0 comments/ 6654 views/ 0 favorites The Note By: Maximus~the~great It had been a day like so many others, or so I had thought. All that mattered to me was to get home, to get home to her. To hold her in my arms again. When I first made my way through the door, it was strangely quiet, something I wasn't quite used or at the very least not recently used to. I would usually find music playing, or the television on, even perhaps a warm greeting waiting for me. Needless to say finding the lights off and the silence a bit unnerving. Navigating my way through the darkness to the kitchen. Flipping the switch, the lights above the counter came to life, and there it lay. My heart stopped for a moment before my natural defenses kicked in. Turning to put my bag down, my coat over a chair before retrieving a glass. Grabbing a pitcher from the fridge I poured an iced tea, hoping the lone piece of paper wasn't what I thought it was, that it would disappear, that it wasn't really even there. Alas it was still there when my eye fell upon it once again. Walking over to open the long shades to the terrace. My beautiful city before me, the lights twinkling, alive in their own right. The buildings standing as quiet sentinels. Retrieving the note, taking a seat facing out to view the last few moments of twilight playing over this magical place before night claimed it for another evening. The ambient light that filtered in from half a room away let me see the words. I'd like to say I read them but I couldn't. I knew the meaning of each word, and why they were there but I couldn't accept them at first. In my mind I started to recall every precious moment I spent with her. Images and sound flood back to me. The fact she could excite all my senses. The comfort she gave, the twinkle in her eye. Every tender caress, every soft whisper, every laugh and smile. Everything that was her. Remembering how she could take my breath away with just a look. How I would watch her cross the room, a saunter more than a walk. Her sweetness and sensuality, a delightful balance, all without effort Before my eyes the night charged in as it always did. Through the inky blackness and midnight blue, stars, though not many, could be barely seen... that is, if I had been looking of course. The moon, softly aglow, making its' way across the sky, steady and even, its' path set. How I lost as much time as I did is beyond me. Surprised that a whole evening can melt away if you let it... and I did. The time I sat there I just thought about her, what she meant to me. Surely this was the first of many nights to come, nights I would walk the halls at all hours. To stand on the terrace and peer out in to the darkness to the east. For the most part, I felt, well I felt lucky to just to have known her, even if it was for a little while. Though I respected her for her decision, still I couldn't help feel a little sad and that a part of me, a part of me that made me a better person, was gone. I quickly brushed away those selfish thoughts, realizing that it was her happiness that mattered and was concerned for The golden arc of the sun was beginning to lick at the edges of the place I call home. Sending the message that a new day was here. Perhaps as just an assurance, the warmth felt good on my face. Curious by nature, Gatsby, who remained absent the entirety of the night, sniffed at the note that rested on the floor at my feet. He hopped up on the cushion, before padding his way across the couch, on to my lap. His yellow green eyes peering up as a front paw patted softly my chin and uttered a soft "... mew... " Leaning forward, just enough to pick up the paper, the kitty not moving a whisker. I carefully folded it neatly, into three sections, choosing not to reread it. Gazing down, giving him my attention as he starts to nuzzle an open hand, starting to purr and giving me a rather concerned look for a cat to give. Letting loose a sigh, the type that goes with a heavy heart, scratching the under side of his chin I quietly said "... yeah... I'm going to miss her too." The Note "There. Isn't that better, sweetie? That fits you a lot better. The other one was a bit off in several ways, and this one . . . well, yes, you look a lot better in this one." Janice was giving Ward a much-admiring look from head to toe. "Uh. Yes, I do like the Batman suit a lot better than the clown costume. But won't Peter be upset? I mean . . . a clown costume," Ward said. "Oh, Peter will never know it was meant for him if you don't tell him. He's a bit smaller than you, so the clown suit will be closer to his fit." "It will still be short in the legs and droopy in the belly for him, though," Ward responded as he admired himself in the mirror. Yes, he had quite good musculature on his own, but the strategically added padding in this Batman suit gave him truly superhero proportions. He'd been particularly amused by the added padding in the crotch. "Well, Peter's your husband. If he asks I'll just say you picked out the costumes." "Leslie picked out the costumes, Ward. If she'd meant you to have the clown costume, she should have known the measurements better. She's your wife." Janice knew exactly why Leslie had picked out the costumes she had, though. And Janice was willing to bet that there had been no mix-up with the measurements either. Leslie wanted to humiliate her husband, Ward. She'd been doing it in small ways for some time. And there had seemed to be little rhyme or reason to it. Ward was a hunk, and a real catch as a husband and father. But Janice just this afternoon had come to realize that her supposed best friend's motives and schemes went beyond making fun of and diminishing her husband. They had both been in Leslie's kitchen earlier that afternoon, putting together their treats supplies for handing out later in the evening before they went off to their own costume party. Janice had gone with Leslie to pick up their costumes before that, and the differences between what Leslie had picked out for Ward and Peter had struck Janice even then as odd. But then that afternoon Janice had seen Leslie in her dining room writing a note on a slip of paper. The doorbell rang, and while Leslie went off to answer that, Janice slipped into the dining room and read the note. It surprised and confused her, but later, as she worked it over in her mind, she thought she'd gotten the drift of what it meant. When Leslie came back, Janice watched her slit the wrapper of a Snickers bar and slip the note inside and come back into the kitchen and open a cupboard, place the Snickers bar inside, close the cupboard, and come back to where Janice was working. The innocent expression on her face incensed Janice and at that moment she decided what she was going to do about it. It was seeing the Snickers bar being brought into play with the note that had begun to clue Janice in on what was happening. That's when she volunteered to help the men with getting their costumes on and adjusted. "But now that I've got you sorted out," Janice was continuing in the bedroom with Ward, "I'll have to go home and relieve Peter in case there are some earlier trick-or-treaters. He'll bring the kiddies over here to wait while he changes, and then you two men can take our combined broods around for their candy fix before you, Leslie, Peter, and I slip off to the costume party." "Umm, thanks for the help with the costumes, Janice. And I won't say anything to Peter about the costume switch." "No problem, sweetie. See you later. Time for me to become a nurse." Ward watched Leslie exit the room, his eyes going to the swing of her hips. He had been embarrassed when she was in the room while he was changing. He was afraid that she'd see the effect she had on him—the effect she had on most of the men in the neighborhood. But if she'd noticed, she certainly hadn't said anything. That was Janice all over: inscrutable and unattainable, but oh so luscious. * * * * Peter and Ward soon were taking their boys house to house in the neighborhood for trick-or-treating, while their wives held down the fort for candy distribution. At 8:30, when the candy parade was set to end by county ordinance, the babysitters would arrive, and at 9:00 the two couples would be off to the country club for the adults' costume party. But at 10:30, Ward was scheduled to be off to the high school to help chaperone the late shift of the Halloween party there and Peter was going to go downtown to the gift store he owned and clear out the Halloween decorations and set up the ones for Thanksgiving. Peter, Ward, and their boys had been half way round the neighborhood before coming back to their own block. Leslie, dressed as a Bavarian milk maid and greeting all of the trick-or-treaters in a badly faked German accent, seemed particularly pleased to see Batman and the clown and the boys, She struck a provocative pose and smiled broadly as the trick-or-treaters approached. Ward and Peter were slightly dragging now, but the four young boys were still revved up, hopping up and down in sugar-induced glee and laughing and arguing with each other in shrill voices. "Ach du lieber, meine Shatz," Leslie growled in a low, guttural voice as she peered into the murkiness of the low light on her front porch. "Meine superhero and Bubbles the Clown. Gretel has something special for all of you, ja she does. Reese's cups for the Liebchens, a Butterfingers bar for Bubbles"—upon which Leslie giggled—"and . . . especially for you, my superhero Batmensch, a very, very, special Snickers bar. You must promise me to eat it first." As she handed the candy out, she gave a particularly warm smile to Batman and held his hand with hers, taking a bit longer time with him than with the others. The candy bars were nice, Ward thought, but not much nicer than they were getting at the other houses. In fact, everyone seemed to be giving out Reese's cups and Snickers, Butterfingers, and Milky Way bars this year. He'd suggested to Leslie that they do something more special, but apparently his wife hadn't gotten the hint. She hadn't listened to much of anything he said for some time now. This candy theme held out for the rest of the block—a plethora of Butterfingers, Reese's cups, and Snickers and Milky Way bars. And what else was happening at most every stop was the flirty attention Batman got from women who answered their doors in contrast to the dismissal of the clown in the costume that was both too tight and too baggy. Ward was really glad that he'd switched costumes. The next-to-the-last stop was at Peter and Janice's house, where Peter and his boys just lurched into the house past Janice at the door and headed for the living room couches. Their boys were already lost in jabbering about the candy haul they had snarfed up. "And a nice big Snickers bar for you, sweetie—sweets for the sweetie," Janice said with a big smile, as she plopped a Snickers bar into Batman's bag. If Ward wasn't mistaken, Janice had blown him a kiss as he and his boys struggled back down the driveway. Ward thought Janice really looked like something in that nurse's costume. Sure would like to play doctor with her, he thought. But then he was struggling to catch up with his little boys. "Hold on there, Little Ward and Wayne. One last house. It's nearly the bewitching hour and Daddie's pooped. Back home then and we put the candy up to sort out and ration tomorrow." "Ah, Dad," Wayne whined. "You promised we could have one each before we got home." They'd reached the neighborhood park, and there wasn't anything that Ward wanted to do more than sit down right at that moment. "OK, boys. Over there on that bench. We'll sit and each have just one. Then it's home and get ready for bed." The boys agonized over the "just one" rule long enough for Ward to agree to two each—if they promised not to tell their mother. They were absorbed in their selection as if they were picking out a new car, and Ward absentmindedly stuck his hand into his own bag. He hadn't put his bag out at each house for a treat, but most of the houses he stopped at insisted that he take something too for being a good sport and dressing out and taking his boys out. What Ward came up with was a Snickers bar, one of many he'd gotten that night. He was unwrapping it when a note fell out. He picked the note up off the walkway, turned his flashlight on, and read what it said. "Must have you tonight, sweetie. My back porch after the party. Bring condoms." Ward nearly tripped over his cape and fell off the park bench in surprise and twitterpation. He took a quick look at his boys, but they were still engrossed in their second candy bar pick—and telling each other how much better their first pick had been than the other boy's. Ward wasn't a dummy. He knew that Leslie ordered him a clown suit to disparage him. Her snotty indifference to him for months hadn't been lost on him. He'd seen a divorce coming for some time. He also had had wet dreams about some of the other women in the neighborhood. One of these women had slipped him this note. One of the women in the neighborhood wanted him. And Leslie didn't seem to want him. Which one was it? Someone who gave him a Snickers bar. He'd gotten Snickers bars at lots of houses. He wasn't particularly fond of Snickers bars; this was really Peter's favorite candy. The families actually had a running joking going about Peter's passion for Snickers bars. Ward reached down in the bag and sorted through the candy. Nine Snickers bars. Where had he gotten those? The note had been inside a Snickers bar. Hazel Channing had been handing out Snickers. But she was a sixty-year-old battle-ax. Ward had never seen her break so much as a smile at a man, any man—and tonight hadn't been any different. No, it couldn't be Hazel. So, one down. Eight other possibilities. There was his own wife, Leslie, of course. She's really made a big deal of giving him a Snickers bar, which was just like Leslie, since she knew he preferred a lot of other kinds of candy over a Snickers bar. She was just sticking it to him again. He'd gotten that. But he could discount that possibility that she had slipped him this note as much as he had Hazel Channing. So, seven. Think, Ward. He looked at the note again. What jumped out now—"condom" being what had jumped out the first time, of course—was the word "sweetie." He'd heard that somewhere recently. And not just once. "Shazam!" He actually yelled that word and the boys looked up, startled. But they thought he was just playing Batman, and it was probably the Batman costume that had made him pick that word. It wasn't actually a word he usually used. Just like "sweetie" wasn't a word that Janice had used around him in his memory—at least until today. But today Janice had called him "sweetie" several times. She'd first done it a couple of times in his bedroom when she was adjusting his costume and then again at her front door tonight, when she had given him . . . a Snickers bar. "Come on, guys," he said, jumping up from the park bench, lost in excitement. "Let's get home and get the rest of this evening moving." * * * * Ward felt superhuman as he crouched over Janice in the glider on her back porch nearly at midnight that night and listened appreciatively to her groan with each thrust of his cock and her moan as he pulled back, ready to push in even further with the next one. Leslie hadn't responded like this in years. But Janice melted to him. Her body was luscious, yielding, obviously wanting him just as the note had said. He felt like king of the mountain, spurred on by passion and want so succinctly expressed in that note in the Snickers bar. He had no idea that Janice had wanted him as much as he had wanted her. He had a slight twinge of guilt that he had duped Peter into taking his shift at the high school party. Peter was always so willing and gullible, the dope. But Ward had never particularly liked Peter, and it was perfect knowing that Peter couldn't be back home until after 1:00 a.m. when the party at the high school officially ended. For her part, Janice was in seventh heaven, having found Ward every bit as superhuman in endowment and staying power as a superhero. She was flying even higher in contemplating what Peter, the two-timing dope, was missing—despite what he'd probably been doing while cheating on her for months—and how confused and disappointed—and unsatisfied—Leslie must feel sitting on her back porch and waiting for what would never arrive. The Note I don't know when I first fell for Chad. It was probably during my first year of college, soon after I met him, but regardless, by the time junior year rolled around I was desperately in love with him. I had never considered myself gay, but I would honestly have done anything to be with Chad. Chad is attractive, with the physique of a high school football player, but it's more than