only one not getting sent out. 

We've got nothing saved you know. We were only just starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel after having so little work for so long. Can't you talk to him for us ... for Karen's sake? You don't think it was him who attacked me last week do you? Shit, if he serves me, Karen won't take it very well. She might even leave me!"

Julie continued, "I don't think she'd react well either George, so you can thank your lucky stars I haven't told her. She's my friend and I don't want to hurt her. If he decides to divorce me and sue you then you'll have nothing left and she won't get her babies. 

But you really don't get it do you George? I'm lucky I'm still here. I don't think you realize how much we've hurt him.......you've hurt him. You were his best friend and you betrayed him....and I trusted you......we betrayed him together. There's a hidden side to him you and Karen have never seen and you don't want to know. 

I realized how little I knew about how extreme he felt about things like marriage fidelity last Saturday night when he talked about his total disgust at anyone who cheats on their spouse. Just so you understand what I'm saying George, he's totally intolerant of anyone who cheats. He'll take his time but sure as hell he won't forgive us or forget what's happened. 

To tell you the truth George I'm really scared what he might do to me still and for some godforsaken reason, don't ask me why, I'm worried what he'll do to you. Whatever he's planning for you I'm really sure it's going to hurt. Not that you don't deserve it but if he does, Karen and Todd could suffer from what he does to you."

Julie's last statement got his attention but from her comments before it I also knew why she hadn't told Julie about the divorce papers and having George sued. I couldn't understand how Julie could still talk to him. Me ... I just wanted to fucking kill him. 

She resumed, "I'm positive he was at work the whole time when you were attacked. I phoned him on his office phone about the time you were hurt. He had no way of knowing you were at the Booze Barn anyway. In any case he wasn't well at the time and had severe chest pains. 

Karen and I thought he was having problems with his heart. He should've been in hospital. He still won't go for a check-up! If it's his heart, I'm really worried now that what we've done could kill him! Besides, from what James told me I know now if it was him who did it you would have been in hospital."

Looking worried he asked, "Still, it all seems so unfair. What do you think he'll do to me?"

Julie just shrugged her shoulders and shook her head as Karen reappeared in the room. As they all returned to drinking their coffee, I could see Karen was still quite upset and her eyes were still misty. 

She looked at Julie and asked, "Julie, George only told me today that he didn't get much work this week. We really appreciate you and James helping us out last week and we'll get it all back to you as soon as we can. 

I made George bring me around to talk to James to find out why he wasn't getting work all of a sudden and I needed to find out what's happening. It's all seemed so promising for the past month. You know how everything's been so perfect for all of us and suddenly everything's falling apart for the past week!" 

There was silence for a few minutes then Karen continued, "George told me that when he has tried to contact James, his calls always go to his message service and he doesn't return them. His staff just say that they've no idea why George is getting so little work. Julie, can't you please help us and talk to James? 

I'll have to go back on the pill and somehow find a job. It'll mean I'll have to forget about any more babies if this keeps up and I'm almost too old to have any more now. If things get too bad we'll have to sell up and move away. Please Julie? We're supposed to be his friends so why would James go out when we arrived just before? 

I saw him mowing as we pulled up; he looked up and I know he saw us. Last Monday night we sat here waiting for him to come home so we could talk to him. I wanted to thank him again for helping us out but he didn't show up. Has he said anything to you at all?" 

Karen went on to ask Julie if she was going to be coming over during the week again but Julie said she had some things happening and couldn't make it. Karen seemed saddened by her answer as they'd been meeting at her house for lunch one day every week for over a year; even before our joint holiday. The rest of the time waiting was just spent in idle chit chat.

I stayed away until after they went home and Julie said nothing when I arrived back; only that Karen and George had waited as long as they could to see me. She didn't ask why I'd disappeared; she didn't need to. 

Maybe I seemed like a wimp not facing him but I wasn't ready and in any case I was likely to punch the living crap out of him and end up in jail if I did. I was going have to do something to him again soon before I snapped. I'd have to be more careful next time as he'd now been told that I knew what he'd done.

Monday morning provided a surprise for me as Karen showed up unexpectedly at my office. She was my good friend and I couldn't refuse to see her as she'd done nothing wrong except marry an arsehole. She was a beautiful looking woman and I liked her a lot and she knew it. 

She'd caught me looking at her from time to time; in fact I'm quite ashamed to admit I looked at her more than I should've when we'd been on holidays together and she still seemed to always enjoy my watching her. Even at cricket or social occasions she always sat next to me when she could. At first I worried about Julie's reaction but I soon found out she encouraged it. 

In fact it had been Karen who talked Julie into going topless with her when she did it at the beach as we all sat together; it was a first time for both of them and I was actually quite surprised Julie had agreed so easily. It must have been the combination of the wine and the hot sun that lowered their inhibitions to start with. 

Karen seemed to accept my looking as compliments then flirted shamelessly with me afterwards. Looking and talking was a far cry from touching and fucking. There'd been so many occasions over the past year when the chemistry was there as well as the opportunity but I loved Julie too much to even consider the prize on offer. Besides, we were both married.

As soon as she entered my office, Karen closed the door and sat down. She didn't look at me as she gazed down at her small hands in her lap. I could see her hands were white from her squeezing them; she was obviously worried about something. 

Given the situation we were all in, I was under no illusion what her problem may have been. I just watched her quietly and admired the striking woman in front of me as I waited for her to say what she wanted to talk about. 

All was quiet so to break the ice I asked her if she'd like a tea or coffee but she just shook her head slowly from side to side. She bit her bottom lip as she gathered the courage she obviously needed then looked up at me and started to speak, "James, I've missed seeing you and we both know that we always thoroughly enjoy each other's company." 

It really hadn't been that long; just over a week but I just nodded my head and muttered something meaningless in agreement. 

She went on to say, "Something has gone terribly wrong. It shouldn't be like this. At church yesterday, I heard that you've had divorce papers prepared and they're ready to be served on Julie for adultery. Is this right?" 

At this point I knew I'd finally better talk to my lawyer about the rumours coming from a certain admin assistant in his office then I just nodded my head again. 

"This, together with your disappearance on Saturday and the lack of work George has been getting over the past week makes me think you know something. George has always been smitten by Julie's great looks but never in my wildest dreams ever thought this would end up in a divorce. James, all of a sudden what makes you suddenly think they've been fucking? Do you have any proof? She said you did! Did George being attacked last week have anything to do with it?" 

I didn't want to hurt Karen but my slowness in responding while I tried to think about a suitable reply actually answered her question. 

"Oh no! You do have proof don't you? I didn't sleep at all last night praying what I was told about the divorce wasn't true. But I don't understand; you still gave me the $1000. Please don't divorce Julie. She loves you so much it's sickening at times when she talks about how she feels about you; even this past week while she was crying all the time. 

She's told me nothing. Is that why she's been crying; she knows you found out and have had divorce papers prepared? I've always wanted my marriage to be as strong as yours and now this. 

She's forever telling me how passionate you are in bed and you're the only man she loves. Trust me I'm so envious because that's the complete opposite of George. Do you know how long they've been doing it? When did you catch them? 

I explained, "It was two Saturdays ago at cricket. It was then; when they went to make our lunches. Karen, I trusted him. You have no idea how hard it was to watch it all to convince myself that they'd actually fucked. I couldn't believe it at first!" 

Karen stayed deep in thought for a moment then asked, "So you must've somehow found out that day? You didn't look well and your chest was hurting wasn't it? I remember Julie rang me late that night to ask what she should do because it was still troubling you. 

James, I wish you'd told me when you found out. Maybe we could have sorted everything out at the time without all this pain and anguish. You're such a softy; I bet your chest was hurting because you were upset; wasn't it James? Is that why you've refused to have sex with her since then?"

It was good to finally be able to talk to someone about what had happened and I answered, "Karen, I'm sure she only wanted to give me a mercy fuck Saturday night just to ease her guilty conscience. Things between us are different now." 

Karen immediately jumped to Julie's defence; her voice was raised and she spoke a little faster to push her point across, "She'd never dream of ever giving you a mercy fuck; ever! How could you even have thought that? I'll never understand you men and you certainly don't understand us! 

You were so wrong and you shouldn't have worried about that. She loves you so much and she'd never leave you for anyone! So tell me, how did you find out about them?"

In her next breath she quietened and pleaded, "James, please don't divorce her."

I was astounded that Karen took it so much better than I thought she would and unexpectedly only really seemed concerned about our possible divorce and surprisingly not about George fucking Julie. She must have really loved Julie as a close friend to have forgiven her like that. 

I wondered for a very brief moment if she'd already known but I felt sure she hadn't from what she'd said and as well both Julie and George had stopped talking about the impending divorce and my suing him when she'd come back into the room on Saturday when they'd come to visit.

I replied, "I saw something on my IPhone but I said nothing. When I got home I confirmed what they'd done from my security system I told you about; it's all on DVD now. As much as I love her there is no way in this world I'll be their willing cuckold."

"Oh my god! You poor thing! Come to think of it now I did notice a big difference in you at the time. That explains everything; your change in mood and your chest hurting. We thought it was your work causing it. I can see you're not very happy now that you've found out but maybe I can make up for what's happened so you can forgive them? 

One day soon hopefully when we've evened the score you might forget what they've done and we can all be good friends again. I've seen you looking at me and I know you like what you see. I've felt your hands on me; I want you to fuck me to make up for it. No, that's not quite right; I want you to make passionate love to me like you do with Julie. Maybe we might be able to work out some sort of permanent arrangement; for all of us?" 

Karen stood up and unbuttoned her blouse. Before I could get up and get around to her to stop her she'd unclipped her bra and I saw her amazing breasts again. They looked so different away from the beach. She was stunning; actually she was eye-catching anytime. 

I reached her as fast as I could and did up her bra then buttoned up her blouse. In my fumbling I'd touched her breasts; it might have been deliberate but I felt like a teenager touching breasts for the first time and wished I'd taken my time and touched them again... and again and again; but that was as far as I would have gone. 

I was confused. Why did I like Karen so much? I sat her back in her seat and returned to mine kicking myself for doing up her clothes and wishing I could still see her perfect breasts. I was so mesmerized by seeing her boobs it took a while to sink what she'd just finished saying before she started undressing. 

It hit me like the timber I'd used on George. Surely she couldn't be serious. Maybe her offering herself to me was an aggrieved partner's solution. I certainly didn't feel the same so maybe it was a woman's response; a solution from a cheated wife. 

I was momentarily lost for words at her outrageous proposal then answered, "Karen, I know you care about what's going to happen to Julie. But if I'm right and I've understood what I think you're suggesting then it'll never happen. If we don't divorce there's no way in the world I'd ever share my wife with another man; particularly George after what he's done. 

I can't believe you'd even suggest it! Believe me, there'll be a lot of blood spilt if he even looks at her again let alone touches her. Now that you know what's happened and how I feel he's not welcome in my house again. I've only tolerated him since I found out so that you didn't get hurt. He's only working with me now because of you.

I know you're probably as angry now at George as I am and you want to help Julie the only way you can. I'm sure you just didn't come here to offer yourself to me to just to save my marriage." 

Karen lowered her head as she answered, "James, forget about swapping; that was just ... I don't know. Just please make love to me to get even or to make you feel better and not divorce Julie; please James?"

I already knew from watching her talk to Julie on Saturday what else she wanted. As I stood looking at her she burst into tears then said, "James, Julie obviously hasn't told you? Maybe you two aren't talking so much anymore. I thought you seemed a little distant the night George was attacked and now I know why you didn't say much. That wasn't you by the way was it? You didn't answer before." 

I shook my head thinking that she might have already decided it was me as she'd only just asked me a few minutes before so I answered, "Karen, if it was me he would've still been in hospital. I've deliberately stayed away from him because I know what I'll do to him. I'll never ever forgive him for having sex with Julie. To tell you the truth I hope he dies a really painful death!"

Karen looked back at me with a shocked expression as she must have realized how angry I was and knew I meant what I said.

I continued, "It must've been karma. He must've just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was here at work and I had no way of knowing he was at the Booze Barn. Besides I felt so unwell at the time, remember?"

She continued, "You were his best friend; I shouldn't have asked. George and I will have to work some things out but we love each other and after everything has settled I won't be divorcing him. James, I really want to have two more children to feel complete. 




Karma Ch. 02



If that husband of mine doesn't get work this week we'll probably have to sell the house soon and move away and I'll never have the children I so desperately want. You're the only person I know who can help me. George has told me that no one else will employ him. If we move it will have to be interstate and I couldn't stand to lose Julie or you as my friends. 

Please don't stop us seeing each other because of George if you don't divorce. You know, things were really difficult for us for such a long time before you gave George a chance. Now everything's all fucked up just as he's gone full-time." 

I couldn't help myself as my answer portrayed my bitterness towards her husband, "And look how he thanks me! What an arsehole he turned out to be!"

Karen bit her bottom lip as she listened quietly to what I said. I could see she was thinking about something.

I didn't want to lose Karen as a friend. I liked her so much and always thoroughly enjoyed our conversations. Most importantly, I didn't want her moving away either. I couldn't understand why she still wanted his babies but it wasn't my place to ask why.

I knew they'd been experiencing severe financial problems because of George's failed business and that's why I'd offered him part-time contract work originally to help prop his business up. He'd done a surprisingly good job so more recently as his business kept slipping I offered him work as a full-time contractor.

I responded, "You're trying to get pregnant and you were prepared to let me make love to you to save my marriage?" 

She answered, "James, you must know I've always had fantasies about you ... about us. I go weak at the knees when I catch you watching me. Whenever you massage me I want to feel your hands all over me. I love your touching me. You know, I suppose you could use a condom?" 

My answer was quick, "He didn't! Do you want to see the DVD? I've got one here; I can show you now! Do you want to see his cum dribbling out of her? I didn't hear him asking her before he fucked her if she was on the pill or if she'd like him to use a condom." 

I immediately regretted saying it; it was a bit harsh.

She licked her dry lips and squeezed her hands tightly again then answered, "I can imagine how it all must look to you. Maybe when it all settles down again you might feel differently. The whole thing has really hurt you hasn't it? Okay, if it'll help everything get back to normal then, no condom; that's easy. 

You know it would destroy George if he found out somehow and knew we were going to do it or had done it without a condom while we were trying to have a baby. I'd even agree to let you fuck me whenever you wanted to from now on if you'd like to make up for all that's happened. 

I know he'd hate the thought of you fucking me bareback all the time as well but he did it to Julie. It would be only fair if he found out. Maybe it would be your baby I have. In a way I think I'd like that." 

I didn't want to be disturbed so I walked to the door. After I locked it I returned to her and lifted her to her feet. As I gently put one arm around her waist and raised her face using my other hand I think she expected I was going to fuck her there and then on my desk or couch. It would have been the fulfilment of my fantasies. But fantasies are just that and not reality. I would never cheat on Julie.

Karen closed her eyes believing I was going to kiss her on her lips but I just lightly brushed my lips on her cheek. She smelled so nice and felt so good in my arms, it was hard to stop but I just stood there probably far too long just holding her. When I closed my eyes I could feel her breasts rising each time she breathed in heavily in anticipation of being fucked. 

If I fucked her I knew in my heart I'd be as bad as George but my God, the temptation was there again. I'd made my feelings on cuckolding very clear to Julie a week ago and I wouldn't change. Julie had told me I should and now Karen had just asked me to fuck her and she'd let me fuck her whenever I wanted to for ongoing payback. 

I wondered if the women had already talked about it but I didn't want to hurt either Karen or Julie. Not fucking Karen would demonstrate to Julie how much I loved her and in my mind it would be the price I'd pay for telling George what I shouldn't have. Besides I knew wasn't right.

While I was holding Karen it came to me out of the blue. It was from what she'd just said to me that George would hate knowing I was going to fuck her bareback and to keep fucking her. I now knew what I was going to do; start fucking with George's mind. 

He had enough trouble dealing with other men seeing Karen on a beach in a bikini and became so jealous. How would he deal with my fucking his wife all the time and potentially getting her pregnant? 

I suspected the only reason he didn't complain at the beach when the wives went topless was because he could see Julie's breasts and if Karen covered hers again then so would Julie. From what Karen had said, I realized that just the thought that I was planning to seduce her and fuck her bareback like he'd done to Julie would be enough demoralize him completely; he wouldn't be able to deal with it. 

I was sure then that if George thought I was going to be fucking her regularly in retaliation it would give him more pain than a lump of timber could ever do. He only had to think it for it to hurt him and I wouldn't really be doing it; in my mind it wasn't the same thing, it was karma.

When Karen opened her eyes I picked her up and placed her on the edge of my desk just like George had done to Julie then I put my finger on her lips for her to be quiet. I picked up the phone and dialled. When it was answered I said, "Send George back to work. I'll come down and see you later this morning to discuss it in greater detail. Yes, I know it's sooner than we expected. Thanks." 

And I hung up. It was in my interest to keep him very busy now.

Karen looked at me questioningly and I responded, "Karen, I watched you via my security system crying as you talked to Julie on Saturday and decided then I could never hurt you; you are probably my best friend now. I never want to change that or take advantage of you. 

I love having you near me as a close friend. Karen, your visit never happened and as much as I've always fantasised about you as well, I love Julie. Say nothing to George and I'll keep him busy and I promise that you can have your two babies. He might be an arsehole but he does a good job but he will pay for what he's done." 

This time she took my face in her hands and kissed me full on the lips. When she pulled back she said, "If ever the opportunity arrives I'm going to finally make love to you. It's funny you know, on our holiday together last year I kept wishing we could swap partners for a night or two and maybe even make it a regular thing.

To be honest James, if I'd known George wanted Julie so much at the time I would've suggested it then and we all could've realized our fantasies without anyone being hurt the way you have been. After what's happened I don't think from the way you're feeling now that what I just spoke of will ever come about. 

It's so strange in a way that after so many years of us being so close that we never ... you know ... swapped. For some reason it never occurred to me you'd react the way you did after what's happened and have divorce papers prepared for Julie. I thought ... never mind." 

I was curious what she was about to say and asked, "Karen, what were you thinking? It's important to me as of at this moment you're the only person I can trust."

She thought for a moment then answered, "Before, you told me how you felt and the bitterness you hold for George now, I honestly thought you would've forgiven Julie and even been keen to even the score to make up for what they've done. I've really misjudged how you'd react. I never expected any of it."

I replied, "Karen, I thought you would've known me better; I'll never swap or swing or even cuckold another husband. But listen, I only told you about them doing it once but you want to make it a regular thing with me as payback. Why?"

She bit her lip and answered, "Oh I'm sorry. I thought you had proof they had been fucking for quite a while."

I countered, "Karen, do you know something I don't?"

She replied very quickly, "No! No! Oh god no! Certainly not! I'm not sure why I would've even thought that let alone said it. But my offer is still there if you want to consider it."

Then she kissed me again and slipped her tongue into my mouth before I could stop her. 

I didn't protest and when she finally pulled away I smiled and replied, "Karen, if I can save my marriage it would be so hypercritical if I accepted your offer but I'll remind you of your suggestion from time to time because it meant a lot to me." 

I didn't tell Karen that Julie had said I could fuck her to 'make us even' as I picked her up off my desk. As I placed her back on the floor I said, "Don't worry, George has been sent back to work by now and you can have your babies. You have no idea how difficult it's going to be for me to keep George employed after what he's done. Karen ... I'm only doing this for you. You're my friend.

You need to understand that he'll be terribly busy from now on so you'll have to almost rape him as he walks through the door when he gets home at night or in the morning before he leaves for work. You should send Todd over to see the twins and have dinner with us when you feel the urge. You better go before I change my mind about your idea. It was extremely tempting." 

Karen giggled as she turned to leave I couldn't resist it and tapped her lightly on the arse and said, "Has anyone told you that you have the most fantastic breasts and great looking arse. My guess you'd be 35:24:36, and a C cup." 

She went red and just nodded while she muttered something about she'd be happy to wait around a bit longer if it would help change my mind about her proposition. 

I continued, "If George hadn't done what he did and I could still trust him we could've all gone on a holiday together again; like a quiet beach somewhere." I knew nothing would have happened but we could still tease each other. It was the first time I'd smiled for over a week.

She turned and grinned as she said, "I would've loved that. Hey, how did you know my measurements James? Now you've got me wondering why you'd even want to know them. Say, if George is too tired and I can't get pregnant maybe you'd help me out....please?" 

As Karen left my office she blew me a kiss and gave me a little wave. She was a tease and a lot of fun to be around; even at times like this but there are some things in life you just don't share or do.

After Karen had gone I sat and thought about what she'd just said to me and I had this nagging feeling that just wouldn't settle.

Thanks to Karen I now had a plan that I was positive would hurt George and humiliate him to make him regret his actions. 

Early Wednesday afternoon, I watched Julie move about the house with a huge grin on her face and a spring in her step; she obviously had pleasing results from the doctor already and I checked the phone log to make sure he'd rung then listened to the recording of their conversation; I'd been in a meeting all morning that I couldn't avoid. 

She was smiling and I watched her pick up the phone a few times then hang up before she finished dialling; she'd had some good news and obviously wanted to tell me but had apparently decided to surprise me instead. 

I'd spent a lot of time soul searching and thinking about how I'd unknowingly and stupidly betrayed her trust and I knew deep down that Julie would never willingly betray me; never wantonly betray our wedding vows. Karen had confirmed it when she told me I was the only man Julie loved. 

What George had done had caused double the pain; not only had he fucked her but I'd given him the tools to do it. If I hadn't told him what he needed to know, he wouldn't have been able to seduce her. I realized how much I loved her and I'd have to learn to deal with what I had done.

I was disappointed in myself for hurting her so much so I thought I'd make her day a lot better and arranged a big bunch of flowers to be sent to her with a message just saying, "No divorce. I love you." I paid extra for an urgent delivery. 

When the flowers arrived Julie jumped around for a bit after she read the message then she picked up our wedding photo from next to the television and held it to her breasts for a few minutes then ran to the bathroom; to shave again I hoped. Karen hadn't lied; Julie really did love me. 

Of course I was still badly hurt that it had happened but this was the woman I loved more than anything. Maybe I still had some trust issues but I'd never expose her to that risk again. I told my secretary I'd most likely be in late the next day. 

Sadly, I had clients arriving so I couldn't even race home to be with her. I was over my anger at Julie; I thought she'd suffered enough. 

Arriving home that evening, I was greeted at the door as I came in from the garage by a naked wife. I was barely able to say, "The kids?" 

She responded, "They're at Karen's. George is working a little late again." 

It was good to know that George was already struggling with the increased workload. 

"James, Karen was here when the doctor phoned. He thought I'd want to know as soon as he knew then he said he'd mail me a letter. I felt so guilty I told her everything about what's been happening here and even about the letter you wanted from our doctor. 

I told her she has to sleep with you so that I can forgive myself. I hope you don't mind. She's my best friend and deserves no less. You didn't answer or even say no the other night so I thought deep down you might want to finally make love to her. 

Even though she didn't say anything either I know she wants you as well. As soon as I said it to her I could see it in her eyes and her smile that she wanted to do it for me. James, it's only fair and I want you two to do as often as you both want to so that I can live with what I've done. I've got so much to make up to you.

She'd gone home before the flowers arrived. When I phoned and told her about the flowers you sent she offered to have the kids for dinner to catch up with Todd and they'll sleep there tonight so we could be alone. Then she told me you'd already knocked her back when she went in to see you on Monday and you discussed what had happened. Did she offer to sleep with you then?" 

I was so happy that Julie knew I had declined to fuck Karen; she must have trusted me even more with her best friend even though we always seemed so close. I didn't want the conversation to continue any further in that direction so I asked, "What about the doctor's report?"

"Clean as a whistle. I was so lucky. But it was so embarrassing telling him I had fucked someone else," she answered quietly. 

I was sure she was still ashamed and humiliated from having to ask for the tests. She gave me a small blue tablet and a glass of water and told me to take it. 

I recognised it straight away but pleaded ignorance so I asked what it was and she just said, "Trust me; just vitamins to help you tonight." 

Next thing I knew she was pulling on my arm dragging me towards the bedroom.

By the time we entered the bedroom I was naked and hard and ready for her. Julie pushed me back onto the bed and immediately swallowed my hard cock. I certainly didn't complain as she demonstrated her skill at deep throat; she'd been practicing on me for the past few months and getting better at it every time. I felt so lucky as it was something else she had only started to do recently.

It had been a long week made much longer by sleeping next to a naked woman. I didn't know how long I'd last if she kept it up so I pulled her off my cock and towards my face until my cock was lined up with her smooth pussy. 

Julie took the hint and grabbed my cock and fed it into her cunt and started riding me cowboy style, very slowly at first as if savouring every inch impaled deep in her. I was so happy now that it was her favourite position.

I reached up and held her firm breasts then started to roll and pull on her hard sensitive nipples. Her hard nipples never failed to gain my attention and I knew she found it such a turn on when I touched them. I thought about stories I'd read somewhere about wives who have their nipples pierced to keep them hard all the time for their husbands. 

The thought crossed my mind ever so briefly how sexy she might look with them and that I could ask her have them pierced as part of our reconciliation; she'd probably do it if I said something to her now. I think my cock went harder still as I imagined her with gold rings through her nipples and joined by a fine gold chain. What the heck had I been reading?

My mind then went into overdrive as a pictured her with a bar through her clit to keep her in a high state of arousal all the time; just for me for when I came home every night or even at lunch. Maybe I should just stick with the financial section of the newspaper in future. Thinking about it, perhaps I could start her with a belly button bar to see if we liked that first. 

Julie kept riding me and I was surprised I lasted as long as I did. Deep down I knew she was trying hard to make up for her infidelity. I could feel her muscles in her pussy tightening around my cock in time with her movement and I knew I couldn't last much longer; I didn't want to anyway. 

At least I lasted until Julie orgasmed then I filled her with cum. She'd always loved the feel of it splashing into her and she orgasmed even harder again. I waited until she collapsed on my chest and then we kissed passionately. 

While we caressed and held each other I didn't fail to notice my cock was still hard thanks to her earlier little gift of 'vitamins'. As I rolled her off I listened to her complaining she wanted my cock to stay in her but then I positioned her on her hands and knees and leaned over her and started playing with her sensitive nipples again.

I could feel my hard cock next to her entrance and with my left hand fed it into her swollen and very sloppy pussy. I heard her moan as I slid into her only stopping when I was hard up against her then I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her like I knew she loved it sometimes lately. It didn't take long and she half buried her face in her pillow and started to scream as she orgasmed again and again. 

I'm told that Viagra can sometimes be so over-rated, but not tonight as I stayed as hard as a rock as I kept pumping my cock into my loving wife until I came again but then surprised myself and just kept going like the Energizer Bunny. 

I smiled as I thought about the Energizer Bunny in an ad on television going for all he was worth making his floppy eared little wife scream as she orgasmed continuously like Julie was now. Then I wondered if rabbits ever orgasmed?

I was glad we were on her side of the bed as there was a large wet spot there now after she'd orgasmed hard the last time. As she collapsed, my still hard cock slipped from her so I rolled her over and I stayed on my knees then as I moved between her smooth legs I lifted them until I slipped into her gaping pussy again. 

I watched her eyes roll back and her mouth open while she played with her own breasts and nipples as she obviously enjoyed the sensation of my cock being back in her pussy again. I could see her face full of lust as I gently rocked backwards and forwards in and out of her as she was building up to another orgasm again. Julie started to pull another pillow across her face before she orgasmed again but she didn't quite make it and the pillow only covered her eyes. This time she screamed again loud enough for the neighbours to hear. 




Karma Ch. 02



I heard Issy, our next door neighbour calling out, "Good onya Julie! Go for it!" 

It sounded like she'd had a few wines again.

Next time I mowed the grass I knew I was going to cop heaps of teasing from the pretty widow next door. 

We kept making passionate love to each other for who knows how long. We had so many long nights to make up for. I was surprised Julie wanted to be fucked so much but as long as the Viagra was doing its job I was doing mine. I was amazed how adventurous she'd become and I knew it must have been her way of making everything up to me. 

I used to think I knew the few positions she always wanted to use unless she was tipsy. I didn't even know where she'd learnt the things she tried; we'd never done them before so I assumed it was from the net or maybe talking with Karen. Usually she was happy to cum a few times then snuggle up for the rest of the night. 

We were both exhausted and sadly I knew this could be my last time tonight but I wanted to watch her cum and feel her orgasm again and again so I maintained my slow movement in her as she kept cuming. I could still feel her muscles tightening on my cock as I pumped what little cum I had left into her. 

I was just as drained as she was and as I fell forward we rolled onto our sides and kept holding each other tightly. Neither of us said anything as we looked into each other's eyes knowing how close we'd come to losing everything.

Before I drifted off to sleep I wondered what had happened to our perfect life. I needed to confront the bastard who'd taken advantage of Julie and in the process had abused and destroyed our friendship. I was looking forward to giving him some lasting pain. 

There was another home game on Saturday and Julie and I sat under the large shady ghost gum tree at the picnic table we usually claimed. I sort of hoped that Karen and George would sit elsewhere when they arrived; certainly George anyway but I was out of luck as Karen was obviously keen to talk with Julie again about anything and he wasn't far behind. 

It would bring things to a head. The choice of time and place was no longer mine and I would have to finally deal with that shithead and try to make his life an endless misery; discretely of course. The thought of finally removing that "I've fucked your wife" smile from his face forever was well worth letting him sit near us and saying nothing until we were alone. 

I would have preferred somewhere a little more private; that was my plan but public was good in case he attacked me and I had to "defend" myself and put him in hospital. In fact I wished he would take a swing at me and I'd let it connect then I'd hurt him.

Karen gave me the cheekiest grin when Julie moved over a little so she could sit down between us. At least George brought a collapsible camping chair so he could sit 'closer to the game' to watch Todd. After an hour or so, the women told us they needed to go to the ladies and left us alone. 

I wasn't sure but somehow the two wives seemed much closer now than ever after what had happened. They seemed even more loving than sisters or even just very close friends who'd come through a very difficult time. 

It gets scary when wives get so close particularly after the recent events. I still couldn't work out why they were still good friends after Karen found out George had fucked Julie and listening to what they were saying would give me a clue so I'd stayed near them. 

In my peripheral vision I could see George turning my way all the time between his sips of beer. He actually looked worried and the beer he was drinking was to give him courage for what lay ahead.

Once or twice he tried to make conversation but he only received grunts in response from me. He must have known he wasn't welcome there but he obviously had a thick hide and stayed anyway. I needed to wait for the right moment to deliver my planned revenge.

Finally he moved his chair close to me so he didn't have to speak loudly and the other spectators around wouldn't hear. He very quietly said, "James, we need to talk. Could we work through this somehow? I can't undo what's happened; what's done is done. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I won't fight you because I know I'll lose and probably end up in hospital." 

The time was right. I'll give him credit; he'd guessed how much I hated him now. I couldn't believe that he hoped I could overlook his cuckolding me and he could mend what he had broken; fat chance of that. I think he now realized fucking my wife had cost him our friendship; he had no idea what was coming.

