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Saturdays

By: Chrissy_BBW_Bi



Well as you know if you read my last story “Lookin’ Good”, I’m a bi-sexual BBW. I also love BBW women, i find them very sexy. I am 5’6, 200lbs, with 38C tits. I have long brown hair and brown eyes. That’s a little intro to me. Now here’s my story ;)

Saturday! The most beautiful day of the week. The first of two days where I get to lay around all day and do nothing if I so desire. That’s what I planned to do this particular Saturday. It had been yet another busy week at school, and I needed some “me” time. 

I woke up at about 11:00. I laid in bed for a while, deciding what I would do with my day. I thought about catching up on my reading, going for a walk, doing the laundry....nothing that really got me wanting to get out of bed. My pussy had been neglected lately, with school and everything else in my life, so i decided i would dedicate the rest of my morning to it.

I reached over to my bedside table, opened up the bottom drawer and pulled out my vibrator.  I felt myself getting wet just thinking about playing with my pussy. I started to slip my panties down off my large, smooth thighs. I started rubbing my hands up and down my body. Down over my full tummy, back up to my breasts. I began gently teasing my nipples. I could feel my clit just aching to be touched. But I forced myself to wait while I played with my nipples some more, making them swell and harden between my fingers. I wanted to make this one last. 

I squeezed my tits in my hands, kneading them, enjoying the feel of their fullness. My clit was already on fire. Every time I moved my hands on my tits, my pussy felt like it was being zapped with electricity. 

“Mmmmm” I moaned out loud. 

I was getting very horny now. I ran my hands back down my body, down between my legs. As lightly as possible, i ran my finger up my slit, being careful not to insert a finger. I knew if i did, there would be no stopping me, and like i said, i wanted to take this slow. I licked my finger and ran it back up my slit, reaching down to my asshole. I slowly inserted my finger. Wiggling it around, i could feel my pussy throbbing with lust. I pulled my finger out. It was time, I slipped my finger in my now juicy, wet pussy, and started rubbing my clit very lightly, barley touching it. I thought I was going to explode.  I was getting so hot. I reached for my vibrator, and turned it on.

The batteries were dead. It figures.  I didn’t have any batteries that I could think of, and certainly wasn’t about to stop what I was doing and look for some. I threw the vibrator off to the side, and started feverishly rubbing my clit. Using my other hand, I stuck two fingers up my cunt, and started fucking myself. Faster and faster. My juices flowing out of me. 

I began to fantasize about a guy I had seen at the supermarket earlier in the week. He was gorgeous. Tall, dark and handsome… of course.  That’s the way I like them. I pictured it was his fingers plunging into my tight hole, while his tongue was flicking at my clit. Then I pictured my gorgeous sister, Carla, walking into the room. Carla is also a BBW, 5’7, 230lbs. She was naked, her big tits bouncing as she walked over to me. She looked me in the eyes and gently kissed my lips, opening them with her tongue. We started kissing deeply. Then she stood over me and lowered her large shaved cunt onto my face. I could smell her sweet scent. She sat on my face and I started licking her like crazy, experiencing every crevice of her hot pussy, while this beautiful man was between my legs. 

In reality, my pussy was so hot and my bed was soaked underneath me. I was about to cum. I started rubbing harder and faster and fucking my fingers deep inside of me, thinking of my sister on my face and this guy’s fingers in me. I couldn’t imagine ever feeling as horny as I felt right then. Though, I tended to think that every time! I pulled my fingers out of my cunt, and grabbed the vibrator. Just because it didn’t vibrate, didn’t mean I couldn’t still have fun with it! I pushed it into my pussy and started to fuck myself with it, while still rubbing my hot clit. Pushing it in and out, in and out, my juices started flowing even more than before. Goddamn, I was going to cum hard.  

I couldn’t hold back any longer, and as I pushed the vibrator inside of me one last time, I felt my pussy spasm around it. I yelled out loud.  With my head back, my body arched and my eyes closed, I rubbed my clit as I came. My body jerking as the orgasmn rocked my body.  The vibrator still inside of me, I pulled it out and rubbed my clit with it, shuddering over and over, until I collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. As I started to calm down, I took the vibrator and put it into my mouth, tasting my sweet juices. I licked it nice and clean. 

Not long after, I fell back asleep, dreaming of all things forbidden.

Saturdays



We have been married for eight years now. Overall, a pretty happy marriage.

There is an area though that is less than satisfactory. We suffer from a near complete absence of sexual life. Not that I am not wanting, but my wife seems to have forgotten she ever had a libido.

This is extremely hard for me. I am of a sensual nature and sensuality has always been part of my way to express my love. But my wife was now dead to my attentions, and felt no urge whatsoever to change things. This came to a point I was regularly having dreams of her romping with someone else while completing ignoring me.

We had to change something. After a lengthy discussion, we agreed on a way to try to solve the problem. Since she could not seem to be able to think about sex, we decided that a Saturday a month, she would be mine. Totally mine. I could give her any order, and she would have to comply.

This sounds weird, but we thought that the main problem was coming from a psychological block she had about sex. Once she was going, she could feel pleasure all right, but it was nigh impossible to bring her to that step. Hence the chosen solution.

And it kind of worked. One Saturday per month, starting late afternoon, she had to obey, and we had sex.

At first, I waited for our son to be asleep. Then I played with her.

She was compliant enough, but she still could not bring the energy to take any initiative. 

I have a voyeuristic streak, so I particularly enjoyed forcing her to wear revealing clothes and take lewd poses. This would escalate into having her playing with herself in front of me, then satisfying me with her hands, or mouth. She has a very tight pussy, even after giving birth. So I took her as many times as I was able to. I even was able to satisfy again myself with her ass, something I had not done since before our marriage.

Through all this, she was still very passive, though she still seemed to enjoy herself enough.

But lately, I was growing unsatisfied. There was something missing.

I was looking for something more. I wanted to make her do something more daring, to make her react on a different level, to have her want, need. I wanted her to feel... lust.

Up until today, we had limited this special evening to the confine of our home. It was time to up the ante.

I waited until our son was in bed. Then I started.

I asked her first to wear a black and white dress she had, one that came high on her thighs.

Black thong and black lacy bra. Then I asked her to done her make up.

My wife is Japanese. She has a petite body, and she has lost most of the fat since giving birth, with very small breasts, but her nipples stand up like erasers when she is excited. She was looking absolutely smashing all dressed up. After all these years, I am still deeply in love with my wife. Even more than before. At that moment, she was standing in all her beauty and she was incredibly sexy.

She had done everything I had asked her without complaining. She was by now used to this kind of situation. But what I had in mind was slightly different this time.

She was looking at me expectantly.

There was a slight pause while I considered my next request. Once it was out, there was no coming back. I was dreading a bit her reaction.

But I jumped in. I explained to her my desire for the evening.

She had to take a cab, then go to a club. I knew the place and it was a usual place to pick up a partner for the night. She had to go there and sit at the bar. She had to stay for at least two hours.

So far, it was pretty tame. She was looking a bit nonplussed, I guess from the idea of staying at a bar alone for two hours.

Then, I followed with the next orders.

Anyone who would come to cruise her, she could not turn them down. She had at least to chat with them. If she did not like them, she could then send them away. But, before the end of the night, she had to dance with at least one person. Also, she could not reveal she had been ordered here and for what.

Maki did not seem to like this part too much. But we had our agreement.

Eventually, she accepted and I called a taxi.

I kissed her good bye on the porch. Then I went to try to divert my mind from what was happening by reading or playing video games. It was incredibly hard to rein in my imagination.

---

Maki climbed into the taxi. She was not really looking forward to the evening, but she had agreed and she wanted to make an effort for her husband. She sighed.

At the club, she went for a stool at the bar and ordered a cocktail. Then she proceeded to wait.

Soon, she attracted the attention of some patrons. A couple of guys came in and started to chat with her. One was only speaking German, which proved a deterrent to the conversation and she soon lost interest. The other was rather nice, but she could not help but feel detached and he finally left her alone.

After an hour or so, boredom was there and she really wanted to leave.

Then, a voice came right next to her ear. She nearly jumped from the stool in surprise. The voice belonged to a young woman. She was a blond of average height, which meant taller than herself, maybe in her twenties.

The woman had asked her in English if the seat next to her was occupied.

Upon learning it was free, she sat.

She started the conversation with Maki. Though reluctant at first, Maki soon realized she was enjoying herself chatting with her.

Her name was Silvia. She was 25 years old and working as a secretary for a lawyer. Since there were two secretaries, she was working part time, but was still making enough money to live comfortably. Her blond hair was cut short and she was wearing a tight tank top with a matching mini skirt that revealed her long legs. She had a nice figure and a cherry personality.

After a while, Silvia told her that her friends had arrived and would she like to join them?

Maki agreed.

Silvia's friends were all rather pretty, making Maki feel the odd one out. She did not think she was cute enough to belong to this group. But soon, with the kind attention of this lively band, she felt more at ease.

Having so much fun, Maki forgot everything about what she was supposed to do. When she saw the time, she realized that she had not danced with anyone. Seeing her frown, Silvia asked if she was the cause.

Maki hastily reassured her. Though she was supposed not to, she explained why she was here. She thought it was better than letting Silvia think she found her annoying.

Silvia laughed humorously. Well, if you have to dance, let's do it!

Maki was rather surprised, but it really felt like an honest offer and it would solve her problem.

At first, Maki was a bit awkward. But Silvia relaxed her with a couple of nasty jokes about other couples dancing. Maki nearly giggled.

Silvia also explained that this bar was regular spot for the gay nightlife of Frankfurt, so no one will think anything about seeing them dance together.

Then the music changed to a slow piece. Silvia closed the distance between them and took Maki in her arms. It was a strange sensation to feel a body so obviously female against her. But it was not unpleasant at all.

She could feel Silvia's breath on her neck. Silvia's breasts were pressed against her, and she could feel her leg between her thighs. Maki left herself float into this nice feeling.

Silvia's perfume was light, something fruity and very pleasant.

The dance lasted a short time, or at least it felt this way. Maki was strangely disappointed when they had to part. Just when their bodies separated, she thought she felt the lightest of kiss on her neck. It sent tingles throughout her whole body and she felt suddenly very hot.

Silvia did not let go of her hand and looked at her with a quirky smile.

Coming back to their seat, Maki felt a bit lightheaded. Maybe the alcohol was going to her head. After all, she was not used to drink this much anymore.

The group then decided to go to Silvia's place to continue the party. They asked Maki to join them. There was no reason to stop having fun now, so she went along, happy to be included in the group.

Silvia lived not far away. In a very nice apartment she had decorated with taste.

The girls soon found themselves sprawled out in the sofa or on pillows on the floor.