that. His personality is just magnetic. Anyone who's met him once smiles when they talk about him, and anyone who's lucky enough to be in his inner circle is regarded with jealousy by others. Despite the fact that he typically shines with light, Chad does have a dark side. When his mom got sick in our sophomore year, he withdrew a bit. Sometimes he would ask one of our larger friends to fight him, bare-knuckled, and the fights were brutal. But after his mom got better, that part of his personality faded away, and he was once again the beacon of charisma that everyone loved. At the onset of our junior year, Chad started dating Kristine. Kristine was amazing, which only made me hate her more. I wanted Chad, but Kristine got him. As he spent more and more time with with her, I felt lost; somehow, I'd built my life around him, and when he left my world started to crumble. That's probably what led me to the most selfish thing I've ever done. It happened on a Friday evening. It'd been a long week, and some of us went out for a drink. We didn't usually get drunk, but we liked the atmosphere of the local bar. Sitting there, I saw Chad checking out a guy at the bar. At first I thought I might have imagined it, but the more I watched, the more sure I was that Chad was examining the guy's body. When the man looked our way, I saw Chad blush and look down. For so long, I'd sat on my desire, sure that there was no way that I could ever be with him. But now I suspected that there was a potential that we could be together. But how could I be with him when he was with Kristine? Admittedly, I drank a bit too much that night. And, on my way home, I slipped a note under Kristine's apartment door. - The next afternoon I heard my doorbell. I got off the couch and opened the door. I barely had time to react before a fist slammed into my face. I staggered back, and my hands leapt to my face; between my fingers, I saw Chad shoving his way into my apartment. His face was the darkest I'd ever seen; storm clouds danced across his face. "You asshole," he said, shoving the note at me. I saw that his left hand held a pistol. "Did you think I wouldn't recognize your handwriting? I thought you were my best friend, and this is how you repay me?" He waved the gun in my face. "She broke up with me, Steven! Kristine was the best thing that ever happened to me; what did I ever do to you that you would take her from me like this?" I couldn't answer. I looked at the note. "Ask Chad if he's gay." Why had I written that? What was I thinking? I looked at the gun. This was not the Chad that I knew. This was the dark Chad. "Well guess the cat's out of the bag. Am I gay? I don't know. Maybe. But I think I'm about to find out. You ruined the best thing in my life, and you're going to pay for it." I was terrified. I couldn't stop looking at the gun, which he was waving menacingly. "Chad. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Please, don't do anything you'll regret. Come on, Bro; it's me!" "You know what, Steven? You're right. I'm not going to do something I'll regret. I'm going to do something you'll regret. I'm about to fuck your face; how's that for an answer to your question?" I was caught off guard; I didn't know how to react. This was exactly what I had wanted for so long, but I couldn't let Chad know that; he wanted to hurt me, and I was sure that he thought this would be the worst punishment possible. Somehow, I managed a mask of disgust. "No, Chad. Come on. Dude, please!" But he was already taking off his pants. "Shut up, you bitch. You're doing this. And you'd better do a good job, or I'm going to beat the shit out of you.. Thanks to you, I have nothing left to lose." I got down on my knees, but managed to maintain a terrified expression. The gun, along with the very serious threat, helped. "Wait," he said. "Take off your shirt. You don't get to be dressed for this." I did so. "Now swallow it." His dick was next to my mouth. His cut lines and abs were right in front of my eyes. I felt my own cock growing hard as I took the tip of his treasure into my mouth. Suddenly, my head was knocked to the side by a blow from his fist. "Hey, bitch. Watch your teeth. Anything you do that I don't like is going to earn you another punch." I thought about what I would want in a blowjob. This time, I wet my lips. Again, I took his tip in my mouth and licked around the edge of the head. It stiffened a little bit. Wrapping my teeth in my lips to be sure I didn't bite him again, I took the whole thing in. He tasted salty, and his cock stiffened even more. It was beginning to get too big for my mouth. I popped the head out past my lips. Chad looked down at me. "Yeah, Steve. That was nice. Keep going, bitch." I licked down the shaft and took the tip in again. I was glad that he couldn't see my hard penis through my pants; I could not let him know that I wanted this. I began to bob on his cock, moving my tongue around. I liked the taste, and I was trying to get as much of it as possible. He seemed to enjoy it when my tongue snaked around, so I did it more. I was having trouble keeping the terrified look in my eyes. Finally, I abandoned the attempt. I didn't care what happened next; all I wanted right then was to give the man I loved the best blowjob he'd ever had. Chad was standing in front of my couch; I pushed him backward and he fell onto it. As I bobbed more, he began to thrust up into my face. He was fully firm at this point. His cock wasn't huge, but it was bigger than my mouth. I decided I would try to deepthroat it. My first attempt hurt my throat and cut off my air supply. Coughing, I sat up. Chad was looking at me curiously. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, bitch?" I didn't say anything, but took a big breath and went down again. I swallowed the tip of his penis down again. I began to gag, and swallowed again. Every time I swallowed around the tip of his cock he moaned a little bit. I kept going, stroking the base of his shaft and his balls with my hand. I wanted him to cum. I wanted Chad's sperm in my mouth. Oh, god, there was nothing I wanted more than Chad's orgasm in my mouth. I felt Chad's balls tightening. I swallowed again. He thrust into my mouth. I gagged and swallowed again. He thrust hard. I had to breathe, but I held it for a bit longer. My head was getting light, but I swallowed again. Suddenly, I felt his penis spasming, and I pulled his cock out of my throat as his jizz squirted out into my mouth. It was amazing: creamy, but with the same salty flavor as his penis. I licked up as much of the sperm as I could. When I looked up, Chad was looking at me with pleasure. "I know why you wrote that note. You really wanted to know, didn't you? You were hoping that I was gay." I smiled shyly. "Well... I think I am. And I think I want to fuck you in the ass. And you're going to let me." My cock, already so hard, leapt even more. It was almost painful. "I'll give you anything you want, Chad. I love you. I think I've always loved you." He smiled. "Good. Now take off your pants, bitch." This time, when he said bitch, it was a term of endearment. I quickly stripped off my pants and my boxers. My penis stood straight out, the most swollen I'd ever seen it. I turned my back to him. "Please fuck me, Chad. Please fuck me in the ass." "First, I'm going to need you to use your skillful tongue to get me hard again," he said. I turned back around and began licking over him. I was surprised at how quickly he got hard; normally, it took me at least an hour after masturbating before I could even start to get hard. I must have really been doing something he liked. "Okay, bitch. I'm ready." I shivered when he called me a bitch. I was his bitch. I wanted to be his bitch. I gave his cock a few more strokes - like mine, it was a swollen rod - and turned around. I pushed my legs apart and leaned as far forward as I could. I could feel the tip of Chad's penis on my asshole. He pushed, and I fell forward. "Hold still," Chad said. I got back into position and held it as firmly as possible. He pushed into me again, and his tip, slick with saliva, pushed into my tight hole. As he entered, I knew that he was too big. I wasn't supposed to take him like this. But I didn't care. I wanted him inside me, and if I died, I would have him. He pushed in slowly; after he passed a certain point, I felt a thrill and gasped. I pushed back against him, and he went the rest of the way in quickly. "Go," I said, "I want your cum in my ass. Please, Chad, cum in my ass. Do it." As I said this, I pushed back against him. He pulled out, and then back in. The ridges on his penis stroked my sphincter and my G-spot. I gasped again. "Come on, Chad. Cum in me. Come on, big boy." Chad's hands had been on my hips. But, during a brief pause, he wrapped his left arm up onto my chest, his right around my torso. He pulled me onto the couch, so that I sat on his lap, his chest pressed into my back. He thrust up again and again. I bounced up and then pushed down against him. Every time he pushed it hurt, tearing my ass a little more, but it was the most enjoyable pain I'd ever felt. Once again, I felt his balls tighten and his penis twitching as he unloaded his sperm into my ass. As Chad's jizz settled around his penis, it filled up all the tears soothed the pain. Suddenly, I felt Chad's right hand holding my penis. Still holding me close with his left arm, he began to stroke me as he began thrusting again. "Come on, Steven. I want your cum in my hand. Cum for me, baby." It only took him a few strokes to get me there. I'd been so hard for so long that it almost exploded. It was quickest orgasm that I'd ever experienced, but it was also the best one I'd ever had. He wrapped his right arm around my stomach again, wiping my own sperm on my chest. As I settled back against him, his penis still buried in my asshole, I felt Chad kissing my shoulder. "Yeah. I definitely think I'm gay." I could hear the bright smile on his face, and I smiled, too. The Note When I woke up in the morning you were gone. I took my shower and prepared for the day when I found a note by my cup on the counter. I grabbed the note and shoved it into my bag and then I grabbed my cup before walking out of the door. On my way to work you called my cell and asked what I thought about the note. "Well I was rushing out the door and didn't have a chance to read it yet. It's in my bag and I'm planning on reading it once I get into the office." "You need to get to bed a little earlier and stop messing around on the computer." I smile and start to pull away from a red light. "I know, but I cannot help myself." "Well tonight you will, because if we're planning on getting an early start tomorrow you'll have to be well rested." I yawned and said, "I know. Hey how about you just tell me what is on the note and I don't have to read it." "No, I wrote it intentionally so you would read it. Besides I have to get going into this meeting. Love you, Sarah and read the note." "Love you too, Ben." I got out before I heard the dial tone. I punched in and went to my desk taking off my jacket and turning the lights on in the office. I'm not the first one there ever, but they are children and need these things done for them. Finally when I am done "opening" the office I start up my computer and grab the note out of my bag. I begin to read the note written very carefully in your handwriting...although a little shaky. Sarah, Because you are online and not in bed with me yet when you get home from work I would ask that you do the following: - Shower - Shave – use my menthol shaving cream – as always. - Grab your bristle brush and belt - Climb into bed and give yourself the following punishment - 200 slaps to each breast - 300 slaps to your newly shaven pussy - Make sure each hit is nice and slow and hard - Belt your thighs together tightly and take a nap on your stomach, I will wake you once I get home Love, Ben I knew my face was flushed and as soon as I read the last sentence my boss walked to my desk. I smiled and turned the paper over as he informed me of someone coming in for a meeting. Once he left my desk I re-read the note and realized how hot it had made me. I placed the note back into my bag and sighed as I turned to my computer. I knew you were in a meeting so I called and left a message at your office telling you that you can consider it done. My day was average as the note sat in the back of my mind and I was shifting in my seat wondering what tonight would bring. I told the HR person I needed to run to the post office and would be going home straight after. She informed me to have a good mini-vacation and I was off. After hitting the post office I went home and did as I was told. While in the shower I lathered up with your cream and the cool tingling heightened my excitement. Once out of the shower I applied baby oil gel and rubbed it onto my cunt – to stop the itching that will come. I wondered how could he possibly ask me to sleep after all this? But I continued on. I walked past the mirror into our room naked and wondered what he saw in me, but damn he knew how to make me feel sexy, erotic, and like such a whore. I grabbed my brush only used for spanking. My hand reached for the belt on the hook. I kissed them both as you require me to do when I am using them. Oddly enough this makes me accept them and love the pleasure/pain they bring to me. I pulled back my blankets and climbed into the bed. My knees were bent and open wide. I grabbed my left breast and squeezed my nipple and then began to slap my breast and began to count. I placed my left hand underneath my neck as I watched my breast jiggle with every hit. The cold air was breathing against my open cunt was turning me on more with every slap. By the time the hundredth hit was administered my nipple was bright red and I my cunt was feeling warm and I could feel the wetness begin to seep out. I raised my right hand behind my head and began to administer your remedy to my right breast. Once finished with my right breast I hit each nipple with my hand and kissed the handle of the brush. I then spread my legs wider and began with the spankings. Each hit was harder than the last and I knew I was trying to make myself cum brushing it up against my clit with every hit. I was only at fifty and I didn't know how I was going to last until I make the last slap at three hundred. I paused and breathed deeply as I looked at the clock. I knew you would be home within an hour and a half. I took another deep breath and began to hit my cunt. This time I kept it at a slower pace pausing five seconds between each hard hit. I kissed the brush after finally reaching three hundred. As I rolled over to place the brush on the bedside table I felt my wetness seep into the crack of my ass and the scent of my cunt was in the air. If I could smell it I'm sure you would. I smiled as I grabbed the belt and kissed it before tightening it around my thighs. I made sure it was as far as it could go and then I rolled over and closed my eyes. Although I couldn't sleep because I was so turned on I kept imaging what you possibly were going to do to me. When I awoke the room was dark and I felt a presence on the bed with me. I turned my head and you were laying next to me. "Hey, babe. How do you feel?" I began to stretch and said, "Oddly enough I am still horny. I had the craziest dream." You smiled down at me and your hand laid on my naked ass and traced the crack of my ass. "I'm sure you did." "I dreamt I screwed this guy who came in for the meeting today. The worst part was he looked like Dennis Franz." You chuckled and kissed my cheek. "I just got in. You go back to sleep I'm going to hop in the shower." I watch as you walk down the hall and turn into the bathroom. You peek your head back out of the bathroom and say, "By the way you smell delicious." I smiled and then wriggled a little to get more comfortable and try to fall back asleep. I was awoken to your and on my ass. You smacked it hard and I jerked my head up. "Sarah, I love how your ass jiggles when I hit it." You offer me the brush. "Kiss the brush, Sarah." My lips kiss the wooden handle and your hand moves my hair out of my eyes. "Good girl. Now I want you to count. Do you think you can do that for me?" "Of course I can, Ben." "Come on, Sarah. You know when you're in this state you should refer to me as Master or Sir, but you know which I prefer." "Yes I do, Master." You kiss my lips and I realize you're naked as well as I am. "Mmm, we're going to have so much fun tonight, Sarah. I'll make you never want to be on the computer again." You climb on top of my legs and begin to tease my ass with your finger. I writhe underneath your touch and you begin to smack my ass – harder than I smacked my cunt. "One! Thank you, Master. Two! Thank you, Master. Three! Thank