At one point I thought of sacking him and ruining his reputation so he wouldn't get any more work but that would only hurt Karen and Todd and I'd promised Karen I'd keep him working so she could have her babies. He could've looked for work elsewhere but he would've left without a reference. 

I'd already been informed he'd made some off-the-record enquiries and been told that he wasn't needed so now he was mine to fuck over if he was going to stay in town. I was sure Karen wasn't moving anywhere if she had her way. 

I turned my head slowly to look at him but said nothing. George lowered his eyes as I stared at him then as he dropped his head in shame he asked, "Julie told me you know. When did you find out?" 

My response was quick, "The day you drove Julie home to make everyone's lunches. Do you remember it? I do. In fact I can remember she told you that fucking you had been the biggest mistake of her life. Well George; guess what? Fucking my wife is going to be the biggest mistake of your life as well!" 

He cringed then asked, "What are you going to do?" 

Making him want to worry, I didn't tell him Karen already knew and had already offered her body to me. I'd never fuck her though; but he'd never know that. 

I waited a moment before I answered. I had plans for him that included a lot of sleepless nights away from his wife.

So I lied and who cares so long as I was fucking with his mind and I wanted him to hurt. "I might let Karen know, depending on what happens. If I do, I'll be showing her the DVD you thought you'd destroyed that Monday night when I was at work. My lawyers already had a copy; you were wasting your time. I've even got a DVD of you trying to destroy the evidence." 

While I had spoken he'd been looking at me like I'd said something strange. His eyes widened then he said questioningly, "I don't understand where you're coming from. Haven't you been fucking Karen since we went on holidays last year? I only fucked Julie to even everything up!"

I couldn't believe he would make up shit like that to cover his arse. I replied, "I've never fucked Karen! I'd never have betrayed our friendship like you've done to me. We were friends. All I've ever done is massage her shoulders; that's all, and you were there most of the time when I have and if you weren't, Julie was. I can't believe you could've honestly thought I would've fucked her!" 

I continued, "Surely you thought about the consequences if ever you took advantage of Julie? You've really fucked up everything haven't you George? You were my closest friend; someone I could trust with my family if ever the need was there. What you did was unforgivable and your need to fuck Julie is going to cost you dearly George. 

You're only working now because Julie and Karen both begged me to make sure you had plenty of work after things went quiet for you the week after you got hurt. I was going to get rid of you and destroy your reputation as a contractor so you'd never get work in our industry or state again." 

He eyes gave his fear away as he responded, "But you're my friend! I never thought it would turn out like this. It was never supposed to. Surely you wouldn't hurt Karen or Todd for what happened would you? That was you that night wasn't it? You don't have to answer but now I know why it happened. I wondered if it was you." 

I responded, "George, I can't tell you how pleased I was that you'd been attacked and hurt after you fucked Julie. I'll leave you wondering if it was me or not. In my mind everything that happened to you was justified it so I won't admit it or deny it. I'll just say you deserved it. Call it karma." 

Strangely his saying he thought it was me who had bashed him gave me a high degree of satisfaction. It gave value to what I'd done. Now he knew why he was assaulted and he'd always wonder if it was worth it if he tried again.

"Do you think I can forgive and forget so easily George? The only reason you still contract for my company is that I like Karen and Todd and don't want to see them hurt, unlike you. In fact, I like Karen a lot and Julie knows it; so much so that to even things out she suggested I fuck Karen to make us even, with your knowledge and support of course I'll cuckold you some time very soon; and then we'll be a little closer to being even. 

Who knows, she might enjoy it and keep coming back for more like you already thought she was. Isn't that a great idea? I think the girls might be organizing it as they've never seemed closer; what do you think? Maybe Julie has told Karen already and she wants to fuck me so we're all even?" 

He sat in stunned silence then responded, "But Karen is off the pill now because we wanted another child. You can't fuck her now! Not now! You might make her pregnant if you do. I know for a fact she wouldn't let you."

He was silent in thought for a minute then he added, "James, I know I can't stop you trying and I realize you both already get on so well together. Will we be swapping if ..."

He didn't get a chance to finish as I stopped him when I spat out "You fucking heap of shit! Are you stupid or something? In any case do you think Julie will ever let you touch her again?" 

I couldn't believe he could be so thick. He just gave me that look again then lowered his eyes and nodded his head. 

I suspected he knew he was lost as he suggested almost pleadingly, "Maybe until she's pregnant you could use a condom; I could accept it. God knows I have really thought you've been fucking her all this time; so what's the difference. I could live with it if you used a condom and you didn't cum in her till then." 

"Sorry, that wouldn't be fair now would it George. You deliberately fucked Julie bareback and if I did use a condom it wouldn't make us even, so guess what? And George, it's not like you have any choice now is it? Besides it'd be nice to know I have your moral support just to sort of make things even. I'd hate to do it behind your back so that you were clueless.

I tell you what George, you stay away overnight sometime or come home really late one night from a long day at work real soon and I'll take that as a sign you want me to fuck Karen that night and we'll have her and Todd over for dinner and I'll finally seduce her. Maybe I might even keep fucking her ...ummm...let's call it interest. This time you'll know it's real and not just something you thought happened.

Don't forget, you told me where her erogenous zones are as well. I'll take your lead and give her a few too many wines and then maybe a soak in the hot tub to get her mellow then a few strokes on her kidneys while she's in there naked with us and she'll be begging me to fuck her. She won't be able to stop herself. 

It'll be just like you did with my Julie. What do you reckon? I did mention that Julie keeps begging me to fuck your wife didn't I? I think I might have told you that already. I'm sure that Julie must hate you so much now. This is going to be so easy to fuck Karen thanks to you George. 

Wouldn't you like to raise my child as well? I might even get lucky and get a threesome if I can talk Julie into it now that they seem so close. Actually that's not such a bad idea; I think the two of them might love it." 

I'd said something that seemed to get his attention again. Maybe it was the thought of my having a threesome; perhaps I was on a winner. Now I was rubbing salt into his wounds and all he had to do was accept in his mind that I was going to fuck his wife bareback and she could get pregnant. I knew it would eat away at him twenty-four seven. 

I was bewildered that George had thought I'd been fucking Karen for so long and he'd accepted it like a willing cuckold. I couldn't understand how he could've lived with himself knowing...well, thinking that I was fucking his wife and he'd done nothing about it. I wondered if he was one of those men who got off knowing his wife had a lover ... the thought made my skin crawl.

But then I thought about it and he had eventually done something; he'd fucked Julie just the once to make up for all the times he thought I'd fucked Karen. I must have caught him in time before he tried it again. I wondered if Julie had thought I was fucking Karen as well when it happened.

"George, if I ever find out you have even been around Julie again when she's by herself or you get her drunk I'll personally cut your balls and cock off and shove them down your throat. You do understand that George don't you? And George, if you even look sideways at my daughter again I'll kick you in the groin so hard your cock will be hanging out of your mouth." 

He hung his head even further as he was now aware I knew he'd been perving at my eighteen year old daughter as well. I knew her wearing that tiny bikini on the beach and in the pool in front of all of us hadn't helped and I had suspected she may even have gone topless as well with her mother and Karen. I could see he finally got up the courage to say something else. 

He started, "James, if what you say is true and you've never fucked Karen, I now know what I've done with Julie was really wrong. I honestly believed you were already fucking her. Everything I did seemed fair at the time based on what I sure was happening. There's no excuse for it now but it's not like you think. You really don't know. Karen and ..." and he stopped as the wives suddenly returned with some lunch from the café; then the kids joined us during their lunch break. 

Whatever he was going to say he either didn't want Karen to hear or maybe Karen to know he'd told me. George didn't talk again that afternoon as Karen stayed beside us; he never finished what he started to say. I didn't want to talk to him anymore; not just yet anyway. 

At the time I really wasn't interested. I was too busy gloating over my triumph. Maybe after he got Karen pregnant I might start him wondering about whose baby it was. That would keep his mind busy and give him pain until the baby was born and he could organize a DNA test.

As we watched the game for the remainder of the day I could see him deep in thought; he was clearly troubled and very unhappy as Karen sat near us and the three of us swapped jokes. He couldn't stop watching when she asked me to massage her shoulders. He'd never know I didn't need or want to fuck Karen; I had Julie. He called her a few times but she just waved to him in return.

He kept shaking his head from side to side and had that look on his face again. I hoped what I'd told him was already starting to take effect. I briefly wondered if I should have him finish what he started to tell me but I'd listened to him long enough. As far as I was concerned he was full of shit! How could he have possibly have thought I'd been fucking his wife? I'd done or said nothing to make him think I was. 

I realized what I had planned for him no longer had the same impact if he was already under the belief I'd been fucking Karen for the past twelve months. Even though I denied that I had then told him I would start now he was probably already used to the idea. I was sure it was only the thought I could get her pregnant that now had him worried. 

With the game over Julie and Karen had already walked to the carpark with the kids while I threw our rubbish in the nearby waste bin. George walked over to me as I was leaving. As he approached me he extended his right hand seeking reconciliation but I ignored it. After he dropped it slowly he said, "James, if it's worth anything now, I'm really sorry for what I've done to Julie and you. 

I've been thinking about what you said. You have to believe me; if I'd known you weren't fucking Karen I would never have touched Julie; honest! I've really fucked up haven't I? I ... I can't change what's happened but if there's anything I can ever do to somehow make it up to both of you please let me know. 

You must understand that I can never agree or be happy with you fucking Karen as revenge for what I've done. I don't even know why I accepted it before but now that I have a second chance I can honestly say I'll do everything in my power to stop you. If it means anything, I'll never tell anyone what I've done. No one will know. I'm too ashamed.

I can't blame you for how you feel about me. I don't feel happy about it myself. We were friends and I hope we will be again one day but I think I may have burnt that bridge. I had no reason to doubt that you and Karen were lovers at the time; you two were so close every time we got together. You were my friend and I should have realized you wouldn't have done it. If only I'd said something to you when I was first told you were."

He wanted to keep talking but I just shook my head slowly then turned and walked away and as far as I was concerned completely severing our damaged friendship. I could only think George was trying to blame his indiscretion on someone else. Now that he was going to try to stop me fucking Karen I knew the pain I wanted him to feel was achievable. 

Something didn't seem right though. I had missed something but I wasn't sure what. That nagging feeling was still there. At times it felt like I only heard half the story. I decided to corner him at work in the next few weeks to hear his whole story.

My staff followed my instructions and made life busy for George. Just to fuck with his mind I had them make appointments right out of town quite late in the afternoon a few days every week. Somehow he always managed to get home for dinner to keep me away from his beautiful wife. 

Nothing would be the same again.

End of Part 2



Karma Ch. 02



As in Chapter 01, all characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18. 

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Taking her father's semi-hard cock in her mouth after he finished fucked her, Keli tasted her own vaginal secretions as well as his rich salty cum coating the inside of her mouth, her pussy continuing to leak, her dad's jism flowing out of her like a slow-moving river. She reached back and spread her bald, wet, pussy lips while she sucked him, enjoying the feel of her slickness against her fingers as she bobbed her head up and down on his still-engorged cock.

Just as Keli began to get a nice rhythm going, his cock penetrating her mouth deeply, her dad pulled away, jerking his cock out of her mouth and stumbling away from her. 

"No no no no no Keli," her dad whispered urgently. "I'm going to hell. Oh my god. Go put on some clothes. We have to pretend this never happened." Her dad clumsily pulling up his boxer shorts as he spoke, his still-hard cock looking ridiculously large as he tried to cover it up. 

Keli watched her dad's breakdown with a wry smile. "But daddy, I wanted it to happen. I love you and I wanted you to be my first. Please don't ruin this beautiful experience for me." 

Tears formed in Keli's eyes as she spoke and she felt her lithe small body yearning to have her daddy back in her arms. Despite her pleas, her father was silent, only staring at her young breasts, the conflict evident from his posture.

Keli sat on the couch with her short, firm legs spread invitingly, her father's cum still dripping slowly out of her tight bald pussy. She was trying to entice him to come back to her but knew enough about male psychology to realize that her dad was going through the familiar post-orgasm phase where the single-minded focus that had led him to cross the ultimate boundary in the first place gave way to guilt and shame and general depression. Happily, she thought, that cycle would continue to evolve and he would be horny again in no time.

As her father beat a hasty retreat up the stairs into the sanctuary of the master bedroom, Keli vowed to find a way to make her father come back into her arms. She only needed to devise a plan.

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As it turned out, the plan was made for her. Keli's mom came home shortly after 6:00 pm that night and after changing into a soft, low-cut cotton nightgown joined her husband and daughter for dinner. As her mom padded down the stairs, Keli could see the swell of her mother's breasts pushing against the nightgown and remembered how soft and pleasant those same nipples had felt pressed against Keli's. 

The three of them sat in the dining room together and Keli's father, an accomplished chef, brought them slabs of BBQ ribs and coleslaw, and mashed potatoes with sweet corn. Keli enjoyed the food so much that she was beginning to get aroused again. 

"Food sex could be fun," she thought to herself, imagining plunging the rib bone between her pussy lips and coating her nearly bald pubis with the spicy sauce. 

She enjoyed watching her dad shuttle the food back and forth, his large cock pressing painfully against the shorts he was wearing, apparently without any underwear. She could see the outline of his tremendous cockhead pressed against the cotton fabric and wished more than anything that she could release him from what must be severe discomfort. 

His long hard shaft looked so beautiful to her, and she could feel the heat emanating from him every time he leaned over the table to serve her more food. Under the table, she touched herself as she imagined what he felt like inside her, his hard, steel cock plunging deeply into her bald wet pussy. 

Even as she fantasized, she vaguely heard her mother talking about a party invitation the family had received for the following night. Their next-door neighbors, the Koons, an attractive couple her parents' age with a high school or college-aged son (Keli couldn't remember which) had invited them over to dinner and drinks to celebrate Keli's spring break homecoming. 

Keli saw an opportunity. She knew that if she could seduce her father at their neighbors' house, she would have him forever as her lover. Rushing up to her room after dinner, Keli picked out a tight-fitting black dress with spaghetti straps that plunged deeply in the front, revealing her ample bosom and nearly exposing her large brown nipples. The short black dress barely covered her tiny ass and she decided that it was too small to allow her to wear panties, which she didn't mind, wanting to show off her voluptuous young body in any way she could. 

As she picked out the dress and tried it on, twirling gracefully in front of her full-length mirror, Keli thought about the Koon family and particularly their lecherous dad. Growing up, he had leered at her unabashedly whenever they happened to see each other, his eyes wandering up and down her body. 

She remembered the day she turned 18; it was a Saturday and she had decided to spend the day laying by the pool in her parents' back yard, her ample breasts spilling out of the tiny bikini she bought when she graduated from high school. It was so tight against her body that she decided to go topless, unstrapping the hooks from behind and letting her breasts spring free, soaking up the summer Texas sunshine. Her Brazilian-style panties rode snugly against her puffy bald pussy lips and cupped her tight little ass, giving her the sensation of being touched, and it wasn't long before she felt herself growing wet as she imagined what it would feel like to actually have sex with a man, to feel his long hard cock impaling her, filling her, splitting her open and making her cum. 

As she fantasized, Keli knew that anyone with a second-floor view could see her lithe young body laying prone on the deck chair, which made her feel even more excited. As she lay on her back with her bare breasts exposed she felt, more than saw, movement from the Koons' window. 

Whether father or son, she was not sure, but Keli knew that someone was watching her. Her first instinct was panic, thinking she should cover herself with a towel or put her bikini back on. After the panic subsided, however, Keli realized that exposing herself to an unknown set of eyes actually made her feel kind of excited. Stunned by this revelation and still wet from her fantasies, Keli arched her back in the air and cupped her tremendous breasts in both hands, running her fingers along her taught, hard nipples. Almost of their own accord, her legs slowly spread apart and Keli knew without thinking about it that somebody was jacking off their hard cock at the sight of her beautiful breasts and nearly bald pussy. 

Shamelessly, she slid her hands down her firm abdomen and let them both dip inside her bikini bottoms, caressing her pussy between her hands, letting her lips spread open to accept her fingers. 

As she touched herself she risked a glance upward, toward the Koon's bedroom window. Sure enough, she could see Mr. Koons pressing his face against the glass, his hand moving furiously on his respectable but not overly-large cock. Keli could see the lust in his eyes even at a distance, and she tickled her clit with two fingers as she looked up at Mr. Koons while she slowly slid her bikini bottoms down over her soft firm thighs. 

Now her pussy was fully exposed to him and she began playing with herself in earnest, her fingers rubbing up and down along the valley between her lips, her straight wrist causing additional friction against her mons as she fucked two fingers into her soft wet cunt. When she looked up again, Mr. Koons had disappeared but the bottom half of the master bedroom window was coated with a thick viscous layer of what could only be his cum. Keli had smiled to herself as she continued to thrum her throbbing wet pussy until she felt her own orgasm take over her body. 

Now, a year later, Keli knew that an invitation to the Koons' house represented a golden ticket to finally seduce her father and possibly put on an exquisite show. She could imagine the liquor that would flow as her parents exchanged small-talk with their neighbors. 

She knew that at least one of the men in the Koon family harbored a secret sexual fantasy about her and she was eager to give him a thrill, while exploring the possibility of another encounter with her daddy. She imagined dancing with him, feeling his enormous cock pressed against her belly as she swooned in his arms, letting her full breasts press hard against his chest, reminding him of the gifts she had to offer. 

As she stood in front of the mirror, Keli plunged a finger into her damp pussy thinking about her dad's cock, imagining his large girth penetrating her, filling her little pussy up and splitting her in two. She imagined taking him in front of a crowd of strangers; raising her skirt and positioning herself so that his hard and throbbing cock could slide deeply inside her tight wet pussy. She could feel him inside her, fucking her fast and deep while she pressed her voluptuous breasts against his firm hard body. 

After her waves of orgasms finally subsided, Keli carefully hung up the black dress and crawled into bed naked, her small and lithe young body pressing firmly against the soft cotton sheets, still crusted with her orgasm from the morning. 

Sleeping through most of the day, her dreams filled with lust and images of her handsome father, Keli slept fitfully. When evening finally arrived, Keli arose naked from her bed and doused her firm, small body in the shower. Standing under the jets, she felt the hot spray of water dance across her hard nipples like warm rain, and her hands gravitated to her breasts, holding and caressing and squeezing them up against the piercing water. She spread her legs and let the shower spray pierce her, hard streams of water tickling her little pussy and adding to her already aroused state. Keli felt her lips open and she thrust her small firm hips up against the pressure, feeling each drop of water tease the edges of her pussy, teasing the edges of her young soft flower. 

When she could no longer stand the intense but unsatisfying pleasure of the water, Keli jumped out of the shower and toweled herself off, watching her own slim body in the mirror and thinking about how except for her breasts she looked like a young girl with no pubic hair. Finished drying, Keli donned her short black dress, her large firm breasts held in place by a micro strap, unhindered by a bra or indeed very much fabric. 

She knew every man at the Koon's party would appreciate her womanly charms and she fully intended to show them what she had to offer, while saving herself, hopefully, for her daddy. She knew that he would notice she had dressed for him, and hoped he realized that she was ready to give him all of her love and her body, taking him inside her and squeezing her tight young pussy against his large and incredibly hard cock, making it impossible for him to resist fucking her again. 

As she made her way down the staircase, Keli felt her large breasts swaying inside her dress and knew that if her father happened to look up from his chair in the sitting room he could see her swollen and tender pussy lips from below. 

Sure enough, her father looked up at her and his mouth dropped open. Keli could feel his eyes traveling up and down her body and she felt him linger on her short dress, taking in the sight of her bald cunt and her beautiful breasts. She stopped half-way down the stairs and cocked her hip to one side, causing the dress to pull up and expose even more of her little pussy. She lasciviously smoothed out the fabric with the palm of her hand, the tight black dress clinging to her smooth young body. She could see her daddy's face burning with unspeakable lust, his eyes transfixed by her sensuality. 

Her mother, oblivious to the show that her daughter was putting on, sat on a lounge chair in the dining room reading a magazine. She too was wearing a tight, short dress that emphasized her cleavage and left little to the imagination. Keli was struck by her mother's firm legs and the way her mom's pubic area pressed against the dress, showing the outline of two engorged lips and a deep valley between them. But her attention was still focused on her dad, who was staring at her without any shame, and whose cock was pressed hard and stiff against his pants. Keli felt his gaze and it made her feel warm inside as she brazenly slid her skirt over her hips, letting her father take in the sight of her tight warm pussy.

Seeing her mom start to stir, Keli smoothed the dress back over her legs and traipsed down the stairs. Her mother looked up and smiled as she watched her diminutive daughter sachet lightly down the stairs, her young firm breasts barely contained by the silken fabric, her strong legs and pert little ass carrying her toward her parents. 

Together the three of them made their way toward the front door and the front sidewalk. Keli walked in front of her father and knew that he was fighting with his own demons but she wanted him to know that she was available and ready to repeat the sexual heaven they had achieved just a day before. 

She could feel his hot breath against her neck as they walked and his enormous cock inches from her smooth tight ass, which she playfully shook at him. While her mom walked in front of them in blissful ignorance, Keli ground her hips back up against her daddy's hard cock, feeling it rest against her pussy and stand ramrod straight as she bent slightly to feel him touch the soft valley between her pussy lips.

Keli heard her father moan softly as she made contact with his rock-hard cock but the short walk to the Koon's house didn't allow her to tease him for more than an instant. Mr. Koon opened the front door and welcomed the family inside, but let his gaze linger on Keli's ripe young body, taking in her large partially exposed breasts, her small frame, and the incredibly short dress she was wearing. 

Keli could feel him staring down the front of her dress as she passed by and knew that he was hard underneath his trousers. Somehow that thought did not repulse her and as she walked by him she swished her hips, giving him a nice view of her tiny, barely-covered ass. 

Once inside, the family took advantage of the tray of drinks that Mr. Koon offered. Keli's dad, still looking pale, immediately sucked down a shot of vodka while his wife picked up a margarita, salt coating the lip of the glass. 

Keli herself decided to have a glass of red wine. Her mother gave her a look that said, "only this once" and Keli smiled at her warmly. 

Her mother ran her lips along the edge of the glass in what could only be described as an erotic way, and Keli saw that Mr. Koon had noticed the gesture as well.

"You'll have to excuse the rest of my family. My wife is still getting ready upstairs and Brad won't be home from basketball practice for awhile yet," Mr. Koon explained. 

"Make yourself comfortable and I'll get the appetizers from the kitchen," he said, then adding, "Keli would you mind helping me carry them? I'm not the young man I once was." 

Keli would not have disagreed with his self-assessment, although she found him handsome in a sort of white-bread way. Medium height, solid build and he hadn't let his body fall apart the way some middle-age men do. His hair was receding but he wasn't entirely unattractive. The fact that she knew he lusted for her didn't hurt anything. 

"Sure, Mr. Koon," Keli said brightly, "I'd be glad to help you out."

As Keli and Mr. Koon walked down the hall toward the kitchen she could feel his eyes glued to her tight little ass swishing in the short dress. Deciding to mess with him a little bit as they entered the kitchen together, she stopped mid-stride and bent down to fiddle with her shoe. 

"Sorry Mr. Koon, I've got something lodged in my heel," Keli said as she presented him with a free look at her naked, bald pussy from behind. 

She felt herself moisten as she bent over, knowing that he was staring at her. She lingered, fingering her high heel as if she could not dislodge the source of the problem. Her bare ass remained exposed to him as she pretended to fiddle with the shoe and she enjoyed feeling his lustful gaze on her petite body. Finally she stood up. 

"I can't seem to get it," she said. "Would you mind having a try?" 

She turned and lifted her foot as he compliantly bent down in front of her to investigate. She placed her dainty size-5 heels on his thigh and felt his hands on her leg to steady her. His touch made her body tingle and she hiked up her skirt—as if it were long enough to interfere with his helping hands. She knew that he had a clear view up her legs to the now-damp lips of her swollen pussy, and she knew that he was aware that she was teasing him. 

Mr. Koon pretended to study her shoe while surreptitiously sliding his hand along her sculpted calf muscle, silently squeezing and caressing her leg with his fingers. She could see the bulge in his pants, his hard cock pressing against the fabric as he fondled her leg. 

After letting him caress her for a moment, Keli pulled her foot down and gave him a shy grin, letting him know that she had enjoyed the little game. He returned the smile and stood up, pretending that nothing had happened as he moved toward the kitchen counter to pick up a tray of appetizers. 

Keli joined him to admire the beautiful spread of food he had prepared; the brioche with olive paste looked particularly delicious and she reached down to pluck one off the tray. As she moved her hand toward her mouth, however, a dollop of the olive spread fell directly down the front of her tight black dress. 

"Oh my god," she yelled, looking down at the greasy mess that now coated her cleavage. "I'm such a clutz!" 

Mr. Koon quickly dampened a paper towel and stood in front of her trying to wipe away the sticky spread. 

"I'm so sorry," he said. "I should have tamped it down more so that wouldn't happen." 

His hand inadvertently slipped inside the front of her dress and rested on the top swell of her breast as he attempted to remove the last few olive bits. She smiled, letting his hand slide further down on her breast until he was cupping nearly the entire luscious globe in his palm, his fingers brushing against her bra-less nipples. She felt them grow hard as he took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed it. She moaned softly and looked up at him, feeling his large hand holding her breast firmly.

At that moment Keli heard footsteps coming down the hall toward the kitchen. Quickly, Mr. Koon removed his hand from her breast and stepped away from her. Flushed red and feeling hot all over, Keli quickly smoothed out the soft fabric of her tight dress and tried to regain her composure. 

A moment later, Mrs. Koon peered into the kitchen, a smile on her face, as she exclaimed, "Hello my dear Keli, I hope my husband isn't trying to make you cook for us tonight!" 

Keli laughed and rushed over to Mrs. Koon, giving her a big hug. The two women had known each other for 18 years and always enjoyed each other's company. Mrs. Koon had long black hair that had always entranced Keli with its softness. Although not Asian, she had what might be described as an Asian appearance: a small firm body, an angular face with porcelain skin, medium-sized very perky breasts, and brown eyes. 

As the women hugged and exchanged kisses, Mr. Koon picked up the tray of appetizers and the three of them walked back out toward the dining room where Keli's parents were waiting. And drinking, apparently, because both her father and mother were laughing uproariously about something as the Koon's and Keli re-entered the living room. 

"What's so funny?" Keli asked nervously, wondering if her surreptitious flirtation with Mr. Koon had been somehow discovered.




Karma Ch. 02



"Nothing, dear," her mother replied. "Your father was just bragging that he's a better dancer than me."

Keli heaved an inward sigh of relief. "Oh I'm sure you are both equally good dancers," she said diplomatically.

Mr. and Mrs. Koon exchanged a quick glance and then Mrs. Koon moved to fill up everyone's drinks while Mr. Koon passed around the appetizer tray. Mrs. Koon dimmed the living room lights slightly and started the play list on her ipod, the crisp trumpet of Miles Davis bathing the room in sound. Laughter and conversation increased in intensity as the four adults and one teenager settled into their comfortable surroundings. 

After several more drinks and some finger food, Mrs. Koon suddenly blurted out, "Why don't you be the judge, Keli?" 

"What are you talking about?" Keli replied. 

"See which of your parents is a better dancer. Dance one song with each of them and then you can decide definitively who is more accomplished on the dance floor."

Keli looked at her parents and could tell from their expressions that each of them was feeling both tipsy and confident in their abilities, so she nodded her head slowly. 

"Deal. But I don't want any arguments after I make my decision." 

Mrs. Koon quickly moved across the living room to put on an appropriate song. "Who goes first?" she asked. 

Keli's mom stood up and walked over to where Keli was standing. "I do," she said. "Ladies first." 

Mrs. Koon put on a spicy Cuban flamingo-style song and sat down on the couch next to her husband to witness the contest. 

"Ok, let the competition begin," she announced.

Keli's mom took her daughter in her arms, one hand resting lightly on the small of Keli's back, while the other held her fingers slightly above their shoulders. Keli could feel her mom's firm breasts pressed gently against her and involuntarily thrust her own chest forward imperceptibly, feeling her nipples harden inside her dress. Her mom began spinning her around the living room floor, leading her through a series of dance steps that Keli would never have guessed she knew. 

Gradually the two women fell into a rhythm; one moment only touching finger tips, and the next their bodies floating together and pressing against each other as the sensual music propelled them across the floor and back. 

At one point, Keli's mom dipped her, placing one hand behind her neck and the other on her thigh, just inside the hem of her short dress and nearly cupping her soft, tight ass. Keli shuddered as she felt her mother's hand slide slowly along her thigh, her fingers seeming to caress her while her thumb trailed dangerously close to Keli's bare pussy. 

As she remained bent backward, her mother leaning over her, Keli felt her mom's hot breath graze her neck and the slight peck of her mother's lips kissing her just underneath her earlobe. Then the song ended and both women stood up, faced their audience and bowed theatrically. 

Keli saw Mr. and Mrs. Koon and her father staring at them and clapping gleefully at the erotic performance. Keli smiled warmly at all of them, filled with love and also a tingling sensation that she couldn't quite explain.

Mrs. Koon stood up and walked over the ipod dock, shuffling through the songs. "That was pretty good, ladies. On to the next contestant!" 

Keli's father stood up somewhat shakily as a much slower, softer song emanated from the speakers. He took took his daughter in his arms and pressed up against her, encircling her small waist with his strong arm and holding her hand aloft with the other. 

She immediately felt his hardness pressed against her as the two of them starting dancing slowly, heat quickly building between them. She could not help but to press her body against him, feeling the full outline of his enormous cock rubbing against her stomach. 

Her breasts ached with longing as she thrust them against him, and because of their height difference, she could feel the head of his cock bump against the bottom of her breasts, as if it were trying to slide between them and penetrate her cleavage. 

As they swayed together, Keli felt his hand slide down her lower back until it was resting on her ass, his fingers lightly tracing circles as his hand cupped nearly her entire cheek. She felt him gather up the fabric of her short dress and slowly pull it upward, until her bare ass was completely exposed, his hand slipping inside and under her dress until it rested on her bare ass.

Gasping, Keli looked over at her mother and the Koons, who were staring shell-shocked at the lewd display that she and her father were putting on. Strangely excited by their expressions, Keli turned so she was facing away from them, knowing they could see her father's hand which was now sliding down the crack of her tight ass, his middle finger nudging her small pussy lips.

Keli felt, more than saw, Mr. Koon get up from the couch and walk over to her mother. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him sit down close to her and without pretense drape his arm over her mom's shoulders, letting his hand slide down inside her mother's tight dress. 

At that point, Keli somehow knew she was being given carte blanch to seduce her father right here on the dance floor, and as the knowledge bloomed she arched her hips back against his hand, giving him better access to her bald, soaking wet pussy. Her dress had now ridden up above her hips and she knew everyone in the room was watching as he slowly sunk his middle finger inside her.

Mr. Koon stared enraptured as he slid his hand further inside her mother's dress, while Mrs. Koon surreptitiously opened her legs slightly and let her hands fall between them, rubbing gently against the wet spot that had begun to form there. Keli took this in as she felt her father finger-fucking her gently, his long firm digit penetrating her like a small cock, her wet cunt yielding to him like a fragrant flower accepts a bee. 