Discussion soon revolved around private stories and comments about boys and relationships were flying freely. While she was not participating, Maki was listening and enjoying the banter, though to tell the truth, she was more focused on other matters. Silvia was sitting next to her and their thighs were touching. The heat was nearly unbearable. After a while, Silvia took Maki's arm in a friendly embrace and pulled her closer.

Maki could feel her heart beat like a crazy drum.

After a while, the girls left; one by one or in small groups. Maki was going to leave when Silvia asked her if she wanted a massage. She had realized that Maki was very tense and nothing could beat a massage to wind down. Plus, she was very good at it.

Maki accepted. A thrill in her heart.

Silvia went around to light candles and dim the lights. She then lit some incense and fetch some massage oil.

Once all the preparations were done, she passed behind Maki and started on her shoulders.

It felt like heaven. Silvia was indeed very good.

Maki felt herself relaxed under the care of these agile, but strong, fingers, and she closed her eyes to better enjoy the moment. After a while, Silvia asked her if she could just lower the top of her dress, else she would not be able to use the oil.

Maki surprised herself by acquiescing straight away, her voice husky.

She felt Silvia delicately lowered the zipper, sending shivers down her spine. Then Silvia pulled down the dress, unveiling Maki's upper torso... and her lacy bra.

The massage started again.

Soon, she could feel the hands going lower and lower on her torso. At one moment, Silvia's fingers nearly brushed against her breasts, making her shudder and, to her surprise, a slight moan escaped her lips.

Silvia stopped, asking if she had hurt her.

Shaking her head, Maki expressed a very soft denial, saying in a throaty voice that it felt very nice.

Maki could feel her heart trying to explode out of her chest.

Slowly, the fingers came back. Languorously, they inched in towards this so sensitive area.

She bit her lips from the frustration and desire she was feeling.

Finally, after what seemed like an unending process, the hands reached her breasts to cup them. The hands stayed there, unmoving. Maki could not help it, she arched her back and another moan escaped her lips. As if it were a signal, the hands starting to play slowly with her breasts.

Maki was soon lost to the pleasure she felt and she did not protest when she felt the hands removing the last barrier of her decency, the black lacy bra.

This kept on for the longest time, with Maki's heavy panting a punctuation to the movements of these magic hands.

Suddenly the hands were gone. Maki moaned her need.

But the hands came back. On her thighs. Maki arched her back again.

The hands became more aggressive, more assertive. Maki could not help but open her legs to the caresses, her body asking for more.

The fingers arrived to this most private place and started a delicious dance. Maki was so lost in the pleasure she did not realist when she had been undressed. Fully naked on the sofa, she suddenly felt Silvia's mouth all over her boy. Her belly, her shoulders, her neck, then her breasts were attacked. She was writhing. Then, slowly, oh so slowly, the lips went down. When they closed on her clitoris, she felt an explosion in her head and everything went white. She never had felt such intense pleasure.

After a moment that felt like forever, she regained her senses. Silvia was lying against her, a smile on her face. She could only smile back.

Silvia then took her hand and led her to the bedroom where Maki let herself fall on the bed.

Silvia undressed in front of her. Looking her right in the eyes. She was gorgeous. Maki felt a bit ashamed of her own body. But soon, Silvia was touching and kissing her again, and everything went away.

Silvia kissed her ear, bit it. She then whispered, " Eat me! "

Maki was a bit unsure, but she did not want to disappoint Silvia.

She started to kiss her, slowly, going lower and lower. She hesitantly kissed these wonderful breasts, then, seeing Silvia's body arch in pleasure and hearing her throaty purr, she was emboldened. She Sucked on Silvia's nipples, caressing the other breast with her free hand.

Silvia said, " Lower! " in a more forceful way, desire vibrant in her voice.

Maki executed herself. Arriving right before the critical place, she hesitated.

A hand pushed her head down and her lips came in contact for the first time with another woman's intimate parts.

The pungent smell was not disagreeable. She started lapping experimentally. Then more forcefully when the effect became evident in the contortions of Silvia's body.

She kept going until she was nearly out of strength and out of breath. Until the moment when the whole of Silvia's body tensed while she was screaming loudly her pleasure.

Maki brought herself up again to rest against Silvia. Resting into each other's embrace, they fell asleep.

When Maki came to, it was very early morning. Silvia was still sleeping. She fetched her clothes and prepared to go back home.

Silvia appeared at the entrance of the bedroom. Naked. Maki blushed. She had not idea how to react.

Silvia asked her if she was trying to leave without saying goodbye.

She approached, swaying her hips, and embraced Maki, kissing her intensely on the lips.

To Maki's surprise, her body reacted straight away and she could feel the tingling again. Her sex was getting wet and nipples stood to attention. Very soon, she was giving back as much as she was getting. Silvia's mouth nibbled on her ear then went down on her neck. Maki moaned.

Silvia broke the embrace, looked at her in the eyes, and said: " You are mine, now. "

Maki gave her her phone number and her mail address and promised to get in touch again.

Silvia looked at her and told her she would call soon.

In the taxi, while her mind kept on playing parts of the evening goings, she was wondering what she would say to her husband...

---

I had been unable to focus on anything for long. A thousand scenarios were playing in my head, all involving Maki and several strangers having sex in the most depraved ways possible.

I was both very excited by the possibility and somehow unnerved by it. Still, I inherently knew Maki would not be able to follow through with any potential encounters.

It was difficult to keep my hands away from my dick, which would turn hard with erotic pictures of my wife having intercourse with strangers to flaccid with my dread of the same event.

It was getting awfully late and she had still to come back home. I was getting worried, a worry tinged with excitement. Finally, I heard a noise at the door and Maki entered.

I jumped up and embraced her.

After she got rid of her things, we sat and I pressed her to relate her night out.

She explained going to the bar, being bored and the futile attempts by some men to pick her up.

This raised my interest and I could feel myself getting hard again.

Finally, she told me about this group of girls that came to her rescue and how she had a good time with them chatting and dancing.

When I asked about the dance part to see if she had followed my orders, she explained that she had danced with a girl.

Now I was definitely aroused and I started to caress her and kiss her, pressing her for more.

She knew the idea of her with another girl excited me, so she played along by giving forth details.

It was obvious I was getting to her and that she was sharing my arousal.

We switched to the bedroom where I nearly ripped her clothes off in my excitement to get to her body. I was trying to be everywhere, kissing her, biting her, encouraged by her increasing moaning. I asked to tell me more, to tell me if she had desired this girl. She said yes, that she had gotten wet, that she had wanted her.

I started telling Maki a story where she had gone back to that girl's house and they had wild sex. All the while, I was fucking her desperately. Maki was wild with excitement and we finally came together, which was something that had not happened in a very long time.

As usual after our lovemaking, Maki got up to clean herself, even though she was obviously tired. I fell asleep immediately, finally content.

---

Maki was tittering on her way to the bathroom. It was the first time she ever had sex twice in a row.

She actually had an orgasm while making love with her husband, a first, but because all the while she was picturing Silvia in her head.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed a kiss mark on her left breast. She was pretty sure that it was not the making of her husband, which meant...

Silvia's words floated back in her mind. Silvia had marked her body to make Maki hers. Her husband would notice it for sure: he would never think he had done it, he remembered things like that. The risk it represented strangely aroused her and she wondered when she would see Silvia again.

Maki went to bed with a smile on her face. 



Saturday's Aren't All That Bad



It was Saturday morning, and the kids were still asleep. I could tell my wife was awake, but wasn't really ready to acknowledge it. I got up quietly, went to the bathroom, then brushed my teeth and shaved, keeping the noise down so I wouldn't disturb Gayle. 

When I returned, Gayle was more or less awake, just staring at the ceiling, but not saying anything. I got back into bed, and snuggled up against her, laying my head on her breast, cupping my hand around her other breast. We lay like that for a few minutes, then I whispered to her, "Interested in a little playtime before the kids get up?" 

I heard her sigh and hesitate a little, before she said, "Of course." 

I was irritated almost immediately - I had been irritated about our sex life for quite some time now. Gayle thought sex was just fine - as long as it was on her terms. Her terms meant that she got oral sex, and she got played with; but as far as she was concerned, once her needs were taken care of, she would provide me with a wet hole to stick my penis in, as long as it wasn't her mouth or her ass. 

I pushed my sudden irritation down, after all it had been nearly two weeks since we had had sex, and then it had only been because I had more or less insisted. I was at the point of being horny enough that I was willing to accept what was becoming a real thorn in our marriage. 

Actually between the lack of sexual interest on the part of Gayle, and her letting herself go a bit, it already had become a real thorn in our marriage. Gayle was about 5'7", and weighed somewhere north of 180 pounds or so. My guess was that she hadn't gone over 200 yet, but the way things were going it wouldn't be long. 

Gayle had weighed about 125 pounds when we got married, with large breasts, although she was in good enough shape that they really didn't sag much. After the birth of our second child, she begin to lose interest in what she looked like, and she had put on a lot of weight. Her breasts now sagged, and she had what could charitably be called a potbelly. 

She drank coke constantly, often as much as a six-pack a day, and despite my rather pointed comments, she simply refused to talk about her weight, or about the example she was setting for the kids. 

Sure enough, when I suggested that it might be nice to have her reciprocate with a little oral sex, she just said, "You know I think that is nasty. I don't want to do that." Of course she never had, so she might as well have said that she didn't do that. 


When we were finished, and at least my hormones were not running wild through my body, we rolled apart and just lay there for a few minutes. 

Gayle was quiet for a bit, then finally said: "Sex has really become somewhat boring. I think that we should have an open marriage, so we can experiment a bit, and find things that we like. Maybe you could find the blowjobs you seem to want, and I can find whatever it is that I want." 

I was stunned. Our marriage hadn't been going that well, but I sure as hell didn't think that it had gotten to this point. Then the anger hit. 

I got out of bed, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her out of bed, and over in front of the full length mirror on the wall. 

"Look at you. You continue to gain weight and you won't do anything about it. Your tits are sagging, and your stomach looks like it is trying to match them. You won't do a damn thing about what you look like. You absolutely refuse to do anything sexual that might please me, except provide me with a convenient place to effectively masturbate. Your idea of sex is for you to get off and let me do whatever I can to at least release the tension. You are not even interested in doing anything for me except lie there and spreading your legs. I can't remember the last time you initiated sex."

I calmed down a bit, then very tersely, and very coldly told her: "If you start screwing around on me, that will be the end of our marriage. Absolutely the fucking end! I am not interested in your open marriage bullshit - that is nothing but an invitation to fuck around and destroy a marriage, as well as violate the vows we took to forsake all others." 

She stood there, seemingly a bit shocked at my sudden anger, my cum still dribbling down her thigh, then simply said, "You bastard." 

"Remember what I said." 