you, Master..." This continues until we reach one hundred – on each cheek. "Mmm," you say as you rub my ass. "slut Sarah your ass is so red." You climb off of me and place the brush back on the bedside table. You begin to trace the crack of my ass with your finger and let it dip a little deeper between my legs so your finger is now on the outside of my cunt. You begin to trace the opening and feel how wet I am. You pull your finger out and I hear you suck my juices off. "Would you like a taste, my little one?" "Oh yes, Master. It would please me greatly." You finger dives in. Another follows and your fingering my cunt as I am under you writhing. Your fingers stop and are resting inside of my cunt. "If you keep moving I won't let you have a taste. I will go in the other room turn up a porno and get off myself while you listen. You will stay belted ALL night and all through our weekend trip while I pleasure myself and not allow you anything. Do you understand me, little one?" "Yes, Master." You then remove them and offer them as my head is sideways on my pillow. I suck your fingers like I would suck your cock. I'm earnest and looking to please you so you will in turn please me. "That's a good slave." Now roll over. As I roll over I notice how hard your cock is and how red the head is. I notice the glistening and I smile as you bend over and kiss my breasts. Your teeth stop and play with my nipples. You bite and tug and my left hand rests on the back of your head. Our eyes meet and I know then and there I love you more than you ever expect. You smile up at me and your hand works on the belt. Once it is off you throw it across the room. "Open those legs for me, little one." As I do we hear the crackle of the wetness between my legs. You and I smile and you chuckle. "I knew you were wet, but the insides of your thighs are so thick. No wonder the room smelt so good before." I smile and my face turns red. "No, Sarah, that's a great thing. Every man loves that." Your hand moves down my left leg and you lift in onto your shoulder as you move your head to my cunt. I feel you begin to lick my lips up and down. You bury your tongue further inside of me and you begin to fuck me with your tongue as I try not moving. Your hand reaches for mine and we hold on as you fuck me with your mouth. Then you slide your tongue up to my clit and you tease me a little more before climbing on top of me. I feel your member between my lips as you kiss me and very easily slide inside of me. I love my taste on your lips and tongue. You begin fucking me slow. "Sarah, I want you to start fucking me. Don't ask me for permission. Cum as many times as you want just fuck me with that cunt of yours." I begin to meet your thrusts as you fuck me and then I turn you over and begin to grind upon your cock cumming almost instantly. I continue to fuck your cock wanting you to cum deep inside of me. You roll me over and raise my legs on your shoulders and you fuck me harder than you spanked me. It isn't long before I feel you cum deep inside of me. You collapse on top me and kiss my lips. "Well," I say as we roll onto our sides. "If this is the punishment I get for being online I think I'm going to be on there morning, noon, and night." You smile and kiss my lips. "Actually, I think I agree with you." I climb out of bed. "Where are you going?" "To take a shower and then I want to check my email." I pause. "Would you like to join me in the shower?" You agree. When we're out of the shower I turn the computer on and you turn the tv on and pass out on the couch. I change the bedding and then turn off the computer. I bring a blanket and join you on the couch. The Note Looking at the clock above the mirror you see there is still another 15 minutes to go. You lay back and let the heat soak through you. The note in the envelope at dinner was very specific; wait at the table for 10 minutes then head up to the bathroom. The bath was full of bubbles and steaming hot to the point of it almost being painful to get in, however you had to soak for 30 minutes so there was plenty of time to get used to it. By now the water felt perfect, your body tingling partially from the heat but as much from the wine, a glass of which, along with your thoughts, had been your only company in the mellow light of the candles along the edge of the tub and the night glow coming in through the skylight. The meal had been light but plentiful and the ambiance intimate; the company was perfect and the wine along with the conversation, eventually turning to the erotic, had flowed. You found yourself wondering about the night still to come as you enjoyed the rest of your lazy soak and the end of the wine; there was nothing to get up for in the morning and you just knew from experience that the night would last until dawn, by which time both of you would be both physically and mentally drained -- a perfect state to be in to enjoy Sunday morning in bed. Time up! You climb from the bath, barely dry off and wrap yourself in a robe before walking to the bedroom. As you half expected, you're alone; the room is warm but there is a gentle breeze coming in from the warm night air. Candles are lit and dotted around the room but other than that, there is little light, again just the ambient light from the night sky through the window. The large bed is neatly made with just a single Egyptian white cotton sheet on the top, turned over at one corner. A single pillow is centred at the top of the bed. Two silk scarves hang from the top corners of the wrought iron bed-head, tied to the bed at one end, with a simple loop at the other; an eye mask and a pair of headphones lie on the pillow. There are no more instructions but you can work it out for yourself; you slip out of the robe, your body still slightly damp, not wet, from the bath and the heat of your own skin. You slide under the sheet placing the mask over your eyes and the headphones over your ears. The candles obviously aren't for your benefit! You don't recognise the music but it is relaxing and mellow and quiet enough not to distract your train of thought. Two out of your five senses are now inoperable, the thought thrills you! You reach out to your sides and feel your way into the loops in the scarves and with a gentle tug you feel the material tightening, just enough to hold you but not enough to hurt. You realise it would be a struggle to get out now but you have no intentions of moving anyway -- this is all for your benefit. You have no idea if you are still alone or not; there is nothing you can do now but wait. In the mean time your thoughts turn to what the night may bring! You are now at the mercy of me and unwittingly, it's all your own doing! Your mind is deep in erotic thoughts when from nowhere the breeze seems to pick up; does that mean you're not alone in the room anymore or is it just the late night summer air picking up? nothing happens and you go back to your private thoughts; part of you wishes you hadn't tied your hands so tight, you really would like to touch yourself -- but you can't, the note said so and for all you know, I may now be watching you! It's said that people who lose their sight or hearing develop a sixth sense; you're sure something is happening, but what? The first you know is when the sheet starts to move; as soft as it is, you feel every fibre of the hem move away from your neck, down to your shoulders. You barely know what is happening but you can feel the material move; you're not even sure it is happening to start with. Only the cool breeze against your exposed skin tells you for sure that the sheet is definitely slipping away down your body. Your toes feel it, your knees feel it and your sensitive and hardening nipples feel the cotton moving slowly down your body. Now you know I'm in the room and I'm slowly but surely stripping you naked; the hem of the sheet feeling like silk as it smoothly slips over your flesh leaving you more and more exposed; your lack of senses due to the eye patch and earphones ensuring you feel every inch of movement. You strain to hear my voice, my breathing -- even your own, but there's nothing; no evidence of my presence other than the thin material that once offered you some protection now leaving you completely exposed. You allow yourself a small but smug smile; you're the one being teased here but you know you look damn good and you know that I am there as turned on as you are by the whole scenario -- who's teasing who now? You lie there naked in the warmth feeling the slightly cooler air wash over you, wondering what I'll do next as you struggle to sense anything going on in the room. Again you lie and wait, feeling nothing physical yet realising a sense of eroticism in the room you've never felt before. Tied to the bed you've never felt so naked, so on-show yet every nerve in your body is tingling with pleasure and anticipation of what is to come. Your head flinches as if in defence to an unknown intruder as your heightened senses react to something close; you have no way of knowing what's there but you relax -- you trust me implicitly. Naturally and beyond your control, your mouth pouts as my lips gently brush against yours in a tender kiss. There was no way of knowing I was there yet somehow, you just knew -- but the moment is gone! There is no movement in the room; it's like I was never there. Yet somehow you feel me looking at you, adoring your naked body lying there in front of me, and you know that you are completely at my mercy; the realisation of this sends shivers down your spine, through your thighs and deep into the very centre of your sexual being! You wait! Something soft; a feather, as light as a butterfly, brushes against your thigh. At least you thought it did, but it stops -- maybe it was nothing. Then again against the side of your chest; something definitely touched you. Your remaining senses are working overtime but you know you felt something. You try to slow your breathing but it's no use; the atmosphere is charged and you're being carried along against your will, the sound of your heart is pounding inside your head as every part of your body strains to know what is going on. Again nothing. Again you wait. The breeze against your skin suddenly feels different; there's a warm breath across your throat; was it me or were you imagining it? Your whole body is now more alert to every change than it has ever been; you're sure something stroked your calf, touched against your wrist. There's a feeling in your lower belly but you know this is nothing on the outside, this is purely from within. Your breath is now quick and shallow, your pulse fast as your skin begins to gloss over. Gone is the dampness of the bath, this is your own moistness forming across your body. Then you feel a kiss, you know it's a kiss, there's no mistaking it, high on your chest. You plead quietly but not quietly enough for the same kiss to caress your breasts. I stop! You wait. Still you wait, feeling punished, for what you don't know! There's movement on the bed; where next? The same feather, if it indeed is a feather, as before is now tracing down from your neck across your shoulders, down the length of one arm, back up. It pauses. It runs gently down from your upper arm, down your side to your waist, across your midriff to the other side and back up, this time encroaching on your breast. You feel your nipples react instantly to the touch as the feather? brushes across your cleavage to your other breast. Involuntary you squeeze your thighs together as you try to calm the ache building between your legs. I stop. Nothing! You wait. Nothing! You daren't move, even your thighs stay still as you realise you've done wrong. Firm yet gentle hands grasp your legs and move them shoulder width apart; something is placed between your knees; a pillow or a cushion! Bastard! Now there's no way you can ease the ache threatening to overwhelm you from within. You feel even more exposed and vulnerable -- you also feel far more aroused than you ever thought possible. You are enjoying the lack of control; you want to be at my every whim. You now realise that there is nothing I can do that won't make you feel on a high. You want to be my whore and treated as such! As your legs are now apart you feel the moistness inside of you start to seep out, you know I can see the glisten of your juices -- you want me to see, you want to be my slut! Your one remaining powerful sense, feel, tells you that I'm close by; you're convinced I'm close to your pussy. You desperately try to squeeze your legs together but to no avail, you feel the slow trickle of your wetness leave your pussy and run down the crack of your backside to the bed. Can you feel the warmth of my breath nearing your inner thighs or is it just hope? You feel a kiss on the bridge of your foot, definitely a kiss. Then up your calf, the smoothness of my lips trace a line up your inner leg pausing at your knee. I kiss up the length of your thighs one at a time. You feel me getting closer to your sexual nerve centre and push your hips up to meet my mouth. Not this timeI I stop. You rest back down. We wait. I carry on; my lips very gently caress the small of your belly just above the line of your pubic hair; first dry, barely brushing your skin. Then damper, firmer like a real kiss my mouth explores one of your most sensitive erogenous zones. Your breathing becomes more laboured almost panting, you think you can actually smell the musky aroma of your own excitement -- you know I can! You feel the bed move as I again stop just when you least want me to, you feel me near you, my breath against your face, your own breath against my face. You purse your lips and lift your head to meet me, this time I don't stop. Instead I kiss you -- very tenderly; letting you know that although I'm teasing you, frustrating you, infuriating you, it's all for you and your pleasure. Not for long though as I move off again. A feeling on your belly, as alert as you sense of touch is, it is so subtle that you're not sure it's hot or cold, but you know it's wet. It's cold and it moves up from your belly button to your chest, then down to the top of your pubic hair -- it's an ice cube, leaving a trail of cold water up your body. You feel my mouth, warm and soft; follow the same route, brushing against your skin. Pausing to touch your belly button with my tongue before it moves on up the now perspiring channel between your breasts. I pause. Another movement on the bed by the pillow; instinctively you know what is happening and you turn your head to meet me. Your lips gently part as I offer my hardness to you; you know better than to take too much, instead you kiss the wet, sticky tip, pausing for a moment before running your tongue around the head, tasting for yourself the proof that you're not the only one tuned on by the game. Having made my point, I pull away. My mouth moves sideways; first across one breast then the other, stopping to kiss each nipple in turn. The feeling almost hurts! I take a nipple into my mouth and gently roll it between my lips; it hardens to my touch. I bite very gently and leave it wet before moving on to the other one. I blow across both nipples and watch in awe as they stiffen even more in the warm evening air. Your breath shortens, quickens, as you feel yourself starting to lose control. Your chest reddens and your breasts swell and firm up even more that normal as you feel yourself close to climax, the heat in your pussy becoming unbearable. I don't stop. I trace my mouth back down the centre of your body; tonguing, gently kissing down your cleavage now positively heaving with desire, pausing briefly at your belly button before again concentrating on your lower abdomen. I move on, lower. You try, but fail, not to moan. I kiss my way down your pubic mound, nibbling the short neat hair as I go. Your moans grow loader and more intense as definitely this time, you feel my warm breath against the smooth outer of your pussy. As lightly as I can, I kiss between your legs, either side of your swollen puffy lips. Very softly, maybe too softly for you to feel, I run a finger from the top of your moist opening, down between the velvet like feel of your lips and across the tight but sensitive entrance to your ass. Not too softly for you to feel at all -- my finger is soaked; I hold it up to your mouth and you suck greedily, savouring every drop. You open your legs as much as you can; this time I help you, holding your thighs wide as you bend your knees up toward your chest. My lips meet yours! My tongue gently slides along the length of your open, wet lips, down between your legs as far back as your juices have run; lapping gently at your clitoris before probing deep, deeper into your moist depths. You give up any semblance of control as my mouth works harder, faster, sucking