Slowly and quietly she reached out with both hands and began to lower her father's zipper, reaching inside his pants to haul out the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. She pulled it out through the hole in his boxer shorts, and began to stroke the firm hardness of his penis with both hands. 

The song had ended but nobody seemed to notice as another soft love song filled the air with warmth. Keli bent down and slowly enveloped her daddy's pulsing hard cock in her mouth, stretching to accommodate the large mushroom head between her lips, feeling his shaft with her tongue as she tried to suck as much as possible into her mouth. 

As the wanton girl sucked her father's cock, Mr. Koon had slid the straps of her mother's dress down off her shoulders, exposing her bare breasts and hard nipples while still watching the couple dance. Mrs. Koon had slid her dress up over her thighs and her fingers were inside her tight, red g-string panties, obviously enjoying the show she was watching.

Feeling the excitement in the room, Keli slowly pulled her mouth from her father's cock and turned away from him, bending down and planting her feet on the floor, her legs spread open invitingly and her dress now almost totally removed. Quickly she reached up with both hands and pulled it over her head, leaving her completely naked, her large breasts swinging pendulously as she presented her father with her soft wet pussy. 

He groaned and thrust his body against her from behind, causing Keli to reach out to the floor to steady herself as she felt him enter her, his large cock slowly slipping between her tight wet lips. 

Inch after inch he guided himself inside her until he filled her completely, her small bald pussy opening to accept him. He reached down and cupped her breasts with his hands as he began thrusting, fucking her in earnest and she could feel his pulsing cock splitting her open, his balls slapping against her thighs.

As she held the floor and thrust her ass back against her father's huge cock, Keli looked up and saw that her mom was also naked, and that Mr. Koon was kneeling between her legs, his tongue deeply inside her pussy. 

Mrs. Koon had pulled down her red panties and was plunging a finger from each hand inside her throbbing cunt, her head back and her chest arched upward in ecstasy. 

Taking in this exciting tableau, Keli felt herself start to orgasm, tingling feelings spreading from her toes, up her legs, until she felt her pussy get even wetter as it pulsed against her father's invading cock. She squeezed against him and felt him start his own orgasm, his molten cum beginning to burst out from his cock into her sucking wet cunt, filling her with his huge load of sperm. Just as she felt him erupt inside her, his hips pressed tightly against her and his cock spurting jet after jet of cum, she looked up and saw that the front door had opened. Framed in the doorway was the Koons' son, standing with mouth agape as he witnessed the incredible mind-blowing scene in front of him...

To be continued...



Karma Ch. 03



Chapter Three: Blindsided

I laughed darkly at how impulsive and out of character this was, even for me.

Tony looked up from tying on his skates and grinned. "What?"

"This," I said, waving my hand at the small crowd of kids and adults filling the rink. "What the hell am I doing here?"

My subconscious supplied its own answer. My ex-husbands had been right about one thing regarding me; I was a hedonist. I had a weakness for doing things that brought me pleasure, even when it hurt others. Or me. I liked to luxuriate in pleasure and comfort. 

Sex had always been a part of that. So was the cocaine. Perhaps especially the cocaine. Hard knocks had finally shown me that I had to have limits in seeking my pleasures, or else risk losing everything worthwhile in my life. 

"Getting away from Conrad before you do something that you'll regret," Tony said, letting the grin slip away. "You were ready to tear him to shreds and, however much you might have enjoyed it at the moment, you would have regretted it later."

I used anger to cover the shock I felt at hearing him echo my thoughts. "They can all go screw themselves," I said bitterly. "If Conrad ever loved my mother, I never saw it. All he wants is her money and he'll probably get it. The rest of those vultures care more about their gossip. They've never cared about me. I was the 'failure' they all had to put up with."

Tying off his laces, Tony hobbled over to me and sat down, using his hand to lift my chin so I was looking directly into his eyes. "I know all about being the 'black sheep', remember? Just ask my Dad." His eyes grew distant and he smiled. "Oh, the things I've done to make him pull his hair out. I can't imagine a nice girl like you even being in my league."

I laughed with an abrupt shot of genuine humor and amazement. I tried to restrain it, but the laughter took on a life of its own and I couldn't stop. I laughed until I couldn't breathe.

When I finally managed some semblance of control, I saw he was quirking a smile at me. I shook my head. "You have no idea. Unless you're a lot wilder than I think you are, I can top your antics on your best day."

"We'll see. After we skate a bit, we'll have lunch - on me - and we'll trade war stories," he said as he stood up, helping me to my feet. I prayed that I didn't fall down too often. It had been twenty-five years since I'd last been on skates and I didn't want a sore butt.

Taking advantage of his help, I stumbled onto the ice and clumsily began to move. He skated backwards in front of me slowly, as though he were just out for a stroll.

"You're doing great," he encouraged.

"I haven't fallen and been cut to sausage, you mean," I said, windmilling my arms to keep what little balance I had. Then an eight-year-old menace blew past me at warp four, dressed from head to toe in blinding fuchsia. At this rate, I'd be lucky to survive. "Graceful, I'm not. How did I let you talk me into this hare-brained idea?"

"It's my smooth negotiating skills."

"Hah! You threw me over your shoulder and carried me off," I objected. "How smooth is that?"

"You're here, aren't you?" he asked with another innocent grin. "There's an old saying, 'if it works, it ain't stupid.' Following that logic, I think I was smooth enough."

It was hard to argue with that. Screw it. If I was here, I might as well have a good time.

-----

For an hour, Tony taught me how to skate all over again. At times, he was so close I could feel the heat of his body as he showed me how to move. I tried telling myself that it wasn't doing anything to me, but I hadn't been that good at lying to myself since I was a teen. It slung-shot my hormones like a teen-aged boy watching Julie Newmar as Catwoman.

By the time we were ready to get off the ice, I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. I'd managed to trade my worries about the funeral for worries about what I was getting myself into with Tony. Every touch of his hands and body made the next touch seem less intrusive and more welcome. I wondered if that was how one tamed a wild horse. Did you touch it until it was used to your hands, caress it until I wanted more? It, I told myself, not I. That was an embarrassing slip to make, even in my mind. Caress it until it wanted more.

I sighed in resignation. This was getting more complicated and I was losing control of where it was going. Already, I felt some kind of connection between us that was nebulous and hard to describe. Disturbing, too, in a way I couldn't quite put my finger on.

We turned in our skates and walked to the car. The sky was darker than it had been earlier and the snow was coming down more heavily.

Tony took my keys out of my hand and jumped in the driver's seat with a possessive grin. I shook my head and smiled, taking the passenger seat. When we were secure, he took off in an almost uncontrolled spin.

I squeaked and grabbed the dashboard, glaring at him. "Tony! You stop that this very second!"

He laughed but slowed down and brought the SUV under control. "Yes, Ma'am." 

"Men! You're all just little boys under the skin."

Tony didn't go for the bait and just drove silently until we pulled into a Pizza Hut.

As he parked the car, I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Pizza Hut is your idea of a romantic lunch?"

He smiled smugly back at me and opened his door. "I just said lunch. Romantic is your add-on. Thanks for the insight, though. I promise I'll start thinking romantically."

I cursed under my breath as I climbed out and walked slowly to the back of the vehicle. Where had that come from? He was right. He'd never said a romantic lunch, but somehow that's what it had morphed to in my mind when I wasn't thinking about it. What was I doing to myself this time?

We shed our coats and hung them when we got inside, then a hostess led us to a booth. Shortly, I had a tall glass of iced tea and the promise of a hot pepperoni pizza to hold my grumbling stomach at bay.

Tony sat across from me watching me intently, as if he expected me to say something. Not having any idea what that might be, I smiled and stared back at him. After a minute, it started becoming almost comical.

I couldn't take it and shook my head. "We're just being silly," I told him. "I think we had a miscue somewhere."

"Maybe," he agreed. "I don't believe in rushing things faster than they need to go, so let's just forget the word romantic, for now."

I let my breath out in a sigh of relief. "Thank you. I'm not ready for that yet." Yet? I winced. What the hell possessed me to add that damned word? 

Tony's eyes twinkled at me, but he let it go. "So, we've talked about our childhood. What did the next twenty years bring you?"

I snorted. "Nothing but trouble. Two nasty ex-husbands, a lifetime full of regrets, and a bunch of people I've hurt or disappointed over the years."

"Come on," he said, frowning, "it can't have been that bad."

I laughed dismissively. "Oh yes it could." 

With little nods and an interested expression, he slowly drew me into talking about college and leaving Tennessee for UCLA. Again, I found myself amazed at the things I told him. We only barely knew each other and I was complaining about how like my father my ex-husbands were. I even found myself telling him about some of the higher and lower points of my days in pre-med, including Rod.

"So, you're a doctor?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No. I didn't really want to be one. That was for Daddy." At least that was part of the story. Having seen a real doctor up close and personal, I had finally realized that I'd never had the drive to be one.

Thankfully, Tony didn't dwell on that. "This Rod guy sounds like a real piece of work," he said with a scowl, "though I can't throw stones. I've had my share of relationships, but I've never been married. I think I'm too ornery for any woman to want," he said with a grin. "I'm too much of a pirate."

That grin did things to my insides that I forced aside. I firmly reminded myself that I needed another man in my life like I needed another hole in my head.

Using my confused state against me, he kept digging. "So, with all that behind you, what do you do to keep busy now? Did you ever go back and finish your degree?"

I ignored the last part of his question and smirked at him. "Don't I get to ask questions about your mysterious past?"

"It's polite to talk about the lady on a date," he said piously.

"Is this a date?" I asked, my eyebrows rising almost against my will.

"You're the one who said it was a romantic lunch. We can quibble about the details later," he said, his tone falsely dismissive. "Back to you."

I shook my head but smiled. "I do charity work." I proudly launched into my list of charities I raised money for.

Tony listened and nodded. The small frown between his eyes made me wonder if I'd said something wrong.

"That's a lot of charity work," he agreed, "but are you satisfied by it? What you do for yourself? You know, to feel like you've made a personal impact."

I blinked in surprise. "What? Of course I'm satisfied with it. What gives you the idea I'm not?"

The arrival of the pizza disrupted my rising anger, and I forced myself back from letting the emotion overtake me before I could think.

Once Tony had a few bites inside, leaving a string of cheese on his chin, he continued.

"I hear how much money you've raised, but it doesn't seem like you're getting much personal satisfaction from it. Don't get me wrong," he added before I could object. "Giving money to charities does help people, but it's not very personal. That always seemed to me like helping the hypothetical needy."

What did that mean? I let the silence drag on as I thought about it and ate slowly. He didn't interrupt me.

When I kept running into brick walls of incomprehension, I looked back up and shrugged. "I must be missing something. What are you getting at? I'm satisfied with it." At least the thinking had derailed my initial angry reaction.

"Have you ever served food at a soup kitchen or helped a complete stranger because it made you feel good?"

I stared at him, confused. "Why would I do that when I can fund an entire kitchen? My money works much harder than I ever could by myself. I assure you that I help plenty of needy people."

Tony shrugged. "Maybe it's just me. I like getting my hands dirty. Things like the Habitat for Humanity. They build houses for people that couldn't afford to build or buy their own. My personal satisfaction comes from seeing them come home for the first time. Nothing beats that feeling. That lets me use the skills I learned for work to help others."

I heard what he was saying, but I didn't see how the two were different. Instead, I changed the subject by zeroing in on his work. "Speaking of your work, do you mostly work around here or do you travel?"

His smile told me that he saw right through my conversational shift, but he agreeably switched topics. "I travel every few months; when one project doesn't need me anymore, I go to one that does. Not just in this state, but all over the general area."

"You said you'd never married, but what about other long-term relationships?" I asked. A part of me wasn't sure what I wanted to hear him say.

"Some," he admitted. "They never lasted, though. We just never seemed to mesh." 

"I'm sure that one day you'll find the right woman."

He nodded, his eyes dark and expressive. "I think you're right. Timing is everything."

I felt a shiver of something I didn't understand shoot through me and I hurriedly looked at my watch. "Just look at the time! We need to get a move on." His expression told me I wasn't fooling anyone, but in truth, it was already late in the afternoon and I needed to get back to the funeral home. 

While he paid for lunch, I went to the ladies room and scrubbed my hands across my face. What was wrong with me? Maybe I should just give in and have a fling with him, because this itch was getting very distracting. Stubbornly, I shook my head at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't do casual. When the little devil's voice told me that I should be thinking about making it more than casual, I covered my eyes and groaned. I didn't need this!

I washed my hands and composed myself. As I came out, the woman sitting next to the bathroom made me stop in my tracks. Or rather, what she was saying into the pay phone made me stop. She was younger than me and very, very pregnant. She was also slumped over the table with her face buried in one hand.

"I don't know what to do, Mom," she said, dispiritedly. "He took everything. He quit his job and just took off with everything. No one knows where he went." Then her voice took on a bitter tone. "What everyone knows is who he ran off with. Why couldn't they have bothered to tell me before he left me like this?"

Smothering a dark and knowing smile, I slipped back into the bathroom. I listened to her through the barely open door. I could have told her some places to call to get help, but she seemed too proud to take advantage of them. Her pain bothered me. I didn't want to leave her in despair. 

"I know you can't help me very much," she continued, "but can you wire me just a little? Fifty dollars? Oh, thank you!" She sounded almost pathetically grateful. "I'll pay you back as soon as I can. I've got a week before the landlord comes looking for the rent and that'll buy me food and give me some gas money so I can find a job." 

I blanched. Dear God, she didn't need to be working. She looked like she was due any day. She needed to be off her feet.

"No," the woman said with a little heat. "I can't come home. I love you but he's still there. I can't live with him. I just can't. I'd rather starve. Please try to understand."

What about her baby? Her next comment told me that I wasn't the only one asking that question. 

"I don't have much of a choice, do I?" she said bitterly. "As soon as he's born I'll take him to the fire station or give him up for adoption. I don't want to, but I can't afford to keep him. He deserves better than me," she said, almost in tears. 

My heart ached. I wanted to help her, but she sounded as stubborn as me. I'd never had a baby and I doubted I ever would, but her plight still struck a chord in me. I thought furiously. What could I do?

"Yes," she continued. "Please wire it to me at the Western Union office down on Main Street. And if you're going to send him to do it, could you make sure he at least spells my name right?" She spelled out Williamson. "At least he remembered Joan last time," she said tiredly. Then she slowly recited her address. I repeated it silently several times while I set my purse on the counter and dug through it looking for something to write on. The first thing I found was the card Tony had given me with his number. That was ironic.

I counted out what I had in cash and it totaled out to almost four hundred dollars. Not very much, but I mostly paid for stuff with my card. It would just have to do. 

Now I just had to figure out how to give it to her without her being able to turn me down. I folded the bills up and walked out of the bathroom. She was listening to her mother and still had her face buried in her hand, her elbow propped up on the table. Her purse was beside her elbow. I could see her open change purse inside it. She was probably using the change for the call. I deftly dropped the bills into her purse and walked out. 

Tony had the SUV idling by the curb. I climbed in feeling light inside. I grinned at him. Who said I didn't know how to get personal satisfaction?

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Everyone had deserted the funeral home by the time we arrived. All the family was gone, even Conrad. That made me boil inside. How dare they just leave her like this?

I went to stand beside my mother. Looking down at her, I realized how badly having them leave her here alone hurt me. After tomorrow I'd never see her again. That brought on a fresh onslaught of tears.

I'm not sure how long I stood there holding her hand, feeling like every tear that fell made me somehow emptier inside, when I felt someone beside me. I looked up, ready to chew off Conrad's head for bothering me again, if he'd had the balls to come back, and only barely cut off my attack when I saw it was Tony.

"Regan, the viewing is over and it's time to leave," he said gently. Were construction workers supposed to be gentle? They should be tough and decisive, sure, but gentle?

"I'm not going," I said with a willful toss of my head. "I'm staying here with Mother."

I expected a condescending smile, but he didn't smile at all, he just nodded. "I know, but you can't. We have to go."

"She's my mother and I won't leave her," I shouted, abruptly angry with him. "I won't! She needs me here!" I waited for him to either walk away or counter-attack, perversely glad for the outlet for my pain.

Following his developing pattern of behavior, he did neither of those things. He instead reached out, pulled me into his arms and held me tightly.

My body stiffened in shock and tried to shove him away but he was too strong. "Let me go!" I wailed. "Just leave me alone!"

"No."

As quickly as it arrived, the anger fled my body. I felt grief for my loss and a deep and abiding fear of never seeing my mother again flood through me. "I don't want her to go," I cried, suddenly clutching him. "Please, don't let her go."

"I know you don't," he whispered, "but she's already gone."

I sobbed and half-broke away from him and started pounding my fists on his chest. "Liar! She's right here!"

He didn't resist my attack, but it was like hitting a brick wall, except I had a better chance of knocking down the wall. When the tears pushed the anger away, he pulled me back into his arms and this time I didn't resist. "It hurts, I know," he whispered. "But she's already gone to a better place; a happier place."

"But I don't want her to go!"

He turned me away from the casket and pulled me along toward the door while I cried and railed against him. By the time he put my coat on me, all the fight had gone out of my body. I just stood there and let him slip it on and lead me out to his Land Rover. I didn't even object when he strapped me in like a child.

Tony belted himself in and took the Rover out to the street, leaving Conrad's SUV behind. "Left or right?" he prompted.

When I looked outside, snow was falling heavily and the wind had picked up. I took a deep breath and pulled myself together enough to give him directions out of town and up the mountain.

He didn't try to talk to me on the drive, other than occasionally to prompt me for directions. I didn't understand, but I was grateful. Weren't men supposed to try to fix everything? Not all of them, apparently. At least one could listen without judging. I felt wrung out. I'd lost both my control and composure again, and I was glad that Conrad and Daddy hadn't seen me. I couldn't do anything right, it seemed.

The interior of the Rover finally sank into my awareness. Tony had packed it with tools and the Rover smelled like... like him, I realized. It didn't smell bad, just male. I rolled my eyes and laughed inside at myself. This was just perfect. I really didn't have the time or emotional energy for this.

Tony glanced at me and smiled before returning his eyes to the road in silence, giving me time to get myself back under control.

-----

By the time we pulled up in front of the chalet, I'd regained enough of my composure to get out of the Rover and wait for Tony to meet me by the door. He had his overnight bag in hand when he joined me.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly.

He made a throwaway gesture. "You've done nothing to be sorry about, so don't worry about it."

I smiled and nodded gratefully. "Come on inside and let's get you settled." I led the way, saw to taking off our shoes and coats, and gave him the same short tour that I'd given Melissa yesterday.




Karma Ch. 03



He wanted to keep talking but I just shook my head slowly then turned and walked away and as far as I was concerned completely severing our damaged friendship. I could only think George was trying to blame his indiscretion on someone else. So now that he was going to try to stop me fucking Karen I knew the pain I wanted him to feel was achievable. 

My staff followed my instructions and made life busy for George. Just to fuck with his mind I had them make appointments right out of town quite late in the afternoon a few days every week. Somehow he always managed to get home for dinner to keep me away from his beautiful wife. 

Nothing would be the same again.

End of Part 2

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Part 3

We were really busy and I never did find the time to call George into my office to find out what else he wanted to tell me that Saturday afternoon. One thing I did do was to visit my lawyers to discuss a certain admin assistant who couldn't keep her mouth shut. She wouldn't be talking shop out of hours any more.

One day about two months later everything fell into place. While trying to finish an urgent job miles from home, George found a problem that was going to take him hours to fix. He'd have to work into the night to finish it then come back next morning.

As soon as he phoned the office I heard of course and I had Julie phone Karen to invite them all over for dinner. 

I'd made it clear to Julie that George and their house were totally off limits after what had happened so their weekly lunches at their place were finished. I'd even hired a PI and told him to make sure they saw him a few times each week over a three week period so Julie knew she was being watched. I had this nagging feeling; something I just didn't feel comfortable with; I wasn't sure what.

She never said anything to me about knowing I was having her followed, so I never knew if she was hurt that I seemingly didn't trust her but it was all only mind games. As it happened his report only confirmed my knowledge of Julie's whereabouts and that she hadn't met up with George.

Every night as we sat together watching television or a DVD, she'd tell me exactly where she'd been the whole day and what she'd been doing. Each week I sent a large Fed Ex envelope marked "Strictly Confidential" to my home with the PI's business name and return address on it and I'd come home and find it sitting unopened on the desk in my study.

Apparently, neither of the women was aware of my long term plans for George. Frequently Karen would be with Julie when I arrived home and both had kept at me for the past week or so to forgive George a little; it seems he was totally miserable all the time now and they felt sorry for him. They thought it was caused by me severing our friendship.

Each time they asked I'd just turned and walked away. Surely they must have realized I was still hurting. I couldn't comprehend how they could expect me to be forgiving let alone how they could have just left what had happened behind them like it hadn't been a problem. It was like the incident no longer worried them or meant nothing to them. In fact to me at times it seemed like the threat of divorce had affected them more.

When Julie phoned, Karen apologised and told her that George was working late; he'd just phoned to tell her he wouldn't be home till morning, but she accepted the invitation so it would be just her and Todd. It was Julie who suggested I pick them up on my way home so that Karen could have a few wines with her.

As we approached home I suggested to Karen that she phone George to tell him that she and Todd were having dinner with us in case he rang their place looking for them and worried when they did not answer. I could hear George as Karen spoke to him telling him they were having dinner with us and he asked Karen if she knew if I was going to be home. I was ecstatic!

Karen told him that I'd picked them up so that she could have a few wines with Julie and that I'd promised to take them home when they were finished. She then said that if she was too tired after the wine and using the hot tub they might even stay the night.

Even from where I sat I could hear that he sounded sad as he told her he loved her a lot and he'd try to get home as soon as he could. Revenge is so much sweeter when you can fuck with the victim's mind. That kind of hurt can't be fixed with pain killers and even alcohol wouldn't help him forget; I could testify to that!

Dinner was superb and the wine flowed although I didn't drink very much. All Julie and Karen wanted to talk about was Karen still wanting babies and that kept them occupied the whole night.

How could talking about babies take so long? I thought I heard Julie say she wanted another as well but I must've been mistaken. Well, I hoped I was but if I wasn't maybe it was just the wine talking. 

Our teenagers tired very quickly of the baby chatter and disappeared into the family room for some respite while I was stuck with the women and played drinks waiter and gofer.

After dinner we were outside on the patio chatting away while Julie and Karen were still drinking wine. They joked about the hot tub; they weren't very subtle so I took the hint and turned it on and heated the water just in case.

Back at the patio with another bottle I found the two wives in the hot tub already; their clothes hurriedly thrown over a couple of chairs. Like any male I got all excited when I confirmed they were both naked in the tub and I wanted to join them as I watched their nipples peeping out from the bubbling water every few seconds.

I started to undress and was down to my boxers when I was told in no uncertain terms that it was girls' night only in the tub. They were sitting quite close to each other and as I dressed they laughed together at my expense with crude comments about my anatomy as though I was some sort of gigolo or male stripper.

I smiled when I realized they'd forgotten about towels so as I returned inside I scooped up their clothes and put them along with two fresh towels on the kitchen bench, well away from the door but where they could still see them through the large window.

I was about to retreat to my study when I heard Karen's cell phone ring; it was on top of her handbag. Picking it up, I was going to take it out to her when I looked at the caller ID and saw it was George. I remembered George telling me that the only place she didn't take her phone was to bed.

I returned it to her handbag and said nothing. As I did I noticed she'd already missed five previous calls. He must have rung earlier while we were outside and we couldn't hear her phone ringing for the music and the hot tub. 

I went to my study; I'd see and hear everything if I wanted to from there. It would be erotic to watch them both walking into the kitchen naked and I thought I'd happen to walk into them as they came through the kitchen door and see how they reacted.

Somehow I managed to walk into the kitchen at the right time as both were still naked and dripping wet as they walked past me like I wasn't there, to get their towels and their clothes. They seemed to take great delight in teasing me with their nakedness as they dried themselves.

After they dressed we had coffee and a few laughs then came the time when Karen wanted to go home and we found the kids still in the family room having fallen asleep watching a DVD.

Amy was snuggled into Todd with her head on his shoulder and he had his hand over the back of hers. I couldn't help but notice her hand was resting on his pants; over his cock and it looked like he'd encouraged her to have a feel or something more. He'd fallen asleep with his fly undone.

I noticed that since dinner Amy had changed into a short skirt and a loose button-up shirt but the buttons were done up out of sequence; at least she still was wearing them and I was in no doubt what Todd had been feeling. I turned to Julie and quietly suggested she make an appointment with the doctor tomorrow to have Amy put on the pill; for her complexion, of course.

I drove Karen and Todd home while Julie and our twins went to bed. I'd have to hurry to get back if I was to experience some great sex before Julie fell asleep.

As we arrived at Karen's, two policemen were walking back to their car from her front door. They approached us and asked if we knew Karen Cox. Karen replied that she was her. Then they told her that George had been killed in a car accident on his way back towards town earlier in the night. A drunk driver had hit him head-on and both were dead.

She turned and looked at me with the saddest expression that I'll never forget as she started to slowly fall. I caught her before she hit the ground. I told the police that the teenager asleep in the car was their son Todd and I was a family friend as well as George's boss. Karen was out of it and they called an ambulance. 

I held her tight as she started to come around just as the ambulance arrived but they still took her just for observation. In the meantime Todd had woken from the noise of the siren and just stared at his mother on the trolley for a moment. He then came over to help and hugged her.

Karen was squeezing my hand tightly as she was wheeled to the back of the ambulance then I leaned forward and kissed her forehead and wiped the tears from her cheeks. I told her I'd take Todd home to my house then we'd be up there for her.

As the ambulance left I asked Todd to go into the house and get what he needed for next day; I was taking him home with me. He would need his friends around him when he was told. I hated to be the one to tell him but I thought we could do that next morning to let him get some sleep.

On the way home I phoned Julie and woke her up telling her I had Todd with me and to get the guest room ready; that Karen was on her way to hospital by ambulance after she fainted. Julie was suddenly wide awake and full of questions I couldn't answer with Todd listening to every word I said.

I drove the last few miles to our house thinking that George was supposed to be sleeping at the motel and coming back tomorrow after he finished the job. Actually if he had stayed like he should've he was supposed to be lying in bed all night awake believing I'd just cuckolded him and maybe had made Karen pregnant. I'd heard Karen telling Julie earlier that they were still trying desperately for a baby. 

Not answering Karen's phone must have really fucked with his mind and he'd obviously decided to come home straight away after his calls went unanswered and before he'd finished the job to stop me seducing his loving wife.

Was it Karma?

Julie was waiting for us when we arrived home. She helped a very tired Todd to the guest room and we waited until he was settled in before we left for the hospital. On the way I told her that George was dead.

Julie was horrified and burst into tears even though he had previously caused her so much misery. When I told her we'd booked a room at a good motel for the night for him she couldn't understand why he was on the road so late at night.

When we arrived at the hospital I was asked if I was Karen's husband as they had forms that needed to be filled out and they wanted payment. Between the both off us we were able to fill out the forms and I paid her bill thinking I could fix it with their insurance later.

Julie joined Karen in her room and found her asleep so she waited quietly just holding her hand. I was walking to join them when a doctor who'd been nearby when I paid her account stopped me and told me that she hadn't lost the baby, but that she'd seemed really distressed about something so he'd sedated her.

We were there when she woke and asked about George and if she'd been dreaming. She saw the answer in our faces then burst into tears.

I hugged her then kissed her cheek and said, "I have to go to get the kids up. They have classes today but I think it'll be better if they stay home; we'll see. I expect they'll both want to stay with Todd to help him through it. Julie can stay with you now and you can both talk about baby names. Let's hope it's a little girl as pretty as her mother."

They both looked at me like I was the village idiot until I continued, "The doctor told me last night your baby was safe. Congratulations Karen." This time I held her face like she'd done to me and I kissed her on her lips. The two women hugged each other and tried to call me back to answer some questions; I left; I had things to do.

The kids were all awake when I arrived home; I'd hoped they'd be still asleep, but they had been awake for hours wondering what was going on; we'd had our cell phones turned off which hadn't helped. As soon as I entered the house they dragged me to the lounge and stuck a hot coffee in my hands.

They sat me down then demanded to know what was happening; teenagers these days. I wouldn't have been game to be so forward when I was their age. I put the coffee down and stood up and went to Todd. He was no fool and I was sure he was expecting some bad news; I could see it in his face. 

I told them all that his father had been killed instantly in a motor vehicle accident last night and his mother had collapsed and was now resting in hospital.

As we all embraced Todd crying I told the twins their mother was with Karen; they'd been looking for her and couldn't find her. What about me? They didn't even mention they'd been wondering where I was. As I expected they all insisted on going to the hospital to see Karen. On the way I called work and let them know what had happened.

Back at the hospital Karen tearfully signed a letter giving me permission to identify George's remains at the morgue in her place. 

It didn't take long thankfully and I never wanted to do that again. It was the price I had to pay for fucking with his mind and I couldn't leave that for either her or Todd. Not that it made much difference now but I wondered if George would have been on the road last night if he'd known Karen was already pregnant. 

The next few days were a blur. Todd held up well as he had some great friends and they gathered around him to support him but we soon realised that Karen really only had Julie and I as close friends; we were like family; in fact the closest thing to family they had.

It really was a shame that George had fucked it all up when he did; his death should never have happened. We insisted that the two of them stay with us until everything settled as we had two spare rooms.

My secretary arranged the funeral in consultation with Karen and my employees were given the option of attending as George had been well liked at work. It turned out that he had no life or car insurance and his house was double mortgaged and had no mortgage insurance either.

He had recently cancelled everything to save money when things had been difficult before he started working for me and in doing so Karen and Todd were left with nothing. I paid for his funeral.

I was sitting in my study late at night after the funeral when Julie joined me. A day or two earlier, she'd been with me when I discussed Karen's financial plight with my accountant. I knew something was up when she came around and sat on my knees and wrapped her arms around me. 

Her bath robe fell open and I could she see was naked underneath. She then took my hand and held it cupping her breast and put her head on my shoulder. We sat together quietly holding each other. I would've given her anything at that point in time. She lifted her head and looked into my eyes.

She suggested that as Karen couldn't afford to keep her house that she sell it. Then she and Todd could stay living with us until after her baby was born and she had a clearer direction. Julie straightened her head and moved her face to within inches of mine and said, "She's like the sister I've always wanted and I really want her to stay with us... please?"

When I agreed it was a great idea Julie kissed me quickly then jumped off my lap and ran to Karen to tell her the good news.

Their house sold quickly but she made very little money on it; barely enough to pay the bank and cover the cost of storage of her furniture after the real estate agents fees were paid. They brought their SUV, personal items and clothing. That was all they really needed.

I was relieved Amy was on the pill now as she and Todd seemed to be getting very close; in fact exceptionally close and I was too scared to check the downloads from some of the cameras. I knew they were having sex; I wasn't stupid. I'd already stumbled in on them all one afternoon in the hot tub when they hadn't turned the silent alarm off when they came home.