I stormed off into the bathroom, turning on the shower, suddenly wanting to scrub myself clean. 

When I finished my shower, I dried off, then went into the bedroom and started dressing. Gayle was sitting on the bed, still naked, and her whole being radiated cold. 

I finished dressing, and left, going into the kitchen to get things ready for breakfast, and I wasn't a minute too early. The two kids, Erin (ten years old) and Ian (seven years old) were in the kitchen not five minutes later demanding that breakfast be served up immediately. 

I hugged them both and asked if pancakes would be an agreeable breakfast, which of course was met with glee. 

When breakfast was ready, I went down the hall to our bedroom, opened the door, and saw that Gayle was still sitting on the bed, naked, and talking on the phone. I told her that breakfast was ready, and she should come and get it while it was hot. She simply looked at me, and told me that she would come when she was damn good and ready. 

Breakfast done, I waited for awhile, then shrugged and cleaned up the kitchen and put things to right. The kids had been watching cartoons, until I finally told them that they had watched enough TV, and they needed to turn it off and go play outdoors. There were the standard protests, but they knew the rules, and within minutes they were having a great time playing in the playhouse I had built in the backyard. 

Shortly after ten the doorbell rang and it was Caitlin from down the street, Erin's best friend. Caitlin was exactly Erin's age, as they shared a birthday, and they had played together since they were about five years old. 

Caitlin's mother, Kathy, was a professor of English at the nearby university, and a novelist in her own right. Her father was either dead or divorced, Kathy had never spoken about him, but Caitlin didn't seem to miss him, so I assumed that he had been not part of the family for a long time. 

Kathy was our godsend. Although she taught at the university, she had arranged her schedule so that she taught only in the mornings while Caitlin was at school. In the afternoons she worked on her novels and was available for Caitlin. When we lost our childcare, we had mentioned it to Kathy when she was over for a drink in the evening. Kathy had simply solved the problem by telling us that she would pick up the kids when she picked up Caitlin and take care of them for the afternoon until we got home. If we could take care of Caitlin on the few evenings that she had an evening class to teach, she would call it even. 

It worked like magic. The kids were as close as sisters and brother. Of course the two girls teased Ian like any sister would do, and he gave it right back. I swatted Caitlin if she really deserved it, and Kathy did the same to Erin and Ian - although I don't think that either one of us ever did anything more than a quick swat on the behind without much force behind it. 

I let Caitlin in, and told her where the kids were, as if she had to know - the shrieks and hollers from the backyard should have been enough for anyone to know where they were. 

I had gone back to the bedroom a couple of times to check on Gayle, but she had simply told me in the coldest manner possible to leave her the hell alone. 

Finally, just before noon, while I preparing a lunch for the kids, Gayle came into the kitchen, rather well dressed I thought for a Saturday afternoon. 

"I'm going out, and I probably won't be back until late. Don't wait up for me." 

"I didn't know you had to go out." 

"I'm going over to Maggie's, and then we are going to go out shopping, and probably to dinner after that. I don't know when I will get back, but I suspect that it will be late." 

A kind of cold chill went over me, and I said, "If you go out screwing around with other men, then the marriage is over. Do you understand that?" 

"Fuck you, you bastard. I'm not going out on you, I am simply going out with my friend, someone who at least can listen to what I am saying." With that she slammed out the door, and shortly I heard her car start up, and head off down the street. 

I probably wouldn't have been quite so upset, except I really didn't like Maggie. She and Gayle had known each other since college, when they were roommates. Maggie was divorced, her husband having thrown her out because she was running around on him. Since her divorce, Maggie had become what is probably best described as a round-heeled slut. She had even tried to make a pass or two at me, but I wasn't having any of it, and told her so. So Maggie and I didn't even try to pretend to get along. 

Gayle came home about 1:00 or 1:30am, I wasn't really sure, reeking of alcohol and smoke, crawled into bed and fell asleep immediately. 

Two months passed, and Gayle had started going out regularly at night. At first it was the excuse that she had sales meetings to attend, but that didn't really wash with me, as she had been in her job for years, and this was the first time that they had had sales meetings at night, and she sure as hell hadn't been going to meetings with clients the way she was dressed when she went out. 

Finally she didn't even bother to come home before going out. She would simply tell me in the morning that she had a meeting or whatever that night and not to bother waiting up for me. She always came home reeking of alcohol, and collapsed into bed, often complaining the next day of a hangover. 

Sex? What was that? Maybe every couple of weeks, and it was worse than it ever had been. I admit that she was losing some weight, and looking much better, but that didn't do much for me, as she seemed to always be too tired from her so-called meetings. The excuses also extended to maybe tomorrow, or my period is here. 

Even on days she seemed to be planning to come home, she would often call me from work and tell me that something had come up and she would have to be staying late. 

The final straw came one day when I received a call from Ian's school. He had fallen and the nurse thought he had broken his arm. I immediately got in my car and headed for the school, which fortunately was only a few miles away, picked him up, and tried to call Gayle both at the office and on her cell phone. All I was told at the office was that she was out of the office, and they didn't know when she would be back. She simply didn't answer her cell phone. 

I called Kathy, and told her what had happened, so she would not be concerned when she discovered that Ian was not at school, and took him to the doctor. It turned out that the school nurse was absolutely correct, he had broken it, and while I was waiting for a cast to be put on, I tried to contact Gayle again. 

I got through to her secretary, Mary, and told her that I knew that she had been called away to an urgent meeting, but that our son had broken his arm and I needed to get ahold of Gayle. Mary sounded a little taken aback, and mumbled something about she didn't show a meeting on her calendar, then finally said that she didn't have a contact number, but that she would see if she could find out something. I gave her my cell phone number, and asked her to call me when she found anything out. 

It was 5:00pm, and Mary was leaving work when she finally called. She hadn't been able to locate Gayle, nor had she been able to find out what meeting she was in. I told her not to worry about it, we were home, and Ian was resting quietly, at least as quietly as a seven year old could. Mary apologized, and seemed to have a funny, disapproving tone in her voice. I hung up, and just started thinking. 

Finally I picked up the phone and called my cousin. He had been in military intelligence (yes I know that is supposed to be an oxymoron), had gotten out of the military, and started his own business of private investigations. I told him what had been going on, and he was most sympathetic, and asked what he could do. He didn't normally do domestic work, dealing primarily with commercial spying, (although I had often felt that he was also doing some work for the government on the side) but he felt that he would be able to do the job quite handily. 

We talked for quite awhile, and finally agreed that he would open a file, charging me his cheapest rate, but that he would have a tail on Gayle by no later than the following night. We also agreed that he would put a GPS locator on her car, and would wire our house with the intelligence equivalence of "nanny monitors" in the bedroom, the living room and the den, the rooms I felt were most likely to come up with something. The phones would be tapped, and he would be the only one to listen to the tapes unless it came up positive, and then he would need to have other of his operatives work with them to be the most effective. 

So the investigation would start on Tuesday night. I told Rob that I had to leave town on Sunday night for a business trip, but would be back very early Saturday morning. I gave Rob the information he needed to get ahold of me, should he need to, and hung up. 

Gayle came home that night rather early for her, about 11:00pm, but she was still half smashed. When I told her that Ian had broken his arm, she got all teary, and was going to go into his room to comfort him, when I grabbed her. 

"You are not going to wake him up to a mother that smells like a drunk. He had a hard enough time getting to sleep as it was, and you are not going to disturb him. If you were really concerned, you would have been answering your cell phone, or at least let Mary know where you were. She tried all afternoon to track you down, but you were nowhere to be found," I ground out between clenched teeth. 

Gayle went a little white for a moment, then red. 

"How dare you have my office staff get involved in our private lives?" 

I just looked at her for a moment, then told her to go to bed, she wasn't even making sense. I grabbed a couple of pillows off the bed and slept in the guest room, which was next to Ian's, in case he woke up in pain or needed something. Besides, I just didn't want to be in the same bed with her. 

Gayle continued going to her "meetings", and I reminded her that I had a business trip planned for the following week. It didn't seem to affect her one way or the other, and she just said, 

"Whatever." 

Gayle was gone on Friday and Saturday nights with Maggie, and on Sunday she had one hell of a hangover. I kissed the kids goodbye, and left for the airport about 5:00pm. 

My meetings went well, and by Thursday afternoon was ready to come home early. Rob called just before I started to check out, and told me that they had found out that Gayle was indeed seeing other men, but that he wanted me to wait to call Gayle and tell her I was coming home early. I agreed, and changed my reservation to very early the following morning. 

I arrived about 6:00am on Friday morning, and met Rob at a breakfast place he had suggested. To make a long story short, his people had followed Gayle, on Friday and Saturday nights to a restaurant/bar located not far from our home. This was also part of a rather nice motel that was part of the whole complex. He had pictures of Gayle, and Maggie, taking men into a room in the motel, but did not have definitive information that would state beyond the shadow of a doubt that Gayle had been doing anything out of line. 

However, what he did have was pictures of men that were visiting our house while I was gone, and the video that was captured on the "nanny monitors" was beyond anybody being able to refute it. Gayle was spreading her legs for almost anything that walked in the door. 

I spent the day taking care of what I needed to. All the credit cards in both our names were cancelled; the locks on the house were changed, as were the security codes for the alarm system. 

Thanks to an old friend, all her belongings were packed up in boxes, without much attention paid to how carefully, and moved to a storage locker, with two months paid in advance. I made a quick run to the nearest mall, and got new bedding, as I had taken all our bedding and sent it to the storage locker also. I didn't want a single reminder of Gayle's unfaithfulness remaining in the house. 

I had called Kathy and pretended to be still out of town. I just wanted to know how the kids were. Kathy, like Mary, sounded a bit funny, but said that they were okay, and that Gayle had asked if she could keep them overnight, which was fine with her. I asked her to please keep them, and also asked if necessary could she keep them for another night, as I thought that some things needed dealing with that the kids didn't need to be involved in. Kathy was immediately agreeable, and told me that she was afraid that it would come to this. Her last comment didn't register with me until after I had hung up, and when it did, I just decided to wait until another time to find out exactly what she had meant by that. 

I met with Rob about 7:00 that night, and he gave me a verbal report of what he had turned up. 

Basically what it boiled down to was that Maggie and Gayle would take a room at the motel, usually the same one, which was just a few doors away from an entrance to the bar. They would spend the evening dancing and drinking with several men, and usually starting about 9:00 would take a man to the room, spend about 45 minutes or an hour with him, then go back and repeat the scenario. It didn't appear to be any one person, but just a continuous flow of men. 

The house was different. The men would not show up until 9:30 or a little later, I assumed because the kids' bedtime was 9:00, and I guess that Gayle wanted to make sure they were asleep before she started her party. 