the swollen fleshy folds of your pussy, working your engorged clitoris, my tongue digging deep into you as your whole body convulses as if in a state of electric shock. You can hear your pulse thumping, your body is covered in a thin film of sweat and you twitch and writhe as you explode into the most intense of pleasures; your pussy almost pouring as I try to catch the full force of your orgasm in my mouth. You collapse in a heap. I join you. Your body eventually calms down, your breathing slows and you relax, exhausted. I take off the headphones, slowly lift off the eye patches as you squint in the dim glow of the candles around you and untie your wrists. I lie next to you, reach for the sheet to cover us and pull you to me. We kiss passionately but tenderly, both of us excited at the thought of where the night will lead. You rest your head onto my chest, I hold you gently but tightly against me as you drift back down to earth! We rest. For now!!! The Note It was 9 am when you woke to the smell of fresh coffee. You smiled as you got up and walked towards the coffee pot. Even though you were still half asleep, you noticed propped up against your cup was a piece of paper folded in half. "Hmm, I wonder what this is?" You grabbed your cup and started to pour your coffee and put the paper to the side. Making sure your coffee was just as you liked it, you reached for the paper while sipping your coffee. You walked back to the bed, fluffed up the pillows and crawled back under the covers. Reaching for the tv remote, you turned it on to the local news channel. The paper sat on the night stand waiting for your attention. As you sipped your coffee and listened to the news, you kept glancing at the paper. The coffee was waking up your senses and your curiosity. You decided to refresh your coffee before opening the paper. Once you were again settled and comfortable back in bed, you picked up the paper and unfolded it. Looking down you read: First I'd like to say, Good Morning babe. I hope that you slept well and that your coffee is the way you like it. You have the morning to enjoy as you wish but when I return, I want you wearing your short skirt, your red panties and your red bra. Before you put on your panties or your skirt, I want you to stroke your clit the way I stroke it. You will stroke yourself and not stop until you cum for Me. You will also play with your nipples for Me. Play with them the same way I do. I want you to pinch, pull and roll them between your finger and thumb. I want you to be very wet and very ready for Me today. Once you are soaked the way I like you to be, only then can you put on your panties and skirt. Make sure your wetness soaks your panties very well because I want to see it, when I tell you to lean over the counter and show Me your panties. When I am finished admiring what's Mine, you will pull your panties down past your knees. With your skirt lifted and held high, you will then fully expose yourself to Me - for Me. Then I will come over to you and spank your ass hard. I will make it red, let you feel the heat and the wetness of your pussy that I know will be aching for My attention. I will reach down between your legs and with My finger and thumb, pinch and pull your hard clit. Then with your clit still between My fingers, I will stroke your clit hard and fast and you will cum for Me. You will give Me what's Mine. And after you have cum for Me, I'm going to fuck you with My hard dick from behind like you've never been fucked before. Enjoy your morning and your coffee My sweet love, because when I return, I will be enjoying you!" ~Karen~ You can feel your heart racing now and you are very aware that your breathing has deepened, along with the familiar ache that you feel between your legs. Checking to make sure you read correctly what you thought you read, you look back down at the paper and start to re-read the note. As you're re-reading it, you can feel that ache-that need-pulsating between your legs. It almost shocks you at how turned on you are and you realize your nipples are hard. You peek over at the clock thinking about the note as you get up to get more coffee. Now you're wide awake and all your senses are very alert. Not really knowing what time I will return, You decide you should take a shower and bathe to prepare for what is to come. Your mind is still spinning and thinking about the note as you wash your body and hair. After toweling off, you get out your favorite lotion and slowly rub it into your skin. It's the scent you know I like. You rub it into your feet, thighs, your oh so smooth pussy lips, your ass, along your ribs, up and over your breasts and into your hard, long nipples, then up along your neck and over your shoulders. You make sure you look and smell very good for Me, as you always do. You're very aware of how sensitive your body is, how wet, how turned on and how very excited you are. You decide then, that you've had enough coffee to drink and even though it's a little early in the day, you would very much like a nice, cold glass of wine. You make your way back to the bed and set your glass of wine down on the side table. With both a nervous smile and a jolt of excitement, you take out your red bra, panties, and skirt, and lay them on the chair next to the bed. Before heading back to the bathroom to fix your hair, you take a sip of wine. When you're finished fixing your hair, you walk back to the bed wrapped simply in a towel. You drop the towel to your waist as you put on your bra. This is the bra that fits your breast perfectly, lifts them just right, shows your dark, hard nipples and always makes you feel so sexy. The ache between your legs has only increased now and really can't be ignored any longer. Taking another sip of wine, you put the glass down and reach between your legs. You can feel how wet and hard you are as you lay down and gently start to stroke your clit. Using your finger and thumb, stroking the sides up and down just how I stroke your clit. Just the way you were told to stroke your clit. I know how it excites you to be told to masturbate for Me. You stop stroking for a second, moving your hands up to your breasts, pulling on your bra, you expose your nipples to your waiting fingers. Softly you run your fingertips over your nipples, you inhale deeply. Using both hands, you take your nipples between your fingers and pinch each hard, then you begin rolling your hard nipples, it feels so good when you do this, it excites you and you pull hard. Alternating between rolling and pulling, your nipples grow long and you feel your clit twitching. Releasing your nipples and giving them a flick with your fingers, your hand goes back to your aching pussy. You slide your fingers over your wet lips, opening them wide with one hand while the other grasps your clit. You feel your clit getting harder as your fingers slide along the sides, you feel yourself getting wetter too. You take the finger of your other hand and softly rub the exposed tip of your clit in little circles, while still stroking your clit up and down with your eyes closed, hearing My voice, imagining My fingers. Pinching a little harder, you stroke faster and faster you can feel yourself building to that wonderful point. Your breathing becoming more of a need to catch it- as you have built yourself up to the point of orgasm. The release you've wanted washes over and through you like a rushing river, your nipples so hard they ache. You feel your whole body tighten and Ohhhhh Yessssssss, you cummm for Me. As you lay there quietly recovering and catching your breath the phone starts to ring. "Hello" "I want you to be ready for Me when I get there. I will be there in about 15 minutes. I can't wait to see you babe." And with a click the phone goes dead. Your heart starts to race again with both anticipation and nervousness. Reaching for your glass of wine you take a long, slow swallow, as you reach for your red panties. As you slide the panties up your smooth legs to your now very, wet pussy, you knew there would be no disguising how soaked they were when I saw them. You put your skirt on standing in front of the mirror. You turn around checking yourself out. The bra fits your breasts just right. You can see your dark nipples pressing against the sheer fabric. The short skirt hugs your ass so perfectly, while hiding those wet panties so well. You softly run your fingers over your nipples, feeling them so hard you lightly pinch them. You smile to yourself, thinking how pleased I'll be when I walk through the door and see you. The tv is mumbling something about a Washington scandal, but all you can really hear at the moment is the pounding of your heart. Your breathing quickens as you hear the key turning in the lock. The anticipation, the waiting is finally over and now just excitement and nervousness, is pumping pure adrenalin through your veins. After stepping in, first closing then locking the door behind Me, I take a long look at you. You could tell by the look on My face that I was very pleased indeed by what I saw. "Hello My sweetness. I take it your morning was a good one?" All you could do was nod and smile at Me as I leaned down to kiss your warm lips. I picked up your glass from the table, refilled it and poured a glass of wine for Myself. I gave your glass back to you and I walked over to the counter sipping Mine. Smiling at you, I reached down grabbing the top button of My jeans and with one quick pull I had undone every button. I kick My pants off and having not worn anything under them, I was standing before you half naked. I sat down on the chair, while opening My shirt and spreading My legs wide, never taking My eyes off of you. "Come to Me babe, come lick Me and make Me cum." I didn't have to tell you twice, you were quickly out of the chair and kneeling between My legs. I stroked your hair and the side of your face as you began to slowly run your tongue along My lips. Your eyes met Mine as you pushed your tongue in deeper, tasting Me and reaching for My clit. I have always loved the way you lick My pussy. The way your tongue caresses My clit. The licking, the sucking and the biting, oh yes the biting. "Bite Me babe, I want to feel it." Your teeth go to My very exposed and hard clit and you gently bite. The feeling rushes right through my entire body. "oohh Yesss." Your tongue continues to work My pussy and clit. Your tongue quickly flicking My clit as you continue to suck it harder-holding My clit between your teeth, pulling it deeper into your mouth, not allowing it to slip away. My breathing deepens, My need growing fast as I look down to watch you worshiping My pussy. You reach up into My shirt, your hands searching for My hard nipples. Finding them, you grip both tightly between your fingers, first pulling then pinching hard, rolling them both. I moan out loud as you bite down on My clit and suck it sooo hard. This sends Me right over the edge. "Ohhh god Yesss babe don't stop. Ohhhh Yessss I'm cumming." You're hunger was a big one because even as I tried to close My legs you stayed right there, licking Me clean, sucking My lips back into your mouth, holding onto My thighs tight. With a slight struggle, I finally convinced you to stop and come up to My mouth and kiss Me. "Mmm, My baby is very hungry today. Thank you babe I needed that." "You're so welcome, it's always my pleasure, I love making You cum." I stood up then and looking down into your eyes I said, "Now My sweetness, it's time for what's Mine." "Show Me what is Mine." You get up from your knees and walk slowly over to the counter. I continue to sit in the chair watching you. You lean over the counter and teasingly begin to pull your skirt up. You take your time looking back every so often to make sure you have My full attention. Your skirt makes it up past your hips and leaning fully onto the counter, You push your ass out towards Me, wanting Me to see just how wet you are for Me. I sit there in silence for a bit, admiring the wetness I see on your panties. I feel My breathing increase and deepen. "MMMMMM, I see My sweetness is very ready for Me." "Yes I am, I'm very ready for You. I have been all morning, since I read Your note. "So you've followed and understood all the instructions I gave you this morning?" "Yes, I did everything; I was really excited doing as You asked. I enjoyed it." "Babe, Do you remember what else I asked you to do for Me after your skirt was pulled up?" "Yes, yes I do" "Well babe, I'm waiting" I sat watching you as you slowly reached for the top of your panties and put your fingers under the lace bows. There was a slight moment of hesitation before you leaned over and slowly started to pull your wet panties down past your knees. You slowly straighten up and standing in front of Me with a slight blush on your cheeks, you fully exposed your smooth pussy to Me and then opening your legs wider you offered yourself to Me. MMMM I do love it when you're showing and exposing yourself to Me that way. I got up then taking My shirt off, letting you watch as I pulled my dick into place. I walked toward you stroking it in My hand. As I got closer to you, you let out a low moan, to which I just grinned back at you. My hand rubbed gently across your bare ass. I always loved your perfect ass. I made sure not to miss a spot, gently rubbing every inch of both cheeks. I pulled My hand back and spanked your ass hard and quick. You jumped. I spanked it again. I could hear your breathing quicken as I spanked you a few more times. Your ass was nice and red-starting to feel warm. I spanked you four more times hard and fast. You jolted and I said, "That's for teasing Me. Don't tease Me with what's is Mine," I spanked you hard one more time. I knew you wanted to say something but before you could; My hand went between your legs and was stroking your pussy lips. God you felt so good-so very wet. I knew you would be wet after I spanked you, you always are. Reaching between your lips, I took your clit between my finger and thumb and started to stroke it. "You belong to Me babe and this is Mine," Then I pinched your clit hard enough to make you moan out loud. I loved stroking your hard clit. Your clit responds so well to My touch-to My stroking. I kept stroking your clit faster and a little harder, giving it a good pinch every few seconds. I reached up and started rubbing your hard nipple through your bra. I just love how hard and long your nipples get for Me. I pulled your bra down allowing breasts to fall free. With your nipple now between my fingers, I pinched it hard almost to the point you couldn't take it. You wiggled your ass and shifted your weight from one foot to the other. Keeping My hand between your legs, I continued stroking your clit fast and hard. Your moans, your sighs, you pushing your ass out to Me, giving Me better access to your clit. The way your nipples were so long and so hard, it all turned Me on beyond belief. I felt My own nipples harden as they rubbed against the soft, warm skin of your back. I wanted to fuck you so badly, but it wasn't time, not just yet but very, very soon it would be. I knew you could feel My dick rubbing against your inner and upper thigh. I kept stroking and pinching your clit knowing you were going to cum. I wanted you to cum so I could lick your smooth pussy clean before fucking you. The more I stroked you, the harder I pinched and twisted your nipple. Then you sighed, you made that sound I know and love so well. You were breathing harder now and I could feel your body tensing. I knew you were there. Yes, you were ready to give it to Me. "Ohhh I'm cumming, Ohh god yes I'm cumming." "Yess babe, that's it, give it to Me, Cumm for Me baby." I felt your cum flow over My fingers as your hips rocked and you rubbed your smooth pussy over My hand. I quickly moved down between your legs and started to lick you clean. God I love how sweet you taste. I could spend forever between your legs. I took My time licking you, letting you recoup a little before I was going to fuck you so good. I had waited all day to have you and to feast on your pussy. Now it was Mine, all Mine. When I was finished enjoying My feast, I got up making sure My dick rubbed your thighs and your lips. I gave you another hard spank on the ass as I moved to the side, so you could watch Me lube and stroke My dick. I watched your eyes get wide with excitement, which made Me grin. You knew what was coming. Moving behind you, I spanked you a few more times bringing the color and warmth back to your ass. "Turn around and face Me with your back against the counter babe. I want to look at you now" "Play with your nipples for Me baby, roll them between your fingers, make them nice and hard for Me." I watched you rolling and pulling your nipples. I knew how turned on you were. I saw it in your eyes. I wanted to play with