I was the one who wanted her on the pill so we didn't have two pregnancies in the house. Nothing was said as I didn't want her thinking having sex with someone you love was evil or dirty. I wanted Amy to have a healthy attitude to sex for the rest of her life and enjoy it.

Karen was a believer in rubbing her swelling stomach with Vitamin E oil to stop the stretch marks so every night I was forced to watch her or Julie rub the oil onto her belly. Usually she'd wear her little bikini that she was having more and more trouble fitting into.

Both Julie and I offered to help her on many occasions but sadly for me she only accepted Julie's offers. I was bewildered remembering she wanted to have sex with me not too long ago; maybe I'd upset her in refusing to take up her offer at the time.

I found watching her do this every night extremely erotic and Julie would always benefit when we went to bed.

One night however, Julie had just painted her finger nails while she told me what she'd been doing all day. I was thinking she usually only did that when I was at work when Karen came out to the patio. She talked with us for a while then looked over to Julie to rub the oil onto her belly. Julie apologised and suggested she ask me as her nails still needed time to dry.

I was sure she would've asked Amy or Todd but the kids had just gone next door to be with Laura. So when she blushed and turned away from me I got disappointed and walked back into the house.

A little while later I'd got myself a port and was sitting in my study wondering what I'd done to her... she'd always loved my massages. I wasn't sure why but I turned on the cameras covering the patio and saw them whispering. Curious, I turned up the volume to eavesdrop.

Julie asked Karen why she always declined my offers to apply the oil. Karen admitted that she had refused to let me rub the vitamin E oil in as she was scared of her reaction. As it was she got really wet every time we just kissed or accidently touched. They both looked at each other for a moment then laughed as they hugged.

I thought about what Karen had just said and knew that she would always line up next to Julie in the kitchen every morning for their good-bye kisses and be at the internal garage door waiting with her when I arrived home. She really did care for me.

Appeased, I decided to join them again, and was more than gratified when Karen shyly asked me if I'd rub the oil in. George had told me about stroking her kidneys and I'd wondered if he'd lied to get me to tell him about Julie; now was a good time to find out, and maybe have a little fun as well.

I hadn't given Karen a massage now for quite some time so I thought I'd get her mellow by starting on her shoulders. Julie kept watching me all the time; just grinning and looking as I worked on her friend. I thought I heard Karen moan but I couldn't be sure with the hot tub bubbling away beside us. I took my time and made sure she was well relaxed before I moved to her belly.

I did the right thing to start with but as I rubbed her sides I extended my reach a little and gently stroked where her kidneys were; not continuously but just every time I went near that area. Karen was trying her hardest to behave but I felt her body stiffen every time I went near her sides so I did it a lot more often.




Karma Ch. 03



I noticed her head roll back a little and I looked over to Julie and she grinned as she nodded; I wasn't sure what for so I became a little braver as I slid my hands lower and lower till I felt her pubic hair just inside her bikini pants. Each time I went further into her pants and soon I heard her gasp and felt her tense her hips as my fingers fleetingly touched her clit.

I suspect I may have "accidently" brushed my oily fingers across her hard little clit once or twice or maybe more like a dozen times or more, before I returned to her kidneys, I'm not quite sure. Yes I am; I did it deliberately and got away with it. Each time I rubbed it I did it for longer.

The combination of both did amazing things to her. Karen was in a daze and didn't react the way I thought she would. Her eyes were squeezed closed and she was biting her bottom lip and her fists were clenched. All the while I could hear Julie chuckling away.

I became bolder as I slid my hand into her bikini pants again and I hoped neither could see my hard cock tenting my cargo shorts. I saw a large wet spot had appeared on her bikini pants as my fingers made their way to her hard clit again.

There was still no opposition and I went further and slid my oily fingers along her wet slit, separating her pussy lips as I went; I was sure I could hear a soft moan again. I dallied there a few more minutes slipping a finger in as deep as it would go. I felt her thighs open to give me better access then her hips move as if trying to force my finger in further.

It was time to return to her kidneys. Her head rolled a little from side to side and her mouth was open as she gasped for air; I knew I could've slipped her bikini off and slid my aching cock into her now very wet pussy if I'd wanted.

I'd seen and touched her stunning boobs a few times but had never held them so I moved my attention to them. As I slipped my oily hand under her bikini top and rubbed her full sensitive breasts, I gently cupped then squeezed them. I nearly came in my shorts as I did so.

Her nipples were already hard, so I pulled at them lightly remembering what stage of her pregnancy she was in; her moaning was continuous now.

I looked to my wife as Karen's bikini top just happened to slip off but Julie's eyes were now closed as well; Karen's breasts looked magnificent as they defied gravity. Julie was leaning back on the table with her skirt pulled up and had her hand down her own bikini pants and I could see her rubbing her clit. Moving back to Karen's swollen belly I gently rubbed in the last of the oil as she caressed her own clit and pussy; she'd taken over when I moved my attention to her boobs.

I stroked her kidneys again and I felt her tensing up more than ever this time; I felt sure she'd cum before I finished but she didn't. As I continued to stroke her kidneys I leaned over I couldn't resist it and kissed then gently sucked on each hard sensitive nipple in turn. Before straightening up I kissed her lips very lightly and rubbed my tongue along them a few times.

Her mouth opened ready to receive my tongue then I stood and told her I was finished and going to bed and wished them both good night. It was so cruel but I was laughing quietly to myself as I left two very highly aroused women wondering what had just happened; this was my payback for not letting me rub oil in before. 

By the time I was inside both women realized I was serious about heading to bed. I watched through the kitchen window as Julie and Karen looked at each other; both in an aroused state now and realizing each had their hands in their pants. Their faces looked like they'd both been caught with their hands in the cookie jar; well they were in a way. 

I hadn't planned to go as far as I did and certainly hadn't expected Karen to react that way. I wouldn't mind doing that again soon except I didn't know if I could stop next time. I'd only do it if Julie was there encouraging me on again; I'd never cheat on her.

By the time Julie locked the doors and turned out the lights I was in bed. I lay there quietly after having swallowed a Viagra in anticipation of a long night ahead with my wife. 

Julie didn't take long to clean her teeth and strip off and was soon snuggled up next to me. She leaned across me and found my hard cock waiting for her hand, mouth or pussy; it didn't matter which. I was already on my back but now the sheet was pulled away and Julie's mouth enveloped my cock.

I could tell from the speed at which she was working on my cock that she was ready to explode herself so I pulled her away from my cock and pushed her onto her back spreading her lovely legs then I buried my face into her smooth pussy.

As I licked her already very wet pussy and sucked on her clit I slid a finger into her. I think that may have been the trigger and she started moaning loudly and grabbed my head and pushed my face hard into her pussy. Her thighs clamped over my ears as she started bucking and shaking as she had the first of the strong orgasms I wanted to give her.

Even with my ears covered with her thighs I heard her cuming; she was screaming and I was sure Karen and Issy next door heard as well. As she came off her orgasm she released my head and I moved up her body kissing and licking as I did so, paying particular attention to her nipples; I knew how much she loved them being sucked really hard.

By the time I reached her mouth she'd grabbed my cock and was trying to push it into her wet gaping pussy; her legs were spread again. I felt her slip the head of my cock into her pussy then she slammed her hips up in a very powerful movement to force my cock in hard and deep into her in one fast stroke.

Julie screamed out in pleasure as she came straight away and I kept her screaming as I pumped her insatiable pussy in time with the rapid movement of her hips. Our love making had always been gentle and this was so different. She wanted it forcefully; hard and fast. I instantly thought something was terribly wrong and I was shaken when she said, "Oh god. I love it like this."

I thought briefly about stopping there and then but I was too close to cuming. There was no way I could delay what I was about to pump into her after all the time oiling Karen's near naked body and now Julie acting like she was possessed.

Julie felt the change in my pace and realized what was coming and as I tried so desperately to push my cock into her as far as I could so she spread her legs even wider and pushed her hips up even harder as I pumped my seed deep into her.

Surely I must have misheard what had just been said and I wondered for a moment as I kept fucking Julie but then I remembered we'd fucked like it before when the doctor had given her the all clear. My mind had been playing tricks on me. 

The Viagra was working as I stayed hard for a change and just kept pushing my cock into her and she just kept screaming out in pleasure. I was so focused on what we were doing I didn't notice the bedroom door open then close as a very pregnant naked woman stormed into the room. 

Not knowing she was standing there I just keep grinding into Julie and she kept screaming until Karen blurted out, "I can't stand it any longer listening to both of you. Nothing is helping take the edge off tonight and I can't stand it any longer!

"James, you're a real bastard! You wound me up so tight out there tonight I thought I was going to snap. You...you've got no idea what you were doing to me...or did you? I was just about to have my first full blown orgasm for a really long time and you stopped and walked away.

"I can't believe you did that to me after you promised me in your office that you'd never hurt me! I've never forgotten how nicely you treated me, but now you owe me big time buster!

"James, I told you that you could fuck me but you never did and I wondered if you just didn't want me but after tonight I know differently. Now you've started something and you have to finish it!" 

We had both stopped moving by this stage but my hard cock stayed buried deep in Julie. Julie was looking up at Karen. I didn't move and I couldn't understand why Julie wasn't the least bit embarrassed but instead looked concerned.

"Karen, you mean you never took up my offer with James? You never got to fuck him at all? We do so much together and are so close now and you never told me."

"Julie, how could I? Your stubborn husband loved you so much he wouldn't touch me. I would've let him rub the oil in months ago if I'd known he was going to do what he did tonight."

Julie looked back at me and said, "Honey that was so cruel that you didn't make love to Karen when I told you that you had to. She was waiting for you to do it; I told you she wanted to and she told me she wanted to and you messed it all up. It wasn't fair! You were supposed to; you spoiled everything. Karen and I had agreed to it. All this time I thought you both were lovers and getting even for what I did.

"What I saw you doing to her tonight was such a turn on. I loved watching you touch her. I want to watch you with her to make sure you do...and not just tonight. Isn't she so beautiful?"

Julie put her hand out to Karen and pulled her to the bed. As she did she pulled away from me and my hard cock slipped from her. When Karen lay on the bed next to us, Julie whispered to me, "Get your head between Karen's thighs now if you know what's good for you. Make her scream and beg for mercy. I know she likes that; she always has."

Who was I to complain? I knew Karen wouldn't have any STD's as George didn't have any when he fucked Julie. As I moved across from Julie to Karen I saw Julie shift herself and start sucking on Karen's nipples. This wasn't revenge; it was an act of love and no other husband would be hurt.

As soon as I started sucking and flicking Karen's clit I heard a moan, then, "Oh my god, Julie you didn't lie. I never knew he would make it feel like this!" Then her thighs clamped shut holding my head as I started licking and sucking her pussy and clit.

I felt her buck as I drove my tongue into her thinking how good but different to Julie she tasted. I licked her wet pussy as I used my hands to pull her pussy lips apart so I could get in as deep as I could then inserted a couple of fingers as well. Her hips started shaking and her body tensed and started spasming.

I could hear her starting to scream as she orgasmed time and time again. One minute she was pushing my face hard into her mound and the next she was beating my shoulders with her fists as I felt her have another orgasm.

As she released her lock on my head I moved forward lining up my cock with her open pussy and drove my cock slowly into her causing her to gasp. I knew I had to be gentle due to her pregnancy but it wasn't like I was trying to force a monster into her; I was just an average bloke but knew how to use it; well I thought I did; okay, I hoped I did anyway.

Julie by this stage was lying on her side with her legs apart as she slid two fingers in and out of her sloppy pussy. Karen's belly was in the way a little so I suggested we try a different position and doggy was the first thing that came to mind.

As soon as Karen was on her hands and knees Julie slid under her chest and grabbed a breast then took a nipple in her mouth and started to suck. I saw Karen's head roll back and I knew she was loving Julie's attention so I held on to Karen's hip with one hand and with the other started to rub the head on my cock up and down her gaping pussy lips.

Karen's head started swaying from side to side as she started gasping for air again and knowing how close she was to cuming again I removed my hand from her hip and started rubbing and playing with her clit. She was loud like Julie and she started screaming, "Oh my god! Oh my god!" over and over again.

That bloody neighbour started yelling out further words of encouragement from her window and called out that she wanted to join us.

Just as it seemed like Karen was easing off, I slid my cock back into her velvet pussy. Her muscles were tightening on my cock as I felt it slip all the way in and they gripped even tighter all the way out as well. I loved it when they'd been practicing their pelvic floor exercises in readiness for birthing and by the feel of it Karen had been practicing a lot.

I held Karen's hips and started slowly then built up a steady rhythm wanting to give her something George hadn't; as her panting sped up so did her hips but I stayed steady and soon she was spasming and shaking as she started cuming again.

I smiled to myself as she started again with, "Oh my god! Oh my god! I can't believe it! Don't stop!" and I wondered if poor old George had lasted this long or ever made her orgasm when he was alive. 

As she felt my hot cum splashing inside her she cried out and once I'd finished fell forward rolling onto her side as she collapsed on the bed. With a look of pure joy on her face, she held her pussy as if trying to hold in the pleasure she was still feeling.

Julie sat up and whispered thank you in my ear then turned me around and pushed me onto my back. The Viagra was still working and she straddled my hips facing me and reached down and fed my hard cock into her pussy as she lowered herself onto me. When our pelvises met she sat for a minute and gritted her teeth as she started playing with her own breasts.

She opened her mouth then took a deep breath as she started to roll her hips and slide up and down the length of my penis all the while just staring lustfully into my eyes. I took her hands and held them lovingly as she started to speed up her movements; she smiled at me then bit her bottom lip.

Watching my wife slide the length of my cock was such an experience and I knew I'd enjoy seeing it again and again for years to come. 

She started pushing herself down harder and harder trying to somehow get more of my cock into her. She already had all I could give her. It was all too soon when the sensations of her pussy muscles grabbing my cock every time she ground into me caused me to cum again.

Julie felt my hot cum being pumped deep into her and her pussy muscles grabbed at my cock as she orgasmed again; Mother Nature's design at its finest.

As Julie collapsed on me I kept moving my hips slowly sliding my cock in and out helping to keep her cuming. Karen had been watching us, and she put her hand to Julie's cheek and as Julie turned her head to smile leaned over and kissed her.

It must've just been the moment as they started kissing passionately for a while as I kept fucking Julie gently; I'd never seen women kiss each other like that before. Karen was gasping as she kissed Julie and I looked down Karen's body to see Julie had slipped two fingers into her pussy.

Every time she pulled them out I could see my cum on Julie's fingers. Then Karen pulled away from Julie's mouth and then kissed me on the lips and I found her tongue in my mouth. As she moved I saw Julie slipping her cum covered fingers into her own mouth and then she shared them with Karen.

I felt a hand wrap around the base of my wet slippery cock then it left and I felt it again every time our hips met. I could hear Julie gulping for air again and could feel her have a series of little shudders and assumed Karen must have been playing with Julie's clit; her hand was in the right place.

My cock was starting to become very sensitive and I needed a break so I slowed to a stop but left my cock in her effectively stopping any cum from leaving her pussy. The three of us lay there for a while then Julie got up to go to use the bathroom.

Karen wasted no time in moving as swiftly as a pregnant woman could and swallowed my stiff cock in her mouth and started to treat it like a lolly pop; sucking and licking all of our combined juices from it then swirling her tongue around the head. 

Julie returned and they started to share it, taking turns to see who could get a sound out of me. It was so sensitive I was having trouble letting them do it; but it was so pleasurable at the same time.

Soon enough they seemed to forget me and started kissing each other after their tongues and lips met on my cock. When they started to tongue and hold each other I took the opportunity to move from under them as they started to get quite passionate with each other.

I was surprised when Julie lay back onto the bed and Karen dived between her legs and started licking her smooth pussy and sucking on her clit; it was an amazing sight and as a typical male I wondered if they'd already been lovers. 

Karen was on her hands and knees again so that she could get at Julie's sloppy pussy. Julie was moaning loudly with her head rolling from side to side as she pulled on her own nipples again.

I couldn't help but notice Karen's legs were apart and her swollen pussy lips on view calling to my still hard cock. I could see my cum still dribbling from her from when I had fucked her before.

As I moved between her legs I pulled them further apart. My attentions went un-noticed until I was close enough to place my cock at the entrance to her sweet pussy and push it slowly into her.

Karen stopped licking Julie and lifted her head all the way back and moaned, then returned to Julie's waiting pussy. I was in all the way again and started to push my cock in and out.

Julie called out, "Oh Karen, you're so good at that. God, I love it! Oh fuck!"

It felt so unbelievably good for me as well with her pelvic muscles performing miracles and in a short time I was ready to cum again. Strangely listening to Julie enjoying Karen's obviously expert attention to her pussy was turning me on even more than I would've ever thought it possible.

I called out to Karen that I was about to cum in her again soon when she turned around and pulled away from my cock then told me, "Fill up Julie's cunt! Fuck her cunt hard and fast! She loves that!"

I was a little shocked hearing Karen using the 'C' word; it was one I never used. 

I heard Julie calling out, "Yes! Fuck me hard! You heard her; I need it now!"

She was still in a state of ecstasy from Karen's tongue and her hips were dry humping the air as her pussy was trying to find Karen tongue again or my cock so I virtually slammed my hard penis into her swollen pussy making her scream out in pleasure as I did. 

That started Issy up again. Why didn't she just watch television like everyone else?

Knowing I wouldn't last more than another minute or two I started fucking Julie harder and faster than I'd ever done before. I was pounding her pussy and was worried I could have hurt her but she kept calling out, "Oh yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Fuck me harder! Harder! Don't stop! Oh my god!"

It felt so different to be fucking her so brutally but I had to be quick as I could feel I would soon release any cum I had left. I lasted longer than I thought and was about to collapse from exhaustion when I orgasmed and I drove my cock in as deep as it could go as I splashed her insides.

Julie's orgasm was mind blowing as her pussy seemed to suck my cock dry then she fell silent and still. As I withdrew slowly from her pussy Julie's muscles clenched tighter and this time no cum escaped.

We all lay together on the bed for a while then I decided I needed to use the bathroom so I left the two women on the bed. When I returned I was surprised to see Karen over Julie's face as she returned Karen's cunnilingus. Julie laid there with her legs apart and her pussy gaping.

They were so involved in what they were doing neither noticed I'd returned. Julie's hands were pulling Karen's thighs down so she couldn't lift off her face. Karen kept moaning, "Oh god Julie; I love you doing this to me! Oh yesss!"

My cock was still hard so I slipped between Julie's legs and pushed my cock back through her gaping swollen pussy lips as hard and in as far as I could go and started to pound her hard like she'd just told me she loved it. Julie responded straight away and started pushing her tongue deeper into Karen who started screaming as her next orgasm arrived. 




Karma Ch. 03



Julie's hips started moving in time and matching my fast and hard thrusts and in no time she was screaming as she was cuming again. By this time Karen was sliding down Julie's body leaving a trail of mixed cum all over her. When she reached me I pulled my cock out of Julie and pushed it straight into Karen's freshly licked pussy.

While I fucked Karen I saw Julie's hips looking for my cock so I slipped three fingers into her while my thumb played with her clit until she orgasmed again. I had no more cum left and as soon as Karen orgasmed again I withdrew. As Karen slipped off Julie and made her way to the bathroom I saw Julie was in a daze and looked up with a Cheshire cat grin on her face and said, "Oh God! James, thank you. I never thought; would never have believed that you would do me like that!"

Karen returned and I took her hand and pulled her with me as I lay on the bed beside Julie and now I was in between two beautiful and well fucked women. I pulled up a light sheet and we held each other as we savoured our new relationship. Before I fell asleep I thought about what I had heard as we had made love and I wondered if it was Karen or me that had made up the threesome.

Maybe I was the clueless husband George had implied I was. I thought about what George was about to tell me before he went quiet as the girls returned that day. 

Before I'd shut him down he had honestly believed we were going to swap. What could've given him that idea I'll never know now. My thoughts were ludicrous. It was just my vivid male imagination running wild after my wife and I having had our first threesome and fucking the woman I had fantasied about so much.

In any case, I'd have to get a bigger bed; much bigger and soon; like tomorrow. I looked from side to side and saw them both just lying there watching me. I kissed both of them in turn on their lips very softly several times and I smiled as deep down I wondered if I'd ever really find out if there was any truth in what I'd imagined.

We awoke with a start as Amy cried out, "You three are disgusting! Mum and dad how could you do this. How can I face Todd again knowing what you lot have been doing!"

Julie and Karen looked a bit sheepish and embarrassed as they pulled the sheet up over their breasts but I knew better.

"Amy, firstly, you didn't knock and you could have walked in on the three of us doing it together again!"

That statement made the two women blush even more. Amy's eyes opened wide.

"Secondly, you can't talk. You and Todd have been going at it like rabbits."

Her response was quick, "I'm still a virgin. We've never..." 

I interrupted, "Amy, just think about it! The hot tub a week or so after Todd moved in and you lot didn't turn the alarm off. The four of you were there. Should I say any more? You're lucky I checked before I called the police; now that would have been embarrassing. So don't talk to me about what we've done."

Amy looked shocked and could only say, "Oh fuck!"

"Amy, Karen's moving into our bedroom from today and that will just be a reality of life in this house. She's your mother as well from now on. We won't stop what you four are doing. In fact, if you want to, both you and Todd can move in together. 

"It would save Todd having to creep back to his bedroom every morning before dawn and besides Amy, you're like your mother; you're a screamer."

Amy went bright red again and responded, "Daaaaad!"

I continued, "Now, what did you barge in here for?"

She was still blushing and sheepishly replied, "Laura and I, we just fancied making breakfast for you all this morning; the boys as well."

For days after I was worried about some of the things I'd imagined during the night and it made me think if there'd been more going on than I ever realized. I remembered George's words, "You really don't know!" Had I really been that clueless?

What they had said could've been interpreted either way; a moment of passion or maybe experience but as I watched the DVD a few times I started to speculate that maybe the two of them already had an intimate knowledge of each other. I prayed I hadn't been used and for my own piece of mind I had to accept that I hadn't.

A couple of months later Karen gave birth to a pretty little girl. It seems funny how when you get one pregnant female in a house another will always get pregnant... and I always thought it would've been Amy or Laura. Julie had another set of twins about nine months after our amazing first night together as three.

Karen lay naked with me in bed; Julie was resting in hospital. She rolled on to her side and looked at me lovingly for a little while. 

"James, do you remember when I visited you at work after you found out about George and Julie? You know we wasted so much time when you refused me. Really I wish we'd started a long time before that."

I just nodded.

"Before I left your office you promised me I could have two more babies. Well, I've had one of them already and I've been waiting for the right time to tell you. I've been bursting at the seams but it's been Julie's moment so I said nothing.

"I just wanted you to know that you didn't break your promise and now you'll need to buy me some more vitamin E oil. Remember we both used the last of it on Julie a few nights ago and well...I need it again."

I smiled and remembered I'd suggested to George I'd get Karen pregnant then thought about Karma again. I pushed her on to her back and after I worked my way between her legs I slipped my cock into her.

As she started moaning I said, "We'd better make sure you are before we go to pick up Julie and the twins and bring them home."

I starting wondering if I was affected by Karma; I was sure I was. My plans to retire early were blown apart with four little babies to help raise for the next 20 years.

The pretty widow from next door still called out at night in jest sometimes when Julie or Karen screamed out when they orgasmed. Issy had nothing to do every day and evening and became a daily visitor to help look after the babies and the three women became very firm friends.

It started when the twins came home and Laura brought her mother over to see them. It seemed that every time I turned around after that she was there helping with the three babies. She was still there when we brought Karen and our baby son home. She'd been coming over every day; Julie had even given her a spare house key.

I was sure some mornings as I lay half asleep in bed with Julie and Karen beside me that I could feel someone watching me...us. I never thought to use the surveillance system to check.

It had to happen and one night they all ganged up on me. The four teens all had car licences and were now at University and wanting their independence. I already knew that William wanted Laura to move in with him.

She lived with us most of the time anyway and always slept in his room. He'd kept saying it was only fair as Todd had moved in with Amy so long ago.

I came home from work and they were all in the family room waiting for me; even Laura and Issy. They all wanted to tell me about the new living arrangements. The three of them were moving out and they'd found a house nearby to live in. I asked about the bond and they told me they didn't need one. I asked where. They told me next door; Issy and Laura's place.

I looked at Julie and she looked at Karen then they both looked at Issy then the three of them all looked back at me. It was Julie who spoke up saying, "James, it solves all of our problems."

I thought to myself, "What problems? No one told me we had any problems." Everyone declared their support for what Julie had just told me. Had I missed something here? Had I fallen asleep while all of this was being discussed one night? I didn't mind but I had some concerns and I immediately raised them.

"And what, pray tell, is Issy supposed to do with three more sex crazy university students living with her? Join in?" 

I looked around at them. Laura blushed; Issy went wide eyed. Todd and William grinned. Amy just said, "Daaaaad!" 

Julie responded, "No silly! Don't you understand what's happening?"

I shook my head and answered, "No, I think I've lost the plot somewhere. Please tell me?"

Julie shook her head unable to understand my ignorance, "Issy won't be living there anymore. She'll be in Amy's old room next to the nursery. She wants to live with us to help look after the children. We discussed it and I've already told her she could. James she loves the babies like they were her own and she's such a big help."

Well, I least I knew what was happening and asked, "So when does all this happen?"

William spoke up and I looked over at him. His arm was around Laura's waist and she was snuggled into him. My mind drifted and I thought they looked really good as a couple. With his blond hair and her red hair they'd make some great looking grandchildren for us. God knows they practiced making them enough. Then I realized he'd stopped speaking and I hadn't heard a word he'd said.

"Pardon?"

He repeated, "Dad? We moved everything today. We've finished and only came back over to see if you were okay with it."

At least they told me so I had to be thankful for small mercies. It was better than coming home and finding out that they'd already moved... oh hang-on, they have!

So I asked, "So let me get this straight. None of you are working but you're moving into a house and no longer living here. Is that right? You want your independence?"

He seemed very proud of himself as he answered, "That's right. The four of us are sharing."

It was hard to keep a straight face as I asked, "So you're all staying full-time uni students aren't you?"

The four nodded.

"So who pays the rent and the utilities and the car registrations and the necessities like food and petrol let alone your uni fees? Hey, and don't forget the money you need to buy clothes and go partying with? Usually once you move out you pay your own way in the world. Are you all getting part-time jobs to pay for it all?"

They looked at each other and then to Julie then as one they said, "Mum?"

Julie looked at me with her mouth open. It looked like no one had even thought of how they were going to live and just assumed I'd keep on paying for everything.

By the time Julie said, "James?" I was headed for my study to escape and locked the door behind me.

I turned on the computer and selected the cameras I needed to use to watch and listen with and looked on as they stood around talking. They'd all just thought I'd be there with my wallet open. I knew I would but it would be worth it to know it was recorded for my amusement later. I saw Isabella walk to my study door and knock.

As she came in the others wanted to join us but I shut the door quickly and locked it again. For the first time I saw she was crying and I passed her some tissues.

She said, "James, I'm sorry I caused so many problems for you. I heard all our kids talking about wanting to move out and I suggested they could stay at my place and then I could move in here and help with the babies full time. Julie and Karen thought it would be a great idea. James, it was just a straight swap; no rent or bond. If you want I'll start moving my clothes back next door. I'm happy to let your kids stay there if they still want to."

I went over to her and put my arm around her shoulders. I felt her shudder.

Then I said, "Issy, you and the girls get on so well. You're all like sisters now anyway. God knows you lot drink enough sparkling wine together. I'm going to have to start buying it by the pallet to save money."

"Thank you for offering your house to them. I really don't mind at all. I feel so much better that they're staying so close. Are you sure this is what you want though?"

She looked into my eyes. I thought I recognised something familiar; perhaps a glint in her eye. Maybe it was just a leftover tear.

Then she answered, "I've wanted nothing else since the twins came home. I always wanted more babies around me but Ron died soon after we had Laura. I've been too afraid to get out and meet anyone else and now it's too late for me. Who'd want me anyway?"

I felt so sorry for her. More recently now that she was at our house most of the time she'd become bolder and seemed to take great delight in embarrassing me frequently by reminding me about Julie and Karen screaming out at night. 

I squeezed her a little and I thought I felt her drop a tiny bit like her legs just gave way slightly, then I said, "Issy, you're welcome to stay here as long as you want to or until you get sick of us. I can't believe you'd have any trouble finding a suitable man though."

Issy was a good looking woman and wanting to make her feel better and help her self-esteem I said, "Isabella, you're what every male wants in a woman and if I was single I'd never let you go." 

When I kissed her lightly on her cheek I heard her sigh. 

I was about to unlock the door when Issy said, "James?"

I turned my head to her and before I could do anything she kissed me on the lips then said, "Thank you. Everything's going to be so perfect from now on."

I unlocked the door and we walked out together and then Issy rushed into Julie and Karen's waiting arms. They all started crying as she told them I was okay with everything. What was wrong with them; they were all supposed to be happy?

We had to order take-away; the kids had cleaned out the pantry and the freezer when they moved out but they still stayed for dinner with us. After we ate I went grocery shopping with Issy. She was the only one who wanted to come with me; I didn't object as it gave me time to get to know her a bit better.

Issy stayed right next to me the whole time we shopped. I couldn't help but notice the big grin on her face every time we passed another woman, particularly ones she seemed to know or recognise. I think she was just so happy to be part of a large family again.

To be continued ...



Karma Ch. 03



"This is a nice place," he said, looking at the ceiling. "Really well put together."

I stared at the ceiling and it looked like... a ceiling. Leave it to Tony to ignore the decorations and go right to the structure around us. "I should just start calling you Bob Villa."

He laughed. "I can't help it."

With an amused shake of my head, I took him into Conrad's hall and found him an empty room, pointing out everything he needed to know then excusing myself.

I left him to put his things away and went to the bar. From the quiet, it was obvious that neither Conrad nor Daddy and company were here, so I figured I might as well settle in and get ready for them. Times like these made me wish I'd never given up using coke, as much pain and loss as the stuff had caused. I felt the siren's call of the little vial in my room, and it seemed like a really good idea right now. Rod was right, I thought morosely, I couldn't deal with this on my own.

I poured myself a stiff drink and downed it quickly, then refilled the glass. I preferred a good wine over liquor but right now I needed something more. The burn settled quickly in my stomach and I started to relax. I opened the glass doors and stepped out onto the snow-packed deck, taking the bottle with me. The cold burned into me, but I ignored it. I left the lights off and silently closed the door behind me.

The hot tub dominated the deck. I longed to just climb in and soak.

Stepping out to the exterior rail, my bare feet crunched in the snow. I stared into the darkness and just let the cold numb my feet. Sipping my drink, I cleared a spot on the rail and set the bottle down. It seemed impossible, but the snow was falling even harder now.

Even though I could only see the tops of some of the closest trees, they were right at the level of the deck. The ground behind the chalet sloped down steeply for a good ways.