We waited in Rob's car in the parking lot outside the motel starting about 8:30, and sure enough, about 9:00, we saw Maggie walking out of the bar, hanging on a guy's arm. They went immediately to room 113, with Maggie unlocking the door and almost dragging the guy in. About ten minutes later I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. Gayle was walking out of the bar with two men, one on each side of her, holding on to their arms. When they got to room 113, Gayle just opened the door, and the three of they disappeared into the room. 

I looked at Rob, and he simply said, "Apparently they unlock the door from the inside, so nobody has to bother with room keys." 

Despite everything that Rob had told me, it was a real blow, seeing for myself what Gayle was doing. Rob eyed me sympathetically, and asked, "Have you seen enough, or do you want to go through to the next step?" 

I thought about it for a minute or two, then told him that we had gone this far, I might as well see it through. 

We waited about ten or fifteen minutes while Rob got out his digital camera, set it to shoot as fast as possible, and then I took a deep breath and opened the car door. 

We got to the door to room 113, and Rob whispered, are you sure about this? I just nodded, and waited for him to get ready. 

When he nodded, I grasped the doorknob, turned it quietly, then opened the door. 

The room had two beds, both apparently doubles. Maggie was on the far bed fucking some guy from on top. Gayle was kneeling on the bed, one guy fucking her from behind, and the other guy had his cock in her mouth. The guy in her mouth must have just come, because when the flash from Rob's camera went off, Gayle turned toward us, and I could see his cum leaking out of her mouth and down her chin. 

Rob's camera flashed a few more times, and I dug in my pocket for the keys to the storage locker. Gayle was yelling, "Oh my God, it's my husband," and trying to cover herself. 




Saturday's Aren't All That Bad



I tossed the keys to the storage locker at her and told her very quietly; "Don't come home, you have nothing there. All of your things are in a storage locker, and there is the key. Don't call me, don't talk to me, we are completely done." 

Rob asked if there was anything he could do as we walked back to the parking lot, and I just told him that I needed to be by myself for awhile. 

I climbed into my car, and started home. I drove by Kathy's house on my way, and saw that the lights were still on. I parked in my garage, closed the garage door, then realized that the key that Kathy had did not work in my door anymore. We had both traded keys years ago, because the kids were constantly wanting something from home, and I had just forgotten that she needed one also. Even though it was late, I walked down to Kathy's, rang the doorbell and waited. Kathy opened to door almost immediately and invited me in. When she closed the door, she turned to me, caressed my cheek with her hand, then kissed me very softly. 

"I'm so sorry for you. I thought it would come to this, but I so hoped it wouldn't." 

Before any of you get the wrong idea, Kathy had been raised in a family that kissed. After I had met her for the first few times, whenever she saw me, she kissed me hello. She did that to everyone she knew at all well. It wasn't a passionate kiss, or an invitation. It was just her way of welcoming you to her life. There was nothing different tonight - just the welcoming kiss of a good friend. 

"Come on and have a cup of tea. The kids are asleep, although it took me forever to get Caitlin and Erin to stop giggling and actually go to sleep." 

We drank our tea, and I gave her the new key to the house, and without going in to details, simply told her that Gayle and I were getting a divorce, and that things hadn't been very pretty. 

Kathy told me that she had seen several cars outside our house while I was gone, and that this was not a real surprise. She also offered to keep the kids over the weekend, so I could get my head screwed on tight, and deal with the whole situation. 

I didn't want to abandon the kids, they were going to need me, but I did tell her that I would appreciate it if she could at least have them play over at her house on Saturday, as I felt that Gayle would be over, and I didn't want them to witness any fights. Of course Kathy agreed. 

At 8:00 sharp, just like he promised, Rob had delivered his report, including an update from the night before, as well as photographs taken from the videos taken over the last week or so. He didn't stay, seeming to know that I needed to go through the report by myself. 

By noon I had gone through the entire report, and what I read, and saw, made me sick to my stomach. 

The doorbell rang, and I got up to answer it. It was Gayle's parents, George and Ann, and Gayle. George asked quietly if they could come in. I hesitated, then told them they could. 

"Gayle, this is the one and only time you are going to be allowed in this house. I told you last night not to ever come here again. I am willing to do it one more time out of respect for your parents, but never again." 

I could see the old anger flare in her eyes, "This is as much my house as it is yours." 

"Nope. I inherited this house free and clear from my grandparents. Your name is not on the title, and never will be. Now stop the nonsense and either come in or leave. It is your choice." 

We settled uncomfortably in the living room, George and Ann sitting together on the couch, Gayle seated on an ottoman by the couch, and I was in my favorite chair, a wooden rocker, that had always seemed to be a comfort to me. It had been in the house as long as I could remember, and still held the fascination for me that it had as a small child. 

George cleared his throat, "Ah, we understand that a bit of a problem has arisen between you and Gayle, and we would like to see if we can help straighten things out. We understand that you are angry, and why you are angry, but we would like to see if we can help you both put this indiscretion behind you, and to help you work together to put your marriage back together."

"Indiscretion. Just an indiscretion is it? Hold on a minute." 

I went into the den where I had my office, got Rob's report, and brought it back out into the living room. 

"Let's see. An indiscretion." 

I tossed an 8x10 glossy print of one of Rob's pictures from the night before on the coffee table. It was a beautiful example of the art of photography. Gayle was posed perfectly as the centerpiece of the photo. You could see that some guy was fucking her from behind, and the guy in her mouth was still spurting, the cum running out of her mouth and down her chin. 

"Let's see George, you are the trial attorney. Is that one indiscretion or two?" 

George flinched, and Ann paled a bit. 

"Let's go back a little bit." 

I flipped another photograph onto the coffee table.

"Here's Friday night of last week. Duncan McPherson, married and with three kids, looks like he is going into room 113 of the motel. The same room the previous picture was taken in. Of course we don't know what went on in there, they could have been getting marriage counseling for all we know." 

I looked over at Gayle. 

"Trying to break up another marriage also?" 

I flipped another glossy out. 

It was another picture of a man being taken into room 113 by Gayle. He was quite recognizable because of the tattoos on his arms. 

"Of course we don't know what went on here either. Maybe more marriage counseling." 

I thumbed through the report folder for a minute until I found the picture I wanted, and flipped it out on the table. 

"Oh, I bet this can at least clear a little up. Here is the same guy, only he is in my house, in my living room, and my wife is sucking his cock. Look at the time and date stamp on the photo. At least Gayle waited until the kids were in bed." I flipped another glossy out. 

"Here he is again, only this time he is fucking her. I think she had her legs spread for him just about where you are sitting Ann. I haven't checked, but I wonder if there are semen stains on the couch there." 

Ann visibly had to restrain herself from getting up and moving. 

"Oh, I forgot to tell you who this guy is. He is James Watson. He just got out of prison a little over a year ago. He spent the last 15 years as a guest of the state because his girl friend wouldn't do what he wanted. So he sexually assaulted her, and forced her ten year old daughter to orally copulate him." 

I looked at Gayle. "Really nice friends you bring home while I am out of town, particularly with Erin upstairs." 

Gayle was white, then the rage erupted. "You violated my privacy. You were videotaping my private life." 

"Your life isn't private in my house. A whore is never private, not where my kids are concerned." I looked at George and Ann. George looked about 20 years older than he had when he walked into the house. Ann was trying very hard not to just break down and cry. 

"An indiscretion? I don't think so. A round heeled slut - I think that is a given. Marriage counseling? Not on your life." 

"Gayle, I have taken every single thing in this house that could conceivably be thought of as yours, and put it in that storage locker. You have the key. On Monday I will be filing for divorce. I will give you a certified check for half of our joint bank accounts. I will sign over the title to your car to you. Our joint credit cards are closed, as are all our joint bank accounts. The only thing left is that I have left $2,000 in our joint savings account, which you may treat as yours - I will deduct that from the check I will give you. As of right now, I don't want anything more to do with you. I will not talk to you. I will not see you. I will not bar you from seeing the kids, but you will most certainly have to have someone with you, someone that I agree with." "That means that Maggie is most certainly not on the approved list. Supervised visitation is the only way it is going to go, because I simply do not trust you around our children. In fact I don't trust you at all." 

George started to say something, and I just cut him off before he could even get started. 

"I am not going to put you through anything more with the photographs, but just let me say this. The only thing I haven't seen your daughter do in my house, with my kids upstairs, is anal sex. She has done everything else conceivable here, in this living room, upstairs in what was our bedroom and everywhere else in this house that I can think of."

"She was even fucking some guy on our dining room table. I'm not putting up with any more." 

Gayle heated replied that she would never do anything as nasty as anal sex. 

I looked at her again, hopefully for the last time. 

"You didn't do oral sex with men either, at least that is what you told me, that it was nasty and you wouldn't do it. Sure looks like you decided that it wasn't that nasty. But it doesn't matter anymore, does it? Because you are out of my life, and I am going to make damn sure you don't screw up our kids' lives - or are they our kids? Just how long have you been fucking everything that had a cock?" 

I didn't expect an answer, and I didn't get one. Gayle was crying, and trying to say something about she was sorry. I didn't even listen to her. 

"George, Ann, I like you and I respect you, but it is now time for you to leave. You are welcome here anytime you want to see your grandchildren; I will not keep them from you. However, Gayle may not come into this house again, so don't even think about bringing her with you. If you would be willing to be the supervising person when she sees the kids, then that will be fine. But now I want a little bit of time to myself before the kids come home, so I am going to ask you all to leave." 

George and Ann got up, and started toward the door, moving like they were 90 years old, and feeling every day of it. Gayle stayed on the ottoman until I told her in no uncertain terms that she had better get the hell out, or I would throw her out. She left with a stream of curses directed at me, but she left. 

It was a week later, on Saturday night, and it had been a really rough week. The kids wanted to know why Mommy wasn't coming home, and I tried to explain to them that it wasn't their fault, but that sometimes Mommies and Daddies didn't want to live together any more. I reassured them that their mother still loved them, but it was a little hard to make them believe that as Gayle had not even tried to call. 

Rob had told me that he had followed up a bit on his own, just to satisfy his own curiosity and that Gayle had moved in with Maggie. She was still doing the scene at the bar. My attorney told me that he hadn't been able to get her served with the divorce papers until Tuesday morning, but that the judge in the case had granted a restraining order preventing her from coming within 500 feet of my home, and from seeing the children without another adult that I approved of. She was specifically allowed to talk to the children by telephone, but she had to understand that all of the calls were being recorded, because I didn't want her poisoning my relationship with the kids. It was somewhere around midnight, when I vaguely heard something downstairs. I had been sleeping rather lightly because of Ian's arm, and because both of the kids had been having bad dreams, and I wanted to be there immediately for them. Finally I figured out that it was the doorbell. 