you a little while longer, making you wait and want and need even more. With your skirt pulled up around your waist and your smooth, wet pussy fully exposed to Me, looking at you from head to toe, I softly and slowly ran My fingers over the lips of your smooth pussy. "Spread your legs wide for Me and put your hands on the counter behind you," "Show Me how wet you are for Me. Show Me those hard nipples babe." I stood very close to you, smelling your perfume, feeling the heat of your skin on Mine. I brought My lips down against your ear and softly whispered, "mmm, You're My slut, so wet, so hot, so exposed for Me. "I know what you want and I'm going to give it to you." I didn't give you time to reply, I raised My arm high and brought My hand down quickly giving your pussy a hard spank. You gasped then tried to move away but I told you to stay standing still. I spanked your pussy hard, several more times. The last few smacks hitting your clit making you moan and squirm and cry out. I ran My hand over your mound, it felt so smooth and hot to My touch. Looking at you, your nipples stood out so long and hard and your pussy lips were red and swollen. Standing with your legs still spread for Me, I could see your thighs glistening, and you were so wet now. "Tell Me what you need now babe? Tell Me who's slut are you?" You looked at Me, Your eyes full of need and lust, your breathing heavy. "I'm Your slut, only Yours, I need You to fuck me, Please fuck me" I grinned wide at hearing you say those words to Me. "Yes you are Mine and you're My slut, only Mine. "Now turn around for Me baby and show Me that beautiful ass of yours." You let go of the counter smiling and turned showing Me your ass and pushing it out toward Me. Wrapping My arm around your waist and gently pulling you against Me, I ran My finger along your lips. You were so wet and so ready for Me. Taking My dick in My hand and pushing My hips slightly forward I let My dick open your lips, sliding slowly from your ass up to your clit. Letting the smooth head rub your clit in small, tight circles before moving it back down. You were pushing back against Me, so ready, so needy, just the way I wanted you to be. "Ohh yess, Please fuck me now, I need to feel You deep inside me now" Looking down I took hold of both your hips and held you tight and pushed My hips forward, allowing just the tip to enter you, then I pulled out again and quickly pushed back in deeper. You moaned so loud grabbing onto the sides of the counter as I started to fuck you slowly. A low growl came from deep inside Me as I watched My dick sliding in and out of you. You were moving with Me, pushing yourself harder against My dick as I picked up the pace. Moving My hands from your hips I reached up to your breasts pinching both your nipples. Every time I'd go to slightly pull out you'd push yourself back so I'd be in you even deeper. The harder and deeper I fucked you the more you'd moan and grab the sides of the counter tighter. "Yess, fuck me harder, take me I'm yours" I could feel you building, your breathing so heavy and getting ready to cum for Me. I leaned against you My hard nipples rubbing on your bare back as I fucked you harder and faster. I knew you were ready when you let go of the counter and reached back digging your nails into My sides. I didn't stop. I push harder, deeper, faster until I heard you scream out loud, "Oh my goddd don't stop, don't stop, fuck me, fuck me, yess." The harder I fucked you the deeper you dug your nails into Me. God I loved fucking you. I leaned forward opened My mouth and bit you between your neck and your shoulder. That sent you over the edge. That one spot at just the right moment always does. I kept on fucking you and you kept on moaning. I knew you were cumming for Me again. I was breathing hard and watching as you drenched My dick with a flood of your juices. Soaking My pussy and legs as I continued moving in and out of your tight, smooth pussy. The Note "Yesss baby Cumm for Me. That's right cumm for Me now" "Ohhh godd, yess I'm cumming for You, I'm Yours, I'm cumming for You" I held you tighter bringing you right up against Me as your knees started to buckle. Kissing your neck and allowing you to catch your breath while I supported you. I moved My hips back letting My dick slowly inch out of your pussy. With a little sigh from you, it slid out and I brought you around to face Me. Your arms went around My neck and our lips met in a deep, long kiss. "I love you so much; I love you with all my heart. The way you make me feel, the way you love me is like nothing I've ever known" "I love you too baby with all My heart. I love the way you love Me and make Me feel." Holding each other close, we walked over to the bed and got under the covers. With you in My arms, warm and content and a peaceful look on your face. I stroked your soft hair while taking in the sweet scent of your skin. "Rest now baby, because when you wake I know I'm going to be very hungry again." The Note... Once or twice a week she packed a lunch for him always diligent to pack a sticky note under his sandwich. Usually a simple I heart U or See you at home Love. But she had woke up early that morning and feeling quite turned on from her wet dream. Very tempted to snake her hand over his side and wake him to a hand job. Instead knowing he had worked the late shift and had been visibly exhausted when he came home. She didn't have the heart to disturb his slumber. So instead of a physical encounter and his normal sticky note, she took pen and paper and wrote him a little note that would get his blood pumping. Lover... Last night I dreamt of us, I awoke wanting your hard cock deep inside of me. My breasts are pressed against your flesh, my nipples so hard you feel them drilling into your skin. Panting your name and moaning desperately in your ear. My hips meeting each and every thrust you penetrate me with. My fingers working vigorously on my clit, massaging the top of it to bring myself to a mind-blowing orgasm as you fuck my hot cunt. Do you remember the last time? I wore the red and white teddy and you massaged my entire body with your cock. You left no skin untouched as your meticulously fondled my body with it. I remember the reward I gave you when you reached my face. Do you like my hot mouth and moist lips around your cock? She ended the note with that thinking surely if she continued she would drive him nuts over his lunch break. Unfortunately to her own dissatisfaction she had only herself hornier. Glancing at the clock, it was still too early to wake him. So instead she settled herself on the long divan and slid her fingers under her black panties, lightly running two fingers over her short trimmed pussy hair, imagining it was his fingers. With each pass up and down her slit she pushed her fingers in deeper, finally stopping at her clit and moving my fingers in circular motions over the nub of her aroused clit. Masturbating, thank god for some pleasures we can give ourselves when the real thing is unavailable, or asleep.. Loosing herself in a fantasy of how she he would be tonight when he returned home, imagining him worked up from her note and ready to fuck her brains out. Jarring herself from the perfect fantasy, the phone rang in her ear. Damn! She popped up off the couch and rushed to the phone hoping almost it had woken him. After a ten-minute conversation on the phone with mom, she felt far from the excited state she had been in before the phone rang. But wondering nonetheless if the phone had roused him, she quietly peeked into the bedroom. He still slept soundly his right arm tossed across her side of the bed. Returning to the kitchen she finished packing his lunch and placed the letter under his sandwich. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX For hours after his lunch break he could think of little else but her tight hot pussy surrounding his cock. Playing one scenario after another through his mind as to just how he was going to fuck her when he got home that night. Goddamn, she had no idea how that sexy note had gotten to him. He had been so hard after reading the note he couldn't get up for fifteen minutes. Luckily the office had been slow that day so no one noticed. He found his concentration was shot to shit the entire afternoon. Even tempted at one point to tell his boss he was sick and needed to go home. She wouldn't be home herself for several hours, and he would just suffer further waiting on her. Again, lost in thought that afternoon, he closed his eyes and imagined her body under his reacting to his intimate touches. His mouth on her neck, his tongue torturing her big full nipples, curling around them, teeth biting them playfully then harder, that always got her going. He knew just how sopping wet her pussy would be in anticipation of him ramming his cock deep into her. Wondering to himself if anyone would notice a locked door for a few minutes. He needed to relieve himself, all the thoughts were just too much for him to bear much longer. He got up quickly and shut and locked the door. Grinning to himself he took the phone off its cradle and hit the mute button. Already he had an excuse in mind if anyone asked. Pulling that hot letter from his pocket where he was sure it was burning a hole, he reread her note. As he read through it again, he started stroking his hard cock, rubbing over the tip and imagining it as her mouth, sliding up and down over his shaft. She could take his full length in and lick the base of his cock with her tongue. God he loved when she did that. His hand squeezing hard around himself and jerking off, harder and faster he worked himself till he was ready to explode. He watching his cock spew its seed out onto his hand, grunting and teeth clenched trying cautiously to not groan too loud. She would have loved to watch him jack off. He could see her grinning even now; she would have licked his hand clean. Looking now at his own hand, he raised his palm and licked off a finger, imagining it was her dong so. Unable to not laugh at himself, he chuckled and grinned at himself for what she had lead him to do. Thinking most certainly she would have to be punished for reducing him to jerking off in a closed office. Well, maybe not punish but definitely she was going to be fucked long and hard, several times! The Note Nancy slid a note down the table to Robert. He was slightly surprised. She was hot as hell, but had always seemed a bit snobbish. He didn't think she'd ever talk to someone like him. But he hadn't read the note yet, he figured. It was probably nothing. He unfolded it and a photo fell out. When he saw it, he quickly picked it back up. Holy shit, he thought. It was a nude photo of her. He read the note. 'I think we should have sex.' He felt himself grow hard. He looked over at her as the professor's lecture grew to be a distant buzzing sound to him. Nancy was staring at him seductively, sliding a pen in and out of her mouth suggestively. Under the classroom table, she slid her hand over and grabbed his cock through his pants. He felt it grow even harder as she gave it a couple gentle strokes. Reflexively, his knee jolted up, banging into the table loudly. The professor ceased talking and everyone stared at him. He mumbled a quick quiet apology and the class went on. When class ended, he waited as everyone except Nancy left the classroom. "We can go back to my apartment," she said, acting as if they were already mid conversation. "So you were serious in that note." She smiled that seductive smile of hers. "I figured that much was obvious when I started giving you a handjob in the middle of class." It was becoming more and more obvious to Robert that Nancy wasn't a person who fooled around with niceties or small talk. "So you just want to go back to your apartment and fuck? Is that it?" Robert said. Nancy nodded. "I don't suppose you have any problem with that?" "Well, just out of curiosity, what makes you think I don't have a girlfriend?" She inched closer to him, now grinding herself ever so lightly against his erect cock. "I'm hotter," she said. "And better between the sheets." Robert didn't have a girlfriend, but he realized she was right. She was hotter than any of the girlfriends he'd ever had, and very likely the hottest woman he'd ever seen. And he had no doubt that she was great in bed, too. "So?" she said. "Are you gonna go back to my apartment with me and stick that shaft inside of me?" "I don't think I've ever heard a woman be so direct before." "Is that a yes?" "No. It's a 'fuck yes.' How far do you live?" He smiled. "Just across the street from campus." They walked across the street together and she wasted no time leading him into her bedroom and taking her clothes off. Soon she had him naked too. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it. "You don't believe in taking your time, do you?" Robert said. "It depends," Nancy said. "What do you have in mind?" "Lie down on the bed. Face down." She obliged. He knelt over her and put his hands on her shoulders. "I plan on enjoying every part of your body." He drew his hands across her shoulders, gently drawing them down her back and to her waist. Slowly, he inched them back up her sides caressing the sides of her breasts. His cock fell flat against her back. She rolled over underneath him letting his dick fall between her breasts. "I'm usually not much into foreplay," she said. "That's a bit unusual," Robert replied. "I figure why waste time." "If I ask you a question, will you take offsense?" "Highly unlikely." "Are you a nymphomaniac?" "Why would I take offense to that? Yes. I am." She grabbed his cock again and rubbed it. "You seem a bit uncomfortable," Nancy said. "Is something wrong?" "This is just quite unexpected, is all." "Your turn to lie down," she said. Robert laid down on his back on her bed. She climbed on top of him and slid herself down onto him. Immediately, loud moans of intense pleasure began coming out of her mouth as she slid herself up and down rubbing her clit to intensify the pleasure. She grabbed Robert's hands and set them on her breasts and then went back to rubbing. As she continued to slide up and down on him with no sign of letting up, Robert breathed heavily simply enjoying himself. Keeping his hands on her breasts, he used his forefingers to play with her nipples. Finally, she slid herself off of him completely. Quickly, she slid down and wrapped her mouth around his cock just in time to catch the jizz that came rushing out. She swallowed every drop. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself up to him and smiled at him. "I think I need to make Wednesday your day," she said. "What do you think? Every Wednesday after class?" The Note I have written quite a few "mainstream" (ie non erotic) stories based on songs. Everything from "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" to "Ruby, don't take your love to town". This story is very much about sex though, and is based on a song released in 1990. If you haven't guessed the song by the end – it's revealed there. Don't cheat and look ahead, it might spoil the "twist". As ever, comments and positive and negative criticism are very welcome. And I'll reply to any non-anonymous email comments. Thanks for taking the time to read my stuff. BW **** July 18th The low hum of the air conditioning, coupled with the goosebumps the cool air had created on his naked body slowly dragged him out of his thoughts. He had been staring at the note for over five minutes. It had the hotel logo at the top, but had not been written using one of the hotel's cheap pens – the elegant, unhurried handwriting had been created with an expensive fountain pen. Elegant and unhurried, just like she had been. He stared again at the final part, the last sentence kept going round and round in his head. "Don't try to find me, please don't you dare – just live in my memory, you'll always be there." It sounded poetic, and maybe it was for that reason that he knew he would remember those words for the rest of his life. No, it wouldn't be for that reason; it would be because of the eighteen hours he had just spent. Eighteen unforgettable hours. He looked at the bed with its ruffled sheets and scattered pillows, and despite the air conditioning, the strong smell of sex filled the room. In his mind he could see her head resting on the pillow, her short dark hair dusted with blonde highlights, her hazel eyes that seemed to be always twinkling with a hidden secret, her perfect breasts and the nipples his mouth had lovingly kissed. He switched on the coffee pot and went into the bathroom, his tanned body contrasting sharply with the crisp, white tiling. He could feel the shower's hot needles stinging the small scratches she had left on his back. His hand ran across the stubble on his cheek, the stubble she had playfully complained about as it rubbed against her thighs. As he closed his eyes and turned his face up to the stream of hot water, his mind was filled with the first time he saw her just a few hours ago... Since he was sixteen, ten years ago, Don had hitched from the main road his near his uncle's farm to his home. It was a two and half hour car journey, and on a bad day it would take him six or seven hours. But he enjoyed meeting the people who offered him a lift and he had the time to kill. Yesterday, he had set off just after lunch. The summer storm had been as unexpected as it was spectacular, and within a couple of minutes he was soaked. His jeans and shirt were stuck to his body. Don was just thinking about going back to his uncle's place, with the inevitable "I told you so" that Aunt Beth would utter, when the silver Merc pulled up. The window hummed half open, and he heard the voice of an angel: "You look like you could use a ride, get in!" Don didn't wait to be asked twice, and with a hasty "Thank you" slid into the passenger seat. As the car slid effortlessly away from the kerb, he wiped the raindrops off his glasses and looked at his saviour for the first time. She was drop dead gorgeous. He had always preferred women with short hair, and the highlights in hers seemed to be ignited by her gold and diamond earrings. On some people, the expensive jewellery would have seemed at odds with the jeans and denim jacket – but not her, she'd make a sack tied with string look stylish. "Thanks again, you just saved me from drowning I think." "Don't worry about it. Where are you headed?" He thought Christmas had come when she said she was going the same way as him. After the initial hesitant conversation, they started exploring subjects they were both into. Their conversation was easy and relaxed. Occasionally, he'd glance across and they would briefly make eye contact, and smile. They discussed books – he liked Sci Fi, she liked Thomas Hardy. They talked films and TV, and talked politics and music. They loved it when they agreed, but loved it even more when they disagreed and playfully mocked each other's choices. The longer their conversation lasted, the more of it they spent smiling and laughing. After about an hour, she noticed him shiver – and realised he must be freezing because his clothes were still wet. "You know, I've always wanted to say to a guy 'let's get you out of those wet clothes' – but for now, I think you're going to have to make do with coffee to warm you up." With a cheeky smile, she pulled off the road, and drove into a hotel. They found the coffee shop just off the reception, and once inside they settled down opposite each other in one of the booths. He then saw just how spectacularly good looking she was, and for the first time he drowned in the pools of hazel that were her eyes. Like her hair, her irises had little flecks in them – and that's what seemed to make them sparkle. The coffee came, and as she was getting warm in the cosy restaurant, she took off her jacket. No longer hidden by the loose outer clothing, Don for the first time saw the shape of her breasts, and the nipples poking playfully at him. She caught him looking at her chest and raised her eyebrows and tilted her head to one side. As she did so the light twinkled on the expensive earring that dangled down. "See anything you like?" The conversation, and with it their relationship had clearly reached a crossroads. Don had two choices. Defuse the rising sexual tension with a witty quip and go back to talking music, or turn the dial up another notch. With the flecks in her eyes twinkling at him, and her glossed lips curled into the faintest of smiles, there was only one way it was going to go. "Actually, I think you are absolutely perfect!" Then he raised his eyes in embarrassed disbelief. "Oh my God, I can't believe I actually said that!" "In that case, I think it really is time we got you out of those wet clothes!" and with that she dropped some cash on the table and was heading for the hotel check in desk before Don realised what was happening. At the hotel reception, Don thought he detected the faintest smile from the receptionist when she asked if they had any luggage to collect from the car. With a "Nothing we can't handle" comment his...what was she?.. friend, lover, driver? .. headed for the lift. As the doors glided shut, their eyes locked together, and as they moved towards each other for the kiss they both knew was inevitable, the lift jerked to a halt. The doors slid open and the two of them simultaneously sprang apart, smirking like naughty eleven year olds, as a hotel maid smiled and got in. As the lift moved up he slid his hand over to hers, and she held and gently caressed it with her pale, slender fingers. There was an ache in his chest, and it seemed his stomach had suddenly given birth to a swarm of butterflies that were battling to get out. He couldn't swallow; his mouth felt dry. It was still about the only part of him that was. The musty smell of his drying clothes contrasted sharply with the expensive perfume she wore. Once inside, their first action was the kiss that had almost happened earlier. It was long, unhurried, tender – and, thought Don, all the better for the wait. He gradually felt her nervously unbuttoning his shirt, and with the briefest break in the kiss, she looked into his green eyes: "I told you that you have to get out of these wet clothes – you need to warm up in the shower." The memory of the way they had washed, caressed and explored each other's bodies with their hands and mouths, the way she looked wrapped in the fluffy, white hotel towel, and the way she had let it slide to the floor as she led him to the bed was so vivid that he was sure she was still here with him. But the words of the note came back to him "Just live in my memory, you'll always be there". He sat on the hotel bed with that same towel wrapped round his torso, the torso that only a few hours earlier her legs had been wrapped round. He looked at the crumpled bed and thought again of last night. He was not inexperienced when it came to sex, but the intensity of their lovemaking had been something entirely new to him. He remembered the first time: their eyes had been locked together in fierce concentration. He recalled the taste of blood as he kissed her, after she had bit her lip in the intensity of the moment. After that, their hours of repeated lovemaking had become varied and fun, without losing any of the passion and tenderness. At one point, as he lay on his back with her astride him, riding him in long, slow movements. He looked at her: "I don't even know your name." "Tomorrow is for names, now shut up and kiss me again." In the end, sapped of the last drips of energy they had fallen asleep. He on his back with his right arm around her caressing her breast, and her on her side with her head on his shoulder and right arm and leg draped over his body. As he drifted into the kind of sleep that only exhausting, fulfilling sex can bring, he wondered what tomorrow had in store. He looked again at the note ..... July 16th, 3 years later "I don't know why you still hitch hike!" Aunt Beth said as she kissed him goodbye. "I told you, I like to meet and talk to people" "Maybe you'll meet a nice girl then. It must be a couple if years since you had anyone in tow for more than a few weeks." "Ah, you know me, too picky – just never met the right person." But Don had never told anyone the real reason that he still hitched this journey but drove his car everywhere else – and he also had never told anyone that he had already met the right person. His wallet still held that precious note. He didn't look at it any more, simply because he didn't need to. He knew every word, knew every punctuation mark, and knew the shape of every letter her perfect hand had created. Today was hot and bright. Don thought that if it wasn't to be his silver dream machine, then a convertible would be a cool ride today. In the end it was a Merc – not a silver SLK, but shiny, black four by four with heavily tinted windows. The passenger window hummed down and the voice of an angel said: "You look like you could use a ride, get in." There was a second while the voice and words sank in, and Don looked again into those shining, twinkling, smiling eyes. He opened his mouth to say something and his eyes caught a movement in the back seat. The bright green eyes of the two year old little girl stared inquisitively at this strange man leaning in at the window. Don had seen those eyes before, in the mirror – every morning. He looked back to the woman in the front seat, who just smiled and nodded. The warmth of her hand as she explained was small consolation. He could feel the gold ring that had been missing three years ago. The ring that the man she loved had given her, but he couldn't give her the thing that was missing from their lives. Don could – and had. As he watched the tail lights fade into the distance, he took the note from his wallet, and let it fall away in the evening summer breeze. Time to get on with his life ... **** The words of the note are a bit of a give-away. But the song the story is based on is "All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You" performed by Heart and written by Robert John "Mutt" Lange. The Note My still very attractive wife of thirty two years has a habit of penciling out on a piece of throw away paper, the message she intends to send via birthday or thank you card. She then edits this written message on that piece of throw away paper before writing in ink, her final version on the actual intended card. Invariably she asks me also to edit her penciled version. She writes a beautiful original message and I rarely have need to edit it but she always tells me to read the initial version before she commits it to pen and paper. I never could understand the need for my reviewing the note. I have had to work to accept this quirk of her personality. Now you might understand my reaction when, while dumping the trash cans one Sunday evening, one of her notes floats away from the trash can onto the garage floor. This particular piece of nondescript three by five crumpled paper, opened somewhat as it floated to the floor. It lit with the penciled message side up. I picked it up, as I would any piece of trash intending to deposit it into the large trash barrel which is the final container for the garbage company to pick up once a week one Monday mornings. As I leaned over to pick it up, my eyes could focus on the message with which I was not familiar. In fact, it was one I had not seen or edited. This was quite unusual as she is very particular and demanding that I edit her every birthday, thank you or call back note. That's just her personality. I think it is a bit over kill but I have accepted it as reflecting her feelings of insecurity. She has other minor quirks of behavior which confirm to me her deeper disturbed needs for intense social conformity. As a result she is inhibited in a number of areas of her life. This is especially true of her extremely conservative dress. Our relationship has been strained on many occasions because she just can't "cut loose" and have fun for the sake of having fun. She is always worried about what others will think of her. She, on the other hand doesn't mind the house being in a major degree of chronic disarray. That is until neighbors, family or friends are expected. At that point she panics and becomes unnecessarily demanding that I either straighten it all up immediately or give major assistance to picking up, dusting etc. Hopefully you get the idea. It is okay with her if the house is littered with yesterdays or last weeks newspapers and candy wrappers if it is just me and her here. But God forbid if even a delivery person should see the messy house. Even if one of our three married children returns for a short visit, this sudden need for appearing "proper" takes over everything, replacing every activity until the house is neat. They know the mess I am forced to live in and her reaction to their impending visits. This leaves me with the distinct feeling that I am not as nearly important as the occasional delivery person. She cleans the house and dresses up only for others. Hubby (realdoc) doesn't count it seems to me. Her dress is so conservative that the only skin visible is on her face and hands. Even her legs , including her ankles of course, are covered at a minimum with hose. This has gotten more pronounced over the last few years. "Old people shouldn't show off their wrinkles" is a frequent reply to my request for a more modern outfit. She has a beautiful body but refuses to show it off, even to me in the privacy of our secluded home. Back to the fallen piece of paper. I read with increasing interest the note she had written and then slightly altered. The note read as follows: "Dearest Hal, I awakened Friday morning to quite a beautiful surprise! Thank you for the beautiful blue See through nightie. I will take it on my next vacation trip and wear it for you to again ravish my needy body when I see you again next month. How thoughtful of you. I shall always remember our intimate special times. You fill me full to overflowing. smiles. Your gift(s?) are always so appreciated And our special times so full filling.(wink) Again, thank you, my love. Sherrie." She had made a few minor changes but the message was very up front and transparent to me. I suspect you can interpret it also. There was no date on the note. This was not unusual as all her initial notes were without dates. Now I empty the trash exactly once one week no more and no less. I do this religiously every Sunday evening prior to the Monday morning trash pickup. The note had to have been written this past week. I looked again at the penciled note. On the other side was another note: take check to Curves. I remembered that yesterday (Saturday) she reminded me that she had gone to exercise at Curves on the previous day (Friday) and also paid them their monthly fee. I thought back to last week. I had been out of town on business from very early Thursday morning until very late Friday night. Yesterday we had gone grocery shopping then eaten out. She always seemed pleased to have me arrive home. Last Friday was no exception. A sterile kiss on the cheek is all I get. I have given up trying for anything more. She always has prepared a weekend "Honey do" list for me. I guess that one had already disappeared into the garbage container. Everything was accomplished that was on it. I didn't look for it. Our children have long since left our house. That leaves just Sherrie and me. Sherrie had moved out of our common marital bed seven years ago. Then three years ago we purchased a smaller town-house in a nearby bedroom community. She insisted on having her own bedroom and bath. "You snore!" was her excuse. I didn't and still don't. I had set up a sound activated recorder several nights at bedside. It caught my occasional cough and turning in the bed but no snoring. Sherrie just said I didn't test enough nights. Three nights was plenty for me to convince myself that snoring was not the problem. Then she said I get up at night to pee and that wakes her up. I don't get up since I quit drinking a glass of water with my nighttime blood pressure medicine. Just a sip will get it down. Regardless, of all arguments and pleadings, I was cut off from all intimacies such as snuggling and sex. As a result our communications went to hell in a handbasket. Our sexual relations had already stopped at that point, having tapered off over the previous several years. This was cause for a serious disagreement but I lost out. I believe she cheated me out of my spousal rights as surely as if she had been actively cheating with another man. When I told her this she really hit the ceiling calling me a pervert and mentally whacky. I was left with accepting her as she had become, argue incessantly, or leave. I gave serious consideration to the latter. Due to my strongly held religious views on marriage, I had accepted the new norm of sleeping solo. I rapidly became not only her handyman, but my own. Gradually I came to prefer her absence. We had slipped into this less than optimal buddy living arrangement against my will and better judgment but felt I had no alternative. I suggested marital and or sexual counseling but these were rejected forthwith on multiple occasions. Each time was associated with increasingly loud vocal rejection. I came to believe that life was actually better the less we saw of each other. This made avoiding the pain of having a beautiful room mate who was off limits to emotional and sexual sharing much more tolerable. I still worked regularly but with fewer total hours and significantly fewer overnights away from home for the past four