I felt the heat leaching from me and refilled my glass. I knew I should go back inside, but the part of me that didn't care seemed to be in control of my muscles and I stayed there shivering in the snow. Setting my glass down beside the bottle, I cleared a wider area of the rail and climbed up to sit on it, with my legs dangling into the darkness below.

Here, I was alone. Not that I'd been any other way for very long. I emptied my glass and tried to refill it, but my numb fingers couldn't hold the glass and it dropped into the abyss in front of me. It was gone, as if it had never been.

Staring down, I felt a moment of vertigo and gripped the rail below me. I marveled at how easy that had been. One moment and the glass was gone. It was probably tumbling down the steep slope, unless it had smashed into a tree. I wondered if that would hurt much. Or for long.

My dark ruminations stopped when the door to the house opened behind me. "Regan?" Tony asked.

I thought about just pushing off. A few seconds and it would be over. They could bury me with my mother and no one would care, except for my friends. 

Thinking of Gina, I rejected the thought of jumping and cursed my lack of resolve as he walked up behind me.

"It looks like a long way down."

"It is," I assured him.

"Then let me help you back onto the deck. I don't want you to fall." He took the bottle from my hand and set it on the rail, pulling me back onto the deck with absolutely no effort. Standing me up in front of him, he eyed me critically. "And it's too cold out here for you to be out without a jacket or shoes. Come inside and we'll sit in front of the fireplace."

"I don't want to go in," I said petulantly. "I want to stay out here."

"If we stay out here, we need to be warmer," he said reasonably. "Let's step inside and get our coats and shoes."

So, he didn't trust me alone out here. He must have sensed something in my voice. This man was far more perceptive than I cared for right now.

"Let's get in the hot tub," I countered. "It's hot enough to keep us warm." I pulled the cover off the tub. What was I doing? 

I saw him grin in the darkness. "For some reason, I didn't think to bring my swimsuit with me."

I grinned back challengingly. "I didn't either. Come on, I promise your virtue is safe with me." Had I lost my mind? Getting naked in a hot tub with a man was just begging to be screwed silly, and I didn't really know him at all. It would never work. Still, part of me whispered that getting screwed silly had its upsides.

"Regan, you've been drinking and you might regret..."

I cut him off with a laugh, pulling my blouse over my head and tossing it to the side. "I've done so many things over the years that I regret that one more will hardly matter. I'm getting in the tub and you can either join me or go back inside."

He watched me strip and drop my clothes on the deck. I could see the interest in his face even in the dark. He wasn't superman or gay. That was a relief. I grabbed the bottle from the rail and set it on the side of the tub before stepping in. The hot water felt scalding before my body adjusted to the radical change in temperature. I settled into the water and let it flow up to my neck.

With a shrug, Tony disrobed with economical movements and stepped into the tub. His torso rippled with muscle and that kicked my hormones into a higher gear. Or maybe it was his erection. It bobbed as he settled into the water. Definitely not gay, though he sat almost out of reach.

I took a slug of liquor straight from the bottle and handed it over to him. He took a drink and set it beside him. 

"I think you're being too hard on yourself, but tonight isn't the right time to talk about this," he said, handing the bottle back over to me. "It's never too late to start again. Who hasn't done something we'd do differently now? You can't change the past, but you can decide to live the rest of our lives differently. Break the cycle."

"That's easy to say," I snorted.

Tony nodded. "And it's the hardest thing in the world to do. It means knowing who we want to be and intentionally making that leap of faith to leave the old us behind forever."

I sat quietly - mulling the magnitude of what he'd said - until he changed the subject to trivial, more mundane things. I gratefully entered into discussing what we liked and what we hated. We talked about food, wine and movies. We passed the bottle back and forth companionably. Inside five minutes, a comfortable sense of familiarity had replaced the tension. The more I relaxed, the more a sense of something being starkly wrong nagged at the back of my mind. 

It took me almost an hour to figure out what was really bothering me. When I finally pinned it down, I was shocked to my toes. Over the years I'd felt a deep sense of attachment to only a very few, select people. These people had become my closest and dearest friends, and it had happened in a matter of hours or days each time. We'd sit and talk and then, suddenly, it was as if we'd known each other all our lives. In each case we'd become lovers as well, usually soon after that.

The thing was that every one of these people who had become first friends and then lovers were women. Until now, I reluctantly admitted to myself. This is what had been nagging at me since I'd met him, but I hadn't been able to see the danger. This was really bad. How could this have happened? I was in my mid-thirties and had never felt this way towards a man, ever. Not even the ones I'd married. I'd long ago decided that while I was bisexual, I leaned more towards women. What the devil was wrong with me? It couldn't be the booze. I'd been as drunk and high on coke countless times. This had never happened before. Now that it had, I had no idea what it meant or what to do about it.

"Is something wrong?" Tony asked. He set the empty bottle outside the tub and stretched his back, causing his chest to ripple. My body reacted in a way that it shouldn't. Heat flashed back through me, and I wanted him right here and now.

Even in the hot water, a chill ran up my spine. I didn't understand what was happening and I needed space. Gathering what dignity I could muster, I stood up and let the water sluice off me. I was a little unsteady but a hand on the side of the tub served to let me regain my balance. Tony looked at me, and I could see the desire in his eyes.

With more strength than I thought I had, I stepped out of the hot tub and started gathering my clothes. "I'm going in and showering." That sounded abrupt and I heard a quiver in my voice that wasn't there very often. Whatever faults I had, lack of self-assurance wasn't usually one of them.

Tony hid the flash of disappointment well. If I hadn't been looking right at him, I would have missed it as he transitioned to a thoughtful nod and masked his initial reaction. I didn't think he was angry, though, like Rod would have been. He was just disappointed. He rose from the tub, grabbed his own clothes, and followed me in. "Good idea. We were going to wrinkle soon."

We went our separate ways and I left my clothes in my room before getting into the shower. I let the hot water run for a few minutes to scrub myself clean and then turned it cold. The icy water shocked my body, and I hoped it would shock some sense into me and quench these feelings. I didn't have any business feeling like this toward a man.

After I toweled off, I slipped on my robe and made my way back to my room to dress. I was surprised find Tony sitting on the edge of the bed. I was instantly unsure of myself. Was this the play for me that I hadn't thought was coming? He was fully dressed, so that didn't seem likely, but he was a man, after all.

"Your door was open, so I thought I'd just wait for you here. That's a nice piece of art," he said with a nod to the small painting on the wall. It was of a skier taking a slope with a spray of snow rooster-tailing behind her. "Is that you?"

I smiled but shook my head. "No, it's not me. I just saw it in an online auction and picked it up. I don't know him, but the artist does good work. Remember him if you need something. His name is Keven Braddock and he's in LA." I hesitated in stripping off the robe to dress but decided that was kind of idiotic after I'd flaunted my body in front of him already.

I tossed the robe onto the bed and started dressing in something casual. I could feel his eyes caressing me and cursed the flutter in my stomach. He didn't get up and try anything or make any comments. Maybe he wasn't going to try something after all.

He waited for me to dress and then he pointed to the dresser. "Mind if I ask what that is?"

It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about, and then I flushed. I casually put the vial into my pants pocket while I struggled for some reasonable explanation. Then I sighed, damning the feeling of guilt that caused me. I wouldn't lie to a friend like that and this was something that could ruin our budding friendship. Well, maybe it was all for the good if it did. That would at least get me out of the uncomfortable mental place where I'd cornered myself.

"It's coke." There. There it was. I'd done it, now to see where all the pieces landed now that I'd blown everything up. I watched him with what calm I could muster.

His face expressionless, he nodded. "I thought it might be. I heard people talking at the viewing, and one of them mentioned you'd had a drug problem, but he thought you'd kicked it."

The unasked question hung in the air. Was he wrong? I shook my head. "I went through rehab. I don't feel like talking about it, but I haven't relapsed for almost five years."

"Then why relapse now? Is it because of your mom?"

I shrugged and inexplicably felt tired. Pulling the plain wooden chair over, I sat down in front of Tony. "It's hard to explain. I haven't relapsed yet. Or I'm in the process of relapsing. Or I've relapsed but just haven't taken a snort yet." I had to admit to myself that when I hadn't said no, that I'd said yes. I just hadn't gotten up the nerve to snort it yet. That bastard Rod.

"But you want to?" Tony asked quietly.

I nodded slowly. "I'm tired of being down all the time," I said, the tears starting slowly down my face. "I can't handle this."

Tony took my hands in his. "I assume you quit for a reason the last time. Probably because it was messing up your life. Right?"

I laughed mirthlessly. "You say that as if you haven't heard all the rumors. I swear, I hate having relatives."

He shot a lopsided smile at me. "I try not to hold past bad behavior against anyone. Glass houses and wrecking balls, you understand. I won't say something stupid like 'it doesn't matter' but in truth, it's not relevant. I've only known you a little while but I can see something worthwhile inside you. Something honorable."

I snorted and shook my head. "You don't have my reputation."

"No, I have my own," he admitted. "But that isn't what I'm getting at. Let me put it this way. Paraphrasing Lois McMaster Bujold, a science fiction author, reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself. Our stress about it happens when the two aren't the same. Be true to yourself and to hell with what everyone else thinks."

He smiled at my startled expression. "Look, the past is just that: the past. It's the road we walked to get where we are, not who we are. If you don't like where you are in life all you have to do to change is walk away. As hard as that can be sometimes." He pointed to my pocket. "The question I will ask is: will that help you a week from now or hurt you?"

Bowing my head, I swallowed. "When I'm high, I don't feel bad, but it takes over my life. I'd have to say that coke helped push college and my first marriage to slow destruction. It took me falling apart, and a good friend intervening, to force me to get help. Gina kept at me until I couldn't deny it anymore. Then she stood by me and watched me like a hawk for months."

"That's a real friend," he agreed. "I'm surprised she isn't here now."

"I wish she were," I sighed, looking back into his compassionate eyes. "She's out of the country."

"If you haven't relapsed in five years, where did you get the coke? In town?" 

"No. Rod gave it to me."

"Rod?" he asked with a frown. "Your ex-boyfriend? He lives here?" 

"God, no," I said with some heat. "He flew in for the funeral. He's staying in the room next to mine."

Tony's eyes hardened. "He came in and just dangles that in front of you at a time like this?"

I shrugged. "Yeah."

With a visible effort, he brought himself back under control. "I don't think you should give up. That's what giving in would be. I don't think you're a quitter, Regan. Since your friend isn't here, let me step into her shoes." His eyes bored into mine. "You don't need that crutch. I'm here for you and I'll stay right here as long as you need me. That's going to tempt you every minute you keep it. Dump it. If you can't do that just for yourself, do it for your friend Gina, and for me. Please."

Indecision tore at me.

Finally, I nodded and dug the vial out of my pocket and tossed it onto the bed beside him. "You're right. Get rid of it."

When he shook his head, I stared in surprise and incomprehension. He picked up the vial and held it out. "You need to get rid of it, I think. Don't let someone else do it for you."

I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or get angry. "Why?"

"Because if you pass it off to me that's passing off the responsibility for your life to me. I want you to dump it. Take responsibility for your own life."

Taking the vial in my hand, I stood up on unsteady feet. Tony rose with me and followed me into the bathroom where I unscrewed the cap and tried to force my hand to dump it into the toilet. After a moment where I thought I wasn't going to be able to do it, I convulsively dumped it into the water.

"Flush it," he quietly commanded.

With the plunge of the handle, the coke was gone. Numbly I screwed the lid back on the empty vial and clutched it in my hand. Tony pulled me into his arms and held me as I started to weep softy.

"It's going to be okay," he whispered. When the tears finally slowed and my nose completely stuffed up, he walked me back to my room. He pried the empty vial from my hand and set it on the dresser before finding me some tissues.

In companionable silence, he let me dry my tears and regain my composure. I knew he wanted to talk some more, but he didn't rush me. I appreciated that.

The slam of the front door interrupted any further opportunity to talk. I jumped a little, looked at the open door to my bedroom and listened to see who was home. When I didn't hear any voices, I stood up and debated closing the door. I froze in my tracks when Rod appeared at the door and just sauntered in.

"Hey, Babe, I..." he drew up short when he saw Tony standing by the bed. "Who are you?" he demanded.

Tony didn't say anything, but his body language was crystal clear. Gone was the gentle man who had helped me get a grip on my life, and in his place stood an angry man. A dangerous man. His eyes, so soft toward me, were now chips of flint ready to spark a fire. I decided I had to act now before he did something I wouldn't regret.

"His name is Tony," I said with a cold toss of my head. I stood up and pointed to the door. "But I don't recall inviting you in, Rod, so hit the road."

Still glaring at Tony, Rod's eyes flicked around the room and I saw the hidden gleam when he saw the empty vial. His expression made me look down in shame that I'd almost succumbed to it and to him. "I just came in to talk about the weather, babe. No need to get all huffy. The snow has been falling non-stop."

Tony stepped in front of me.

"She said to go," he said flatly. "You can either go on your own or I'll toss your sorry ass out."

"I can handle him, Tony," I said as I gathered my anger. "We're done, Rod. Get out." My stuffed nose ruined my imperious tone.

He smiled knowingly at me and sauntered out the door, laughing. "You know where to find me if you want to talk about the weather."

Tony closed the door behind him and locked it. Then he took me into his arms. "I should've beat the shit out if him."

I smiled. "That'd be a really bad idea," I said. "Daddy likes him. I think Rod is the son he never had. I have to live under the same roof as him."

"No, you don't," he said softly. "Come away with me."

My head came up and I searched his face, trying to decide what he meant by that. Part of me struggled to shake my head and refuse, but another part of me was stronger and melted into his arms and I nodded. "Where will we go?"

His hand tilted my face to look directly into my eyes. "I still have the room I booked for tonight and tomorrow. We can share it." He must have seen the struggle in my heart because he covered my lips with his fingers. "No obligations. I promise that I'll be a gentleman."

A growing part of me didn't want him to be a gentleman, but I was grateful not to have to make a decision right now while I was upset. "Okay. Let me pack a bag."

"I'll be back in a minute after I grab my stuff. Don't open the door unless you hear me outside." For a second I thought he was going to kiss me, and I trembled, but he let me go.

After he left, I locked the door and started packing. I debated what to take and decided just to take what I needed for a few days. Screw the rest. My motions were wooden at first, but as I packed I gained resolution, and my actions became faster and firmer.

I was still gathering my makeup when I heard a knock at the door. I dropped my bag, and my heart suddenly pounded.

"Regan," Tony called through the door, "open up."

I unlocked the door and stared at him accusingly. "You scared the hell out of me!"

He laughed. "Sorry. Are you ready?"

"Give me a second." I picked my bag back up, swept my makeup inside, and zipped it. "Now I am."




Karma Ch. 03



He didn't waste time asking me if I was sure. Good. When he started out, I followed him. The great room showed no sign of Rod, so either he'd left again or was in his room. Even better. I briefly wondered where everyone else was as we put on our outerwear. Then I decided I really didn't care.

The only cars outside were Tony's Land Rover and a rental Mercedes I assumed was Rod's. There was still no sign of Conrad or Daddy. Excellent.

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A few false turns and half an hour later, we were at the Doubletree. I looked over the lounge. It wasn't the Waldorf, but it would do. I followed him to the room when he was done and it looked adequate, if small. It would be fine for sleeping. Then it hit me. The room was a single. I turned to look at Tony with a quirked eyebrow.

He shrugged and set his bag on the floor. "I expected to be alone when I reserved it. Don't worry; I'll sleep in the chair." He gestured at the uncomfortable-looking padded chair in the corner.

"If you say you'll behave, I believe you," I said with a shake of my head, setting my bag on the low-slung dresser. "The bed is big enough for both of us to sleep without trouble."

"I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable," he said quietly, opening the bag and moving his clothes and gear into one side of the dresser.

"That's sweet, but I won't. If I do, believe me, you'll know it." I unpacked and loaded my half of the dresser with clothes.

After we'd hung up the clothes that needed hanging and put our toiletries into the bathroom, I sat on the bed and wondered where this unexpected relationship was going. Then I shook my head. No, there was no relationship. None.

"Hungry?" Tony asked. "We can order room service."

"Not really," I said, "but don't let me stop you if you are. I'm all worn out."

"Then let's just get some sleep," he suggested. "I'll ask for a wakeup call while you get ready for bed."

I brushed my teeth and weighed my options. Part of me still wanted to go back into the bedroom and slake the growing lust I was feeling. If it had been a woman instead of Tony, I would have indulged, but I still felt held back. Staring at myself in the mirror, I shook my head. If I gave in to my desire, it would be for more than a piece of ass, and I still couldn't believe I felt this intensity in such a short time. I needed to sleep on it.

When I was done, I let him have the bathroom and pulled out a long tee shirt to wear over my panties. I turned off all the lights except for the lamp by my side of the bed. I settled in between the sheets and listened to him brush his teeth. This domestication came from out of nowhere and made me feel something I hadn't felt in a long time. Lonely. I sternly pushed back the feelings of warmth that his ordinary preparations for bed had raised. How had he managed to get through all my defenses with such ease?

I was still stewing in that hot soup of emotion when Tony came out of the bathroom in a pair of tight briefs and an undershirt. Somehow, the sight of him like that was much more erotic than seeing him naked. I smiled and patted the bed beside me without a word.

When he was under the covers, I looked into his eyes and slowly leaned forward until our lips touched, and I kissed him softly for a moment. If he'd have kissed me back and wanted more, I would've given myself to him, but he let me pull back without acting on the arousal I could see in his eyes.

"Thank you," I whispered and turned out the light.

The warmth of his body next to mine relaxed me in a way that I never would've imagined, though it also kept me awake long past the start of his soft snores, thinking - debating with myself. A smile crept across my face. 

I was thinking about him and wondering exactly what I had thanked him for when sleep took me.



Karma Ch. 04



Chapter Four: A leap of faith 

I woke up slowly, luxuriating in comfortable warmth. Then I realized I was half-sprawled across someone. A man - Tony - my suddenly awake brain informed me. His scent filled my senses with my face buried in his hair, my lips brushing his neck.

The rest of my body began reporting in and the news went downhill from there. My thigh was resting on an obviously aroused cock and his arm was between us, cupping one of my breasts through my tee shirt. Unconsciously I began gently moving myself against him. Then my forebrain caught up with my hindbrain and froze my hips. This was not what I wanted. 

Liar.

I lifted my head a little to look at his sleeping face. I wanted to kiss those soft lips again and I couldn't keep fooling myself about not wanting him. Now, with that out of the way, I just needed to decide if I would give in to my desires or not.  

I was still wrestling with myself when the phone rang. Tony's eyes popped open and we stared at each other from a few inches away. I could see his eyes flicker with surprise at the sudden realization that I was lying mostly on top of him. Then the alarm as he realized that he had a nice morning erection rubbing my inner thigh and my breast in his hand. I felt my nipple stiffen against his palm through the cloth of my tee shirt.

The phone rang a few more times while he got his brain in gear, pulled his hand away from my breast, and answered the phone. A murmur told me it was our wakeup call. When he hung up, I started to swoop in to take a kiss but he beat me to it, kissing me softly and pulling back from me.

"Sorry," he said, rearranging his briefs as he stood up. "I didn't intend to grope you." He looked embarrassed and I realized that he took his promise to behave very seriously.

"We were asleep. You didn't do anything I'm objecting to," I said softly. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Tony, I want you. And that scares me."

The spark in his eyes was impossible to miss. "Don't be scared. The feeling's mutual. However," he said regretfully as he climbed out of bed, "we have to get a move on or we'll be late."

With a nod, I slipped out of bed. "Do you want to shower first?"

"We could shower together," he suggested softly, pulling me closer with a hand on my hip.

"Not and get to the funeral home on time," I said, regretfully. "Go shower."

I brushed my teeth and sat on the toilet listening to him shower while pummeling my brain on how to proceed. The speed and force of my emotions were making me feel out of control again. I probably shouldn't have told him that I wanted him. That gave him power over me and I didn't know if any man could be trusted with that kind of control.

Tony turned off the shower and climbed out with water streaming down his body. His wet hair clung to his neck and shoulders and he looked like some kind of Greek god. The Regan of twenty years ago would have thrown him against the wall - at least she would have if he had been a woman - funeral service be damned. But I'd learned to restrain myself. Most of the time. Restraint still didn't stop the wave of lust that rolled up my body and lit me on fire, though.

Pulling my eyes from Tony, I stepped into the shower. The ritual of washing myself brought me some control and I felt much better by the time I climbed out and dried off.

Tony was putting his tie on when I came in and laid out the dress I'd picked for the funeral. I sat down and reached for my makeup, but stopped when I saw how badly my hand was trembling. If I tried to apply makeup while I was shaking like this I'd look like an extra from a slasher movie. I couldn't look like that in front of Mother. I couldn't disappoint Daddy.

Tony put his hands on my trembling shoulders. "You can do this," he said. "Take one step at a time and put one foot in front of the other."

I smiled wanly and nodded. "It's going to be the hardest thing I've done in a long time, but with you behind me I might live through it."

He kissed my cheek and backed off. "Get dressed and we'll go. Are you hungry?" I shook my head and slipped into a fresh bra and panties. "Not really."

He left me in silence to apply my makeup and dress. The familiar rituals calmed me and I felt almost human when we walked out to the car.

-----

Mourners packed the funeral home. The service didn't start for half an hour, but now we had local notables and family friends to add to the volatile mix of relatives and me. I probably should've been here earlier. I'd no doubt hear all about my failings before the service ever got underway. At least after the funeral, I would only have to deal with Conrad for one more day. Once the lawyer read the will, I could be on my way back to LA. I glanced at Tony and realized that I might not be heading to LA just yet, but I'd still be away from family.

Conrad was waiting for me. Someone must have tipped him off that I was here, and he was ready to plaster me before I even had a chance to catch my bearings.

"It's about time you decided to show up," he said, staring down his nose. "You should have been here over an hour ago to meet the family. And where's my SUV?"

I didn't even slow down and he had to leap aside to avoid me bouncing him into the wall. "Yesterday you told me to be less involved. Really, Conrad, for once in your life, show some spine and make a decision. Which is it? You've been hogging the limelight and I'm happy to let you have it. Choke on it. As far as the SUV, I left your stupid toy here in the parking lot."

The expression on Conrad's face left no doubt I'd confused him, so he switched tactics. "I don't want him here," Conrad said, sliding back in front of me and walking backwards. "He threatened one of my guests, and he has no business here while I'm burying my wife. He goes. And you're lying because my SUV certainly isn't in the parking lot."

I stopped and made him walk back to me when he didn't stop when I did. "Well then, we're even; I don't want you here, either," I assured him. "Once again, you think you're in control of me and my friends. Disabuse yourself of that idea right now. I do as I damned well please; and no one tells one of my friends that they have to leave my mother's funeral." I stepped up into Conrad's face and forced him back a step. Inside, a quiet part of me marveled at my reaction. Margot called me "the bulldog" when one of my friends was threatened. Again, it illustrated to me how Tony defied all my expectations and fit into my life anyway.

Thinking of Tony, I lowered my voice so as not to give Conrad another scene. "Rod was being an ass and deserved to be thrown out of my room," I continued without pause. "And if you don't want to be thrown into a hearse, you'd better get out of my way. If I make a stink and someone calls the police, I may not get my way, but I will guarantee you a three-ring circus that'll make you wish you'd never been born. As for your SUV, maybe it was towed, or better yet, stolen. I say 'good for the crooks' though it can't be worth much, as cheap as you are."

His face paled as he snarled and dithered.

Before I could see if he had a pair or not, Daddy stepped into the hall with Melissa beside him. Daddy was frowning like a thunderhead, and Melissa was shooting cold daggers at me with her eyes. I guess she'd hoped for a late-night meeting with Tony. She was ambitious; I had to give her that.

"Young lady, I am shocked at your behavior," Daddy growled. "I don't know what you're thinking, but threatening a guest of mine is inexcusable. So is running off to have an all-night orgy with a man you just met the night before your mother's funeral." He shifted his gaze to Tony. "I shouldn't have expected any better from the likes of you. Leave. You're not wanted here."

Tony didn't seem at all bothered by Daddy's disapproval. Or Conrad's. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

I shook my head. "He stays. Whether or not I slept with him is my business, Daddy. I don't tell you or your wife who you can or can't sleep with, so I'd appreciate the same courtesy. What happens in Vermont stays in Vermont, you know, unless the two of you would like to change the rules?"

Melissa flushed and her cold eyes heated with rage.

Daddy's expression didn't change. "Don't try to change the subject. We're speaking about you and your unacceptable behavior."

He didn't seem surprised when I said Melissa cheated. Interesting, but irrelevant. 

I smiled sweetly. "But Daddy, I'm just being a good little daughter and following in your footsteps. All I've ever wanted was to be like you. If you don't want your philandering or your wife's sleeping with people like Rod to be brought up, then leave my sex life out of this."

"I don't sleep around, and neither does Melissa," he said in an almost apoplectic rage.

His denial about his own behavior fell flat for anyone who knew him. As for Melissa, who knew what he believed? A better question was who cared?

"You've pushed me as far as I'm willing to go." He leaned in and I had to force myself to stand my ground. "That trust fund of yours and the settlements from those men you used and dumped might keep you in a comfortable house, but I know you want more. You want to be rich. I know your mother left everything to Conrad. If you continue to humiliate me this way, I'll cut you out of my will, too." His voice dropped to a harsh whisper as he wound down.

This wasn't the first time he'd played this card to good effect. I felt my heart rise into my throat. He thought using his money as a threat was what would motivate me. He never seemed to get that it was his approval that made me do what he wanted. I had to make the choice now between pursuing a relationship with a man, one that would probably end in disaster, and making Daddy happy. 

Daddy's hard glare told me I didn't have the luxury of time, either. I had to make that decision right here and now. Should I follow my heart or my mind? Was there really a choice? As always, he held all the cards. 

Then I remembered what Tony said yesterday. The past defined us, but we could choose to break the cycle. If we were willing to accept the pain and start again. Karma or redemption? Right now, I was at the cusp of two very different futures. One with Daddy's approval and one without any close family at all. I took a deep breath and made the most important decision of my life.

"Take your inheritance and shove it, Daddy. I never wanted your stinking money. I wanted something you can't give me. Come on, Tony." My voice was astonishingly level and somehow I wasn't shaking like a leaf.

Daddy looked stunned and Melissa looked triumphant as I pushed past them and into the funeral home. Conrad looked gay but that was probably natural. Now I noticed all the people around that had been staring at the confrontation, and I couldn't decide if the fact it would spread like wildfire was good or bad.

I went to the front row and sat down with Tony next to me, staring straight ahead. 

What had I just done? Was I right? Wrong? Stupid? All of the above? I felt my breathing start to speed up and the tears threatened to overwhelm me.

Tony took my hand in his, and I looked at him through my unshed tears. "I'm so proud of you," he said quietly.

I stopped a maniacal laugh in my throat through brute force. "I've just walked away from the only family I've ever known."

He nodded. "Just like I did. Now you don't have to fit into the mold of what they expect and demand. You can be who you want to be now."

That brought a small smile. "I already have a reputation for doing what I want in spite of the consequences."

"I didn't say free to do what you want, Regan. That's not the same thing as being free to be who you want to be."

I pulled a tissue from my purse and wiped my eyes. "I guess I don't understand the difference yet."

"We've got years to figure that out," he said confidently.

"We? Planning on being around for a while?"

"For a while," he agreed with a smile.

Conrad came up and sat stiffly down the bench from me as the minister walked up to the podium to start the funeral. I finally noticed that I hadn't seen Rod. I worried about where he was and what he was doing when I couldn't see him.

Nothing could be done about that now. Giving my attention over to the service, I ignored Conrad, though I felt his gaze on me several times.

-----

I cried through the funeral, but it went as well as that kind of thing can go. Many people got up and spoke about all the good things my mother had done, and how she had blessed the people around her. Some of it was real, but the rest of it was well-meaning tripe and posturing. All too many people said the right thing only so they could be seen doing it.

Near the end, I stood up and made my way to the podium, cutting off Conrad before he could walk to the microphone for the final eulogy. Conrad sat back down abruptly and glared at me.

Since I'd decided before the funeral not to speak, that must have surprised the minister but he took it in stride. I suppose he'd seen it all at these sorts of things. Looking out over the crowd, I felt the rising tension. They expected something bad to happen. I imagine that meant that word of my telling Daddy off had already made the rounds. 

I smiled at Conrad and then at Daddy for a moment. Then I focused on the crowd as a whole. "Everyone's spoken about all the good works my mother did in her life, but I don't think they've touched on the core of who she was. Let me tell you about my mother. She was a flawed woman."

At the swift inhalation of breath, I smiled a little deeper. "Yes, flawed. As flawed as we all are. Some more flawed than others." I spared a glance at Conrad without being obvious about it. "In spite of her own flaws, she loved me in spite of my flaws. She loved me, and I love her, still. Maybe that seems a little off topic from all the grand stories here this morning, but it's what's important to me. Despite our personal failures, we could love one another in our own ways. I'll miss you, Mom."

Wiping my face, I resumed my seat. Tony slid an arm around me and held me reassuringly close while Conrad walked stiffly to the podium and made the most pompous speech, seeming to focus more on him than her. Typical.

The minister closed the service and thanked everyone for coming. That seemed to cut loose the crowd and I again broke the rules and walked to my mother's casket one last time. I kissed her face and whispered goodbye. Then I walked out with my back straight and my head held high.

Outside, I'm sure Conrad would have done something nasty if I'd bothered to stop and try to speak to him. But I blew past him without pausing. Daddy and Melissa were already in the parking lot and he stared at me for a moment before deliberately turning his back and climbing into his car. Melissa's grin was predatory as she followed him. I tried to pretend it didn't hurt as Daddy turned his back on me.

"Come on," Tony said, leading me to his Rover through the dispersing crowd. People avoided me as if I'd caught the plague. "Time to go get roaring drunk."

"That sounds like a grand idea," I agreed with a sigh. "Drive on, MacDuff." I was glad I wouldn't be flying back to Knoxville for the burial. After all that had happened, I just couldn't bear to go and see her put in the ground. I just couldn't. Perhaps that is why she insisted that her will be read here tomorrow morning. Maybe she knew me better than I knew myself.

-----

Stopping on the way back to the hotel, I managed to find a bottle of François Villard St. Joseph Blanc 1996 and Tony snagged a bottle of Basil Hayden's Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey. That beat the hell out of the crap in those stupid mini-bars.

When we made it to our room, we saw the light blinking on the phone. "Get that, will you?" Tony asked as he set the bottles on the counter.

I dialed the desk and asked for any messages. The perky female voice that answered set my teeth on edge, but I just asked for the messages. 

"No messages, ma'am. We had a package delivered for your room," she said.

"A package?" I asked, surprised. "What kind of package?"

"It looks like a box of clothes," she said cheerfully. "A man left it for your room this morning."

"I'll be right there," I said and hung up before she could respond. "I think we need to shift hotels."

Tony shrugged. "That's fine. You go get the package. I'll pack and pick you up in the lobby in ten minutes. Just check us out."

With a nod I left him packing and walked to the office. The woman looked just as disgustingly perky as she sounded.

I presented my ID and room key and she handed me a cardboard box.