I got out of bed, slipped on a pair of Levi's and a sweatshirt and padded downstairs to answer the door. It was Gayle, looking like shit. She was crying, and begged me to let her in. 

Against my better judgment, I opened the door a bit wider, and told her to come on in. We went into the living room, and she sat on the same ottoman she had when she and her parents were here a week ago. 

It was awhile before I could get the story out of her, but essentially what it came to was that she had invited a man from the bar she and Maggie had been frequenting to the place she and Maggie were sharing and he had raped her. I told her that I thought that was a bit implausible, as she had been fucking everything in sight for months.

She stood up and unbuttoned her blouse, and I noticed for the first time that she didn't have a bra on. There were bite marks all over her breasts, and even in the rather dim light I could see that bruises were forming on her breasts, as well as one around her left eye. 

"I wouldn't give him anal sex, and he blew up and this is what he did. Then he forced himself into my rectum. I think he tore something back there. I can't see for myself, but I have been bleeding a bit back there. I can't go back, he might still be there, I just ran out as soon as I could get free, grabbing my purse as I left." 

I didn't say a word for about five minutes, while I thought the whole thing through, then told her that whatever had happened was her problem, not mine, and most definitely not the kids'. I also told her that she had to leave, because I wasn't dealing with her bullshit. She cried, and said that she had no place to go, that she couldn't go to her parents looking like this, and she was afraid to go back to her apartment. 

"That is your problem. I told you that I am washing my hands of you. If you are afraid of this guy, then call the cops, but don't come to me expecting me to rescue you." 

Gayle dragged herself back to the car, and I saw her drive off, her last comment lingering on the air, "You bastard." 

Life went on, the kids were beginning to adjust to Gayle being gone, and Kathy was making every effort to cheer them up, taking them to the zoo or the park after school. 

In the evening we would often have dinner together, not every night, but two or three times a week, so the kids could play together, and have a somewhat normal life.

Three months had gone by, and the kids had seen their mother only three or four times, always with her parents present. I had specifically warned them that if they let Gayle go off alone with the kids, that they would be removed from the "A-list". 

Kathy was also on the "A-list", although she hadn't really wanted to be. I think she was just doing it as a favor to me. In any event, Gayle never called Kathy to supervise visitation. 

I was in my office, going over some bids we were doing for a project when the phone rang. It was the school counselor, and she wanted to talk about Erin. I asked if I should come down, but she said she thought it could be taken care of by phone, at least this first time. 

"What's going on?" 

"Erin is acting out an awful lot. Talking back to teachers, misbehaving in class, getting in scuffles with other kids at recess, that kind of thing. She has always been such a joy and it just seems that something is wrong, she has never acted up like this before." 

I sighed, and explained that her mother and I were going through a divorce, and this possibly was the source of her problems. Then I asked how should I handle it. 

The counselor suggested that I simply talk to her about it, but not do anything dramatic, and see if that helped, and she asked me to keep in contact with her to monitor Erin's behavior. 

I agreed, and we hung up. 

When I picked the kids up from Kathy's, I told her what I had been told by the school, and asked her if she had any suggestions. 

Kathy thought for a few minutes, then told me that she thought that just a simple talking to would help, but that I should keep it touch with the counselor (which I had already agreed to with her), and see how things went. 

The following Saturday (I was beginning to hate Saturdays) the three of us were eating dinner, a homemade pizza I had managed to find in the cook books, when Erin asked me, "Daddy, what is a cunt?" 

I literally almost choked on my food, but was finally able to ask,

"Where in the world did you hear that word?" 

Before Erin could answer, the phone rang, and I went into my office to answer it, trying for as much time as possible before I had to answer that question. It was Kathy, and before she could say whatever it was she wanted to say, I told her that I absolutely needed help with Erin, and I needed it now. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Erin just asked my what a cunt was. I suspect that I know where she heard the word, but I really need help right now in talking to her." 

"I'll be right there. Caitlin will be just fine here for an hour or so, let me make a phone call and I will be there in a few minutes." 

I hung up the phone, and came back out, telling Erin that we would talk about the word "cunt" in a few minutes. 

It was literally five minutes before Kathy opened the front door and came in. She looked madder than hell, at least when she came in, then she took several deep breaths, and calmed herself down. 

"Okay, I'm ready, but I sure didn't want to go through this again. Where is Erin?" 

"In the dining room - what do you mean?" 

"We'll talk later, right now I need to spend a bunch of time with Erin."

We went into the dining room and Kathy asked Erin to go with her into my office. They were in there for well over an hour, and by the time they came out, I had already put Ian to bed. 

Kathy told Erin, "Give your Daddy a kiss, then let's go get you into bed." 

When Kathy returned her anger had returned, and she simply said, "Give me a scotch." 

I poured a hefty one, gave it to her, and asked what the hell was going on. 

Kathy slugged back about half of what I had given her, then started in. 

"I thought that all this crap was behind me. I came home from school early one day, and found my husband trying to make Caitlin suck his penis. I threw the bastard out, and called the cops. If he wanted me to do that, I was more than willing, but Caitlin, no god dammed way. The last I heard of him was that he was going on parole two years ago, after not anywhere near long enough in prison." 

"Anyway, while you were gone that week, Erin woke up when she heard noises downstairs. She went to the top of the stairs and saw your wife fucking some guy. Apparently she heard Gayle saying some like 'fill my cunt' or 'fuck my cunt', but whatever she heard was extremely sexual in nature. She didn't understand what she was seeing either, but again, as best as I understand it, she saw your wife giving one guy a blowjob, while she was being fucked by another guy." 

"She was thinking that because she hadn't told you, she was somehow at fault for the divorce, that maybe things could have been saved if she had told you. At the same time she was thinking that she should have done something else, although God knows what, so she was a bad girl, and she needed act like a bad girl." 

"I think she is going to be all right, but I want you to take her to a friend of mine, a professor of psychology, who specializes in children, and get her all the help you can. Caitlin was only about three, and doesn't remember, really, what happened, but Erin is going to need some help at this point in getting through this. 

Of course I agreed, and we spent a little more time talking, before Kathy had to go home to make sure that Caitlin had gotten herself into bed. 

Gayle had been trying to get unsupervised visitation, and joint physical custody, but when my lawyer called hers, and gave her the results of the psychologist's report, she dropped the request and things went on as before. 

I made sure that Erin and Ian had lots to do, taking them someplace nearly every weekend. Of course this meant that Caitlin wound up going also, and Kathy often came along also, until we were often together more than Gayle and I had been for years. 

It had been about five months since I filed for divorce, and Kathy had invited the three of us over for a cookout. I rang the doorbell, and Kathy opened the door, pretending to be startled to see the two kids come boiling through the door, heading for the back yard. We laughed, and Kathy opened the door a bit wider, and I stepped through. She leaned forward to give me the kiss she always did, except this time it felt different. She didn't do anything different, but this time it was like an electric shock. 




Saturday's Aren't All That Bad



Kathy stepped back for a moment, then murmured something about let's try that again, and stepped right up to me, her head tilted back. I kissed her slowly, and started to put my arms around her when she suddenly stepped back. 

"I will not get involved with a married man. I won't stoop to Gayle's standards. If you are still interested when your divorce is final, then we can see whether we want this to go anywhere." 

She then turned, and told me to come on into the kitchen; she still had some things to do to get ready for dinner. The rest of the night, Kathy acted as though nothing had happened, although I did catch her looking at me a little oddly when she thought I wasn't looking. 

We continued taking the kids out places, seeing each other every day, although I noticed that when Kathy kissed me hello, she was very careful about how she did it, as though she were making sure that nothing happened. 

Finally, I got the call from my attorney. Gayle had finally given up trying to get part of the company I had started before we got married, and agreed to take what I had originally given her. 

The only catch was that she wanted me to pay $15,000 for her attorney's fees. I initially told my attorney that hell would freeze over before I would do that, but when my attorney told me that it would probably wind up costing that much to take the case to trial, and because I made so much more than Gayle I would probably be ordered to pay at least some of her attorney's fees anyway. 

Reluctantly, I agreed, and was asked to come down to her office and sign the last of the papers for the divorce. 

Three days later I got the call I had been waiting for. My divorce was final; everything was signed off, and as of about 10:00a.m. I was no longer married. 

I hung up the phone, and just sat and thought for a few minutes. Then I picked up the phone, called the restaurant at the Hilton, and made reservations for two for dinner at 8:00. I then called my next door neighbor, Susan, who had a teenage daughter, and asked if Carol could baby sit that night, and also told her that I thought that Caitlin would be staying at the house that night as well. 

Susan laughed, and said that if Carol couldn't do it, she would. She thought that it was about time that Kathy and I started formally dating. Then she absolutely floored me by telling me that if we weren't home by midnight, she would come over and sleep there, so we could stay out as long as we wanted, but that she had to be home by 8:00am to get ready to go to work. I was more than a little flustered, but thanked her profusely, and hung up. 

It was already 3:00, so I knew that Kathy had already picked up the kids from school. I told my secretary that I was leaving for the day, then got in my car. I got home, parked in the garage and without even going inside, I walked down to Kathy's and rang the doorbell. 

Kathy seemed a bit puzzled when she answered the door, and asked if anything was wrong. 

"Not a thing, in fact everything couldn't be better. I just thought that I would like to ask you out to dinner. I have arraigned for a baby sitter for all three kids, and I have reservations at the Hilton for dinner at 8:00. I hope you won't make all those arraignments go for naught by telling me that you have other plans for this evening. " 

"Aren't you forgetting something? I won't date a married man." 

"You wouldn't be. I'm not married anymore. The divorce was final about six hours ago." 

Kathy laughed, and stepped closer to me, giving me a kiss that was as electric as the one she had given me a couple of months ago. 

"If I have anything going tonight, it will just have to wait. Of course, I would be honored to go with you." 

We talked for a few more minutes, then I went out in back and told the kids that they had to come home now, but that Caitlin was welcome to come also, and she should bring her pajamas because she was going to spend the night at our house. The kids were ecstatic, and couldn't wait for Caitlin to get her things. 

When we left, Kathy gave me another kiss, the first time she had done this. As we walked up the street, Caitlin was looking at me a little funny, finally saying, "My mommy must really like you a lot, I've never seen her give anyone a kiss like that." 

"I certainly hope she does. If she does, would that bother you?" 

"Oh no, I think you are really neat, and Mommy has been so lonely for a long time. Does that mean that you will be my daddy?" 

"Oh sugar, that will depend on a whole lot of things, things that none of us have a lot of control over." 

Erin piped up with, "Oh that would be wonderful, then you could be my sister, and Kathy could be my mother, and I wouldn't have to wonder if my mother wants me." 