years. I now had breakfast at home and usually got home well before five pm having avoided most of the evening traffic. Lunch hours disappeared of course. These welcome work changes came about after being promoted to a senior position four years ago. Our income was more than adequate especially now with the promotion plus our three kids out of college and living independently. Essentially we were like long time acquaintances living together. I would say we shared a lot but that really wasn't true anymore. We had shared for the first twenty five years but the past few years became an increasingly dry desert emotionally. Sherrie had never worked so her sharing the burden of the household activities was now relegated to some charity work, exercising, watching television and fixing an evening meal. Of late, this meal had become simply a TV dinner with small side salad. In my mind, she had retired from home making, child rearing and husband satisfying. I couldn't understand how she could go without sex as she demanded of me. I wondered if her pussy was as dry as the desert we lived in. She had a gynecologist but never discussed or revealed what they talked about or if she took replacement hormones or whatever women take in her age bracket. She refused to talk about sex, arousal, menopause or anything about her body with me. Maybe I was lucky as my friends told me of the numerous complaints there wives had with hormones, sleep, weight gain and depression all arising, seemingly, from their empty nest syndrome. So where does this leave us. It was an uncomfortable living arrangement but with familiarity of a mutual past history of thirty some years and shared children. Otherwise we lived separate lives. Mine was work, exercise, music and stunt flying as a hobby. Hers was whatever she did while I was out earning the way for the two of us. I had never given any previous thought that she might be fooling around as she, in our early years had been so insecure acting She continued dressing very conservatively. There was no change in fear that others might see her with a hair out of place or a speck of dust in the house. My friends sometimes commented on how "proper" she was. She dressed sloppily around the house and, to my way of thinking, did a piss poor job of housekeeping. Still, she had kept herself in really good physical shape. Whenever, on those rare occasions, I got to see her partially undressed, I saw a beautiful sexy body. It was body I longed for but that was off limits to me. I frequently told her I missed sex with her but her reply was, "Well we are getting older and I have no need for that anymore". Somewhat angrily my reply was usually something like, "Well I still have needs and I hate to just masturbate in private because you refuse me". "Honey, have I ever refused you?" "Yes, on many occasions. It is usually not an outright refusal necessarily, but always and excuse or an unfulfilled promise as in 'tomorrow I promise'". Of course tomorrow never came. Somewhat angrily she replied, "Honey, I will lay down and spread my legs on your bed and allow you to get off in me if that's what you demand of me. Just remember you always make a mess in me and then I have to shower to clean up. You just wipe off your dick and are ready to go. You have no consideration for my hygiene. You think I smell good but I know I always stink down there, especially when you're done with me.". "Sherrie, the biggest turn off in the world is to have an unwilling, non participating and submissive wife while the greatest turn on is to have a sexual partner who enjoys and wants sex and actively participates. Something you have not done in years". "Jon, I cannot will myself to want sex. It is over for me." "Does that mean that I have to look elsewhere for sexual gratification, Sherrie?" "I thought you told me you masturbated to get your jollies. Is that not enough. You are getting old also and shouldn't be thinking about sex all the time." Thus it went. I did think seriously of finding a willing and needy partner but my religious background and beliefs about infidelity were just too strong. She told me many times, also, that she considered infidelity as being wrong. I was now beginning to think that she had been telling that to me for my benefit, not hers So here I am standing at the trash can with this disturbing note, trying to sort out what it all meant. Having read many stories "on line" in Literotica in the "Loving Wives" section and how husbands always did all the interesting electronic investigations or hired a P.I., I wondered how I should proceed. Of course, I never thought such fiction would ever become reality in my life. I wondered how terribly difficult and expensive all this was going to be. In these stories the investigation was usually a large part of the story and frankly, I enjoy that part a lot. I'm part industrial investigator as part of my job. Now I thought I was going to have to go through all those things the other authors so cleverly described. I mean, GPS's and hidden microphones. I had looked at the tiny cameras and knew I could never hide one in our house without her finding it. She had eagle eyes for the smallest changes. Then there was the confrontation. I wondered how I was going to manage that. Of course, I had condemned her already on just a flimsy note. It certainly seemed pretty damning to me however. I decided not to confront Sherrie, at least not immediately. More information was needed to confirm my suspicions. I actually began to look forward to the search and investigation. I decided right then that I wanted a well built case before doing anything like a confrontation. Our relationship was still important to me. I guess the first thing was to do a chronological investigation. Next was a search for this blue nightie I had never seen. Then to find out who this "Hal" guy is. Let' see, it is now Sunday evening. I got home night before last. She had paid a bill and gone to exercise at Curves that day before I got home. I had left early Thursday morning, the day prior. That left Thursday night, the only night for any illicit liaison. Then Friday morning was mentioned in the note. Apparently this Hal person had departed sometime early Friday morning having left the blue nightie as a gift for my wife before she got up. It took little thought to conclude that the blue nightie was still in my house somewhere. I would need tolook for it in private. I wondered where she had hidden it. I wondered how many hours it would take to find it. Now, what about her saying she would see him next month when she took "vacation". I had not heard about any such vacation. Was she planning to go away for a while? Was this meeting him to be when I was to be out of town next month? Was her "vacation" to be some other time apart from me? I was now very interested tracking and documenting in her subversive activities. Either way, I apparently had time to plan my monitoring activities. I slipped the note into my pocket and considered looking carefully through the trash for other clues. This was not the time to do that as I wanted her to be gone when I undertake this more thorough search of the house. What other clues might I find? When would the search for this "blue nightie" gift she had received begin? I finished with the trash and took it to curbside. Afterward, Fortunately, I was not otherwise engaged when she announced she was going down to Walmart to finish up some last minute shopping. I knew what that meant...at least two hours were to be mine alone to search the house. Not much time but enough to begin at least. I wondered where to start the search for the "nightie". Hopefully I would find it and maybe have time to replace everything back to normal before she arrived back from shopping. As she drove away, I began my search immediately. First I went to her bedroom and her into large walk-in closet. Amazingly, a beautifully wrapped gift box, complete with retied colorful bow was just inside her closet door. What a trusting soul she was. I hardly ever went into her bedroom unannounced or uninvited so she must have thought I was still the clueless cuck. The gift box had an attached gift card that drew my immediate attention. On the card, clearly written and quite legible, was the following: My dear Sherrie, I saved this and gave it To you as a parting gift For a most memorable night In your bed. You are a wonderful Lover. I remember with great affection Our most satisfying times together and look forward to many more in OUR future. Please wear this for me next time. (smiley face heart drawn in with an arrow through it) I Love you and your beautiful body! HAL There is was, plainly revealed. My anticipated hours of searching and monitoring suddenly had vanished. I now knew almost everything I needed to know. I gently pulled the scotch taped note off the gift box and placed it safely in my pocket with her thank you note. I opened the gift box gently. It top was a little tight as if it had never been removed. Even the gift tissue covering the " nightie" was carefully placed. Could it be she had not yet looked at it? I doubted that as she had thanked him for it. I removed it carefully and held it up to look at it. It was the appropriate size for Sherrie. C plus 38 busts and short. In addition, it was a see through gown and just long enough to cover her butt and pussy. I could imagine how sexy she would look with it, providing she was willing to take advantage of it's beauty and see through capabilities with nothing on underneath it. My mind wandered as I visualized her dark buff and dark half dollar sized areola with her permanently protruding nipples seducing any who viewed her in it. Then I remembered, it was for her lovers benefit, not mine. I felt a flush of anger and disappointment. Then came the full impact! My heart was crushed, now knowing that I would never see her in this for my benefit. She had been and continued giving herself to another man, not me, her husband to whom she had promised her life and exclusive sexual contact. She had given away what was not hers to give away; her body. She belonged to another man in body and maybe in soul also. Anger took hold of me as I wept in despair. Then hope came to my rescue. I was soon going to be free of my promises to her and to God about fidelity to her. I was going to be sexually free to once again enjoy a willing and participating partner. Yes, free indeed but how to preserve my financial freedom also? This meant trips to my lawyer with its legal expenses but those would be a small price to pay in comparison to the saving of my financial future when free of Sherrie. I now saw the bright side to a dark problem. If only I could pull it off. Meaning emotionally mostly. I replaced the gown and the tissue. The box top and the ties were carefully replaced and the box returned to its original place and condition, less the note from Hal, still in my pocket. I knew she could not ask me if I had seen it. Let her worry a little. All this had taken a sum of ten minutes. I was comfortably seated in front of my computer in my den when she returned. Next stop was to look for clues as to who this Hal person was. I found her address book easily. Left in plain sight on her small writing desk in her bedroom. I thumbed through it and quickly found one Halbert Halversen. It appeared to have been in her address book for some time. She conveniently included his cell phone number and email address. She had presented me with a treasure trove of information with practically no effort on my part. I could hardly believe she could be so stupid or naïve. Then again, I wasn't allowed in her bedroom and had voluntarily not entered in several years. That is until tonight. I guess she had thought I would never find out and thus have no need or desire to come into her private room. One little note had really spilled her cherry cart. I am sure she was unaware of my discoveries and I intended to keep it that way for the time being. I took her address book to my home office and scanned the incriminating page and both notes into my computer documents and secured the file with a password. Her address book was carefully replaced in its original location. The Note Precisely two hours after leaving, Sherrie walked in with a few food items and a smaller flat bag which she took immediately into her bedroom. I helped put the food items away (as usual) then returned to my den to play computer games and check the weather for possible stunt flying later this week. This, along with an hour of stationary bike exercise, was my usual Saturday evening activities if not catching up on work. A few minutes later Sherrie came to my den door, she rarely came inside my small room with its bookshelves, file cabinets, computer, printer, mini-refrigerator and my audio surround system. "Jon, when is your next over night out of town trip?" "It's not scheduled yet, Sherrie. Most likely it will be in about two weeks. I just got home you know. Why do you ask?" "Well, I like to know in advance long enough to make my own plans." Her tone of voice was flat toned and matter of fact. "I don't like to stay here all alone every time you are gone. Those nights alone are a real drag, you know. I was thinking I might take a few days off and go visit some old friends since you won't be here anyway." Her plan of action was now in the open to me but I made no hint that I knew of anything unusual. Her statement that she didn't like to be home by herself while I was gone now took on new meaning. For she was not at home "alone by herself". Just at home and sharing her body with this Hal person, along with her "alone" time. My body tightened as I tried not to reveal my true emotions. How would she react with her friends and neighbors when I revealed to them, the real Sherrie. Maybe she wouldn't care? Seems as though I was of little concern to her and I was married to her. Then again, to her, I was supposedly clueless cuckold of a husband of yesteryear. "Okay, Sherrie, sounds like a plan. I'll let you know probably Monday. That way you can make what ever travel plans you wish. Whom do you wish to visit and where?" I turned to ask her face to face. I had controlled my emotions. Something my frequent poker playing had honed to a fine skill. Without a blink she replied, "I have recently re-met a long time ago friend and have an invitation to to meet his family. I will likely take the better part of the week. I'll be gone before you leave so you will be here by yourself for a few days...just like I have been so many times when you have been gone." "Sherrie, is this new old friend male or female?" She gave me a hard look and answered, "What difference does it make to you. You never pay any attention to me. I live alone in this house even when you are here. You can have a few lonely days here just like you have condemned me to for these thirty two years." She looked t me with some anger and disdain or disinterest. I noted she had not answered my question. "Sherrie, we have been living together for many years. The first years were as man and wife. The last several years we have just been cohabitating and at your demand, I might add. You are the one that kicked me out of our marital bed with made up excuses. You are the one who would never open up to having real exciting marital fun. You are the one who refused my advances for active participation in sex. You are the one who refuses to go with me on my trips even after I assured you of daytime activities of interest to you while I work. You chose to enjoy your lonely nights here by your self since the kids left. You are the one who demanded a separate bedroom and bath. You are the one who will not allow me into the shower with you nor join me in mine. You are the one who refuse my sexual needs." I was on a role and venting years of frustration. I didn't care if she got upset anymore. She was cheating and didn't deserve my civility. "Sherrie, you are the reason I sold the hot tub on the deck because you would never use it with or without me. You are the one who wanted separate checking accounts so you could spend without my foreknowledge or requiring my permission. I acceded to all of these for the sake of harmony and marriage stability and now you accuse me of being the cold and standoffish one in the marriage. Just tell me when you are going to be gone so I can plan my trip accordingly. You can have it your way." I thought "for now" ut didn't verbalize this last thought. "How many times have I taken you dancing on weekends. How many meals out have we eaten out. A least twice a week, Sherry and that not counting Sunday noon after church. Of course this was for my benefit also since I like fresh salads and steamed veggies. Try to remember, Have I ever forgotten your birthday?, our anniversary? or not celebrated valentines day