I took it and opened the lid to glance inside at the contents. It looked like my clothes and small personal effects. On top was an envelope with my name on it. I tore it open and scanned the short note.

Neither you nor your friend is welcome in my home any longer. Don't come back to my property. - Conrad

I crumpled the note. "We're going to be checking out early."

Unperturbed, the cheerful clerk nodded and processed us out. I stepped outside and went through the box in detail while I waited for Tony. Under all the clothes was another of Rod's vials. I gritted my teeth in rage, poured it onto the ground, and scattered it with my foot. Then I crushed the vial under my shoe. That asshole.

A minute later Tony pulled up and I climbed in. "Where to?" he asked.

"The Hilton," I said. "If I'm going to be disowned, I can at least celebrate in style. And they have rooms with a Jacuzzi tub."

He shook his head and smiled at me. Without another word, he drove to the Hilton.

-----

The Hilton and I had a real history. If you looked at it from the right perspective, that history was both good and bad. At least one incident had been both at the same time.

I shook my head and scattered the gathering thoughts. Tony was right. The past was the past and I couldn't choose to undo those long ago events, even if I'd wanted to. To be honest, considering how blissfully happy Gina was now, I wouldn't change that night one bit, even though I regretted the pain I'd help cause that night.

In the end, that strength and independence of Gina’s was worth all the pain she'd endured, even if I was sometimes mystified at her taste in husbands. Still, he made her happy and if that's what she wanted, it's what I wanted for her. I didn't have to understand. I just needed to love her. I did envy the happiness she'd made for herself, though.

A glance and a smile back at Tony reinforced how life sometimes took a left turn and tossed all our plans and expectations on their heads. Maybe I needed to reevaluate my opinion about Gina's husband, since I had to re-examine everything in my life. Even knowing Tony as little as I did, he and Gina's husband seemed to have a good bit in common. They were both in good shape, but more importantly, they had a similar strong self-assurance. I found the similarities a bit disconcerting and just a little bit ironic.

With a laugh that drew a surprised look from Tony, I walked quickly into the lobby and straight up to the desk clerk.

"I need a suite with a Jacuzzi," I said, sliding my ID and credit card over.

-----

An hour later we were safely ensconced in a nice suite and sitting naked in the Jacuzzi, sipping on our drinks. Well, he was sipping and I was closer to gulping. I expected him to tell me to slow down or something, but he didn't. After the first glow hit me, I slowed down and watched him from beneath my eyelashes.

"Aren't you afraid I'll drink myself into a stupor?" I asked.

"I wouldn't say 'afraid', but I am worried about it," he admitted.

"Then why aren't you stopping me?"

He smiled and shook his head. "If anyone deserves to get falling down drunk tonight, it's you, and I won't stop you. If you do, I'll make sure you get safely to bed, so don't worry about it."




Karma Ch. 04



My thanks again to Glenda Fiddich for invaluable support, advice and encouragement. 

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A week later I left work at lunch time and as I turned into our street I noticed there was a strange car parked in the driveway. As I got closer I realized that whoever it was had parked in the middle, in front of both garage doors so I did what any normal slightly pissed off husband would do; I parked them in. 

As I did I remembered all those stories I'd heard of loving husbands coming home early and finding a strange car at the house only to find their wife in bed with another man. Then I laughed to myself as I completely discounted the idea while I thought about the loving women waiting inside for me.

Over the past couple of years Julie would always let me know if they were expecting any visitors but she hadn't so I wondered if it was one of Karen's or Issy's old friends who'd called in unannounced. I'd even stopped checking on them during the day. 

As I moved toward the front door I heard a man's voice and held my breath then listened more intently as I approached. He sounded vaguely familiar but whoever it was he seemed to be raving so I hoped they hadn't let some weirdo into the house. 

I walked in not knowing what to expect and as I did they all turned around to look at me; I recognized him straight away. I never thought I'd ever see him in our house but with Karen and Isabella living with us maybe I should've. 

Both Karen and Issy were on the verge of tears while Julie was trying to stay out of the way and look after the babies. Then he launched into me without waiting for me to even say hello. That was his second mistake; his first had been harassing them.  

To start with I said nothing and tried to show some respect for his position in our community. Then it became personal; he accused me of turning the women in my life into whores. 

I was angry and told him he if he didn't settle down I'd throw him out. He soon stopped and I responded to his tirade. "Issy's a live-in nanny. She offered to help Julie and Karen and assist with the babies. There's no sex or anything close to it and the women are just good friends. So it's very unchristian of you to be listening to gossip and you should get your facts right before you start believing unfounded rumours! 

"Anyway, from what Issy's told me she hasn't had any visitors from your church in a very long time; that includes you. We must be the only true friends she has. 

"It's different with Karen. Unlike some of your 'god fearing' parishioners, Julie, Karen and I aren't having an affair hurting our spouses and loved ones. The three of us are in an open, loving and lasting relationship. How many of your parishioners are divorced from adultery? From memory there's quite a few.

"After Karen's husband's death we took her and Todd in; the only thing she got from your church was a bill for the funeral! No one from your church offered her any assistance and I didn't see you lot offering to help pay her mortgage or living costs and put her boy through university. 

"She came here as our friend; we treated them like family. If she hadn't she might've been out on the street homeless by now and maybe having to prostitute herself to survive. Our relationship developed a long time after she was widowed; it was a natural progression from our very close bond we'd had for many years. 

"In any case, I've been to some of your services and heard you quoting verse after verse from the Old Testament. You'd know that what we're doing now was perfectly acceptable then, so don't start picking and choosing or misquoting sections of it to suit yourself.

"It's not right that religions keep making up rules for their own twisted morality where it's okay to cheat on your spouse so long as you confess it in church or have priests protected after they destroy the innocence of young girls and boys. 

"Karen and Todd are part of our family now. We love and care for them; just like we do for Issy and Laura. Now, is there anything else you want to say before you leave? You'd better go now but if you ever want to come back and treat them like you should, you'll be most welcome."

I closed the door after him when he left then I waited. A few minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. When I opened it he politely asked if I could move my car.

One evening the following week Julie revealed that the minister and his wife had called around for coffee. He'd apologised to them all and they sat with them talking about the love and caring in the house. He had more guts than I'd given him credit for; he even promised to call back again soon; one day when I was home.

A few weeks later I wanted to take the three women in my life to dinner. I'd secretly arranged for the University students next door to come over to look after the babies so just the four of us could go out together for the first time. 

Laura was working for me every Friday now as a student placement as part of her Accountancy degree; it gave her spending money as well. I'd quickly confirmed she was a very bright and an extremely intuitive young woman and I'd already promised her full-time employment when she graduated; besides I was sure she'd be family by then. 

We'd left work early and I dropped her at home then parked on the driveway for a change and entered through the front door. Laura had told me she'd be over shortly to allow the women plenty of time to get ready. They hadn't been told so it would be a surprise they wouldn't soon forget. 

As I entered I could see the babies were all lying asleep on the carpet in front of the television and the three women were sitting at the table in the kitchen drinking wine.

I walked in very quietly so as not to wake the little rug rats. The women were laughing; it was good to see them enjoying themselves while they were having a break. I stood there admiring the view and thinking that Issy was fitting in so well. It was obvious they hadn't seen me come in and they hadn't heard me either over the noise from the television.

I almost choked when Issy unashamedly asked, "So Julie, Karen was telling me earlier that you've been having threesomes now for well over three years. I'm really stunned about how much you both love them. I can only imagine how good it must be with James when I hear you most nights." 

Their talks had become quite risqué of late after a few wines but my God what were they talking about? Anyway, she's got her dates all wrong. Karen and Todd hadn't been with us that long! Still, my heart was beating faster; I knew she was mistaken but I didn't move a muscle as I continued listening.

"I'd never realized you had them before Karen moved in though. Have you ever had another man to join the three of you to even the numbers; some people think that might be more fun? That's what I've read on the internet anyway."

Before they moved in? That's impossible! That can't be true! Oh fuck! I was thinking about letting them know I was there but for my own piece of mind I needed to hear what they had to say. Right at that moment I knew in my heart if I stopped them now they'd probably never tell me the whole truth and my mind would never rest until I knew what had gone on. 

Karen responded, "Issy, Julie and I talked about it when George was alive; James never knew. Originally we thought it would be fun to swap; just the four of us. But you know Issy, we've waited a long time for what we have now and neither of us wants to change anything. We're not interested in another man; we have the only one we want. 

"We both love him. It took so long to finally get him and we almost lost him in the process. Besides, James told Julie a couple of years ago about how he felt about sharing his wife with another man; he wouldn't have done it anyway."

I silently breathed a sigh of relief hearing that I was the only man they wanted in their lives and they remembered how I felt about having other men join us. 

Issy took a sip of her wine then continued, "So Julie, before that did James join you both at Karen's old place because she's only been living here for just over two years now?"

What the...? I was caught short with what she'd just said. Issy did know her dates. Oh fuck! Something must've been happening before Karen moved in with us; I knew it wasn't with me!

Julie answered, "No silly, James has only had us both since Karen's been living here. Before that it was George at their place until James found out about George fucking me when he decided to take me here at home one day without Karen and James around."

I just stopped breathing and held my breath as her words kept rebounding in my head. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure they could hear it. 

"He must've wanted to do it really badly. George knew I'd never let him touch me unless Karen was with me so he got me tipsy. I don't know if you've ever been told but James has this house full of security cameras. He didn't miss much back then and discovered it almost immediately and he almost divorced me within days."

Issy sounded surprised, "You and James... almost divorced; I can't believe that! Never in a million years! Any fool can see he loves you too much. God, if the neighbourhood women had known that at the time they would've been lining up at the door for him and I would've been first in line.

"They're all so jealous of what you've both got here and now they think I'm involved as well. I should be so lucky! Please don't tell them any different." 

Julie gave a half smile at what Issy had just said then frowned as she continued, "Issy its true! It was so close. The papers were drawn up and everything. I wanted to curl up and die when a friend told me he had divorce papers prepared. I thought my world had come to an end but then James suddenly forgave me. 

"He never told me why and I was too afraid to ask or even talk about what had happened apart from telling him how sorry I was but I knew then how much he loved me. 

'I'll never forget that night after it had happened James reminded me how he felt about fidelity in marriage and his total intolerance of cheating. He must have known then and made sure I knew what had happened was totally unacceptable and there was a high price that had to be paid. 

"Before that I thought he would've been interested in swapping because he got on so well with Karen. We were such close friends for such a long time and did absolutely everything together. In fact I thought it was a certainty but I'd forgotten how uncompromising he was in things like that. It was something we'd seldom talked about. 

"He almost used to reduce Karen to orgasms when he massaged her and I thought he did it deliberately; he must've never known what he was doing to her. I honestly thought he was interested in her; I was sure he liked her a lot. Did I ever get the shock of my life; it was completely unexpected.

"I felt so guilty when I found out he knew that I wanted to make it up to him so I told him he could fuck Karen; she was willing and waiting but it didn't happen until a long time after she moved in with us. When neither of them mentioned it again I thought they were fucking; making up for all the times I'd been with George. 

"It turned out James never touched her; I didn't know but when I think back about why he didn't, it makes sense... she was married.

"After it all happened I wasn't surprised when we realized he had a PI watching us. I don't know if he still does or not but I sometimes I wonder. I quickly realized I'd destroyed his trust in me. I think I regret that the most but that was only part of the price I paid... what distressed me as well was how much pain I caused him. 

"I don't think he ever knew what we were doing or planning though. We were sure he only knew that George had fucked me the once. I never realized he could've been so upset by just that one time. Thank god he never knew what was going on.

"That must've hurt him so badly; he's never told me how he felt but I could see it in his expression whenever he looked at me. I think it was made worse because he was so sick at the time; we wanted him to go to hospital. 

"Issy, I was so lucky. I'll never even think about another man for as long as I live. He's the only one I ever wanted and funny enough I never really enjoyed sex with George. It was different and brutal; it was a change and I'd like to convince myself that I didn't really have a choice, that's all."

What I was hearing sickened me but I listened without saying a word. Maybe I'd have been better off if I'd never known. I was dumbfounded. I stood there totally shattered; I was crushed. It felt like she'd just torn my chest open and ripped my heart out.

I couldn't grasp how'd she'd been having threesomes for more than a year before I caught them. I'd only known about the one time with George and thought that was it. At the time I'd shouldered the blame and forgiven her.

Karen knew all along and had lied to me. She'd been with Julie and George every time they'd had sex but had told me nothing had happened between them. I'd trusted her and believed her completely. She told me it was just the once so to hear he'd been fucking Julie for so long was nauseating; it was totally soul destroying.

I stood there motionless; absolutely devastated. My chest was tightening. I never considered myself a husband that would ever want to hear about his wife's infidelities but I needed to know more. I remembered how much pain watching the DVD had caused me. 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I used my IPhone to activate all the cameras throughout the house just in case; I didn't have the patience to be selective and choose any specific one or two.

Issy looked at Karen who was just nodding her head agreeing with Julie. She then turned back to Julie and asked, "How'd it all start then?

Julie hesitated so Karen responded, "It was probably all my fault to start with Issy. I'd fantasized about having sex with James for years; actually since we first met him, then one night when George and I were having sex I called George 'James' by mistake. 

"I'd my eyes shut and was pretending it was James fucking me like I did almost every time; it was the only way I could cum. When I said it George started to fuck me like he was possessed. 

"I loved what he was doing to me so much and orgasmed over and over again. While he was fucking me he asked me if I was having sex with James and I figured it was why the sex was suddenly better. I thought he was fantasizing about it as well so I told him I was and he exploded in me then just kept on fucking me. 

"So after that, every time we made love I had to tell him how and when James made love to me. I never told Julie but that was why I'd get her to tell me how James made love to her then I could pretend it was with me when George fucked me again. 

"One day over lunch, a little while after Julie had lost the baby she was telling me her latest stories of how good a lover James was. We'd both had far too much to drink and it somehow led us to have a girl-girl moment. We were in the middle of it when George slipped in to the bedroom. He'd come home for lunch and heard us. 

"He said later he thought I was with James and was going to have it out with him but I really think he just wanted to watch and maybe join in. I knew both were favourite fantasies; another was fucking Julie. 

"He saw it was Julie so decided to avenge his being cuckolded or maybe do something he'd wanted to do for so long; who knows. It turned out he'd honestly believed I was fucking James on the side. Once I found out he really believed that I was, I could never bring myself to tell him the truth. 

"I was so afraid his love making would return to the pathetic attempts of before and in the end it turned out it did. I knew he was turned on by listening to my stories of my cuckolding him. 

"When he discovered us we didn't see him but he later told us he took some photos while Julie was ummm... between my legs. She was naked on her hands and knees and he just walked up behind her. 

"He dropped his pants and moved in behind Julie and slammed his hard cock into her... of course she didn't expect it and orgasmed straight away and as she did she pushed her tongue as deep as it would go into me and I came as well. 

"George just pounded Julie's pussy hard and fast... she told me later she'd never been fucked that way before. When he finally came in her and pulled away exhausted, Julie was left a quivering mess sprawled out over me. Realizing what had happened, I rolled out from underneath her and turned her over; she just lay there looking dazed. Then I went down on her and ate George's cum from her. 

"For some reason I had this strange idea if I could eat all his cum there'd be no DNA evidence if she pressed charges of rape. I realized later how silly that was. While I was doing it Julie couldn't help it and just kept cuming and cuming; she couldn't stop herself... or me.

"George took some more photos then he fucked me from behind like he did to Julie; I couldn't believe how much better it felt; no wonder Julie was a wreck by the time he'd finished fucking her. 

"I think he was really turned on watching me going down on Julie. I didn't want him to stop so I kept working on her pussy. He'd never fucked me like that before; never so rough... so hard and fast or so long. 

"When he was finished with me he waited until Julie recovered a bit then he made her lick and suck his cock clean. She'd never done it before but by the time she finished, George had her nearly doing deep throat. Then he made her lick his cum out of me as he fucked her again. I'd never cum so much in my life; god she was good at it.

"He made her deep throat him a few weeks later; Julie told me she'd practiced on James to get it right."

Oh fuck! I remember when she started to suck my cock; she'd always refused before. I'd suspected Karen was somehow behind her new interest at the time in my cock but I never in my wildest dreams would've believed why she was doing it till I heard it then. My pain mushroomed when I realized she'd only done it to me to practice getting it right for him. What a... what a fucking bitch!

She continued, "So after that every Wednesday when I picked Julie up for a bit of shopping we'd end up back at my house for lunch and bed sports. Although he was never invited, most times George showed up as well and threatened to show the photos to James if she didn't let him fuck her again and try some different things with her. I tried to talk George out of doing it but he just kept saying it was fair and reasonable pay-back. 

"To make up for what George was doing to Julie we decided it was only fair for James to be doing it to me in a threesome as well but in all the years we'd know each other James had never done anything inappropriate. We even tried a holiday together but even then with all the opportunity and temptation we gave him he didn't stray.

"We decided that he needed to get his hands on me innocently to start with to get him used to touching me. We honestly believed James would soon join us in our own threesome or maybe agree to a swap. So we came up with the idea of getting him to regularly massage me. We sent him on a weekend massage course so that he might get carried away doing it one day. 

"We hoped it would lead to something exciting but James never went any further; he refused to do a full body massage on me at the time; he only gave them to Julie. Now they are to die for Issy if you can ever convince him to give you one. 

"We quickly discovered George wasn't happy about it so Julie agreed to let him massage her shoulders as well. I don't think James was too happy about George touching Julie either.




Karma Ch. 04



"I'd pleaded with Julie not to let George know that James hadn't touched me because sex with George had become so much better. Julie kept doing it because she was worried about the photos he kept saying he'd show James. Maybe in hindsight we just should've called his bluff and stopped altogether.

"George planned what he did to Julie here in the house for months and one day the opportunity presented itself. I didn't know he'd fucked Julie while they were supposed to be making lunches and when we got home he fucked me for ages and I loved it. 

"That was the night he got mugged and his injuries put an end to our love making for weeks. It was a bad time as I was trying to get pregnant and in the end I was lucky I did. 

"When I realized James found out what he'd done I was hoping it would finally lead to regular swapping or at least a threesome with him. I only had to work on James to get him interested in me but at the time I never knew about his thoughts on fucking other men's wives. 

"I offered myself to him at his work as pay-back and I was so sure he'd fuck me there and then on his desk like in my fantasies but he knocked me back; I was even prepared to let him get me pregnant. I was stunned that he'd refused me and I was heartbroken at the time. 

"George soon found out that James had never fucked me; I think James must have told him. James ended their friendship and poor George was never the same after that. James was his only true friend. George was so miserable all the time and for a while was really angry at me and I got blamed for everything. 

"After James spoke to George he seemed on tender hooks all the time. He never told me what was said but he must've been thinking James would sack him or even beat him up at any moment. He never knew James had promised me he'd keep him working. 

"Once George realized he'd never get near Julie again he seemed to lose interest in sex and it went back to what it had been before and he started drinking. 

Issy replied, "Wow Karen, that's steamy stuff. What about you Julie? I can't understand why you'd keep going back to Karen's every week if you knew George was going to fuck you when you didn't enjoy it?"

Julie then explained, "Well, it's kinda hard to explain Issy. I loved what Karen and I were doing; that was really special. When I said I didn't enjoy what George did to me it's difficult to put into words. 

"I didn't enjoy it like the sex I have with James. George was so different; he was rough and very demanding; quite often he hurt me but I found I sorta liked that for a change, so I was okay to keep going back for more; besides, he was blackmailing me. It's strange but I found part of me used to sorta look forward to it.

"We justified what we were doing by convincing ourselves it would soon lead to a swap then Karen could finally find out how good James was and I was positive James would love it with her so making everything up to him. I love watching them together now.

"Deep down I knew what we were doing at the time was wrong and I tried so hard to make it up to James every Wednesday night after George fucked me; in fact every night. But I always knew James loved our Wednesday nights best; he still does. 

"They were always so special and I'd look forward to making it up to him just that little bit more after letting George fuck me during the day. Quite often I was so sore after what George did to me that even James being as gentle as he is hurt me more but I never let him know."

Oh god! She'd sucked on his cock and I'd kissed her. What a whore! She'd probably even given me sloppy seconds. I'd eaten her out every time before we made love... which meant... oh shit! I don't know how I wasn't sick.

She kept talking, "I did learn a lot of things from George that he made me try and do though. This made my love making to James so much more exciting; I knew he loved it. I have to be thankful for that. I'd always spend hours in the shower when I got home to remove every trace of George from my body. 

"I'd never give James sloppy seconds although George wanted me to; I could never understand why. It must've been a male thing. Being with George was never planned; it was a bad mistake. Sadly it happened and I stupidly let it continue. I realized too late he was too scared of James and never would've shown him the photos."

Shit... I should've realized when she started wanting everything differently when we made love that there was something going on... what a clueless fool I'd been. In my confusion I could hear Issy asking, "So Julie, you'd never cheated on James with another man before George?"

I barely heard Julie answer, "Issy, I'd never had sex with any man but James before in my life and it should still be that way now. If I could reverse what had happened I'd give anything to do it so I didn't hurt James again. 

"Before James found out about what had happened, I was too scared to stop George but I'd only agree to do it with him when I was with Karen; when we were... you know... being intimate. It gave me the courage and helped me accept what George made me do every time. It was the only time I'd do it with him. Then everything fell to pieces when he fucked me here. 

"Just to make sure we didn't cross the line once James reminded me that night how he felt, Karen and I stopped. He almost caught us talking about it; luckily we were whispering and he never heard us when he walked into the room. We'd discussed it and never even mentioned it again till now; it was like it never happened. 

"Now we both only get together with him and I know he loves to watch us and join in. 

"Karen told me James thought George had only fucked me just the once and I've never told him what had been going on so he doesn't know. He still doesn't suspect any of this so you have to promise never to tell him." 

It all came flooding back to me and my chest starting aching even more and I had trouble breathing. I was in such pain; I was sweating and feeling nauseous. My head was spinning and I was feeling dizzy. I was betrayed in the worst possible way by the people I loved the most; I could feel tears in my eyes. 

To make matters worse I heard the rumbling of thunder through the nearby mountains and I knew it must've been George laughing at me. Karma was a bitch.

I should've stormed into the kitchen and abused them for what they'd done to me but I didn't. I probably couldn't have anyway; I could barely breathe let alone stand as I turned and stumbled as I went to pack my bags. There was nothing worse they could've ever done to hurt me.

My movement must've caught Issy's attention in her peripheral vision. She turned in her chair to look and as I wiped my eyes I heard her exclaim, "Oh! James!" 

As she said it the other two instantly turned around to see me. 

I heard Julie crying out, "Noooooooo! James nooooooooo! God nooooooooo!"

Karen called out, "Oh shit no!" 

Then they all burst into tears as they left the table to come to me.

Their sudden cries startled the babies who woke screaming. Between the women calling out and the screaming babies, I made my exit and staggered to the master bedroom locking the door behind me as I went.

They were soon pounding on the door pleading for me to let them in. Julie was crying as she begged, "James, please; it's not like you think! Please open the door for us. We need to talk; to explain everything. Honey, please?"

Explain everything? I'd just heard them tell Issy what happened; how the fuck could I think it would've been any different. Did they want to tell me more lies? I leaned against the dresser and threw clothes I would need for a few days onto the bed.

I could barely respond, "I heard it all Julie! Just leave me alone! You've lied and cheated on me in the worst possible way; both of you! All this time; it's all been one big lie! You've both betrayed me. How could you do that? I'm sure you both think it's so funny that I was so clueless and trusting."

My chest was really hurting now as I struggled to say, "I've loved you both so much and to hear what you did to me. I... I..." 

I just couldn't explain to them what I felt in my heart and what they'd done to me.

Julie pleaded, "No honey; we never thought that! Please let us in; we need to sit down and talk. We haven't betrayed you; please? We'd never do that to you. We'll tell you everything! You're the only man in our lives. We love you so much!"

Karen spoke up, "James, we'd never hurt you. Please open the door for us. We need you!"

As I pushed my clothes and toiletries into an overnight bag I heard Julie saying to Karen that she knew where there was a spare key to the door and they both rushed off to the garage, I imagined; that's where I always kept the spare keys. 

Where ever they were going it gave me time and I opened the door and left before they returned. I had no idea why Karen had gone with her; maybe to keep giving each other moral support. At least with them both gone it gave me clear passage to my car.

The carpeted floor and the soap on television masked the sound of my movement. As I struggled through the lounge room Issy looked up from where she sat on the floor with the babies; she was in tears as well. I shook my head slowly and put my finger to my lips as I passed her; I was surprised she stayed quiet as she just sadly nodded her head. 

I could barely walk from the pain in my chest and the shortness of breath as I stumbled out the front door. Luckily my car was in the driveway and not the garage. 

I brushed past Laura who spoke to me; she'd been about to open the door. I could see she was talking to me but I didn't hear her and just shook my head in response. 

I stumbled again and needed to sit down urgently before I fell so I opened my car door and slid into the seat. Then I started the car and reversed out of the driveway as if on autopilot just like I'd done a thousand times before. 

I was leaning over the steering wheel hoping it would somehow make me feel better. Suddenly I felt unbelievable anger at what I'd just overheard and in my rage I slammed my foot down hard on the accelerator. I wasn't going anywhere as my back tyres just spun and the rear of the car moved sideways in the smoke for a moment or two. 

Out of the corner of my misty eyes I saw Laura standing on the footpath looking at me; she must have followed me as I reversed. Her hands were up at her cheeks and her mouth was moving; she was calling to me. I heard nothing but the awful scream of the motor as it redlined and the loud squeal of the spinning wheels. 

What a pathetic noise from a high revving piece of Japanese plastic I thought as I remembered the deep throated rumble of the fully worked engine I had in the convertible I traded for the first of many "family cars" after William and Amy were born. 

Well they could go and get fucked now for all I cared as the rear tyres finally gained traction and I sped off down the road. I looked in the rear vision mirror one last time and through the smoke saw Laura running up my driveway towards the front door. 

Then I just followed the traffic to nowhere in particular. I usually relaxed while I was driving and soon settled down. I had nothing planned; so I just drove. My phone started ringing almost immediately and it automatically went to the radio so I turned that off and just listened to the phone ringing and ringing and ringing.

I just kept driving and my phone just kept ringing. In the end I no longer noticed it. The blinking light on the dash told me the Lexus needed petrol so I stopped and filled up at the next petrol station that just happened to be a truck stop. 

I didn't eat; unless you consider the aspirin that I bought and took far too many of to try to relieve the pain; I wasn't hungry. From experience I knew what was coming if I ate. When I returned to the car there was a strange silence; my iPhone had run out of battery.

All I could hear in my head was Julie and Karen telling Issy how they'd betrayed me; over and over. The cheating and the lies from my loving wife and her best friend; the woman who I thought of as a second wife as well as my lover; now my wife's lover and one time pimp. 

I didn't even care where I was or heading and drove around until I was so tired that I pulled over and slept. Well, it was supposed to be sleep but it was all nightmares and I kept waking up screaming or in a cold sweat. In the end I was too scared to sleep so started driving again. 

Morning arrived and I needed to piss. I was feeling hungry and thought I could finally keep something down so drove down the road to a McDonalds to satisfy both needs. 

I parked out the side and went in to relieve my bladder and buy my coffee, burger and fries. I was surprised I kept it down and was walking to my car and was about to hop in when three men I'd seen inside approached me and asked if I had any change or some cigarettes I could spare. 

I didn't smoke which seemed to irritate them. They looked agitated so I gave them the few dollars change I had in my pocket then I went to get back into my car. One of them pulled out a handgun and motioned me away from the door. 

I was worried he was going to pull the trigger and all I could think about was my children and if I'd ever see them again. I still didn't feel very well and must've been moving too slowly for them. Two of them grabbed me and took my car keys then pushed me aside. I honestly thought I was about to be shot. 

I shouldn't have panicked but I did and felt a searing pain deep in my chest. As I landed heavily everything went black all around me. I heard someone screaming nearby as my car raced away then the sound of people around me talking. There was a siren and I was being lifted as I drifted in and out of consciousness. 

"A female voice was telling me I'd be fine and asked about family they could contact. Somehow I answered, "No one is to know; contact no one. No family!"

I vaguely remember a pen being put held in my hand as I signed some papers on a clip board; something about a medical release and insurance I think they told me. 

I slowly realized I could hear a series of steady beeps all around me. My mouth was dry and my throat was sore; I was really hungry as well. Everything was black and I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't. 

Not being sure what was happening I decided to stay quiet. It wouldn't have mattered anyway; I couldn't move for some reason. I could hear groaning and snoring and people talking. I still couldn't open my eyes but as my mind cleared I realized I was in a hospital. 

The nurses came and went and some even stopped at my bed. I tried so hard to let them know I was awake. Time dragged on for me; I had a lot to think about and the only relief I had from my personal hell of remembering what they'd done to me was sleep but it was a torment of another kind as it was all only nightmares.

I started to recognise all their voices but one day I heard new ones next to my bed; two of them and they sounded very familiar. I heard a gasp and a woman crying; then she hugged me. 

My mind was trying desperately to work out who she was as I heard some orders and I felt movement as the bed I was on was moved elsewhere. All the time the woman was nearby crying as she followed. The man with her was comforting her. Then I realized who it was; it was Laura. How had she found me?

There was only the one constant beep now and no sounds of other patients. I must've been moved to a quiet private room nearby. If I concentrated I could hear the steady sounds of Laura breathing as she sat close to me just holding my hand. 

I awoke with a doctor next to me, prodding and poking me as he explained to Laura I was in an induced coma. He explained I'd had a massive heart attack and was placed in a coma to help heal any potential damage to my brain and some other organs from lack of oxygen. They continued and told her it had been caused by stress and blocked arteries; they'd inserted stents and I should be okay.

I lay in my darkness listening to Laura talking to me; she never seemed to leave my side. The doctors were back and I could hear them again this time telling Laura they had no idea how long I'd be unconscious. They still had some tests they needed to do on me and they'd already found evidence of two previous serious heart attacks.

She must have stayed with me day and night. When all was quiet I could sometimes hear her mumbling and even crying. I kept trying to open my eyes and move my hands or even my fingers but nothing worked. 

She'd hold my hand all the time and would talk to me in her quiet gentle voice to tell me what was happening at home and with the business. She kept squeezing my hand and pleading for me to wake up. Sometimes she'd still be holding my hand as she wiped her cheek and I could feel the wetness of her tears she was wiping away. 

A few times I heard that male voice again talking quietly with her giving her encouragement then Laura asking if he'd spoken to her mother. Each time he told her he'd been to see them again and they were still very upset. 

I heard her thanking him for telling her where I was then I remembered the voice. How did he know I was here and why did he only tell her? Why did he even bother; wasn't I leading his flock away from his precious church?

While we were by ourselves she told me the four of them had been spending all their free time at my office making sure things kept rolling. They were all thankful they'd been working closely with me on University holidays for some extra money to know what needed to be done. 