I winced inside, and wondered for the thousandth time what I could do to take that fear away from her. The psychologist had worked with Erin for weeks now, and thought that she was pretty much over most everything, but the last issue she really had was that her mother just didn't seem to want to spend any time with her, and it was really hurting her. 

Kathy had become a good substitute, in some sense, but Erin wanted a mother that cared about her, and I just couldn't overcome that hurdle. 

I diverted the kids with questions about what they wanted for dinner, and found that the vote was three to zero for hotdogs with macaroni and cheese. 

I let the kids play for a bit while I went upstairs to shave, shower, and get ready for a real date. 

I had the kids fed, and the kitchen cleaned up by 6:30, and by 6:45 I was ready to go, just waiting for the baby sitter to arrive. The doorbell rang, and it was Susan, with a small bag in her hand. 

"Carol has an exam tomorrow, so I volunteered to baby sit. I brought my things so I will just sleep on your couch if need be. You go and have all the fun you can have, you deserve it." 

"Are you sure you are okay with this?" 

"Of course I am, and my husband is also. His only comment to me has been why the hell did you ever wait so long to get rid of the woman; although he didn't use the word woman. We saw her down at the restaurant months ago, and figured out what was going on. We just couldn't bring ourselves to be the ones who told you." 

"Now go have a wonderful night, with a really wonderful woman. You don't know it, but she has spent a lot of time at my house, crying, because she thought this would never happen, so you go make her happy." 

I was a bit taken aback, but collected myself, and started out the door, and started to walk down to Kathy's, when I realized that I should be taking the car. When I pulled up in front of Kathy's, I realized that I was feeling like a teenager on his first real date. I sat there for a few minutes to collect my thoughts, then walked up and rang the doorbell. 

Kathy seemed to answer the door almost before the chimes had quit ringing. She was absolutely beautiful, at least to me. Kathy is a little taller than Gayle, quite slim, but with enough curves to be able to tell she was definitely a woman. She had on a cocktail dress that set off her coloration beautifully, and emphasized her figure. 

"Good evening beautiful. Are you ready for a night out without children?" 

"I'm ready for anything as long as it is with you." 

We got in the car, and talked about everything and nothing in particular on the way down to the Hilton. The restaurant was quiet, and we were seated at a table for two off to one side, where we could look out the window at the city lights, and see the fog starting to roll in. We had had a drink, and were just starting on the salad when I heard a familiar voice behind me. 

"Well, I see that you and Ms. Prissy here certainly didn't wait long, I don't think the ink is dry on the final decree yet." 

It was Gayle, and from her voice, she had already had a fair amount to drink. 

I started to say something, but Kathy just put her hand on mine, then turned to Gayle. "I wouldn't stoop to your level and date a married man, let alone sleep with one. Of course you haven't dated a married man - you have just spread your legs for every one you could find that was low enough to crawl between your legs. Tell me, have any of your boyfriends complained about calluses?" 

Gayle went white with anger, and I thought it was possible she might just have a stroke there on the spot. I stood up, and put myself between her and the table. 

"Just leave Gayle. The restraining orders are still in effect, as you will recall, and if I have to I will make scene, and call the police." 

Gayle managed to control herself, and finally stomped off, although I could hear her swearing under her breath. 

"I'm sorry, but I just couldn't resist. She has put you and the kids through enough hell, I thought that she needed a bit of payback." 

Dinner went well, and by dessert, we had both pretty much forgotten the incident with Gayle. 

While we were enjoying a last glass of wine, I told her what Caitlin and Erin had said on the way over to my house. 

Kathy blushed a bit, and seemed like she didn't know quite what to say. 

Very softly I said: "I know this is coming very soon, but would you like to be Erin and Ian's mother? I know that I love you, and I would like it very, very much." 

Kathy was silent for a minute, and as I looked at her, I could see tears shimmering in her eyes. Finally she said; "I would like that very much. I can't tell you how much." 

I started to order a bottle of champagne to celebrate, but Kathy shook her head, and told me that she wanted to go before she really started crying. 

We talked on the way home, and although neither of us was particularly religious, we thought that we should get married in a church, rather than just a civil ceremony, if for no other reason than the children would remember that better. 

When we got to Kathy's, she invited me in, and as soon as the door was shut she was in my arms, her arms wrapped around my neck. We stood like that for quite awhile, and she was kissing me as though there would never be another kiss. 

Finally we came up for air, and Kathy whispered for me to undo her zipper. I did, not taking my arms from around her, and her dress slipped to the floor. I unhooked her bra, and as she stepped back a bit, letting it slid to the floor also, I got my first look at her wondrous breasts. They were small, but pert, and her nipples were standing out. 

Kathy took my hand, and led me toward her bedroom. When we got there, I started to take my coat and tie off, but she grabbed my hands, and pulled them away. "Let me unwrap you, the best present I have ever had." 

I didn't take her long, and as she slipped my shorts off, she caressed my penis with her hand, her thumb spreading the pre-cum over the head, then licked me very gently. 

Although I could have had her do that forever, I pulled her to her feet, and told her it was my turn. I slid her nylons off, then her panties, and was a bit surprised when I found that she was almost completely shaven, with only a little patch left just above her vagina. 

"I did that this afternoon while I was getting ready. I didn't know if we would get this far tonight, but just in case I prepared myself." 

I picked her up, and laid her on the bed, then lay down beside her, holding her in my arms and kissing her. 

Eventually, I started kissing down her body, exploring her entire body, her breasts, her stomach, and finally that wonderful junction of her thighs. I was reveling in her taste, her smell, just everything about her. Kathy started to come as I sucked on her clit, and the two fingers I had slid into her stroked her from the inside. When she came, her head whipped back and forth on the pillow, as she cried out, "Oh God yes, yes. I've waited so long for this." 

When she came back down a little, she wanted me to enter her, but I laughed and refused. I told her that I was going to give her a bit of a rest, then bring her up again. With that, I started on her breasts again, remembering to pay attention to her mouth and her neck while I did, and eventually I worked my way back down to that lovely pubis, and Kathy was crying and begging me to take her. I knelt between her legs, and Kathy raised her knees, giving me free access to her most private parts. When I entered her, she hissed, and the tears started. I stopped, thinking that something was wrong. 

"Oh God don't stop now, I'm crying for happy." 

I slid the rest of the way into her, and to my dismay, found that I was going to climax almost immediately. I tried to stop moving, but Kathy kept her hips moving as she pulled me down to kiss me. I was lost, and within seconds I was exploding within her, her slick, moist vagina sucking every last drop out of me. 

We lay together for quite awhile, finally winding up spoon fashion with my arm over her, my hand cupping her breast, and we drifted off to sleep. A little after 5:00 I felt Kathy stir, and before I knew quite what was happening, I could feel her taking me into her mouth, stirring me, bringing me to full attention. When she had me fully hard, she stopped her attentions with her mouth, kissed me, then laid down and pulled me on top of her. 

I lasted longer this time, and we both climaxed at almost the same time, falling back together in a tangle of sheets. 

"Oh God, it is almost 6:00, and we need to get up and get over to your house before the kids wake up." 

We jumped up, quickly showered together, with Kathy slapping my hand in a playful manner when I tried to get a bit more familiar, and got dressed. 

We got in the car and drove the two blocks to my house, leaving the car in the driveway, rather that opening the garage, and chancing waking the kids up. I let us in, and we could see Susan asleep on the couch. I went into the kitchen, and started coffee, and boiling water for tea, while Kathy woke Susan up. 

I could hear Susan and Kathy talking quietly in the living room while the coffee brewed, then Susan came into the kitchen, a broad smile on her face, followed by Kathy. 

"I am so happy for you. Congratulations on finally getting it right," Susan said, giving me a hug. 

"I am going to steal one of your coffee mugs, and get home so I can get breakfast for Paul and Carol. If you need a baby sitter for another night, you are welcome to call me. If Carol can't, I certainly can." 

We both thanked Susan, and she quickly left. 

I went upstairs, to wake the kids, while Kathy started breakfast. After I woke them, I went into my room, shaved, and changed into a pair of slacks and a shirt. No point in giving the kids questions to ask. 

The children were a bit surprised to find Kathy there, making breakfast, and Caitlin asked; "Did you spend the night here also Mommy?" 

"No dear, I spent the night in my own bed." 

I noticed that she did not exactly explain that I had been sharing that bed with her. 

We got the kids off to school, and when I came back from depositing them at their institution of learning, Kathy had the kitchen cleaned and was sitting at the dining room table, drinking her tea. 

"I thought you had to teach a class today." 

"Nope. While you were gone, I called my teaching assistant, and told him that I would not be in today, and that he could hand out the assignments and tell the students that they had a free hour." 

"Then I think we have something to take care of. I really didn't ask you properly last night, because I didn't have an engagement ring. I think that we ought to go down, pick out one, and we can tell the children tonight that we are getting married." 

We talked a bit more while we waited for the stores to open, and I called the office, telling them I would not be in today, then at 10:00 sharp we were standing in front of the best jewelry store in town. 

I tried to steer Kathy over to the big diamond engagement/wedding ring sets, but she was adamant. There was never going to be another time she did this, and she wanted to see everything. 

Finally she told me she knew what she wanted. It wasn't an engagement ring at all, but a rose gold ring, set with one relatively small diamond, and a band of lapis lazuli, the deep blue set off beautifully by the rose gold. 

"An engagement ring I really don't need, we know, and that is all that is important. There is a matching ring for you, and this is really all I want." 

I was a little surprised, as I had been willing, no eager, to spend as much as was necessary, but these rings were not particularly expensive, although they surely stood out. 

"Are you sure?" 

"As sure as I am that I want to marry you." 

Nothing else could be said, and I just wrote out the check. It was as though the rings had been made for us. No sizing was necessary, they fit perfectly. 

We walked around the downtown area for quite awhile, had lunch, then drove over to the school to pick the kids up. 

The kids, of course, were expecting Kathy to pick them up, and were a bit surprised that both of us were there. We didn't say anything about the wedding, just asked them how their day had gone, and how they wanted to spend the weekend, as today was Friday. 

We then announced that there was going to be a BBQ at my house, and they were all invited. The menu was going to be steak, corn on the cob, and baked potatoes. The girls thought this was just fine, but Ian wanted macaroni and cheese. 

I told him that it was perfectly okay, and that he could have macaroni and cheese instead of a baked potato. That made Ian perfectly happy, and we made a stop at the local supermarket on the way home. 

After picking up the steaks and all the other fixings, I went next door to the liquor store, and bought a bottle of champagne. When I came out, Erin asked what the champagne was for. 

"Well, we have a little celebration for tonight, and I thought that champagne would just fit right in." 

"What kind of celebration, Daddy?" 

"Now that you will just have to wait and see, it's a secret until we tell you." 

Dinner was over, and we had put the dishes away into the dishwasher. I then got out five champagne glasses, put just a little tiny bit into three of them and filled the other two up. 