with flowers and a card at a minimum? You have so much jewelry you don't even miss it if some falls behind your dresser? You have your privacy. In fact you have everything you ever wanted and that served on a silver platter using your husband income to buy you everything. What do I get in return? Just about nothing. Certainly I get no enjoyment from your body or soul for that matter." She just disappeard from the door without comment and I heard her flop into her Lazy Boy chair and flip on the TV. Too much change for one day. I closed down my computer and told her I was going to bed. We could talk more tomorrow if she wanted. I was angry. The atmosphere was at best chilly. I slept poorly. I am usually a good sleeper. The next day was Sunday and we normally attended church together. By ten AM she was not out of her bedroom yet. I knocked on the door telling her we had only forty minutes before time to leave for church. She announced that she wasn't feeling well and was not going to church. I went without her with a clear conscience. At church, folks noted Sherrie was not with me. I explained she was not feeling well. They all promised to pray for her. I really wanted to ask them to pray for me to but just couldn't let the news out just yet. I would have to pray for myself as I was suddenly through praying for our marriage. Back home, she was sitting in front fo her TV with her breakfst fixed and in a tray on her lap, watching some numbskull HGTV program in Costa Rica featuring three, million dollar plus houses for a yuppie couple. "People asked about you this morning, Sherrie." "I hope you told them I was sick and couldn't get out" "I did. They promised to pray for you." "I really don't need their prayers. I'm ok now." "Sherrie, I know your health was really not the issue for your missing church with me. What I really want to know is 'how are we doing?' I mean when are we going to start being husband and wife again and not just housemates?" "There you go again on this sex thing you just can't seem to get off of. Give it up, Jon. We are to old to be having sex, can't you get that through your mind?" "Sherrie just when is fifty three to old to have sex. All the men I know my age and even older are enjoying an active sex life. Most are at doing it at least weekly and some are two or three times a week still. We haven't had sex in so long I can't even remember what you look like down there. I masturbate with a picture of your legs spread ready for me. I took this picture of you thirty years. You were beautiful and I suspect you still are as the rest of your body is still very sexy to me and I miss enjoying your body." "Jon, I think you are way over sexed and a bit perverted. Go get yourself some dinner and let me watch this program in peace!" End of discussion! That's how it has been for at least three years now. She was getting sex and at the same time denying me for she knew my religious feelings would not permit me any extramarital sex. I vowed silently to fix this situation in the immediate future now that I knew she was actively unfaithful and not just inactively unfaithful. Refusing sex had become, to me, evidence of infidelity for she was "not clinging to me only...she was not clinging at all" That had been the vows before God, family and friends thirty two years ago. After fixing my self a sandwich and orange juice I went into my den and booted up the computer. I did a Google search on the Hal Halversen. Seems like he is a forty fivish Scandinavian import who lives a few miles away. There was no mention of family but he runs a large auto dealership with multiple locations around our city of five hundred thousand. He is active in the same charities that my wife gives her time and our money to. He has been in charge of the United Fund annual charity fund raising for several years All in all, he has a reasonably high profile plus being active in the Republican party. (I'm an independent voter and Sherrie is registered as a Democrat). I now remember where I had heard his name. He has the appearance of a decent well healed person. His private life, of course was not revealed in the Google search. He has become both enemy and savior. Enemy for making me a cuckold and savior for giving me a way out of a cold sexless marriage. As usual, I got up early Monday This was before Sherrie normally got up at her leisurely 10 am. I grabbed a Granola bar for my bite to eat and drove through for a coffee at Burger King on my way to work. I was pretty much my own boss at work. Ensconced in my private corner office with the door closed I called my lawyer friend. We worked together on a number of legal cases over the years and he was a member of our church also. "Jim, Thanks for taking my call so early. Can you fit me in sometime today, this morning preferably?" "How much time do you need, Jon? What's on your mind that's so urgent?" "It's a marital problem, Jim. I have to divorce Sherrie and I need protection and advice. I know you know the divorce laws here in Alabama and I need you." "Jon, I am going to ask one of my partners to join us. He's a CPA in addition to be a sharp legal guy. Let me call you back after I know his availability. And don't you worry, we wont break your wallet without your permission." He laughed as did I. "Now when can you be available?" "This is priority with me so anytime you can set us up is Okay with me. Just do it and call me back. Use my cell number rather than my office number. And Jim, thanks." Thus ended my initial foray into the field of marriage law and accounting. It was three that afternoon that I found myself in Jim's office along with his CPA lawyer partner. After the perfunctory round of handshakes and accepted offers of coffee and water we got seated in their conference room. I told them everything I knew. I told them that I was not at all inclined to marriage counseling as I had suggested that to Sherrie on several occasions only to be rebuffed out of hand. Then I told them that I would accept some form of alimony for her on an indefinite basis providing she wasn't fucking around. Well, that idea got shot down before my words hit the far wall. I could not put that into a settlement. If she got remarried then alimony could cease. That seemed wrong. As long as she was whoring around, I had to support her but if she made it legal then she lost my financial support. The laws just weren't made to be logical, just enforceable. Then there was the split of assets. Our house which was paid for by my hard work and my retirement plans, again thanks to my hard work which she took advantage of to screw around on when I was out of town. Or at least I thought it was only then. I learned we were a no fault state so getting the goods on her by legal photos etc would not be worth the effort or cost. Damn, I was screwed it seemed. The only benefit was that I could look for an real partner in life with God and the law on my side finally. I took it upon myself to visit Mr. Hal. This I did by making a personal call for a business appointment through his secretary. I used a factious name. The purpose of the meeting, as given to his secretary, was the proposed purchase of a fleet of his heavy duty "tractor" Volvo trucks. I received an appointment for the following afternoon at his primary dealership across town. He had offered to meet me at my business address but I wanted this to be in his office, not mine. I didn't want my staff to know I knew him. He met me and the door of his dealership and after he friendly handshakes we went into his private office. I suggested he hold any incoming calls until after our negotiations were concluded. He did this by exiting his office and conferring with his private secretary. This settled, he returned to his overstuffed leather chair behind his large mahogany desk. He ofer a cigar which I declined but told him to enjoy one while we talked. In his office were a number of letters of thanks ( with autographed picture with the president) for his community service and one from the former Republican president thanking him for his community service, service to the party and his generosity to the presidents two campaign funds. I praised him and congratulated him on his years of community service and generosity to various charities. Of course I mentioned his loyal support to "OUR republican party". He smiled broadly and puffed up a cloud of cigar smoke toward the ceiling. "May I call you 'Hal", I smiled. "Of course, and my I address you as Robert?" (the factious name I had used to make the appointment.) "Hal, it seems to me that you would be an ideal candidate for Mayor of our fair city. Certainly we need someone with business savvy and experience and with a heart for our city. Have you given consideration to running in the upcoming elections?" He beamed, puffed some more smoke upwards and appeared for a moment as if in deep thought. Then smiled looked at me directly and said. "I already have a campaign committee at work for me for just this move. I am scheduled to announce publicly early next week. I really want that position for many good reasons. Of course, it won't hurt business either. I have already put the dealership into a blind trust. This was not necessary but I want to be seen as a pure white hat man to the voting public. Inour conservative city, one cannot be to careful in their business and private lives. This mayorship could be the stepping stone to bigger things politically. My degrees in business and political science have prepared me. Of course, as an immigrant, I cannot become president but I have high hopes." I smiled inwardly as I felt I had him exactly where I needed him. "Hal, I must admit to a bit of misrepresentation for coming here this afternoon. I do truly hope that we will strike a mutually satisfactory deal today. I propose a deal which will protect your political future and my financial future. Now it will be best for you to remain seated until you hear me out completely. Then we can discuss our agreement which subsequently will be put into writing and kept totally confidential indefinitely." I continued, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Jon Williamson, or Norwegian family descent. My wife's name is Sherrie Williamson whom you know quite intimately." I saw him slide down just a tad in his chair and take a big breath. I continued, "Hal, this is a friendly visit, not a confrontation. I want to negotiate a purely business type deal. At this point, I hold a winning hand and if we were playing poker, you could not win. But we are not adversaries. At least we are not yet. We become adversaries only if we cannot come to a mutually satisfactory agreement. Do you understand? You are a businessman just as I am." Before we go any further, I want to know if you truly love my current wife? What would your intentions be if I were not in the picture?" "Jon, as I now know you, I wish to be very truthful with you. Sherrie and I have known each other for perhaps forty years. We lost contact shortly after you got married. I left her hometown where we both grew up. My parents had immigrated from Sweden just after my birth there. I grew up American. Sherrie and I were, what you might call "an item" in school. We were sexually very active until she broke it off with me when you appeared on the scene. We did not continue or intimacies once she chose you over me. I was not terribly hurt as I had other sexual partners at the same time. I thinks she was unaware of these. I moved on and away. Years later, my parents died in a commercial plane crash in the mid east. They left me a small fortune and I have multiplied that into a very substantial sum. I bought this dealer ship five years ago and have expanded it to twice the volume it had when I took over. As you know, we sell and service many European makes and models of autos, trucks, and engines, the latter, sold and used in industrial plants nation wide. Four years ago Sherrie and I met socially. My wife had died several years earlier and I had dedicated myself to making this dealership the premier dealership it now is. We have been in a sexual relationship for four years. If you were not in the scene, we would marry. Since you are, we have kept our liaison as secret as possible but recently Sherrie has told me she intends to divorce you in the near future. It now appears that you have discovered this liaison. What is your proposal?" "Hal, I want out of the marriage." (I thought it best not to reveal why). You want a very sexy woman who happens to be married to me. I want out of a marriage to a woman who no longer loves me. My proposal is this. I divorce Sherrie. You then marry her. If I divorce her it will be for incompatibility, not infidelity. That way she is not at fault in case the press gets nosey during your campaigns. It also save face for me, the cuckold hubby. Now here is the hooker of the deal. We both have substantial holdings and income. Lawyers are expensive. An open legal battle is in no ones best interest.. except mine, potentially. But I don't want that. In the divorce, I keep everything. She leaves with nothing but then again, she can be great eye and arm candy for you if she will dress modern style. The only losers are the lawyers and their exorbitant fees. You must convince Sherrie to take this deal. We keep it under wraps forever. I will give you one week. I am going on vacation by myself starting tomorrow morning and will be gone a week. By the time I get back, we will either have a deal or I blow the whistle on the both of you. Let me emphasize, I do not want to do this so you have to use your negotiating skills to convince Sherrie to leave everything and marry you...Or at least to leave everything. You can have whatever kind of prenuptial with her you can get. I do not want to know what you work out only that she will agree to leave the marriage with our money in my pocket." He agreed completely. "Jon, this sounds like a win-win situation. I feel certain I can convince Sherrie to take this deal. I will have my lawyers call yours this coming week." I gave him my lawyers name and phone numbers. I departed a happy man. On my way home, via cell phone, I had my secretary make arrangements for a 7 day Caribbean cruise to start asap and notify the company president of my vacation. I told her nothing of the impending divorce but she is quite intuitive and suggested I might find some interesting entertainment on a cruise ship. I then called my lawyer and told him to draw up divorce papers with Sherrie taking nothing more than her clothes. I told him of my agreement with Mr. Halversen and to anticipate a call from his lawyers in the coming week. Confidentiality was paramount. At home I began to pack. Sherrie asked me if I had to take a trip tomorrow. I told her, "Yes, I'll be gone a week or so. You need to hear what Hal will be telling you very soon. Take his advice otherwise the shit will hit the fan. I know all about your liaison with him over the past four years. You need to be married to him, not me, and soon. My lawyers are at this moment drawing up divorce papers. When I get back we will all sit down with everyone's lawyers and sew up the deal. You should engage a lawyer of your own if you choose to not take Hal's and my advice. The Note I wont bore you, dear reader with the other details. Six months later I was free legally. She was soon remarried. I was free and believe me there are plenty of good looking, sexually highly active 40 to 60 year old women who wanted a stable home, husband, income and active sex life. These were all the things I had missed out on for several years. Sherrie really did change. I believe she was trying to get rid of me all the time for the past four years. She began to dress in classy modern outfits. She appeared with Hal in his campaigns. He became mayor. I got several tips of business deals the city and county were going to make. I invested heavily in some land that was later condemned to make way for a new interstate ramp and kept the rest to sell to fast food chains. I made, literally millions legally...well mostly legally. This time, the cheating wife got no real retribution but I didn't care. We had over twenty five years of good life together. My reward for the last four years of marriage was my money was safe, I was rid of a cheating wife and on good terms with her lover, second husband. The deal worked out really well for me and I don't care that Sherrie wasn't hurt. So who else cares if I don't? Their opinions make no matter to me! It's late at night and I'm tired. Thanks for your reading time. Life can become good. Go with the flow and take the silver lining, not the cloud, into your future. Hopefully you will recognize what a piece of chit "anonymous" is with his pithy comments. Just consider their origin. Helpful comments will be taken to heart. Realdoc