Then she mentioned that Julie and Karen as well as her mother were still upset all the time since I'd driven off. They all thought I was dead; killed in a fiery car smash as they all watched it take place on television. My death sounded rather interesting but certainly exaggerated; I'd have to find out what happened.

Not knowing I could hear her, she started telling me how devastated her mother was that she'd initiated the conversation I'd overheard. Laura was in tears as she told me how she was terribly worried about her now and of her mother's heartbreak at losing me so soon after she moved into the house. No one blamed her but she felt responsible.

Laura kept telling me things she'd never have said if she knew I could hear her. She continued, "My mum became like a new woman over the past months while she'd been helping look after the babies; she loves them so much but in the weeks after she moved in her life had taken on new meaning.

"You mightn't realize the effect you had on her. Every time you innocently put your arm around her to give her a hug or gave her a shoulder massage you could see in her eyes something I've only seen in the old photos of her with my dad. 

"Did you ever notice the smile on her face when you came home from shopping for groceries with her? Since you've been gone that smile has gone and the sparkle in her eyes has died again. But then no one smiles at home anymore.

"You know that over the years she never went to church on the occasional Sunday so that she could stay home and hide behind the curtains to watch you mow our grass. I used to sit there and watch her chew on her finger nails and bite her bottom lip every time. 

"I had to laugh sometimes as Will mowed the grass instead of you; then it was my turn to enjoy the view. Mum was always far too shy to say much to you and in the end to make sure she didn't get hurt she only teased you as her way of saying thank-you.

"Then the babies got her out of her shell and she grew a little more every day. I never knew whether it was because she was with them or with Julie and Karen every day or if it was the effect you were having on her. You know she never felt threatened around you; she always felt safe and you were fun to be around.




Karma Ch. 04



"She loves Julie and Karen like they're her sisters but she has this major crush on you. I'm so glad you're still asleep. My mum would be severely embarrassed if she knew I'd said any of this to you. She'd be totally mortified."

I really had been so blind to everything happening all around me. I hadn't noticed all those things Laura spoke of but then I remembered the night in my study as I held her briefly after she'd moved into Amy's room.

Then Laura started talking about Julie and Karen. I didn't really even hear what she said but the memories of those few minutes listening to them came flooding back to me. The beeper sped up and I think I must have tensed every muscle in my body. Laura screamed out in pain.

I felt her trying to free her hand from mine but my grip was too tight; I couldn't help it. She tried to use her other hand to free herself and I heard her yelling out to the nurses. I heard feet running towards me and strange hands prised my hand open to free hers.

The beeper was starting to slow down as I heard someone ask Laura what happened.

"I've no idea. I started to talk about his wife and he suddenly tensed up hurting my hand."

Laura didn't mention Julie or Karen again as she started to talk about her love for William, Amy and Todd. Then she giggled and told me their plans after they both graduated had changed and how the four of them had wanted to work with me. She chuckled again then said they'd already discussed my retirement months ago. Then she said something about some time off from her studies in seven months or so for a little while.

She kept talking about Amy and Todd and how they'd become much more of an item lately. She seemed to get serious then she said, "You know Todd saved Amy from getting raped by his father. Amy told us one night in confidence; we weren't to tell anyone. 

"She's thinks it was all her fault because she was sunbathing in her tiny pink bikini next to their pool while Todd was in the house getting changed to walk her home. It was a little while after George had been mugged and he came home drunk; Karen was out somewhere. 

"He appeared out of nowhere and jumped on her pinning her down. He covered her mouth to start with so she couldn't scream then he ripped her bikini off. When she was naked he started hurting her. 

"He left bite marks and bruises on her breasts then she bit him and as he pulled his hand off her mouth she was able to scream out to Todd for help. 

"He was about to hit her to shut her up and was already between her legs ready to rape her when Todd came running out of the house half-dressed and pushed him off her in the process aggravating his father's cracked ribs. While he'd been assaulting her, George had been rambling on that what he was about to do was the only way he could get back at you. 

"Amy never called the police to avoid the scandal and just in case you'd somehow been involved in his mugging although they didn't believe it. They knew something was really wrong at the time; Julie had been crying continuously and there was so much tension in the air. 

"It happened the day before he was killed in the car crash so there was little point in hurting both families by talking about it. They never told anyone but Will and me. 

My mind was racing. What I was hearing was far too disturbing... I wanted to scream. If he wasn't already dead I would've made him suffer way beyond pain; a quick and painless death was far too good for him. 

What he'd done to my wife and my marriage was unforgivable but to try to rape my daughter was too much. I understood then that I'd never known the real George after all those years; it seems none of us did.

Laura continued, "We couldn't understand what possessed him to do it; well none of us could. It's taken so long but I found a few pieces to the puzzle when I finally opened your floor safe at work. I'd tried every combination I could think of and then one day Julie was sitting in the kitchen, crying of course and she had a photo in her hand of you standing in front of a really beautiful convertible. 

"I wish you still had it; it would've made a great wedding car. I never knew you'd even owned one; it looked so hot. She was reminiscing and told me how much you loved that car but you'd sold it because she'd asked you to; for Amy and Will when they were babies. Then I saw the number plate and a little light came on in my head. 

"Of course the safe opened after a few different variations for the combination and I found everything; your passports, copies of valuable documents, those old divorce papers and far too much cash; even a DVD. James, I'm sorry I watched it. No one else has seen it; just me."

"None of us believed you were involved in the mugging at the time but then when I saw the DVD it made me wonder; it was date stamped the same day he was attacked. Was it you who mugged him out of revenge? I wish you could answer me."

Laura stopped as the beeper sped up again; this time she stepped well clear. My mind was in complete and utter turmoil as I remembered the DVD of what happened to Julie and now what Laura had just said George had done to Amy. All my muscles tensed up again. 

In my mind I could see George fucking Amy like I'd seen him do to Julie. As I sat up I ripped the tubes from my mouth and drips from my arms as I started screaming, "NOOOOOOOO!"

Although everything was a bit blurry I could finally see Laura sitting back in complete shock. I kept screaming; nurses and doctors came running. I had to get to my daughter to hold her; to protect her!

They were all holding me down. I was struggling and the staff were being thrown around as I thrashed about trying to free myself... I needed to get to Amy. I heard someone yell, "JAMES! STOP IT!" I stopped struggling and looked around to see Laura standing beside me now, crying. It had been her that had yelled. I'd never heard her raise her voice before.

As I looked at her I became aware I was being strapped to my bed. I couldn't move before and now that I could I couldn't again. I felt a prick in my arm and everything faded. 

Daylight was streaming into my room as I opened my eyes and saw Laura standing next to the window looking out. I called to her softly and she turned and smiled and then approached me. 

She looked at me closely then said, "They said I could undo the straps if you were settled. Are you okay now?"

As I nodded my head I answered, "Yea, I'm okay. I'm sorry if I hurt your hand. Is it bruised?"

"I'll be fine. I worked out you've been able to hear me and I said some things that must've brought back some terrible memories so it's probably my fault. Whatever it was it brought you back to us. It's probably just as well because we have some things we need to talk about. 

"James, I haven't told anyone back home that you're here and still alive. It's still marked on your chart that no family is to be contacted. I didn't know if you wanted to go back just yet; I know they really hurt you so much. Julie told us much of it then my mum filled in the gaps with me privately." 

I hadn't thought that far ahead; I was just running to try to escape their betrayal and the terrible pain they caused me. I didn't know what else to do and I needed time to think. The irony was that from what I'd heard since I'd been conscious they may've inadvertently saved my life; I was at the right place at the right time to be saved. 

Just then the minister knocked quietly on the open door and came in. He greeted Laura then he turned to me and said, "I see you've rejoined the land of the living. It's good to see you're finally conscious James; you really had us worried. Don't tell anyone but I even prayed for your recovery." Then he laughed.

"We've respected your wishes and sadly no one but Laura and I know you're here. I'm not sure why I told Laura but it seemed the right thing to do at the time and she isn't family yet. I thought you needed someone here with you full-time and it looks like it worked.

"I only discovered you by accident the other day when I visited one of my parishioners who was moved into the same ward as you. Funny though, I'd only started doing these visits after what you said to me; a bit of a wake-up call. Some might call it Karma but I call it God's will and you were his messenger; that's scary isn't it?

"I recognised you straight away and when I spoke to the nurses they told me you'd left strict instructions no family was to be contacted or notified and if I brought family up I could be banned from the hospital. At least you had your insurance details in your wallet. I found out the hospital was worried if they contacted your family you might sue them for Breach of Privacy when you recovered.

"Your family are totally devastated with your disappearance and apparent unconfirmed death. I couldn't understand the lack of information from the police after you were listed as a missing person then the car crash but then everything made sense. All they said was that you were definitely not a missing person and their file was closed. 

"Sometimes I think privacy laws have gone too far. I spoke to someone I know in the police and he unofficially confirmed they knew you were here but they couldn't say anything. Anyway, I've found there are a lot of lonely people here in hospital who want me to spend some time with them but I'll call in to see you again James; you won't get rid of me that easily. 

"Laura, I'll see you and Will and hopefully your mother in church again on Sunday; maybe you and the rest of your family as well eh James? Hey, and Laura, that date is good and everything's booked. Bye for now."

He was almost out the door when he turned and said, "Oh James, before I forget; your 'wives' told me what they'd done to you... everything. They've been in a terrible state since you left them and they think they're entirely responsible for your dramatic and untimely death. 

"I know they hurt you very badly and now they see that as well. We've spent a lot of time discussing what they did and they've started seeing a friend of mine; she's a grief and marriage councillor to help them work through their issues. 

"I would've been crushed if it happened to me. But from what I've heard about you from your 'wives' and kids; and even some of your staff, I thought you would've responded differently when you heard them talking. 

"Not that I'll ever encourage it openly or from the pulpit but you have the most amazing family unit there; don't give it up James. I have some ideas after talking to my friend about what thoughts must've been racing through your mind at the time but please don't throw away what you've got; what you have there is special. To tell you the truth, I'm more than a little envious. 

"I'm sure George in the afterlife would be thrilled to know you and Julie were looking after Karen and Todd so well. Maybe it was meant to be; think about it."

I almost choked knowing it was my threat of revenge that had led to his death because he didn't want me touching Karen and now she'd had my baby as well. I nodded to him as he left the room.

I turned to Laura and asked her to go back to my office and bring back a spare laptop and iPhone; I told her where to find them.

While I was waiting I looked out the window and saw the blue and white sign of the local Ford dealer next door. I buzzed for the nurse and when she came I asked her if she knew anyone who worked there. I was in luck; her husband was a salesman with them so I asked her to ring him to get him to call in as soon as possible if he wanted a cash sale.

I barely had time to blink and he was standing next to my bed being introduced to me by his wife. I told him what I was looking for and he opened his laptop and showed me a photo of the only car that came close to what I wanted that he had available for immediate delivery. 

It had been far too long and I would've liked to take it for a test drive but I was only dressed in a hospital gown. He gave me the specs then told me he'd driven it and how it handled and behaved. It sounded like something I'd been missing in my life.

We talked about cars until Laura returned then I gave her one of my credit cards and sent her out again to buy some clothes for me; I'd lost a lot of weight and we had to guess my new size. While she was away he typed in all the details for payment and I owned a new car; a convertible; a nice white one; actually I think it was called Performance White. 

I was getting antsy and wanted to leave but they told me I had to wait for the doctor's clearance. Next day the doctors told me I needed to complete some tests and if they came back okay they'd let me go but I definitely couldn't drive for a week or two; word must have spread of my purchase.

It was another day until the results came back so I sat with Laura after she finally agreed to tell me about my death. She started from when I'd left in a hurry that Friday afternoon.

"As soon as I saw you James I knew something was so dreadfully wrong. Your skin was grey and your lips were blue; you could barely walk but you somehow still managed to get into your car and reverse it out. I kept calling out to you. 

"When you sped off I ran inside and found everyone crying; my mother, Julie, Karen and the four babies. What a noise. I phoned Will and Todd and asked them to start looking for you then I tried to contact you but you didn't answer.

"Todd dropped Amy off and she kept phoning you while I looked after the babies to calm them down. My mother stopped crying enough to help me but Julie and Karen were and still are a complete mess.

"Will and Todd searched all night for you and checked every motel, hotel, bar and anything else they could think of; even every McDonalds several times. Amy kept phoning your cell until she realized it was dead.

"Will and Todd finally came home Saturday morning and they asked what had happened to make you speed off. Julie blurted out why you left; she was still very upset. 

"I thought Will was about to lose it so I held on to him. Your kids said some things that I could never repeat; I think everyone regrets what was said. At least they now know what their kids think of what they did to you. I know from what my mum told me that they didn't tell us everything; luckily as Will would have gone ballistic.

"Will and Todd left again and just kept driving around hoping to find you. They thought you might've even been at work but you weren't. Sunday morning Will went to see a buddy of his whose father's a policeman and he helped them get you listed you as a missing person. 

"That soon fell apart when he phoned up to say that you weren't missing and there was nothing he could do or say. 

"Then we got a call from your secretary asking if your car had been stolen; we told her it hadn't and you were out somewhere. She said there was a huge police chase on the old highway heading south. We turned the television on and they had live coverage from a helicopter of the chase; it was your car. Because your windows are so dark no one could see who was driving but everyone assumed it was you after the way you drove off from home. 

"We watched for about half an hour as they kept giving live updates then suddenly they started talking about a jack-knifed petrol tanker ahead of you that had rolled blocking the highway. We watched the police try to stop you; well your car, but it just sped up. They worked out it was doing a hundred miles an hour when they tried to get past the roll-over and lost control and then it slammed into the tanker; it didn't even brake. The car disintegrated as it hit then everything exploded in a huge fireball. 

"They still couldn't get near it when the fire trucks finally arrived and had to let it nearly burn out before they could extinguish it hours later. There was virtually nothing left of your car. 

"I can only say I've never seen so many distraught people. We had all these visitors calling in crying believing it was you; I think it was all word of mouth. We eventually took the babies over to our place to quieten them down; they were distressed from their mothers' continuous grieving. 

"They even had the highway patrol call in confirming it was your car and wanted to talk with you if you were available then we mentioned the missing persons report. Of course we could only say that you were driving it when we last saw you. 

"They never came back so we all thought you were dead. We received no advice from the police about the crash or your supposed death but we thought we would after there was an investigation but it never happened.

"Our minister heard almost straight away through members of the congregation what had happened and has been calling in nearly every day to see us all. He even organised some of the local women from the church to call in and help us with everything. You already know that Julie, Karen and even my mum see a councillor now. 

"Then a few days ago he called in to see me and asked me to come with him but I couldn't say anything to anyone. I can tell you I was a bit worried after hearing stories about what some ministers have done, particularly after he made me promise that I wouldn't say anything to anyone. 

"Oh James, I cried so much when I saw you. You've got no idea how much we've all missed you. Besides I want a grandfather for my baby.

"I had no one except my mother growing up and I used to come over to your house to start with so I could pretend you were my father; you always treated me so well and used to joke with me like I thought a real father would. I can still remember you held me one day after I fell over and skinned my knee; you even carried me home after you cleaned it up. 

"When I was young I wanted you as my dad so badly. It's sorta funny now with my mum staying at your place; it's a bit like you really are and I finally got my wish. Maybe I should start to practice calling you dad, eh? 

"Back then everyone thought I was coming over to play with Amy and Will. The birthday and Christmas presents that you always gave me meant so much to me that I cried every time you gave me one; I still have some of them in my bedroom. 

"Even though your kids always gave me one you always gave me another one; just from you. That reminds me; you missed my birthday last week for the first time since I was very young. 

"I need to tell you that Will has officially asked me to marry him and I've said yes. Can you give me away please... dad? That's why I need you to come back to us and soon; before I show too much."

"Are you?" I asked as Laura took my hand and put it on her belly then held it there.

"Yep! I sorta alluded to it before. Mum will look after the baby while we finish University; if that's okay with you of course."

"Why would you need my permission for your mother to look after your baby?"

"That's just mum; that's all. You'll find out soon enough." She said with a grin.

"I think you said before you hadn't told anyone at home you've found me and I'm alive?"

"No, I wasn't sure if you wanted to be found yet after the way you left so I thought I'd leave that decision up to you. I shouldn't ask but if you decide not to return would you please consider taking my mother with you; I've watched you looking at her. 

"I know it's not lust but you care about her. That's more than anyone's done in a very long time and James please don't hurt her; she has feelings for you but you might've guessed that already.

"I've been talking to Will every night and nothing's changed at home. They're all a bit curious why I'm not there these last few days but I just fobbed them off saying I had something personal I had to do. Will thinks it's about the baby and I had to promise him I wouldn't get an abortion."

I didn't ask any more about Issy and while Laura was with me I booted the laptop and accessed my server at home and started working through the cameras in rooms where I thought everyone would be. My first port of call was the nursery; the babies were all in their cots. I missed them and while I'd been lying awake in my darkness I'd decided I couldn't and wouldn't live without them. 




Karma Ch. 04



I wasn't sure how I would ever fully get over their mothers' betrayal of me even though deep down I knew I really still loved them. After listening to their minister I was thinking of going back and giving it a chance; I realized it wouldn't be easy. I knew it would be some time before things returned to what they'd been... if that was possible now.

But there would need to be changes; I wasn't sure what though. I checked the kitchen next and found the three women sitting around the table reminiscing and still sobbing a little. 

They'd still had no closure; the police would tell them nothing and if I was dead like they thought they still had no body to bury. From what I'd heard and was now seeing it looked like they'd really suffered badly. 

Whatever Julie and Karen had done was way in the past and I couldn't change that but I was certain they loved me. In any case they'd had the time to think carefully about their actions and from listening to them, they were remorseful. Laura must have noticed my eyes had gone all misty and she hugged me and then just held on to me.

We heard them promise each other that if only I was still with them they'd make everything up to me in ways I could've only ever dreamt about. Laura blushed a few times and asked me if should've even been listening. 

After hearing what Laura had said earlier about her mother, I'd fleetingly thought about moving next door with Issy so that I could be near to the babies but if I divorced Julie I'd be totally crushed every time I saw her and Karen with other men so I knew I still really loved them.

As we quietly watched them Laura said, "There've been a few changes at home. Both Karen and Julie have moved out of the master bedroom into separate rooms. Every time they went in there they started crying; it brought back so many memories of you." 

Then she looked at me and in a knowing voice said, "You're going back aren't you?"

I knew I was too much in love with Julie and Karen and all my children to destroy what I had now; and her mother, Issy had become more than a good friend and I liked her more than a lot. 

It would mean I'd have to get over my total disgust at their betrayal to forgive them and somehow trust them again. I knew that over the past two years they'd demonstrated their love and commitment to me and until I'd overheard them talking had loved them beyond belief. That's why it hurt so much; I still did.

Some would call me weak for going back to them but I really loved them and there'd already been far too much pain and revenge. I could have the life most men only dreamed of; many would be jealous of and be only too quick and happy to criticize. I loved my "wives" but they'd completely betrayed me a long time ago and the pain that it caused now was something none of us would ever forget. 

Deep down I knew if it wasn't for the kids I might have reacted differently. I had commitments and responsibilities again that being a parent of young children brought with it. I knew I'd just have to live with what they'd done just like they would. They'd never make the same mistakes again. 

In fact many would never understand how a second chance in life can change how you think. I was seeing things differently now after having come so close to death and realised the value of love when you're surrounded by it. In addition, I didn't want to live out the rest of my life as a very lonely man and I knew that could easily happen if I left the three of them.

I drifted and started to remember talking with a friend one day about his life as his story had made a huge impact on me; particularly now. He'd been thinking of divorcing his wife over something she'd done; something he considered unforgivable even though she said she still loved him but after a chance accident he ended up in hospital where they discovered a massive cancerous tumour in his stomach. 

He was to be operated on next morning and was told the operation had less than a five percent chance of success and there was a very high chance he wouldn't even survive the operation. He called his family around him and they said their good-byes. They all stayed until they were kicked out but they let his wife stay with him. 

Next afternoon he woke up; his wife was still there with him and she hadn't slept; his family was waiting outside. He had a massive incision across his stomach and they'd taken out a malignant growth the size of a football; he'd survived after believing he would never regain consciousness and was going to die on the operating table.

The tumour was only connected to him by something the size of a skin tag. He told me then how his perspective on life changed when he woke up after having gone to sleep thinking his life had ended; he'd been given a second chance to enjoy life and the love of those around him and he didn't want to approach death alone again. I was glad he'd shared his message with me.

Laura brought me back to the present when she looked at me stunned then asked, "You've been able to do this all the time? Which rooms?"

Without looking up I answered, "All of them Laura; every room in the house except the toilets of course."

"You're joking right? We... well I never knew. That's scary when I think about... oh shit, now I'm embarrassed. Have you ever...? I don't want to know! Did you ever...? Oh god! It's too late to worry about that isn't it? Can you see if Will is there at your place? I miss really him."

I didn't want to embarrass or hurt her even though I'd seen her dozens of times; in fact the four of them and I lied, "There's no need to worry. They were only turned them on when no-one was home." 

I think Laura may have noticed my grin and she bit her bottom lip and lowered her eyes. As it turned out, Will was in our family room watching cable.

She pleaded, "Please leave it on him for a while. I just want to watch him."

"What are you going to call him?"

"Who, Will?" she questioned.

"Your baby silly."

"If it's a boy, James Ronald William of course!" as she smirked and kept watching her fiancé.

After Laura fell asleep I switched cameras and watched Julie and Karen as they moved listlessly about the house checking on the babies and then eventually going to bed in their separate rooms and crying themselves to sleep. 

I knew they both really loved me and missed my being with them. Maybe I'd never know how they allowed themselves to do what they did; maybe they wouldn't either. 

The doctors finally agreed to release me as long as I followed up with specialists after I returned home and I wasn't to stop at McDonalds anymore. I would've agreed to anything; even no more Big Macs with thick shake and fries; I was only too happy to be going. 

Laura asked if we were going to get a taxi home or phone for Will to come and get us as we stopped to talk beside a white 2 door V8 Convertible parked in the hospital car park next to the Ford dealers. The real thing looked as impressive as I knew it would; the photos hadn't done it justice. 

As we both admired the car, I waved to the salesman who came over. He went to give me the keys but I told him he'd better give them to its owner and we both looked at Laura. 

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree as I said. "Happy Birthday Laura and I'd be thrilled to give you away."

She started crying and hugged me. I hugged her back; I wish I'd known earlier how she felt all those years. I wasn't sure what I could've done if I'd known back then but perhaps I would've made more of an effort to get her and her mother involved with us. The salesman showed us over the car and told us he'd filled it up for her. 

The look on her face was worth every cent as she started it up and we just sat there and listened to it. As we drove off I asked her, "Should we phone them first or just show up?"

With a cheeky grin she responded, "I love surprises."

It didn't take Laura long to discover the joy of being at one with a special car she drove for the first time in her life; feeling its heart beat and knowing it would respond instantly and precisely to her commands. By the time she pulled into our driveway she was hooked for life; there'd be no little foreign cars for her. 

I already knew what I was going to buy after my car insurance was sorted out and it would never be plastic again although I did have this horrible nagging fear I might end up with a bus as a tune from the Partridge Family filled my mind; I'd forgotten it was on my iPod Laura had found on my desk.

We sat in silence for a minute as we listened to the car again then she switched it off and we hopped out. It was William who came out first; he'd heard the deep rumble as Laura drove up the driveway and came out to see who it was. All I heard was, "Laura! What the... DAD? Is that you?" 

I'm sure they were tears of joy he had when he reached us and embraced us both. I looked up and saw Amy and Todd standing at the doorway looking on in disbelief. They called out to their mothers then ran to join us. That made five of us crying now. We were all hugging as the three women came to the door.

For a moment all they saw were the kids hugging and crying and that Laura was back. There was a new car and someone else was amongst their kids. Amy turned to her mother crying as she called out, "Mum! It's dad! Laura's brought dad home! Dad's alive! Mum, he's alive!" 

I heard Julie cry out, "James? Oh my god, James!"

I saw Issy mouth, "James." Then she bit her bottom lip as she smiled; I knew where Laura got it from.

As they ran to join us crying, the kids moved apart so their mothers could reach me. Julie then Karen hugged me but Isabella hesitated and stayed back. I looked over to her and as I called her to us I held out my hand then she took the few paces to join us. We all just stood around holding each other and the kids closed around as again; then we went inside.

The questions started, "Where have you been? What happened? Why didn't you call?" 

Everyone was talking at once. It was Laura who said, "You know he had a serious heart attack just before he drove off? The doctors even found evidence of another previous heart attack a couple of years ago; they said either could've easily killed him as well." 

The women knew instantly what they'd done and their eyes misted up again. I stayed silent as I watched their faces. 

She then continued, "He had another massive heart attack and collapsed when his car was stolen and it was most likely his assailants who were in the car when it crashed. He's been in a coma all this time apart from the last few days. I only found him after our minister took me there after he'd seen him in hospital. 

"Neither of us was allowed to say anything to any of you because of the hospital regulations. If we had they would have kicked us both out and he would've had no one with him. As far as they were concerned no family was to be involved or contacted because of what had happened I think. James only regained consciousness as I sat with him." 

I watched Isabella smile; she was proud of her daughter. I was as well. Then I saw a sparkle in her eyes that Laura had mentioned; it was back or was it a small tear?

"He's not allowed to drive for a few weeks or have sex until his specialists clear him or worse still; no more McDonalds. No more sending staff out on Macca's runs throughout the day. They'll go broke now. Sorry James; it's for your own good. Remember your promise to me. I need you alive."

Laura had her wish and she and Will were married five weeks later; the church was full of well-wishers who watched as I gave her away. It was pandemonium around the house for the weeks leading up to it and it gave them all sometime to do. More importantly, it kept them all out of my hair to give me some quality time with my little ankle biters. 

Both Julie and Karen wanted to re-join me in the master bedroom but I took some delight and reminded them I wasn't allowed sex until I had a clearance from my specialist so they should both stay in their separate rooms until then rather than tempt fate and end up killing me. I failed to mention to them when he gave the clearance on my third visit.

Over the next few months I used the time wisely and started eating smarter and using the local gym most evenings. It was hard work but I was soon healthier than I'd ever been; I'd like to think so anyway. 

There was always a long cold shower waiting for me after having to exercise with all those MILFs on those nights I visited the gym. What made it so much worse for me was that I was sure they knew what they were doing to me with their stretched tight leotards. 

Every evening I arrived home from work I could see the frustration on their faces and then again as I left the house to go walking or visit the gym. Each month I'd come home from the specialist and shake my head slowly and say, "He doesn't think I'm ready just yet. There was so much damage but he did say soon he thought." 

I could see the look of guilt in their faces as they hung their heads knowing what they'd helped cause. More importantly I could see the love in their eyes. 

Six months after I came home, I had another specialist visit; it was a morning appointment. This time when I arrived back at my office I got the third degree from my secretary. 

Without thinking I cheerfully said, "I'm as fit as a fiddle and the specialist has cleared me." 

I finished what work that was waiting then took an early mark and went home. As I left work my secretary had the biggest smile on her face but I thought nothing of it. She was talking quietly on the phone; most likely to her boyfriend so I just waved to her as I left.

I knew the women wouldn't be far so as I entered the kitchen I looked out the window overlooking the patio and the hot tub. The three of them were naked in the hot tub and I wondered if they did this every day when the babies slept. 

I watched from the window as Issy got out and walked to the table to pour another glass of wine for each of them. She was actually quite attractive with her long red hair flowing over her shoulders for a change and the wet tips of her hair nearly covering her hard nipples. She wasn't "Playboy Centrefold" attractive but more of a head turner in "Reader's Wives" if you squinted a little but as far as I was concerned she looked absolutely stunning.

I'd never noticed her great body before as she'd always hidden it under unflattering clothing and her hair had always been pulled back tight in a bun. I noted she even shaved like Julie and Karen; my cock twitched. The bottle Issy picked up was empty and it soon joined the others placed in the recycling next to the barbecue. 

Julie called out pleading for me to bring some more wine out for them. How did they know I was in the kitchen watching Issy walking about naked? Had she been teasing me when she walked about in front of me? 

I could only think my secretary must've phoned to tell them I had clearance and was on my way home and were listening out for the rumble of my new V8; well we did need another matching wedding car to carry the bridesmaids. I'd had a feeling they were all watching out for me now and even had my staff involved.

I went to the refrigerator and grabbed the closest bottle and as I went to pop the cork I couldn't help but notice there was a note attached to it by elastic bands. Being naturally curious I took the note off and read it. It was from my doctor stating Isabella was free of all STDs. 

Stapled to the note was a small plastic bag with an easily recognized small blue tablet inside. My cock went hard as I thought about what lay ahead of me with three beautiful women. It looked like Issy was finally going to officially join our family. 

It had been a long time since I'd had sex of any kind; even Mrs Palmer was missing out. I'd told myself I'd done it to give myself time to get fit and lose some weight. That was true but I also wanted to give myself time to think; to forgive them. 

My decision to forgive them and swallow my pride was reinforced when I watched them on the downloads from the server as they'd looked on in total shock as my car was destroyed. They thought I was driving and had been killed in the fiery crash. I had tears as I watched their reactions to my apparent death. 

To be honest I'd been stunned at how badly they took it. It was very obvious how much they truly loved me and I was thankful that Amy, Will, Todd, and Laura were there with them to help them through their moment of horror. Julie was the worst affected; she'd collapsed. 

Later that day I'd asked Laura about it and she said she and Will had taken Julie to see our doctor and he'd suggested anti-depressants to help her get over it all but she'd jumped up and refused them. Julie then told him that anti-depressants were partially responsible for what had happened and my resulting death. Then she reminded him why she got off them before and then left the surgery. 

I realised then why it had all happened so easily. The words, "In sickness and in health" went through my mind.

Life in our house had nearly returned to normal if you could call it that, except there'd been a total abstinence of sex. I wondered if my bed would fit four. 

The three women had just set me up. I accepted my lot and I swallowed the tablet; and my ego. What Laura had said to me in hospital now made complete sense; before I could only guess; and hope.

Now that they obviously knew I had a clearance there was no point in delaying the inevitable as it would only be a matter of time until Issy came into our bedroom one night like Karen had done and in the heat of the moment she would've joined us anyway.  

It must've been Julie who told her I wouldn't touch her unless she'd been cleared of STDs by a doctor. The smooth pussy was a bonus.

As I put the glass of water down I noticed three unopened bottles of vitamin E oil on the bench and I wondered if they expected Issy to use them in the very near future or were they all hoping for a trifecta. Maybe I'd have to buy that bus after all.

Everything had changed dramatically when I'd discovered Julie had allowed George to fuck her. After that Karen had joined us and now it seemed Isabella was being welcomed as well with Karen's support no doubt. Importantly for me, neither Karen nor Issy had partners who could be hurt by our actions. 

They were all going to share me and had obviously planned it all out; they just hadn't told me... yet. My close encounter with death had made me realize how much I loved them all and I was seriously missing the intimate contact; my big bed was very lonely at night. 

It was going to be a long afternoon and even longer night and I wondered if it was possible to buy Viagra by the carton. I think I was going to need it from now on with the three of them.