"Okay kids, now is the time for the big secret to be let out. Is anybody interested?" 

The clamor was almost deafening, and I could see Kathy smiling at me, her eyes misting over. 

"Caitlin, last night your mother agreed to marry me. Do I have your permission to marry your mother?" 

Caitlin's eyes got very big. "Oh Mother, really?" Kathy just nodded, her eyes shining. 

"Erin and Ian, I need your permission also. Can I marry Kathy?" 

There was absolute silence, and I thought for a minute that I had misjudged the feelings the kids had for Kathy. Then absolute bedlam broke out. 

"Of course you can Daddy, When are you getting married? Can we come? Where will we live? Can I invite my friends to the wedding? Will I have to change my name?" 

Then the last question; "Will you leave us like Mommy Gayle did?" 

I thought that my heart would break as I told Erin that I would never leave her, under any circumstances. 

I lifted my glass and instructed the children on how to do a toast. They all, very solemnly, raised their glasses, and I said: "To Kathy and to our marriage. To our children, and their children. To our lives together, for now, and for as long as we all shall live." 

The kids very solemnly took a sip of their wine, and Kathy almost couldn't do it, the tears running down her face. I stepped over to her, helped her out of her chair, and kissed her very gently, as I wiped away the tears. 

I wanted to have Kathy move in immediately, but she absolutely refused.

"I will not have my children see me in bed with a man that is not my husband, and I will not get in bed where your children can see me with you when we are not married." 




Saturday's Aren't All That Bad



So we set out to get married, and found out that unless you are going to go to a justice of the peace, marriages don't happen overnight. 

We found a small chapel that we thought was just perfect, then spoke with the priest. He was really not happy with us getting married so soon after my divorce, but after explaining things to him, he finally agreed. 

The fly in the ointment was that the little chapel did a tremendous business in weddings. The earliest we could get married was two months down the road, and I was not in the least happy about that. Kathy would not stay at my house, nor could I stay at hers. We would slip away for a night, coming home at 1:00 or so in the morning, so that the kids never saw us sleeping together. 

With her classes and my business, we really didn't have that much free time to leave on a honeymoon. 

Finally I just told her that we could take a honeymoon anytime we wanted, but I wanted to get married, and if we simply moved in together that night, I didn't care. 

We finally agreed and set a date. It was going to be a small wedding, just us, the kids, my parents, her parents, and a few close friends. Of course Susan and her husband were invited. Erin and Caitlin were going to be bridesmaids, and Ian was going to be the ring bearer, although we both thought he might be a little old for that. 

The week before the wedding, Gayle called after a couple of months without any contact, wanting to take Erin and Ian for the weekend with her parents. I told her that simply wouldn't work, but that she could take them the following weekend. Gayle demanded to know why, and I just told her that the kids had a prior commitment that could not be changed. 

"What the hell is so god-damned important that they can't see their mother?" 

"Well, their father is getting married, and they are part of the wedding party." 

"I knew you and that whore would be getting it on, I just didn't think that you would involve the children in this travesty." 

"Gayle, the whoring was done by you, not by me, and I am not continuing this conversation." 

I hung up. Not surprisingly, Gayle never did call back about taking the kids for the following weekend. 

The wedding was wonderful, and as we faced each other, and said our vows, I could see that Kathy's eyes were changing from hazel to green with her emotion. I didn't see a whole lot else for the next few minutes because the tears in my eyes were blurring everything else. 

My mother stayed at the house with the kids, and we went up along the California coast staying in B&B's for the next few nights. When we came back, we simply moved our bags into the master bedroom. 

The first night, we had dinner, and wine, and I just couldn't believe the radiance I was seeing from Kathy. She was looking like a dream to me, so happy and so much the woman I had wanted. It really came home to me that Kathy was the woman I had been looking for all my life. Gayle passed out of my life that night, forever. 

Kathy wouldn't let me see her undress that night. She went into the bathroom, to change, and when she came out, she had on a white satin nightgown that made me think I had died and gone to heaven. Needless to say, the nightgown didn't stay on too long, but the effect stayed with me for the rest of my life. 

The first morning we were back, we awoke early, and just cuddled, my head on her breast, as I told her how much I loved, wanted and needed her. We were fortunate that we had not started making love, which we had done every single morning since we were married. I don't think that it was even 6:30, when all three kids burst into the room, laughing and welcoming us back. 

Caitlin crawled onto the bed, and demanded to know if she was supposed to call me Daddy now. Erin was doing the same thing to Kathy; only she wanted to know if she was supposed to call her Mommy. 

We calmed the kids down, and told them that they needed to call us what they felt like they wanted to. Caitlin immediately said, you are my Daddy. Erin and Ian were a bit more reluctant, but then asked if Mommy Kathy was okay. After being reassured that Mommy Kathy was okay, everyone seemed to settle down, and breakfast seemed to be the next order of the day. 

It was a wonderful breakfast, Kathy cooking, while I made orange juice, tea, and coffee. We were a family, and I could feel it. 

Epilog 

It is now twenty years later. Erin and Caitlin are both psychologists. Ian is engaged to a wonderful woman, and is just finishing his PhD in English (I would like to think that Kathy had something to do with that.) 

Kathy has become Mom, not Mommy Kathy, and Gayle has become Mom Gayle, or more frequently, just "My Other Mom." 

Erin and Caitlin are both married, and are going to be mothers very shortly, girls, as Kathy tells me. They are both psychologists, and very interested in child psychology, practicing together, and as best we can tell, doing wonderfully. 

I got to walk both girls down the aisle as their father, and can't tell you how pleased I was. I did have a wee bit of a talk with their future husbands, and felt very comfortable with them. 

I adopted Caitlin about a year after our marriage, and Kathy tried to adopt Erin and Ian at the same time. Gayle objected, so that adoption did not go through. The good part that came out that was Erin felt that her mother wanted her, at least to some point, and her mind was set at ease. 

We are getting to our "Golden Years", but it doesn't matter. We still love each other, and at least I cannot imagine being with anyone else, and from the way Kathy acts, she feels the same way. We still take our vacations, and roam the B&B's of the California coast. 

I occasionally say that I wish that we had found each other earlier, but then Kathy reminds me that we wouldn't have Erin and Ian to cherish if we had. 

We are looking forward to our grandchildren, and to the relationships we will build with them. But the best thing I can say to them is for them to look at Kathy's and my relationship, and use that as a basis for growing on. 

You couldn't do better. 



Saturday's Ashes



***if you enjoy this story, your rating is appreciated***

It was a lazy Saturday morning and there wasn't a lot to do. I sat on the couch and watched as he killed the avatar on the screen. "Yes!" He did a little dance that was so ridiculous that it was alluring. He wasn't self-conscious in the least, a trait that I coveted. Oh well. 

I watched his little butt wiggle in victory and a smile curved my lips. Video games could be paused.

Quietly, I slid up behind him and slid my hands up the back of his thighs to find his butt. His cheeks clenched as I squeezed. I went up on my tip toes and nipped at his ear lobe. "Come upstairs," I whispered hotly.

"In a minute," he replied. He didn't break his concentration from the figure on the television screen. I slid my hand around to his thigh. He was much taller than me and I had to reach. He twisted his hips to keep my hands away from my target. "C'mon," he whined, "I'm almost there." 

Me too, I thought darkly. This was the 3rd day in a row that I had sought his attentions. He ignored me as steadfastly today as he had the previous day and the day before that. I sighed. After 5 years maybe my expectations were just too high. 

I bit back my frustration. I wasn't happy that I had been reduced to touching myself to keep my frustration at bay. I had gotten home from work before him the previous day and had spent 45 minutes with one of my toys bringing myself to orgasm more than once. To my immense chagrin I discovered that the more I masturbated the more I hungered for someone's touch other than my own. 

I had developed a regular schedule that pissed me off more than it satisfied me. He left for work early in the morning. I waited for the front door to slam, brought myself to climax and then drowsed back to sleep until I had to get up for work. At the end of the day, I arrived home to find him plunked in front of the TV in just his boxers. I would straddle him and slide my G cups down his chest. He kissed me and then pushed me off. "Later," he said, his eyes glued to the television. With a sigh, I told him I was going to take a nap. I went upstairs and brought myself to climax again.

After what felt like years of this nonsense I was starting to lose my patience. I listened to my friends talk. I knew other men weren't getting at home a quarter of what I offered. Granted, I wasn't perfect but what was wrong with me that he kept passing me up at every opportunity?

I pulled my hand away from his thigh. I certainly wasn't going to beg. I drew back and he didn't seem to notice. I curled up on the couch and sighed as I watched him play his video game. Damned annoying.

My lust was making me restless. No way I would be able to sit on this couch and watch him play his video game. For one thing, I might launch myself at his throat with a knife. I glared at his back, plotting his demise but he seemed impervious.

"I'm going to go run some errands," I declared as I stood up. I wanted him to pause the game, turn to look at me with lust lighting his eyes and command me to get upstairs, take my clothes off and be quick about it.

Instead he nodded his head, his attention never flickering from the game. "Can you pick up some soda while you're out?"

I suppressed a growl. I knew other men would kill for someone as passionate and excited about sex as I was! Why wasn't he biting?

Instead, I grabbed my purse and slammed the door behind me without a word. I was pissed. He knew it. He didn't care. I hopped into my car and gunned the engine. How dare he ignore me?!

I ran around town crossing off items on my to-do list as a went. It didn't help. I was getting more incensed, more turned on. I couldn't stop thinking about dragging him up into bed, sliding my tongue down his chest, his belly, licking the inside of his thighs, drawing my tongue along the crease of his balls just the way he liked it. I imagined his intake of breath as I lowered my mouth to his hard...

A horn blared and I veered back to my side of the road. Goddammit! Why wouldn't the bastard fuck me like any other red-blooded American male? What the fuck? Was I so fucking unappealing?

I groaned as I pulled into the parking lot of the bank. Fuck him, it didn't matter. For the umpteenth time I questioned if I had made the right choice. After 5 years, I was damn sick of a man who couldn't keep up with my libido. I knew it was unusual that I wanted sex every day but I would have thought it was an oddity that would have caused most men to rejoice.

I turned the key in the ignition, shutting off my car. Even my toys weren't keeping me satisfied anymore. I was pretty sure something was wrong with me even though I wasn't sure what it was. It's not normal for a woman to want sex every day, I thought darkly. Maybe that's the issue. Maybe he's just so weirded out by my insane need that it's a turn off now.

Grrrr. Regardless of what the issue was, I wasn't going to solve it right now. I slid out of the driver's seat locking the car behind me. It was close to noon. I was going to make into the bank right before they closed. I picked up the pace nearly running into the bank. 

I was waiting in those damn rope lines that have become ubiquitous in banks when I heard my name. I swung around trying to figure out who was calling me. My eyes slid over the lobby and then I quickly did a double take.

There was a sexy man standing less than 5 feet away. He was wearing a suit and tie and delicately rimmed eyeglasses. His cheeks were ruddy as if he had spent too much time out in the sun. He had eyes that were so blue that I had to keep myself from staring. I need to maintain a shred of dignity. But, of God, he was mouth watering. I wanted to climb those long legs, lick my way up that chest, kiss those big lips and ride him until he was gasping my name in that sweet, sexy, husky voice. He looked so nicely put together that my palms were itching to muss him up. Loosen that tie, unbutton that shirt and run my fingers through his hair until it was standing on end. I wanted to lick him like a lollipop. He gave a heart wrenching grin and with a jolt I realized I *knew* him!

"Ricky?" I breathed in surprise. His smile widened. 

"Hi!" His tone was bright even though his voice sounded like whiskey poured over honey.

I had gone to school with Ricky. We were Facebook friends but I hadn't seen him in person in years. He had been the ultimate dork. He watched Japenese anime, he played video games, his status updates on Facebook were as likely to be in Latin as in English. Mother of God, he had gotten hot! He had lost the few pounds that had rounded him out and a healthy glow emanated from him. His smile was even, the endearing little gaps in his teeth from his youth now lost in a blinding whiteness.

"What are you doing here?" I sounded a little breathy to myself but he would never know the difference.

"I manage this madhouse," he said. His grin widened. I suspected for a moment that I was more transparent than I believed but I quickly dismissed it. There was no way he could know I was aching to be touched. At this point, by pretty much anyone. His chin lifted. "Do your transaction with the teller and then I'll give you the tour." 

I nodded, swallowed and turned away. I took a deep breath. He looked as sexy as sin but I suspected anyone would at this point. I hadn't been touched in over a week, an eternity to my body that was starved for daily contact.

I walked to the back of the building where his office was located. "So, how have you been?" I asked. Dammit, I sounded breathless again. Good thing he didn't know the difference. He looked up over those glasses that I longed to knock askew and a slow smile poured onto his face.

"Well, better now that you're here." He said it with a hint of insolence and I knew he was kidding. He glanced at the clock. "C'mon, we're just about to close up. I'll show you around." He took me on a tour of the building. It wasn't all that interesting...his office, a teller line, the vault, a board room sporting an enormous table. I looked at that table and several nasty ideas popped into my head. Goddammit, why couldn't he have fucked me at home? This day was going to be endless!

The head teller popped her head in as he was showing me around. "We're all balanced up. Need anything else?"

He shook his head. "Nope! Have a great weekend!"

She grinned and bobbed her head as she exited. I heard a hub bub of conversation that was abruptly cut off as the front door closed behind them.

Without a sound, he wheeled on his heels and grabbed me. I was stunned, surprised. His hands tangled in my hair. He grabbed a handful, forcing my to press myself backwards into an awkward half back bend. His arm slid around my waist, supporting my back even as he drew my hips closer to his. I didn't mean to but I arched my hips. His lips lifted in one corner as if I had said something funny. His head dipped, his lips drawing closer to mine...

"No!" I gasped. He paused, his lips a millimeter from mine.

"Give me one good reason why not," he replied softly. Dangerously.

"I have someone at home." That saucy smile tugged at his lips.

"So?"

"So... I'm not a cheat."

His tongue made a slow, sensuous journey down the column of my neck. I tensed, trying not to respond. He chuckled darkly against my skin and the vibration sent a thrum of sensation up to my lips and down into my belly. Okay, and maybe a little lower too. He nibbled on my ear and I bit my lip to keep from gasping.

"You won't be cheating. In fact, you don't have to do anything at all." He whispered it in my ear and I knew it was a lie even as he said it. But it didn't matter. I clung to it.

"I can't..."

His lips cut me off and I knew I was lost. His tongue plunged into my mouth and I was fighting to keep my hips from rolling, my hands from roaming, my clothes from magically slipping off my body.

Without a word, he turned me. He guided my hands onto the board room table. His used his feet to kick mine a little further out. I was bent at almost a 90 degree angle over the table. His hands slid around to my belly, then up under my shirt. He pushed my bra up out of his way and his hands found my nipples. I groaned as he teased them with the hard pads of his thumbs, moaned as he plucked them between his thumb and forefinger. 

I had no warning. He simply pulled my shirt and bra up over my head and pressed me down into the table. I was grinding against it as his tongue teased down my spine. I moaned and arched. He laughed. "Ah... I see someone is a bit sensitive." He kissed his way back up my spine and, against my will, my back forced its way up into a harsh arch. I was panting. My spine was the most sensitive part of my body and he was teasing me. Gently, he sank his teeth into the muscle that connected my neck and shoulder as he slid his hand around to cup my cunt. I groaned, letting myself drop into the cool comfort of the table top. He laughed and slid his hands down my jeans. His fingers quested and I knew what he would find.

When he finally slid his fingers under my panties he gave a small sound of male satisfaction. I was wet, slick, ready for him. His fingers continued to quest. He pulled back the hood of flesh that protected me and rubbed his thumb relentlessly in circles around my clit. I was groaning, arching, telling him that I had to stop. 

But he ignored me. His clever fingers found my clit as his cock rubbed between my ass cheeks. "Doesn't seem like you want to stop," he murmured hotly as he fingered me. I moaned, arched against his fingers and then tried to hold myself still.

"Oh no..." he growled and pressed his finger firmly against my clit. I gave a cry, turned on and distressed. His cock ground against me. I was on fire. He pressed me further into the wood of the table.

"Nooooooooo!" I wailed but it was too late. I bucked, cried out, cumming under the assault of his fingers.

He growled in his throat and whipped me around to face him. I was panting, flushed, knowing I needed to stop this. But my hands never flickered, never stopped his movements as I pushed my jeans down to the floor. He looked at my little black panties. He slid to his knees and looked up at me. His blue eyes were blazing with enough intsensity that I fancied I could see a fire banked in the depths.

His head lowered and I pushed him back. I realized what he was planning and it would be more than I could stand. This act that my boyfriend refused to perform on me. I didn't think I could stand it from a virtual stranger. He stood and pressed my back down onto the table. "No!" I gasped. 

He said nothing, just presesd my thighs wider. I knew I was about to lose myself. He lowered his head and I grabbed his hair, pulling, trying to keep him from letting me break apart. "No holding back," he growled. He grabbed my hands, held them captive in one of his and lowered his head again. I made a sound of feminine distress knowing that I was about to lose myself.

He laughed quietly and claimed in one long stroke of his tongue. I cried out and arched. He grunted in satisfaction and kept going. Again and again, his tongue teased me in long strokes. My widespread thighs were shaking but it didn't seem to matter to him. His tongue swirled my clitoris and I knew I should stop him. He paused for a quick moment and looked up at me right before he sucked my clit into his mouth. I screamed and arched. He moaned. "That's my girl. Ride my tongue." 

As if I had any other choice.

His tongue was stabbing into me now and I felt my body tensing. I began to shudder as I felt it building. "Oh God! Stop! Stop! I'm going to...!"

If anything, my cries just caused him to pick up the pace. I fought it but he kept assaulting me with his delicious, velvet tongue. "Oh God! I'm going to...I can't...DON'T STOP!" I screamed as I felt myself climbing. He just laughed, slid two fingers into me and lowered his tongue to my clit. I bucked, arched, bit my hand to keep from screaming. I looked down and discovered that his mouth was buried in my cunt but his eyes were firmly fixed on my face. With a scream, I lost all control. He watched me as a writhed and bucked until I came under his tongue. He lapped at me. Slowly, leisurely. I thought I would be too tired for anything else but he quickly disabused me of that notion.

He turned me, nudging me forward until I was on my hands and knees on the top of the table in that giant boardroom. He didn't say anthing, just opened his pants. When I felt his cock nudging against me I realized that it was my opportunity to knock him off me, tell him never to touch me again.

But my needy, unnatural body betrayed me again. He sank his hand into my hair and pulled back, forcing me into an unnatural arch. He pulled sharply on my hair and nudged his cock against me.

"No," I protested, thinking of my boyfriend.

"Yes," he muttered, "You need a good, hard fucking." I swallowed, his words left my mouth dry.

"Yes," I whispered it before I even realized the word had formed in my head. He gave a small sound of triumpth and plunged into me. He groaned as my tight body pushed him back out. "God," he gritted, "you're tight." 

"I need more," I wailed. I had meant that I needed more from my boyfriend. I wouldn't be so tight if only he'd fucked me a little more. But I quickly realized that he hadn't taken it that way.

"One minute more, pretty. I need to work my way into you." I realized he thought I had been talking about his penetration.

"No, I..." My thoughts ceased as he managed to sink his thick, hard cock into my pussy. He groaned, rolled his hips and I knew there was more. "No..." I proteseted weakly. But he just laughed and sank deeper, deeper, deeper. Finally, he was seated all the way to the hilt and my pussy felt stretched, filled.

Distantly, I heard his laughter as he bagan to thrust. I screamed under his attention. My guilt was swept away in a tide of lust as his thrusts became deeper, more demanding, more immediate.

I was bucking against the table but it still wasn't enough for him. He kicked my knees out from under me tumbling me to the floor.

"I got what you need," his expression was intent as he lifted my ankles to his shoulders. I shuddered and he bent me in half. He held himself still for a brief moment and then surged into me. I groaned. He was big, stretching me, pushing me, hurting me. He worked himself in slowly, giving me a chance to adjust.

Finally...finally...his beautiful cock was seated in me all the way to the hilt. I was stuffed, full, just on the verge of pain. He looked down at me and his brow was beaded with sweat. "Lock your ankles," he gritted. I followed his instructions. He held himself very still for a long moment. "Not going to be able to stop," his warning was pressed out between his gritted teeth. 

"Don't stop," I gasped, shocked that the words came out of my mouth. He managed a tight, painful grin, pulled himself almost all the way out. He held himself there briefly and then... oh God!... he slammed into me and I heard myself scream. There was no stop, no end, he just kept plunging into me and I knew I was going to lose control. I was bucking, nearly throwing him off even though I wanted nothing more than for him to keep going. Something in him knew what I wanted because he rode my bucking hips, thrusting harder, deeper until I was lost. I screamed and my back arched into a sharp bend as my hips thrust upward to meet his cock. I needed it all! He rode my orgasm and kept thrusting. The tension rose, climaxed. I wanted to stop, to catch my breath but he wouldn't let me. His body kept driving into me and I came again. With a roar, he gave one last thrust and found his relief.

I moaned and he lips lowered to capture mine. He dropped his head against my breast as he gasped for air. "Go home and find that," he said with smug satisfaction.