I was resigned to my fate. I was living in a house with three beautiful women who'd want sex all the time... together... and they were all still clucky with Laura expecting. 

Things had happened in the past that had caused me to question how I really felt. I'd remembered back to when I only had one woman to please and she was all I ever wanted and needed; and I still had her. Mind you, I wasn't about to complain. I knew I was going to cop a lot of crap and unkind comments about having three 'wives'; in some cultures and religions it was normal where widows and their children were looked after. 

Even worse would be the cutting remarks from a few who now knew what had happened when George was alive and now I was allowing Julie and Karen back into my bed after what they'd done.

They were getting impatient and kept loudly calling to me. As I carried the open wine bottle out onto the patio I was greeted with squeals of excitement. Their plan was working. In a flash three wet naked women surrounded and started undressing me. 




Karma Ch. 04



I only had seconds now to be sure in my mind that this is what I really wanted. It seemed like a lifetime ago now that two of them plus my best friend had betrayed me. My revenge on him was swift and complete; he was dead. 

With his death Karen had paid a very high price losing her husband and then she'd become my lover; actually I think 'our lover' would've been more appropriate now. My loving wife had paid the price of now having to share me with her two friends but had encouraged it.

Finally I was to have Issy as well; it seems she'd been waiting a very long time. To the victor go the spoils; besides I really did love the three of them. 

When they saw my cock was already hard they became more excited. I strongly suspected their enthusiasm and eagerness had nothing to do with sharing the hot tub with me.

I heard the thunder rolling through the mountains nearby again as I accepted what karma had in store for us. The thought of the bus still lingered and had me concerned.

Fin 



Karma Ch. 04



"Does that involve more gentleman-like behavior?"

"Yep," he said, sipping his drink. "I won't take advantage of you while your defenses are down."

I set my wineglass on the side of the tub and slid over to him in the hot water. Surprised, he barely had time to set his drink down before I was sitting in his lap and pulling his arms around my waist. I ran my hands across his chest, feeling the hard muscles under soft skin.

"Well, my defenses aren't down right now, or at least they're up as far as they need to be. So, what if I want you to take advantage of me?" I nipped his earlobe gently. "What if I want you to make love to me right now? I don't understand why I feel so close to you, much less so quickly, but I don't want to fight it anymore. Do you want me, Tony?"

A slow smile spread on his face as I felt him rise to the occasion until he was firm against my thigh. I moved and allowed him to unbend himself. Then I rubbed myself against his erection. His eyes lost focus a little at that, and he pulled me against him and kissed me deeply.

I melted into him as the emotions that I'd been holding in check were suddenly rushing through my mind. This was like making love to Gina or Margot, but somehow not quite the same. I kissed him back with an ardor that surprised me. I was suddenly hungry for him in the worst way.

The world shrunk to just the two of us as his hands found my breasts. The sweet mixture of pleasure and pain when he bit my nipples made me gasp. I felt so hot inside that the hot tub felt cool.

He stopped me when I reached down to guide him inside me. "No, let me make love to you."

Surprised and confused, I nodded and stood up uncertainly. He pulled me out of the tub and dried me thoroughly. The soft caress of the towel drove me crazy, and he seemed to know right where to touch me.

He dried quickly, led me slowly into the bedroom by the hand and sat me on the edge of the bed. I watched him curiously to see what he had in mind.

Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me slowly and deeply. I felt that kiss down to my toes. Then he let his lips travel all over my face and neck, kissing and gently nipping my skin. Gasps and moans escaped my lips as he continued his slow torture.

His hands cupped my breasts. He licked and nipped my neck, his hands gently squeezing and twisting my nipples in ever-growing sharp twists. He quickly discovered that I liked my nipples treated roughly.

My eyes watched him lustfully and I tried to pull his head back up to kiss me. That got his hands to capture my wrists and hold them pinned at my sides.

"Oh, no," he whispered hungrily. "I'm going to kiss every inch of your body before we make love. No shortcuts." That fired a jolt of pure lust through my body. I was instantly drenched inside. When he let go of my hands, I forced them to remain at my sides as he resumed his slow progress.

I was breathing heavily by the time his mouth captured my right nipple. I sucked in my breath, and my back arched convulsively. He licked, bit, and sucked it until my hips were thrusting rhythmically. I moaned at every gentle nip of his teeth. I don't remember tangling my fingers in his hair but this time he didn't complain. The sensations had far surpassed anything I'd ever felt with a man before, and I began to think I was going to come just from his lips on my breasts.

Groaning, I again tried to fight him for control. I wanted him inside me and I wanted it now!

He easily pinned me back on the bed. "No, no, no," he grinned. "That gets you two minutes in the penalty box."

"God," I groaned in frustration. "How can you stand this? Fuck me, Tony. Please, fuck me!"

"Good things come to those who wait," he teased. "Patience is a virtue."

I almost screamed, but he only laughed and went back to kissing my inner arm, working slowly toward my wrist. With my arms trapped in his hands I couldn't even touch myself. I writhed, attempting to rub against him for relief. Tony laughed and didn't cooperate.

By the time he was working his way down my stomach, I was sure that I was going to die. It felt like I'd been on the brink of a massive orgasm for hours. Every minute was the most exquisite torture. As he kissed my inner thigh, I felt the moisture of my arousal run down my ass. I could only imagine the massive wet spot.

Then he started away from my sex and down toward my knee and I did scream. "Oh, God!"

Tony laughed and kept kissing, licking, and nibbling me very, very slowly. He made me bend my knee and kissed all the way down to my feet, licking and sucking the arch of my foot. It was so close to tickling that I almost kicked him, but it was also erotic in a way I'd never imagined. When he sucked my toes and gave each one a miniature blowjob, I felt it all the way up my spine and my eyes closed in pleasure.

He repeated that fantastic performance on my other foot, and started back up my other leg. I knew what was coming now, and I was so ready that I just knew I was going to cream all over him at the first touch of his lips on my sex. Inch by torturous inch, he covered the distance, seeming to slow down as he came closer to his goal. By the time his nose touched my pubic hair, my hips were thrusting uncontrollably and I was urging him on with soft groans and moans.

He settled between my legs and blew softly on my pussy. He pushed me to the very brink of orgasm without having touched my sex even once. As he leaned forward, I tensed in anticipation, the moment drawing out almost painfully. Then, all of a sudden, he rolled me onto my stomach. "Time for the back half," he said in that infuriatingly cheerful voice.

I lost it. I completely lost my marbles right there. I begged. I pleaded. I threatened. I insulted. All that got me was more time in the penalty box. Remorselessly, he started at my neck and worked his way down my back. Goosebumps covered every inch of me, and I felt like I was floating.

His teeth on my ass while his hands squeezed my butt cheeks made me start grinding into the bed. He had to pull one hand back to pull me away from the promise of gratification. That precipitated a war for control of my hands again that I quickly lost.

"You're almost there," he encouraged me, his warm breath flowing along the crack of my ass. "Just a few minutes more..." Then he gently spread the globes of my ass and ran his tongue along my rosebud. Lightning flashed through my brain as he proceeded to give me the rimjob of my life. I'd usually been the giver of anal pleasure and now he was driving me totally crazy with it.

I was almost too incoherent to feel it when he flipped me back over and onto my back. Then he buried his face between my legs and split me with his tongue while two fingers plunged inside me. I thought the world had ended. I don't know how long he had kept me on the brink of orgasm, but that pushed me over like a barrel over Niagara Falls. I was unstoppable and he rode me in a frenzy of licks, sucks, and plunging fingers. One after another, the orgasms rolled over me and through me like an electric current as I writhed under his glorious torment.

-----

Groggily, I focused on Tony's grinning face that seemed to be floating over me. I blinked and stretched languorously. "Dear God," I whispered. "What did you do to me?"

"I like to call that 'around the world in eighty minutes,'" he said, kissing me softly. He face was thoroughly drenched with my juices.

"If I had any energy left, I'd hit you for torturing me like that, you bastard," I said with a sigh.

"You'd better have some energy," he smirked, "because the main event is about to begin."

I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him on top of me, luxuriating in the feel of his body against mine. Then, I rolled him onto his back and broke our kiss. "After you calling all the shots, I think I need a little cowgirl action. Lie back like a good boy and let me have my way with you."

With a laugh, he surrendered and put his hands behind his head. "I'm yours. Do your worst."

Hungrily eyeing his cock, I decided I wanted a little taste of him first. Just enough to get him all wired to go crazy when I was ready to fuck him silly. And I could get some more of that talented tongue of his. I wasn't ready to say he ate better pussy than Gina did, but he certainly knew his way around one.

With a quick twist, I slid on top of him and ground my pussy in his surprised face while I used my hand slowly to jack his cock. "Get back to licking me while I warm up the quarterback." My eyes grew heavy lidded as he wrapped his arms around my ass and dove in tongue first. Oh, yeah, this man would go far.

Licking my lips, I lowered my face to his cock and took the head of it into my mouth. His masculine taste exploded across my tongue, and I gloried in the velvety warmth of his cock. I wrapped my lips around him and felt his pulse in the most intimate way imaginable. His heartbeat thundered inside my mouth.

When he started thrusting his hips, I used my hands to foil him from fucking my mouth. This was payback. I was going to torture him and then fuck him after he lost his mind. Slowly, I built my tempo until I was taking half his length at each plunge at the same rate of thrust he was trying to use on me. As his oral technique suffered, I knew I was having an effect on him.

As his precum became abundant, I pulled him out of my mouth and began jacking him off. Every few jerks I'd lick his head completely. This was when I discovered that instead of being the expected chore, going down on him was exciting me far more than going down on men had in the past. Even the taste of his precum was exciting.

Taking a deep breath, I changed my plans and plunged my mouth down on his cock, inhaling and tying to suck him deep into my throat. I wanted to caress him with my throat muscles. I'd never been fond of giving head so, of course, I choked a little and backed off to use my lips and tongue. Maybe Gina could give me some pointers.

Tony must have liked it, though. I thought he was going to throw me off with the thrusting and it made me feel very pleased with myself. I started sucking him as if I meant it. Usually, having a man come in my mouth was a gift to him, but this time I greedily wanted to treat myself.

I barely had a moment's warning when he arched wildly and his cock began swelling in my mouth. I pulled back until only the head was in my mouth and used my hands to stroke his length as he came. As his come exploded across my tongue, I exulted. At this moment, I wanted his come in my mouth more than I'd ever wanted anything before. One swallow and then another, and he trailed off into mild twitches and moans.

But I wasn't done with him yet. It was payback time for earlier. Even as he collapsed, I licked him clean and spun over him again. Before he knew it he was balls deep inside me, and I arched my back and groaned at the ceiling. My strap-on wasn't even in his league. It was good, but a real man was much, much better. I hadn't been with a man at all since my last divorce and I'd almost given up on anything but women; but now I felt more alive than I had in years.

Leaning forward, I let my hair cover his chest. Then I started grinding myself against him, bouncing slowly. I could tell it was a rough transition for him. He was probably sensitive, and here I was forcing him to ride out that feeling. What a bitch, I thought with a grin. I was impressed that he didn't complain.

For a while, we ground together and I started having a string of small orgasms while I rode him. That urged me on to a faster pace and soon I was bouncing up and down so hard that I would've been afraid the bed would collapse if I'd had the attention to spare.

At what I thought was the height of those orgasms, Tony rolled me over and began thrusting himself deeply into me. Then I discovered I only thought I knew how intense it could get.

I clung to him, unable to do anything but scream and writhe with my sex jerking up to meet his fevered thrusts. My mouth locked to his and I tried to suck his tongue down my throat while he built to a crescendo on top of me. My entire body spasmed and I locked my legs around his waist, moaning his name into his ear while I held him.

He pinned me to the bed with an incredibly deep thrust. I felt him swell inside me, and then his cock convulsed as the hot, wet sensation of his come filled me. I squeezed him repeatedly with my internal muscles, milking him with the velvet glove of my pussy.

A hot, sweaty tangle of limbs, we collapsed together and whispered to each other. It didn't take me long to get that this was more than hot sex. I loved him. That emotional connection to him was there in a way I could never have dreamed of with a man. I loved him. I'd thought I'd thrown my life away, but I'd only just found it.

I finally realized that he was telling me something repeatedly. "I love you." I knew men used it as a way to get what they wanted from women but this time I somehow knew deep inside that it was real.

"I think I love you, too,” I whispered dreamily back, shocking myself. My mouth seemed to have developed a mind of its own. What the hell was I saying? 

I lay there thinking about it as he drifted off to sleep beside me. I finally decided that I'd just have to trust my instincts and let sleep drag me into the most wonderful dreams.



Karma Ch. 05



 Chapter Five: Karma

When we woke the next day, we made slow and gentle love in the morning sunlight. It was so unlike what I normally associated with sex. It was a slow, sensual, ever-deepening closeness; not a mad rush for pleasure. Oh, make no mistake, the orgasms were there for me, but the real treasure was the developing feelings between me and the man - the man - who was making love to me.

Afterward, lying in his arms, I felt more at peace with myself than I think I'd ever felt. I didn't want the moment to end. I wanted to lay there with him forever; but, that wasn't in the cards. I sighed and nestled closer to Tony, shielded and safe in his arms.

"I don't want to go," I said, "but I need to. I need to finish this."

He kissed my nose and pulled my head to his chest. "I'll go with you. And if Conrad starts something, I'll stuff him in a trash compactor."

I laughed. "You'd ruin the trash."

Reluctantly, I got out of bed. We showered together, and a little fooling around almost got us sidetracked.

As we dressed, I watched Tony, openly admiring his body. He just grinned at me.

"What do we do now?" I asked, a little afraid of the possibilities. "Can you go to LA or will that ruin your work?"

"I have a really good relationship with the company, so I can take a leave of absence to go to LA. We'll figure it out there," he said reassuringly. "There's no need to rush. Let's take this one step at a time and do this right."

Grateful, I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. "That makes me feel better." I gave him a soft kiss. "Thank you."

He grinned and swatted my ass. "Get dressed and let's go. Finish this so we can start the rest of our lives." I felt dizzy at the implication of his words. With a smile, I dressed and we left.

-----

The offices of Dugan and Reynolds looked suitably posh for Mother to retain. With her, appearances meant everything; and this place screamed money and influence. Creamy marble and expensive wood dominated the hard surfaces and over-stuffed leather furniture graced the wide open space.

The receptionist, a young woman in a designer blouse and sweater, gave Tony a discreet once over and smiled at us. When I identified myself, she showed us into a conference room.

I sat and twirled slowly in one of the executive chairs, feeling my uncertainty creep back up on me. Why the hell was I even here? Conrad was just going to make a sweep of Mother's possessions and gloat. Part of me still regretted losing that much money, but I was growing more used to the idea; it didn't hurt quite the same way now. Honestly, I was more irked that Conrad was going to get his way than anything else.

Right on the stroke of ten, the door opened and an older man in a tailored suit walked in with a large folder in his hand. He had that distinguished look that control and power brought to a man, and he used it well to hold himself apart from us even as he shook our hands.

"Good morning. My name is Orin Reynolds and I'll be handling the reading and execution of Mrs. Masterson's will."

I grimaced as he said that. Having Mother even attached to Conrad's name irked me.

As Mr. Reynolds sat down, he opened the folder revealing papers and three DVDs. "Miss Thomas, Mister Masterson, please allow me to express my condolences for your loss. I never met..." He dragged to a halt as I held up my hand.

"I'm sorry, but there's been a misunderstanding," I said. "I'm Miss Thomas, but this isn't Mister Masterson. This is my friend Tony Di Ricco. He's here for moral support."

The lawyer apologized for the mistake and closed the folder. "I hope you'll understand, but we need to wait for Mister Masterson, since both of you are required to be present for the reading of the will."

"My mother left a video for us?" I asked, hearing the tremor in my voice. I'd expected the dry reading of what went where and perhaps some words from on high about how I should do better in the future. How would those words change if she only could see me now?

The lawyer nodded. "I can't go into the specifics just yet, but she did leave a personal message to be played to both of you."

Tony held my hand under the table and we waited. And waited. And waited some more. To the point that Mister Reynolds excused himself and made some calls. The receptionist got us some coffee while Tony and I spoke quietly as we waited.

It was almost eleven when Conrad sauntered in with the frowning lawyer behind him. Conrad seemed unnaturally cheerful and didn't acknowledge us in any way, not even to protest Tony being there. That was so out of character that it set off my asshole warning system. I didn't know what his game was, but there was something going on. His perfunctory apology satisfied no one, and was just another reason to dislike him.

The lawyer opened the folder, pulled out one of the DVDs and slid it into the player below the recessed television at the end of the room. "Mrs. Masterson left her final will verbally on this recording. It was witnessed by the staff of this firm. Her written will also specifies the same wishes. She didn't have to make the recording," he assured us, "but insisted on doing so. It was made less than a month ago, right here in this room."

When the picture came on, Mother was sitting in a chair in front of the same paneling I could see to my left. She looked like... Mother: proud, powerful and supremely self-confident. The fact that she was wearing the same dress she chose to be buried in was enough to creep me out completely. Tony noticed, and slipped his arm around me. 

God, she was so young! The pain of losing her hit me all over again. She was only in her sixties. She should've had decades of life left. It was so unfair.

"Obviously, I'm dead," my mother said from the TV. "I know that I have breast cancer, and that it's going to kill me, probably within a few months." If that news bothered her, she didn't choose to share the emotion with us.

"I could've let everyone know, but I didn't want to start a three-ring circus in my final days. I wanted to die in peace. Hopefully, I did so." She smiled a small smile. "You know me, though; I just couldn't resist controlling the chaos I'm leaving behind."

That was the truth. I snorted, which earned a sharp look from Conrad.

"My will is short and sweet," she continued. "Regan." I sat straighter and then smirked at myself - I still jumped at her call. "I know we've had our disagreements over the years. I'm not the least bit sorry for that." She nodded her head forward. "What I am sorry for is that we weren't closer than we were. Despite my disapproval of your lifestyle, I want you to know that I do love you, and I'm sorry that we never had the chance to grow closer. That is the one regret I have in this life, and the one way I've failed you."

Tears filled my eyes. The lawyer had to stop the video while I regained my composure. She could have called me any time to ask me to come, and we could have talked. Or maybe we couldn't have. Perhaps it had been too late. Perhaps we were so alike that it had always been too late.

When I was able to continue, the lawyer started the video again and Mother continued. "That said, I hope that one day you will get your life under control and find someone that makes you happy. A man. Really, Regan, you need a good man in your life." With one word, she conveyed her subtle disapproval of all my bisexual antics. Another thing she never understood about me.

"Speaking of good men, that leads me to Conrad," she continued. He sat up straighter and looked expectantly at the screen. "Not to confuse you with a good man, though you are a man," she said with a sniff.

I expected some reaction from him, but Conrad's smirk at me was hardly keeping with the tone in Mother's voice. This just wasn't tracking.

"I know that you've slept around on me, but at least you were discreet about it," she continued. "Because it's a good idea, I've decided to go with your advice in regards to Regan." I stiffened in my chair and Conrad's expression became almost gloating. What advice, I wondered in growing dread.

Mother cut off my internal questions and delivered her pronouncement. "Regan, some of your behavior recently has worried me. I've been afraid you've fallen back in with bad companions. Let me be blunt, dear. I'm afraid you've started taking drugs again." She stared solemnly out of the screen as I gaped in shock. "Conrad convinced me that if you had, I shouldn't support you in destroying yourself and, for once, I agree with him."

I glared at Conrad. Tony had to pull me back into my seat as I tried to get up to smash his smug face. He'd set me up! Conrad and Rod had set me up!

Unaware of the unfolding drama in the room, Mother continued to speak. "Your inheritance is dependent on a clean drug test to be administered here and now. I hate being firm with you, but if you fail this test or refuse to take it, you will inherit one dollar and nothing more."

The lawyer ejected the DVD and put it back in its case. "I have a nurse in the building and she has a testing kit."

I stood up and glared at Conrad. "Fine, let's get this farce over with."

Tony rose to his feet and stopped me, earning a confused look from the lawyer. "I don't trust Conrad. I think I should take the test first, just to make sure there's no funny business. I know Regan's clean, and so am I."

Surprised, I looked at Conrad. Could he fix this, too? Probably. The lawyer was offended that Tony questioned his integrity. Too bad for him. I sided with Tony and the lawyer relented. Conrad sat back, still looking very pleased with himself.

Ten minutes later, Tony was back with a woman dressed in scrubs. He just grinned and gave me a thumbs up as the nurse gave the lawyer the same information in a hushed tone.

"Piece of cake, sweetie," Tony whispered in my ear. "Go in there and settle this once and for all."

I kissed his cheek and nodded. "I'm ready." I followed the nurse to a restroom and she locked the door behind her.

Reaching into a box, she pulled out a small plastic cup and handed it to me. "I'm sorry, but I have to see you fill the container," she said apologetically.

That made me smile. I'd probably had more women look at my pussy from far closer than she could guess. "No problem." I quickly filled the cup and handed it over. While she ran her test on my sample, I sat back on the toilet and finished.

By the time I emerged from the stall, she was cleaning up. She smiled. "All clear, Miss Thomas."

"Thank you," I said with a bit of relief. At this point, I didn't want to care about getting Mother's money, but part of me still did. Even if the lion's share still went to Conrad, so be it. I guess I couldn't change everything about me overnight. I followed the nurse back to the conference room and glared at Conrad as I sat down. I thought the peacock was going to explode with excitement.

The lawyer nodded to the nurse and she walked out with a smile directed at me. As soon as I closed the door, he smiled at me. 

"Congratulations, Miss Thomas. All clear, as you no doubt expected."

Tony squeezed my hand and said nothing. His smile was worth all this to me.

Conrad leapt to his feet with a screech. "What? Impossible!" He grabbed the table and glared at me. "She fixed the test or paid off the nurse. Call in someone else to do the test. With witnesses!"

The lawyer's smile at Conrad seemed to have a hint of malice under the professional veneer. "I'm very sorry you feel that way, Mister Masterson, but your wife's instructions on this matter are crystal clear, and she left the final authority with me. Nurse Granger and her firm are above reproach. The results stand. Now, if you will resume your seat, I will select the appropriate clip to close out Mrs. Masterson's statement."

"The appropriate clip?" Tony asked.

"Indeed," the lawyer replied. "Depending on the outcome of the test, there were two closing videos. I am only authorized to play the one dealing with a clean test result. The other will be destroyed by me immediately following the signing of the papers." He slid the second DVD into the player and started the video.

Part of me was still very angry with Mother for doubting me, but I had to admit that she probably had good reason. My track record was long and distinguished. I watched her appear and nod at me through the screen.

"I'm sorry I put you through that, Regan, but I had to be sure." She actually did sound a little sorry, and I felt my anger toward her melting just a little. "I'm proud of you for staying clean. Now you need to work on getting the rest of your life in order. Say 'yes, Mother,'" she said with a smile.

I shook my head at her reproach, but said, "Yes, Mother."

"Let's finish this, shall we?" she asked. "Conrad, here is where I deviate from what we discussed." Conrad sat bolt upright. "To my daughter, Regan, I leave the chalet that I know she loves so much."

Conrad seemed to be choking on something but I barely heard him. My heart was soaring. The chalet meant more to me than I'd been willing to admit. It was a part of me after all these years.

"Seeing as I've already made all the charitable contributions in this life that I care to, that leaves the remainder of my assets, including my home in Knoxville that I share with Conrad."

At that, Conrad sat forward. It was disappointing, but I wasn't going to lose sleep over him getting what he'd schemed over so long. In the end, it was more than Daddy's fortune, since Mother had socked it to him in the divorce, but I had all I wanted. Her love and the chalet would be just fine.

"Those assets," Mother continued blandly, "also go to my daughter, Regan, except for Conrad's inheritance of one dollar. And don't bother challenging it, Conrad. I have video of your infidelities, and our pre-nup is crystal clear on this point."

She sat serenely with her hands folded on her lap as Conrad began shouting and pounding things. I could only sit there and blink stupidly at the TV. What did she say? I felt like I was having an out of body experience - to which I'll admit to some familiarity. From the blinking of Mother's eyes, I knew the video wasn't paused, so she was just waiting for the scene to calm.

With shouted threats of lawsuits and appeals, Conrad stormed out of the conference room and left us in relative peace. Mother sat quietly for another half-minute before continuing.

"Well, I'm betting Conrad has left. No doubt in quite a temper," she said dryly. "He never was as smart as he thought he was. Regan..." I swallowed and waited. "The last thing I'll leave you is a piece of advice. Don't make the same mistake I did. Don't mistake existence for life. Find someone you can love. Forget what anyone expects of you. To hell with them. Find someone that you actually love and stay with them," she grimaced in distaste, "even if it is a woman."

I laughed and hugged Tony to me. If only she were here! As sad as it was, her passing had made me see exactly what she was telling me.

"I love you." She smiled affectionately and the screen went dark.

The lawyer rose, pulled out the DVD, and handed me both the ones that we'd viewed. "The unviewed disc will be destroyed after you sign next to the arrows on these papers." He also took one of the two papers from the folder before calling in his secretary to witness. I suppose those papers would've given Conrad his heart's desire.

Tony stood and put his hands on my shoulders while I signed the documents. It was odd how you could throw your life away and find it anew. 

The lawyer handed the unneeded DVD and papers to his secretary to destroy. "If you'll excuse me for a moment?" At my nod, he followed her out, quietly closing the door behind him.

"I never could have made it through this without you," I told Tony. "And I'd have slipped and given Conrad everything he wanted if you hadn't been there."

He kissed my neck. "All I did was help you help yourself. It was your strength that beat him. That beat both of them."

That made me feel even better.

When the lawyer returned we shook hands and I asked him please to see to locking the bank accounts and securing all of Mother's - my - properties from Conrad, both physically and legally. Tony and I will take care of evicting Conrad from the chalet ourselves.

-----

Sitting in Tony's Rover after we left the lawyer's office, I tried to get my bearings. The events of the past hour or so were still too overwhelming for me to deal with, so I decided to focus on the here and now. We'd best go to the chalet and see to throwing out the trash. And see about calling a locksmith.

"Let's go deal with our unwanted house guests," I told Tony. His answering grin was almost shark-like, and he drove there quickly.

-----

The driveway had Rod's rental and Conrad's SUV in it. I wondered briefly where he'd found it.

I climbed out with a shrug. No matter. It would be a pleasure to throw Rod out, too. I went through the front door and heard Conrad shouting in the great room. They must be arguing. Perfect. I went up the stairs quietly with Tony beside me.

Rod was standing in the center of the room with his arms folded, staring coldly at Conrad. Conrad was pouring himself a drink and hurling invectives at Rod.

"If you call me incompetent one more time," Rod snarled, cutting Conrad off in mid-curse, "I'll stuff that damned bottle up your ass. It's not my fault she didn't use the coke."

"But you swore she did," Conrad protested, his back still to all of us. This was interesting stuff indeed.

"I said she seemed to have taken it," Rod sneered. "The fact that you're idiot enough to count on assumptions isn't my problem. I'm only here to give her payback for dumping me in the first place. What happens to you is your problem."

"You gentlemen," I said in a clear, firm voice that yanked both of their eyes immediately to me, "and I use that term very loosely, are on private property." Conrad dropped the bottle and it shattered loudly in the sudden silence.

While Conrad looked like a mouse staring at a snake, frozen in fear, Rod just smiled. The same smile of his that he always used when he'd gotten away with something.

He sauntered over to stand in front of me. The arrogance of his stance stood my teeth on edge, but I didn't want to argue. I just wanted him gone.

"Looks like you came up roses again, babe."

"Get your things and get out, Rod," I said frostily. "Now."

His grin raised my hackles. "What you want is really no skin off my nose. You should know by now that I don't do what you tell me. "

As the rage toward Rod flared up inside me, I had even less warning than Rod when Tony's arm shot past me and a hard-knuckled fist exploded against Rod's nose. I swear I could see it flatten and twist in slow motion as blood squirted from it. Rod flew back and crashed into a coffee table on his way to the floor. That had to hurt. Rod struggled to get his feet under him and shot a murderous glare at Tony.

I wanted to kick him while he was down, but he was back on his feet too quickly. 

"I suppose you think I deserved that," he sneered at me. "Fine, you keep on believing that." 

Tony advanced on Rod, his expression promising pain. Rod backed up, holding up one hand. "This is Conrad's problem, not mine. I'm leaving because my business here is done."

Part of me was very disappointed. I really wanted to see Rod pay, but people like him never did. At least I was through with him once and for all. Good riddance. Tony followed him out while I glared at Conrad. 

"You can leave under your own power right now and I ship your crap to you, or we toss you out, too," I said serenely. "Please make me throw you out. Pretty please?"




Karma Ch. 05



"Or you'll have that muscle-bound oaf hit me?" he sniffed. "This isn't over by any means. I've already called my attorney to get the will overturned. You may have..."

Even as I stepped up to him, I wasn't sure what I was doing. The impact of my knee into his crotch was almost as much a surprise to me as it was to him. 

Conrad's eyes bulged and he collapsed in a heap, groaning and writhing. 

I stepped back, stunned at my own actions. I didn't get into fights. That was so not me. I firmly suppressed the satisfaction I was feeling. 

Tony walked back up the stairs, dusting his hand off in a metaphorical gesture. "That's it for him, he took off like..." He stopped, staring at us. I tried not to look smug. "I see you and Conrad have finished your little talk." He grinned at me with an expression that just oozed approval. "Let's see him out."

Tony grabbed Conrad by the collar and pulled him to his feet. I followed them as he frog-marched the unresisting Conrad to the driveway. Then he stuffed him into that crappy white SUV of his. I suppose I could've made him walk and kept the car, but it hardly seemed worth the trouble. 

Conrad was coordinated enough to get it started and drive away. That was enough for me.

I turned to Tony and pulled him into my arms. "I can't imagine karma bringing you into my life, so it must be redemption."

He smiled at me. "It is our redemption and their bad karma coming back to roost."

We'd melted together and had only just begun kissing when my cell phone rang. I groaned theatrically and pulled it off my belt. "Regan."

"Oh, my God," Gina said into my ear. "Regan, I'm so sorry! I just heard the news! I'll be on a plane as soon as I can. Are you okay? Where do you want me to meet you?"

I smiled at Tony while he held me. "Gina, calm down and take a breath. It's okay. I'm doing fine. Don't cut your trip short. Come see me when you get back and we'll talk then." I kissed Tony on the lips softly. "I have the most amazing thing to tell you, but it can wait. I'll see you then. Call me." Then I hung up before my stunned friend could ask me questions I wasn't ready to answer yet.

Tony whispered in my ear. "You love Gina?"

I looked into Tony's eyes with a smile. "Yes, I love her. I love Margot, too. I can't wait for you to meet them." Exploring the similarities and differences of loving a man would be interesting. I couldn't wait for them to meet Tony.

"Let's call the locksmith and arrange for a caretaker for the chalet. I know of a young soon-to-be mother that would be perfect for the job."

Tony kissed me thoroughly and led me back into the chalet. The sound of the door closing behind us reminded me that in life, when one door closed, another opened. 

The End? No. The Beginning.